Thank you for the care you shared to me... It helped me cope up with the confusions I am dealing. You made me realize that life is still beautiful... Thank You Midnight.
Th
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
A messenger guide left me
Thank you for the care you shared to me... It helped me cope up with the confusions I am dealing. You made me realize that life is still beautiful... Thank You Midnight.
Th
Revisiting the massacre site
It felt like I was traveling back in time... doing the exact experiences of those who died during the massacre 2 years ago...
Nobody wanted to remember the dreadful incident that happened 2 years ago in Brgy. Masalay, Ampatuan, Maguindanao. That event was a painful memory not only for the families of the victims but also for all of us. Who could ever imagine that a person could do something like that.
It was 2 years ago when I assisted in looking for the dead body of Reynaldo "Bebot" Momay. Until now, it had never been found. Still, the fight for justice is constantly burning in the hearts of the family.
It is fortunat
e that this year, Fr. Robert Reyes agreed to say the mass in the massacre site. He traveled a long way to extend his sympathy to the bereaved family. (It's a shame that those "religious" who are nearby could not spare their time for the family. They opted to say the Holy Mass when politicians and wide media coverage are present.)
Our prayers are always for justice... May the souls of those who have died in this place find their rest in the presence of our Creator.
It was 2 years ago when I assisted in looking for the dead body of Reynaldo "Bebot" Momay. Until now, it had never been found. Still, the fight for justice is constantly burning in the hearts of the family.
It is fortunat
e that this year, Fr. Robert Reyes agreed to say the mass in the massacre site. He traveled a long way to extend his sympathy to the bereaved family. (It's a shame that those "religious" who are nearby could not spare their time for the family. They opted to say the Holy Mass when politicians and wide media coverage are present.)Our prayers are always for justice... May the souls of those who have died in this place find their rest in the presence of our Creator.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
13th Kalimudan Festival
It is very timely that I am here. It is time for the celebration of the Kalimudan Festival. The Kalimudan festival is an annual festivities of the Province of Sultan Kudarat. What I love about the festival are the different stores that sell plants, "ukay-ukay" (used clothes) and native accessories.
This year, our school also decided to enter the Drum and Glockenspiel competition.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Saturday, November 12, 2011
A New Familiar
I've always wanted a black cat. Once, Thacky gave birth to a black kitten. I named it "Midnight". But the kitten died.
When I visited Montessori, upon my arrival from the Monastery, I noticed these kittens in the school. I ignored them. It is because I don't need a new cat. It would just burden me with responsibility for a new pet.
Somehow, I noticed this black kitten. He survived even without food. I started to feed him at school. This weekend, I was thinking how is he going to get his food. I decided to bring him home. He is still adjusting. But I know he will survive... just like me.
(Since Tigger doesn't like companions, I've decided to let Midnight stay at school. I will just bring him home during the weekends. He will spend his weekend at school.)
When I visited Montessori, upon my arrival from the Monastery, I noticed these kittens in the school. I ignored them. It is because I don't need a new cat. It would just burden me with responsibility for a new pet.
Somehow, I noticed this black kitten. He survived even without food. I started to feed him at school. This weekend, I was thinking how is he going to get his food. I decided to bring him home. He is still adjusting. But I know he will survive... just like me.
(Since Tigger doesn't like companions, I've decided to let Midnight stay at school. I will just bring him home during the weekends. He will spend his weekend at school.)
A Visit to the Dead
A nephew of one of my co-teacher passed away because of vehicular accident. We decided to visit the wake of the 6-year old boy.
Normally, I don't visit the dead. It is because I feel different things in the presence of the dead body. My hesitation is because of the fear of having any contact with someone who died. But recently, I was able to control my abilities more. I am able to close my skills through concentration.
I made an evening prayer for our visit.
After class, we traveled from Isulan to Surallah. We rented a van for this purpose. But the van could not bring us to the house. There is a very long foot bridge. (I will try to post the picture soon.) We traveled by foot. After about 1 kilometer of walk, we were fetched by a fish car.
We said our prayers, had our snacks. Then, we bid our goodbye. It was getting darker when we left the place.
It was nice doing this thing again. I loved trekking and discovering new places. It was ju
st a shame that I haven't brought my camera with me. Hopefully, I will be back to take some pictures of the footbridge.
As for now, I am enjoying my new spacious room.
Normally, I don't visit the dead. It is because I feel different things in the presence of the dead body. My hesitation is because of the fear of having any contact with someone who died. But recently, I was able to control my abilities more. I am able to close my skills through concentration.
I made an evening prayer for our visit.
After class, we traveled from Isulan to Surallah. We rented a van for this purpose. But the van could not bring us to the house. There is a very long foot bridge. (I will try to post the picture soon.) We traveled by foot. After about 1 kilometer of walk, we were fetched by a fish car.
We said our prayers, had our snacks. Then, we bid our goodbye. It was getting darker when we left the place.
It was nice doing this thing again. I loved trekking and discovering new places. It was ju
st a shame that I haven't brought my camera with me. Hopefully, I will be back to take some pictures of the footbridge.As for now, I am enjoying my new spacious room.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
No Looking Back!!!
November 10, 2011/ Thursday. I asked permission from the school if I could have the time off. I need to get the rest of my things from the monastery.
I went to St. Benedict's monastery in Digos to get my things. I was with my parents and my nephew. On our way, we were stuck in Bansalan because of road construction. We spent about one hour there. Then we had our lunch in Bansalan. We went straight to the monastery.
We arrived there at 2:00PM. Bro. Cyril, the porter, greeted me. I did not bother anybody anymore. I just asked Bro. Cyril to get my books from Bro. Nathaniel. Nobody from the community went out to see me. Even Bro. Cyril was cold in talking to me. His words and actions seem to be programmed. I did not spent much time. I just got my things and went on my way.
Honestly, I am happy doing this. This is the last time that I am forced to go to this place. After this, I am not obliged to be back to the place anymore. Deep within, I am not intending to go back. I wanted to forget this nightmare. Looking back at my experience in the monastery, all I can remember are all the hurt I've endured. Now I realized that for the time of my stay in the monastery, the community never liked me. They never let me felt I belong (except for the time when they are forced to). Now that it was over, I can breathe easily. All I have to do is to enjoy my life outside.
For those individual who have been close to me during my stay, I will cherish their friendship. Who knows, someday our paths will cross again. For those who had made my life a living hell, I hope I will never see them again.
I went to St. Benedict's monastery in Digos to get my things. I was with my parents and my nephew. On our way, we were stuck in Bansalan because of road construction. We spent about one hour there. Then we had our lunch in Bansalan. We went straight to the monastery.
We arrived there at 2:00PM. Bro. Cyril, the porter, greeted me. I did not bother anybody anymore. I just asked Bro. Cyril to get my books from Bro. Nathaniel. Nobody from the community went out to see me. Even Bro. Cyril was cold in talking to me. His words and actions seem to be programmed. I did not spent much time. I just got my things and went on my way.
Honestly, I am happy doing this. This is the last time that I am forced to go to this place. After this, I am not obliged to be back to the place anymore. Deep within, I am not intending to go back. I wanted to forget this nightmare. Looking back at my experience in the monastery, all I can remember are all the hurt I've endured. Now I realized that for the time of my stay in the monastery, the community never liked me. They never let me felt I belong (except for the time when they are forced to). Now that it was over, I can breathe easily. All I have to do is to enjoy my life outside.
For those individual who have been close to me during my stay, I will cherish their friendship. Who knows, someday our paths will cross again. For those who had made my life a living hell, I hope I will never see them again.
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