Pragmatic

Morning.. another routinary… morning.

Listen to the rustling leaves beside the windowpane, the speeding vehicles along the street where you can also hear the sound of the broom sweeping the rubbish-filled sidewalk. It’s so.. uhm… barrio-tic, if there’s such a term. The days of childhood, adolescence and young adulthood have embraced the advent of integration on which, the realization of a certain goal proves its existent bleakness. The path is rugged; hump-rampant; inadequately structured; inconsistent; blurry.

The battle against the barrier between the past and the present; the present and the future and the past and the future has been a battle vainly fought since time immemorial. Who knows where this or that road would lead into? Not me.

Creeping at the valley of uncertainty on where the road would actually take somebody is an experience foreign to nobody. Every person is a vagabond, a vagabond searching for a greater and more significant meaning in life. The survival game where one has to choose on whether to witness and participate in a dog-eat-dog journey crumpled in a vicious yet tranquil exterior or to cringe on one’s side and stay oppressed with the circumstances that may transpire come what may, are the dilemma enshrouding a human life.

Nourishment of one’s soul, a task of a lifetime day in to day out… the so-many facets of an incarnate being revolve around a mission of cleansing and purifying an embodiment to be someone worthy of being a part of a collectivity of humans that try to effect certain causes on which deviance and indifference hamper. What really is the objective of life? People start their day rising up from their beds and end it with retiring on the same linen-covered cushion. A cycle that never ends, a resurrection and a death, all on the same day; An exacerbating reality decrepit of human effort.

Loss. Death. Aggravation. Lack of Self-confidence.

Maleducation. A rising and falling of sort that embraces and encompasses in a human life.

I’m Dead.

A parable of the winged seraph is a story that exhumed me from the deathbed I was laid into. Opportunities that did not knock earlier on my threshold are now making their way through my window. Keeping my hopes up may be hazardous yet; this maintains the composure I have always tried to achieve. Thus, the risk is overshadowed by the eagerness on making a significant difference on this new rising.

The reprieved soul grows better.

Now, as I resurrect from my dying self, the aim of picking up the pieces scattered is another mission. The crusade against procrastination has begun and the fight continues. Putting together all the phrases and clauses into one substantial paragraph is the articulacy of my rising self. Somebody once told me not to cry over spilled milk, hence, devising a new way to replace such loss is an ultimate tactic, just as long as there is promotion of greater welfare. If not for people who supported and have fought earnestly in uplifting the weary, maybe the voice you are hearing right now is still a sound of silence. Another lost sheep hopefully not in a wolf’s clothing.

The battle has not ended. I shall continue walking the way that was vested on me. A way worth traveled.

Raymond Rosero Hogar.

Born September 17^th 1982 in Makati. Youngest of four siblings.

Slacker. Bummer. Batch clown. Rhymes the word witch.

Pre-School Salutatorian

Elementary Salutatorian

High School Accelerated student with a General Weighted Average of 91.6 in the qualifying exams.

Went to University of Santo Tomas, College of Commerce Major in Accountancy on 1999.

Transferred to De La Salle – College of St. Benilde on 1^st term of Academic Year 2002-2003 under School of Design and Arts to pursue a Bachelor’s degree major in Multimedia Arts.

Some evil went into my mind when I suddenly decided to take a standard examination for Government workers, yet, I

Passed the Civil Service Eligibility Examinations- Non-Professional Level at the age of 18, with an average of 87.1%, which was the top of my batch. Reason? Just to gauge my learning. Hehe.

Once touted as the IKE LOZADA of the Nineties. I almost reached the point of death because of obesity. I fought and I am still fighting against that opponent who has tried to put a period into my life.

Depression because of discrimination on being too stout has brought me into a stoppage during high school. It has pushed me to drop my entire high school life that surprised everybody. They did not know that their consistent honor student would be succumbing to a halt in his scholastic life. Oh well, shit happens.

Trimming down my weight has been the ultimate goal I have dreamt of since then. After starving myself for so many weeks and months, deprivation of sweets, pastries and even major meals, I have lost 77 walloping pounds from my original body weight of 227lbs. at 5 feet 5 inches. Now, At 145lbs., I am starting to regain all the losses I have made… even the loss of interest in studying. I realized the essence of having good education should not be taken for granted. The amount of my body weight that was lost just commensurate the amount of learning I have missed. Hence, going back to school was my next aim. And I finally made it. I passed high school through the PEP Test that suddenly accelerated me to college with an average of 91.7%.