This day was heaven and hell for me. It is both a long and a short day. It was tiring and relaxing. It was planned and uneventful. It was funny and sad. It was silly and serious. Talk about all the oxymorons in the world, this day is my ‘oxymoron day’.

My cramming powers was tested again last night, as I hurriedly finished our Algebra project which was due today. I thought I’d end up with something worth the dump, but I managed to pull it off thanks to last minute MS from PaoloJ. His job was awesome, too, so I thought I’d give both of us a hundred for our score.

The Long and the Short

Today was the day we do the AMA Olympiad IT Quiz Bee. We had so much preparations for this stuff, tons of documents, moments of reviews and stuff. It was both strenuous and stressful, and we aren’t even on the competition itself yet! We had to undergo Medical Check-ups, Birth Certificate rummaging, Team Name thinking and other tinker totter stuff. When day of the competition arrived, we were all crossing fingers and holding our chests, trying to prevent our hearts from jumping out.

We arrived in the nick of time, exactly 8am, at the vicinty, AMA San Juan Campus. It was a bit small for a campus, but hey, it’s AMA. We had to wait for a couple of hours and minutes, since they were still setting up the place for the quiz show. At around 10:00 (whew what a long wait), the ball started rolling. And you know what, it’s so fast I want to tell you guys it ended exactly an hour after!

Bottom line, we didn’t win, ManSci bagged it again, for the second time around, with exactly the same faces, just different place and different time.

Honestly, I didn’t expect something like this from AMA. Now I’m never never never never never never never never never never never never never never never never never never never never never never never never studying in ANY AMA Schools nationwide or international-wide!

Note to self: Name isn’t always everything.

Stressful time with Ron

When I’m with Ron, I feel happy. Ron is one of the people whom I can talk with both in a serious and a silly note. I don’t know, and I don’t understand either. Ron is like a brother to me. I love how platonic our relationship is.

But nowadays, when I’m with Ron, I feel stressed. I feel fast. I feel energetic. I feel tired. I can’t explain it, but he makes time drive by so fast. When I’m with Ron, an hour could feel like just a minute. Ron proves the saying that “Time flies when you’re enjoying”.

This afternoon, I had a fun time with Ron. We decided to skip class, well, not actually, we intentionally ran some errands for the Council. I accompanied him and we had a share of talks and laughs. I missed my friend Ron. Ron, I miss you!!! Hehehe… Ron is the Vice-President of our Student Council, that’s why I rarely see him in school, not even in the classroom. That’s how busy he is. That’s why I was happy when I went to run some errands with him. Even if it was tiring, it was fun!

The snap of God’s finger

This afternoon we have planned to visit Gian’s mother in Makati Medical Center. Gian dropped by the school this morning to drop off his excuse letter to our teachers. I admire Gian’s bravery and optimism, that he even managed to pull some smiles for his classmates. Gian, God will help you through this!

So I, Ron and Ma’am Olive went to Makati Medical Center. Gian’s mom was in ICU, so we had to do with seeing her over the glass window. It’s been a long time since I last stepped in Makati Med, as my dad worked there as a Ward Clerk for a couple of years. All three of us siblings were born there.

Gian wasn’t there so his father was just the one who entertained us. Gian’s family are Christians, and their church is at Victory-Galleria. When I saw Gian this morning, I admired his strength. But hearing stories from his dad, I admired him even more. I actually went on a guilt trip when I learned how responsible and obedient Gian had been all the while. Gian, I have been sooooooo wrong about you, and I don’t know if you can ever forgive me from all the torments I made you go through. Now I have learned how wrong those things I’ve done. I’m deeply sorry… ;(

Anyways, we learned that one of the nerves in Gian’s Mom’s brain snapped, which caused her to go on a deep sleep. We’re praying that she heals soon, so that their Christmas will be the best ever. May you also join us in our prayers.

All the while that Gian’s father was telling us stories of the situation of the mother, my heart felt real heavy. Gian’s Father is so faithful to God, that he trusted Him that they’ll be able to go through with this. They actually had an option to transfer to PGH so that they won’t suffer the cost, but he left us with this oh-so-striking line:

“Where will you put your faith? In money or in Me?”

Tama nga naman. If we let something suffer just because we can’t manage to make both ends meet for the lack of finances, we lose faith in God. We think of how much money will be left when we push through with something without thinking how much money we can give to actually make that something possible, just because it’s God’s Will. Again, I admired how open Christians are about their faith because of Gian’s father. He’s so faithful to God that he let Him handle the situation.

Because of this situation, I again had thought of how short life could be. Gian’s mom is only 38, and there are odd chances she won’t make it through. But through constant prayers and strong faith in God, I know, and I’m confident, that she’ll be able to make it through. Truly, one’s life can change in just a snap of God’s finger.

Beauty is in Simplicity

At around 7:00 we bid farewell to Gian’s dad already. Ma’am Olive can’t decide on what to ride home, so we called Kuya Gary to ask for possible directions. I, on the other hand, told them I’ll just take a jeepney to Makati Ave and that I knew where to go after that. They went to catch the MRT.

So I rode a jeep to Makati Avenue. With the thought of Gian’s mom still stuck in my mind, I thought of just walking home so that I could have time to think and reflect. I pulled the St. Benedict Medallion Ate Erica gave me as a souvenir for our interaction, and I held it tight in my hand. I read the prayer that came with it, with it the prayer of a safe walk home and the welfare of Gian’s mom. I held the medallion so tight in my hand, hoping that if someone decided to stab me from behind then he would be haunted by his conscience when he sees the medallion clenched tight in my hand. I started my long walk home in the Buendia-Makati Avenue intersection. I grabbed a cup of Slurpee from the nearby 7-eleven.

I checked their magazine stands for a copy of LiveTHELife. Unfortunately, I found none in there. I was hoping that it’d be distributed strategically all over the metro. All I saw were magazines about showbiz with ladies flaunting if not their faces their bodies in the covers of the mags. I was hoping to see a Kitchie Nadal cover, the cover of LiveTHELife, but my hopes failed me.

After grabbing a slurpee I walked again. Luckily, since I didn’t quite know the ins and outs of Makati, the private vehicles going in and out of minor roads led me to some familiar landmarks. My walk led me to a nearby Burger Machine, so I grabbed a Jumbo Burger to go with my Slurpee.

Then I started thinking. If not for this long walk, I won’t be able to eat and drink these things that I used to eat and drink when I was a child. I missed Burger Machine and 7-Eleven’s slurpee, and thanks to this trip, I managed to taste them again. I said to myself, “Beauty really is in Simplicity”. There are many beautiful things in this life, and all of them remained so simple that they can be easily appreciated by all. The more complicated something becomes, the less people appreciate them.

I passed by Sts. Peter and Paul Parish. Even with food and drink in hand, I said to myself that I’ll offer a prayer for Gian’s mom if the church is open. At first, seeing a dark silhouette from the front door, I thought it was closed. But God must’ve opened it for me in a split second, and in a mere second’s time also I found myself kneeling in the last pew of the Church, praying for Gian’s Mom.

There was a Praise and Worship activity going on inside the Church. Before, I thought of these things as “corny” and “awkward”, and that these things are somewhat “condemned” by the public eye. They were singing, laughing and dancing…! Though they were few, they brought down God’s house with their worship songs and praises. This time, I admired them. They managed to stand out, be unique, go with the changing times, ignored people’s comments and all, just because of their love for God. How many of us are willing to do something like this just so we could profess our faith in Him? I know I did… some few months back. ^_^

Anyways, with the medallion still clenched in my hand, I walked my way down to the boat ride we call the “tawiran”, as it literally crosses people from Mandaluyong to Makati and vice-versa via a motor-powered wooden boat. Again, I found simplicity in beauty.

My legs are almost going into cramps so I decided to ride a jeepney a few blocks from our house. I didn’t want myself to get contained in the dark few corners of the jeepney, so I looked outside all the while and admired the simple things people do to make their lives meaningful. Christmas lights, puto bumbong, a bike ride, laughs with some friends, and many others. Truly, one can appreciate beauty in simplicity. And I’ll never stop repeating that until it becomes my way of life.

“Beauty is in Simplicity.”

One Response to “Life is a journey back Home”
  1. riz says:

    1. oxymoron.. hehe, i longed to use that word. hanggang ngayon, i can’t find a chance to use it. hehe.

    2. cramming is good sometimes. the excitement, yeehh! ๐Ÿ™‚

    3. one snap, one blink.. you say it. God can do miraculous things.

    4. onga, bat walang masyadong distributors ng LivetheLife?

    5. Simplicity, beauty. Yep, they’re synonymous. ๐Ÿ™‚

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