I guess there are too many ode to dead love ones here in my blog. I wish this will not become an obituary. But I can't help but to share my piece of mind...
Fr. Mel came to visit our school today to follow up our students who signed up during the vocation campaign. He looks like Fr. Ador, one of my teachers in Theo during my college days. And so we started to chat about some people I remembered from SLU until the name of Sr. Myrna suddenly came up. Shocked was I when he said she just passed away sometime this year. A dear friend and was one of the people who was there and believed in me during my trying times.
I can't recall how did I get acquainted with her but she in the campus ministry at that time. I was passive, naive, so silent and so serious in life. She was friendly, warm, "kenkoy", so accommodating and invited me in the Mission Club. Being new in the SLU parish, she led me to join in the various activities and these helped me to become a better person. She was one of the people who saw my potentials. She did not encourage me but she gave me tasks that developed these. Above all, she understood that "thing", that was eccentric in me. She knows it and led me on how to use it properly.
There was even a time when I was so puzzled with my dreams. Instead of telling me the meaning (I know she knows) she guided me on how to process myself to discover the key to it. Now, that key is still being in used until today (and i wish to improve on it). Sometimes, i have questions in mind and she would just be telling me how to do it.
There was even a time that i cannot accept that my mother has a boyfriend (my mom's a widow) and I am angry about it. She was there willing to listen. She introduced me to a lot of people and led me to become friendlier, to be involved, and to get out of the shell of a jail that I am in.
When it was already time for her to leave because she will become a provincial directress, i wrote her a letter of thanks and she replied "...Sally, do you know that you can write clearly well? Keep on..." That line is one of the reasons why I practice to write even when busy. That line is popping up in my mind every time I am thinking if I am going to write or not. And above all, that line always reminds me of her.
Sometime this year, I dreamed of her. That dream was so uneventful. It reminded me of her and I started thinking how is she. Because of being busy, I did not dwell much on it what did it mean. It was only today that I now know why: she visited me that night.
My last memory of her was during her despedida. That was the first time I saw her sad. I understood what was in her mind: she will miss the parish. I wondered why she was that sad. All I know was that it is not yet the end. There are still ways of getting in touch: email and texts. I didn't know that it will be the last time that we will be seeing each other.
Months and years passed by...I heard the news that she was going through breast cancer. Of course prayers were offered. Then I learned that she was doing well and fine. Then I was shocked when I heard of her passing away. They never told me she was going through stage 4 of breast cancer. I didn't intended to, but I suddenly said: "why didn't my friends informed me?" Father Mel explained that in her community, death is something that is not being spread around. Only those who are in the inner circle of the society will know it.
(Sigh)...Sr Myrna will be greatly missed but I know she is now in peace in heaven.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
A piece of my thoughts on a stormy day
Monday October 18, 2010 and most of the people are at home preparing and being watchful for the coming of super typhoon Juan.
Usually on a stormy day, I would cuddle myself with a book and a cup of coffee or watch a film. But today, my thoughts are how to make my lesson plan. There is an uncertainty if i'll make a three day plan or two days? From time to time, I check the net for updates on the storm's track from a reliable website i've been using for years now (http://www.maybagyo.com). Here I can see also possible dates and places where the storm's eye could be. And from the development, it says that by two am tomorrow, the storm's eye would be by the South China Sea. That is, if it will not change course or the storm will not slow down.
Another thing that is bothering me is how to squeeze the remaining lesson for the 2nd second grading in a short span of time. There are a lot of things to prepare for. Another concern is on the cheering of our unit. A month from now would be the intrams and the cheerers have not gone yet that far in terms of preparations and organizations. I itch to make my cheerers to win again this year's cheer dance.
Well, other concerns pop up in my mind. The challenge of making the liturgy be recognized in the student's heart, JCM and how to improve them and the formation they are supposed to be having these days. Time goes by so fast but programs are so slow to be implemented. haizt...
My stay as a coordinator might only be for one year for i guess my assignment this year is temporary. Though i don't want it at first, later i see the wisdom of God why he willed me to be here. There are a lot of concepts and ideas popping in my mind but time and cooperation of the people concerned is a big hindrance. Another is my body. My mind and my spirit wants to accomplish therm so fast but my body also do get tired. For the past month, never did i miss getting sick. For the past days, I get dizzy more frequently. haizt manen....
I only have five months and a half left... I just wish that I would be able to accomplish what God wants me to do. From time to time, I am reminded of a sentence I picked up from one of the CYA prayer meetings:"God wants his work advanced in your knees." That's it! never to do the work alone but always remember that God is with me and in prayers he works fast and efficient.
Usually on a stormy day, I would cuddle myself with a book and a cup of coffee or watch a film. But today, my thoughts are how to make my lesson plan. There is an uncertainty if i'll make a three day plan or two days? From time to time, I check the net for updates on the storm's track from a reliable website i've been using for years now (http://www.maybagyo.com). Here I can see also possible dates and places where the storm's eye could be. And from the development, it says that by two am tomorrow, the storm's eye would be by the South China Sea. That is, if it will not change course or the storm will not slow down.
Another thing that is bothering me is how to squeeze the remaining lesson for the 2nd second grading in a short span of time. There are a lot of things to prepare for. Another concern is on the cheering of our unit. A month from now would be the intrams and the cheerers have not gone yet that far in terms of preparations and organizations. I itch to make my cheerers to win again this year's cheer dance.
Well, other concerns pop up in my mind. The challenge of making the liturgy be recognized in the student's heart, JCM and how to improve them and the formation they are supposed to be having these days. Time goes by so fast but programs are so slow to be implemented. haizt...
My stay as a coordinator might only be for one year for i guess my assignment this year is temporary. Though i don't want it at first, later i see the wisdom of God why he willed me to be here. There are a lot of concepts and ideas popping in my mind but time and cooperation of the people concerned is a big hindrance. Another is my body. My mind and my spirit wants to accomplish therm so fast but my body also do get tired. For the past month, never did i miss getting sick. For the past days, I get dizzy more frequently. haizt manen....
I only have five months and a half left... I just wish that I would be able to accomplish what God wants me to do. From time to time, I am reminded of a sentence I picked up from one of the CYA prayer meetings:"God wants his work advanced in your knees." That's it! never to do the work alone but always remember that God is with me and in prayers he works fast and efficient.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Gaygay
4:00 o'clock today Monday October 11, 2010: after 15 days of deep sleep, our dear Gaygay's sufferings finally ended. She is our first cousin from my dad's 2nd sister. The 2nd of three girls.
A month ago, she was admitted in the hospital for typhoid fever. Her case made it worst because she is a sickly child. She was released from the hospital then went back again for complications. Then on one Monday, she incurred seizure then went into a state of coma.
I came to visit her a week after, that was even the days when the team of principals in the diocesan school is having their observation in our classes. And while i held her limp hand, sadness and deep sadness flowed over me.
She's so young, at sweet sixteen, a first year college and a scholarship waiting for her. Thoughts of which would be better flooded my mind. Would it be better if she will go? Or pray for a miracle?
As she lays there, with the machine which is the only one keeping her alive, she looks so peacefully asleep. But as I look at uncle and auntie, pain is in their eyes. But somewhat, the truth will have to be accepted. Maybe the consolation we quietly realized is that at least there was enough time of joy she gave to her parents for she was conceived when nobody expected auntie to get pregnant. And during her growing up years, she always suffer from migraine. Now, she will feel those sufferings no more. And the most greatest gift our angel Gaygay gave is the reconciliation of my aunts and uncles after a very long time of no communication and indifferences.
I cannot fathom God's wisdom for letting her slip from us, but for sure, she is now an angel resting in the comforts of God's heavenly kingdom guarding and guiding her family.
She also reminds of how short life is and therefore be lived to the fullest in the glory of God.
Rest now, Gaygay dear, your sufferings has now ended. Be the angel your mom and dad needs now. Thank you for briefly spending joy with us. Thank you for reconciling the siblings and may their bonding be restored as brothers and sisters.
A month ago, she was admitted in the hospital for typhoid fever. Her case made it worst because she is a sickly child. She was released from the hospital then went back again for complications. Then on one Monday, she incurred seizure then went into a state of coma.
I came to visit her a week after, that was even the days when the team of principals in the diocesan school is having their observation in our classes. And while i held her limp hand, sadness and deep sadness flowed over me.
She's so young, at sweet sixteen, a first year college and a scholarship waiting for her. Thoughts of which would be better flooded my mind. Would it be better if she will go? Or pray for a miracle?
As she lays there, with the machine which is the only one keeping her alive, she looks so peacefully asleep. But as I look at uncle and auntie, pain is in their eyes. But somewhat, the truth will have to be accepted. Maybe the consolation we quietly realized is that at least there was enough time of joy she gave to her parents for she was conceived when nobody expected auntie to get pregnant. And during her growing up years, she always suffer from migraine. Now, she will feel those sufferings no more. And the most greatest gift our angel Gaygay gave is the reconciliation of my aunts and uncles after a very long time of no communication and indifferences.
I cannot fathom God's wisdom for letting her slip from us, but for sure, she is now an angel resting in the comforts of God's heavenly kingdom guarding and guiding her family.
She also reminds of how short life is and therefore be lived to the fullest in the glory of God.
Rest now, Gaygay dear, your sufferings has now ended. Be the angel your mom and dad needs now. Thank you for briefly spending joy with us. Thank you for reconciling the siblings and may their bonding be restored as brothers and sisters.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
International Teacher's Day
October 5 is International Teacher's day and we spent this day under observation from the principals of the Diocese of Baguio. Many of us if not all, prepared well and didn't sleep well in preparation and agitation of this team observation. And after the long agony, we have to humbly accept our low scores whether we are new or old teachers.
Maybe, their standards are too high and we didn't meet their expectations. Maybe, it was just bad luck that the universe around did not cooperate. But what is most heart breaking of it all is the fact that even if a teacher will give his/her best, s/he will still go unappreciated and worst, hated for being firm in discipline and in guiding these young minds to become better.
That makes the teaching profession so challenging. As a teacher, I should remind myself not find solace and affirmation from superiors nor from students but from God alone. For it is only Him who can understand and accept my limitations. It is Him who guides and inspires me deeper to become better.
In my own standards, I failed in my observation primarily because many of my students did not cooperate well and maybe my efforts were not enough. I have been hated and threatened just because of the desire to straighten the path of a young mind. But no matter what, only God will be the one who will lead me if I will continue or not.
As for now, I'm still in the process of being molded, and guided to become better. Well, five years of teaching is not enough to acquire the tools, skills and talents to become the best teacher that I can be. And as for now, God is teaching me and testing my humility. Though difficult and disappointing, it is in Him whom I gain my strength. It is also Him who continue to give me the joy and inspiration in the midst of my despair.
And as I do my mission, it is also God who is taking good care of the other material and corporal matters and concerns we have in the family.
Thank you, Lord! Muchos Gracias!
Maybe, their standards are too high and we didn't meet their expectations. Maybe, it was just bad luck that the universe around did not cooperate. But what is most heart breaking of it all is the fact that even if a teacher will give his/her best, s/he will still go unappreciated and worst, hated for being firm in discipline and in guiding these young minds to become better.
That makes the teaching profession so challenging. As a teacher, I should remind myself not find solace and affirmation from superiors nor from students but from God alone. For it is only Him who can understand and accept my limitations. It is Him who guides and inspires me deeper to become better.
In my own standards, I failed in my observation primarily because many of my students did not cooperate well and maybe my efforts were not enough. I have been hated and threatened just because of the desire to straighten the path of a young mind. But no matter what, only God will be the one who will lead me if I will continue or not.
As for now, I'm still in the process of being molded, and guided to become better. Well, five years of teaching is not enough to acquire the tools, skills and talents to become the best teacher that I can be. And as for now, God is teaching me and testing my humility. Though difficult and disappointing, it is in Him whom I gain my strength. It is also Him who continue to give me the joy and inspiration in the midst of my despair.
And as I do my mission, it is also God who is taking good care of the other material and corporal matters and concerns we have in the family.
Thank you, Lord! Muchos Gracias!
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
An ode to an alapo
When I opened my email tonight, I read the news of the passing away of one of our alapos. She is lola Agustina Aliban Na-oy - Alagon. She died around 10 am dis morning of September 21, 2010 Tuesday.
She is one of the sisters of our late grandfather, Celestino "Dumanog" Na-oy. Of the five sibling, if i counted it right, only one is still alive: lola Basilia who is in her 90's. Lolo Dumanog was the first one to go at an age when all of his children are in their 20's and up. Then he was followed by lolo Bacayan then lola Lingayo (the only wake that I traveled as far as Sagada to attend her wake) five years ago.
Nothing much do I remember of her, but the fact that even in their old age, together with the other alapos, they came all the way from Sagada to pay their last respects to my father 19 years ago. The picture is still embedded in my memory. The time and sacrifice and much more the discomfort these sisters have gone through is endearing and touching. They even cared to talk to me and give me advices. Though I don't remember the exact words, I remember well their message. That is, to behave well because they want me to grow up to be a fine lady.
I admit I'm still in the process of becoming to be that fine lady. But one thing is for sure, their advices/or reprimand is one of the sources of my strength and inspiration to become better each day.
Well, lola Agutina is in her very old age already at the time she died. She have lived her life well. Her cares and concerns in this world is no more. She have seen the successes and good life of her children. Her grand children are doing well and she already have two great grand children. Her legacy lives on through the family she built. It is now her time. Her time to rest and meet her family in heaven.
Rest in peace, lola. And may Christ, our Savior, welcome you in the place He prepared.
She is one of the sisters of our late grandfather, Celestino "Dumanog" Na-oy. Of the five sibling, if i counted it right, only one is still alive: lola Basilia who is in her 90's. Lolo Dumanog was the first one to go at an age when all of his children are in their 20's and up. Then he was followed by lolo Bacayan then lola Lingayo (the only wake that I traveled as far as Sagada to attend her wake) five years ago.
Nothing much do I remember of her, but the fact that even in their old age, together with the other alapos, they came all the way from Sagada to pay their last respects to my father 19 years ago. The picture is still embedded in my memory. The time and sacrifice and much more the discomfort these sisters have gone through is endearing and touching. They even cared to talk to me and give me advices. Though I don't remember the exact words, I remember well their message. That is, to behave well because they want me to grow up to be a fine lady.
I admit I'm still in the process of becoming to be that fine lady. But one thing is for sure, their advices/or reprimand is one of the sources of my strength and inspiration to become better each day.
Well, lola Agutina is in her very old age already at the time she died. She have lived her life well. Her cares and concerns in this world is no more. She have seen the successes and good life of her children. Her grand children are doing well and she already have two great grand children. Her legacy lives on through the family she built. It is now her time. Her time to rest and meet her family in heaven.
Rest in peace, lola. And may Christ, our Savior, welcome you in the place He prepared.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Sarah Brightman - Moon River (Lyrics)
Just saw a "literally" blue moon tonight! and I just remember this once in a lifetime experience when I watch this link thru facebook. Hmmmhmmm....just treasuring the moment....
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Backlog
This year, I have so many backlog in my work: papers to check, reports to make and proposed action plan to do and yet, here I am blogging he he he....
Anyway, 'tis will be a short one. Being a CYA or rather my training in CYA, YSL and SOLCC is keeping me from doing a lazy work for to whom is this all dedicated but to the Almighty God. People around me and even my bosses might not know if I'm doing a sloppy job but God does. But I thank God also having with me people who inspire me, to name a few: AK (who is giving now the recollections and until now I seem not to believe she really is here doing me and the Joseans a big favor!), Fr Marcs C. for being an inspiration and example of true humility and availability and my kababata, Annabelle, for staying humble and approachable ( It's sad I'm not that approachable :-( ) even if she is a beauty queen and still beautifull with her two kids.
Well, that's all for now. Got to go back to my paper works.
Anyway, 'tis will be a short one. Being a CYA or rather my training in CYA, YSL and SOLCC is keeping me from doing a lazy work for to whom is this all dedicated but to the Almighty God. People around me and even my bosses might not know if I'm doing a sloppy job but God does. But I thank God also having with me people who inspire me, to name a few: AK (who is giving now the recollections and until now I seem not to believe she really is here doing me and the Joseans a big favor!), Fr Marcs C. for being an inspiration and example of true humility and availability and my kababata, Annabelle, for staying humble and approachable ( It's sad I'm not that approachable :-( ) even if she is a beauty queen and still beautifull with her two kids.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
What a tiring week
Whew, at last sa wakas tapos narin. This week has been a tiring one. We had the first quarter tests Monday and Tuesday then the haggard planning and communicating for the music ministry seminar and altar server seminar. Then on the day itself, the seminar I was't able to grasp all the wisdom that Father Marcs shared because of the policing of the students. Adding to it a body lacking sleep (I slept 2 am to prepare the ppt of the mass songs), a heart of disappointments and the worry brought about by Jo$ep G.u#@n"$o bullying my mother. I'm looking forward to a week of rest before i'll do again my chores, checking the papers and preparing the lesson plans.Not to mention the preparations needed for the recollection and the pastoral planning for the CLE Dept.
How stressful. But no, with the inspiration by people who are full of zeal ad passion in their decision to follow Christ, not only is my faith strengthened but my body as well. Fr. Marcs is so inspiring with his patience and selflessness to share his knowledge, talent and love of God. This morning when we had the prayer service for the Quinio family (the August 25, 2010 accident in Sablan, Benguet), I am challenged more to never tire in the service for the love of God through the sharing/testimonies of memories with the departed family. They were active in their prayer group in Florida, their kindness and simplicity.
A lot of work is still needed and plans having to be put into action for the Spirituality of the Josean students. But with God as my strength, leading and provider, all will be well and good. God's will be done.
How stressful. But no, with the inspiration by people who are full of zeal ad passion in their decision to follow Christ, not only is my faith strengthened but my body as well. Fr. Marcs is so inspiring with his patience and selflessness to share his knowledge, talent and love of God. This morning when we had the prayer service for the Quinio family (the August 25, 2010 accident in Sablan, Benguet), I am challenged more to never tire in the service for the love of God through the sharing/testimonies of memories with the departed family. They were active in their prayer group in Florida, their kindness and simplicity.
A lot of work is still needed and plans having to be put into action for the Spirituality of the Josean students. But with God as my strength, leading and provider, all will be well and good. God's will be done.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
To Tonchingwa and Molly
Still feeling devastated over the death of two of our dogs, Tonchingwa (2 years old) and Molly (not even a year old). I feel sad because they bring joy and energy after a day's tiring work. Tonchingwa can bark as loud as he can but knows how to control his volume when inside the house. Molly's black and brown shade makes him look like an "anito" (ghost). And these two dogs' got personality.
At first, we thought they were just suffering a simple illness but we were wrong. I feel so regretful and I wish I could bring back time. Because of our busy schedule, we weren't able to notice the symptoms and the silent clues of their suffering. I regret over my neglect also on my part. How I wish I could have spent more time with them before they died. I feel more sadness when it comes to my mind the memories I had with these two "man's best friend". I will surely miss them.
Maybe the wisdom that I can share about this happening is the willingness to sacrifice quality time over a love one, a passion or anything that helps one grow. This time I learned my lesson also not to be mindless of the slight changes in behavior of our pets (and much more of humans) so that anything wrong will still be given the time to heal or correct it. This calls for sensitivity to others (not only of pets but much more on our human relationships). For we don't know, the symptoms that something's wrong maybe already under our nose but we just refuse to notice it. Haaay...Tonchigwa and Molly taught me a lesson I will never forget.
At first, we thought they were just suffering a simple illness but we were wrong. I feel so regretful and I wish I could bring back time. Because of our busy schedule, we weren't able to notice the symptoms and the silent clues of their suffering. I regret over my neglect also on my part. How I wish I could have spent more time with them before they died. I feel more sadness when it comes to my mind the memories I had with these two "man's best friend". I will surely miss them.
Maybe the wisdom that I can share about this happening is the willingness to sacrifice quality time over a love one, a passion or anything that helps one grow. This time I learned my lesson also not to be mindless of the slight changes in behavior of our pets (and much more of humans) so that anything wrong will still be given the time to heal or correct it. This calls for sensitivity to others (not only of pets but much more on our human relationships). For we don't know, the symptoms that something's wrong maybe already under our nose but we just refuse to notice it. Haaay...Tonchigwa and Molly taught me a lesson I will never forget.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Goodbye July, Hello August
Been busy for the past days playing errr...facebook games heh he...
Now it's time to be back to reality. August hopefully will be a more fruitful month (and the coming months to come). Now I'm pondering on the thought of doing a sideline through data entry. I wish i could learn more about it and have a project soon to supplement my income.
I wish also I could start painting again, playing music and be on the fast track to accomplish my piano lessons...
Now it's time to be back to reality. August hopefully will be a more fruitful month (and the coming months to come). Now I'm pondering on the thought of doing a sideline through data entry. I wish i could learn more about it and have a project soon to supplement my income.
I wish also I could start painting again, playing music and be on the fast track to accomplish my piano lessons...
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Our Three Days Seminar
I only met my class twice this week because of a three day seminar. The first one was about enhancing the English language skills of our student while the past Thur and Friday was a workshop for CEAP (Catholic Educators Association of the Philippines) Regional.
After a trial implementation of the program in San Isidro, Abatan, the Diocese of Baguio parochial schools are going to include in the curriculum the PCEP module. It trains the students (and teacher as well) on the proper spoken neutral English, comprehension and confidence building in public speaking. For me, this is really something of a good news. I just hope all of us, teachers, will cooperate and be willing to be trained. For at the end of the day, the benefits will not only to go the students but for all the teachers and the name of the school as well.
Thursday and Friday was a time spent on seminar and workshops on the new challenge to educators with our current social and environmental concerns. Basically, it was all about looking back from the past, analyzing it and moving forward to the future with guided imagination. With the hope of not repeating the mistakes of the past.
Another important info shared by DEPED Regional Director, Josefina Tamondong in the workshop was the "10 Ways to Fix Philippine Basic Education" by Pres. Benigno S. "Noynoy" Aquino III. Here are a rundown of it:
After a trial implementation of the program in San Isidro, Abatan, the Diocese of Baguio parochial schools are going to include in the curriculum the PCEP module. It trains the students (and teacher as well) on the proper spoken neutral English, comprehension and confidence building in public speaking. For me, this is really something of a good news. I just hope all of us, teachers, will cooperate and be willing to be trained. For at the end of the day, the benefits will not only to go the students but for all the teachers and the name of the school as well.
Thursday and Friday was a time spent on seminar and workshops on the new challenge to educators with our current social and environmental concerns. Basically, it was all about looking back from the past, analyzing it and moving forward to the future with guided imagination. With the hope of not repeating the mistakes of the past.
Another important info shared by DEPED Regional Director, Josefina Tamondong in the workshop was the "10 Ways to Fix Philippine Basic Education" by Pres. Benigno S. "Noynoy" Aquino III. Here are a rundown of it:
- 12 - Year Basic Education Cycle (...well, this is something just waiting to be materialized if we really want to be at par with the global education)
- Universal pre-schooling for all (public schools)
- Madaris (for Muslims) as a sub-system within the Education system (I wish there would also be a sub-system for Indigenous education)
- Technical vocational education as an alternative stream in senior high school
- "Every Child a Reader" by Grade 1
- Science and Math proficiency (this one needs to be addressed the soonest)
- Assistance to private schools as essential partners in basic education (made much applause from us, private educators)
- Medium of Instruction retionalized
- Learn English well and connect to the World
- Learn Filipino well and connect to our country
- Retain your dialect and connect to your heritage (this one I like)
- Quality textbooks
- Covenant with Local Government to build more schools (which means more teachers as well)
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Reflections on Life
With the death of one of my student last Sunday, it made me ponder on life itself. That event is a reminder that everything has an end. No matter how much we try prevent it, death comes and it will come. What is worst is that it comes on times when we least expect it.
I remember Charlz was just seated on the 2nd row in the middle column of the seating arrangement smiling last Friday, July 25. A well behaved boy with a warm personality.Sunday came and we reported to school for the homeroom PTA meeting and the news of his suicide welcomed us. What a lost! At first many doesn't want to believe it and so we went to their house to verify. And we saw him there ready to be embalmed.
As to why did he do it? That we don't know for not even a note was left in his room.Family and friends are puzzled for they were just with him Saturday night. The nearest possible reason they can point out is family problem, the illness of his father and the series of consecutive deaths in their family ( imagine the death of his two uncles and one grandfather in just one year? And prior to that, there are two more cousin's father who passed away last 2009.)
Life, how precious and fragile it is. What we make out of this life will affect where and what we will become when we meet death. Personally, I realized that I might be working hard earning for a comfortable future but am I also prepared for the inevitable? Or I might have prepared well myself, done good and served God but in just a split of a second decision to take away my life can erase all of the good deeds diverting my path from heaven into what they call Limbo if not in hell. This is what I fear. It is not the ghost of the dead nor the hardships of life but the capacity of the individual to take away his own life using his own hand. I hope and pray that the series of suicide happening in our locality will end.
To those who have gone ahead in the afterlife, may they all rest in peace in Christ Jesus. And may the evil that claims prematurely life come to an end. Amen.
I remember Charlz was just seated on the 2nd row in the middle column of the seating arrangement smiling last Friday, July 25. A well behaved boy with a warm personality.Sunday came and we reported to school for the homeroom PTA meeting and the news of his suicide welcomed us. What a lost! At first many doesn't want to believe it and so we went to their house to verify. And we saw him there ready to be embalmed.
As to why did he do it? That we don't know for not even a note was left in his room.Family and friends are puzzled for they were just with him Saturday night. The nearest possible reason they can point out is family problem, the illness of his father and the series of consecutive deaths in their family ( imagine the death of his two uncles and one grandfather in just one year? And prior to that, there are two more cousin's father who passed away last 2009.)
Life, how precious and fragile it is. What we make out of this life will affect where and what we will become when we meet death. Personally, I realized that I might be working hard earning for a comfortable future but am I also prepared for the inevitable? Or I might have prepared well myself, done good and served God but in just a split of a second decision to take away my life can erase all of the good deeds diverting my path from heaven into what they call Limbo if not in hell. This is what I fear. It is not the ghost of the dead nor the hardships of life but the capacity of the individual to take away his own life using his own hand. I hope and pray that the series of suicide happening in our locality will end.
To those who have gone ahead in the afterlife, may they all rest in peace in Christ Jesus. And may the evil that claims prematurely life come to an end. Amen.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Recycling an old post
I just want to share a post I've written a few years ago from my friendster blog he he...
There’s this cute little girl in the gym whose name is Daphne. Around 9 years old, tan, chubby, talkative, playfull, beautiful especially with her smile. The niece of Ms. Sanil. She is an elementary here in San Jose School.
I didn’t take that much notice of her. But just this Tuesday, after the culmination of the nutrition month, I don’t have the enthusiasm to enter my last class. Everybody is so tired after the activity in the morning and everybody wishes the day to end right away. Then I met Daphne as I was going out of the faculty room. She was surprised that she didn’t knew I am a teacher in the High School Department. I read in her face that it is a pleasure to see me there. It made me smile wide and she smiled wider. But I have to go on because I will be late in class.
Few days later, as the jeep I was riding on stopped for some more pasaheros, it was Daphne getting inside and she gave me that sweet angelic smile again. The vacant seat they got is five people away from me but I can hear her conversing with her adult companion. She was telling her about me. The more I smiled when she said I am her CLASSMATE! He he he…well, the adult was amused and so was I, but hey, it’s true isn’t it? We are studying karate in the same classroom (ground floor of Epiphany Church), with the same schedule (MWF) and under the same teacher, Sensei Jun, therefore we are classmates.
Then last Friday August 3, 2007, we are about to start and she isn’t yet around. Her friend, Kim who is a quiet and honest girl, told us that she might not be coming because she has an appointment with her doctor. When asked why,she said that Daphne told her it’s about dieting! hmmm… the little girl is already figure concious, huh? But she just amused us gain this time.
When we were about to start, she joined us with her maong on. Poor Daphne, Sensei reprimanded her because of that. Have he only known that she just came from a visit and because of her eagerness to join us, she didn’t drop by her house to get a change of clothes, maybe he too would be amused as well.
After the session, she is again so noisy running, laughing and playing with the other kids until her sundo tagged her to go home.
There’s this cute little girl in the gym whose name is Daphne. Around 9 years old, tan, chubby, talkative, playfull, beautiful especially with her smile. The niece of Ms. Sanil. She is an elementary here in San Jose School.
I didn’t take that much notice of her. But just this Tuesday, after the culmination of the nutrition month, I don’t have the enthusiasm to enter my last class. Everybody is so tired after the activity in the morning and everybody wishes the day to end right away. Then I met Daphne as I was going out of the faculty room. She was surprised that she didn’t knew I am a teacher in the High School Department. I read in her face that it is a pleasure to see me there. It made me smile wide and she smiled wider. But I have to go on because I will be late in class.
Few days later, as the jeep I was riding on stopped for some more pasaheros, it was Daphne getting inside and she gave me that sweet angelic smile again. The vacant seat they got is five people away from me but I can hear her conversing with her adult companion. She was telling her about me. The more I smiled when she said I am her CLASSMATE! He he he…well, the adult was amused and so was I, but hey, it’s true isn’t it? We are studying karate in the same classroom (ground floor of Epiphany Church), with the same schedule (MWF) and under the same teacher, Sensei Jun, therefore we are classmates.
Then last Friday August 3, 2007, we are about to start and she isn’t yet around. Her friend, Kim who is a quiet and honest girl, told us that she might not be coming because she has an appointment with her doctor. When asked why,she said that Daphne told her it’s about dieting! hmmm… the little girl is already figure concious, huh? But she just amused us gain this time.
When we were about to start, she joined us with her maong on. Poor Daphne, Sensei reprimanded her because of that. Have he only known that she just came from a visit and because of her eagerness to join us, she didn’t drop by her house to get a change of clothes, maybe he too would be amused as well.
After the session, she is again so noisy running, laughing and playing with the other kids until her sundo tagged her to go home.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Another school year
A few hours from now, I will be back to San Jose High School for a meeting that will start another school year. It's happy and sad. Sad because many of our colleagues will not be with us in search of greener pasture. Public school teachers receive twice or thrice of our monthly pay. A few hours ago, Joan, another close friend and colleague confirmed that she will resign to work as a call center agent in Manila. I wish her good luck for I know that she needs it more.
Though many will go, I am anxious to meet new colleagues who will later be friends. One friend from the past will even be one among us starting tomorrow. I am also anticipating the many changes that will happen this school year for the improvement of the curriculum, facilities and of course our skills (and I hope and dearly hope a big raise in our salaries).
But no matter if it is sad, happy or a combination of both, with this new school year also comes a better me. I vowed not to let anything to get in the way of improving my craft and creativity. It is a way to celebrate the gifts God gave me. No matter how simple or ordinary they are. I hope this year I'll be able to do it.
Though many will go, I am anxious to meet new colleagues who will later be friends. One friend from the past will even be one among us starting tomorrow. I am also anticipating the many changes that will happen this school year for the improvement of the curriculum, facilities and of course our skills (and I hope and dearly hope a big raise in our salaries).
But no matter if it is sad, happy or a combination of both, with this new school year also comes a better me. I vowed not to let anything to get in the way of improving my craft and creativity. It is a way to celebrate the gifts God gave me. No matter how simple or ordinary they are. I hope this year I'll be able to do it.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Photos
It's photo spam day he he he.... Simply just want to share some photos taken from the past
somewhere in windy Cagayan
A hole on the roof. History says many people went into this cave to secure their lives during the WWII and many of them died.
Boats for rent for Php 1,000.00 each. Capacity: 10-14 people to tour around the tourist spots and go around SNORKELING!!!
White sand beaches are many. It takes a boat ride to go some of the islands of Mindoro where there are no houses nor resorts where one can experience the serenity of the place. And there are less people too.
Ahhh...Melanchony...the feeling of experiencing the luxury and beauty of the place but with the knowing that it wont last forever...
Dusk on the gulf.
At dawn, colleagues wake up early to have a healthy walk by the beach and some picture taking too. The camera man is unaware that he is the subject of my lens...he he he
No, that's not a volcano. Just a mountain at Puerto Galera at dawn.
In every place we go, it's nice to have a visit to God in His house.
These yachts are also for rent. Didn't bother to ask how much.
No dress code here. Wear anything you are comfortable with whether it's a bikini or the classical Filipino swim wear: T-shirt and shorts...he he he
The picture of a Mountain of virgin forests and the fresh and clean blue-green sea. Underneath thrives a variety of rich marine life protected by the local government for tourism and ecology. Sorry, I can't show you how it looks like underneath the sea for lack of waterproof camera. But it would be more fun experiencing it first-hand. Snorkeling costs only around Php 100.00 - 150.00. One can also go on diving but they have to bring with them their own diving gears or rent it from a shop in the town center, which is some kilometers away.
Truly the Philippines is rich with beautiful places to go. My plan this summer is to hike up the mountains of my hometown and capture the Cordilleran spirit. I just hope I will be able to do that...he he he
somewhere in windy Cagayan
Inside Cal-lao Cave (as pronounced), Cagayan
Statue of the Virgin Mary near the cave's altar where we had mass
Halsema highway
Good morning, Sayangan!
Parish church inside Saint Paul's Academy
Wandering dog @ Puerto Galera
The rich color of the ocean
Batangas Port
Boats for rent for Php 1,000.00 each. Capacity: 10-14 people to tour around the tourist spots and go around SNORKELING!!!
Where wild monkeys thrive in Mindoro
Boat ride!
The tour
At dawn, colleagues wake up early to have a healthy walk by the beach and some picture taking too. The camera man is unaware that he is the subject of my lens...he he he
Truly the Philippines is rich with beautiful places to go. My plan this summer is to hike up the mountains of my hometown and capture the Cordilleran spirit. I just hope I will be able to do that...he he he
A quote from an uncle
Just want to share an uncle's wisdom shared from the clan's yahoo group...
To all in the Indaw and Basali branch,
Whilst looking at the old and new pictures posted here by Egbert, I thought of this.....
that THERE IS HEALING IN REMINSCING THE PAST!..... somehow, there is a feeling of CONTENTMENT, JOY AND SATISFACTION! it is making us WHOLE AGAIN! This is so because we are able to connect the PAST, the PRESENT and perhaps we are now able to VENTURE INTO THE FUTURE WITH RENEWED SPIRIT AND VIGOUR! WITH UNDERSTANDING AND LOVE!
I hope this is true to some of you.
Manny
To all in the Indaw and Basali branch,
Whilst looking at the old and new pictures posted here by Egbert, I thought of this.....
that THERE IS HEALING IN REMINSCING THE PAST!..... somehow, there is a feeling of CONTENTMENT, JOY AND SATISFACTION! it is making us WHOLE AGAIN! This is so because we are able to connect the PAST, the PRESENT and perhaps we are now able to VENTURE INTO THE FUTURE WITH RENEWED SPIRIT AND VIGOUR! WITH UNDERSTANDING AND LOVE!
I hope this is true to some of you.
Manny
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
She now rests in heaven
At last Mam Mayo was laid to rest this noon at the Baguio Memorial Cemetery. We bade farewell to a holy woman. While observing the burial rites, It came upon my mind the memories with her and her family. Again, it made me teary eyed.
I remember the time when we ate Cim asked me to join them in the mass at SM. I thought I was going home after that but I ended up having breakfast with them and joining the family in sending 'te Cim in the terminal.
She never was my teacher but when I was still in college, I was with CYA when she came inside the Alumni office. She offered me her "baon", a pack of cookies she bought from the grocery. Though I wasn't hungry, I got some because I don't want to offend this kind and demure woman.
Once when going up General Luna St. feeling sad, she happily called me and hugged me. I know my face tells what I'm feeling but by that simple gesture, she comforted me.
There are a lot of memories, good memories shared with her and her family but the most precious of those are her smiles. The feeling of acceptance and kindness. These qualities, I wish to emulate. I thank God for making me know Mam and her family.
The truth dawned on me this morning is that we all know she is now in heaven. But it also means we will surely miss her. God bless her soul.
I remember the time when we ate Cim asked me to join them in the mass at SM. I thought I was going home after that but I ended up having breakfast with them and joining the family in sending 'te Cim in the terminal.
She never was my teacher but when I was still in college, I was with CYA when she came inside the Alumni office. She offered me her "baon", a pack of cookies she bought from the grocery. Though I wasn't hungry, I got some because I don't want to offend this kind and demure woman.
Once when going up General Luna St. feeling sad, she happily called me and hugged me. I know my face tells what I'm feeling but by that simple gesture, she comforted me.
There are a lot of memories, good memories shared with her and her family but the most precious of those are her smiles. The feeling of acceptance and kindness. These qualities, I wish to emulate. I thank God for making me know Mam and her family.
The truth dawned on me this morning is that we all know she is now in heaven. But it also means we will surely miss her. God bless her soul.
Monday, May 3, 2010
a raconteur's attempt: I-TUBDAY (UPDATED)
I love reading Lovelyn's posts. Highly recommendable for especially for OFW moms. Follow this link:
a raconteur's attempt: I-TUBDAY (UPDATED)
a raconteur's attempt: I-TUBDAY (UPDATED)
Saturday, May 1, 2010
One Wedding and a Funeral
Wedding this morning was so touching. I shed tears when the bride and groom were sharing their message in the Church. Finally, two of our friends and former colleagues tied the knot. Maricel and Jeremy, both musically inclined and devout Christians are going to start a family. Everybody wishes them well and say "hope you'll have children who will become priests/nuns in the future". God bless to both of them.
Arriving from Kapangan from the wedding celebration, I refreshed a little and went right away to the funeral of Mrs. C."Lac" F. Mayo. Heard the mass commemorating a life well lived for 68 years. She's not a smoker but they say lung cancer claimed her. I remember her so well as the sweet, smiling, kind lady. Met her when she was near her retirement but in her matured age, she showed me that a woman can still be beautiful and well loved despite the age. In my eyes, she's like the matured Audrey Hepburn. The grace and her character outshines her frail and old body. This is an example I want to follow. Godbless Ma'am Mayo's soul.
Arriving from Kapangan from the wedding celebration, I refreshed a little and went right away to the funeral of Mrs. C."Lac" F. Mayo. Heard the mass commemorating a life well lived for 68 years. She's not a smoker but they say lung cancer claimed her. I remember her so well as the sweet, smiling, kind lady. Met her when she was near her retirement but in her matured age, she showed me that a woman can still be beautiful and well loved despite the age. In my eyes, she's like the matured Audrey Hepburn. The grace and her character outshines her frail and old body. This is an example I want to follow. Godbless Ma'am Mayo's soul.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
"Once you realize that the road is the goal and that you are always on the road, not to reach a goal, but to enjoy its beauty and its wisdom, life ceases to be a task and becomes natural and simple, in itself an ecstasy.
Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj, 1897-1981
Indian Spiritual Teacher"
Just sharing another wisdom that encourages to "to stop and smell the flowers." For the past days enjoying vacation at home, it gave me the time to stop, reflect and savor life at simplicity. I should have been enrolled to continue my graduate studies this summer but circumstances failed me to do so. Instead, it gave me the opportunity to sit back and enjoy the beauty and wisdom of life. At least I was able to watch and be inspired by Michael Jackson's songs, story and memorial (hey, that was almost year ago!), to pay a visit to my uncles, aunties and cousins (they only live in the same barangay Pico), to have coffee with friends and continue my piano lessons (yes, still at this age).
Simple things in life they are but it helped me to be refreshed, renewed and be ready for the next school year.
There are still some "to do" list waiting to be accomplished, movies long stored in the laptop to be watched after it was downloaded almost a year ago, a wedding to attend and books to read. But there is no need to rush, just tackle them one at a time.
Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj, 1897-1981
Indian Spiritual Teacher"
Just sharing another wisdom that encourages to "to stop and smell the flowers." For the past days enjoying vacation at home, it gave me the time to stop, reflect and savor life at simplicity. I should have been enrolled to continue my graduate studies this summer but circumstances failed me to do so. Instead, it gave me the opportunity to sit back and enjoy the beauty and wisdom of life. At least I was able to watch and be inspired by Michael Jackson's songs, story and memorial (hey, that was almost year ago!), to pay a visit to my uncles, aunties and cousins (they only live in the same barangay Pico), to have coffee with friends and continue my piano lessons (yes, still at this age).
Simple things in life they are but it helped me to be refreshed, renewed and be ready for the next school year.
There are still some "to do" list waiting to be accomplished, movies long stored in the laptop to be watched after it was downloaded almost a year ago, a wedding to attend and books to read. But there is no need to rush, just tackle them one at a time.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Palawan 2010
With a budget of around Php 10,000.00 per pax, they say it's almost the same as going to Hong Kong or Taiwan. But I say, the experience would never be the same and as exciting as going through the natural wonders of Palawan.
Palawan for me used to be a subject to be studied in my elementary and high school days. I never ever dreamed of reaching that place (much more by plane) though I wonder how beautiful it is...But a few days ago, I was there and even wanting to have more of it, he he he...
Three nights and two days of going around Puerto Princesa is not even enough to see and experience the beautiful sights and eat delicious fresh sea food. The largest city in the Philippines in terms of land area, it is also the safest because it doesn't have any fault line, seldom do typhoons reach the area and there are no volcanoes. Not even pick pockets and hold-uppers are around. Cost of living is cheap compared to La Trinidad and houses can be built of light materials (pawid). The weather, it is as warm as the low land areas of the Philippines, but I say it is tolerable. Maybe because of the sea breeze or because it is February? But it is not as hot as Manila.
Internet and communications through cell phones are also available. Some parts or Puerto Princesa where commercial electricity is not available is powered by solar electricity. It is also one of the greenest and cleanest city in the Philippines. The city is more of like a rural area/province in comparison with my home town, La Trinidad. But there are some 24 hours shops like Jollibee and Dunkin Donuts and tricycles.
For people seeking for peaceful and simple get-away, Puerto Princesa can do.
I noticed that there are many foreigner visitors. Tagalog and English can be used and some even can speak Ilocano. There are also some kababayans from Benguet who are residing there. At the plane, we even met a cute stewardess from Bauko, Mountain Province.
Their tourist tour is also organized. Tour vans are provided by the local government but the guides are private in operation.
Day 1: Thursday February 18, 2010
Puerto Princesa Airport
When we arrived at Puerto Princesa, we had a Eucharistic celebration by Fr. Abner after our check-in. Then we had lunch followed by a city tour to Immaculate Conception Cathedral. The architecture is similar to that of our Baguio Cathedral except that is is not on top of a hill. We also passed by the Plaza Cuartel, then to the Crocodile Farm wherein the wounded crocs captured from poachers are taken cared of. Wow, it is my first time to see live crocs and they are even bigger than me.
Then off we go the the Mitra ranch. There I learned that the late Sen. Ramon Mitra has a fondness for Benguet people. He used to be one of the governors of the old Mountain Province. Though he was born in Palawan, he grew up and studied in Benguet. The Hamada family is where his father came from. When we had the tour in their ranch, it was only our delegation who were exclusively allowed to enter inside their house. Their helpers told us how the late senator gave special treatment to people of Benguet. Hmmm....it made me admire him, eh.
The teachers of San Jose High School
After that, we went to Baker's Hill to have some snack then we go the the Iwahig Penal farm. It is a place established by the Americans where hardened criminals are sent. (Mr. Laruan, our principal, said that one of his uncles were sent there because he is a victim of injustice). It was so hot but very wide and vast in land area. Here, the prisoners can have a chance to live outside the metal rails. They can go out in the fields and work. They cannot escape though because if they will go up in the mountains, they will surely die of Malaria and if they will to go to the city, the people will bring them back. The people know one another because of the few population. What is good in the penal farm is that the prisoners will have a chance to live and work for their own not just be sitting inside the jail. The farm produces rice to be bought by the Dept. of Justice and the money goes to the needs of the prison and of the prisoners. Then we went back home to the city at around 6pm. It took us approximately two hours travel time without traffic and with the van running at a fast speed. Then we had some shopping and made the salesladies so confused with our haggling and with our number.
Destination
After breakfast, we started our 18 kms trip for Sabang where the Underground River is. It is a river under a mountain which forms a face of a man. And they named that mountain St. Paul. Along the way, we had a stop over in the view deck overlooking a sea where sharks roam. Our guide told us that in the earlier times, warring tribes used to throw the head of their opponents in that sea to be eaten by the sharks. It also used to be the only way going to Sabang when the road is not yer built. Sharks used to accompany them with their tour... he he he. Then we continued and stopped for a while at the bay area where our guides registered us and waited for our turn to ride the motorboat going to our destination. Tourist can reach the place through trekking but it will take a day. When we arrived, there are a lot of tourists waiting for their turn to go inside the cave and we have to register again and wait for our turn. It took us around an hour to wait but it's alright because the experience of paddling inside the underground river is worth it. It's just that my camera cannot record the beauty inside. One needs a high powered flash and light because of the darkness. There are also bats inside and snakes in the water. But is is worthwhile looking at the various rock formations, stalactites and stalagmites. It took us 20 minutes of sight seeing. We did not go through the 8 kms stretch for one needs a special permit to be inside the very depts of the river cave. Meaning, it is more adventurous but one needs more special equipment to go through it.
Inside the cave
The Forest Reserve
Find the "Bayawak" (A local giant reptile)
After that, we had our lunch in the forest reserve area where the guides cautioned us against monkeys who love to steal anything that they can eat and will throw back digicams that they can't chew. It is a sure way to destroy the cam and the pictures inside it.
Vietnamese Village
Going back to the city, we had a side trip to the Vietnamese Village where refugees from the Vietnam war was temporarily placed under the Aquino administration. Now, it is more of a ghost town. The houses are abandoned though there are only three families left to maintain the restaurant and the souvenir shop. Aside from the Buddhist Temple, there is also a Catholic chapel for there are some Viets who were converted to Catholicism.
Then when we were back in the city, I joined some teachers who went to the market to buy dried fish as pasalubong. Dannggit which costs around Php 600.00 per kilo in Baguio can be baught for Php 290.00. It made our room smell like Danggit when we were back in the inn.
Before breakfast, we had again a Holy Mass. It is already time to pack our baggage. Since our flight back to Manila is 7:30 pm, we spent our free time shopping and going around the city. I was able to see their museum which costs an adult 20 pesos only. Then we chance to see native Aetas who were ferried back to the mountains after their medical check up. They were escorted by marines. Then we went to the mall. Their mall is more of like a huge grocery. There is a play area and TV viewing area. Malls in Baguio are still bigger. 7 hours of free time is not enough to tour the city. But we have to be inside the terminal at 4pm for our check in.
Our flight was delayed for 30 minutes because our plane has to wait for the Zest plane to vacate the loading area. There I learned that prices inside the terminal (and much more inside the plane) is much higher compared to prices outside (which is only a few meters away). A can of soda which costs 15 pesos outside the terminal is 30 pesos. Walk a few steps inside the waiting area and that will cost 40 pesos. Anyway, the flight back to Manila was just 50 minutes. We transferred to Genesis bus and we are back home in La Trinidad at 5 o'clock am Sunday morning with the cool morning air welcoming us back home.
I wish I can go back and tour the places I haven't seen. Hmmm....I did I hear our next tour will be in Bohol? he he he...
Palawan for me used to be a subject to be studied in my elementary and high school days. I never ever dreamed of reaching that place (much more by plane) though I wonder how beautiful it is...But a few days ago, I was there and even wanting to have more of it, he he he...
Mean and me
Three nights and two days of going around Puerto Princesa is not even enough to see and experience the beautiful sights and eat delicious fresh sea food. The largest city in the Philippines in terms of land area, it is also the safest because it doesn't have any fault line, seldom do typhoons reach the area and there are no volcanoes. Not even pick pockets and hold-uppers are around. Cost of living is cheap compared to La Trinidad and houses can be built of light materials (pawid). The weather, it is as warm as the low land areas of the Philippines, but I say it is tolerable. Maybe because of the sea breeze or because it is February? But it is not as hot as Manila.
Internet and communications through cell phones are also available. Some parts or Puerto Princesa where commercial electricity is not available is powered by solar electricity. It is also one of the greenest and cleanest city in the Philippines. The city is more of like a rural area/province in comparison with my home town, La Trinidad. But there are some 24 hours shops like Jollibee and Dunkin Donuts and tricycles.
For people seeking for peaceful and simple get-away, Puerto Princesa can do.
I noticed that there are many foreigner visitors. Tagalog and English can be used and some even can speak Ilocano. There are also some kababayans from Benguet who are residing there. At the plane, we even met a cute stewardess from Bauko, Mountain Province.
Their tourist tour is also organized. Tour vans are provided by the local government but the guides are private in operation.
Our Tour
Day 1: Thursday February 18, 2010
At the Crocodile farm. Picture above: A Palawan weaver.
When we arrived at Puerto Princesa, we had a Eucharistic celebration by Fr. Abner after our check-in. Then we had lunch followed by a city tour to Immaculate Conception Cathedral. The architecture is similar to that of our Baguio Cathedral except that is is not on top of a hill. We also passed by the Plaza Cuartel, then to the Crocodile Farm wherein the wounded crocs captured from poachers are taken cared of. Wow, it is my first time to see live crocs and they are even bigger than me.
Then off we go the the Mitra ranch. There I learned that the late Sen. Ramon Mitra has a fondness for Benguet people. He used to be one of the governors of the old Mountain Province. Though he was born in Palawan, he grew up and studied in Benguet. The Hamada family is where his father came from. When we had the tour in their ranch, it was only our delegation who were exclusively allowed to enter inside their house. Their helpers told us how the late senator gave special treatment to people of Benguet. Hmmm....it made me admire him, eh.
Mitra's House
The teachers of San Jose High School
Palawan's Baywalk
After that, we went to Baker's Hill to have some snack then we go the the Iwahig Penal farm. It is a place established by the Americans where hardened criminals are sent. (Mr. Laruan, our principal, said that one of his uncles were sent there because he is a victim of injustice). It was so hot but very wide and vast in land area. Here, the prisoners can have a chance to live outside the metal rails. They can go out in the fields and work. They cannot escape though because if they will go up in the mountains, they will surely die of Malaria and if they will to go to the city, the people will bring them back. The people know one another because of the few population. What is good in the penal farm is that the prisoners will have a chance to live and work for their own not just be sitting inside the jail. The farm produces rice to be bought by the Dept. of Justice and the money goes to the needs of the prison and of the prisoners. Then we went back home to the city at around 6pm. It took us approximately two hours travel time without traffic and with the van running at a fast speed. Then we had some shopping and made the salesladies so confused with our haggling and with our number.
Day 2: Friday of February 19, 2010
Overlooking the bay of sharks
Our tour van
Sabang Bay
Local children
San Jose High School teachers fishing like children
Mt. of St. Paul. Underneath is the underground river. The under highest tip of the nose is where "the Cathedral" rock formation is.
Destination
Cave entrance
Inside the caveSome rock formation 
The Forest Reserve
After that, we had our lunch in the forest reserve area where the guides cautioned us against monkeys who love to steal anything that they can eat and will throw back digicams that they can't chew. It is a sure way to destroy the cam and the pictures inside it.
Vietnamese Village
Going back to the city, we had a side trip to the Vietnamese Village where refugees from the Vietnam war was temporarily placed under the Aquino administration. Now, it is more of a ghost town. The houses are abandoned though there are only three families left to maintain the restaurant and the souvenir shop. Aside from the Buddhist Temple, there is also a Catholic chapel for there are some Viets who were converted to Catholicism.
Then when we were back in the city, I joined some teachers who went to the market to buy dried fish as pasalubong. Dannggit which costs around Php 600.00 per kilo in Baguio can be baught for Php 290.00. It made our room smell like Danggit when we were back in the inn.
Day 3: Saturday February 20, 2010
Before breakfast, we had again a Holy Mass. It is already time to pack our baggage. Since our flight back to Manila is 7:30 pm, we spent our free time shopping and going around the city. I was able to see their museum which costs an adult 20 pesos only. Then we chance to see native Aetas who were ferried back to the mountains after their medical check up. They were escorted by marines. Then we went to the mall. Their mall is more of like a huge grocery. There is a play area and TV viewing area. Malls in Baguio are still bigger. 7 hours of free time is not enough to tour the city. But we have to be inside the terminal at 4pm for our check in.
Our flight was delayed for 30 minutes because our plane has to wait for the Zest plane to vacate the loading area. There I learned that prices inside the terminal (and much more inside the plane) is much higher compared to prices outside (which is only a few meters away). A can of soda which costs 15 pesos outside the terminal is 30 pesos. Walk a few steps inside the waiting area and that will cost 40 pesos. Anyway, the flight back to Manila was just 50 minutes. We transferred to Genesis bus and we are back home in La Trinidad at 5 o'clock am Sunday morning with the cool morning air welcoming us back home.
I wish I can go back and tour the places I haven't seen. Hmmm....I did I hear our next tour will be in Bohol? he he he...
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