02
Apr

Pinoy Ka Ba?

I’m a Filipino and I’m not ashamed of it though some people think lowly of us. I really want to wake up one day and see the Philippines not as a rich nation but a nation with people who are united and hardworking. We need to be united to fight corruption, prostitution, women and child trafficking, environmental plunder and other problems that plague our society. We should be united in ending the vicious cycle of poverty that forces some of our women to work as sex slaves even in foreign lands. It’s really a shame that it seems nobody is concern. I hope I’m wrong.
My Singaporean friend even told me once that some Filipina nannies in Singapore are doing some ‘extra work’. I said it can’t be true but he insisted that his sister’s maid is a Filipina and she was caught bringing some ‘guy’ in the house when her boss was not around. I think some people in the Philippine embassy in Singapore are aware, but what are they doing? The act of using their bodies to earn extra money is so degrading. “It’s the trend,” some say. How I wish I can change our sad present state overnight but it can’t be. It’s impossible unless all of us will stop pulling each other down and work as one. The Philippines is worth fighting for. We have to pray that the Almighty will bring healing to our land and its people. Our heroes fought for it and so am I. What about you?

I saw a Korean documentary this week that featured various Philippine fruits. It also showed how rich we are in natural resources, but do we appreciate that? Eating fresh vegetables and fruits in the bahay kubo is not appealing compared to eating burgers and fries in McDo and Jollibee. Am I right? “Jologs kasi,” ‘yan ang sabi.

Actually this is some kind of an appeal to all Filipinos around the world…

Sana naman po bago po tayo gagawa ng kahit ano, isipin muna natin kung ano ang magiging epekto nito sa mga sarili po natin, sa atin pong kapwa Filipino at maging sa imahe ng ating bansa. Oo na, mahirap ang buhay sa Pilipinas pero sana kung hindi natin kaya na magkaroon ng disenteng trabaho sa ibang bansa, uuwi na lang po tayo roon at magsikap para makaahon sa hirap sa mabuting paraan.

Sana rin po ang mga taong may kapangyarihan, mga pulitiko at mga taong nakapaligid sa kanila ay magkaroon ng konsensiya at isipin naman na hindi sila nasa katungkulan para magpayaman kundi maglingkod sa taong bayan.

Sana rin po ang taong bayan ay hindi iasa at isisi lahat sa gobyerno. Sikap at tiyaga lang po. Idalangin din po natin sa Maykapal ang ating araw-araw na pamumuhay.

Simpleng pamumuhay ang kailangan para magkaroon ng masayang bayan.

So Pinoy ka ba? Ano sa tingin mo ang magagawa mo para sa Pilipinas?

 
31
Mar

True Love Waits

We had a seminar last weekend about it and it was refreshing. Indeed, true love waits.

The TLW Hand:

Thumb: GOD loves you and He wants the best for you. He says wait.

Pointer or Index Finger: YOU are a special person and you deserve True Love.

Middle Finger: OTHER people - your family and friends - need True Love from you. You affect them by the choices you make about love.

Ring Finger: FUTURE MATE - You don’t know him or her yet, but your future wife or husband whom God is preparing for you deserves True Love, not just second-rate love.

Pinkie Finger: FUTURE KIDS - Chances are someday you’ll become dad or mom. You can start loving your little ones beginning today. These are the people who need your True Love. Will you pledge to stay sexually pure for them?

What do others say?

It’s not about will power but God’s power. I can say that I’m going to wait because of God.”
- L.A. Mumar

When you have too many gray areas, it’s easy to compromise. But when you put it on paper and in detail, it’s harder to go around them and make excuses…We all fail, that’s a given. But you’re worse off if you don’t have anything to keep you in line…Obedience spells the difference between an older and younger Christian. The standard remains: True love waits. It’s not something you negotiate.”
- Anthony Pangilinan

Source: TLW Workbook courtesy of Ate Luz Comprendio :)

22
Mar

When it becomes rough and unbearable…

When things get rough, I just want to go to the beach and cry but I can’t right now ‘cause it’s 45 minutes ride from where I am. I want to fly to another place and be away for a while. I envy the birds because they can go to places they want to go without minding the costs. However, maybe flying is tiring, too. I don’t know, I’m just overwhelmed and exhausted but still the thought lingers on my mind that He is in control. He is, He is and He is. How many times do I have to tell myself that He is BIG. I really don’t like when I’m like this.  I miss those days that I can shout at the top of my lungs and be okay after that. What is stopping me now, anyway? Maybe I’ll do that later.

 

ALL IS WELL. IT’S GONNA BE OKAY. I need to mutter it to myself again, again and again. I remember what Beom said about the pottery making process. “If you want to be stronger and find your true self, you need to undergo the same process.” It means you need to be subjected to excruciating heat to be tough. Whew! That’s too much but that’s really how life works, isn’t it?

 

Why am I writing this anyway? Buangits jud. Well, not to tell the world that I’m not feeling well at this very moment but to remind everyone (including myself) that it’s not good to wallow in frustrations because it can wear down your spirit.

 

Ting! I got a text message from my brother that he passed his interview five minutes ago. Grabe. Here I’m writing that life is unfair but though it is sometimes, it’s still full of hopes and surprises that are beyond comprehension for a mere human being like me.

 

Bang! Okay Lord, I know disappointments can suck the life out of me and your love for me is TOO BIG to even think of giving up. Thanks for the constant reminders and for the patience of my being forgetful of the victories that I had with YOU in the past.

 

I was humming this song before I slept last night, on the shower this morning, in my class and even when I’m writing this…

 

‘Til I See You 

 

The greatest love that anyone could ever know

That overcame the cross and grave to find my soul

And ’til I see You face to face

And grace amazing takes me home

I’ll trust in You

 

With all I am I live to see Your Kingdom come

And in my heart I pray you’d let Your will be done

And ’til I see You face to face

And grace amazing takes me home

I’ll trust in You

 

I will live to love You

I will live to bring You praise

I will live a child in awe of You

 

You are the voice that called the universe to be

You are the whisper in my heart that speaks to me

And ’til I see You face to face

And grace amazing takes me home

I’ll trust in You

 

You alone are God of all

You alone are worthy Lord

And with all I am my soul will bless, Your Name

 

 

11
Mar

It’s the K wave!

The first time I saw a Korean drama was in early 2003. It was the rerun of the 2000 hit series Autumn Fairy Tale (or Autumn in My Heart) which starred Song Seung Heon, Song Hye Kyo and Won Bin. It was the first installment of the four-part Endless Love drama series produced by KBS. It was sad and tragic. I watched it with mama and we both fell in love with Song Hye Kyo’s character. I watched the series for the fourth time on KBS World last year and it still had the same effect on me. I still cried when Eun-suh or Jenny (Song Hye Kyo) died. I also watched her other hit series Full House for five times already. The other drama that I watched all over again was MiSa (I’m Sorry, I Love You).

I don’t really watch drama series that much but I like k-dramas because they don’t last long except the historical ones. As long as I can remember I already watched more than forty k-dramas. Some were tragic but others had happy endings though I did not watch diligently all episodes in most of them and they were mostly reruns, too.

 

1. Autumn in My Heart (Endless Love 1)
2. Winter Sonata (Endless Love 2)
3. Summer Scent (Endless Love 3)
4. Glass Shoes (Glass Slippers)
5. Stairway to Heaven
6. Sad Love Song
7. Save the Last Dance
7. Beautiful Days
9. Attic Cat (Rooftop Room Cat)
10. Successful Story of a Bright Girl
11. Mr. Duke
12. Lovers in Paris
13. Stained Glass
14 Friends
12. Loving You
13. Love Story in Harvard
14. All About Eve
15. Full House (my whole family’s favorite)
16. Princess Lulu
17. Which Star Are You From?
18. I’m Sorry, I Love You
19. Love Letter
20. Guardian Angel
21. Sang Doo! Let’s Go to School
22. The Bodyguard
23. Irene
24. Yellow Handkerchief
25. Hotelier
26. Sassy Girl, Chun-hyang (Delightful Girl Chun-hyang)
27. Sweet 18
28. My 19 Year Old Sister-in-Law
29. Oh! Phil Seung
30. Miss Kim Makes One Million
31. Prince’s First Love (First Love of a Royal Prince)
32. Only You
33. Emperor of the Sea
34. Love Truly (I Really, Really Like You)
35. Jewel in the Palace (Dae Jang Geum)
36. My Name is Kim Sam Soon (My Lovely Sam Soon)
37. Princess Hours (Goong)
38. Jumong the Prince of Legend (one of my favorites and my father and bro, too!)
39. Love Lost in Time
40. Matchmaker’s Lover
41. Women in the Sun
42. Hong Gildong
43. The Great King Sejong
44. You Are My Destiny
45. Worlds Within
46. My Precious Child (still airing on KBS World when I’m writing this)
47. Boys Over Flowers (reminiscing high school days…hahaha!)

48. Mr. Goodbye

49. Iron Empress (though not every episode…it’s still airing!)

50. Slingshot (a.k.a. A Man’s Story) I’m intrigued on how the story will unfold.:)

 

09
Mar

Set the record straight

Maalaala mo kaya is a drama anthology based on true stories and is being aired every Saturday on ABS-CBN. Viewers can learn many things about the stories of real people and how they deal with life’s struggles and tragedies. Some have happy endings while others don’t have. These stories are real tearjerkers and I had my ‘crying’ moments myself when I used to watch MMK in the Philippines ’cause there’s no TFC (or even the global channel of the rival network) here in this part of the world and I also don’t have time to watch it in youtube.

 

Why on earth am I writing about this? It’s because I read a blog in multiply about how an episode (Feb. 28 to be exact) in MMK tarnished the reputation of my dear alma mater, UPLB (or elbi as those from the school fondly call it). I became curious about that episode and did some research. It was totally irresponsible. Nakakainis though I don’t want to show it but nakakainis talaga. Why? It’s because the story was clearly fabricated and sensationalized to boost the ratings of a TV show. I’m writing this not because I’m overreacting but because I love the institution that taught me how to be tough and to work under pressure but yet to remain humble and self-less in triumphs. Kung kailangan ang boses ko para maipagtanggol siya, gagawin ko.

 

The protagonist allegedly was a summa cum laude BS Agribusiness graduate from elbi who had so much difficulty getting a decent job and later lost her sanity. The story was far from the truth and it earned the ire of UPians because it mentioned the school more than once (UPLB to be exact) and even focusing the diploma on the wall that had the name of the school on it. However, just to remind you that a UP diploma is written in Filipino - Unibersidad ng Pilipinas…but on the MMK ‘Blusa’ episode it was written in English. The University officials already issued a statement about this. I read it and posted it here. Read on…

 

Source: http://professionalheckler.wordpress.com/2009/03/06/uplbmmk/)

 

UPLB to “Maalaala Mo Kaya”:“Set the record straight”

 

UPLB has issued an official statement to ABS-CBN Broadcasting Corporation in light of a recent episode of their “Maalala Mo Kaya” program which inadvertently cast a bad light on the University and its constituents:

 

“Our attention has been called by constituents and alumni to an episode featured in Maala-ala Mo Kaya entitled “Blusa,” which was aired on ABS-CBN on Feb. 28 and on TFC recently. Our constituents and alumni were concerned whether the episode was based on truth.

 

The story was of a woman who allegedly graduated BS AgriBusiness, summa cum laude, from the University of the Philippines Los Baños or UPLB, who could not find a job, and ended up a stripper. We tried to find out who the subject was by tracking all 27 of our summa cum laude graduates from the time the University was established in 1909. We could not find anyone matching the subject as portrayed in “Blusa.”


Whether or not the subject was a UPLB graduate, we deeply sympathize with her and her family. However, in the interest of maintaining its reputation as a truthful storyteller, the MMK should have a mechanism to validate claims by letter senders especially those that require a stretch of imagination as to be believed.

 

While indeed touching and a perfect example of a human-interest story, “Blusa” regrettably affected the reputation of UPLB as an educational institution and its constituents and alumni. We therefore request ABS-CBN to set the record straight and correct the wrong impression that it created among its viewers. We also make an appeal to producers of similar programs to be more prudent in reporting stories with claims that would affect the reputation not only of a school but also of its alumni in the Philippines and abroad.

 

Thank you.”

 

06
Mar

Kaleidoscope World

“…Every color and every hue

Is represented by me and you

Take a slide in the slope

Take a look in the kaleidoscope

Spinnin’ round, make it twirl

In this kaleidoscope world…”

Thanks for the music Francis M.  Soldiers need to rest, too though you’ll surely be missed. There’ll surely be cold summer nights ahead…:(

30
Jan

Be that girl

 

Don’t let anyone put you down because you are different.

Dare to be different, embrace it, live it but not to the point

of being boastful and rebellious.

Do it the right way, having wisdom and sound mind from

HIM who made us unique.

 

Be candid but not tactless. Openness is pleasant but remember

to engage your brain before saying a word, not to be harsh but selfless.

Don’t beat around the bush but be sincere to what you believe in.

 

Be sassy but classy, simple but elegant. The kind of girl who is bold, not

afraid of changes but is totally grounded to the ideals of old – to be faithful

in actions and not mere words. Live in a way that you can be revered

because respect is not forced but gained.

 

Explore the world while you have time because you only live this life once.

However, bear in mind that the footprints that you leave are those worth

to be smiled upon UP THERE and by those next in line.

 

JLynn

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

19
Jan

There is hope…

Regret is for those people who do not recognize the significance of something while it is still around. He then realizes how precious it is after it is gone. Then he misses it and hopes that he can turn back time. However, it is too late. It is gone…forever. 

Now let’s change something to someone.   

Regret is for those people who do not recognize the significance of someone while she is still around. He then realizes how precious she is after she is gone. Then he misses her and hopes that he can turn back time. However, it is too late. She is gone…forever. 

It’s like a plot in a tv drama or movie – sad and tragic. Most people hate this kind of ending and wish a better one. However, this is reality. Life doesn’t always have happy endings but the way a person handles misery, failure and frustration from another makes the difference. You can see her smile but deep inside she’s hurting. He jokes around but he just had a major setback the other day. How do they do that? Aren’t they human? Yes, they are but they hold on to something that other people don’t realize they have – HOPE.   

Smiling when I’m a major failure doesn’t make me a fake. I can cry my heart out in my room the other night but go out looking like a winner the next day is okay. 

Regrets, failures and disappointments should not hold us back to live life to the fullest and be a better person. God did not make us to wallow in self-pity but to praise him in the midst of trials and difficulties because he has given us hope and future.

18
Nov

Thoughts on MiSa

It was a heartwarming drama about love between a son and his mother. I really shed precious tears when the dying son asked his mom to cook for him. Of course there were other scenes that I cried, too but this one was particularly poignant. His mom didn’t know his real identity yet but deep inside she felt an unexplainable compassion for the young man after he left barely eating the food she prepared. I read one comment about this drama that the mother never knew that her son was alive until the end but I beg to disagree. Truly it was not clearly depicted because there were no subsequent scenes of encounter between mother and son. However in the scene when he was about to die, he heard his mom called him son. It was some kind of recollection and it could be possible that he just imagined it but I really insist that she eventually knew because I would be depressed if not. LOL.

 

I don’t really like to watch tragic movies or TV series because I usually end up having those silly bags under my eyes the next day. However, I can’t help it. Most of the films that I love involve either the death of the protagonist or those very close to him/her. It’s really sad but the weird thing is I find strength in stories like these. It’s because in spite of the loss, I always tell myself that it needs to happen to accomplish the purpose of the story. I feel strong because I’m able to face the reality of death.

 

Death is in fact as Eun Chae said, ‘not a big deal’ although she only said that to make her dying boyfriend enjoy the last days of his life and stop worrying about her. It’s common because we all die once. However, the deepness of loss and loneliness depends on how close we are to the person. If we want to move on though, we really need to let go.

 

Tragic endings also squeeze my creative juices. For me the story doesn’t end there although you’re already reading Fin on the screen. I usually invent later scenarios for those who are left behind. I believe there is still hope, a silver lining somewhere and a comforting thought in the midst of difficulty.

 

It was funny that in this particular story I ended up having a BIG crush on the lead actor and learning how to write simple Korean words. Winks. I was glad he got a best actor award in 2004 for his superb portrayal.

I’m sorry, I love you

Cha Moo Hyuk:

“Dear God,

if you would allow Song Eun Chae to be with me, from now to my death.

If you would allow her just be with me,

my hate,

my anger,

my jealousy,

I would gladly take it all back.”

Song Eun Chae:

“Even as I was alive, he was lonely.

I can’t leave him alone like this.

Just this once in my life

I’m thinking for myself

and living for myself.

I will accept any punishment that comes.”

 

 

 

 

29
Sep

jUAn de LA cRuz cRiEs fOR hELp

After I read a blog in multiply about a speech on my alma mater’s centennial celebration, I couldn’t move for seconds. I just stared on the monitor. OA na kung OA but I was really hit by the message. I really want to see real changes in my country. I want to wake up one day to see the Philippines as a major economic force in the region and the rest of the world. I know I’m not the only one, you, too right? However, the question is how? The speaker asked if what can alumni of the leading university in the country do and even from other universities do. He said, BIG. Although I’m sure I’m not part of those “powerful and wealthy” alumni he mentioned, I know I can help in my own little way. However, I really feel helpless. What can I do? Where should I start? Well, I really don’t know except that revolutionary armed struggle is definitely not the answer.

 

He mentioned about Thais who studied agriculture in Los Baños and made Thailand a rice exporter. Why can’t the Philippines do that? What is wrong with us? We trained these foreign professionals and when they came back to their own country, they applied what they learned and succeeded in alleviating problems in the agricultural sector. Why can’t we do that? The problem is not only in agriculture but in all sectors of the Philippine society. Do we need a new form of government? Do we lack leaders who have vision in bringing the country to glory?

 

I refuse to answer those questions. All I know is that we claim to be a Christian nation with a democracy patterned to the US and having English as our official language but millions of Filipinos are still below the poverty line. Everyday the poor becomes poorer and the rich becomes richer. We should not be sad but be alarmed because it’s getting worse everyday. Are we going to blame our former colonizers for this turmoil? We should stop pointing fingers because we had plenty of time to correct what was rotten in the system after our independence.

 

Many of our brilliant young men and women are leaving the country to work abroad because of better compensation and more financial security. The question is, are you one of them? I think the question I should ask is, are you one of us? However, who dares to blame us?

 

Now I want to answer the question I asked earlier. I need to start somewhere. You need to start somewhere. It doesn’t mean that we need to be as brilliant or as powerful and wealthy like others to help. We simply need to love our very own for us to be able to sacrifice for it. What our country needs is unity in its people. How many of us can sing the national anthem with valor and dignity? I wish we can sing like that not only during Pacquiao’s fights.

 

Well in this point of time I think I know what I should do. I am going to start with a prayer. I commit myself to pray for my country. I hope you, too. King David did that before and victory was his. I believe that the God he called for help is the same God today. Of course, action (aside from bended knees and cries) is needed but before doing anything we need to pray first. God can do the impossible. He will if our nation will humble before Him and pray, if we seek Him and turn from our wicked ways as the Holy Scriptures stated. We claim to be the only Christian nation in Southeast Asia but we are lagging behind our neighbors who don’t have faith like ours. Is our faith too weak? I think we need to examine ourselves very closely. We really need to pray for help and ask God for wisdom about our next move.

23
Sep

tHe gOLdEn wOmAn

                            

05
Sep

El amor de mi vida

I really wanted to learn Spanish when I was in high school but I never had the chance. Now I’m learning on my own (It’s harder than I thought). Actually, I’ve just started. =D The following is something that I wrote last year when I was alone in Bangkok after my classes. I tried to translate it to Spanish few days ago with some help of course (great help!). Hehehe. Try lang naman. It is inspired by the books of 1 Kings and 2 Kings, Nehemiah and Ezra in the Old Testament.

When we walk through this desert

we are not afraid

for God has promised

to be with us night and day.

When we pass through this river

we will not be drowned

for God has spoken

have faith and He’ll keep you strong.

The gracious hand of God

is on everyone who looks to Him

but His great wrath

is against those who forsake Him.

The hand of our God is on us.

The hand of our God is on us.

We humble ourselves

before the great God of Israel.

We bow down to Him

and He hears our prayers.

Cuando caminamos a través de este desierto

no tenemos miedo

para Dios ha prometido

para ser con nosotros noche y día.

Cuando pasamos a través de este río

nos no ahogarán

para Dios ha hablado

tenga fe y él le mantendrá fuerte.

La mano graciosa de Dios

está en cada uno que mire a él

pero su gran cólera

está contra los que lo abandonen.

La mano de nuestro Dios.

La mano de nuestro Dios.

Nos humillamos

a gran Dios de Israel.

Arqueamos abajo a él

y él oye nuestros rezos.

Gracias. Espere que pase. (Thank you. I hope I pass). =D

20
Aug

mAn’s bEstfriEnD

The movie (Eight Below) was not really new ’cause it was released in 2006 but I didn’t know why in the world I wasn’t able to watch it. Maybe it was shown during my "movie viewing hiatus" days.=D Anyways, it was a story about a team of Antarctic explorers and their sled dogs. Of course, there was more to that. The story actually started when Jerry Shepard (the guide played by Paul Walker) agreed to lead a geologist (Dr. Davis McClaren played by Bruce Greenwood) in a very risky mission to find a rare meteorite from planet Mercury in the icy wilderness. They were able to find what they were looking for but barely survived because of some unfortunate events. A major storm was coming, Dr. McClaren had a broken leg and Jerry had frostbite. However, thanks to the team of sled dogs the two humans were able to return to base camp alive. All members of the team were evacuated later to safer grounds except the dogs. They were chained outside the desolate camp, all eight of them.

The scene was so sad, I almost cried. I knew what Jerry felt. He wanted to go back and save them but it was impossible. It was like, you wanted it so badly but all circumstances were against you. You couldn’t control it, especially that we’re talking about nature here. I’m used to have dogs around the house when I was growing up and I love their company. My favorite was a dog named after my younger brother Joy2x (his nickname). "He" was loyal to our family. I talked to "him" like "he" was my friend. Whenever I had a late night practice for the dance troupe in high school, "he" patiently waited for me and accompanied me home. "He" died few years back due to old age but I still misses "him" today. "He" was one of a kind. We still have dogs in the house now but I’m not that close to them ’cause I don’t come home more often.

Nevertheless, the film ended with a happy note. Jerry was reunited with his dogs. The scene when Max wanted to tell Jerry that Maya was still out there was touching. I finally cried when he realized that Maya was still alive. It was happy indeed ’cause he got his dogs back though not all of them and the woman that could understand his passion.

24
Jul

wHat jecel meAns

Written below is the “meaning” of my name according to http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/outcome.php:

You are fair, honest, and logical. You are a natural leader, and people respect you.
You never give up, and you will succeed… even if it takes you a hundred tries.
You are rational enough to see every part of a problem. You are great at giving other people advice.

You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.
You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.
At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.

You are very open. You communicate well, and you connect with other people easily.
You are a naturally creative person. Ideas just flow from your mind.
A true chameleon, you are many things at different points in your life. You are very adaptable.

You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.
You are light hearted and accepting. You don’t get worked up easily.
Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.

It’s really cool because it is truly me except on some aspects. If you want to know yours, just click the link above. Ciao!

16
Jul

’sAng taOn nA pO

Ang bilis talaga ng panahon. Parang kelan lang na nagpaalam ako sa bahay at mga dabarkads na punta rito at eto one year na pala ako sa lugar na ’to. Actually nung June 2 pa po sa Bangkok kaso dito sa Hatyai, last July 9 pa.

Ano bang nangyari sa loob ng isang taon? Naging mas strong at matapang (naks!) ata ako. Grabe kasi I didn’t know anyone tapos kinumbinse ko talaga sina mama na maging okay lahat. Tapos last semester ko pa sa denrm kaya di rin talaga madali but faithful talaga si Lord.

Super mababait ang mga peeps na nakilala ko kaya super saya although may times din na malungkot kasi di na ako makakauwi agad sa bahay. The first Filipino that I met in Bangkok was Loraine. I was really glad to meet her because at least di ako puro English. Iba talaga pag kababayan. We were the only Filipinos in our class at ECC.

Then July 9 nga last year, punta ako ng south where I met several Filipino teachers and the family of Pastor Ale & Ate Luz. Mas masaya kasi mas marami. Bilib talaga ako sa pinoy kasi kahit galing sa iba’t ibang backgrounds, nagdadamayan. Salamat po sa lahat ng kainan, tawanan, kantahan at kahit sa iyakan.

I really hope that we continue to be “lights” and “salts” in this part of the world. God has a purpose for each one of us. Sa akin, naging curious lang ako during my STS class in college. Kung ano yung mga questions, ask nyo na lang ako if kita tayo basta ang totoo may puwang sa puso ko ang bansang ‘to (naks!).

 

02
Jul

aNonG mErOn sA 304?

Natatawa talaga ako kasi kung saan-saang unit na ako napadpad, sa Room 304 din lang pala ang bagsak ko. Sa mga hindi nakakaalam, nung unang salta ko pa sa Hatyai dapat ay sa Viriya Court talaga ako at sa Room 304 nga kaso di natuloy. Ni-recommend kasi ng bago kung friend na si Cha na dun para mas malapit kami. Di natuloy kasi naisip naming dun na lang sa may wireless internet connection na apartment.

Mula July hanggang October last year, sa City Court kami ni Miss Olga. Maganda ang lugar kaso di masyadong nakakapasok ang preskong hangin kaya lagi akong matamlay. Nagdecide na naman kami na umalis at maghanap ng mas magandang lugar. Nakahanap nga, mas malaki at sariwa ang hangin pero pag tanghali, super init. Buti na lang di naman kami nagbababad dun kasi laging nasa trabaho. Hapon na kami pag umuwi kaya ok lang. Ang di lang maganda sa isang taong tulad ko na tamad maglakad ay ang pagbaba at pag-akyat sa apat na palapag na building kasi ang unit namin ay nasa 4th floor, Room 401. Ewan ko ba kung bakit walang elevator. Dagdag pa na kelangan kong dumaan sa overpass tuwing umaga at hapon kasi nakakatakot tumawid sa pedestrian lane. Wala kasing sinasantong tao ang mga motorista. Oo naman, hindi naman lahat pero karamihan talaga. Buti na lang malapit lang ang school.

Mula November hanggang March sa taong ‘to dun kami. Sensya na, di ko kasi nakuha ung name ng building. Anyway, bakit hanggang March lang? Kasi po nag-alsa balutan na naman kami. Bakit na naman? Kasi nagdesisyun na naming maghiwalay ng landas ni Miss Olga. Joke lang. Ang totoo kasi may mga panahon na nagugutom ako (di ko alam sa kasama ko) dun sa hindi ko nga alam ang name nung building kasi alam mo na tamad din minsang magluto at mamalengke. Trip ko kasing kumain bago matulog. Wala pa namang malapit na restaurant o di kaya’y 7eleven. Kelangan mo na ulit tumawid sa nakakatakot na kalsada kung ayaw mong mag-overpass. Meron palang 7eleven na di na kelangan tumawid kaso medyo malayo kaya naisip kong dun na talaga sa Viriya Court kasi nasa baba si Pi Da at may malapit na convenience store. Si Pi Da po ay eksperto sa pagluluto ng Thai food. Nagbebenta rin siya ng masasarap na ice creams.

Kaya yun nga, lumipat na naman kami. Ako sa Room 306 at si Miss Olga ay sa Room 307. Yun lang kasi ang mga bakante nung panahong yun. Medyo matagal din ako sa 306. Nakauwi na ako ng ‘pinas nung Mayo at nakabalik kasama ang kapatid ko, dun pa rin. Kaso pag-uwi ko kahapon, napag-alaman kong bakante ang Room 304. Nagustuhan ‘to ng kapatid ko kasi mas malaki ang balcony. Nagustuhan ko na rin kasi gusto nya eh. Mas malaki naman ang bathroom kaya ok na rin talaga.

Super linis kami the whole night kasi balak na naming lumipat bago mag Biyernes. Nakakamiss din ang 306 pero ganun talaga yun, lahat nagbabago. Sure akong di nakakapagod yung paghahakot, di tulad dati, kasi nasa tapat lang ng 306 ang 304. Sayang nga wala na si Cha kasi kukuwento ko sana na lipat na kami mamya. Hope mabasa nya ‘tong post ko. Hehehe.

26
Apr

Independent @ 25

Twenty-five is quite late to be independent. However, I had my first taste of “independence” when I was sixteen. I left home to study biology in UP Los Baños. I was not alone though ‘cause I lived with mama’s cousin, had relatives in town and still asked money from my parents. After college I thought it was time but mama asked me to go home. I thought I’d stay for a year but I was asked to teach chemistry, been involved with the CYF and helped in our business. However, those four years were great ‘cause I got closer to my parents and bro. Then last year I decided to travel abroad alone. It was scary but I loved it. I asked blessings from my parents ‘cause I didn’t like to leave the house without their “go” signal. I’m always obedient (except sometimes):).

I know that God is always with me so I’m not totally scared. I got a job last year and stayed in Thailand. It feels great but I really miss home. No one can really have the best of both worlds.

22
Jan

nOstalgiA

As I walk from my extra class today, several kids greet me downstairs. They are waiting either for their father or mother to pick them up. It is my fourth time to handle an extra class but this time is different. Today reminds me of a little girl years back who patiently waited for her papa to pick her up from school or who was eager to see her papa waiting for her outside the classroom.

I miss that moment. I can’t help but be teary-eyed when I see the smile of a Prathum kid as she grabs her father’s hand. They walk together happily. It is nostalgic. I miss that little girl twenty years ago. I miss papa.

I miss that little girl who tagged along her mama when she was five; the little girl who took a “crash course” on ballet and attended piano lessons because mama told her so. I miss when mama told her she can do it. Mama believed in her little girl even twenty years back. How I wish she is near so I can hug her. I miss mama.

17
Dec

hOmE

Heaven_2

 

I ran from home

many years back.

I looked for the things

to fill me up.

But I was wrong

and I tried to deny it.

Deep inside my heart

was a voice telling me,

That you loved me

and you waited for me.

Endless seasons

but your love never faded.

Thank you Jesus for your amazing grace

Your love and forgiveness

brought me home.

I was lost

but now I’m found.

I long for the day

to run to you,

To your open arms

waiting to embrace me,

with a smile on your face

lighting up my day.

Thanks for choosing me

before I was born.

Thanks for loving me

‘cause I’ve grown so strong.

Thank you Jesus for your amazing grace

Your love and forgiveness

brought me home.

JLynn

03
Mar

enVi aDvocAcy

DaisyI just finished my exam in ENRM 222. Lisuda oi. Sakit sa kamot kay puro essay.

What really bothered me during my envi advocacy class was the concept of “mainstream thinking.” It is hard to make people change their exploitative lifestyles for the sake of the environment because they consider the latter as an “add-on” rather than an integral part of the very fabric of life. Hope everyone should consider the EARTH in their list of priorities. Lip service is not enough, action is needed!

I recommend the docu film: The Incovenient Truth for everyone to watch.

16
Jan

jOurnEy

You are walking endlessly
you are running at times
you want to stop and
rest for a while
you look for life’s purpose
you make mistakes
you learn sound lessons
out of them
summer has passed
spring is here
then when leaves start to fall
soon winter is coming
many seasons come and go
the music fades and
the laughter faints
but still it continues
it is a long journey,
but it will surely end.
then a sign will say,
“welcome home my friend.”

JLynn

16
Jan

enVi aDvocAcy pArt 2

Denuded_forest From what I submitted to ENRM 222 (Environmental Advocacy):

           I love the environment. I really do. There is a certain bond between nature and me that I can’t explain. All I know is that I love to spend time in its tranquility and be immersed in its diversity. That’s why I’m also sad to see it ruined.

When we were growing up, my brother and I spent our summer vacations at my grandmother’s house near the seashore. As a kid, I didn’t mind the sun’s heat as long as enjoyed swimming and playing in its pristine waters even during low tides when the water at the intertidal zone was shallow. Actually, low tides were my favorite because I could see and intently observe crabs, fishes, starfishes and other sea creatures. Every time they hid behind the rocks, I waited for them to come out. This explains my tanned look when I was little. My grandmother, my uncle and my aunts really had a hard time convincing me to stay inside the house. They even called me at one point as “kataw” (Cebuano for mermaid) or “anak ng dagat” (child of the sea).

          It also became a habit to pick up shells every late afternoon along the beach. I found it amazing that shells came in different shapes and sizes. I had no idea then that I would take up Biology in college. I liked to group the shells that I collected according to how they looked and assigned them in different families. If there were many different shells, there were many families, too. I couldn’t remember if I gave them names but all I knew was that I built a community of shells. My aunts found it weird so when I was not looking, they got rid of them. I usually cried when I found out that they were gone. Then my grandmother would assure me that I could find more shells the following day.

I know many people would find it odd or even creepy but I love the smell of soil just after the weeds are pulled out. I am also mesmerized of how water exists as it is. It flows easily and if there are barriers along the way, it surely finds a way out. How sad that its role in our lives is like that of a double-edged sword. Yes, it makes life on earth possible; however, it can also be an agent of destruction.

There is still one thing that I want to divulge. The main reason that I chose to study in UP Los Baños was Mount Makiling. I heard of stories about the mountain from my grandmother because she was able to visit Los Baños when my grandfather was still alive. She told me that it was overlooking the famous Laguna de Bay and I also read stories about Maria Makiling.

However, my childhood idea of a nearly perfect or even perfect environment changes when I see how it is plundered. I feel its pain but sadly not everyone notices that it is crying out for help. I think people forget that we don’t own anything on this planet. We are just stewards of God’s creation. Yes, we are given the authority to rule over the rest of the earth but we must remember that we need to look after them to make sure that they are safe and protected. We are supposedly the rational and intelligent beings, why is it so hard for some of us to fathom that whatever they do to the environment will surely backfire not only to them but also to the rest of us? It seems that they just don’t care as long as they reap the short-term benefits; not minding the long-term problems brought about by their unscrupulous acts.

            I think this is what others missed – EVERYTHING in nature is interconnected. When you see a forest, it is not only composed of trees but of all other living and nonliving things, which interact with each other and in the process, influence each other’s form and survival.  This diversity is not only confined to forest ecosystem but to other type of ecosystems as well. Whenever someone cuts a tree, may it be in mangrove or upland forest, I think he does not fully understand that his action can be detrimental to the wildlife that particular tree supports or that it upsets the stability of the ecosystem. He would not dare touch the tip of the axe or chainsaw on its trunk if he is aware and concerned about the fatal consequences.

          Indeed the environment needs to be protected because once it is destroyed it is hard to bring back what is lost. However, we cannot simply stare and cry over spilled milk. We need to do something. I strongly believe that concerning denuded forests, reforestation is not the answer but RESTORATION. We need to identify the trees that are indigenous to the area and start the restoration if we want to bring even half of its past glory.

16
Jan

uncOnditiOnal loVe

God is love...

God is love...

Fears…weaknesses…unconditional love from my Journal (January 23, 2000)

Written below is a beautiful song by Rebecca St. James. I forgot the title but it doesn’t matter. The song has a profound relevance to my life.

You search me/You know me/You see my every move/There’s nothing I could ever do/To hide myself from you/You know my thoughts/My fears and hurts/My weaknesses and my pride/You know what I am going through/And how I feel inside/But even though you know/You will always love me/Even though you know/You’ll never let me go/I don’t deserve your love/But you give it freely/You will always love me/Even though you know.

16
Jan

tHe pOwEr of lOvE

Love…God… from my Journal (March 3, 2000

“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.” I Corinthians 13: 4-7.

God is love. He loves His children. He teaches us to love, too. Love is powerful. It is holy and pure. If God’s love is in our hearts, we will be patient, kind, forgiving, peaceful, etc. There is joy in waiting if we are patient and we love to wait for God’s way to fulfill all things. Love should be maintained that way. It should be used for the welfare of others and for the name of the Most High to be glorified always in each of our lives.

16
Jan

bE still

Be still…have a quiet heart… from my Journal (February 23, 2001)

“The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not be in want. He makes me lie down in green pastures, He leads me beside quiet waters, He restores my soul.” Psalm 23:1-2

When I am in a hectic day, God wants me to pull off the side of the road, stop the clamoring engine of this world around me and listen to Him.

However, sometimes I’m in a hurry to listen because of my deadlines, exams and late classes. God is always talking to me, but how can I hear Him if I’m busy? How can He make me lie down in green pastures and lead me beside quiet waters if I’m not still myself? How can He restore my soul if I don’t take time to sit at the feet of Jesus? I know I need to be still, to have a quiet heart and to stop my grumbling and complaints.

16
Jan

aMaziNg gRacE

Salvation…Jesus Christ from my Journal (February 2, 2002)

“For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son. Whosoever believes in Him will never perish but have everlasting life.” John 3:16

There is no pain much greater than what Jesus had experienced. My hurts and pains are nothing compared to the hurts that He felt. Yet, He never retaliated, He never condemned and He never harbored bitterness. Rather, He offered love, forgiveness and salvation to humanity. All we need is to believe in Him, to repent from all our sins and to accept Him in our hearts because Jesus is the only way to the Father (John 14:6).

I simply argue that the cross be raised again
at the center of the marketplace
as well as on the steeple of the church.
I am rediscovering the claim that
Jesus was not crucified in a cathedral
between two candles
but on a cross between two thieves;
on the town garbage heap,
at a crossroad so cosmopolitan
that they had to write His title
in Latin and in Hebrew and in Greek.
At the kind of place where cynics talk smut
and thieves curse and soldiers gamble;
Because that is where He died
and that is what He died about
and that is where Christians ought to be
and what Christians ought to be about.

GEORGE McLEOD

16
Jan

tRue loVe wAits

God’s will…love… from my Journal (September 10, 2002)

I am really sure that I want to spend the rest of my life with someone who loves Jesus more than he loves me. I want to live with a man who is passionate with Christ. My belief is simply anchored on my faith and love for the Lord.

The following poem by Ruth Bell Graham (wife of Evangelist Billy Graham) shows how nice it is to commit to God this important aspect of our lives:

Dear God, I prayed, all unafraid
(as we’re inclined to do)
I do not need a handsome man
but let him be like You;
I do not need one big and strong
nor yet so very tall,
nor need he be some genius,
or wealthy, Lord, at all;
but let his head be high, dear God,
and let his eye be clear,
his shoulders straight, whate’er his state,
whate’er his earthly sphere;
and let his face have character,
a ruggedness of soul,
and let his whole life show, dear God,
a singleness of goal;
then when he comes
(as he will come)
with quiet eyes aglow,
I’ll understand that he’s the man
I prayed for long ago.

RUTH BELL GRAHAM

16
Jan

wArriOr is a cHild

Warrior…child…dependent… from my Journal (February 25, 2003)

Yes indeed, the warrior is a child (courtesy of Twila Paris). It is hard to let go of my tears and pour out everything in my heart. How I wish I will not exist anymore; how I want to be invisible and to escape all the problems and pressures.
I realize that I am so fragile but selfish. I thought before that being independent was good and the nicest thing to be. But I was wrong. I realize today that unless I am dependent on God, I can’t do things properly. It is so hard to accept that I am selfish and I am destroying myself. I hate when I realize that I can’t control everything. These are tears of brokenness. Now I lay down everything, all the disappointments, pains, hurts, pressures, stress, worries and problems. I don’t understand why I should experience these but I trust God that He will never leave me. I am not strong myself but He is my strength.

On the brink of death I was.
In the edge of the cliff I stood.
I closed my eyes
And felt the emptiness inside.

I looked far and wide,
But I never realized
Or simply I just denied
That you were alive.

My tears showed my fears.
I cried ‘cause I need you.
Lord, hold my hand
And stay with me.

Everyday ‘til my last breath,
I offer up my life to you.
Tomorrow I’ll have no fear.
I am not alone I know.

The heart that once was dry,
Now beats and sings a lullaby.
On my face you put a smile
As I walk through this aisle.

JLynn

16
Jan

pillArs of cLoUds

Healing…pillars of clouds…gentle drops of rain… from my Journal (November 30, 2004)

I still remember what happened three years ago when I made a life-changing decision. November 30, 2001 would just be another day of my college life if I had opted to stay home.

I used to be a passive person. I was afraid to take risks, to go out from my comfort zone. Going to Luneta that day for the one-day prayer and fasting known as the Jesus Revolution, was never appealing to me. I thought I could not survive one whole day of not eating and not to mention, staying under the scorching heat of the sun. However, it was in the Master’s Plan that I should be there. It was written; it was supposed to be.

The buses that would take us to Manila would leave at about two o’ clock in the morning. It would really be impossible for me to be up by then. I even could not wake up early for my seven AM class, how much more at two AM?

However, I was really amazed that I exactly thirty minutes before two, I woke up. I should have congratulated myself but I knew all glory was for God.

I really felt God’s presence that day. I felt His warm embrace and His wondrous love that went beyond all my sins and faults.

My Jesus Revolution experience was one of the major turning points of my life. I may falter sometimes but now I know how to stand up again and tread on the path that God laid out for me even before I existed.

I thank Jesus for saving my life and giving me courage to conquer my fears. If I did not pay attention to His promptings, I may not see life as I see it now.

16
Jan

bAby jOn

Loss…pain…healing…              from my Journal (September 4, 2005)

Newborn I realized how fragile life was when death came to our lives last June 16. My mother gave birth prematurely to my baby brother Jon Henrique. He died but mama survived.

I remembered the events before that fateful day. Honestly, I was a bit embarrassed when the doctor confirmed that my mother was pregnant but I tried to hide it from her. I knew she was worried when she got the result of the tests because of her age. She was forty-six with two grown-up children. I was twenty-two and my younger brother Jerick was eighteen. However, we strongly believed that any unborn child had the right to live.

Months passed and all of us accepted the fact that a baby would be added to our family any time soon. On the sixth month, we already knew that the baby was a boy. Our anxiety turned to excitement as the days drew closer. I even had a name in mind for him. However, a month before June 16th, my mother and brother got into an accident on their way home. Fortunately, they were both unscathed but my mother was still brought to the hospital because she complained of an aching back. The doctor checked her and said that there was nothing to worry about. She and the baby were fine.

However, my mother was affected by the accident. She was so worried about the condition of the baby in spite the result of the ultrasound. She once told me that she seldom felt him moving in her womb. I didn’t know what to say but to assure her that the baby was okay. I never had an inkling that she would deliver our youngest brother prematurely.

I was sorry for baby Jon because he was not able to see the world. Nevertheless, I knew that he was not ours; he belonged to God. We needed to let go of him and looked at the brighter side. We should be grateful because mama survived given all the complications. She was able to deliver the baby normally although she had high blood pressure. We also thanked those people who prayed and consoled us during those difficult times.

Above all, I really felt the hand of God working those early hours in the morning. He did the impossible, even the doctors and nurses were amazed. He showed our family mercy and grace that were so sweet and amazing.

         

16
Jan

lettiNg gO

Patience…letting go…trust… from my Journal (August 9, 2006)

I have learned so many things for the past months. First was to be patient in the truest sense of the word because my patience was tested countless times. Second was to be sensitive to the needs and feelings of others. Of all the things that I have learned, the lessons of letting go and trusting the ONE BIG GOD weighed much.

I was one of those people who had the hardest time letting go of anything. However, everything changed beginning July this year. God led me to a situation, which made me realize that holding on to something (i.e. bad or hurtful memories) was not good or not even healthy. It could even result to self-destruction and even the lives of those people around me could be ruined, too. Of course, I did not want that to happen. Hence, I decided to let go of everything – pains, frustrations, fears, anger, feeling of loss, etc. When I did that, I found peace.

God also led me to another situation, which made me realize that I did not have to fear or to be dismayed because He is great. He was, is and never will be weak! I just need to listen, obey and walk humbly before Him and above all to trust Him. It means never to get worried of both trivial and big things because the God who shut the mouths of lions, who dried up the Red Sea and destroyed the enemies of His people, is the God whom I serve – who loves me and cares for me no matter what.

16
Jan

bAtan-oN pAdayOn…

Batan-on…paglawig… from my Journal (December 30, 2006)

My brother and I just came home from this year’s Christmas Youth Camp, which ended last night. It was tiring but I really had fun. The youth from our church did well in our play and we were also able to compose and present a song, which was relevant to the CYF theme, Batan-on: Padayon sa Paglawig.

Paglawig

Ikaw ug ako niining kalibotan
Naglawig taliwala sa kalisdanan
Pero hinundumi kanunay
Sa unahan adunay kaharuhay

Chorus:
Mao na batan-on padayon sa paglawig
Padayon gihapon sa pagdayeg
Ayaw kabalaka sa balod ug unos
Kay anaa si Hesus atong manunubos

Dili kita angay nga mapandol
Sa pagsulay nga moabot kanato
Pero hinumdumi kanunay
Sa unahan adunay paglaum

Higala kab-ota ang imong pangandoy
Ayaw sayanga ang imong kaugmaon
Kay hinumdumi kanunay
Sa unahan adunay paglaum

15
Jan

“sAys who?”

Authority…God’s Words…            from my Journal (January 3, 2007)

           BibleI watched Time Changer last night on TV. It was a movie about a Bible School Professor who traveled in the future to see for himself what would happen if God’s authority over His words were removed. It was very interesting and I was never bored. It was like Back in the Future but more exciting.

     Indeed, God should be acknowledged every time people speak His words. If someone says to another person that lying is a sin and that person asks, “Says who?” The former should state that Jesus said that in order to establish authority.

 

15
Jan

feArLeSs

Travel the Road…Building 429 from my Journal (January 10, 2007)

    I forgot to write last year when I saw the new season of Travel the Road. I just remember it when the song Fearless of Building 429 crossed my mind a while ago. It is one of my favorite shows on TV. It chronicles the journey of two missionaries, Tim Scott and Will Decker across Asia, Europe, Africa and other far-flung places on earth. My brother and I watched the show together and we just loved it.

    Personally, I really admire Tim, Will and all the crew and staff of the show. Their passion in bringing the good news of Jesus Christ to the world exudes on the screen. Actually, the song Fearless by Building 429 is inspired by the lives of these two missionaries. (If you want to experience the thrills of their journey just visit traveltheroad.com or watch it on JCTV).

    Check out the beautifully written lyrics of Fearless: I don’t understand/ No I can’t comprehend/ This power that draws me to you/ But I know for the cross/ I’ll consider all lost In an effort to tell of the truth/ That the world may know/ That the world may know/ That you have been heaven sent to us/ That the world may see/ That the captives are free/ For you have been heaven sent to us/ I’ll be fearless for You/ I’ll be fearless for You/ Take me I’m Yours/ I’ll be fearless for You/ All the times that I’ve failed/ When my doubt has prevailed/ These are the moments I’m giving to you/ Cause I can’t be ashamed/ No I can’t fear the pain/ When it comes time to be living proof/ So the world may see/ That the captives are freed/ ‘Cause you have been heaven sent to us/ Unwilling to bend/ Unwilling to break/ Headstrong I’ll stand/ No matter what it takes

http://www.building429.com (check the video) http://www.lyricsmania.com/lyrics/building_429_lyrics_7961/rise_lyrics_26540

15
Jan

aNgEr mAnAgemEnt

(This is from what I contributed to Manila Bulletin (Diaries) in 2004 but I deleted some parts to make it shorter). Drama_queen1 

    A friend once told that I have a habit of evading from facing a conflict with someone. As much as I wanna deny it, I think she was right.

    I always run from a nasty situation, either because I don’t want too much drama in my life or I feel it is hopeless to fix the situation at the moment. Don’t blame me ‘cause I’m the type who doesn’t like heavy confrontations. I’d rather go to my room, pour all my angst alone, grab my pillows for punching bags, and then cry my heart out under the covers.

    For me, it’s better that way than shouting and talking trash, which could end up hurting the person I’m confronting, and in the process, hurting me as well.

    My room is my solace, my comfort zone where I could say everything I want, without the fear of being slapped. I hate foul languages but I betray myself countless times when I couldn’t help but utter one while punching the pillows. I always end up saying sorry…

    I know many people find it difficult to understand me. They say I’m a coward because I don’t face adversities head-on. But they’re wrong. I just don’t want to face a feisty adversary, ready to explode just like that. I want things to cool down first before settling an issue. Because if not, I’m aware that my mouth could be bad sometimes, you know.

    So, shall I say that there are three things that help me control my anger: (1) listen; (2) count silently to keep myself from talking back: or (3) walk out from the scene.

    Sometimes, I even wonder if there’s something wrong with me. If controlling anger is indeed a flaw, then so be it, but hey, I’m just being true to myself. Most people would do anything just to let others know what they feel, not minding it it’s scandalous or irrational. But I’m not like that.

    I strongly believe that one should settle everything with himself and with God first before confronting anybody. Tough situations bring out the best and worst in a person. Though many would disagree, I still think that it is better to fight with yourself than with others because it will save you the trouble of patching things up. Do I see eyebrows arching somewhere? Yeah, I expected that.

15
Jan

I lOvE pALawAn

Unforgettable moments….

Almost five years ago, I decided to take up Wildlife Field Practicum in Palawan, located in the southwestern part of the Philippines. It was my first trip to the island. I didn’t know what to expect except that it was known for its rich flora and fauna. I was really excited about the whole trip but a bit anxious, too, because I had to live in a tent the whole time. I wondered if I could survive. It would mean two weeks and four days in the wild without the things that I was used to. Truly, I needed to sacrifice a number of personal comforts.

However, the thrill and joy of being with nature were priceless. Weeks before our departure, we attended an orientation conducted by our wildlife professor. He briefed us on the things we need to do in the wild and taught us the basic skills in setting up a tent and trapping animals.

At exactly three o’ clock on a hot afternoon of April 2002, we boarded the ship off to the port of Coron, Busuanga Is., Palawan. Together with me on the trip were four other students, our wildlife professor, our laboratory aide and four workers from the Museum of Natural History in UP Los Baños. We reached the island safely the following day. Our professor told us to text or to call our loved ones because it would not be possible once we rode the bus to the camping site. Except for the dusty road, the bus ride was fun. The lush green countryside was a sight to behold.

We spent our first week in Busuanga where I shared a tent with two other female classmates. We took a bath and washed our clothes in a small well in the nearby forest. I felt we were in a SURVIVOR episode. Life was so simple but everyday was a challenge. Aside from tasting exotic foods, we caught frogs, trapped squirrels and colorful birds like kingfishers, monarchs, pigeons, etc. They were freed after we took their measurements and names.

We also trapped bats. However, freeing them was hard. Worse, we were told to free them from the mist nets with bare hands. I hesitated at first. This is the price of being adventurous, I thought. I gathered all my wits and examined one bat. I controlled myself from freaking out. I was extra careful not to hurt it and be bitten in the process. Then suddenly, I screamed when its little but sharp claws scratched my hands. I was so embarrassed but everyone just laughed.

On the first day of the second week, we rode a motorboat towards our next destination – the Calauit Island Game Preserve and Wildlife Sanctuary. When we arrived, I was amazed on the sight of zebras, giraffes, horses and Calamian deers that freely roamed around the island. I’ve seen them in zoos and on TV but it was different seeing them personally outside the confines of big cages and fences. They really looked great in the wild. One of my classmates exclaimed that two giraffes were going to mate. The rest of us got our binoculars and took a closer look of the two creatures. They were more or less twenty meters away from us. We were careful not to agitate them as we moved closer. I hid behind a tree and one classmate joined me. We waited for less than an hour of courting before they actually mated. The actual mating was brief and fast as lightning. It was so quick that we were not able to capture it on film.

We did the rest of our fieldwork that week. My partner and I gathered data for our special problem on bee-eaters. Others had their own special problems, too. We needed to wake up very early to do the activities because by nine o’ clock in the morning the heat was already unbearable. Often, we continued work late in the afternoon. We then analyzed the data at night. It was tiring but fun.

The group was hilarious. There was never a day that I was bored. We always exchanged jokes, teased each other, ate lots of mangoes and played cards under the mango trees when we were free. I looked forward everyday because I learned new things. We never ran out of stories to tell. Our topics ranged from monkeys to Julius Caesar.

It was so sad that we had to leave Calauit after eleven days. It would mean going back to reality – SCHOOL. However, the memories, the things that I’ve learned, the new things that I’ve experienced and the friendships that were formed were treasures that I really value for the rest of my life. It took me eighteen days of simple living to realize that I needed to appreciate simple things to be truly happy. Literally, we lived with the animals. Those surreal moments were forever captured in vivid images and stored in my long-term memory.

15
Jan

tHe giRL wHo cRies a riVer

 

(This is a very simple short story that I wrote for a high school friend for her English assignment.)

Drama_queen           Amy hurriedly brushes her teeth after eating breakfast. She has a Physics lecture class at seven o’clock. It is already quarter to seven. She cannot afford to be late on their first meeting. Fortunately, she walks fast and now is on her way to the Science building from their apartment. She goes straight to the Physics lecture hall and finds a chair at the back before the teacher arrives. She is a transferee so she barely knows her classmates.

          Their teacher introduces himself to the class before he talks about the requirements of the subject. He then lectures a little about some basic concepts and gives an assignment before dismissing the class.

          Amy gathers her things and quickly leaves the room to her next class when she hears voices down the hallway calling her name. She looks back and finds familiar faces smiling at her. Her face lightens up when she figures out that they are Peter and Jenny, her childhood friends.

          “What are you doing here?” Peter asks as they walk toward her.

          “It is a long story. I will tell you next time when I do not have class,” she replies quickly. Honestly, Amy does not want to tell anyone why she, her mother and her younger sister move from the city to the province. She thinks it is not time yet because the events are still fresh.

          “Okay, but we are really glad that you are here. See you around,” Jenny pats her on the shoulder before leaving. Amy smiles at them and then walks toward the room of her next class.

          Classes end early today because the faculty has a meeting at three o’ clock. Before going home, Amy picks up her younger sister who is still in fourth grade. Her mother asks her to buy two kilos of rice at the store when they arrive. As she walks toward the store, she passes a group of girls who keeps on giggling and whispering to each other. 

          “So, it is true that someone is staging a comeback!” says one girl in a voice loud enough to be heard by Amy who is now at the front of the store.

          “Yeah, but I don’t think she still has a place here,” another girl replies.

          “She does not belong her. She should come back from where she came from,” adds another.

          “Don’t be so harsh girls. Remember she is a cry baby,” the girl at the center utters sarcastically.

          Amy controls herself from talking back. She knows that those cruel words are for her. She knows them especially the girl at the center. She is Lalaine Perez. Who can forget her? She was Amy’s rival in grade school before they moved to the city years back. Lalaine was bitchy and mean particularly to Amy who the former considered as a threat in both academics and extra-curricular. She thought that Lalaine has changed after four years but the incident now proves that she was wrong.

          Amy gathers all her wits as she goes out from the store. The mean girls are still outside and she does not want to make a scene with them. She hates fights. She has enough of them. Fortunately, the girls are busy texting when she passes them again.

          Amy helps her mother prepare for dinner and the three of them share a sumptuous dinner after. After assisting her younger sister on her assignments, Amy goes straight to her room. She has a Physics assignment to finish. However, the things that she heard that afternoon still linger on her mind. Tears flow from her eyes. She cannot help but blame her father for the hurtful and tumultuous events that their family experienced for the past two months that ended up for them to be broken. The court granted her mother the custody of the children. That is the reason they are here – to leave the past behind and move on.

           She looks down and finds her notes wet. She wipes the tears on her cheeks. It is true that she can cry a river of tears but she is also a strong person who can see the bright side of life amidst the chaos. She knows giving up is not an option because an amazing future awaits her. She needs to give her best now to attain her dreams and she has to start on her Physics assignment.