fun de PoGon

the funniest guys: Anthoy Walter Vega (3 Gonzalez08) and Rodimer Lomoya (3 Pongracz07)

gad. they do make me laugh. and it somehow makes the ache go away a little. i wish all people have a moyax and a vega in their lives. they have that wonderful gift of making you realize that life is one big comedy and that the lord god meant for us to laugh amidst the saddest things. watching and listening to them, one need not go to a comedy bar or to the movies. their antics are original, their jokes natural. they take delight in the simplest, silliest things and somehow turn them into a big comedy show. they do not even try to make you laugh.

i am blessed to have them. but what you're actually seeing is only two of the funniest little big guys i have! imagine the power of a roomful of hyperactive 15 year-olds. gad. all the world's worries turn to smoke.

the world under a red umbrella

scene from a recent past

writing about 5 years of immersion seem anticlimactic. something more dramatic should cap off the years spent hiking kilometers of bad road, scolding kids, sleeping in chapels, and haggling with jeepney drivers. something like levoscoliosis. bwahahahhaha!!!!

i do have that annoying ailment. i think my body is on strike. it has refused to cooperate with me anymore on matters of strenous physical activities. it even prefers a hard bed over my 20+ year old mattress!

but this is it. my body has declared that it will no longer carry me and carry out my obsession with mountains and kids. mountains and kids. you'll be surprised at how deeply they learn from each other. but that's for another post.

i will no longer handle the immersion next year. my body has even convinced two of my umbrellas to retire and so they lost themselves.

next year i will be bound to my cubicle and a boring 18 loader. i will content myself with a moderating class and try my best to help them win at least one class contest. i shall be consoled with trips to asia that may or may not happen over the summer. i shall sit in idleness and take all gossip seriously. i will make powerpoints of all my lessons and strategize to make kids at least notice church history. gad, i could even write a book with all the free time i have!

and i shall miss the scene above. i shall pine for corned beef and danggit and tuna cheesemelt. ...gad!

the joy that's in it

let me tell you my plans.

i want to be able to travel the world for the joy that's in it. i dont want to go as a tourist. to be a tourist is simply to look at the surface of things. i could look at webshots for that. i want to be with people. to be able to talk to them and maybe learn their language. i want to be able to go to places not in the tourist map. i pray God will grant me that.

i want to go to Thailand and teach Burmese refugees for the joy that's in it. I want to stay for two months (if XUHS allows) and teach English to these kids. I've heard how they love to learn from volunteers. i pray God will show me how to get there.

i want to have a laptop for the joy that's in it. i want to be able to make my lessons and letters and powerpoints and movies without the hassle of going downtown or waiting for my turn at the pc. i know i can do much with that technology in my hands. i pray SOMEONE will give me one. haha.

i want a blue-eyed baby for the joy that's in it. ok, this is probably too far-fetched and nobody out there would willingly donate blue-eyed baby sperms to me on a test tube. but i'd want to be able to claim a relative who wont look like me. there's no logic there, i know! but i want, want, want! i pray somebody blue-eyed will stumble on this blog and e-mail me. hahaha! eewww!

it's free to dream. that's all i want.

and oh, i want world peace.

for the joy that's in it.

too tired to be kind

i hope that you will understand how important it is for me that you do not disappoint me.

i am tired of being too understanding.

i am entitled to be angry. i'm not used to it. but i need to now.

i have my limits after all. sometimes one just needs to stop making excuses for everybody.

i am too tired to be kind.