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Rhythm of Silence

Lecture of the teacher in our music class,

The chalk to the board creating a screeching sound,

Manuscript paper on the table to write down notes,

Full, half, quarter, sharp and flat, have you recorded them all?

Once I was able to take them in unhindered,

Once able to pick them up unobstructed,

Never thought a second time can be too much to ask.

 Sitting in a class full of singing people,

Seeing everyone as if they’re all choir members,

Mouths’ wide open, yet no one seemed talking, no voice can be heard,

Hands in different directions, many facial expressions, were they playing charade?

I kept watching, and looking, and staring, until blinking’s no longer an option.

Oh silly! I still have my headphones on.

But it wasn’t even playing, was it? Nor, were people in a game.

 What’s happening? What’s going on?

It seemed like a funeral. Yes! There must be a funeral.

The world is too loud to be a quiet place.

Tried barefoot chanting, frantic, thank goodness I could still sing!

But where was the sound going? It has gone with the wind!

The world just suddenly fell silent.

Or has it?

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“Like a jar with some water in it, drifting in the vast ocean. It’s surrounded by love, filled by love, but the jar itself is the reason why the ocean and the water imprisoned in the jar cannot emerge. The water longs to be part of the ocean, and the ocean calmly waits to receive it with kindliness. But to become one with the ocean, the jar has to go.”

Surrender. 

Give yourself up to God.

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FOREVER’S NOT ENOUGH

For you, there's nothing I can't do And never will I ever go Forever's not enough to love you so But if forever ends one day I promise you I'll stay to show you That my love for you will never end...

And if forever's not enough for me to love you I'd spend another lifetime baby If you ask me to There's nothing I won't do Forever's not enough to love you so

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Hanggang sa magkita tayong muli, maghihintay ako.

BBY

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Keep moving. Until you learn what to do.

BBY

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I can swim yet I am drowning. Oceans are indeed greater than lakes.

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The short makes the long

What is beautiful about ephemeral things? Is there beauty in short-lived matters? Well, I think, it is in its being short-lived itself that makes ephemeral things beautiful. When one thing is meant to only last a very short time, most of the times, instead of just waiting for the inevitable, we escalate the moment to its highest peak. We do not take it for granted, as its lifespan is short.  In ephemerality, we see quick yet still beautiful transformations. A caterpillar who decides to start a pupa to be a butterfly, with beauty that will only last for a while, is commendable. In ephemerality, we make sure that no time will be wasted doing unnecessary endeavor. A risk taken may only last a second, but the succeeding effect of that single step can lead us to various paths. In ephemerality, we enjoy every single detail of a moment, and savor all pieces of memory that we can create when the time has ran out. A conversation may only take a moment, but it sure does create connections that would last. A year will not be a year with days. A day will not be a da without hours. An hour will not be an hour if not by minutes, and a minute is not a minute without seconds. A human body is composed of ephemeral cells, yet it is beautiful and can last a hundred years. Ephemeral things are the building blocks of all long living matters and transformations. That is what makes it beautiful.

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Some things I do on black outs

There are many things I do whenever there is a power outage. Most of the time, I sleep. I always lack sleep because of the effects of pandemic to my personal life. I also read a book. I’m currently dealing with a particular book now, but I stopped reading it because I got bored. However, due to the power outage, I try to continue reading it since I don’t want to start reading a whole new book just because of the black out. I can also watch, especially if the power outage is announced, in my fully charged phone. I also clean the house. I’m fond of cleaning the house. I move furniture, sweep the dirt under the bed that stayed there for a million years, or clean the bathroom. I also like nature. I swim in the stream, together with my nieces, or plant and beautify our garden. I was an assistant of my mother, but recently I worked on a project, my mother got impressed even if she denied it and I became the advisor and organizer of my mother’s plants and garden. Those are the things that I do to pass time, to avoid boredom.

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Be glad you can die

To be able to die after all the struggles, and hardships, to meet the end of the race, to take a resting place, is our most valuable asset. While in our younger years we desire to have a long life so to enjoy all the pleasures of life, there will come a point where all we desire the pleasure of death, and we are lucky that we can die, that we are capable of dying. Unlike is, a jellyfish won’t die unless eaten by its predators. Unlike us, Aswangs won’t die unless they go in a special river, transfer the stone that is in them, or experience cardiac arrest. We are lucky, for we have many ways to die, and death is inevitable to us. Other beings, no matter how much they long to die, won’t die until some unique conditions are met for their death. This may be promising for those who desire to be almost immortal, but for those who wished a normal life, it is challenging, discouraging. Because of long life, they might stop aiming to be better, for they have long time to waste. Yet for us, the combination of assurance and uncertainty of mortality is what gives us the drive to live our lives to the fullest, and transform it so that we can enjoy the riches of life in the limited time we have. It became a tool in its own way to help our live. Precious are the things that can be used once – life, as well as death. It is in its capacity to mold us, transform us, lead us, despite being at the end-line, is what makes it our most valuable asset.

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Our dog bit me

Hi! I’m Gerald by the way. Do you want to learn some part of me? Really? Okay okay, chill. Let’s travel back to my childhood. Are you ready? When I was a young boy, I had many friends here in our neighborhood – various friends actually that jump through species ahahaha. I have boys, girls, older boys, older girls, old people, cats, plants, dogs, chickens, dove, carabao, a dam. All sorts of things in my place, I considered them as my friends. You know, the bliss of innocence. I guess that helped me become an achiever when I was a kid. I study in the morning till afternoon in the weekdays, then spent the night watching in the television. My happy moments were always in the weekends especially the Saturday. In the Saturdays, my mother would let me play all day, then before the sun set, I got to go home or I will not be able to play the next time (she never told me as far as I can remember, but that was what I always believed in). One time, when I was, I guess, 10 or 11 years of age, and surely it was Saturday, I was playing with my friends, human friends. It was already in the afternoon, so I was making sure I got to play fully before my time ran out. Never did I expected that I myself will shorten my playtime. We played hide and seek. It was in my neighbor’s house. I got to hide quickly or I will be caught without even hiding, as the “taya” was counting down very fast. In my panic, I hid behind the bushes near my house. I was safe there. As the game proceeded, I decided to shift position, so that I could see where the Taya is, and plan when I would run to the base. I decided to transfer to the tree, again near our house. I sat there, and in a flash, something bit me on the neck. I covered my neck as a reflex after being bitten, then looked around. Alas! It was our dog that has bitten me. She has her babies with her. I ran to the water pump as my fear that my mother would scold and punish me built up. The Taya caught me, I ignored him/ her (I can’t remember who the Taya is). My heart raced and I could hear my every breath. I got no choice. I have to go to ask for help, for I don’t know what to do, nor what was going to happen. I slowly walked to my mom, while covering my wound. I slowly narrated what happened. She was startled, and frightened. The neck is close to the brain, and if the dog has rabies, I could die. We rushed and travelled to a “paratambal.” The paratambal saw me, checked me, treated me. He licked his finger and put it on my neck. I was disgusted internally, thinking that it might die not of rabies, but of infection ahahaha. Still, we proceeded and waited for the paratambal’s prognosis. I was free of rabies. I was happy. I was saved and so was our dog. No harm befall me, just a bite wound, and the mother dog was spared. I guessed she just did not recognize me as I ran. She was kind after all. And yes. That’s it. That’s my story of how my neck was bitten by our dog. Thanks.