Switching On the Sun

It’s not because it’s the total number of days every month has in any given year. And it’s not even concurrent with that of this post’s title posted within this month. It’s my (basketball jersey) number. Reason for it isn’t taken from that of a favorite player’s number. Speaking of which, it’s not also because it’s the balancing number figuring in between those two Bulls’ numbers, 23 and 33. In addition, 23 resembles 2 3s which is 33 and 2 3s opposite each other form 8, apparently a combination of those 2 numbers. But then, it’s not that. I just thought that, after my girlfriend-then broke up with me on one August 28, a rewarding providence might have been the reason. For if it didn’t happen, the godsend that pursued after that wouldn’t have transpired for me to experie nce. Thus, I associated the number 28 with luck (good thing she broke up with me – lol) . I used to wear number 3. Until the change in number, the only indication left of my old number are the 3s I ma...

ATTENTION! From what emanated to have appeared like a silent drill, our attention was commandingly called. It’s just that, it wasn’t a drill yet our attention was rather manifested in silence. A bad news had us stunned. “Sarge” is gone. In his desire to be a soldier, he has ever since conditioned himself to fit into that calling. Going through military training would have been less of a challenge but a fulfillment. Making it as a full-pledged soldier would have been an honor. However, akin to an insurgency, his dream revolted into his family’s nightmare. Just about to graduate, death from hazing would seem to be his final capping. At the wake, calm and as composed, his father shared good memories of his son. It’s the second time they have lost him. When “Sarge” or “Ipong” to his family was still a baby, her mother tearfully handed his outwardly lifeless body to his father. The thought of having lost him from a convulsion brought agonizing sorrow. Even with no signs ...