One Man's Trash Part II: Resurrection

As I have been commissioned to begin teaching not until 3pm, the morning and early afternoon hours of each day are left to be spent largely at my discretion. To avoid the suffocating guilt brought on my lounging around, I have begun cleaning the house, starting with my own room, which, unfortunately, is the cleanest in the house. ("Unfortunately" because, although not free from clutter, it certainly most merits praise in terms of tidiness.)

While sorting through the possessions I have amassed, I unearthed a few found items of interest in my closet. Below are some of the more colorful threads that constitute the tapestry of my past.

A postcard from Linda's European Adventures. Even after discovering this reminder, I could barely remember Linda's taking a holiday through the western countries. Why did she send the post card in an envelope?







A Christmas card from Annie Chiu (2000).

Out comes the Azn Gangsta' in me, Angel, and Brian.

My baptism.

Tetzlaff Junior High Promotion Dance (1994). (From left to right) Front row: Joanna Solis, Shera Son. Back row: Mihir Upadhyaya, me, Sam Choi, Robert Wyman. See? Joanna and I didn't always hate each other!

Certainly the best item was this program from my pre-school, Lumbini, Child Development Center. To my horror, I discovered that "Anthony Banaag" (whom I do not remember) wore the very same Izod shirt in his Lumbini school photo!

One man's trash can indeed become his treasure with the passage of time.