Unfolding

Here in the living room of my childhood days sprang three individuals who shared the idea of siblingship through blood and also to where we are siblings because when we were yet the younger version of ourselves our own fellow children cannot understand our rationality. We came to flock to other children with the same sheep skin which were notably rare. This room is a meeting place of minds, whose brother to brother to sister relationship is composed of silence, each attending  to our toys that helped us reached a certain kind enlightenment and once the first question is raised, then the evening becomes a discussion on politics, religion, society, philosophy, art (most of the times music), science and etc. As we grew older we begin to manifest the beauty of the ideas that we have cherished such as perfecting intelligence, making history, freedom and a life where the self actualizes in servitude to the other. Our bond is a soulful bond. We have more eyebrow clenching moments than l

Home inevitably to the common person is an answer from a question of where and what. To ask what is to inquire to the many things to what we can say of a home both in abstract and in a particular manner. In abstract we generalize through all-encompassing words what really makes a home which is true to all homes. On the other side, not all homes in particular are the same in other homes with regards to the materialization of the universals. Different names and appearances of people are involved but still in general we call them family, parents, siblings and etc. A home can be really well be answered by the “what” question. To the common person, what and where are different ways of asking questions, but to some most especially those who had a little bit of Aristotle is that, the where is part of the what – accidence of place. A home materializes itself with people around in a space that it occupies along with it. A structure or even the reminiscence of the living room arrangement or

                Ang akong semester kay dili basta-basta. Sa pagkakarong panahona sa akong pagtudlo, labe na sa ika-duha na semester sa tuig 2015-2016 daghan tuod na akong dili malimtan. Mao ning panahona na nakatilaw ko ug sahod na sapat gayud sa akong pagpaningkamot. Dako tuod ko ug kalipay na maka-ingon ta na arang-arangan ug kaya na magbuhi sa akong kaugalingon kuyug sab sa akong gihigugma na akong minyuon puhon na si Joy. Karon sab ang panahon na nakaginhawa ko ug balik gikan sa miaging semester na pwerte gayung kapuya tungod kay napulog-tulo akong gidala na mga pundok sa mga tinun-an sa panahon sab na ang sahod dili pa tantong dako. Dili sab nako kalimtan ang among pagkasinabot na magminyu na mi ug sa limang buwan kapin ang pagpang-andam para sa umaabot na handa ug selebrasyon ug apil sab ang kasapot sa amung pagmaneho ug paglihok sa tanang aspetong legal sa amung panaghi-usa. Kini gayud ang isa sa pinakadako nako na kalampusan ug kadaugan labe na naabot na gayud sab sa punto na

                I am now in my fourth year of my teaching career and there are so many things that came along, most especially in how I was trying to tame my language and my being to become an efficient teacher. I admit that the first years were not that good for me, professionally speaking. I admit that there were so many errors that I made and in the last two years of my teaching, I have been trying my best to pay for my sins. Even though I was forced to leave in my previous work due to the style that I brought and with that I was furious, but that should not be a shocker to me for I know what I was going against. However, that was the first time that I have tasted rejection in the professional level and all because of the very ideals I fought for.                 I was young and fiery. I thought that I was already world class, but I placed that bloat of an ego into my egotistical self and what I had is a reckless academic. I was so excited to impart my experience into the mind