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The One with the Power Sprayer

Last night I asked my mom to wake me up early so I can exercise. I woke up at 6 am grab a basketball and start shooting hoops. 

After 20 minutes. I gave up kasi madulas yung court puno ng lumot dahil di na nagagamit these past months. 

Instead na mag basketball nagdilig nalang ako ng mga halaman.

Lumabas ako ng hapon para mag basketball sana but I found my dad cleaning the court with a power sprayer. He asked me to shovel some mini canals for the water to drain and sweep as he goes on spraying the cement with pressurized water.

It was messy and in the process I got messy too. Sprayed on with moss, mud and everything in between.

We were trying to clean layers and layers of grime from the floor of the courts. I almost forgot the color of the cement underneath. 

In the middle of it all I saw my dad determined to clean the court. Maybe because he doesn’t want me to slip when playing basketball or maybe just so I wouldn’t have a reason not to work out. Either way he went the extra mile to clean the basketball court when he could just go on sa pagdidilig ng nga halaman nya. 

My dad is a farmer, not afraid to get his hands dirty. He is also a mechanic, not afraid to get grease on his hand. He’s not afraid of the mess. Even if sometimes that mess includes me. He is a farmer and he cultivates me. 

Thank you daddy, for I know that I have someone in my corner willing to scrape off layers of grime with me and doesn’t mind being messy in the process. 

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The One with the Unwritten Quote

Words. What’s more–in evidence of the Divine–we string those symbols together and then write them down, where they take on a life of their own and breathe outside of us. Story is the bandage of the broken. Sutures of the shattered. The tappestry upon which we write our lives. Upon which we lay the bodies of our dying and the about-to-come-to-life. And if it’s honest, true, hind nothing, revealing all, then it is a raging river and those who ride it find they have something to give–that they are not yet empty. 

– Unwritten, Charles Martin

The One with The 2015 Memory

November  2015.

I decided to quit dentistry and was at lost on what to do with my life. Try being a 22 year old at a cross road. Torn between continuing something even though ubos na ubos ka na pero comfortable ka and starting over again, something with joy pero nakakatakot. Kasi hello, 6 years din yung itatapon ko. Kasi hello, may mga judgemental talaga na mga tao. Kasi hello, ang gastos!!!

November 2017.

I just finished shooting a short film. I just want to give give my 22 year old self an knowing look and a pat in the back. Well, there are still days na gusto ko tumakbo uli sa dentistry just because it’s comfortable. Kasi hello, may moments na ayaw ko pa rin humarap sa mga tao. Kasi hello, may mga judgemental pa rin na mga tao. Pero hello, mas masaya dito. Hello, nakakatakot man magsimula muli pero worth it din ang lumabas sa comfort zone. 

The One With The Asking

Saturday: I asked my dad to buy me something that I would be needing sa school knowing that next month pa schedule nya mag harvest sa farm at medyo gipit, may back up plan ako on how to comply my exams if wala pang budget to buy it.

Monday: Binili ako ni Daddy 

How my dad provides for my need reminds me of my heavenly Father and how many good gifts have I missed just because I lack faith in asking and always settle for my back up plans.

The One with the Late Realization

Some friends would find it easy to ask for a favor from me, mainly because I’m a yes (wo)man…and maybe because I do it for free. (sanay sa free lunch, mem)

There are also friends who would only message me if they needed me to do something for them, some would start with the usual “uy kamusta?” others well, diretso sa utos at pag na send mo na yung pinagawa rereplyan ka lang ng “👍”! AWUW.

Actually, last week pa ng huli akong mautusan ngayon ko lang na realize na ayyyy na taken for granted ako, na hurt ako ng slight. Slight lang, na over power pa rin ng pagka phlegmatic ko.

Napatanong ako sa sarili ko bakit may mga tao na ang hirap hingan ng favor at sila naman naka subscribe ata sa UNLIFAVORMAYA999.

Ang sagot…

If gagamitin mo ‘yong mga kaya  mong gawin para sa tao sa palibot mo na guage sa kakayahan nilang ibalik eto sayo eh hindi na yun service, economics na yun.

So if hihingan ako ulit ng favor, malamang gagawin ko pa rin kasi hello! mas masaya kaya mag serve kesa mag kwenta ng kurba ng supply at demand.

The One with the Inappropriate Reply

I cracked a joke about having a date when the truth is I have an important dental appointment. (ayan kasi nag volunteer maging patient)

And you replied with a joke about bringing a contraceptive.

Iha naman na activate tuloy tita mode ko.

🎶 Batang bata ka pa at marami ka pang kailangang malaman at intindihin sa mundo at yan ay totoo 🎶

Hay. There are days that I feel like I’m too old for all these. With my current batchmates, I sometimes feel like I’m surrounded by kids. Iba yung level nila. But when I’m around my original batchmates I feel like I’m too young. I feel like a kid around young professionals. Ibang level na din sila.

I’m too young and too old at the same time. I’m in between, no wonder I feel like floating.