Out of Sense

24 01 2017

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I am out of my senses.

The sky looks grand in royal blue, with scattered sunbeams adding to its glory, and yet I see dark heavy clouds lurking the vacuous space.

Flowers blossom bountifully in the garden, with its scent filling the formless air, and yet I smell decaying rubbish in a moist stretch of land.

The random vibrations of the strings of the harp reverberate in every corner of the room, filling it with serenity, and yet I hear redundant voices and clashing cymbals, leaving disillusionment and chaos.

No grain of sugar is left unpoured, no procedure is left undone, and yet I taste nothing but bitterness, everything but sweetness.

The warmth is evident, the gesture is genuine, and yet I feel the persisting chill and the sudden scratches.

Every moment is an opportunity for me to see the sky, to smell the flowers, to hear the music, to taste the icing and to feel the warmth. I must have been preoccupied with the world and everything on it that I failed to see, I ignored the smell, I refused to hear, I declined to taste, and I forgot to keep in touch.

All is bright and beautiful. To be out of my senses and not see, smell, hear, taste and touch everything that is bright and anything that is beautiful does not make a sense out of my life.

I should regain my senses. Unless I choose to live without sense.

——————–Photo credit: http://www.clipartkid.com





The Travails of Remembering, the Googles of Communicating

18 01 2017

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I cannot remember on which part of my almost two scores of existence I started to communicate and how I was able to convey it. I really cannot. It might be because the search keyword I associated with communication was too weak or too vague that it did not found a good hit when I googled it in my memory.

Nowadays, communication evolved to become more of a technological term. It is equated with sharing of information across different forms of media. To communicate is to send or forward a message via SMS, email, Messenger or Viber, like or react in your friend’s FB post, or click a selfie for Snapchat. This, I think, makes our understanding of communication shallow. It is like judging a book by its cover, or appreciating the packaging of the gift than the thought of giving.

Communication is not merely talking at the other end of a telephone line. It is not merely sending to all in the e-mail address book a chain e-letter. It is not merely messenging the other when a need arises. It is not merely based on verbosity, frequency, or sophistication.

Communication is knowing that at the other end is a person you can make or unmake through your words. Communication is letting the other sense the warmth of a sincere hello, a heartfelt empathy or a releasing goodbye. Communication is spending quality time amidst the tension of this fast-paced world. Communication is permitting the sentiments of the inside to affect positive change in the diversity of the outside. Communication is talking less, judging less, hurting less. For it is in communicating that we feel more, understand more, love more.

So the next time I intend to communicate, I’ll communicate for real. Then maybe, when I google my memory, I will feel lucky1.

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1Google’s “I’m Feeling Lucky” button takes you straight to the most relevant website that Google found for your query. For example, if you’re looking for the Stanford University homepage, just enter Stanford and click “I’m Feeling Lucky” instead of the Google Search button. Google will take you directly to “www.stanford.edu.” (www.google.com/help/basics.html )

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#Throwback #Sagrado High School Batch 1994: Returning with a Grateful and Joyful Heart

10 09 2014
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Graduation Picture, HS Batch 1994

It has been 20 years since we left the portals of our beloved Alma Mater, and yet, we are still mighty proud to be recipient of Sagrado’s wholistic formation.

As a Sagradista, the less-privileged are our masters…

A Sagradista’s life is not complete without partnership and collaboration with others for the common good and transformation of communities. Our after-class afternoons on Wednesdays or Thursdays, or Saturdays were spent for community outreach activities— visiting the sick in public hospitals bringing them the joy of our smiles and our home-cooked arroz caldo; organize rummage sales; and making home visits to the Asilo and slum areas surrounding Sagrado, as we sing with the children and the aged, impart to them our little gifts and personal talents, and integrate ourselves with them through heartfelt conversations. Yes, we learn from our classrooms, but we learn more about life and being a Christian in our interactions with our less-privileged brothers and sisters.

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Grade X – Fortitude, with adviser, Ms. May Ann Ticao

A Sagradista is formed in mind, body and spirit…

Studying is a virtue and a serious matter. The classroom became our second home and our classmates, our siblings. Our teachers never fail to become our second parents and mentors— nurturing and on the lookout for what is best for us.

We also recall our various leadership trainings and students activities that complement our classroom learning. The Talents In, LitMus, Linggo ng we all enjoyed that. The Sportsfest and our participation in PRISAA were activities we always look forward to. Add to that our annual PE culminating activity where we flex our muscles and do the dance moves with grace and in unison.

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Grade X-Temperance, with adviser, Ms. Jessica Garcia-Latade

We devote ourselves to the Eucharist. As one Sagrado family, first Friday masses in honor of the Sacred Heart and feast days were held in Our Lady’s Hall or in Our Lady’s Quadrangle. We prayed the rosary before we start our class day, and the Living Rosary during October. We spent quality time with God and ourselves through retreats and recollections which were conducted annually. Indeed, we were formed in spirit to transform ourselves to be leaven in the society where we live.

And we return…

Twenty years ago, on 26 March 1994, on the occasion of the 50th Graduation Exercises, we reaped the fruit of our toils as we receive our awards and diplomas. On that day, we celebrated a milestone of our lives as high school graduates. We gave honor to our parents and we glorified God for His boundless blessings.

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Grade X-Understanding, with adviser, Ms. Ma. Luz Isiderio

And now, twenty years later, we return to the institution that molded us. We return to the institution that imbibed us Christian and Vincentian values. We return to SAGRADO. And we return with a grateful and joyful heart.

 #LongLiveSagrado! HS Batch 1994 had spoken and shall continue to speak of your ideals!





First Semester 2011 in Conclusion

15 10 2011

The First Semester of AY 2011-2012 officially ended today, October 15. T’was a great semester, I really enjoyed it. All the best to my IT 101 (2nd year BS Management and MGT 286 (Master of Management II) students as I solve their grades.

For the meantime, a peek of our classroom photoshoot…

IT 101 Section 1 Students

IT 101 Section 2 Students

IT 101 Section 4 Students

MGT 286 Students (MM II)





Of Easel, Brushes, Canvas, Emulsion and Linseed Oil

26 07 2011

Our Sundays used to be so ordinary. And when I say ordinary, I mean doing the usual stuff expected to do on a Sunday—wake up late, having brunch, go to Church, bond with family and friends, stroll in the mall, long siesta, and preparing yourself for another work week.

Then during one of our long weekend getaway in the scenic Guisi Lighthouse and Heritage Cottage in the spectacular island of Guimaras, Jing Torrecampo, our Master, in one of our conversations, passionately shared with us how she discovered her creative side by joining a painting class helmed by the Supreme Master Jhone and her involvement with the Alla Prima Art Circle in Bacolod City.

We were amazed of how Jing appreciated the Guimaras Bay unset peeking through the antiquated windows of the age-old Guisi Lighthouse, and declared that it is an excellent subject for a seascape. We were also stunned when Jing, while we were swimming and boating would talk about the rhythm of the waves, the spectrum of the sunlight, the texture of the sand, and the varying intensities of the colors of coral reefs, sea grasses and clown fishes. Surely, we all thought, that this woman named Jing, who breaths and dreams of easel, brushes, canvas, emulsion and linseed oil seems to express herself fully in the most creative and liberating way.

And so we told her, “Master Jing, bring us to the light!”.

And she boldly answered us, “Sure, how about seeing all of you next Sunday!”

Then our Sundays are never the same again.

The first Cre8 Iloilo painting workshop, with the module based on the Story of the Seven Days of Creation, had its humble beginnings in the mushrooms of UP Visayas on the second Sunday of July 2010. The original students were Carol, Beth, Duvince and Ro. When Carol and the rest posted in FB their workshop pictures at work and posing with their first creations, it created quite a buzz that it attracted other wannabe-artists. The FB postings was so viral that in the next Sundays, the number of students increased, old, a bit old, young and very young alike— the Firmeza siblings Celine and Justin, Gracious, BG, Jay, myself, Jill and the Luison siblings, Jell, Raf and Pao, in that order. Because of the increase in the number of students, the workshop was moved to a bigger venue. From UPV, the next Sunday sessions was then held at the waiting sheds at West. We need to use our charm and befriend the security guards to allow us to enter the school campus on the weekend.

We have seen our creative talents in painting soar. From 9 x 12 canvasses, we migrated to bigger canvases. We went beyond acrylic paint and tried oil. We painted abstract, seascapes, trees, still life, fishes, birds, land animals, portraits—-just about anything that goes with the movement of the brushes in our hands and the dictations of the beating of our hearts. Indeed, God has created this world a lovely place and that’s more than enough reason for us to appreciate it, cherish it, and paint a picture of it.

It has been almost a year since that first Sunday of Cre8 Iloilo, and here we are, presenting our first creations.

We can now confidently say, like our master Jing, we now breath the same air and dream in the same wavelength— we breath and dream of easel, brushes, canvas, emulsion and linseed oil.

May the works of our little hands and the reflections of our inmost beings depicted in our works will make this moment extraordinary for you, as it had made ours extraordinary many, many Sundays ago.





For Chicago’s Sake

15 06 2011

Chicago, the Windy City…

Willis Tower... Chicago's Highest and World's 3rd

I am no Jack, but this is The Bean @ Millennium Park, Chicago

Jump for Chicago! Skyline in daylight...

Kinda sitting on top of the world! The Ledge, Willis Tower, Chicago





Prayer of Rupert Mayer

27 04 2010

Lord, what You will let it be so
Where You will there we will go
What is Your will help us to know

Lord, when You will the time is right
In You there’s joy in strife
For Your will I’ll give my life

To ease Your burden brings no pain
To forego all for You is gain
As long as I in You remain

Because You will it, it is best
Because You will it, we are blest
Till in Your hands our hearts find rest