A Long Weekend

The National Heros' Day fell on a Sunday. This holiday is usually known as Bonifacio Day. He is the contender of Rizal for the National Hero. So, he fortunately falls second only to the great Jose. What does one do on a long weekend like this. I cancelled our plan to visit Paskuhan Village, now called Hilaga, to view the giant Christmas lanterns which show Kapampangan's craftmanship in lantern-making. I was down with a bad cold and cough. I had to consult a government physician for my antibiotics. I stayed in bed the whole Saturday, watching television. I took hold of my 50th birthday video taken by choirmate Levy Certeza. It was four years ago but didn't feel I'm fours years older. It took this long before I could appreciate the fun we had during the celebration at Fernino's KTV. The songs of yesteryears i belted, "The Nearness of You", Sir Rick's "Ebb Tide", "Amor"; Manay Elvie's Evergreen. Then the modern songs of Archie, our organist, the new member from Citihomes belting a la Josh Groban. But the most striking was my duet with my eldest son, Erik in the song by Barry Manilow, "Somewhere Down the Road". Teng belted out his rock lullabye as well. Niña, whom I thought was Erik's gf, rendered "Breathless. The video ended with cake lighting, singing birthdya song, slicing of the cake plus cake icing facepainting. I have to wait for four years ... to appreciate simple joys. That's the problem of many people nowadays. They're too busy to appreciate life. I thank that single day God told me to rest and value my only LIFE.

Green Chocolate Hills

Bohol - famous for the 8th wonder of the world chocolate hills found only in the Visayas region of the Philippines, but during the rainy months the hills are covered with green grass.

A Lesson in Humility

Three months ago. That's how new I am in my present office. We have been asked to submit promotion papers for the official position of Principal I. I'm indeed very lucky. From Teacher I to Head Teacher I and soon Principal I.

I give back all my thanks to God for the tremendous blessings. I did not ask for much but he gave so much in return. I just did what I felt was best; not even a sacrifice was offered. All the trials, I embraced it. I accepted it as part of life of a grown-up individual. Sons both employed. All are blessed.

In the present office, a lot of blessings have been showered again. The teachers are young and resilient. Just like sponges, they're ready to absorb everything. I just have to be careful with the role modeling on my part. I didn't have a problem in this aspect even in the past. Students look up to me though I don't exert much effort. I'm just me.

One of the challenges I faced in this new task was settling the grievances of the English Department. I am very pleased with the performance of the Department because they placed 2nd in school level, Araling Panlipunan being the topnotcher. The problem was the behavior of the subject coordinator. He forgot teachers are human beings - intelligent at that. They don't have to be treated like illiterate indios during the Spanish era. I was not new in this arena. I went through a lot at Golden Acres during my 9 years of stay. I can solve the problem in just one sitting. And I did! To teach the lesson of humility is a piece of cake. I intended to relieve him in his temporary assignment. And how he begged to be given a second chance! The teachers were so compassionate to give in to his request. When a person asks for apology, is the start of humility. That's the best application at the end of a lesson.

Singing Latin Mass Hymns

I feel exceptionally proud whenever I am able to join my choir outside the parish to sing in a mass in Latin. The practice under Arthur Medina is very stressful. He demands performance level even during the rehearsals. Last time I failed to join the choir because I was scheduled to be introduced to the teachers in my new assignment as Officer-in-Charge. It was disappointing knowing that another chance may not come again very soon. But I was wrong. Our choir got invited again last June 21.

We sang "Canticurum for the entrance hymn, followed by "Kyrie and "Gloria". For the offertory, we sang "Jesus Amante", followed by "Sanctus","Agnus Dei" and for the communion,"Venid, Venid". We got surprised when Fr. Vir Mendoza chanted the in liturgy of the Eucharist. We were not prepared for the responses but we have to trust our rusting memory for the lines (that was more than half a century ago when I last recited those lines).

As a preschool child, I used to sing with the church choir songs I do not understand but just the same sang from the heart because I knew those were praise songs for the Lord and other Saints especially Mama Mary. We were raised in strictly Spanish culture, thus the strong faith in supreme God and the veneration of Saints during feast days.

At the Imus Diocese music ministry seminar workshop, it was discussed that Latin songs will be revived in the Catholic mass. I'm sure it will draw a lot of reactions. I'm not so good in singing these Latin songs but I welcome it. It gives a cleansing effect though the language is alien but the meaning is in my heart embedded by the culture and legacy handed down by our ancestors.

First Day as OIC-Principal

June 10 is the big day in Philippine education: the first day of school for school year 2008-2009. I reported for the flag ceremony at 6:00am. It rained earlier so I thought the ceremony was not conducted. But I saw the flag was already raised. After a short conversation with Mr. Balistoy, the English Subject Chairman, I learned that they have not conducted the flag-raising yet. I requested that the flag raising be conducted.

Many late enrollees came and I dealt with them. Transferees are scheduled to be back June 23. I requested for the names of the prospect transferees written on a piece of paper. Piece of cake. Nothing new to me.

At about 11:00am, Miss Capistrano, the new Principal of Golden Acres National High phoned to inform me that Dr. Victoriano, SDS, called to ask her to inform me that Usec. Vilma Labrador will visit me. That created firework in my head. I was requested to text the SDS that I received her message. And the SDS replied reiterating what was relayed by Ms. Capistrano. As a routine, I told the canteen manager to prepare lunch for the coming visitor/s. I also asked the Guidance to prepare a Welcome bulletin board.

The waiting minutes were dragging. I felt I was in the labor room of a hospital. It was not painful in any way. It was just agonizing and at the same time thrilling. I didn't recall the exact time when they finally arrived, about 12:20pm? The teachers requested that am classes be dismissed earlier. The PM students have arrrived and the campus is buzzing with young voices. The USEC commented how noisy it was in my school. The SDS helped me in explaining that the PM students have arrived. I was told to use the public sound system to ask the student to enter their classroom and be quiet. Some students did not hear the announcement. I repeated in the bilingual dialect. The USEC requested the present teachers to come inside the Principal's Office.

And we entered the Principal's Office. There the USEC delivered a short talk on the three A's that will help the teachers' job light: Awareness, Acceptance, Action. A teacher has to be aware of the situation and accept such so that she/he can take action. And the bigger announcement was made. "Your Principal is my niece." I kept the information all these time and there it is... I can no longer deny and why should I? She inquired on amenities like service vehicle, items, number of teachers.

I was a big shot after the visit. I felt they couldn't take me for granted anymore. Even the SDS was extra concerned for me not like before when she would tell me that I am poor in people leadership. A late emergency meeting was called at the Division office. I knew the looks in the eyes of the Principals and Supervisors... so this is the USEC's niece.

Thy Will Be Done

Exactly the same date after my last spot, I was called to the Division Office. The wait is over. The ranking was announced. Finally, Miss Capistrano will be the next Principal of Golden Acres National Hi. Second rank, Mr. Rigon will take Miss Capistrano's post. Rank 3: Mr. Parilla will occupy Mr. Rigon's post. Dr. Valdez takes 4th rank; she is assigned at CAA Annex. I get the fifth rank and I am to be assigned at Gatchalian. I accepted the assignment with a heavy heart. Aside from the great distance, I will be with a notorious personality in DepEd Las Piñas history. God read my thoughts. I was called back to the Superintendent's office. It was almost 5 o'clock and I was wondering what the agenda was. The Superintendent explained that there was a technicality in the decision. Mr. Parilla holds the item of Teacher III while I hold Head Teacher I. Therefore, I should be ahead in rank; I should be in Equittable Annex. I felt so relieved and grateful. It was answered prayer.

Once again, I confirm God's love and protection. A great sinner that I am, yet He never abandons me.

Divine Sign

I was deep in prayer with both knees knelt down. My petitions included the immediate principalship/oic post, the enrolment of Academy of the Virgin Empress this coming opening of the SY 2008-2009. Somehow I also included Myrene, my teacher, that she'll overcome her situation. I didn't ask God for any sign. I seldom ask for signs. I'm always the "thy will be done" type. A very unexpected turn unfolded before everybody's eyes. My companions were singing our hyms. A little boy, we fondly call him Aloy, son of Ronel and Cristy Reyes, approached the "altar" and handed me a stem of yellow chrysanthemums. Gratefully, I reached for the chrysanthemums and placed it in the vase nearest me. I finished my prayer and went back to my seat. It didn't reflect anything to me other than a little boy being sweet who is offering flowers to the Virgin Mary since May is the flores de Mayo month.

After I have settled back in my chair, Mam Lit asked me what the color of the flower (she said "rose", but I corrected her that it was the same as the one we had for the offering). She looked at me with such emotion. "It will be granted, you will become oic", she told me. She attributed the yellow chrysanthemums as a divine sign that God will grant my prayer. Overwhelmed, I could hardly react except for a soft "Thank you".

Our conference followed with the usual lectionary about having natural and super natural faith. It was mentioned again - her own experience of having received yellow flowers - as God's sign, though she did not mention to our group my personal intention. Deep in my heart, I was so grateful about her interpretation of the incident. God's will be done unto me, alleluia. AMEN

Labor Day Trek to the Crater of Taal Volcano

Three years ago, a few students of mine took a trip to Talisay, Batangas. We had a guide, a child only. We wanted to go near the Taal Volcano. The trip pushed through but our guide failed to show us the right turn. We insted went direct to Tagaytay and farther and farther until we reached Lemery. The group got hungry so we decided to stop and enjoy the rest of the day swimming in a public resort.

Today, my long dream materialized. With the Marquezes, I enjoyed a free ride in their Adventure to Banga, Talisay where Ben Jumarang - hubby of co-choir member Manay Elvie - came from. We crossed Taal Lake in a motor boat. The trip seemed less than 30 minutes. The exciting part is the horseback ride to the crater of the volcano. It was my first experience to ride horse. I felt nervous but my sense of adventurism got over me. I trusted our guides.

I felt funny when the horse started to move. The choppy motion made me laugh. I still felt tense in the first 10 minutes seeing we're going up and the trail was rough and narrow. It was becoming hot as we climb higher and higher. I was ready with my sunblock and native hat. My guide, an elementary graduate forgot his cap. He was not immune to the heat from the King Sun. Besides, it was very dusty. We bathed ourselves with the dust and the smell of horse shit. As we went higher, I felt pity for the horse, which would stop from time to time for a brief air.

AT last the crater! What do you know? It's not the one visible in Tagaytay. It's a different part of the volcano apart from that small mountain admired whenever I pass Tagaytay. it's a big mouth for a volcano. The water was all green and smelled not very nice - sulfur. Look, down there! There's smoke coming out! And another one there! I showed my companions how good my far-sighted vision. Hah! This is life. Once in a while, I try to forget my obligations and enjoy my remaining late adolescent stage days.

Message in a Cone

A note from another student who didn't sign in full dated April 4, 2000:





Earth is fast revolving around the sun and another
batch of naughty students is gonna say goodbye
and that's us, the craziest students.
I wanna say thank you for all the
things; your lessons and your
patience even though I'm
sleeping in your subject,
I assure you I learn a
lot from you becoz
in my dreams you're
still teaching
me how to
face the
world.

Clean-Up and Tree Program

The closing of Palarong Pambansa in Puerto Prinsesa City, Palawan coincides with the Las Piñas City Clean-Up and Tree Program. April 25 - high school principals attended the closing of the Palarong Pambansa. I was designated OIC by Mam DAvi. What sheer luck for me! I have to manage that teachers will cooperate in the said program. With the help of Mrs. Austero, Mrs. Honrales, Mrs. de Castro and Dr. Ranie Copada, I felt confident that we can succeed.

The CAT trainees were of great help. I am very thankful that they were present. They did most of the dirty ground work - digging the ground, carrying the mahogany seedlings which male teachers will not willingly do. The Supreme Students Government also came to extend a helping hand. I assigned one officer to have the attendance signed by the participants. I divided the participants into two groups: one for the Candido Ramos Drive; the other beside the covered court along Marcos Alvarez Avenue.

Everyone found the program enjoyable though Mrs. Nicolas only prepared coffee and bread.

Michael Olivo, RIP

Let me first thank Mouse e Teclado for the comment to my post "Heartwarming Message". I'm flattered that a big international company paid attention to my post. This made me realize that I should continue writing about my students.

So here, it is.

Let me point out that this post is not so pleasant. I just want to point out that a message given to me long time ago became a reality.

During my first year of teaching at Golden Acres Annex of Las Piñas National High School (Greater Metro Manila, Philippines) I handled the last section (I-El Vibora) in First Year as Adviser. It was my first time to teach the freshmen in my 8 years of teaching. It was a very challenging assignment having to advise students from different family backgrounds.

Michael Olive was one of those who can be considered comfortable because his mother is a city government day care teacher and his father is a Phil. navy serviceman. At the end of the school year, I gave them a slum notebook to write on. This is what Michael wrote:

March 30, 1999

I hate to say goodbye because I will miss my classmates and I don't want to be separated from them. And I'm afraid that the others will be retained in first year. I wish some day the students of I-El Vibora will meet again and that is only my dream. I know it won't happen.

P.S.
I love you Ma'am and I wish you will be my adviser again next school year.
Signed Michael F. Olivo

Michael died from tragic crime after graduation in high school (2003). I just attended my uncle's wake and funeral in Sorsogon. I was not able to pay respect to his remains.

Five years after his death, I chanced on to read former students' messages. I suddenly realized that while still alive he had the vision that he will not meet his classmates again. No matter how, it won't happen to him for he has passed AWAY.

May the soul of Michael Olivo have everlasting peace. May his killers get their just punishment in their next life.

Because of You

Amalia Arafol from I-Sampaguita (Batch 2007-2008) handed me an oslo paper last Feb. 29(2008) containing a poem. I did not expect such an act because I have scolded her a few times for not taking her studies seriously. I have seen that she has potential but she is not exerting any effort to maximize such potential.

Do you know who made me change?
Do you know when I hit the range?
It's the very moment we met
And let me discover things I cannot forget.

You are different above them all
You are the answer upon all call
You can appreciate things undone
You can make two different things one.

It is you who I share my knowledge
And I will not let you stand on the edge
All alone and feel sorry
I will be here, don't worry.

I will be there for bleed and shed
Through my glimpse turns me dead
I will not feel guilt nor repent
I will not and I just can't.

Will you please appreciate
This little poem which I devour my faith
For the very time that you raise me strong
And grasp me from the path of wrong.

Here then, accept my gratitude
And I do, thank your aptitude
Now that I know what to do,
I had changed because of you.

Karen Joy, Salutaturian

Heartwarming Messages

Amalia Arafol writes:
"First of all... thank you po sa lahat ng efforts sa pagtuturo...kahit po minsan sobrang kulit at pasaway ko... naging sobrang concerned pa rin kayo sakin.
Tinuruan nyo po ako na maging mabuting student.. kahit po I'm not that perfect sa pag gawa ng speeches product of my creativity...."

From Angelica Mikaella Federez:
Thank you for everything that you have done to me - for teaching me how to appreciate things. For sharing your knowledge, for those times that I cannot stand on my own, you are the one I can rely on! Thank you Ma'am! especially for appreciating things undone...

According to Elgie Marie Fuego:
Even I'm not a speech club member, I learned from you, a lot! In your movements and the manner of speaking , I see your hidden personlity from you how to standin my own feet. Thank you very much....

Poem from I-Sampaguita

Before SY 2007-2008 closed a group of I-Sampaguita students came to me and gave a gift. The gift is not similar to the usual. It's a green cartolina which contains a copied song entitled "Thanks to You". On the other side is an original composition of Elgie Marie Fuego entitled "Thank You":

For teaching us how to stand
To be creative and imaginative enough
To speak with courage
And to expand our knowledge.

Giving yourself as an example
To imitate by other people
Showing a great difference
And a noticeable patience.

These are some things to realize
To describe,to mention and to recognize
And these are reasons even few
But let us say a . . .

Happy
"Thank you."

In another fold/side of the cartolina are heartwarming messages:

"Even though you are not my mom, you teach me to be a good and kind student, especially a good son...
(Alvin Lake Tubay, Charlie Amarela)

"Maraming salamat sa lahat ng mga naituro nyo sa amin.
(Cagadas & Chuan)

" I know that you got mad when I quit on the Speech Club and I'm very sorry for that. But i thank you for your knowledge you share with me.
I also appreciate all the beautiful deeds you show to me. You help me to enhance my self-confidence that is very useful to me up to now. I wish you all the best and may God Bless You!
(John Allen Fernando)

More to follow on the next blog.

Interact Club of Imus-East Awardees

Congratulations to the following graduating students:
1. Angelie Angel
2. Lara Maris Lorenzo
3. Mikhael Roy Oclos
4. Jan Vincent Veracruz
5. Jerlyn Joy Lasagas
6. Paola Bernadette Roxas
7. Jamel Barbosa
8. William Andales
9. Ceasar Ryan Arenas
10. Ana Riza Jane Tarca

Kamay ni Hesus

Translation: Hands of Jesus
It has been my long-time dream to visit Lucban, Quezon, followed by "Our Lady of Mt. Carmel at Lipa, Batangas. I know it was very remote because of financial concern. With the income of English Dept. this year, the dream has become a reality.

March 15, 2008, a week after Ms. de Lachina's retirement : we finally pushed through our trip in spite of the conflict due to the demise of Ms. Aseron's father. It was exciting on my part as the manager; wheter to push through or postponed. Mrs. Honrales advised that we postponed but I did not heed her. So on we go...

What makes the place fascinating especially for Catholics are the more than life size images of saints. Just near the entrance is the mysteries of the holy rosary all four: Joyful, Light, Sorrowful and Glorious. I had my picture taken with the Last Supper and the Descent of the Holy Spirit. I looked like a small kid with the images.

The church is jampacked with the faithful community from all over the Philippines. Reading the names of donors on the cemented pathway, even balikbayans really found the place a must for their itinerary. With the healing power given to Fr. Joey Faller, countless disabled believers in their wheelchairs go home up on their own legs. For those non believers, the 300 steps journey to the giant Risen Christ is a personal victory. It's much stiffer than the steps of the Baguio Lourdes Grotto. For the believers, going up to the more than life images of the the Stations of the Cross becomes a real sacrifice. They could at least feel the suffering of going up to Mt. Calvary, being exposed to the hot sun and later being drenched by rain.
A little bit of my sins being washed away? That was the primary reason for taking the journey.

Praying that with the management of Fr. Joey Faller, the Kamay Ni Hesus will not turn into a Novaliches or Antipolo. AMEN.

The New OIC

March 6, another program was held at Golden Acres National HS. This time it's the turnover of the retiring Principal to her successor OIC. I admit, I'm very pleased with the development. Mrs. Violeta Gonzales, or Mam Davi to many, has been designated OIC while the next Principal has not been chosen yet. She is willing to give a shoulder that I can cry on. At least, I believe she is genuinely concerned about my plight ever since.

I made the introduction for her in the turnover ceremony. No long speech, just an informal way of introduction:

"Today, I am tasked to talk about a lady... I am greatly honored having assigned to perform the task. When I approached to ask for pertinent personal information, she decline to give me any, rationalizing in all humility that such information is not necessary. I have known her since 1991 as a colleague at Las Piñas National HS (Main). I have known her to be jolly, sweet and considerate. I may not see her often, but when I do, I learn a lot from her. Now that she's going to be our OIC, I hope to learn more from her. Ladies and gentlemen, the OIC of ..... Mrs. Violeta Mabaza Gonzales."

Hazel is Not a Nut

I have been fortunate to have one niece who is sweet and thoughtful. She has made me her idol, that even in the choice of school she chose my alma mater, PWU. We're not so particular about the university. One time she asked me that we meet. It's the first time I have received such invitation from her. The issue? She's a HRM student. She invited me to attend her laboratory in food and beverage. It's a first time for me, especially it coincided with an art exhibit. It sounds exiting.

When we finally met at Southmall, I treated her lunch. She made a few revelations about her other aunts. She has been disappointed by one who just came back from Jordan, and two uncles. She admitted she was afraid of me when she was still a kid. I was strict with my younger siblings, tried to be a role model but somehow didn't work out. We had different background and personalities. We didn't grow up together.

I had the impression that her mother does not understand her - sort of generation gap. Who can understand teen-agers? It's an ordeal for other parents. But I sensed that Hazel is a nice girl. Blood relation is thicker than water and I felt this for Hazel. Diday is not a nut.

Tribute Program for Mam de Lachina

I was tasked to prepare the program for the tribute for Miss de Lachina, our school principal whose retirement is March 7, 2008. The over-all coordinator of the event is the Faculty President, Mr. Rex Magdaluyo. Every department was assigned a different task. I guess, the program was easy and very cheap as far as the logistics is concerned.

I used my personal computer which has a printmaster program. It's very easy to use predesigned cards and other social forms with this program. The cover came out very attractive; looks like Mam is a debutante. The design was a flower; sort of pink lily. It was very fitting for the honoree.

The performers were Cherrie Lou Ignacio who sang "You'll Never Walk Alone; Wennilyn Bunda sang "Special Memory". The song numbers were modern Singkil, modern dance, Esperanza, and lastly tango. I performed the tango with a new teacher, Myrone Bungag. Thank, God. We did justice to the latin dance. The Supreme Government Council officers delivered a farewell message. All teachers sang "Thanks To You". I was so irritated when Mrs. Oliver declined to stay at the back as I have requested because she did not attend a single practice. I conducted as they sang and deep inside my hatred was boiling. Can you imagine? This Oliver stayed at the back of Miss De Lachina "feeling" so nice and close. How I despise that woman who has no ethics and social graces. She is fitted to be in perya in barangay fiestas.

Picture-taking was done by table and by department. So many acted like teen-agers, so eager in posing with Ma'am. Didn't leave the area and joined all picture taking. I joined only once in the table, with English department (once again,how unlady-like was Oliver who posed beside Mam with open mouth and lungs coming out. Disgusting!)

Dr. Victoriano did not attend, sent Mrs. Violeta Gonzales, English Supervisor to deliver/read her message. Everyone was jubilant. I admit, I have never danced nonstop before. I danced with Mr. de Vera, Mr. Pedro, and Sir de los Santos: all Principals. I also danced with Rico Espiritu, a female guest from CAA, Gina Aguites; and the GPTA Pres., Mrs. Aurora Saunar.

I'm happy and proud that the program was very successful. As I admitted in my closing remarks, in all the programs I have prepared, that was the most festive, colorful and most successful. I thank God for this and all the teachers who practiced patiently their production number.

Preparing for Retirement Tribute

I guess, I'm really getting old. It's the first time that my superior is retiring. At 65, she's ripe for retirment. And where does that leave me? I'm in the next circle. No kidding, thinking of retirement gives me the feeling of satisfaction
It's as if nothing bad will happen in thr "future."

The greatest challenge in preparing a retirement tribute is finance. Rex Magdaluyo, initiated the tribute with only 30 thousand budget. Food is the most expensive factor. The invitation is the cheapest. Lucky for English Dept., the task given to is very simple. The only challenge is the selection of performers,emcees, selections to perform.

Fathers Are Men

Here is a poem i composed for my cousin Pia.

Course not the man
Tall and strong
Sweet and gentle
Played serenades with the wind.

Hate not the man
Weak to resist
Vulnerable to charm
Loved a wife more than once.

Love that sinful man
Sick yet proud
True yet lost
Lived through battles and conquests.

Forgive that ageing man
Old, resigned
Blue, despaired
Fathers are not saints, they also sin.

Engr. Jun Lozada

Out of nowhere, here comes a new hero after the revelation of De Venecia on the ZTE controversy. They turned their ire on the father when he was ousted from his post in the Lower House. Is he telling a lie? or the truth? Qood question! Survey says: We Only 8% believed Lozada is lying. Of course, only NCR is involved in the survey.

From his looks, he is very much Chinese from Albay. It was revealed that he could pay P400,000 annually for the membership in Wack-Wack Golf and enjoy all its amenities. Rich guy. But why did he reveal the ZTE deal? Is it for more money to doubly enrich himself? Can't help doubting his motive. We're tired of such issues in politics. Comes the "Gloria Resign" move again from the opponents and religious sector.

Whatever be the motive, this will affect the dollar rate. Whatever it is, we can see the reality in our government. Until now processing of election is done manually. How many elections have already passed after the proposal of its computerization? Teachers were so hopeful that their sufferings during elections will be over? Why can't it become reality? For simple reason that politicians especially those incumbents cannot cheat the result.

It is a noble intention to give the computers to public schools where students cannot afford to buy the gadget or pay internet cafe fees. But in my own experience, our school being a recipient of 10 units of foreign oriented computers, very few students can use the computers; not all teachers can enjoy the facility. So many controlling factors rearding the maintenance.

We thank Jun Lozada, hoping earnestly that we can move one big step: imprison the greatest mastermind of all times - First Gentleman Mike Arroyo.

To Forgive

When I was in the elementary grades, I became a contestant in a declamation competition. "Vengeance Is Ours, It's God's" was my ticket to visit other towns of Sorsogon. I luckily landed the second placer. Tears wouldn't come out as I recited "I saw my father hanging, dead!"

I had a number of ordeals that other people would coax me to do revenge. I have been rebuked, insulted, put to shame, ignored completely for greedy motive. To all these, I fought through logic and temperance. My antagonists, one of whom has intelligence which should enable him to understand complicated conditions; yet until now fail to accept God's will.

Came a time that even young individuals put me in a hot spot when they reported to their teacher in English who was supposed to be my subordinate that I announced during the Festival In English and Speech Talents (FEAST) competition that they were not good in pronunciation. How their teacher hated me and thought ill of me. I even reported the matter to their adviser. When other neutral teachers investigated, they (students) asserted that they really heard me give such statement. I did not confront the students. I wouldn't waste my energy in such trivial matter. I trust that the time will come when they will realize their fault.

And it did; This Valentine's Day happened what I anticipated. I was surprised by their move. They were about to enter the Faculty Room but we (a fellow teacher and a student teacher) heave come out of the room to go home. They greeted me "Happy Valentine and we would like to say sorry for what we said about you during the FEAST.
I have descended five stairs and didn't want to respond but I heard one insistent voice, asking for my reply. While descending more stairs, couldn't deny them so I replied. "What could I say? The damage has been done but I forgive you. And voices answered back, "Thank you, Mam."

Unsolicited Love

I received a joke thru text messaging from an unknown sender: somebody who didn't tell me he/she changed her sim card.

They were best friends since they were kids. Dianne kept her love for Enzo secret. Years passed, they separated ways and stopped communicating with eache other. But Dianne still hoped Enzo would come back.

After two years, her prayers were answered. She received a message: "Diane, I have surprise. I'm coming back. Love and kisses, Enzo.

She waited at the airport, but he didn't arrive. Then a sexy lady said,"I'm Lyn, friend of Enzo. I have bad news." Tears fell from Diane's eyes. Then the lady smiled and said. "Gaga, It's me - ENZO!"

This may be just a joke. But who can really say? I believe this story is not impossible. Other related stories happen everyday. We tend to love strongly, unconditionally only to find out in the end, the feeling you have was wasted for nothing. Your passion has taken you to extreme dimension only to find out that the passion you fervidly fought for was consumed by an icy spirit. In other divine cases just like Vangie and Sam: it's simply putting it in "You're not meant for each other. God has a different mission for each of you." Easily said but difficult to handle. After a year, insomnia could infest the bereaved lady.

It's about time to shift direction. Destiny is not for us to discern. The indefinite designs are from above.

Father Forever

When my mother died, I was torn between resignation and nothingness. I know completely that it was the end of the road for my mother. I know she was better off passing away to end her calvary. Nothingness haunts me because I dreamed that I will be beside her when she gets older. After giving me away to her nurse aunt Cristina when I was seven years old, I desperately needed to be with her some time even in my mid adult years. God, how empty this makes me feel.

My stepfather was the cause of all her sufferings. She worked from daybreak to sundusk to feed the family and send children to school while the irresponsible man all that he needed was a bottle of liquor. Tired for the whole day's labor - sending the children to school, doing laundry of Rocha's family, marketing and cooking lunch, ironing the clean clothes, marketing and cooking dinner - a drunk bastard would expect his share of a wife's duty even by force and exhibition of violence was dessert for my siblings.

My cousin Pia is so gross with her father for countless mistakes, womenizing among them. However, they were not abandoned. Uncle Pidoy didn't leave them hungry. Mama Tessie didn't go begging from one brother to another. But I cannot meddle now. Pia is outside the country. She has made up her mind to treat her father cruelly, sending him out of their home. "Give my mother her peace."

Just allow me few words. I didn't get to know my own father. Until the last breath, I would wish to see him. You have your father who is slowly bowing out. The severity of his offenses can still be considered if you have a humble heart. All is needed in this scene is forgiveness.

It's Not All IQ

Being a teacher in English means not only teaching the macro skills listening/speaking, language/grammar, reading, and writing. I make it a point to tell my students especially the first section to stay humble. I give very high consideration on humility. Students who belong to the first section tend to feel they are intelligent and don't need others' help. The situation at present is they do not have respect for teachers who are not their current subject teachers. Many of them would just pass without any sign of courtesy.

Intelligence is the faculty of a person that allows an individual to absorb knowledge and to understand such knowledge. They absorb the word "respect" understand the meaning, but it is not practiced. Filipino culture of "kissing the hand" of elders is most likely a thing of the past for them. Time will come when they will grow old. They will realize that "it's not all iq".

Dream of Being an Author

Writing has been one of my passions beside singing. In high school I wanted to be a school paper staffer. I failed to "audition" because I was busy singing with a band. With the inspiration given by our Literature teacher, Miss Josefina Nepomuceno, I started composing poems, mostly love poems.

After getting married and having a family, we moved to Molino, Bacoor, Cavite in 1988. I have become a secondary teacher after three years. I got bored being a Secretary at Dept. of Budget and Management. Having been a church layman when I was in the elementary, then a glee club member in high school, I found my way serving in the pastoral council in Aming Tahanan Village. Two years passed, I was invited to join the Pag-iribang Bicolnon cang Sto. Niño de Molino. The Association issued newsletter monthly. They needed someone to help them to continue publishing said material. It was a most-awaited opportunity - to find a venue for my long time dream.
We have published volumes of newsletter, I did the literary page mostly. Sometimes they would ask me write speech in Bicol dialect for the President who happens to be not so fluent with the dialect. When the the economic instability struck brought about by the Cory administration followed by FVR, members abandoned the association. Now, we have stopped the printing of newsletters, except for souvenir programs during the feast of Our Lady of Peñafrancia.

I venture into a new venue - writing technical reports related to instructional matters and managerial issues. I have been promoted to Head Teacher. When not observing classes, I busy myself with personalized certificates as reward for students who try to enhance their talent in English. Yet, I still feel this vacuum. I wish i could have finished my masteral thesis. I just thought it was necessary for my career so I didn't pursue it anymore.

What I really long is to write a book that will be read by many people. I have thought of convincing the Rotary Club of Imus that I write anectdotes of Cavite. Next June might be a lucky year for me when Mr. Albis, who owns a printing press becomes the new Rotary President. And from there I hope to make my dream a reality.

The Dilemma of a Secondary Public School Teacher

Every school year, a teacher gets to teach 60 to 90 students in a class. Usually, students are classified according to intellectual capacity. As enrolment officer, I prefer to combine students of different level of intelligence. It is catastrophe letting teachers teach students with 75% general average. Many of these students with 75% average have lack subject/s. It is such a punishment for a teacher to be section adviser of this class. During the first quarter, almost half of the class get failing grades.

The cycle goes on and on. It's like a rollercoaster diving to the bottom having to attend to the concerns of such students. I do not say that these students are the most unlovable creatures on earth. Most of them need attention, care and most of all support - moral, spiritual, material. One strong factor behind their poor performance in school is lack of parents' support in all three acpects. Many parents have left the obligation of looking after their childs' welfare to the school. The poor youth is left confused, neglected. All because of parents' lack of moral responsibility - bringing up several children they could hardly support.

Come last quarter: the poor child has sunk down the list of graduating students. The poor soul is clinging on to a spider's web for survival. It is the teacher full of torment who bears the calvary - to promote or retain. The parents come in sullen faces, the mother in tears. The students feel so downhearted. The teacher is destined to feel all the misery. PASS or RETAIN?

Candida Reodica, RIP

She was a public school teacher in Batangas. We fondly called her "Mader". Her husband, we call "Edad", retired from Bureau of Posts. They had seven live children: 5 boys, 2 girls. All of them were my friends. No age gap for me. They are respectful. I cheered for them during basketball leagues, except for Reinier, and the two girls. Erik, Warren were the closest because we were together in the pastoral council and choir.

When they both retired from the service, they transferred to Palawan. They lived a very simple life, sans electricity in their farm. They toiled their farm in spite of their growing years. Disease is inevitable. Ageing body is vulnerable to it. While the children have individually prospered; married or still single. Grandchildren started to come, more and more. Life is blissful.

The day came to a halt. Mader passed away. An ideal mother and wife has joined the Maker. She is dearly missed but she deserves to be reunited with all the angels and saints, especially our Father. Adieu, Mader. Till then when we join you in paradise.

10 Commandments to Stay Happy

Psalm 146:5 tells us that happiness comes to those who find their help and hope in God. To be able to have a foundation for happiness Richard de Haan shares his list:
1. Give something away.
2. Do kindness.
3. Give thanks always.
4. Work with vim and vigor.
5. Visit the elderly and learn from their experience.
6. Look intently into the face of a baby and marvel.
7. Laugh often - its life's lubricant.
8. Pray to know God's way.
9. Plan as though you will live forever - you will.
10. Live as though today is your last day on earth.

In reality, this is a tall order. Doing all 10 is impossible! Well, you can choose and do two things. No. 2 is manifested in #1, 3, 5. No. 7 can be manifested in 4, 7, 9, 10. It's just like summarizing the 10 Commandments of God into two: 1) Love God above all, 2) Love your neighbors as you love yourself.

Enjoying Life After Midlife

An old friend, former colleague co-faculty in high school who now resides in Georgia, USA commented on the pictures I posted in my friendster: "You seem to be enjoying out there." I truly am. I don't have many friends. I don't go out a lot. I visit close friends for bonding. I just make sure tasks are completed. There's not much now as a headteacher. Just seasonal reports; teachers don't like to be observed. I can't force myself to observe classes when I'm not welcomed.

Why is life enjoyable after midlife? Two sons are employed. We don't see each other a lot. After the Christmas holiday, there's no especial reason to compel them to be home since they're busy with job and other personal concerns. I have adjusted to such life. I'm very comfortable this way, working alone late at night in the internet. I even long to solicit research jobs to make more out of my vacant time. I heard that using the internet, researches can be accomplished for people in far-away places like the USA. Hey, maybe I will do just that: with friends in
Georgia, California, Nevada.

Well, being busy is my hobby. When I'm not tasked to do anything, I do a lot of creative artcrafts. Being a head teacher does not mean I do not handle students anymore. Well, you're wrong. I have a speech club to develop students' self confidence to perform through speech talents. I make mini certificates to "award" performers. I also take care of the readers of selections in the School's "Drop Everything and Listen (DEAL).

The most important part of my being busy in the weekends is the singing in a church choir in Sto. Niño de Molino Parish (Catholic) Church. It has enhanced my voice, at 53, I can still hit those high notes of Mat Monro, Spriral Staircase, Barbara Streisand. It widened my circle of friends as well from different walks of life. A few are plain housewives, others are corporate managers, realtors. It's fun caroling during Christmas to raise fund for the choir; even singing in a funeral wake - we take pride doing this for friends.

So, the point here is, don't fret when menopause strikes. There is still life after productive years. I challenge you to enjoy it; just like me.

An Extraordinary Girl

In my career as a public school teacher, one person has made it most meaningful. From 1991 up to present, none can equal her qualities.

She's just a very ordinary girl when I met her, except for her courage knowing she is Waray. Furthermore, her loyalty is remarkable. She will stand by you when she knows you're right. She's quite generous as well. She's willing to give away the laptop, cellphone of her deceased boyfriend. She willingly shared Php20,000.00 for my 50th birthay.

When everyobody turned their back on me, including my own blood, she was there to cheer me up. When all point their accusing fingers at me, she's the only one left to encourage me. When I fell phycically ill, she's took care of me in my hospital bed.
When she's happy, she brightens my day. When she's in bad mood, she keeps quiet in order not to bother me.

When she flew to far foreign country of Lebanon, she did not abandon me. She left November 2003, only 10 months away from my 50th birthday. I planned to celebrate but she had a better plan. She sent me Php20,000 so I could carry on that celebration. Of course, I did not splurge the gift for my party, the accomodation and food only amounted to Php5,000.00. The rest I used to open a checking account for the Pag-ibig payments for the planned school.

Four years after, the school has been established. Thanks tremendously to the extraordinary girl, VANGIE. So many superlative descriptions can be attributed to her, you can give your own.

The Joy of After Midlife

After Midlife's Challenge

My principal's retirement is fast approaching. Everyday, I count my days of being a department head at my present assignment may come to a stop for a new assignment in another school. Happy or sad? Can't help it. It is destined to happen after I passed the principalship exam in 2005 and appointed head teacher in 2007. Only three of us who passed the said exam became head teachers. The other two are already holding school head OIC assignment respectively. I should be next...

Hopeful? Pessimistic? It is bound to happen, whether i like it or not. I'm saddened that I have to be an office person from June to May, Monday to Friday. So much paper work. So many conferences to attend, meetings to preside, lessons to observe, etc., etc. No more vacations to faraway Sorsogon, Borongan? It will be so much pressure to be in the office everyday. It won't be that exciting except for travels due to official functions. Will that be adventure to the fullest? In my age, adventure seems a thing of the past. Although, I still would like to add more pictures of sceneries or natural landscapes: beaches, mountains, flowers, birds, butterflies.

I really would like to see the whole country. Beeing a school head will give me that opportunity. Communion with nature is always a priority whenever I visit a place. The fresh air that tells me "Thank God, you're still alive", is still the best reward I can have.

Journey After Midlife

Dante Alleghieri considers 35 as the midlife age in his Divine Comedy. I quite agree though at present I am aware that few relatives of friends pass away at 20's. Furthermore, with the new diseases like AIDS, cancer, diabetes, Filipinos can not reach the age of 70.

In all honesty, I may have not met my real biological father whom my mother identified as TAN PENG HONG, I am very grateful that he has passed on to me that real Chinese self discipline. It is very evident in me, for at 53 I still can wear Medium size RTW. My complexion is unlike the others, thanks again to the oriental blood.

Life at midlife is the admission that the end of the line can come any moment. I have fell flat in Coastal Road when the jeep I was in suddenly roared into motion. My fault, I did not tell the driver I was taking the coming bus. I could have been run over by the approaching jeep. Fortunately, the jeepney driver saw me so he did not start his engine.

I approach the end of the line day by day, preparing temporal provisions for the dignified "departure". I try to help people in need to the best of my ability, financially. I still manage to serve the church by being a choir member. I have managed to maintain my commitment and hope that my voice will stay crisp until I reach 60. I am proud that at this age I can still hit the right notes without sounding 50-ish. Jazz. samba. bossa are very cool. I do not feel tensed when hitting high notes.

I am contented with my life now. Many things did not turn out the way I expected them to be when I was younger or newly maried. I just have to accept reality. If I have made wrong decisions, I reap the fruits and pray for the salvation of my sould come judgment day.

Rotary Club of Imus East - Quo Vadis?

2002 - one of the dark years in my teaching career. My new principal treats me in such a way I didn't quite appreciate and vise versa. It was a dilemmna to get a replacement for the promoted one based on seniority or strong personality. The school was still an annex of the mother school, short of funds. Canteen is doing well but still very much in need.

Being an officer of the Pag-iribang Bicolnon cang Sto. Niño de Molino, Inc. (Association of Bicolanos in the Parish of Sto. Niño de Molino, Bacoor, Cavite, I came to know fellow Bicolanos who are Rotarians. I volunteered to be a coordinator of the club in our school. Many students reside in Queensrow, Greenvalley. My target members will not be a problem. Some of them are in the cream section.

The first year, we got a leader from IV-B, happened to be elected out of popularity not by competence. The succeeding leaders went well. We had many projects. Rotary supported us generously. One project which was implemented whole year round: Botica sa Eskwela. We were supplied with over-the-counter drugs for firs aid. The Amoxicillin was prohibited for young people without doctor's prescription. A lot expired.

2007 - the first female president was elected in Rotary Club of Imus-East. Nothing wrong with the gender. It's not an issue in Rotary. What's sad is the lack of fund or machinery to generate funding for the projects proven effective for years. It's 2008 now, more than half of the Rotary year has lapsed. So far, we only had three activities: Alay Lakad, District Assembly, On-the-spot poster/card making where we were fortunate to win the 2nd place with the expertise of multi-awarded Mikahil Roy Oclos. The School Botica is slowly dying. During the Club Christmas Party last December 30, I was informed that it will be revived. I wonder when.

It's still a bit immature to think of the next rotary year. I don't even expect that I could still be a part in the future: change of assignment maybe. I hope that Mr. Albis can revive the Rotary of Imus East. I hope and pray that he will support my project: to write Cavite legends. He owns a printing press. It's very appropriate timing. For now, the big question is: Quo vadis, Rotary Club of Imus East?

A Very Unusual Christmas

December 24 - While singing in a Catholic church wedding, Aunt Vilma texted me: "If you have time tomorrow come to Bubble's house or at my office at DepEd Pasig on the 26th so i will understand the circumstances in the omission of your name in the payroll." Going to Pasig was nearer but I have previous commitment on that day. I was accustomed being at Lamayan St., Sta. Ana during Christmas day until my mother's death in 2005. Going to Capitol Homes in Diliman was quite a trip. I have no choice but to give in to Mama Vilma's request.

I have asked Oniza to come with me. It happened that her mother and sister (Flory and Fatima) were around. They have consented to go along with me. Erik, my first son also gave in. When we arrived at Rome St., Papa Peping and Mama Tessie and family: 2 sons with their wives and daughter with husband with kid/s) were about to leave. Greetings, short they may be but full of warmth. I noticed a companion who made me want to cry: Who's he? He looks like Papa Maning! I told myself but i know it was impossible because it has been years when he has departed. He was looking at my direction, not looking directly but very obvious observing me intently. Have to say goodbye because my main purpose is also leaving in a short while because she has been called by the President.

Hurriedly, we did some picture-taking. At the dining table I cannot keep my silence anymore. I have to know who that companion was. Bubbles told me everyone and was accounted for. No one was with them with the description I gave. "Hala ka, si Papa Maning yon!" Birthday kasi nila (twin Salvador fondly called Papa Badong) ngayon.

That's it! While singing in the wedding, i thought of offering a mass for the twin for their birthday. I failed to drop by the parish office. The thought remained in me, can't have my peace. I have to keep my "promise". Finally, with the 12,000 pesos Erik deposited in my LBP account, i decided to pay our realty tax at the municipal hall of Bacoor. Upon seeing the church facade, I went directly to the parish office. AT LAST, I had offered mass for them in St. Michael Church. How I miss my uncles Maning and Badong. That's the only way I can tell them I love them so.

Thanks to Cousin & Husband

Desperate about my problem with Camella Homes, I was tempted to seek counsel from a private lawyer, a friend of a fellow teacher. I gave a copy of my letter complaint and the advise was to have a demand letter. I tested the water whether that attorney would do me a favor of such letter but the reply was that I talk to Camella people first. Well, my letter clearly stated that I have been waiting for a year for their the much-needed appropriate action. Last resor, contact my cousin whose husband is an attorney.

Bubbles was accomodating and receptive to the idea. She herself composed the demand letter and had it signed by her husband Bogs. I delivered the demand letter at Camella Homes Administrative Department. I waited for the response.

December 22, 3 days far from Christmas day, a team from Camella Homes visited our place and reassured us that the action will be done after Christmas. And so it is after Christmas because they came back January 3. Too late, another crisis has happened: my toilet is again clogged. The next day, no workers reported. I pleaded to speed up their work to remedy the crisis. It is now January 9, the feast of the Jesus Christ Nazarene, I am also carrying a cross until clogging will be cleared.

Prayer for New Year

Lord, 365 days can pass so fast. There are many things left undone. I have given priority to material and earthly matters. I feel sorry for my mistakes but I can not help repeating to the extent of making it a part of my everyday life.

I thank You for countless blessings, material and immaterial, you have showered me this past years. It is a divine proof that no matter imperfect this creature, your love still very much felt.

Imperfect as I am, I pray for my suffering friends and relatives from illness. I also pray for my friends with problems with their daughters. I pray that I can continue serving the parish of Sto. Niño de Molino. I also pray that the next parish priest will be with a heart for his flock. I pray that I can continue helping young people to know the right path for the sake of their future.

I am not asking so much Lord, I leave it to Your will.