Midori no Kaze

Tuesday, June 28, 2005

Azumi

I haven't blogged in ages for the reason that I haven't gotten much free time. Anyway, last night, I watched this Japanese movie called Azumi. It's a sad story about a girl who was found by a samurai and trained on an isolated mountain with 9 other kids to become top assassins.. Throughout the movie, she discovers that having the perfect technique and being strong means nothing if you can't protect the weak and you have to follow the orders of your superiors. In the end, Azumi was able to think for herself and use her sword to protect the good. It's a good thought for all of us especially in this time of crisis with GMA and all. When we are in a position of power, we must always use it to help/protect those who put us there. "With great power comes great responsibility" - Spiderman

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

Angered, but in the End, Quite Disappointed

I began my day with a wonderful discussion in Theo about how man is unique because we are worthy of love. Our God died to save us and even became human to dignify humans. We are too precious and loved by him that he did all this for us. To top that, my Philo class talked about how humans have the infinite capacity to love. It is further deepened as you go through it, and you know that there is more to discover as you go along. You have to experience it for yourself or you'll never know what it's really like. "To love is better", St. Ignatius said. This is what the Jesuits pride themselves with: Being men and women for others. This is the goal of the Ateneo education, and I would have to say that a lot of Ateneans have given a lot of themselves to being men and women for others, but sadly, not all do.

During my 2 hour break, Anix, a very good friend of mine entered our org room covering her knees with her bag. When she uncovered them, my friends and I freaked out to see two bloody knees. When she came closer, she had a torn shirt, scratched arms, peeled knuckles and hands and a deep cut on her chin. It turns out, she was on her way back from (take note) the Church of the Gesu to get the phone she left in the RSF (Rizal Study Foyer). On her way down the ramp, she tripped on a small hole and fell, incurring those wounds. *******!!! No one even helped!!! No one even bothered to say "Are you ok?" In fact, a group of guys laughed pa. ******* talaga!!! If I were there, I would've bumped their heads together. So much for being men and women for others, you can’t help even when it’s right in front of you. If I had seen someone, even a total stranger and that happened, I would. Sure, not everyone’s like that, but no offense, everyone should be.

When I was in High School, I was escorting a speaker to the AVR and the pile of papers I was carrying fell. Guess what, a bunch of other students I didn’t even know helped me pick them up, and to my surprise, the speaker did to. You know what he said, “Wow! I’m so amazed a bunch of students just came and helped. In college, that never happens.” Well, I didn’t believe it then, but I’m beginning to now. Maybe I’m angry about how people refuse to help maybe out of discomfort or whatever reason they might have, but it ticks me. But ultimately, I think I’m disappointed that after all this, they’ve learned nothing.

“Nothing less than faith, heart and creed” –HS Batch 2003
“Women of Faith, Women of Action” – Blessed Mother Marie Eugenie

Sunday, June 19, 2005

"Summer Days Drifted Away..."/Fete de la Musique

Sumer days have indeed drifted away. It was just my first week of school last week and I'm already beginning to feel the stress. There are so many readings for all my subjects and not to mention, all the other requirements. To top that, I have a sucky schedule that begins my day at 7:30 a.m. everyday. For some reason, I'm beginning to get the Sunday feeling (the feeling of dread before the upcoming school/work day). Nevermind, I had a blast yesterday.

Yesterday was the Fete de la Musique in El Pueble/Podium. I had so much fun with Ate C, Crissy, Anna, Kuya Wap, Mike, Jem, Trey, Erix and John who followed after his performance with Tropical Depression. Grabe, sobrang daming tao. To top that, it was so hot and tight and there was even a fight. Hey, that rhymed. I kinda got scared, especially since I felt that we were responsible for Anna. All in all, it was a great experience. Definitely mauulit.

Friday, June 10, 2005

Thousand Miles

You know how some songs tend to hit the spot and make you reflect on things? Well, here's a wonderful song called Thousand Miles by Caedmon's Call, a Christian band with great songs.

I have stolen, Lord, let me give
I have left Your house a fugitive
I have wandered in my own way
Squandered everything You gave
But my dying heart You saved and let me live

I have cursed the air and clenched my fists

I have hungered for Your righteousness
I have tried to walk the line
I drew between Your heart and mine
But You forgive me every time the mark is missed

So take my broken offering and make it whole

And set my feet upon the road that leads me home
Let me walk as one fixed upon the goal
Even though I've got a thousand miles to go

I have sought Your grace in my defense
I have plundered Your magnificence
Until my journey is complete
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
That I might sow what I have reaped
From Your great love

As I struggle for Your hand
You use me in ways I can't understand
You take this sinful man and renew me
Working through me

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This song is so appropriate for the world today because many people forget God and go about doing things as they please without concern for others. This song is simply a reminder to us that no matter how much we stray from Him, He will always welcome us, and if we are willing, use us as an instrument of his love.


Sunday, June 05, 2005

Swimming 101: c/o Kuya Wappy

The Sunday Club resumed with more members this time. Our destination, the house we all grew up in and celebrated our best/happiest occassions, Lolo's house. I even had my debut there, but since he died, the house was renovated and a pool was installed in our garden. It ranged from four to seven feet, and it was pretty and blue. Then, part of the garage was converted to two bathrooms, one for the boys and one for the girls.

The day was perfect for swimming. The sun wasn't too bright and it was windy. The pool was really warm and the company was great: Kuya Manolo, Maricris, Kuya Wap, Ate Boom, Kuya Mandy, Regina, Ate Char, Macie, Ate C and me. Later on that day, Ate and Kuya Nicky followed. Buti pa si Macie and Regina, they can swim. Eh si Tita Bam...absolutely chicken. (I had a traumatic experience. I'm excused. I almost drowned in Hawaii.)

I was holding on to the edge of the pool for dear life. Kuya Wap was patient enough to teach me a few things. (Not like my swimming teacher who threw a coin on our first day and told me to look for it.) First, he was able to get me to go around the pool. Yup, even the deep part. Then, he taught me how to float. I can float!!! I was screaming at first, but I was floating till I realized Kuya Wap wasn't holding me anymore. Hehehe. It was hilarious. By the end of the afternoon, I was floating on my own, staring at the endless sky. Thanks Kuya Wap for swimming 101. Hehehe