Ever since I met the “post modern” word and its friends “egoism”, “self-actualization”, and “self-centeredness”, I have become conscious of how I begin my journal
A symphony is heard in the distance But the strings are untouched The reed lay silent And the baton lies still The music plays inviting
You broke me best by leaving me Alone without ear for a sorry plea Nothing much for me is left From love that for years
Broken to know brokenness Hurtled down to reach the depths Where light is not seen Remember only its glimmer And from there reach out for
It’s funny how I find myself. My ancestors were from Mactan Island and I would believe they were all proficient swimmers. My paternal and maternal
The recent furor on the “provocative” exhibit hosted by the Cultural Center of the Philippines (CCP) brought to attention the fact, although in a negative
“Sometimes God’s Best Gifts Are Disguised as Disappointments” This is what the novice master of both Philippine Salesian provinces FIN and FIS, Fr. Roneldo Vilbar,
My mental gears was just aroused by a post from Fr. Chito Dimaranan, SDB in Facebook. There is this recent hype about Christopher Lao and
Our class in Salesianity brought us back to the letter of Don Bosco in May 10, 1884. This is fondly called in Salesian Tradition as
It’s a curious title. This post from my blog would be fed to Facebook via RSS. It would appear next to the gazillion other things