Dear Readers,
well, today was a relatively "unbusy" day -- still busy but better than the past few days when i cant even sit down to focus my brain on my reading. Today at least, I could read some and add more structure to my report in 2 weeks' time.
When i was an undergraduate student, I have always seen him and actually sometimes i didnt like the way he handled the class. I had this image of him and i didnt like it actually. When i went back home last month to do a presentation, I set aside my prejudices and tried to see him in a different light, in new different shoes. I kind of liked his personality then, but not to the point where i actually want to be his close colleague/professor.
Just now i checked him in his room because i thought hey he might be needing something, or want something that i could get for him. I went to check him in his office downstairs. When i went there, he was talking to someone via skype and so i thought he probably didnt want to be disturbed so i started walking away. but i dont know something inside me keeps on jerking up to knock on his door and ask him if he needed anything. And so after a few more steps, i went back and knocked.
He said "hai" which was my signal to go in the room. When i went in the room and he told me oh its you come in come in. and he said come here i want to introduce you to my wife. and then suddenly i felt the warmth of a family man, a father, a husband all embodied in this professor. I never thought of him as such, but the act of talking to his wife via skype after a busy day here in Japan is just -- i dont know what to call it -- sweet?
It is like, no matter how different i looked at this person before, or however powerful he has become throughout the years or however long he has spent outside the country to study, or how many packs of cigarette he has smoked... he is still like a father, a dad, a family person, a warm loving husband to his wife. This act made me see how close i am to him in personality... not that i do what he does but because in my own family my dad usually calls my mom when he is out on business trips, or my parents usually call us here every night, and vice versa.
Its like the culture, the Filipino culture of that, or Family culture, or call it whatever you may, is deeply engraved in our genes and made us similar. And oh boy, the warmth of his smile when he showed me his wife. He was so happy talking with her and seemed to be pleased to introduce her to me. It was like i was not a threat or anything of that sort, but it was like i was part of them, or part of this culture. it was a pleasant feeling. The feeling you sort of get in your dreams.
At that moment i realized, oh my, he is such a nice old man. Not yet that old, but he is like my dad. why, i missed that point for so many years of knowing him. i am happy that i realized this.
His wife was very kind, smiled as she greeted me. I could sense she was a nice lady. i dont know, like my mom maybe? they were talking something about de la salle. My, in an instant, it seemed to me that their family was similar to my family. and i felt pleasant about it.
anyway, just a random realization tonight, i realized totally that he is a very good man inside, and what i saw from many years ago was just garbage. enough of these stuff, now back to my reading... ganbaru wa!
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