“I am Balong” I always like to retain this… vinceleste.com See you there 🙂
Some of the bloggers I know were asking what’s happening with me and what made me always busy and here it is.
Seems this is the proper time to announce my new blog site with its new domain name and it is powered by WordPress. The site www.vinceleste.com is already functioning well, as of this time, I think.
Thanks to Major Ituloy Angsulong of kontrapelo.com, TK of lheeanne.com, Rho, Sash, Sawariko, Louiss of Blogging Secret and to others who commented and followed my faults in setting the new site. I am always grateful of your presence and support.
Our attitude in life sometimes determines how founded are we in relating with situations we experience. One friend, left an offline message asking for comfort and prayers for her friend who just died recently. She was greatly affected. Sure, it was painful and she was disturbed of the reality of losing a love one who had just faced death.
“Samok,” are we disturbed with noise when we are trying to focus ourselves with office works? Yes. Whilre Reading a good book or novel and here comes your younger sister asking for money to buy something, will you not be annoyed? Maybe.
We have always the wanted to be comfortable at all times. IT is good, pleasurable and always longed. What does disturbance brings us? Negative. But not realizing, we are annoyance or disturbance to others sometimes. Even death disturbs our peaceful mind. True.
“Samok,” for most people doesnt bring good. Wait, let us see. Samok brings contrast, stir our feelings and emotion, thus makes us human, leads us into realization of being vulnerable, and to recognize our unpreparedness, our weaknesses hopefully gives strength and helps us to grow; grow and be mature in confronting ourselve’s capacity to appreciate “samok” even in very little instances in our ordinary day in the office, in the class or even in the market.
We tend to always find for lieasure, but most of us fail to recognize the implication of all-comfort or all-leaisure lifestyle.
The bottom line is: as an individual, are you prepared to face “samok” at this very moment? How prepared are you? That’s life. Expect the unexpected.
Nangyari ito kaninang umaga lamang. I was on my way to one of the religious schools sa Cubao. Maaga pa but maraming tao na ang nag-aabang ng train from Santolan station. I travel every Friday morning by train, actually. But just today, kakaiba ang aking karanasan. I usually give my seat to others kaya kadalasan din akong nakatayo and sumasandal na lamang sa may malapit sa pintuan kung saan bumubukas para lumabas. It happened na ok naman ang aking pakiramdam kanina; di gaanong malamig or maaliwalas. Pagsandal ko, napapikit pa nga ako para makapag-relax ng kunti but nagsimulang magsiksikan sa loob ng tren and doon nangyari ang di ko inaasahang pangyayari sa araw na ito.
May dalagang nakatayo sa aking harapan, nasa edad 18 hanggang 21, maganda sa aking paningin, maputi at makinis ang kutis, flawless, isang typical na estudyante. Masasabi ko na kahalintulad siya ng aking ex-gf noon, I recalled her at once. Nakaharap siya sa pintuan, natatingin sa malayo, ganun din ako, sa labas nakatingin. Biglang lumarga ang tren, nawalan sya ng balanse at naisandal nya ang balinkinitang katawan sa akin. Nabigla ako at natulalang sinapo sya. Naramdaman ko ang kinis ng kanyang mala-sibuya na kutis. At the next station, more people got in to the tren and doon nagsimulang mag-init ang aking pakiramdam. I became conscious of her presence and di lang yun, kundi magkadikit na ang aming mga katawan dahil nga sa nagsiksikan na. As if she was telling me of something na gusto ko ring marinig from her. Di ko alam. I can smell her fragrance, na animoy very tempting to brush her hair. Mas matangkad ako ng bahagya and that’s ideal for me. I was turned on and random flashes of lusty images came to my mind. I shut my eyes and prayed and yet di ko napigilan ang bugso ng aking damdamin like lumakas pa lalo ang heartbeat ko. Nilagnat ako bigla dahil sa kanya. Sa Anonas station, nagdagsaan ang mga pasahero at doon talagang sumandal na sya sa akin, kulang na lang na humawak sya sa aking mga braso dahil wala naman talaga syang mahahawakan na pinakamalapit na railing. May ipinapahiwatig ba sya?
I tried not to think further of any lusty thoughts pero di ko nakaya. Dumikit ang kanyang balakang sa aking harapan. Nataranta ako at di alam ang gagawin at iisipin. Di na ako makaurong pa dahil wala nag space para nga umurong. Ilang sentimetro na lang at pwede ko nang halikan ang kanyang pisngi o tenga, pababa sa leeg. Pati ang kanyang hininga ay nararamdaman ko animoy nakikipagkarerahan na rin sa aking hininga; napakabighani nya talaga. Sa kalagitnaan ng aking di napipigilang pagpapantasya sa kanya, bigla syang gumalaw at tumingin sa akin nang nakaramdam siguro na kanina pa nakadikit ang kanyang balakang sa aking harapan na parang di rin makakapagpigil. Nakaramdam ako ng hiya ngunit balewala akong bumaling sa labas mula sa pagkakatitig sa kangyang dibdib. Sa iilang minuto lang, marami na ang naganap sa aking isipan.
Sa wakas, nakarating na ako sa station na aking bababaan. Sa Belmonte, at sa huling pagkakataon, “Excuse me, miss…” ang sabi ko at bigla ba namang iharang ang katawan habang papalabas ako o baka nga ibinangga ko ang aking katawan sa kanyang likod. Di ko alam, litong-lito ako. Patawad. Mistula akong robot na lumakad patungo sa school na ang iniintindi ay ang pakiramdam na naiihi na hindi naman. Humanap kaagad ako ng malamig na tubig nang makapasok na ako sa loob, uminom sa fountain at tinungo ang CR. Sa loob ng klase, di ako napakali. Di ko lang alam kung nakahalata ang aking mga estudyante. Nagmamadali akong umuwi pagkatapos ko silang i-dismiss.
This is not the first time, but yung mga huli, I was confident na kaya kong i-tame ang aking sarili dahil nga sa marami na akong pinagdaanan at napag-aralan ko na rin ito sa buhay bilang pari. Di pa ako umabot ng trenta ngunit masasabi ko na mature na ako at alam ko kung anong papel sa buhay meron ako. Ngunit kanina, nalito ako…
Brother, that’s all I can remember. Salamat sa pakikinig.
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Sepak takraw not only made my afternoon energetic but also the spirit of sportsmanship, the camaraderie and companionship. Last time, we lost the game but now, di rin nanalo since I stopped in the middle of the game, lol! I felt easily tired and really tired. I was thinking of, why not see the doctor this time. I was complaining but doing nothing about it. But since playing helps me to be fit, I think, gradually, I will be ok. Physically, di naman ako lampa talaga and I’m enjoying every game na sinasalihan ko, just like sepak takraw which was just introduced for the foreigners here. They enjoyed also.
Helps me refrain from playing my balls, too.
Rather than spending my whole time, browsing and internet surfing, and playing online games, better to have physical exercises also. Bata pa ako, lol!
Just like with many other bloggers who seems can’t just stay from their PCs, Loïc Le Meur is also asking himself whether he is already addicted to blogging. I came across with his blog and seems I’m really getting addicted with it. Aside from having a journal notebook at my bedside, I have also the passion of typing and posting them to my blog. At least this is, I hope, the final blog address and maybe to be satisfied with my template, and I hope also that I’m not scandalizing my readers. But for sure, I’m aware, why and what made me blog. Meandering has reminders after presenting symptoms of blog addiction; I found it really not funny, as it was stated , too 😀
One symptom, funny as it is, I found myself making a small reminder that I’m a blog addict. Here it is! A button/pin I attached to my backpack’s strap.
There’s also a short, satisfying experience with MySiteProfile where I was invited by Aaron to be part of it. Within a week, I found my Profile at the first page of Mysiteprofile. Whew! a blog addict…. This will just be for a moment, lol!
That’s all for this time…
Today, as usual Saturday of my visitation with the children at Asilo to teach them with their basic subjects. I found a real and valuable gift for Christmas when I arrived. I entered the office to log in when I noticed an old man and a young woman. Teby was there also, standing behind the man. I greeted the and entered the room while waiting for the logbook from the counter. I was wondering what were the two doing there and Teby was talking to them. The social worker, guessing my reaction, told me that the man with the boy is his father, and the woman is his sister-in-law. I was very happy at that very moment that the boy found his family or maybe his family found him! They saw him on TV and they started looking for the Institution from that day. I learned from the father that they gave up looking for him after a year and presumed dead or adopted. I was little bit disappointed that he lost his hope but I saw with my very eyes how happy he is that he has his son again after four hopeless years of losing him. Teby hugged his father. His age is not 12 as he related to me last time, but he is now 14 and five months old. He is already a teenager and yet he seems to be underdeveloped basing the developmental growth of his age.
I turned to him and smiled, he came to me and hugged me while happily telling me how grateful he is this time. He thanked me for the time and laughter we shared everytime we have our tutorial. I recalled how hesitant he was with me at first but we became friends when I related with him a story about a father and son who escaped from prison using birds’ feathers’ to fly (I forgot the whole story…) I was touched of this morning’s grace. We bid goodbye as if we will not meet again…kaya pa-pics na kami 😀
After many days of looking from the time they saw him on TV, at last they found him, and now, Teby found his family. Who was lost? There was that moved them into that situation, I was sure, there was that atmosphere of longingness and love this morning. I was very happy, everybody was happy. How much more with Teby and his family? What love can do?
Unchecked grammars and spelling.
Teby is not his real name.
Can’t continue writing, iiyak na ako!
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