mysiteprofile.com

   Recedo   
PROFILE
 
GALLERY
 
BLOGS
 
GUESTBOOK
 
FRIENDS
 
FAVORITES
 
HOME
 


| VIEWING 1 - 7 OUT OF 7 TOTAL


A Confession of a Young Priest
DATE: 14 Feb 2007, 12:47 am / MOOD: Other

(Some words are in local dialect)
A very young priest confronted with his sexuality

Brother,

Nangyari ito kaninang umaga lamang. I was on my way to one of the religious schools sa Cubao. Maaga pa but maraming tao na ang nag-aabang ng train from Santolan station. I travel every Friday morning by train, actually. But just today, kakaiba ang aking karanasan. I usually give my seat to others kaya kadalasan din akong nakatayo and sumasandal na lamang sa may malapit sa pintuan kung saan bumubukas para lumabas. It happened na ok naman ang aking pakiramdam kanina; di gaanong malamig or maaliwalas. Pagsandal ko, napapikit pa nga ako para makapag-relax ng kunti but nagsimulang magsiksikan sa loob ng tren and doon nangyari ang di ko inaasahang pangyayari sa araw na ito.

May dalagang nakatayo sa aking harapan, nasa edad 18 hanggang 21, maganda sa aking paningin, maputi at makinis ang kutis, flawless, isang typical na estudyante. Masasabi ko na kahalintulad siya ng aking ex-gf noon, I recalled her at once. Nakaharap siya sa pintuan, natatingin sa malayo, ganun din ako, sa labas nakatingin. Biglang lumarga ang tren, nawalan sya ng balanse at naisandal nya ang balinkinitang katawan sa akin. Nabigla ako at natulalang sinapo sya. Naramdaman ko ang kinis ng kanyang mala-sibuya na kutis. At the next station, more people got in to the tren and doon nagsimulang mag-init ang aking pakiramdam. I became conscious of her presence and di lang yun, kundi magkadikit na ang aming mga katawan dahil nga sa nagsiksikan na. As if she was telling me of something na gusto ko ring marinig from her. Di ko alam. I can smell her fragrance, na animoy very tempting to brush her hair. Mas matangkad ako ng bahagya and that's ideal for me. I was turned on and random flashes of lusty images came to my mind. I shut my eyes and prayed and yet di ko napigilan ang bugso ng aking damdamin like lumakas pa lalo ang heartbeat ko. Nilagnat ako bigla dahil sa kanya. Sa Anonas station, nagdagsaan ang mga pasahero at doon talagang sumandal na sya sa akin, kulang na lang na humawak sya sa aking mga braso dahil wala naman talaga syang mahahawakan na pinakamalapit na railing. May ipinapahiwatig ba sya?

I tried not to think further of any lusty thoughts pero di ko nakaya. Dumikit ang kanyang balakang sa aking harapan. Nataranta ako at di alam ang gagawin at iisipin. Di na ako makaurong pa dahil wala nag space para nga umurong. Ilang sentimetro na lang at pwede ko nang halikan ang kanyang pisngi o tenga, pababa sa leeg. Pati ang kanyang hininga ay nararamdaman ko animoy nakikipagkarerahan na rin sa aking hininga; napakabighani nya talaga. Sa kalagitnaan ng aking di napipigilang pagpapantasya sa kanya, bigla syang gumalaw at tumingin sa akin nang nakaramdam siguro na kanina pa nakadikit ang kanyang balakang sa aking harapan na parang di rin makakapagpigil. Nakaramdam ako ng hiya ngunit balewala akong bumaling sa labas mula sa pagkakatitig sa kangyang dibdib. Sa iilang minuto lang, marami na ang naganap sa aking isipan.

Sa wakas, nakarating na ako sa station na aking bababaan. Sa Belmonte, at sa huling pagkakataon, "Excuse me, miss..." ang sabi ko at bigla ba namang iharang ang katawan habang papalabas ako o baka nga ibinangga ko ang aking katawan sa kanyang likod. Di ko alam, litong-lito ako. Patawad. Mistula akong robot na lumakad patungo sa school na ang iniintindi ay ang pakiramdam na naiihi na hindi naman. Humanap kaagad ako ng malamig na tubig nang makapasok na ako sa loob, uminom sa fountain at tinungo ang CR. Sa loob ng klase, di ako napakali. Di ko lang alam kung nakahalata ang aking mga estudyante. Nagmamadali akong umuwi pagkatapos ko silang i-dismiss.

This is not the first time, but yung mga huli, I was confident na kaya kong i-tame ang aking sarili dahil nga sa marami na akong pinagdaanan at napag-aralan ko na rin ito sa buhay bilang pari. Di pa ako umabot ng trenta ngunit masasabi ko na mature na ako at alam ko kung anong papel sa buhay meron ako. Ngunit kanina, nalito ako...

Brother, that's all I can remember. Salamat sa pakikinig.

Shared without hesitation


View Entry | Leave A Comment


Lost and Found Family: Who was/were Really Lost?
DATE: 13 Jan 2007, 9:13 am / MOOD: Other

Few days before Christmas, I reflected on my experience that day about Teby, a young boy. I was reminded by an experience that he once told me about running away from home and for few years, he didn't see his family and now living in an orphanage for the abandoned. I asked myself of what would be a Christmas on the street; I remembered them in my prayers. The Institution had a chance to participate in an afternoon show, Wowowee last December and Teby was given a chance to speak to the tele-viewers and said, "Kunin n'yo na po ako rito..."

Today, as usual Saturday of my visitation with the children at Asilo to teach them with their basic subjects. I found a real and valuable gift for Christmas when I arrived. I entered the office to log in when I noticed an old man and a young woman. Teby was there also, standing behind the man. I greeted the and entered the room while waiting for the logbook from the counter. I was wondering what were the two doing there and Teby was talking to them. The social worker, guessing my reaction, told me that the man with the boy is his father, and the woman is his sister-in-law. I was very happy at that very moment that the boy found his family or maybe his family found him! They saw him on TV and they started looking for the Institution from that day. I learned from the father that they gave up looking for him after a year and presumed dead or adopted. I was little bit disappointed that he lost his hope but I saw with my very eyes how happy he is that he has his son again after four hopeless years of losing him. Teby hugged his father. His age is not 12 as he related to me last time, but he is now 14 and five months old. He is already a teenager and yet he seems to be underdeveloped basing the developmental growth of his age.

I turned to him and smiled, he came to me and hugged me while happily telling me how grateful he is this time. He thanked me for the time and laughter we shared everytime we have our tutorial. I recalled how hesitant he was with me at first but we became friends when I related with him a story about a father and son who escaped from prison using birds' feathers' to fly (I forgot the whole story...) I was touched of this morning's grace. We bid goodbye as if we will not meet again...kaya pa-pics na kami :D

After many days of looking from the time they saw him on TV, at last they found him, and now, Teby found his family. Who was lost? There was that moved them into that situation, I was sure, there was that atmosphere of longingness and love this morning. I was very happy, everybody was happy. How much more with Teby and his family? What love can do?

n.b.
Unchecked grammars and spelling.
Teby is not his real name.
Can't continue writing, iiyak na ako!


View Entry | Leave A Comment


Monk in the Modern World
DATE: 11 Jan 2007, 5:11 am / MOOD: Other

My first notion about monks was too broad, generalized and really a different idea from what we have now. Monks were the people who live in the forest alone and secluded. The cloisters they have do not accept visitors openly and they lived as farmers and beggars. Yet it is common for them as simple people, living their vows with austerity. They were tagged as ascetics, hermits, old people to mendicants, beggars, who can also be found in the cities. I met the founder of a newly established local congregation under a Bishop, and he said that they are the modern mendicants. Being a monk follows with the world's trend, from old to modern, and they exist at the edge of the society. When the world is getting modernized, globalized and chaotic, where is the simplicity and how they can live the challenges of the modern lifestyle?

Religious life is a 24/7 life, and a monk lives a unified and well-integrated life. He is not being disturbed nor affected with the world's change, faithful and is calm; he is being in contemplation, having a constant attitude of being a religious monk whatever their professions or works. This should not be misinterpreted with the activities of being a monk will make a monk. The identity is being changed from “practices” to “being” not for showing only. Like the virtues of the vows, give way to a constant intimate communion with God in every events of everyday dealings. This is greatly demanding and yet a privilege to a monk to be wholly and well-integrated being. Monks continually exist in spite of having nothing, a realization that even without any securities and social identities, continue to evolved and seek transformation and conversion in Christ, whom we always find our identity; it is spirituality.

Every Christian is called to follow Christ, this is religious life; since everybody is consecrated to God by virtue of being adopted brothers and sisters of Jesus. Thus we are always the “people of God” and that encompasses everything. This gives life to a new way of monasticism in our modern time, being integrated with every individual and communities; from our families of our own to our professional career, on how the values of the monks are lived. The new communities of Christians are gift to everybody and it is being welcomed gradually. We can see the changes of Christian life in our local churches being re-energized with the challenges presented by religious life in the modernized and more secularized world. It started from people's need, local churches as how the early monastic life was born, spread all over the land.



View Entry | Leave A Comment


Post Holiday Wishes
DATE: 08 Jan 2007, 12:13 am / MOOD: Other

So far, I have wished very few things and never done it since last year... As of now I have three wishes that I ask for...

- a 100 leaves Journal notebook, of course, with pencil already, maybe around 200.00 pesos

- a Weekday Missal that I'm always wanting for, costs around 3,000.00 pesos, and

- a laptop that will be help in my studies. not too expensive, a PhP30,000  will do, USD600.00 

 

these three are important to me, but Im wishing for these... I will wait...



View Entry | Leave A Comment


Im Flattered
DATE: 07 Jan 2007, 8:23 pm / MOOD: Other

featuredHow does if feel when I'm featured at the front page? Im flattered, happy and humbled, lol!

View Entry | Leave A Comment


Blog Addict
DATE: 05 Jan 2007, 7:01 pm / MOOD: Other

It's always a joy for me everytime I finish one article to post after moments of reflections. Sometimes, even though I'm inside my class, i always catch myself thinking that Im going to blog my lessons and even anything that comes in my mind. There are moments that I can't sleep unless I scribble words in my journal notebook. I don't own a laptop which I can always carry with me. Im frustrated to have one :D Blogging is helping me to be aware of my dynamics and also I learn to interact with other people's view about my experience. Thats how I am being helped here. And yet my satisfaction is also manifested with logos. I made a logo for myself, with the Blogger's logo in it, represents that Blogger empowers my blogging. I added it in my Gallery here. In a way like that, it is a help, not really reinforcing my new and addicting hobby: blogging. Im sure, later on, this will become a healthy habit, not as what Im saying that is addicting. Better blog than to be idle and addicted to anything unhealthy :)

View Entry | Leave A Comment


Recedo (L)
DATE: 03 Jan 2007, 7:04 am / MOOD: Other

I was just invited by mspman to check this out. the site seems to be nice where there are a lot of diversity. :) Nice to see people here from Mybloglog!


View Entry | Leave A Comment




mysiteprofile.com