lost?

some things never change. prior to jya camp, the last time i held a compass was for an open water course for my diver's license. that was a very loooong time ago.

as our facilitators were teaching the kids at camp how to read a compass, i was glad to know that i still knew a thing or two about orienteering. it was good to know that the compass, since my diving days, hasn't changed, underwater or on dry land, and that true north hasn't moved. some things never change.

the procedure remains the same as well: stand still, get your bearings, orient with true north, and walk straight towards the way you are directed.

our walk in faith goes by the same procedure... ideally. true, people sometimes lose their way. maybe they're poor with directions... or they forget to orient themselves with true north and opt for money or career or their hearts to guide them... or, like many male drivers, they're too proud to ask for directions or even admit they're lost. *sigh* some things haven't changed.

and through it all, one thing remains constant: true north. it will always point you to where you ought to go; it will never mislead you and you get to your final destination... no matter how many times you get lost, accidentally or on purpose.

getting lost also serves a purpose. Yahweh purposely allowed the Israelites to wander in the desert for 40 years. that's a long time to get lost. you see, He was teaching them a lesson. precisely, it was for them to rely on Yahweh. there are just some things you can't do on your own. faithful as He is, He did lead them to their final destination, the Promised Land.

sometimes, we just have to humble ourselves and admit that we're lost... or stumped. learn from camp. at that point, the best thing to do is to stop, get your bearings, orient with TRUE north, and walk straight towards the way you were directed. thank God, some things will never change.

kids' wisdom

shuttled some kids from the jya camp reunion to my uncle's house yesterday. inching through the traffic in front of la salle greenhills, our conversation turned to bullying.

here are snippets of that precious conversation that left us all laughing through rest of the ride.

joseph: when you're bullied, you become a bully.
renzo: ano, bully disease?!

--oOo--

joseph: when you're bullied, run! most bullies are fat
anyway.

MWAHAHAHA! haaaay... kids can be soooo cute talaga! :)

ang iniiiiiiiiit!

as blu in madam foster's says and as gueli and i often repeat, "it's hot... in TO-PE-KA!" well forget about topeka; it's hot HERE! it is sooooo hot, i'd like to walk around with an ice cube tied to the top of my head! evenings aren't cooler either; there's not even a breeze! to make matters worse, the ac in the new admin office isn't working, making the outside even more tolerable than the inside! caramba! so glad my admin stint ended today and i'll be back as "teacher" on monday. (God loves me. Yes, He does!) when God created the philippines, He forgot to put in the ac :(

perfect mistakes

post-Good Friday post

once a producer, always a producer. being one for nine years certainly changed me. there was hardly a time when i couldn't watch a tv commercial or movie without wondering where the location was, what time they got up to get the shot, or what time the call time was. i became more sensitive to cinematography, editing, and scoring. i was no longer watching to be entertained; i was criticizing!

oh, but it got better! in the latter part of my producer career, the company ventured into live stagings. my boss claimed not to have the stomach for the stress (i've seen her cry from it, the stress), so she passed the projects on to me. i, on the other hand, thrived on the pressure. there are no take twos here. you had to be think quick on your feet; fix the situation now, now, NOW! when the show wasn't mine, i noticed everything! miscues, misaligned sets, dying batteries, wardrobe malfunctions, and the dreaded dead air. worse, i would mumble solutions... as though the stage manager could hear me!

self-imposed stress. aaaaaargh!

after working for nine years and aging for what seemed like fifteen, i left all that for a more gratifying vocation of teaching... or so i thought.

once a producer, always a producer. years after i bowed out, i found myself wearing communication headsets, marking runsheets, and cuing lights, sounds, video, actors, and multimedia... all in the service of community.

after running a virtually perfect "show" in last year's triduum, a sister asked if i could "do what you (i) did last year." of course, i was only too happy to say "yes."

this year's show was less perfect than what we would've wanted. the inside of the tech booth was chaotic! we had so many miscues, technical slips, and technical malfunctions that i lost count; i was too busy making on-the-spot resequencing and counting down the segments. i wanted it to end, and end quickly!

in the end, we got all the segments in... not in the proper order, but all in, nonetheless. the audience feedback was positive, saying that the recollection was moving, solemn, and effective... and they had the swollen eyes and stuffy noses to back it up. heave a deep sigh of relief.

this year's production was a lesson in humility and faith. before the show, at call time, tito eddie said that it wasn't important that we had a perfect show, but a good one. how prophetic! the slip-ups weren't failures for it wasn't for lack of trying. i remember putting my faith on the ability of the person at the other end of my comm set, trusting that they can do what they said they can do, and not letting me down. i placed my faith in God that He had a better runsheet and that it was i who was being given the cues. quick thinking, agile hands and responsive teamwork were the perfection of the day.

i guess God just wanted a different sequence. He should know; He writes the script... and thankfully, He doesn't criticize.

home alone

belatedly posting drafts started ages ago. this one was originally drafted last april 8, Easter Sunday.

my family seems to have been bitten by the traveling bug... all, save me.

this holy week, i found myself home alone. everyone else took off to mambusao for a family reunion. even 2 of the maids left! so that leaves me with 1 house, 6 bedrooms, 1 swimming pool, 1 pc, 1 mac, 2 dogs, and 5 cars all to myself. not that i was home most of the time to enjoy it. i would be out, using 1 of the 5 cars (the one with the most gas, of course), working for the Triduum, the reason i stayed behind.

i DID enjoy the quiet. once in a while, it's good to be alone. there's a lot of freedom in being alone. i got to sleep in because there wasn't anyone to wake me, asking if i wanted to play ps2 (at 7:30 a.m.!); didn't have to queue for the pc at 4 a.m.; had the downstairs tv to myself, ditto with the newspaper.

then again, too much alone time drones the head. the house can be defeaningly quiet and can even echo because, yes, it IS a big house, too big for one to be left alone with. not good. (gee! i don't think i'd make a good ofw!)

i know that i don't like crowds and getting crowded, but this is way too much space. thank God for a black saturday swimming tradition and a camp meeting, the house is more than population, 3. the maids got back today; the family returns tomorrow. phew!

ironically, being alone makes me look forward to playing ps2 when the little bugger gets back... maybe at 9 a.m.

super delayed reaction

i know. i know. i've been remiss in my writing duties. well, posting, actually; i have drafts in the works waiting for endings and finishing touches.

work (yes, i worked this summer!) has been hectic and even emotionally stressful... but that's another entry altogether (hmmm... maybe, maybe not). add to this the lousy internet connection at home lately, and camp.

mama aly was right; i don't have time to write. but at least the works i've done have made it to her greatest 5. *blush* (which she posted a month ago! egad!)

that she thinks i can write humbles me. *more blushing* it's probably in the genes (harharhar! so much for modesty.) i just wish she didn't have to tag me. haaay!