Food for the Soul

I would just like to share something from the Yoga Journal:

“Savor the fact that you have what you have, and you can do whatever you can do.”

Would You Like Some Onigiri?

One of my “onigiri memories” was when I ate a HUGE piece with my hands, as Koji-san taught me (^^,) It was the nth dish served that night and I sat across Koji-san, and a lot of them couldn’t eat any more. It was one of the funnest and happiest nights I had in Tokyo (^^,) I will always feel grateful to Koji-san for that (^^,) How about you? What are your associations with onigiri?

For All That I Have Learned

せんせい､ありがとうこざいます｡

Back

i.ph is back; it wasn’t on since yesterday. 

So yesterday morning, it was stormy alright, but I never expected things to turn out like it did. So I went to my 9-12 class, though I got there at 9:30, my feet already soaked because some parts of the Ateneo were already flooded.When I was still in the cab along Katipunan, I already noticed that the flood was at the same level as the sidewalk, so I texted my dad around 10, asking if he can pick me up at 12:15, after my class. 

Around 1 pm, my classmate Erica who lived only at Burgundy texted me that she hopes I’m okay because she crossed Katipunan and saw that the water reached up to a person’s thigh. I also noticed that the trail of cars leaving via Gate 3 haven’t moved for the past hour or so. Little by little, more and more people were staying at the Leong Hall because they were waiting for rides or used the bathroom or came from Figaro at the MVP Building to kill time. Later on, Ateneo staff came with push carts of Monobloc chairs for all of us so we can all sit down.

It turned out that my dad couldn’t get through Katipunan anymore because NOTHING was moving. He waited in traffic for like, ages. Eventually he reached a gas station at the corner of Aurora and Katipunan and considered leaving the car there. However he couldn’t just leave the car at the gas station at Aurora because of obvious reasons. However, after a long time, he managed to find this really nice guy (may he live abundantly for the rest of his life) whose car was parked at the gas station too, waiting for the rains and the flood to subside so he can get through and reach his house somewhere past UP. The guy offered to look after it since he had nowhere to go. Then my dad walked all the way to Gate 2. My phone was running low on battery so we were just texting and I couldn’t accept calls anymore in case we had to keep in touch via mobile longer. Eventually, I managed to walk from Leong Hall to the Ateneo gym, fighting the winds and keeping my black Kitty umbrella from being destroyed, a skill I learned instantly, thanks to the few people walking ahead of me trying to keep their umbrellas’ normal shape. By that time, the lower part of my jeans was really wet and my hair was a mess. I was carrying my bag too and my envelope of reading materials and homework. When I got to the gym, my dad was there, and we exchanged umbrellas so I carried a big green one which won’t easily be destroyed but could sweep me off the ground. I managed, though because it is still heavier than my shinai. (By the way, there was no kendo class because of the storm of course.) So my dad and I walked up to Aurora. I had to wade through flood. (For some reason I found it liberating to walk through all that flood.) Finally we got to car and I thirstily drank the C2 he bought. That was around 4 pm already. 

We got home at 5, because there were hardlyany vehicles along Ortigas. So, warm bath, lunch, nap. I can’t be any more thankful. I am forever grateful. I know. And I guess it was also a blessing that I was able to be zen while I was stranded. 

Will pull together some of my stuff for giving away.