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A blessed Sunday

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This memo board actually started as a joke for my board mates. I dug out their profiles to extract these photographs that I posted. Kidding aside, I never thought this would be fun. Foolish fun, family fun, and whatever-rock-and-roll-to-the-world fun. I always say, who cares? We’re awesome!

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Weirdness is never new to me. I keep my words and stick to them… but it’s definitely not quite bad to break the rules. This is our house.

Now, getting back to what I am supposed to express in this post is a revelation that I could not yet utter as spoken words. I used to live a solitary life since I entered college. Independence has been granted. Sunday is me day. And such.

But why on Earth does this habit of exploring the world with my own eyes has to be shared with other people? Persons whom I could not even call as batch mates nor as school mates nor just as friends… Why not. It is one of the priceless moments when I would feel safe in the comfort of a home filled with people I just met for certain reasons. These are reasons that unfold unconsciously midst the days and nights of our togetherness.

Family – what heartily constitutes a blessed Sunday – renew wishes, revive hopes, strengthen beliefs, and most of all rebuild one’s self. Obviously, they aren’t strangers. As the saying goes, “Your family is your unchosen friends,and your friends are your chosen family”. We go to church together. We eat meals together. We accomplish tasks together. We tease each other. We find a zone where the discomfort of one another would be at ease. We simply accept our flaws and turn them even crazier. Here’s where you get bullied and you would still think it’s about appreciating genuine happiness.

There would be 24 hours in one day; seven days in one week; four weeks in one month; 12 months in one year… so on. Then I realize that as time passes by, these dears who have been playing a vital role to my life make it easier for me to hold on. They serve as a reminder that a family is not only built by a father and a mother but it is also a foundation of the love we have as brothers and sisters at heart.

People come and go. Others have stayed, like those five faces pasted on the board, while others still pay some visits. If ever you, guys, got a chance to read this… Go laugh at yourselves. Lol! We rock.

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An Epitome of a Life Lived in its Fullest

Few years had passed since I wrote an article of the same topic, with the same title.

“The most important ingredient of leadership is character. Most of the proficiencies can be learned, but what’s inside you is something that’s difficult to change,” says a man who had stirred up a comparable aspect of a former Philippine president – now a modern-day Ramon Magsaysay. Such passion to serve the people and willpower to do good have fueled Jesse M. Robredo to spend a life he had and eventually fulfilled a realization that it had been something that is, until this day, worth dying for.

On the 18th day of August year 2012, the world was shook with the news report delivering that a twin-engine, four-seater Piper Seneca light aircraft, directed to Naga from Cebu, crashed off the sea in Masbate island province. Only the police aide had survived the so-called accident. Captain Jessup Bahinting, Nepalese pilot trainee Kshitiz Chand, and (at that time DILG) Secretary Jesse Robredo did not able to make it. This untimely death of the secretary created a huge impact in the lives of many people, which has still been commemorated through a fluvial parade and has been announced that August would be Jesse Robredo month. Consequently, this national tragedy has evoked the memories of Ramon Magsaysay who also died in a plane crash. This tends to relate an image of exceptional leadership skills, good governance tactics, concern for the welfare of the people, and a well-lived life – which both of the aforementioned leaders acquire. Despite the personal setbacks, Robredo remained steadfast in his vision for the DILG and the country (Chiu and Tan, GMA News 2012).

Now, what kind of person had he become to be able to exhibit such a charismatic appeal to people? Why did his death immensely affect the Filipinos? How significant are his contributions to our nation that his name had been able to be the top headlines of the news for a couple of weeks or months after the incident? How was he able to connect with his countrymen while he was still alive and breathing? Does it make any sense in putting the focus of the lens to his character and way of living? Here lies the basic truth behind this man that had considerably died with honor that will forever stay in our homeland.

Jesse Manalastas Robredo, born on May 27, 1958 in Naga City, was raised by Jose Chan Robredo Sr. and Marcelina Manalastas. He’s a second-generation Chinese Filipino who’s the third child among the brood of five. During the 1970s, he attended Ateneo de Naga when he was in high school. Instead of pursuing his studies in University of the Philippines Los Baños where he also passed an admission test, he finished undergraduate degrees in Industrial Management Engineering and Mechanical Engineering at the De La Salle University. During the 1980s, he worked at San Miguel Corporation in the Physical Distribution Technical Services then later functioned as the Magnolia Ice Cream director’s assistant staff and was also assigned to logistics planning. In 1985, he had been a scholar at the University of the Philippines Diliman and finished his Masters in Business Administration. Due to his scholarly excellence, he was named the Graduate School and Faculty Organization awardee.

Raised by a highly-competitive father, he learned to be a responsible and mature individual in his earlier years. He broke records in schooling, notching degrees, accomplishments, political integrity, and passion for reform. His academic performance was excellent. He was disciplined as a child and would, thus, do the same to his children. He neither tried to smoke nor to drink. He valued virtues of being concerned to other people and living in a modest lifestyle. He was a streetwise as he witnessed conditions between well-to-do and poor families. Perhaps relatively comfortable with regards to the basic need of the family, he had been exposed in the realities of the world which molded him into a well-made man. Protecting the integrity and honor of one’s family is of highest importance to him. Children should be able to contribute their share in order to attain this goal. “If our children cannot inherit anything material, at least they will inherit a good name,” says his supportive wife, Atty. Maria Leonora “Leni” Gerona – whom he had met during a job interview in Bicol – and they had three daughters throughout the years of harmonious marriage. He was a multi-awarded local executive before leaving his corporate life for public service. In spite of the demands of his jobs, he stayed plain. He had moved around freely without any bodyguard beside him. He knew that even the simplest acts do matter that he would be seen sweeping the streets by himself. He’s definitely ‘one of the most prominent figures among a rising generation of local officials becoming known on the national stage’. On the other hand, he would hurry to his family on weekends. “In the end, this habit of hurrying cost him his life- and the nation, one of its best sons,” as deeply described in an article published by InterAksyon in 2012.

Robredo returned to Naga City the following year to become the Program Director of the Bicol River Basin Development Program. At age 29, he was declared the youngest mayor in the country during 1988 in Naga City. In 1995, he was elected as President of the League of Cities of the Philippines, Chairman of the Metro Naga Development Council (1992-1998), and Chairman of the Regional Development Council. Four years later, while he is a Mayor of Naga City (for 19 years), he earned his masteral degree in Public Administration at John F. Kennedy School of Government at Harvard University. Meanwhile, Naga City was named one of the “Most Improved Cities in Asia” by Asiaweek Magazine. When he was reelected in 1995, he enacted a unique Empowerment Ordinance creating a People’s Council that should institutionalize NGOs and people’s organizations participation for the upcoming municipal deliberations. He responded to an appointment set by Cory Aquino during the People Power Revolution 1986 when he won by slim margin at a very young age. The “Anti-Red Tape Act of 2007” gave voice to the citizens in demanding efficient service according to the charter written in a table in every office. In relation to his incomparable call for empowerment, he also instituted “Seal of Good Housekeeping” program in 2010 that should motivate LGUs and inspire local chief executives.

He won the 2000 Ramon Magsaysay Award for Government Service for his exemplary skills in governing. The board of trustees recognized his ability to provide the acceptance to a promising demonstration of democracy and that signified the compatibility of effective city management with regards to the yielding of the power to the people. He received 13 other major awards such as the 1998 Konrad Adenauer Medal of Excellence as Most Outstanding City Mayor of the Philippines, 1994 Ten Outstanding Young Persons of the World Honoree, 1990 Ten Outstanding Young Men of the Philippines, and the very first “Dangal ng Bayan” Award of the Civil Service Commission. President Benigno Aquino III named him as the Secretary of the Department of Interior and Local Government in 2010.

Inherently, all of the achievements of this man cannot fit a one-paragraph enumeration. This shows how active he had been participating in the clash of life. Other than these awards, he had also been a victor of well-established projects, programs, advocacies, and a lot more activities that suit the principles and standards which are truly worth the fight.

‘A center of excellence in implementing government research’, Jesse M. Robredo Institute of Governance, is one of the examples that operate until this day. Former Governor and Representative of Camarines Sur, Luis Villafuerte, owned a network called Bicol Boradcasting System where Robredo had worked as President and Station Manager. Furthermore, the city government had a program Kaantabay sa Kauswagan which expropriated lands for relocation and housing of urban poor settlers. The “Tsinelas Leadership” may also represent the simplicity and being down-to-earth of the people’s servant. He’s, indeed, raising the issue of championing the marginalized sectors. Together with former Pampanga Governor Ed Panlilio and Isabela Governor Grace Padace, promoted Kaya Natin! Movement. One of those who testify this influential drive is the Mayor of Daet town, Tito Sarion. A “force for positive change” has strategic ways that can be regarded as highlights of merit in fulfilling the plans and actions that should have been undertaken. He made his staffs play SimCity. Cities are a system. Small changes can lead to big results, both negative and positive. He believed that it’s an essential aspect, of building one’s character in pursuing his aims, to look at people and treat them equally without the bias of their social status. No matter how big or small a thing is, it matters and always will. He maintained dynamism in his ruling as he’s faithful to pro-people ideology. Performance, productivity, and morale among city employees were therefore raised – as “a culture of excellence overtook the culture of mediocrity, businesses doubled, and local revenues rose by 573 percent”.

Yapak Natin: Tsinelas Walk for Jesse Robredo had been participated by thousands of participants a year after his mournful death. Youth leadership seminars such as “Lead Like Jesse” and “Mobility Mission” were held to campaign and motivate the young generation to take a path that can lead our nation to a better state. It is not enough for a leader to be good; more importantly, it is the people and the system that must force the leader to be good – words by Robredo. Additionally, he said Kahit hindi mo gusto yung ginagawa mo, you are still expected to work hard and excel. His advice to would-be leaders was that ‘You have to have credibility’. He emphasized that a leader must not only be good but also competent; which is noticeable among his speeches with the matino at mahusay slogan. He’s an idealist in a sense  that he aspired to make Naga City a happy place where it would get rid of illegal gambling and inefficient bureaucracy. A once disarrayed locality had been turned into one of the most competitive, most business friendly, most cost-effective, most women and children friendly, most outstanding in excellence, innovation, and governance – that’s Naga City handled by Robredo in service. Public works had been an essential task to accomplish during his term which, in turn, made such a place to be one of the most livable cities in the country. Operations were professionalized. Participation was encouraged. Frugality and disdain for cosmetic projects were endorsed. As termed, the leader and his people residing in the city had been “tirelessly improving”. Naga had been revived through strengthened performance, transparency, and accountability in the systems of governance across the public-private divide. Focus was on the capacity to build and improve development outcomes such as decentralization, budget monitoring, environmental governance and sustainability, integrity systems, e-governance (an application of information communication technology), and awareness (consensus support and solutions to problems). He quoted, “good government cannot be achieved without people empowerment”. Mass and elite are believed to have been entitled with the same kind of service.

Our political history has shown that we have put the burden of running this country to our ‘best’ people for too long. And yet the gap between the rich and the poor has grown wider. For this country to succeed, we need to make heroes of ordinary people. We need to make heroes of ourselves (Robredo, 2005).

This biography of a man like Jesse Robredo may seem to have said too much for a paper; but its length is still too short analogous to the breadth of life the man had lived. Words cannot entirely narrate the episodes of his heroism, or even failures. In a way, it still does play a vital role in signifying an endeavor that is exemplary and is worth reminiscing by us, especially the Filipino people. Many would have been asking: “Would these pieces of information be published if not because of his ill-timed death?” Well, what really pushed through these details that make us appreciate the deeds further when he’d been gone? Is it politics? Power relations? Publicity? Personal intentions? Promotion? – The bottomline is nobody can ever really judge without a hint of dogmatism from his/her own perspective. What matters is that we got something from this story – the existence of prevalent possibilities that we could actually continue the struggle of pulling this country to the top of what we thought is an impossible altitude to be reached by anyone… where plane crash cannot subside.

Jesse Robredo had lived a life, may be in a short period of time as how others see it, but the battle has just begun. Skirmish. Integrity and dignity, honor and excellence – they don’t die and never will if we relive the fire and stand up again midst adversities. We got a lifetime to do it. Sincerity does count.

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Happy birthday bruuuuuuh. :D

– For the second time around, I’m greeting another brother of mine with the same line. He even requested my mom to delay his birthday celebration for three days so that I can join them when I go home.

I wanted to greet you, dear brother A HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY. LOTS OF LOVE, GOD BLESS YOU! STAY SAFE AND COOL.

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Here is my younger brother, Rafael Ivan.

Perhaps he is not the very clingy type of person, I admire him for being a responsible and thoughtful child. He makes sure that the important people around him are well taken care of. He actually cares a lot even though there are times that he will not directly show it to us. I can say that in our brood, he is the most reserved and conservative person because he is usually the one who keeps his money well, and other stuffs that can testify to such statement. What is good about this is that he turns out to be resourceful. He cannot resist seeing his loved ones enduring difficulties so he finds ways to help as much as he can- indeed, a practical yet loving man. He always tries to work hard to achieve the goals he really wants. I am so proud that he is my brother. Yeah he may have the looks. He’s into sports, too. Similar to what I’ve said to my previous related post, I don’t tell it to him/ them too often because I am not fond of telling sentimental things to my family members. It gets too mainstream for me. As long as I know he has me and I have him, I’m sure I’ll strive for the best to succeed in our endeavor.

We used to grow up together so I know much about him. Now that I’m in college and I have to live away from them, I still do not forget the moments whenever we used to have our simple bonding (there will be small fights though oftentimes we collaborate with each other)- If they only know how much I miss them, how much they give me strength to continue fighting, how much they motivate me to be better and excel in everything that I do. I want to thank my brother for all the things he has sacrificed for me and for our family. I definitely would have to avoid the wrong path because I have yet to prove that this is all worth it and someday I’m going to pay him back. While we have each other, I can carry on.

 

Day and night

Rain or shine

I’ll find a light

That is divine

 

For you dear brother

Is the very reason why

Ate must be tougher

Struggles, I can defy.

 

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Happy birthday bruuuuuuh. :D

– Those were the only words I have posted on his facebook wall, and nothing else. I don’t think he would appreciate it very much if I put on some clingy messages and photos to show in public. What I am actually doing is to make a phone call to greet him. Perhaps I cannot explain that feeling when my siblings are having their birthdays consecutively and I’m not even home to celebrate with them.

I hope they understand. I hope they know that while I’m physically away, my heart is left with them. There’s not a day that I do not think of them whereas they are the foundation, the push, and the motivation that keeps me going.

Well, whoever you are reading this right now… I am warning you. The following texts are emotional. The writer has been carried away!

HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY BROTHER! I LOVE YOU. GOD BLESS.

STAY SAFE. STAY COOL.

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Here is my youngest brother, Romson Simon.

He is our sweet little boy who will soon grow up into a man, still a very caring and loving man. In our brood, he is usually the most laid-back; but when he starts working on a task that he is really passionate about, he transforms into his creative and hardworking side. Also, he is a sporty kind of guy. He may be a mischievous child but he is thoughtful, too. He does not pretend for he tells what he thinks and means it. He is strategic more than the academic type of person when dealing with real life situations. I am quite proud of him and he does not know that. Why? Because we are not the ultimate showy people who praise each other. We frankly point out our flaws yet deep inside, we know we’re one another’s best.

I know him because we used to grow up together- one home, one family. Until the time came that I have to leave our house because I’m stepping into college. I miss my siblings so much but I do not tell them because I do not want to relive the feelings that can make them sad. Each time I feel that pain of not seeing them for months, I try my best to fight. I study hard to finish my schooling and find a job that will ideally support them. My mind has been set to give back to them every single thing that they have sacrificed for me. I owe them my life.

 

Day and night

Rain or shine

I’ll find a light

That is divine

 

For you dear brother

Is the very reason why

Ate must be tougher

Struggles, I can defy.

 

 

 

 

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A Virtuous Journey to Survive

Robert Zemeckis’ Flight is a sophisticated film envisioned beyond catalysts of jaw-dropping scenarios. Captain Whip Whitaker, as played by Denzel Washington, is a man of stunning skills in terms of operating a plane in the most incredible way enough to make the viewers shred off their nerves in front of the screen.

Perhaps the visualization of what has been happening along the story line, be it the script or the figures dynamism or the soundtrack or whatever it is that has immensely affected souls, it is truly a matter of significant message that these elements are trying to portray in order to increase people’s awareness of the concerns within the environment where they belong. Representation of issues such as the: probability of conducting a plane upside down, smoking cigarettes, drinking alcoholic beverages, involving in romantic affairs, engaging in drug addiction, putting across absolute morality in religion, and even living away from family- suggests that it takes one tough man to manage all these when in fact what stands as his strength actually rooted from the weaknesses that have been built inside of him.

Nobody could’ve landed that plane like I did: surely Whip is right upon saying this. But does it suffice as defense in the court hearing? Are his enormous abilities as a pilot considered to free him from the case? Of course not. No matter how excellent the person is, honor comes first. Perhaps he saved more lives than what is naturally expected, but is it justifiable not to judge him as guilty? He didn’t abide by the law that prohibits drug addiction. Was that really his fault?

As depicted, he was at first afraid of facing the consequences of the plane crash. He tried denying the facts that must be truthfully surrendered. But in the end, can he really capture the moments to come being a man of disgusting words despite his sky-rocketing (just like those planes he drives) designation? He could not take risk of his dignity. He chose to rise up by deciding to fall behind the metal bars that would imprison him from the world he used to live in. It is already given that he is an excellent man yet it takes guts to be honorable.

Knowledge prior to Physics might be well- appreciated due to highly- innovated graphics and dramatic effects; but what could possibly strike its viewers is sympathy. The story of Whip’s life can be unbearable. In spite of the struggles that blocked his path, just like the technical difficulties in a plane, he insists to survive- or at least he tries to… for a lesser pain of impact.

This essay, the essay that I have to write, it’s called, “The Most Fascinating Person That I’ve Never Met.”– says Will. Okay.- says Whip. So [Will turns on his tape recorder] and asks, Who are you?. Whip responds That’s a good question…

And that way, is how one’s self finds honor above excellence… Stay dignified against all odds.

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Creeped Out Valentine’s

One of the toughest days I’ve ever had,

So help me God.

Those lines were the only thoughts that I was able to put into concrete terms as posted on my twitter and facebook accounts. Yesterday was full of hassles yet I don’t regret breathing, I don’t forget breathing. I survived anyway and most of all I managed myself. I managed to have my tasks done. I managed to live by the day. I managed to look forward for a rest when the night comes and eventually wake up on a beautiful sunrise. Perhaps it’s just too ideal but I liked it in some way that it could be an aid to keep me going and do better.

So I’m starting to recall what happened on the night of February 13. I was coping up with usual works both in school and in house. Well, I ate lunch and watched Penelope before I went back working. Procrastination is part of the process. I have five classes to deal with the next day, from 7:30 AM to 4:30 PM. In that case, I have to (at least) wake up before the clock strikes at 5 in the morning and take my daily dose of cold showers.

I thought I would be late in my PE classes for the first time because while on my way to school, vehicles were even more jammed. Lucky I was wrong because it’s our professor who came late for the first time. No, it’s not funny. I don’t like to be late either if that happened to me. The class reporters continued their very long discussions that already lasted for two weeks. I knew that we’re having a quiz when they finished. I was not able to prepare for it maybe because the notes as I could see were rigorous texts sticking on thick sheets. Ready or not, quiz started. I just answered the questions with all that I could. After that, I had a brunch in less than ten minutes. A friend chose to stay with me in the caf even if it meant reviewing along the offbeat notes breezing in… oh it’s Valentine’s Day. Some of the people would refer to it as S.A.D. representing Single Awareness Day (Who cares? I’m celebrating it for 17 years, by the way). Next class on Speech Communication coming in. Well, I’m kind of tensed whenever I’m thinking of the idea that I do not have any bloc mate; but since I really like our prof and her teaching styles, I’m kind of enjoying it, too. We had the lectures there and another activities that would keep bothering me as days got to pass by. It’s always like that. Flexibility is a must… versatility at its finest. From time to time, I’d have to update my personal and academic schedule in one.

I headed to JL Bldg. because I needed to have our research paper’s last chapter printed. Overpricing (to what I believe it is… because I used to walk near UC to look for  Piso Print Shops) was expected. Staple wires ran out, never mind. I was touched by a relief that I finished an output of one of the heavy papers we’re asked to write about. Next, I’ve had to stay in the library for an hour to please *note to self that I had to browse my Math lessons for the exam, though I couldn’t feel I’m prioritizing it. What’s the conflict going on between me and CRS during the time of constructing my class schedules? How on earth was I given history and math classes during holy hours? Practically, I couldn’t complain but I should feel grateful instead that I completed my units. I stopped pondering and went to CSS AVR for History class. I guess it’s in a good way that I ignored the urge of going to the comfort room because if not, it could have been too late for me to be informed that the room was moved to a farther building up there. I texted other classmates to tell them. We discussed stuffs and were given a bunch of readings (that’s not new to me anymore though it really costs me all the time). After that was the time to take the exam in Math. ‘Let it be’, I told myself. I found it something that was easy but was hard. Like, what? It’s always the feeling that I thought I knew what I was doing but I could have just been mistaken. Confidence was not always a good thing, you know.

I finished the exam in a few minutes, I think. So I hanged out with friends first. We bought some chocolate flower/ flower chocolate *whatever for ourselves. I felt cold, oh my. Then we went to the mall. When we got inside, we parted ways. Some went to the supermarket and the other went to see her boyfriend. What happened to me? I could finally pee. It’s almost 3 in the afternoon so I had to go back to the campus again. On the hallway, I saw another friend, Tyl complaining that her other friend, Agatha (whom I’ve seen near the gate as I entered) left because of their case study. So we’re currently the buddies. We stayed near CAC AVR wherein below of it is the Dap-ay and the view of the fair (CAC week) could be seen. Minutes passed and prof hadn’t arrived so I decided to put the papers on our green envelope downstairs. A pinch of boredom started to crawl on my nerves probably because of the lack of sleep and of the need for pigging out. Hormones aside, I could sometimes blame my vitamins. We looked among the items that were on sale. Tyl bought two books and when she’s about to put them on her bag, I heard her mention about the readings she just photocopied. She was right when she thought I needed the copies, too. (She had an embarrassing moment I wouldn’t tell.) We went to another building to get the readings I couldn’t describe more than being thick. I fell in line. Stairs seemed to be a long road at that time. After I’ve gotten my copies, we sat on a nearby bench for a while. She had classes to attend at 4:30 so I accompanied her to KA and I eventually went to the mall again.

I was on my way to the book store when I received text messages from Myca telling that she had her classes and those who have free time should already be in Dap-ay for the event preparation. I didn’t immediately respond because I was still wandering despite the fact that the crowd could even give a lot more stress to me. No, I’m not bitter. It’s just that I chose to have a different preference or mode of living on that nothing but an ordinary day. Yes, hearts day is an ordinary day. Although to some people, it’s the moment to show more love to their ‘special someone’. After thirty minutes, I had my phone ready for calls and messages then I went back to the campus. They were already fixing the settings. I put my bag on the chair and tried to help. The Bonfire Poetry Reading started exactly at 6 PM. The place was full of decorations, romantic lighting, grass field, rose petals and flowers, mattress, chairs, equipments, cameras, musical instruments, and ofcourse the bonfire. The event was really inspiring. Rather than feeling the tiredness I am bearing with me, I could feel a soothing essence the whole time… as I sat on the grounds near the bonfire. I could feel the intense performances. I could feel the passion of the performers. I clapped and smiled and laughed and fell in love as I sipped a cup of hot coffee. ‘What a relaxing way to end the day’, I said.

It was really dark when the program ended. I was alone and it’s quite frightening. The night was intimidating. The night reassured me of nothing. I never thought that there would be another tiresome moments. There were a lot of vehicles but none of them was suitable for me to ride on. My feet definitely brought me to a lot of places in Baguio City but I felt like there’s no hope of escaping the situation. I was really tired but I must not entertain this kind of feeling for I should reach home safely. I should be hard enough to contain all the happenings so I could separate myself from harmful elements, in any form. I was convincing myself the whole time that I could endure those hazards all by myself. It’s almost midnight and it’s becoming scarier. I risked to ride on a jeepney than having not to ride on anything at all. Nobody answered my calls. I was trying to forget all the negative possibilities that might occur on that wild night as I was keeping in mind that God is with me no matter what happens. I got out of the jeepney and I had to walk a distance. I was praying while I walked fast. I didn’t care about the curfew anymore. I just wanted to go home so badly. I held my phone. I gripped on my bag so tightly. City lights looked bright yet they were so far. My worries almost faded away but I could see an aggressive dog towards the street I’m heading to. It might chase on me anytime. Nobody would help me if I got bitten. Nobody was there whom I could share my fears with. A taxi came beeping on me (Oh Manong, where have you been?) and I got inside of it. It moved backwards as I pointed to Road 1 Extension. I didn’t care if he would get mad because it’s really for a very short distance. He asked why I was just standing there at the place where he had seen me. I answered him with all the truth that I was afraid of the dog. He was neither sarcastic nor annoyed with what I’ve said. It appeared to be like more of being concerned. Damn, I miss my family. No tears would fall.

The gate was locked. I shook it for chances that it might be opened or they would hear me. Minutes passed that all I could see was an enveloping darkness and I could hear the barking of the dogs. I climbed the very high sharp-edged fences. I might get hurt, I am not sure but that’s the only way I could enter. I threw my phone inside landing on the grasses, then my shoes, then my bag. I stepped on the grills and grabbed the branches of trees. I could be injured anytime or I could be blamed as if acting on a crime. I continued anyway I don’t intend to cause harm to anyone. I jumped. There I went rushing with my phone, shoes, and bag as I knocked to the locked screen door. Ate Shiela came over and opened it for me. She asked me why I came home late and I told her about the school activity. She asked me if I’m alright and I told her not too fine because I’m really tired. I was not able to fix my things anymore or even change my clothes. I was knocked out. I am alive, thanks be to God.

Next morning, I was about to go to the bath room but Ate Shiela came upstairs to ask me if I had seen her mobile phones. I just found out that they were lost since the night of thursday. It was shocking because we’re thinking that it’s impossible that they might be stolen from the ones outside. So the doubts were confined inside our house. I was afraid. Yes, I’m innocent. Yes, I have not done anything that’s wrong. Yes, it’s not my personal problem. But hey, it’s a serious case. Whatever the reason why her phones are lost is a threat to all of us here in this house. It’s either the same thing could happen to us or we could be blamed by the incident or simply because I could really feel that we’re all tensed and confused, especially the sadness that it had been bringing to Ate Shiela.

Valentine’s Day might not be as sweet to me as it did to others, but I was being trained to be more active in participating with what in life are real situations I shall get involved into. I explore a variety of the world’s dimensions and discover more about myself, about other people, and the linkages to our surroundings that form interaction and bind us together as one whole community… as one whole universe. If this is how I can be taught, I accept. I want to learn either the hard way or tactically. I just need my sanity.

Lord, enough for this day. Let us all heal our wounds first before an another bloody battle. Come join us in every struggle that we face, in every problem that we solve, and in every challenge that we continue to fight for.

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A Love That Stays Forever

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In memory of the noble Shirley Temple. (This post is not all about her but I find it as a way to put some touch of her quotable line into an account that I’m going to share this time.)

There’s nothing like real love. Nothing.

Based on the paper that is written by a professional degree holder I’ve read about De-Psychologization of Love, here comes Alain Badiou’s Conditions in a Philosophy course, quoted in the first page: “The relative poverty of all that philosophers have said about love, I am convinced of that, is because they have tried to explain it through either psychology or theory of passions”. – wherein it takes a lot of time and effort to catch a glimpse of how love is defined in one of the most critical sense. True love, I’ve learned is not: 1. Classical which separates two persons from being a compensation of one another. 2. Romantic which is centered on one’s self trying to dominate the other person. 3. Child birth being the primary motivation disguised as Eroticism which devaluates the meaning of family emergence.

What captures the truth in love is by being ‘Two’. Love is built from the differences where a man and a woman find each other… Love is nothing other than an exacting series of enquiries into the disjunction, into the Two. Disregard all these texts starting from “Based on the paper…” until “… into the  Two” because for now, I do not use it as a point of view.

To my one and only Dear Family,

Everything I do, I do it for you.

Lolo and Lola. Do you have an idea of how much you give me strength? Perhaps I also cannot measure but I can feel it whenever I struggle against the raging storms that scare me. I manage to pass through darkness because I know that the light I can gather will brighten up your days.

Dad and Mom. Do you have an idea of how much you keep me going? Perhaps I also cannot measure but I can feel it whenever I skirmish getting up from stumbling. I handle myself to overcome the fears that might obstruct my vision of you being proud of me.

Tita. Do you have an idea of how much you trigger me to be hopeful? Perhaps I also cannot measure but I can feel it whenever I stay still spite of rejections. I stand across the whirling winds and ‘carry on’ for I don’t want you to see me weak, for I don’t want you to sense it.

Ivan, Romson, Angel. Do you have an idea of how you motivate your Ate? Perhaps I also cannot measure but I can feel it whenever I wake up and say ‘never quit’. I used to seem tough to sustain each stride I take today because it is my gift for you to experience a better life tomorrow.

I hope you all understand that there is some point in our life when I have to be apart from you, the people who matter to me the most; but that does not make me love you any less. I don’t always want to show you a vulnerable side of me because I don’t want to share this pain that I endure right now. It feels so sad to be alone but I never tell you. I never tell you I cry every night; instead, I answer your calls with a laugh. I don’t usually tell you I am tired, and sleepy, and hungry; instead, I tell you I’ll take a rest later. I cannot tell you that I failed a quiz; instead, I spend more hours to review my notes. I will not explain to you how hardly it takes me to get my tasks done; instead, I let you think I enjoyed them. I may not describe you how frightening it is for me to face some situations; instead, I go to church and pray. Those are the things I do everyday to take your worries away.

Let us believe that our sacrifices are making sense little by little. ‘Be the good girl I always have to be’ is the line that flashes towards me. God is with us facing the trials. He doesn’t just make them lighter loads for us, but He joins us against all odds. I ask Him, not of any amount, not of any gadget, not of any boyfriend. I ask Him to tell you that I temporarily miss you. I ask Him to show you how much I Love You. I ask Him to guide us as He never failed to stay with us in good times and in bad times. I ask Him health and safety that we may all continue living our lives to the fullest. I have yet to show you how grateful I am to nurture this kind of love inside of me- the world of no condition and of no hesitation that I will forever prove you… that each of the member of the family I belong to… plays a role of significance in performing a legendary story on this stage of nothing but perfect fantasies fused into reality.

The day will come when financial concerns won’t bother you anymore; when the house of your dream becomes our home; when old furniture will be replaced with ideal ones; when we can be supplied completely by material things we both need and want; when working is no more an obligation for I must pay you with comfort; when we may be able to help other people, too, in their circumstances and help raise themselves the way we strive for ours. Amid all these, we shall never cease to praise our glorious God.

Someday, dear family, we can live happily… ever after. I offer to you a love that stays forever.

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Don’t just stare as life passes you by.

I’m a bit contented with how I managed to follow my list of tasks. How can I not if my home screen wall paper is a screen capture of my To- Do list? It makes more sense than fantasizing over some faces of cute dudes that will never mine.

Besides, this is my lock screen wallpaper to remind me of the reasons why I should work hard. There go my two brothers.

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My devotion every Sunday is to go to the Cathedral. It becomes not just a hobby but a promise of love to God and my fellowmen. It may seem like I’m preaching here but my heart is sincere when it comes to these kinds of things- especially now that I am away from my family while I realize the true value not just of material things but the essence of a person’s existence and the contributions he/she can give to the world.

It’s also an opportunity to get some of my works finished outdoors.

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Epic face. Instead of labeling some activities as tiring, I’d rather say that it makes me proud. I’ve not just learned. I’ve also applied. Every time I tweet “Tadaima” comes a feeling of exhaustion. Then I’d gain a glimpse of joy because the things that I never thought I could do, have been done. It doesn’t matter to me these days if I pass or fail. What’s important to me now is the fact that I am trying, I put myself into it, and I don’t regret the chances I didn’t take.

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Oh look. My unbiological siblings! Ate Habbyness uploaded some photos. Thanks for that… uh no. Thanks for all these (sounds better).

Enough for this day. Let’s look for greater days ahead. *Oh come one. Let us not ‘just look’. Make ’em happen!

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Invest.

Invest.

I often see myself as an investment which rooted from the expectations of my family. Others might say that it’s not good to pressure myself upon these fixed goals. Actually, I consider this frame of reference as my mission. I want to aim something; and so, nothing can stop me from struggling to reach the target.

What’s the use of dreaming? If you don’t have faith, there’s nothing worth believing.

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Happy Holidays

Happy Holidays

Today I bought a cake for them to share with each other just like how they shared memories with me this year. I used to be the eldest in our brood but for the first time, I experienced to be the youngest. They never reminded me that a home is where you stay with your biological family. Thank you for making my stay in Baguio even more wonderful!

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
Let us stay safe and enjoy the moments that await us.
God Bless.

P.S. I’m going home and there’s a possibility that I might cut my connection to my blog. Until next year, awesome people!

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