Passionist Youth Immersion 2009

•April 23, 2009 • 1 Comment

Immersion

[i múrsh’n, i múr‘n]

noun

complete involvement: involvement in something that completely occupies all the time, energy, or concentration available

PAYO (PAssionist YOuth)

[paa yô]

noun

a group of young people committed to spread the memory of the Passion of Christ to its fellow youth through living example and apostolate. PAYO, one of the lay-partners of the Passionist Congregation, is composed of young people coming from the north and south provinces.

Immersion is one of the annual activities of the group wherein they spend, wholly observe, spearhead and guide the whole Holy Week activities to some mission areas of Catholic Mission to the Indigenous People (CMIP) under the Passionist Congregation.

PayoLentenRecollectionOn March 21-22, 2009, the Passionist Youth was gathered for a Lenten Recollection at EB Dormitory, St. Paul of the Cross Novitiate Compound, Lagao, General Santos ParaliturgyCity., in preparation for the annual Immersion Program of the group under the Passionist Congregation and on April 5, 2009, a day before the scheduled starting date of the immersion, a Paraliturgy (not my will but Yours be done) was done at the chapel of Novitiate Compound led by the chaplain Fr. Rogie V. Castellano, CP, a send-off blessing for the said activity.

April 6, 2009 (T’boli Area) and April 7, 2009 (Alabel Area)

Regularly, only two or three members are assigned on a certain community depending on the number of areas designated to beskye facilitated for the activity. The members who volunteered were dropped to a vehicle-accessible place (T’boli- Fitak, Alabel-Paraiso) and then their ‘walk of faith’ began. They have walked, gaited, strode the paved and tangled tracks, climbed, slide and glided the slopes of the mounts for hours to reach the areas of assignment. Staff houses (if there is any), laycos’ and some community leaders’ houses served as their foster homes for a week-long stay. Geared along with their clothing and personal hygiskyeene regimens of course were their food for their whole stay, the “walang kamatayang ‘noodles and sardines’” (not that they complain, those were appreciated though, bong kamdom!). During their stay at the area, they usually conduct recollections and reflections that fitted for the observation, indulgence and appreciation of the meaning of the holy week aside from guiding them the sequence of the activities (from the Last Supper to Easter).

paraisoImmersion; where these young individuals chose to be deserted from their families and friends in time of this solemn celebration of God’s love, chose this break over a restful vacationa401 from a hard work… chose to throw, dedicate and live their seven days to commemorate and impart the true understanding of the Holy Week with our indigenous brothers and sisters, who needs our unending support, understanding and prayers.

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afternoon delight

•March 21, 2009 • Leave a Comment

father and sonIt was an anticipated exciting afternoon when my friend and I decided to spend it on the beach. We were talking stuff like children and happiness then.

While my eyes were glued to the huge body of water, I remembered my experience with this little fellow I was with in a tricycle with his mother. When the vehicle pass through the bridge, this little thing wailed “ma, dagat! yehey dagat!”, but his mother shushed him and said “sapa na ‘nak.”, the child went silent yet the glow in his eyes of seeing the thing that aroused his excitement remained.

I shared it with my friend and as the conversation lingered on such event, a family consists of a father, mother and a little boy arrived with their motorcycle. Later when they’ve settled their things to the cottage adjacent to ours, the child semi-circled the kiosk and had the fuller view of the beach, clapped his hands and screamed “yehey, dagat!, dagat!”, no one stopped him, no one shushed him to be silent, no one hindered the overflowing joy as he’d seen the beach.

That alone, such scene, such tiny voice had banged and washed silence over me, and I quietly wished that I was a child again, capable of appreciating and finding happiness on things that I now consider shallow.

staying up late

•March 21, 2009 • Leave a Comment

it has been awhile since i hit the sack early at night. 10 in the evening 05-09-08_1202-1seemed still 5 in the afternoon for me. it has been my every day routine and no matter how i tried to get to bed before 10pm, i could not rest myself.

tonight, is one those nights when i fight my urge to be back here in the computer room. as early as 9pm, i prepared  by bed. smoothed and set up everything to make it the most comfortable bed that one could ever lied down. unfortunately i caught myself tossing and turning and kicked some side pillows and blanket off from bed.

i succumbed to the insomniac me.

in less than a minute, i found myself hurriedly turning on the computer. as i was waiting to get it connected to the internet, my cellphone beeped. the moment i activated the keypad of my mobile phone, my attention draw to its digital clock and it tells that it is already 12:50 AM.

this made me wonder how can i able to stay up so late. at this very hour, i am as awake those who got up at 6am and gathering themselves for work at 8am. this also made me thought of those times i had spent with this someone over the phone and even through yahoo messenger that reached us at 3 in the morning.

i recalled what i have done this day, of course, i think, somehow has an effect of my staying up late. and these got into view:

* i stayed up late last night
* i woke up at almost midday today
* after i have eaten my brunch (breakfast and lunch), i got hold of the      keyboard and mouse and found myself clicking my way to tim berners lee’s invention; the world   wide web (www)
* i slept at around 3pm and got up at around 5pm
* i consumed 3 mugs of coffee

as this issue occupied my mind, i decided to know some things that would or might or hopefully help change my state. i started keying in the texts ‘staying up late’ in the search engine, i browsed all the way down to whatever that would first appeal to my curious mind and finally i settled on this one–> “Staying Up Late: Why Everyone Should Go to Bed Earlier.”

i expended my time on reading the article that honestly did move me. it had taught me almost everything, like the pros and cons of staying up late and what it contitutes.

i would really think through about this at the this very moment. uhm, had the article worked for anyone? that’s i guess what i want to find out myself.

so, i think i have to stop my fingers tapping here. gotta hit the sack!
sogni d’oro to me!

the white rose

•March 21, 2009 • Leave a Comment

it was because of my brother’s untoward behavior at school that made me thought to throw my time for lunch with miming..as i went to their dining abode and saw her unpacked the food i brought, i was stunned and shrieked a so loud “WOW”, that i guess even the people at the convent could hear my sigh of astonishment (exaj ha!) as amazement wrapped the entire me owed to those three lovely white roses (they really were!promise!) courtesy of miming’s amatore..sherwin! (kudos to sherwin, he made my day! ..ooops..well thanks to miming also, the reason behind the flowers :-o)

there i was again, shared an incident with a lovely white rose to miming while just watching her to and fro in preparing the table for three..wanna hear it?ok listen..

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i was at the youth camp with ate weng (who knows her?..raise your feet!), particularly at the facilitators’ lounge, we were then preparing the flowers for the mass. there was this white little rose that made me remember the recent or the very last guy who gave me one. i told ate weng about such instance but of course i did not mention his name (hey, you’re safe!hehehe) and the moment that struck me out of our conversation was when she uttered “be, that someone who gave you that white rose will be your partner in life.” (ooops, don’t ract, weng is just playing clairvouyant!) of course, i reacted…that someone just gave me the flower ‘coz he simply knows that it’s one of my favorites and he once had promised that when he gets here, he’ll give me one (of which, i couldn’t remember anymore if i had requested or obliged him to..hehehe), and i ‘guess’ to simply make me happy that very day.

And all i heard from miming was “hahaha!”..and..i don’t wanna hear anything from you..hahaha!

special thanks to sherwin for the picture!