A glimmer of light

Finally! The very first smile from the bear during these past few days of misery. It was just a smiley/emoticon sent through text message. Still, it was a genuine smile.

A good friend

This morning my dear friend came to see me at my office and nearly cried again. I had to comfort him all over again. But he also saw that I was worried about him so he in turn tried to reassure me that he was going to be all right. Before he left to face the world again, I kissed him on the cheek to wish him good luck. He kissed me back and said, "You're a good friend."

A haunting memory

There is rarely a more heartbreaking scene than that of a dear friend weeping, persecuted for the wrong reasons, his sincerely noble intentions mocked, his spirits crushed and the joy in him replaced by bitterness and disillusionment. It simply cuts to the quick and the memory of it remains with you forever...

Promises to the bear

Promise me that you won't get into trouble like you did years ago. Yes. Yes, I know what you did in the spring of 2004. I've known about it for nearly two years now. But I promise you I won't tell a soul about it. And I promise you that no matter what you have done in the past and no matter what you will do, I will always be your friend.

Nearing the end of an era

With the prospect of my dear friend--my self-proclaimed promoter and a "passionate and excellent instructor"-- leaving by the end of the term, I will have to start looking into filing away all my sacred and liturgical sheet music into long-term storage. Sigh! It was indeed all just too good to last.

Ego booster

I just did some ego surfing and came across this that made me laugh: "I miss the centennial outstanding prof sa physical science na nagbigay sa akin ng pinaka mababang grade nun 2nd sem,... 2.25... HR lng tuloy ako nun... The best ka Ma'am..." I wonder if that student ever imagined that I would read that passage in her blog.

My new two eyes

I consulted an opthamologist the other Friday and was prescribed a pair of glasses for my presbyopia. Then today, my good friend who trained to be a medical doctor saw me for the first time wearing them. His response upon learning that I was using progressive lenses was, "Ate, you're getting old!"