The anatomy of a young teacher who embraces life and does all things with great love.

 

Rejection

I was a love letter you blithely tore
with your slender yet firm fingers
that you submerged into the
mud of disgust before they have found their way to me.

My words that proudly voiced out
how a simple, quick glimpse on your eyes
can make my cheeks go rosy
and cause falls of pure bliss to burst forth
from the inwards of my heart,
trembled under the eerie and rough
caress of your hand,
before they have been wiped out, shattered in the murk.

I wish you had read me first,
silently, or in an undertone.
If only you had tried,
I may now be in your wallet,
or probably in your shirt’s pocket, so close to your chest.

Lovers’ Quarrel

Last week, I asked my students in my Essay Writing class to write a short narrative paragraph that will illustrate the line “my parents are on the edge of breaking up.” While they’re busy working on their narratives, I also tried to come up with one and here’s what I wrote:

 

“My father was a machinist. That day, his voice was as loud as his “torno” while he was hurling invective at my mother who couldn’t even dare to face him for the fear that she would be directly hit or wounded by his words the moment she does.

I couldn’t really understand what they were talking, fighting about. All I could remember was that my father’s sentences all ended with “tanga.

“Ikaw kasi ang tanga mo,” I heard my Papa said. Then I saw Mama turned and lifted her hand. It was then that I heard the sound that was more frightening than banging doors, breaking windows, thunders or even the strong and raging wind during Cosme –  for the first time, she slapped my father on the face.  Cosme’s vicious strength can be seen from the uprooted trees and electric posts and damaged houses. If Papa was hurt, then he had managed so well to hide his injury. His face remained blank.  

Mas tanga ka kasi nagpakasal ka sa tanga,” I heard my Mama retaliated before she stomped out of the kitchen, leaving my father staring at the tiled kitchen floor, and me sobbing. In front of me was a platter of rice, a bowl of tinola  and fried galonggong – everything that Mama cooked for what could have been our last hearty dinner together. “

Dear Sadness,
I’m sorry, but you can’t beat me. I am stronger than you.
Love, 
Jawe
#selfie #jw #me #pinay

Dear Sadness,
I’m sorry, but you can’t beat me. I am stronger than you.
Love,
Jawe
#selfie #jw #me #pinay

With my fellow regular pioneers after the Memorial #jw #Memorial2014 #jwpinay #jwfriends #regularpioneers #pinas

With my fellow regular pioneers after the Memorial #jw #Memorial2014 #jwpinay #jwfriends #regularpioneers #pinas

Jehovah’s love shall hear our hearts. #singleladies #jw #regularpioneers #memorial2014 #pinay

Jehovah’s love shall hear our hearts. #singleladies #jw #regularpioneers #memorial2014 #pinay

In our congregation, 209 attended the #Memorial2014 #jw #pinas #jwonly

In our congregation, 209 attended the #Memorial2014 #jw #pinas #jwonly

My Uncle Pepe delivered the talk during the #Memorial #jw #memorial2014 #jwpinoy #elder

My Uncle Pepe delivered the talk during the #Memorial #jw #memorial2014 #jwpinoy #elder

After the memorial. #jw #memorial2014 #jwmemorial #pinay #jwfriends

After the memorial. #jw #memorial2014 #jwmemorial #pinay #jwfriends

With Maricar. She was my former student. At ngayon kasama ko na sa trabaho. #cdd #namecallers #cddgraduation2014

With Maricar. She was my former student. At ngayon kasama ko na sa trabaho. #cdd #namecallers #cddgraduation2014