I’M BACK to the contemplative me — which is the normal me, as it happens.

By the way…

It’s July 21 today, so we’re two days past the rumored doomsday. And what? Are we all dead now? Fortunately, the July-18-Earthquake thing was simply someone’s attempt at becoming famous or at proving how powerful a tool is the internet in creating chaos.

Yesterday we had a triple birthday celebration at home. Last Saturday was my older sister’s birthday, yesterdya was my niece’s, and today is my bro’s. We rented a videoke machine and we took turns with the mic from lunchtime yesterday until midnight. My cousin and her two daughters, who have just arrived from the states joined us. My nieces and my cousin’s daughter get on well with each other easily, thanks to high school musical.

Today, I’m going back to our classroom routine after a three-day seminar and the weekend. I feel like a car swerving around a curve.

Last friday night, I went to Marbel to meet Kuya Jay and his girlfriend. Kuya Jay was a staff member of Pathways to Higher Education Mindanao, back at NDMU, during my college days. He came here for many reasons: a) celebrate his birthday with us (July 18); b) introduce his girlfriend; c) let his girlfriend experience the T’nalak festival; d) to bid goodbye as he’s going to bronx, New York for a scholarship under the UN, and e) to give his cam to snatchers. Yes, his precious camera was stolen at the Protech center.

I also went to Toto Lozano’s photo-exhibit at NDMU featuring Lang Dulay, the T’boli Dreamweaver.

With the many things that went on, I think I need to search my soul again.