Monday, November 5, 2012

Awesome Paz!

Meet Paz..my bubbly former student. She was my contestant for English Declamation around ten years ago. Our tandem was memorable because she was my first "big winner" in the local PRISAA. Having been champion then delivering a piece I wroteespecially for her.. She truly made me proud (as her victory made me discover my penchant for creative writing).  She fought many "battles" since then, (marriage and parenting included) but none was as hard as her battle with weight. All her life she was "big." Literally.

Then 3wks ago, she surprised me. We bumped into each other at a mall. And i couldn't believe I was staring at my favorite student... Paz wasn't the "big" lass I knew before..

She lost all her extra weight to metamorphose into this awesomeness of a state that is now. She "shrunk" into her current weight thru strict diet, rigid work-outs, and commendable discipline.

Mid-last week, i was shocked to learn her first-born died of dengue. The grieving Paz who was then getting ready for the 36th Milo Marathon decided to run -- still..even as her son was still being laid in a wake. She confides she had to run if only to momentarily release her grief...

It was to be her first running race ever...
And she placed 10th...in the half-marathon. Yes. She ran and finished 10th amongst the 12thousand or so runners who joined the Iloilo City leg of the Milo Marathon (21k category).

But the latest feather on her cap wasn't that Milo race yet. Because she's on this month's issue of Women' Health Magazine (p.49). Her journey to wellness and fitness is truly awe-spiring. I am soo thrilled!

So please grab a copy of the November issue of Women's Health mag...and be inspired.

Cheers to you Paz! You definitely make me proud. :-)

(l-r: she used to be 190lbs...now she's 127lbs...that's page49 of the November issue of Women's Health)

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Two Became One

She had her share of broken hearts. 
She cried a lot but learned to start.
She believed that one day soon,



One will come and make her swoon.

He did.
And he didn't let her go.
He couldn't.
He didn't.

And off they went to tie the knot,
in our tiny garden they laid their oaths,
to keep each other,
to remain together,
to face forever,
and live happily, 
(c) Burnt Raisin
The Newly Weds
no matter what,
ever after.

Two became one.
Here's to Lanz and Dyan...

We pray they remain
Loyal and true to the vows they exchanged,
Because isn't that all it takes?
For the two to remain one, and for love to persist?

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Everybody's Mama

A Band for Keeps

Finally, a band to call my own. :-)

It matters not where it's from,
Where it's been,
How it''s done,
The long sad years are all but gone...
because at long last,
the ring's in my hand. =)

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Missing Teaching


Was buying water from the refill station when a guy in a motorcycle called out, "Ma'am Cheng!" I paused to look who it was. Of course I didn't recognize him but assumed he was a former student.  He got off his bike and we chitchatted while waiting for my water refill.  Told me he was so glad to see me after such a long time.  Found out he graduated six years ago and been in the army since then.  (Boy, it's been that long?! I suddenly felt old.)

Eversince I quit teaching a few years back, and old acquaintances ask me if I miss my former job, I would always respond no.  My present career(s) give me a sense of liberation which I never felt before in my former job as an 'esteemed university professor.' But that brief tête-à-tête with my former student made me realize that yes, teaching will always be special. It's an incomparable privilege...an understated role that creates a lot of impact upon the lives of young people. A teacher can become a significant influence in her students' dispositions.  A teacher can be unforgotten.  A teacher can leave an imprint in the souls of her students which, although unintended, remain there for keeps.  A teacher's legacy reverberates throughout eternity.. Sigh.

So if somebody asks me again if I miss teaching, I'd say yes. Most definitely.

Saturday, March 31, 2012

When I am Old and Grey



When I am old and grey, I still wanna do this...
Walk along the beach, frolic in the summer heat,
Perhaps (but not necessarily) in a purple two-piece,
Hopefully alongside also my sweet. ;-)




(-shot  in Boracay, date indicated)

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Why Not?

Just because it ain't Valentines anymore doesn't mean I can't get any more flowers, can I? But perhaps, 'tis why my tears fell when I received this...

It's not my birthday. It's not Valentine's Day. We weren't fighting.  So why this?

I was told, "Why not?" Then I sobbed.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

A Special Nail (Ver. 2)

I ran into a special nail 
I know not where it’s from 
It fell in the middle of the road one time 
And waited for me to come. 

Then I did. 

Many have come before me, 
Many have treaded the same path, 
But I was the only one, 
Who ran into it when I passed. 
 What kind of happenstance? 
Or was I meant for that circumstance? 
To be perturbed by such a nail, 
Which bore a hole in my tire …and soul. 

Nails can injure superficially, 
But also rip our flesh and hurt badly, 
And although some could be avoided, 
There’ll be a time we’ll find ourselves – nailed! 


 It’s almost funny how simple experiences such as tripping on a nail can teach us great lessons in life. I was driving home one time when suddenly, I felt one of my tires swerve. I pulled over to discover that my rear tire was flat. Looking closely, I found a huge nail which was not only stuck on the tire but was buried completely, only its head stuck out. Exasperated, I sought help to repair my flat tire right away. As it was being fixed, I came to realize a few insights which enabled me to appreciate that minor mishap.

Firstly, along our life’s journey, there are special nails especially meant for us to trip on. These nails are special because we aren’t the only ones journeying in life. And yet, for a reason many of us cannot right away fathom, that one nail reserved for us, finds us. Then we are changed – forever.

 Second, we are bound to meet different kinds of nails. Some nails would be easy to spot and therefore, can be easily avoided. These nails could be the fake friends we should avoid, false hopes we should dismiss, or sheer pleasures we should shun. We should always be on guard for these kinds of nails.

Third, we are all vulnerable. While some nails can be easily avoided, there’d be nails especially meant for us alone. And so while a few may succeed in wounding us superficially, some could rip us up completely. A shallow injury could be in the form of a simple misunderstanding between friends or rejection from a job application. Deeper ones could be challenging such as being married to a difficult spouse, being tied up to a demanding career, or having to suffer an unstable health condition.

Fourth, no matter how much we try, at some point in our life, we can still get NAILED! There will always be a special nail reserved for us. Jesus exemplified this. Was it lack of discernment that led Him to fall into the trap of betrayal? No. Was it His cowardice that caused His crucifixion? No. Was His existence worthless because as God’s Only Son, He allowed (and even welcomed) His death by being nailed on the Cross? No! Because if He didn’t allow to be nailed on the Cross, where is our salvation? What would be the essence of our own existence?

Oftentimes, we become so judgmental of others condemning them for falling prey to their nails. Why? We smirk at a neighbor who cohabits with another, sneer at an ex-convict, and proclaim damnation for a prodigal child returning to his parents. For the most part, it’s easy for us to slam others for their vulnerability, carelessness, or folly and charge them guilty for causing their own misery.

Ever so often, we detest those who are nailed to their hapless circumstance. But are they truly guilty as charged? Can we condemn Jesus, God’s only Son, for allowing Himself to be nailed to the Cross? No. Those nails on the Cross were special. Jesus’ being nailed to that Cross was special. It was what His Father had intended for Him -- and for the entire humanity. He died so that we may live – eternally. It is the greatest paradox in human history. But it is the very essence of our existence. Like Christ, each of us is also destined to “suffer” from our own special nails. So while certain circumstances NAIL us, we are also destined to emerge triumphant – the same way Christ did.

Lord thank you for stopping us by 
to remind us
 that we have so much to thank You for in our lives
– nails (and crosses) included. 
Amen.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Whew! So it's been a month already since my last post?  How fast indeed time flies!  Christmas 2011 was among the best that we had because all my siblings were home to celebrate the holidays with us.  Times like those are getting more and more rare now considering we are carving our niches in different far apart places  under the sun. So now that the hustle and bustle of the holidays are over, we find ourselves back to the confines of our individual lives.  Apart. Separate. Distant.

When we were younger we hated each other.  Lol. Well, not really.  For the most part, we were each other's bestfriend, confidante, counselor, warrior, cheerleader, accomplice, persecutor, prosecutor, storyteller, baby-sitter, and the list goes on and on.  But at times when we disagreed, we also fought like mad dogs.  And that was when we would wish to get out of the family's enclave. Very few times, but we all remember them.

As grown ups now, we have pursued different paths in life.  We have also discovered/ built our individual sources of happiness.  And yet, there are times we still yearn...crave...long to be together.  The security, confidence, and strength that comes from our togetherness is incomparable.  It's weird.  It's something nobody (not even Mom perhaps or any of our husbands) would ever understand.

My siblings and I have surmounted the deepest depth, the worst worse, and the most painful hurt.  Perhaps that's what sealed our bond.  We know exactly how to raise each other up --- or push each other down.

At this point in time when each of us is still struggling to pursue our dreams, we remain united -- in thoughts, in prayers, in heart.  Yes, we still hurt each other every now and then.  Afterall, we have sort'v mastered the art of being each other's antidote because we are one another's bitter pill.  But our hurts always yield to acceptance, to forgiveness.  And everytime we reconcile, our bond is renewed... Always stronger than it ever was before.

Apart in space, united in spirit.

Our latest family pic taken in Dec. 26, 2011.
With the Wonderful Additions to the Family


Inspirer of my mind, consoler of my heart,
healer of my spirit,
Their presence lift me from earth to heaven,
Their words flow as the sacred river,
Their faith rise as a divine spring,
Their tender feelings awaken sympathy in my heart.
My Family -- Their very being is forgiveness.
The clouds of doubt and fear
are scattered by Their piercing glance.
All ignorance vanishes in Their illuminating presence.
A new hope is born in my heart
by breathing Their peaceful atmosphere.
They are my inspiring Guide through life’s puzzling ways,
in Them I feel abundance of blessing.


(adapted from the Prayer Pir written by Hazrat Inayat Khan)