20 July 2007
Kimchi
Koreans. We see them everywhere. From the daily TV drama shows to our schools, Koreans are just practically scattered everywhere. We see them in multitudes speaking an alien tongue wearing those fancy designer clothes. We see and buy from the stores that they established on our lands. We even watch their foreign dramas and hear their songs. It may be concluded, from these signs, that Koreans have already invaded our country, and they did it fast.
Yesterday, I decided to be alone to reflect on what's happening to my life. I've been beleaguered by so many problems lately, and I’m feeling like my life's so wasted. Studies, Family, Time.. they're just a few of the challenges that plagues me lately. Nothing's going right it seems, and I don't like it that way. To counter them, I had to reflect, to check what's happening on my life, and to try to find a solution to those challenges that i'm facing. So, with a box of churros and a cup of hot choco, I sat down on a bench to think, to reflect.
Solemnly, I sat there, watching every random stranger pass me by. Thoughts came into my mind.
As the silence of my reflection consumed me, out of nowhere, two Koreans suddenly sat down beside me and started to talk to me in an almost inaudible English. They were talking to me, trying to get to know me, and blabbing about Jesus Christ.
WTF. Weird.
I really wanted to be alone that time. Annoyed that I was, I still stayed in that bench just so that I won’t be rude. So there I sat, dumbfounded and forced to listen to two Born Again Koreans who relentlessly talked about the teachings of Jesus Christ. I was supposed to be a bit irritated at them, but I found myself laughing my heart out upon hearing their almost alien English. I can barely understand them, and I can’t even utter a decent reply because I really don’t have an idea what they are saying.
Most of the time, nakatunganga ako sa kanila. Di ko talaga maintindihan mga pinagsasasabi nila eh. Just try imagining Homer (The Simpsons) picking his nose. I somewhat look like that at that time, only I wasn't picking my nose. Hanggang ayun, umalis na sila. Siguro nainis sa akin dahil di ako nagsasalita , o dahil natakot sa akin dahil nagmumukha na akong taong kanto na sabog sa rugby, medyas at tinapa.
I was distracted. Nagulo yung thoughts ko. Maiinis na sana ako, but then I realized, that experience isn't so bad after all. The Koreans gave me a laugh. A great, big laugh in fact. Suddenly, everything felt lighter. It felt like everything's not too serious, like my problems are just a piece of cake. I felt like an empowered geek, thinking that with an optimistic outlook and a determined heart, I can survive any challenge that will come my way. With this, i've proven to myself that laughter can help a person get the right motivation to solve his problems.
Kaya pag may problema, humanap ng Koreano. Koreano ang sagot sa kahirapan. Yun lang yun.
Yesterday, I decided to be alone to reflect on what's happening to my life. I've been beleaguered by so many problems lately, and I’m feeling like my life's so wasted. Studies, Family, Time.. they're just a few of the challenges that plagues me lately. Nothing's going right it seems, and I don't like it that way. To counter them, I had to reflect, to check what's happening on my life, and to try to find a solution to those challenges that i'm facing. So, with a box of churros and a cup of hot choco, I sat down on a bench to think, to reflect.
Solemnly, I sat there, watching every random stranger pass me by. Thoughts came into my mind.
As the silence of my reflection consumed me, out of nowhere, two Koreans suddenly sat down beside me and started to talk to me in an almost inaudible English. They were talking to me, trying to get to know me, and blabbing about Jesus Christ.
WTF. Weird.
I really wanted to be alone that time. Annoyed that I was, I still stayed in that bench just so that I won’t be rude. So there I sat, dumbfounded and forced to listen to two Born Again Koreans who relentlessly talked about the teachings of Jesus Christ. I was supposed to be a bit irritated at them, but I found myself laughing my heart out upon hearing their almost alien English. I can barely understand them, and I can’t even utter a decent reply because I really don’t have an idea what they are saying.
Most of the time, nakatunganga ako sa kanila. Di ko talaga maintindihan mga pinagsasasabi nila eh. Just try imagining Homer (The Simpsons) picking his nose. I somewhat look like that at that time, only I wasn't picking my nose. Hanggang ayun, umalis na sila. Siguro nainis sa akin dahil di ako nagsasalita , o dahil natakot sa akin dahil nagmumukha na akong taong kanto na sabog sa rugby, medyas at tinapa.
I was distracted. Nagulo yung thoughts ko. Maiinis na sana ako, but then I realized, that experience isn't so bad after all. The Koreans gave me a laugh. A great, big laugh in fact. Suddenly, everything felt lighter. It felt like everything's not too serious, like my problems are just a piece of cake. I felt like an empowered geek, thinking that with an optimistic outlook and a determined heart, I can survive any challenge that will come my way. With this, i've proven to myself that laughter can help a person get the right motivation to solve his problems.
Kaya pag may problema, humanap ng Koreano. Koreano ang sagot sa kahirapan. Yun lang yun.
Labels: Bigtime Junk
11 July 2007
Fides
I'm sorry for the unannounced hiatus. I was really busy this past few days, and it seems that due to the bombardment of stressful paperworks and assignments, I lost my creative juices. But now, yeah, I'm back here with a new post.
I've been busy with my Philhis class, a subject which requires us to read and research so many stuff regarding about the detailed bits of Philippine history. History is known to be boring, therefore this class is boring. In fact, sa sobrang boring nito ay marami na akong classmates na na-D.O. dahil nahuhuling natutulog. Usually, if I'm in this class, I'll just spend most of my time talking to a random seatmate. Wala lang, just to avoid getting bored and earning a trip to the
Discipline Office.
One time, nakikipagdaldalan ako sa isang seatmate. Sobrang dami naming napagusapan. From sports to books, lahat. Kung anu-ano kasi pinagsasasabi nun kaya humaba ang conversation namin ng ganun. Tapos ang hilig hilig pang magjoke, korny naman. Nasa kalagitnaan ako ng pagtawa sa korny nyang joke nang bigla nya akong tanungin ng:
"Jed, anong relihiyon mo? "
Pakshet. Sa lahat naman ng tatanungin, religion pa. Isa ang religion sa pinakaayaw kong topic, aside from math.
Napaisip ako sa tanong nya. Ano nga ba ang relihiyon ko? Or, better yet, ano nga ba ang paniniwala ko regarding my religion?
I am born as a Catholic. It was a legacy given to me by my parents. Wala akong choice dun eh. But by practice, I think hindi ako matatawag na katoliko. Hindi ako nagdadasal, hindi ako nagpupunta sa simbahan linggo-linggo, hindi ako nagbabasa ng bibliya. I'm even skeptical about him. Maraming dahilan kung bakit ako ganito sa relihiyong nakagisnan ko. Marami akong nakitang mali sa simbahang Romano Katoliko na talaga namang makakasira sa paniniwala ng isang tao. But may side sa akin na nagsasabi na baka naman totoo na may Diyos, isang diyos na malayong malayo sa mga pulitikal na diyos.
Ewan ko, magulo. It's too complicated. Kaya nga ayaw kong pagusapan.
Nainis ako. Sa inis ko, nasagot ko na lang sa kanya
"Ewan ko. Di ko alam. Bahala na si Batman."
At dun na natapos ang usapan namin. Nahuli kasi kami ng prof namin. Sobrang ingay na pala namin. Kaya ayun. Trip to the Discipline Office. Great.
Lecheng religion yan.
I've been busy with my Philhis class, a subject which requires us to read and research so many stuff regarding about the detailed bits of Philippine history. History is known to be boring, therefore this class is boring. In fact, sa sobrang boring nito ay marami na akong classmates na na-D.O. dahil nahuhuling natutulog. Usually, if I'm in this class, I'll just spend most of my time talking to a random seatmate. Wala lang, just to avoid getting bored and earning a trip to the
Discipline Office.
One time, nakikipagdaldalan ako sa isang seatmate. Sobrang dami naming napagusapan. From sports to books, lahat. Kung anu-ano kasi pinagsasasabi nun kaya humaba ang conversation namin ng ganun. Tapos ang hilig hilig pang magjoke, korny naman. Nasa kalagitnaan ako ng pagtawa sa korny nyang joke nang bigla nya akong tanungin ng:
"Jed, anong relihiyon mo? "
Pakshet. Sa lahat naman ng tatanungin, religion pa. Isa ang religion sa pinakaayaw kong topic, aside from math.
Napaisip ako sa tanong nya. Ano nga ba ang relihiyon ko? Or, better yet, ano nga ba ang paniniwala ko regarding my religion?
I am born as a Catholic. It was a legacy given to me by my parents. Wala akong choice dun eh. But by practice, I think hindi ako matatawag na katoliko. Hindi ako nagdadasal, hindi ako nagpupunta sa simbahan linggo-linggo, hindi ako nagbabasa ng bibliya. I'm even skeptical about him. Maraming dahilan kung bakit ako ganito sa relihiyong nakagisnan ko. Marami akong nakitang mali sa simbahang Romano Katoliko na talaga namang makakasira sa paniniwala ng isang tao. But may side sa akin na nagsasabi na baka naman totoo na may Diyos, isang diyos na malayong malayo sa mga pulitikal na diyos.
Ewan ko, magulo. It's too complicated. Kaya nga ayaw kong pagusapan.
Nainis ako. Sa inis ko, nasagot ko na lang sa kanya
"Ewan ko. Di ko alam. Bahala na si Batman."
At dun na natapos ang usapan namin. Nahuli kasi kami ng prof namin. Sobrang ingay na pala namin. Kaya ayun. Trip to the Discipline Office. Great.
Lecheng religion yan.
Labels: Deus Romana
