Istranghero sa BGC

Alas dose ng gabi.

Naalimpungatan ako sa katahimikan. Biglang nabuhay ang aking diwa. Ilang minuto 'ding patuloy kong nilalaro ang aking paningin sa madilim na kisame hanggang na isipan kong bumangon at sumilip sa bintana. Tahinik. May mga iilang residenteng naglalakad gabay ang mga naglalakihang poste sa gilid ng daan hanggang 'di nag tagal ay bigla akong nakadama ng kalungkutan. Bumalik ako sa aking higaan para di ako tuluyang lamunin ng aking panglaw pero sawi akong makuha ang aking pagtulog kaya muli akong bumangon at lumabas.

Maglakad ako kahit 'di sigurado sa aking paroroon. Sa aking paglayo mula sa aking tinitirhan ay nakita ko kung gaano kayapa sa labas na kahit ang mahiwagang buwan ay tila nakasilip lamang sa akin. 

BGC isang karatula ang tumambad sa akin. Hindi ako naliligaw ngunit 'di ko alam kung sakop parin ako ng lugar ng Makati o ako'y nasa dako na ng Taguig dahil sa patuloy itong pinag aagawan ng dalawang lunsod. Madilim ang lugar, payapa. Tanging ang mga barikada lamang sa bakanteng lote ang naka hanay para sa mga bagong Condo na ipapatayo doon. 

Umupo ako. Nag muni-muni hangang may biglang humawak sa aking kaliwang binti. Napa tingin ako, isang lalaking nasa kwarenta na ang edad ang biglang nag kisap mata sa akin sabay ngiti nito. Nagulat ako sa inasta ng matanda kaya bigla akong tumayo at lumayo.

"kanina pa yan" isang tinig ang aking narinig habang ako'y naglalakad

Isang lalaki ang nag salita mula sa kanyang kina uupuan.

Nakatingin siya sa akin. Kahit madilim ang lugar ay na aalinag ko ang kanyang mukha. Bata pa siya. ka edaran ko siguro. Umupo ako sa kabilang dulo ng kayang bench na kinalalagyan at  mula doon ay mas nakita ko ang kanyang imahe. Isang lalaking matangos ang ilong, singkit ang mata at may berdeng brace sa ngipin nito. Madali ko siyang napalagayan ng loob. Hindi ko alam kung paano kami nag umpisang nag usap ngunit ang pag kakatanda ko lang ay sabay naming tinatawanan at pinag uusapan ang mga tao sa paligid na pabalik balik sa lugar habang saklob sila ng dilim. Mga Adan na animoy mga langgam na pag katapos kausapin saglit ang isa ay aalis ito at pupupuntahan naman ang nakatayong mama sa kabila. sa patuloy naming pag uusap ay biglang nag bago ang timpla ng boses ng aking katabi.

"Katulad ko sila" malamig na sambit nito.

Napatingin ako sa kanya. nakayuko at patuloy na nag salita.

"ngunit di ako nag hahanap ng katulad ng gusto nila. Andito ako dahil gusto kong maging totoo kahit saglit lang bago ako umuwi sa bahay. Gusto ko ng taong may makikinig sakin ."

"high school ako nung nalaman kong iba ako. Tulad nila di ko alam kung paano ako ma o-out. Unfortunately, retired soldier ang dad ko and no one in our house would actually guess that I'm queer except my mom. Alam kong alam niya peo indenial parin. She heard me before talking with my mate. You know what, Di naman mahirap being me kasi wala talaga akong balak mag out at I love the way people see me as straight guy and one thing more, I am not also fooling people around me na  nag poporma pormahan ako like a real man kasi this is the way I express myself. Everything is okay pero bigla akong pinag sakloban ng langit when I realized that I want to be a pastor. I want to preach the words of God pero paano? at sino ang maniniwala sa akin sa church if I already embraced who I am? ang hirap."

Natahimik ako sa mga sinabi niya. I really didn't know how to react that time peo I realized na he's not actually soliciting any advice from me. Gusto niya lang mag labas ng kanyang saloobin. Ngunit dahil pabida ako ay nag bigay parin ako ng short but sweet piece mula sa kaibuturan ng aking puso.

Mag aalasdose na noon. Sabay kaming tumayo at parehas na naglabas ng cell phone. Gusto ko sanang kunin ang kanyang numero at pangalan pero tila naging sapat na sa amin na kami ay naging istranghero lang isang madilim na gabi.

Umalis ako sa lugar, naglakad pabalik sa aking tinitirhan ngunit tila may naiwang tanong sa aking isipan.

"Will you lose your identity and pursue you heart's vision or 

better stick with your identity and shape-out a new goal?"

                                                                                                                -Jei Son

The Gleaming Light

Just like his fluttering cape in the sky,

I'll rise
I'll fly

'till I reach the gleaming light

            -Jei Son

#ThrowBack: College days

I was surfing the internet when I stumbled into one of my photo folders, My College life Pics.

Alakain mo 4 years na pala akong graduate at katulad ng mga pasaway ko'ng mga classmates at barkada ay ganap na kaming mga Guro (ehem).  I don't know if you agree with this but college life for me is like a liberation because it was my first time to stay far from my family and do my own stuff like washing and ironing my own uniforms, buying and cooking my own foods and washing my own dishes and off-course most of my first and flirts happened here (haha).

#ThrowBackPics

These are my pics when I was in college. ( libre manlait huwag lang sobra haha)

Meet the DBH

            DBH stands for Dolores Boarding House ang aking mga Kakosa sa loob ng bording house. Maliban sa kakosa ay ka-ututang dila din pag gabi, ka jamming pag may party, ka midnight snack pag naisipan. kasama sa umaakyat sa gate pag naabutan ng curfew, ka kutsaba sa pagtatago ng alak pag nag roronda ang Land-lady at Kaaway pag oras na ng hugasan ng pinagkainan.

Ang DBH ay hati sa tatlo:
ang DBH_BRODZ, ang mga grupo ng mga lalaki,
DBH_BRATS ang mga grupo ng mga babae,
at DBH_BRIGHT ay grupo ng mga matatalino at alam na.

BRODZ: Melvin,Leo,James,Jei Son, Miguel, Frank and Melvin. wala si Ryan sa pic nag CR hahha

BRIGHTS: Benj (Magna Cum laude), Lester (Cum Laude) and David (Science Wizard)
                 at wala jan si Davy ( the mathematician)

Inside the Center

Having a rational attributes, human has the power to picture the possible consequences of his actions and probable result of his decisions. In the same way, he has also the capability to hear and follow his core.

In our journey, however, there are tricky points in our lives that we could hardly follow our Center simply because it is not in accord to what other people want us to be. At times, It's too ironic that the reflections of our thoughts are not in the conformity of what's inside our heart. Life as what they say is simple but the environment itself makes it complicated because of its norms. And because of that measure, we limit ourselves and wave our decisions especially if we're not too confident with its potential result. That instance leads us toward internal self struggle. A battle that brings pressure to what we should consider.

                                                                                                            -Jei Son
                                                                                                                        *unedited

Of Puerto GALERA

It's post summer season but yeah this doesn't stop us to raid and dig our summer wear and sunblock and jump into the white beach of Mindoro ( langoy, langoy, langoy na parang shokoy). Okay, I'm not a travel blogger but I just want to share my pretty awesome experience in the  island.

This getaway was originally planned by our team but I ended up going not with my teamates but instead with those agents who supposed to be "sabit" only in our ally. nag backed-out sila eh, di kami nalang.

looking at the photo we are still ragged with our office clothes because we boarded on JAM bus in Buendia directly after our shift.  We arrived at Batangas Pier terminal around 01:30pm but we departed the place around 3:00pm because 3 of our colleagues were late. 

Ang Ayrte- Ayrte kasi ng GF ng office mate ko.

When the boat docked, picture picture agad. It was drizzling that time but the weather did not stop the tourists to enjoy every splash of wave in the beach. At night, I wondered because girls were wearing make ups, Whaattt? make up before swimming. okay na OA. kayo na ang ARYANA. hehehe

here's our first babad. the water is perfect. though we had drowsy eyes, all of our stress were washed out because of the reviving temperature of the sea. we had also great time laughing with stand-up commedians in the bars and drop-jaw with professional fire dancers

 

True Story: Jhun's DOODLE

 

Last weekend as I sat on a three-day seminar in our church, I had one of those life-changing experiences that you hear other people talk about — the kind of experience that sneaks you up  unexpectedly. This was the moment my eyes nailed to one of the male delegates in our row.

  

He is Jhune. I learned it through the ID pinned in his shirt. He had nothing special though. He wore ordinary clothes, got dark color and had his obvious straggly hair but what really caught my attention to this person was his Doodle. An adult doodling inside the church?  It's aberrant.

While I was staring at him I noticed that his hand suddenly stopped from stroking. I was caught starring to a stranger.

"Hi" I smiled as my immediate excuse to my rudeness. 

"I heard na Ilokano ka, taga san ka pala?" I asked which I thought a great topic to start a conversation but he just nodded, bowed his head and resumed his doodle. Maybe he's not interested for a talk  I thought

"Taga Cagayan Valley ako" a voice sounded out besides me after a couple seconds. It was him.

"Talaga, taga Isabela ako" I smiled "kailan ka pa umalis doon?" I added but he offered no immediate response for the second time. I was displeased with the situation, loss of face. And to manage my guilt I simply diverted my attention to my notes and swore not to talk to him again but my plans repeled when he reponded.

"Lumayas ako when I was 17. The night pagkatapos akong buhusan ng kumukulong tubig ng tatay ko" that soft husky voice striked deep within my soul. I looked at him and felt sorry about what I heard.

"Oh sorry, pero un na un diba, wala ng iba." I said trying to convice myself

After saying those words, he looked at me and smiled maybe because of my silly reaction. I could hardly put in words in what I saw. He smiled yet there was a perceptable somber in his eyes.

"Pina ampon ako when I was 7, pero bumalik ako sa kanila para maramdaman ko kung saan ako nang galing pero worst binubog lang ako, sinaktan. During my birthday when I was Grade 6 tinulak ako sa ilog ng tatay ko.... But in God's grace buti nalang marunong na akong lumangoy that time" he grinned narrating his victory.

"Minsan nga" he added "sabi ng nanay ko sana namatay nalang daw ako noon. kaya tinanong ko sila kung ampon lang ba ako pero imposible kasi may kakambal ako, and I keep asking myself at times  "bakit ako ang pinag bubuntungan ng galit nila kahit kasalanan ng iba?... parang sumpa ung tingin nila sa akin" he seriously said.

Funny Short Stories about Women

Since my last two entries were very demostrative: Letter to God and Jei's love analogy I think we all deserve to paint our faces with smile. Enjoy Reading


The child and his mother:
A curious child asked his mother: “Mommy, why are some of your hairs turning grey?”

The mother tried to use this occasion to teach her child: “It is because of you, dear. Every bad action of yours will turn one of my hairs grey!”

The child replied innocently: “Now I know why grandmother has only grey hairs on her head.”

Wrong email address:

A couple going on vacation but his wife was on a business trip so he went to the destination first and his wife would meet him the next day.

When he reached his hotel, he decided to send his wife a quick email.

Unfortunately, when typing her address, he mistyped a letter and his note was directed instead to an elderly preacher’s wife whose husband had passed away only the day before.

When the grieving widow checked her email, she took one look at the monitor, let out a piercing scream, and fell to the floor in a dead faint.

At the sound, her family rushed into the room and saw this note on the screen:

Dearest Wife,
Just got checked in. Everything prepared for your arrival tomorrow.

P.S. Sure is hot down here.

Letter To God

My Remorse and Rejoice To Thee

Lord, I remorse
for my heart within has disillusions;
Ashamed because to You I can't conceal my true color
dissimulating my feeling just to look strong.

Lord, to You I cry
for all my blunders and unwise decisions
but give me chance oh God to atone
All my defiance and transgressions

I sometimes blame you everytime I fall
Sometimes  I thought I'm deserted and abandoned
I remorse oh God. I cry.
I forgot, Your Son shouted "It is done" before He died

I pity myself Oh God
for I was clouded by my self-indulged plight;
I remember, Your Son redeemed my life
which I must celebrate it with Your unconditional love

Oh God I rejoice with the hope You give!
for during Autumn and every fall of leaves
has smell of spring for Your covenant I can live
with renewed faith rekindled with Your Spirit

Lord I exult with outstretched arms
for all the mountains of trouble in my heart
without You, I couldn't climb any of these heights
Thank you because You restored my dying life

I may too weak to fathom Your Intentions
but then again- I rejoice, exult and praise You oh Lord
Enliven my soul through Your profound words
For I must not dwell on my ordeals but to You alone

Hear my voice oh God, hear my remorse
from now on and on I celebrate my life with You with great rejoice

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Short Story about this Poem

I had my first draft that tackles about my insecurities, hatreds and hostilities of life but I immediately deleted it when I attended a mass in Word for the World Church where all of the attendees are shouting with joy, raising their hands to God and singing with bliss on their faces. That time I felt certain sense of guilt knowing that I am very lucky and blessed.

Yeh It's not a winning poem but let's rejoice and ask no more questions because we are not deaf when Jesus shouted "It is Done" on His cross.

Jei's LOVE Analogy

I am not brave, I'm no Superman, I am just a coward bird.

 

It's been years since I felt affection in my heart. Time when I let myself in in a cage of love. The immeasurable happiness made me stay being trapped in this florid cell. It's because you. I am here because you my mate.

But like the rainbow in the sky, the feeling gradually grew faint and disappear. Now I'm alone and the dark clouds are getting befriend with the sky. You left me crying. Abandoned with no clear reason. I wanna sing to lessen the pain but how would I open my mouth if every note in the song is a representation of my sorrow? so tell me my mate, tell me.

I guess my left wing is a bit okay now, - quite recovered from a great fall when you left me but I keep on asking why,  Why I'm still afraid to fly?

Other birds are waiting for me to take my flight. Encouraging me to take another try.

But how could I spread my wings if I already forget how to fly?

PBO : Sound of SOUL

 _______________*  "LET the photos speak and the Music Communicates" *_______________ 

Photos credited to Zai

Rix

Marge

Kua Mar

Letter for my DAD

Dear Pa,

Many people keep on saying that every time they look at my face, I am your duplicate of my generation. -"Ang gwapo mo pala nung binata ka, san kaba nag mana?"  hehehe. However, I still consider it as ironic because even though we share almost the same face in different time, we know that we've got only chunk of similarities because of our differences. Coffee is the least example- you love black, I like white.

Pa, I know when I was a kid you were expecting too much from me and there is a life that you want me to live with in my future but gone were the days and I chose to follow my dream and not the person you want me to become, my apologies I am such a prodigal son. But in lieu with your expectation, I am doing my best in my chosen career and I am happy with it.

Seven days from now your age value will again increase hehe and it seems like yesterday when you were teaching us taekwondo together with my cousins. The time you let me run on the field to check if the kite we did was working right, such wonderful summer days. But I also remember those days we were being forced to do some errands which we actually didn't like, times you shouted us every time we mess up, but I still thank you because all of those things and your being disciplinarian have big impact to what kind of person I am now.

God has been very kind to us and I bow my head to Him for the second life He gave to you. I remember the day you were being sent in the hospital because of motor accident, I don't know what to do that time, the doctor says if you did not arrive an hour earlier your condition could be worse and I am very lucky that your lasingerong friends still help you. Pa, maybe you don't know this but during the time I was looking at you sleeping in the hospital- still unconscious from the accident, I laid my finger on your palm and you held it tight. There was a connection between us, tears flowed in my eyes and I said my prayers. That time, I realized that even we have unsymmetrical likes, you have authoritative personality and strong principles, I am still your son and you're my father. I love you.

I live independently now, I generate my own money and I make my own decisions but I want you to know that I still live with your wisdom, the lesson of being a responsible person and not being a liability to someone. I will keep those piled lessons Pa, though quite sometimes, I need also to break some rules for a reason of satisfaction (bad) but don't you worry I am not worst. hehehe

Now that you've totally recovered, I still wish you to have a good health and happy life. Happy Birthday.

P.s.
Please keep loving Mama like your youngest years together.


YOur Son na Pasaway,
Jei_Son

Second OPTION

Most of the times, we always seek for the best. One that will satisfy mostly on the standard of our wants and not into our needs. Maybe it's a human nature that when we choose something or someone, we always make sure that we take the best and if it doesn't work- we take the second option.

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Just this lazy Saturday afternoon, I went to the kitchen to find some thing to eat but since I've just eaten my lunch, I looked at the available fruits on the fridge's door where oranges and an apple nestled. At sight, my saliva ran on my tongue while thinking about the sweet pulp of oranges until my hand grabbed one fruit below  -the apple.

While I was comfortably sitting on my couch, I looked at the apple on my hand thinking

"why I chose it despite that it was my second option?"

and an idea popped up in my head.

Commonly, second option is always taken for granted when someone claims that he has a better fish to fry, a person who could actually supplement the things what the second option doesn't have.

Admit it or not, I still believe that many of us give the first chair to the person who is pleasing and good-looking in our eyes and we just give a so-so attention to the second one. It might not be our intention to be prejudice but we are honestly doing it. We are clouded by our norms of fancy without thinking that there is also someone out  there waiting to prove him\herself to us- a person who has unique and better personality than the first option. I am not saying that after I write this entry, I will be fair to all the people around me, I just realized that we should not only see the beauty of our second option after we messed-up with our first one.

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Finally I took my first bite and juices dripped off.  I enjoyed licking them. Another bite and the taste became sweeter. See- second option is not totally bad. (try)

I love you number EIGHT

 

"Anong chapter kana?"

(hush.............)

"Ano ba Jei, you have good concept bakit di mo tinutuloy magsulat?" she added

"katamad dude eh and I have to learn more " I shortly said

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Siya si Jillian, ang bestfren kong babae, sobrang saya ko when she came to mylife because I really long to have a girl friend like her. She trusts me with her secrets and vise versa. Marami kaming pag kakatulad- magbasa ng books, manuod ng movies at mag sulat. Actually, mayroon nga siyang na published PHR story ang "I Love You number Eight" at sa sobrang saya at supportive ko ay di pa ako bumibili ng libro niya (lakas ng tama no. busy eh). Ok lang yan, panoorin ko nalang sa TV ang teleserye adaptation niya. Diba Jill?

Bakit nga ba ako tinatamad mag sulat????

1. Pag nag susulat ako, sabay edit na kasi (mali daw un kasi mawawala ung flow ng idea mo) peo ganun ako eh kaya minsan sa kaka edit at kababasa. Iyon naboboringan na ako.

2. Tatlong stories ang gusto kong isulat ( Fantasy novel, Family Short story, at Suspense Novel) dami no??? Sino nga ba di tatamarin??? at diyan kami nag kakatalo ni bestpren kasi more on love story siya.

3. Busy din ako kababasa ng Hunger Games ni Suzzane Collins at di ko pa natatapos ang Girl With a Dragon Tattoo ni Stieg Larsson at nasimulan ko na naman ang Angels and Demons ni Dan Brown. Oh san ka pa sabay-sabay!!

4. At huli, kailangan din naman pumasok sa trabaho. Dahil pagod, pag uwi sa bahay ay nuod nuod din ng TV at tulog tulog din. So ano time ko mag sulat?? (sigh)

Kayo pano ba kayo mag sulat?? what are your motivations?? how your hands weave great stories?? share naman diyan.

It's more than ABCD

Her words cracked in my eardrums.

"Gusto lang ko po maging elementary teacher, mapurol lang po utak ko" ( I just want to be elementary teacher, I only have featherbrain) she smirked after saying the words.

BboOoOm!!! the words exploded and I'm totally upset. The intensity of her statement is more like reaching the highest wave length in the seismograph. Very alarming.

Being Ignorant is inescapable human condition but to remain one is an option. According to John Locke in his Tabula rasa theory "human brain is born like a clear sheet" meaning the mental content doesn't exist at birth and it is in the individual who will nurture it. Multiple intelligences, in contrast, believes that everyone has already innate knowledge or talent during the process of conception which the person only needs to develop it as he grows up. Whatever be the correct theory between the two, both of them dwell in the idea of responsibility in self development.

Reality check. A person entering teaching profession because he is dull is no longer new to me. Sad but it's the truth and don't judge them. Actually, I have nothing against these people because I believe they have special capabilities that make them great teachers on their own way however I just hate the way they look at themselves and how they just simply accept their limitations which stops them from learning new concept.

If you want to be a teacher, make an introspection. Assess and ask yourself what makes you at least good teacher in the eyes of your children because once you admit that you only have feather brain and use teaching as your opportunity to escape your condition and be called professional, You won't gain my respect and worse even to the society. Use your personality as your reason to be part of the team and not your weaknesses, because in this field being intelligent doesn't always matter. I remember talking to my colleague after she was insulted by one of our co-teachers, she admits that she's not good enough in language and she already aged in the teaching kindergarten however, if I try to assess them, people respected more our kinder teacher primarily because of the attitude and the patience she's giving to her pupils are immeasurable. She might not inclined in advanced academic subjects but she studied how to be a good agent in dealing different personalities of small children while teaching. Passion counts.

Opps...AMININ

 

   

Ang susunod na Entry ay rated G- patnubay ng magulang ay di kailangan.

 

AMININ - ung unang tatlong entry ko ay masyadong Emo. Oo na! pano naman kasi sinulat ko ang mga iyon sa gabi na ako ay nag iisa at ang ihip ng kalungkutan ang aking naging kasama. Peo ngaun? Iba naman. At ito ay tunay na nang yayari sa aming opisina.

 

AMININ, Sa TRABAHO ang daming magaling, ayaw patalo, lahat may alam. pasabog, BOOBM! Totoo. Ung tipong alam ni B1 ung konsepto at nag papanggap namang alam ni B2 (sarap katusan diba?).......mamaya-maya hala hayan na! ang mga mata ni B2 sumisilip sa monitor mo kung paano gawin ang ang tamang proseso. kunwari chika-chika, pa fren fren. Iba-ibang teknik parang ninja. Ang kaibahan nga lang ng mga ugaling B2 inbes na hands' projection ang gamitin tila may kakaibang Ninjitsu ang lumalabas sa bunga-nga para maging pasikat na palaka. Tsk.

 

Stolen MEMORIES

Its been years and yet I can still feel the infliction irking inside of me.

All I thought, living from you at bay will help me moving on from our past but this odd feeling is extremely towing me towards you. Tonight, the deep silence of the evening only reminds me the same time when we both fuel our curiosity. It was our innocent year of our life, a year in the school which supposed to be a season of gaining knowledge only but NO we took something from each other which the book can't give.

Do you still remember how it all began?

It was a cozy evening of August and a bright star was gazing us through the open window.

"Mark" you said with your soft voice

"why?"

"have you been kiss?"

"I haven't, you?"

"not yet too. How would you like to experience it?"

"I want to be perfect" I whispered

after that, dead air came between us. I was thinking at that moment picturing myself dancing with someone while beautiful music is serenading the place until..................

Skrypton Jei

People think he has no mask
but beneath his eyes have hidden facts:
the truth and sorrows screetching from the heart
under his sheet has kryptonite

Everyone gazes in the sky
Like pheonix as he flies
but during the dead of night,
nobody knows in labyrinth he cries

The falling dews he has to stop
his inside battle he needs to fight;
but folks only see the "S" in his cloth
not the broad shoulders that full of loads

 

 





 

Forget the ALPHA

Could it be possible to forget your past?
Maybe, maybe not.


Sand prints the history of footsteps, so as life. Our decisions and actions in the past leave marks to the people around us however unlike the footprints on the sand- it vanishes. The wind and even the waves from the ocean help to cease the markings of the steps.

I talked to my friend over the phone yesterday and the core of our conversation was all about me and my past. I told her about the admiration I feel toward a girl I met in Greenhills- her being gorgeous and simple made her more beautiful. When I first saw her, I said to my self "I like her" which there's nothing wrong about it. We are both single.

That same night,  I got her  phone number but instead of texting her, I just kept it and I am hesitant to make a move because of one thing -my past. What if, she will totally become my girlfriend and she learned something about me? will I endure it seeing her crying because of that? and if I tell her everything about myself, am I ready to take a rejection? or maybe I am just putting clouds of doubt in her mind.

I know, no matter how hard I revert the things I did, I won't change it anymore. My friend over the phone told me to forget the alpha and be someone new but many "what ifs" are still running in my mind.

I just  hope that one day,  the wind will perfectly forget my flaws in the past and a wave of changes will definitely cover them all.

22 years with my TWIN

It has been 22 years and Change has been my twin as I grow up.

I remember the last time I went in my Alma Matter, I was talking to my grade 5 adviser about the requirements needed for my teaching application. We were chatting for almost 5 minutes when she finally asked my name,  “I am Jei Son, Ma’am “ I courteously said, her eyes wide open and I can’t totally paint her face “ Wow” she exclaimed. “I am surprised, you’ve changed a lot and look at you now ”she added after recognizing me.  She did not expect that after 8 years she will meet me again as teacher

Maybe or indeed she was correct that I’ve changed a lot.

Time changed and keeps changing me not only my physical appearance but also my point of view because of the experiences it brought to me. The happiness and most especially the pain escorted me to take every opportunity to change and improve in all possible I can. I grew up as ordinary person: I played  when I was elementary, made friends when I was high school and  studied a bit seriously when I was in college (pretty cool and easy right?) but along those journey , people who measured, criticized and mauled me became my passport to be better. “Easy life, prove them wrong” I said and most of the time it works however there were aspects that they did not change me as well and one of those is to keep the life light and simple: be jolly, laugh as much as possible and crack jokes with friend , opppsss……….maybe those are reasons why I look younger (joke). Anyways, as of now, I am enjoying myself as a Call Center Agent but I am planning to teach again but this time here in Makati… I’m hoping!