The Ocean of My Being

I love reading. I've read unbelievable, hilarious, stupid, and weird stuff. I've read serious, mind-boggling, disturbing kinds of written texts. I've read different articles, books (fiction and non-fiction), stories, poems, blogs, etc. My reading has brought me far and wide. It has enabled me to go around the world, and even outside the world. I love reading; it's my favorite thing to do. But, in all my years of reading, nothing prepared me for what I have just read a while ago. It was a news item (from London). I guess nothing would prepare me for such news! I saw it in one of the forums in RBJ , and it totally shocked me! The title, Boy, 15, Raped His Mother , made me feel sick! As I read through the news item, I was just thinking, " God, what is the world coming to? ". I just couldn't believe something this sick could actually happen in 'real' life. I know of the Oedipus syndrome , having read and done a paper on Oedipus in college, b

1. Flashback The stillness of the night, The eerie silence of dawn Bring thoughts of all things Past, done and left undone! As my heart’s ears listen to The music of silent serenity, And my mind’s eyes see Things invisible and unseen… My soul longs to go- Beyond the chilly blanket Of the dark night and To things past and gone by! 2. I am the Phoenix F rom down the very stretches of mine soul, E ndless thoughts of times great and gone by L ift themselves to where me stands dreaming. I mpatient tears escape to spring upon mine cheeks, C ares of vengeful vanity triumph over me, I rrepressible, I grope to go and show to all T he girl who’ll rise from memory’s bones and ashes, Y esterday, she was down, and yes, that was yesterday!

The past week, I started my new part-time job as an on-line English tutor. What we do is we teach English to Japanese (based in Japan) via the Internet. This can be quite tough since the students fall on different levels. Some can already converse in English pretty well; some could barely understand English. This means that we have a lot of adjusting to do. Having had experience in teaching English, this is not really new to me. I know how difficult it is to teach a second language, especially to reluctant learners. The teacher always has to be up on his/her toe trying to get everyone to participate and learn some basic things at the very least. Basically, I already expected how tough the job might be. But, what really shocked me is the fact that in my new teaching “stint”, I would have to try to change my accent. My accent has never really been a problem, but the Japanese, it seems, want to be taught English by someone who has American accent. I find that quite weird becaus

I was on my way to work (Yes, I have a new part-time job!) and while the jeepney I was riding was caught in traffic, a little beggar boy got inside and started wiping our feet/shoes with his dirty piece of rag. Afterwards, he waited for people to spare him some coins or probably some left-over food or something. This isn’t really new to me. Having been used to taking the jeepney, cheapest public transportation in the Philippines, I have also become used to seeing sights of this kind. The beggars around Metro Manila would always make me feel either disillusionment in the Philippines, remorse within myself, and/or gratitude to God for not making me a street beggar. But, yesterday afternoon, what caught my attention was the little boy’s disposition. Only one or two of the passengers gave him some coins and another gave him some cookies. He was so happy at what he got that he couldn’t wipe this huge grin off his face. He almost looked funny. He showed his treasure of a cookie to hi

Aah, 2004!!! My first entry for the year... I sure hope to have more entries, better and more substantial ones at that, this year. I have always kept a journal, but I don't really write as much as I would want to or as often as people I know do. But, I sure do love writing. It's like an escape for me. It's the time when I could just be myself and just pour everything out. And, now that I have found this blogging thing, I really hope to write more. Today, I'd like to write about the past year. A friend of mine told me 2003 was to be my year because I was born on the 23rd of March and 2003 was actually my 23rd year in this world. Now I'm thinking whether it truly was my year or not. Hmmm, what have I done and accomplished during the year? Was it a good year for me? First, I'm going to go back in time... In the early part of the year, I was home. Finally, after two years of being away, I finally went home. For two great and happy months, I was with m