The Value of Honesty

A UST priest, at the height of Jun Lozada controversy once quipped: "We cannot be warriors of truth unless we are men and women of integrity."

One of the parameters of being a person of integrity is honesty.

Honesty must start from within. Cheating has its many evil forms. Cheating is unjust. Cheating is unfair. How would you feel if you have been cheated in the elections? Oh, this dirty tactic has earned a notorious spot in the annals of our country's political history.

Now, let's go down to the brass tacks. How would you feel if you were cheated by your friend? Your officemate? Your neighbor? How would you feel if you have been cheated by your wife, or husband?

In class, students are graded according to their academic outputs. Therefore, the rating they get simply reflects how they carried out their task. I remember my high school teacher saying "kayo ang gumagawa ng grades ninyo." True, indeed.

If a student cheated in doing his project, then, he is dishonest. He becomes what he does. Sinisira nya ang sarili niya.

In this class, I was able to unearth a handful of final examinations verbatimly copied from other sources. Worse, it was made to appear that it was their work, when in fact, it is not. Material evidences substantiate this act of plagiarism.

At first, I thought of giving these students who plagiarized their examinations a grade of 5.0 because it constitutes blatant act of academic dishonesty. In this instance, I, as a teacher, do not judge them. It is their work that judge them in the end.

But compassion and consideration got the better of me. Instead of failing them, I gave them INC's, or a chance to rectify their act. Yet some of those culprits may still misunderstand me and condemn me for what I stood for. They never know how I walked the extra mile.

As a teacher, I must be a staunch advocate of honesty. And ALL TEACHERS must be such. Again, "we cannot be warriors of truth unless we are men and women of integrity." We have enough of dishonest cabals of men and women in society. So, I must not falter in this task, or else, I will contribute to the decay of morals. I may earn the ire of those who cheated, I may be condemned for being upright.

But at the end of the day, it is better to be vilified for being an advocate of TRUTH than be piloried for tolerating or being a party to dishonesty. That's the richest legacy that I got from my father who died 10 years ago.

Internet Etiquette

This is a good source of information on how to properly conduct in the wired world.

http://homepages.wmich.edu/~kayany/interactive/netiquette.pdf

Note

Today is the deadline for submission of Final Examination.

And this is to reiterate further that PLAGIARISM will be dealt with accordingly in this class. Plagiarized final examinations will earn a failing grade of 5.0

To submit a plagiarized final exam would be twice committing a serious offense. Apart from cheating, it also constitutes intellectual robbery. To submit a plagiarized write-up and pass it on as one's work is an affront to intellectual integrity.

To all students, please be guided accordingly.

A Very Important Reminder

Please observe academic integrity in doing your writing output. Plagiarism is a serious academic offense. It would even be more despicable if this is wittingly done at the Graduate School level where professionalism, among other standards, is expected of every student.

This will be strongly considered in this class.

To all students, please be guided accordingly.

- GSR

Strategies of Creative Nonfiction

The strategies of creative nonfiction are very much like the strategies of fiction. Gutkind stresses that the basic objective of creative nonfiction is to teach (he refers to it as “the mission of the genre”), but the point is to do it in such a manner ‘that the most resistant reader will be interested in learning more” (1997, 2).

To use a term borrowed from traditional journalism, the point is to handle the subject – whatever it might be – as a “human interest” story.

What this means is simply that a good piece of creative nonfiction has a personal voice, a clearly defined point of view, which will reveal itself in the tone, and be presented through scene, summary and description, as it is in friction. All its strategies are designed to reach out to the readers and draw them in – again, as in friction – without losing track of the facts.

These strategies are the following

• approach
• point of view
• tone
• voice
• structure
• a strong beginning
• rhetorical techniques
• character
• concrete and evocative details
• scene
• a convincing ending

One way of looking at what happens in a work of creative nonfiction is this: it is a personal account of a quest. The point is the discovery, the triumph of the quest. It is this discovery, this insight, which the reader looks for when he agrees to participate in the adventure. Presenting it as a quest – an exciting exploration – and not just as a bare listing of events or facts or steps or developments or trends – this is the challenge faced by the writer of creative non-fiction.

- from Creative Nonfiction: Manual for Filipino Writers by Cristina Pantoja Hidalgo, UP Press

Creative Nonfiction Writing: Getting Started

Before you get down to actually writing an essay or story, a certain amount of preparation is in order.

Planning the Project

1. Selecting a Topic

Material for writing is everywhere.

Where do subjects or topics come from? From everywhere.

The following, as Jacobi puts it, can be sources or springboard for topic in creative nonfiction writing:

• From walking
• From talking
• From listening
• From observing
• From doing
• From reading
• From believing
• From disagreeing
• From dreaming
• From scheming
• From asking
• From having an open mind

You should begin with something close to home, but that shouldn’t stop you from reaching out to the rest of the world.


You would do well to choose a subject you are familiar with and interested in, or which you are curious about and can readily gain more information on because you have access to the sources.

A kind of expertise is necessary to win the trust of your readers. But you should also make sure that the subject has some appeal – or that you can make it appealing – to a larger audience.

2. Determining the Audience

What is going into the essay or article, how it is to be handled, and how it is to be organized will depend to a large extent on who the target audience is. Even the language to be used – i.e., the choice or words, the length of sentences, the images, the allusions – should keep prospective readers in mind.

The amount and type of information that the essay or article should contain will also depend on the audience’s capacity to absorb it, and will therefore determine how much and what sort of research you need to do.


Doing Research

An important thing to remember is: no matter how great your way with words, or how engaging the personality you project, the bottom line is: how much do you know about your subject?

Before you begin gathering your information, observe the following:

• Consider what kind of information you need
• Determine where is the best place to get it. Your investigation will tell you what work has already been done on your subject. This is very important.
• Keep current and you need to keep up with the competition. The creative nonfiction writer who wishes to be published in magazines is “selling” a product. Therefore he or she is in competition with everyone else who also has product to sell.
  
  

Writing is impossible for anyone who doesn’t read extensively, even voraciously. But research doesn’t just consist of reading. Research can be done in the library, on the net, through interviews, through immersion.

Access and immersion are key words. Remember that it isn’t enough to know something about your topic. You need to know more. And you need to be willing to spend some time acquiring that knowledge.

From Creative Nonfiction Manual Reader by Cristina Pantoja Hidalgo, UP Press

Types of Creative Nonfiction

What are the types of creative nonfiction?

The term “creative nonfiction” covers quite a large field. At one end of the spectrum would be literary journalism (what used to be called “new journalism”) – writing in a personal way about the facts in a news event – which is still close to traditional reportage. And at the other end is the literary memoir, what Annie Dillard referred to when she said that “works of nonfiction can be coherent and crafted works of literature” (1995, 56).

The writer of creative nonfiction “may not alter facts in the interest of improving his story,” which is particularly important in literary journalism, would not need to be strictly applied to a literary memoir or a travel essay, where it might be useful to, say, invent a traveling companion who would serve as foil to the narrator by presenting entirely different impressions of the places described.

Between those two poles would fall a whole range of other types of writing:

• the magazine feature article
• the newspaper column as cultural commentary
• the review
• the interview story
• the character sketch
• the biographical sketch or profile
• the personal (or familiar essay)
• the autobiographical sketch

It would be futile to try to determine strict differences among the various types.

Essay and article are often used interchangeably. But the term “article” usually refers to a “feature” in a magazine or newspaper or e-zine.

It thus tends to address a specific type of reader (the particular market of the periodical or website) in which it appears. It represents a certain set of constraints. Of course essays, when they are also written for publication in magazines or journals, must sometimes accommodate themselves to other types of constraints.

A profile is an in-depth article that concentrates on one person or place.

Literary journalism or new journalism is writing in a personal way about the facts in a news event.

Personal narratives, or “life stories” as they are now called may be divided into: autobiographical narratives (e.g., memoirs, travel narratives, journals, etc.); and biographical narratives (e.g., character sketches, interview stories, etc.)

- from Creative Nonfiction: Manual for Filipino Readers by Cristina Pantoja Hidalgo, UP Press

Worth reading

Useful Critical

Tips for Writers

1. First tell the author what is working in their creative writing. Find something that is right about what they are doing or expressing. Then use tact when telling them what MIGHT be considered for change. Or what your "suggestion" could be, rather than stating your opinion as absolute fact. If it is an honest evaluation, rather than perceived as an elitist attack, people are more receptive to the possibility of making changes.



2. Receiving: First and foremost please remember that the critique is the opinion of another, take it graciously and think suggestions through. Do not take offense. Yes your writing is your own and in the end only you have the power to change it but be open-minded.



3. Giving: Do not degrade, do not use derogatory remarks and remember that this is their writing and their baby. Give suggestions without being negative; don't revise a piece for them. Be polite and courteous.


4. Be as understanding and gentle as you can when critiquing other's pieces. The poet who creates the piece is usually pouring out his/her heart for all to see.And for those who have received criticism on one's work, don't take it personally or give into the thought of being a "Bad Poet" and whatever you do, don't delete a poem just because somebody doesn't like it.



5. Verbs are better than adjectives. If you want your poetry to take off and be interesting, remember that simple rule. Tell them which part particularly appealed to you & why...how did it make you feel??? What did it make you think about??? Help them to see & understand their own piece in a new light; It is guaranteed that they'll appreciate it. Keep it simple, honest & pure.



6. Above all, be generous...no one likes every single thing they read...even if you don't like the piece, find something positive to say about it; their form was original, their symbolism was strong or their background was well-chosen...something...Be thoughtful in your comments & they will not only "return the favor", they will do so graciously, with appreciation.

- from PinoyPoets

Their unforgottable characters

These are their people. Some are dearly missed, most are truly loved, others, exalted, admired and a few, ah... hated. Catharsis.

These are their second writing output - personality sketch. (Medyo diit ang bleeding ko uya. Igwang saro na natulala lang ako. As in. :) Kaipuhan taharan talaga.)

Read on.

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Halting My Grandma Gently into that Good Night

I was fifteen when I witnessed the last glimpse of my grandpa to my grandma (both I used to call Lolo and Lola) in the middle of the night of July 12, 2001. It was a sad stare of long goodbye and love story that haunted me forever.

He went to bed early that night after visiting his friends in the barrio with full of vigor and felicity. That day was unusual to me. His extravagant smile is hardly contained on his ageing face. I can sense it, either grandma. It was the same smile he complimented me whenever I perfected a piano lesson he taught whole day or the gladness he wore during school recognition rites while pinning me a ribbon deserved of a topnotch. In some way I’d become better alternate Calcibloc in his life.

But not on that night when we all went bed. The day left the barrio in perfect changeover where night could gambol into the deep of silence. It was the night when his weary smile will calm to sweet slumber of life after long stories of adventures back on 1960’s memory of black and white photographs.

At 11’oclock midnight, he walked into the night, gently.

We were all awakened by his queer snoring, gasping and panting, a mumble without any voice from his mouth. I switched on the light. I saw his left hand on his chest and his right hand barely holding the hand of grandma, sweetly gripping. He couldn’t utter a word or two as he looked into the eyes of grandma that he used to seeing for years. His lips are jerking. Perhaps, he would bid good bye or the three words. His tears had flown and my heart melted as grandma held her hand and slowly closed his eyes. Grandpa is gone. He was being betrayed by life’s uncertainties. It was an arrest of no bail, medically called cardiac arrest.

I remember those good’ol days. The homemade spin. The gun out of bamboo. The ride on banca. The bird hunting. His bible. The keyboard. The classic songs. His smile. His dreams for me. His belief.

It was too early for him to bid good bye but I can’t blame God if he would also like him as good company above.

He liked me to write; I wrote and somehow has penchant in the field of journalism. He wanted me to join the Preparatory Military Training during high school and I became the youngest Training Officer at the age of 14 in our school. I could have been the Corps Commander if he were still alive. I wanted to join the PMA but was disqualified because I was 16 that time. He wanted me to dream his dream and wanted me to take care of Grandma.

Grandpa lived life as it is and I had never heard or seen him frown on scanty meal or dilapidated house. He never made it as an issue of living a good life. It was perfect home for three of us before. Poverty is not a hindrance in living; it’s life itself. He taught me to be brave and gentle and to fear God despite little faith. I learned to be me but more of him.

It’s been 9 years after I left grandma to study in Catanduanes and live with my parents. Life changed on me and always would. I leaped faster than I thought from youth to manhood where I was obliged to view life in more mature perspective. My bone is stretched to act and live like a man.

Grandma is waiting for me. She may be at the window slumping her lonely face at the side of the window shaded with sad longing of comeback. Then she would busy herself as I approach and I would overhear the clinking of cup of coffee she would hurriedly concoct and put beside the pieces of bread she bought nearby store. It was like when I was in high school. I would put down my school bag, test the predilection of the best coffee I ever wanted and sit down in front of the keyboard to play my favorite piece, “Habang May Buhay”. She would stare at me and say, “You are like your Grandpa”.

I want to share more stories with her and drink more coffees as I play her favorite music while there is still sunset. Whenever I heard her voice I feel like I am home. I want to do things I did not show when grandpa was still alive. I want to show her that I loved her very much.

I want to buy her the most beautiful dress in the town. I want to give her the most beautiful fabric she could crochet. I want to buy her a little house with altar where we can pray. I want to buy her an electric heater that will warm her old body when taking a bath. I want to stop time and hasten this long wait I wished and prayed to God.

These are the priorities of my soul that inevitably fell secondary to my physical existence and command. I’m stuck in this quagmire of responsibility over my love aftermaths.

I don’t know how I can be a demigod in an instant. The long wait is miserable and sad that I will always hate. That good night has never been good and foolish is those who attempts to barricade its way. But I am a dreamer.

God knows my will but Thy will be done. I can always grieve.

So I pray.

- Adem Nalu Rubio
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September Gave Me a Friend

September gave me a friend. A friend as active as the whirling clouds in the skies. Unstoppingly, September told me, “make a move”, go ahead! don’t be shy and meet this person." This one’s different. This one’s exceptional. Caught in amazement, I suddenly rushed to do the seldom task.

Barely two months had passed and we developed that special bond. A gift of friendship. A special friendship with this great person named Julia. A lively woman whose heart speaks millions because of her kindness. Julia not only touches my heart but the heart of everyone. A prime example of a beautiful rose kissing the sweet breeze of September air.

One afternoon, we had this pep conversation with a common friend while drinking a bottle of soda. Julia left an inspiration and awe during this lively yet surprising talk. She was in fact dubbed by my common friend, a firecracker. She was full of humor and wit. The kind of conversation someone wishes to have every time.

“Never a dull moment “is a phrase you can’t help but to describe whenever she’s around. She would tell about her experiences readily; no holds barred. These earned her a lot noteworthy praises not just on me but also to those she had met along.

A good conversationalist best describes Julia. A stylish person and smart one too. She talks not very seldomly but sensibly. A walking information and always has an opinion to what is happening around her. I have nothing but unadulterated praise for her. She is my source of inspiration.

Inspired by the characteristics she possessed, the heart in me slowly and whisperingly voiced “she’s a perfect match for you.” “A challenge,” I said. Indeed it was. For what happened between us was just friendship and none other else. A friendship that will be forever be mine to keep.

Then September said, “Don’t despair for what happened to both of you will be forever engraved to your kind soul.” “Yes September thanks to you. My walk with Julia is something. Something I shall remember until my feet is six-feet-under.

She will be forever my Julia.

- Rey King Bernal

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My 80-year old grandma


My grandmother cannot bite anymore hard foods no matter how delicious it is, because she is already toothless. I can see also her wrinkles on her face, white hairs and the skin is not smooth compared to a young one. She is also not able to move fast because of rheumatism. She cries sometimes when rheumatism attacks. Despite this, she is a happy person, she sings beautifully with high tune like a bird soaring in the sky.

Sometimes my grandmother is sensitive especially if you did not give attention to her promptly. She feels hopeless specially in helping other persons in times of needs because of her ailment.
She stays alone in the house. But, she is fond of dancing when she hears music, she would dance. Although she suffers from physical difficulties, her mind is alert. She can still give pieces of advice; tell stories until I feel sleepy beside her.

She already finds it difficult to, because of the foods that she could not chew properly. She eats only a little amount of foods and she is contented with it. She takes a bath everyday, cuts her nails, ears because she wants herself clean always. She wants to always have reserved money in her pocket. She neatly folds this money. She is contented with what she has today, the feeling of acceptance that life must end in death as part of change.
- Lyn Tejerero
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My best friend

One educator said: “No two individuals are exactly alike.” So we are all unique individuals.
There is one person whom I consider as my “best friend”, through bad times and good times.
For the last 15 years, I met this person. She accepted me not just her friend or best friend but as her real sister. She is a type of person who suffers from too much loneliness.

Since, she was 6 years old; she was already separated from her family just to finish her studies and fulfill her dreams in life and to help her family. I know it’s very hard for her to be away from her family, but she tried her best to overcome it because she knew that it was the best thing that she must do.

Two years after staying with her grandmother, we suddenly bumped into each other in school. Maybe, it is God’s plan.

Since then, we enrolled in the same school and with the same teacher. It’s not very hard for me to get along with her. My first impression of her was negative, but we easily felt comfortable with each other.

We treat each other as real sisters. Then our respective family also became close to each other.
We enjoyed each other’s company since high school. But it doesn’t mean that we are no longer best friend when we entered college since we took up different course.
After our graduation in college last 2007, we parted ways, but still our friendship remains constant. And the times we had been together is one of the things that happened in my life which I considered as my happiest and memorable.
- Lyn Sumalde
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Owning You Over A Cup of Coffee

“A cup of coffee for a lonely lady?” Once you told me. With a sip or two, we shared our lives over a cup of coffee. From then on, coffee was no longer my constant company.

It’s just five months now since we’ve been together. A little time to know each other, that’s what people say. But for me, I have known you ever since I was created. Remember the times we talked about reincarnation? We both believe on it despite being a Catholic. I told you, “I’ve known you before…” you told me, “I loved you since then…”

We both have the same sorrows to share – you were engaged, I have a boyfriend. You’ll be married in June; we’ll be having our anniversary in June. Why is it that we’ve known each other at times where I can’t be yours and you can’t be mine?

I really want to go back to the time when it all started. Where I am free to love you and where you can have me. But how?

Every night, when I dream of us together, I really want to reminisce our happy times. The stern and piercing looks you gave me whenever I made mistakes. By just looking at me, you seem to control me. And these were also the times when the more you got mad at me, the more I tease you. When you’re at the edge of breaking up, I’ll embrace and shower you with little kisses on your cheeks to subside your anger. When I cried, you literally wiped out my tears.

Remember those times when I ran my fingers through your face? I tried to memorize every line, every curve, everything about your face that I can even draw you without seeing you. I love the way your eyes look at me, so intent yet so tender. And when you hold my hand, mold it with
yours; you need not have to say anything. I perfectly understand it more than words can say.

You told me your life isn’t complete without me. That in spite of your engagement, you have to keep me. So with these, we have to part ways, I know that sooner (and I hope later), you’ll be having your new life with her. I will remain your best friend, but no longer your girl friend. By June - you’ll be married by then; I’ll be free that time. We’ll no longer be celebrating our anniversary because I chose you.

I’ll be going back to my old hobbies again – having a cup of coffee myself. Hoping that someday when the time is right may be not on this life, I’ll be meeting you again.

- Mary Rose Sta. Rosa
(lufeet mo, bhe. Ex future mo? - GSR)
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My Father

My father stands 5 feet 1 inch-tall. He is a graduate of technical course. Everyday at 4 o'clock in the morning he wakes up to prepare for his daily activities. At an early age, as a farmer he already owned a piece of rice field and a carabao used in planting rice, sweet potato, peanut, corn and even vegetables.

He is a hardworking, industrious and responsible man, with multiple skills. He is not only a farmer but also a laborer, carpenter, welder and abaca stripper. But being a farmer and abaca stripper is his main occupation. This work uplifts the everyday living of his family. At 50's he still looks young for his age. He has a good health.

This April though is a sad month for all abaca strippers in Catanduanes with the news that abaca will no longer be sold at the market because of the oversupply. Just like those hope-robbed farmers, the smile on his face faded. The laughter that gives strength for his family is no longer heard. The wrinkles became too apparent.

But a man with conviction will always think of alternative ways on how his family will survive for the kind of situation. And with the guidance of our Lord, my father refused to be budged by the crisis. He decided to hold on and move on. - Margie Tosoc
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Ladies and gentlemen… presenting to you…!

We could not deny the fact that women today are crowding up the career escalators and their enlightened self- interest becomes a pre-requisite in achieving a common goal.

She is known for her intelligence and smartness. Her being young at heart is augmented by her humorous personality – that is able to cope life roles out of her professional figure.

A teacher within the four – corners of the classroom before, whom I admired most because of her characteristics as a teacher that enables me to become a person with respect, integrity and self – determination.

She started her stint as Secondary School Teacher in San Andres Vocational School teaching (agriculture) elective subject. She was promoted from Secondary School Teacher to Master Teacher I because she continued and finished her Master’s Degree in Catanduanes State Colleges. Her career path blossoms to Elementary School Principal I and Secondary School Principal I. Her wit is nurtured by time and wisdom brought her to be promoted as Principal II.

One of her sterling achievements is passing the Career Executive Officer Examination where she passed the three stages and just a month ago she had an interview for Conferment of Career Executive Service Officer.

To date she is now a full fledge Assistant Schools Division Superintendent of Catanduanes.
Her personal and professional characteristics made me to continue my graduate studies. She is my inspiration to reach my ambition to become a school head someday. I considered her as my guiding angel because of her unending advices. She is a good adviser and friend too. She is always beside me every time I have problems. No one can compare her. She is my mother, my sister, and friend. She is Mrs. Socorro V. Dela Rosa.

- Delma Salvador
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She is the one

I dreamed of beautiful flower that I had never seen before. I wanted to pick it up the moment I found it. I knew days and nights had gone; but this dream was never vanished in my mind.

I searched it because it was firmed to be found. I hoped someday this beautiful flower could be really mine, that if I could be touch the petal, smell her fragrant, and kept it till my last breath of my life.

Time occurred; it was fine-looking and easy going. In the garden, it was so romantic resting in our favorite place in the warmth of the sun for hours just being together. I loved to sit beside it in the evenings, as a beautiful flower practiced the rural crafts of spinning, while I enjoyed the sun going down over.

The flower kept my home tidy and prepared food to convey me was so tasty and plentiful.
How blessed I was that this dream of mine came true. I could never forget the moment we shared our thoughts with feeling. Along the years, we have been together. This flower provides me another blossoming flower like an angel. I smiled all the time I saw it. I treasured it. So I give the care and love.
- Junnie Gianan
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Mi esposo

My husband and I married for almost two years. I know him well than as others, he says. Let me share some of those I know about my man.

He knows when to help others and correct errs. He has a good heart. He drinks little yet never smokes. When I am afraid in the dark he’s there to console me. He’s my security. When I’m craving for something, he does everything to get with it. He is a good provider. Every time we have arguments, he pauses in a while to think. He is a good listener.

More so, he is very handy around the house. He can easily fix those things that broke. He is well organized when it comes to things. In connection with our baby, the joyous feeling I ever felt is seeing them together playing, bursting with laughter because of his jokes. He is our clown. The way he handled our baby in his hands, wiping her delicate skin, and cuddling her when she cries, I know in my heart we’re in God’s hands.

As his wife, I have nothing to ask for. He is loving, deep, and passionate husband to me. Even a little detail he remembers. Like, monthsary and anniversary he will surprise me with notes and chocolates. Whatever accomplishments come our way, he never fails to praise our Lord. He is God fearing.

Above all this, it is really fulfilling knowing that you have a husband who’ll not just hold your hand but your heart as well 'till he'll freezes over.

That is my MAN!

- Bernadette Gianan
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My Intelligent but humble son

“Knowledge is gained if it is learned from the heart.” This is the most unforgettable saying I’d heard from my eldest son when I asked him to help me outline and make a script in “emceeing” the closing program of a seminar I attended.

He was also asked by a priest lecturer while he is attending a seminar. The question was, “How will you change the attitude of a dog to be like people?” He answered, “Change its heart into a human heart.” That was another incident that made me be proud of him.

Since the start of his studies, he is a consistent honor student but he did not make it the top one to five of the class. He can’t make it because he is not studying his lessons at home. Instead he would read other educational books, encyclopedias, and other reading materials which are not of his academic level.

I reprimanded him at the end of the school year why he didn’t get it first honor, where in fact he is intelligent. He reasoned out, “Honor lang yan, ma! What is important is, I am more intelligent than them.” With this, I’m sure that my son is humble. It taught me a lesson that honor doesn’t matter, it’s what my son learned that is important. A proof is that he received the award of being the top scorer in the District Achievement test.

At present, he got the Best Debater and Best Speaker Awards. These are proofs that his knowledge is really learned from the heart. Maybe because at home being a single mother, I lead by example to them. I teach them to be simple, humble, and well rounded individuals.

- Irene Torzar
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Will I Be Able To Light My Own Candle Too?


I am holding my pen for 30 minutes already… but still with no good draft. I keep on jotting things with no specific thought… I decided to write about my environment – The people, nature, simple things and many others…

But what I am really up to?!

At this point … I am indisposed of thoughts trying to look beyond everything.

Could I still write Dad?
“Free yourself from fears… Face them eventually it will show you the real things you are up to”
- Dad -

Two months ago, a very close friend gave me an amethyst rosary bracelet. Together we put it in my right wrist. I asked him why he gave me that stuff. He told me that it will guide me in my daily undertakings in life...

We've met 10 years ago in a Bible class. He was my classmate in high school.
He is the cream of the class and crowned as “genius." his height doesn’t compensate the real him. He is someone to be looked up to. He has been so determined in building his road, the reason why until now he doesn't have someone who could go through with his settled path. I am happy that he considers me as his bestrewing...

But there is something that clings within me, I am already going into a track which I think is not good... we share same sentiments but differs in nature. The fact
that he is just starting to bloom and light his own candle...

Right now I still have his gift. but then there's something that haunts me...will I be able to light my own candle too?!

- Febrianny Tugano
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The Classroom

A four-walled classroom can be a paradise, a cell or a living hell in the eyes of a learner. A mute witness of every event that took place inside it. If it has eyes, it can clearly see the joy in the eyes of the learners when they have accomplished perfectly the task on hand, the sorrow in the eyes of many who can’t comprehend, the anger in the eyes of those who were reprimanded, the boredom in the eyes of those who do not want to go to school and the love and admiration in the eyes of those who are thankful for having excellent teachers.

If it has eras it can definitely decipher the noise and the laughter of the children, the shouts of joy and pain, the powerful and firm voice of the teacher and the praises and harsh words being said to one another.

If it has the senses of a human being it can gratefully say thank you for the little hands that nurture and maintain its beauty and splendor all throughout the years. It can also taste the bitterness of learners who vandalize and destroy it in one way or another and it can absolutely feel the joy, the wonderful dreams, the pains and the heartaches of every pupil.

A simple structure that had seen so much had heard enough and had felt the complexities of life.
- Analyn Carpio
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Luis Anjuli P. Carpio

Luis Anjuli is a handsome toddler. His eyes sparkle with delight whenever he’s thinking of something funny or whenever he plays with his favorite toys. Those eyes could also cry buckets if he can’t have what he desires or if he can’t have his way. Those same little eyes could also look at you with love, with hatred and at other times with admiration.

At an early stage he can already express himself well; we did not baby talk him so he was able to enunciate the words well. He is so talkative that he even talks to himself as a way for him to sleep. He will keep on talking, clearly at first then the words are jumbled and slurred then he’ll stop and when you check on him he’s already fast asleep.

He is also good in mimicking other people or some cartoon characters he usually watch on TV. He can utter some dialog clearly with appropriate facial expressions and feelings. One time, he called me and said, “Look into my eyes”. When he said those words, he was looking at me fiercely, little hands high up in the air and the mouth is twisted in anger or in need just like the character Ghost Rider. At other times he bends his arm and will show everyone his biceps trying to look like Popeye and inform everyone that the food and vitamins he regularly consume is like Spinach.

He’s a smart and happy little boy and we all love him for that. Though there are times that he’s hard to handle which is but normal for his age, he is still the source of our happiness and our strength in times of trials.
- Analyn Carpio
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My Eldest Brother

My eldest brother is a person that I can say a very dependent person and my enemy. He can not live without the help at anybody.

I remember when I was in my elementary grade, every time he comes home from his barkadas, all things that he needs should be served automatically, as her little sister that age, and I got very angry on what his doing everyday, that until now he is already retirable.

Even now that I already my family I find it difficult to forgive him, I always remember what my other brother said about him, that " Hindi daw dapat dumami ang kanyang lahi" his own "lahi," not us. Because of the 3 brothers and 6 sisters that I have, he is the only one that has that "lahi". And my mother can not explain about that. The worst things among the worst that I can not accept him as my brother, that he can not support the needs of his family. He wants all his brothers and sisters to support his own family. And that the most things I can not understand what kind of person he is. Because once you got married, you have to do everything to support your family. And that’s not him.

For so many people, I want to write something, I choose him because this is one of my burdens in my life, and I believe, through this, it will help me to lighten that burden.

I don’t like to treat him as my enemy because he is my brother but it’s hard for me to forgive because of his very bad attitude.
- Tonette Tabinas
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She is the one

I dreamed of beautiful flower that I had never seen before. I wanted to pick it up the moment I found it. I knew days and nights had gone; but this dream was never vanished in my mind.
I searched it because it was firmed to be found. I hoped someday this beautiful flower could be really mine, that if I could be touch the petal, smell her fragrant, and kept it till my last breath of my life.

Time occurred; it was fine-looking and easy going. In the garden, it was so romantic resting in our favorite place in the warmth of the sun for hours just being together. I loved to sit beside it in the evenings, as a beautiful flower practiced the rural crafts of spinning, while I enjoyed the sun going down over.

The flower kept my home tidy and prepared food to convey me was so tasty and plentiful.
How blessed I was that this dream of mine came true. I could never forget the moment we shared our thoughts with feeling. Along the years, we have been together. This flower provides me another blossoming flower like an angel. I smiled all the time I saw it. I treasured it. So I give the care and love.
- Junnie Gianan
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My 78-Year Old Mother

"We are shaped in the womb of our Mother".

My mother is one of the very special persons in my life and I am very lucky because she is still strong and alive. She is already 78- year with curly and gray hair. She is a born again Christian and have fun to share what God done in her life, A god loving mother that she loves to minister our neighbor and other people around. She is able to do anything to help our family such as washing clothes, and doing some household chores. Sometimes she is also dependent to us as children off course, but we are happy because she is still with us.

She is industrious and very affectionate; the evidence is that when I went to Manila last week with my family, I left her to stay in our house. When I came home yesterday, there were lots of things she did. She cleaned our surroundings and washed the curtains.

Sometimes I find it difficult to understand her, maybe because she is becoming old. She is also a loving mother. She doesn't want us to have family problems; she always takes good care of us.

I am praying then that the Lord will supply all her needs and bless her with a healthy life. I am very thankful also for having a mother like her.
- Elvie Tapas
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Lolita (what's the name of your friend? It should be the title of this piece.)

We meet a lot of people almost everyday and each of them has distinguished characteristics. Sometimes, you like some of them and feel uneasy with others. I have a lot of friends but this friend of mine is different I think from my other friends.

She is tall; I think about five feet five inches, with pair complexion and a pair of dark almond eyes. She has a good-molded nose and lips. She has the slimmest body I’ve ever known. She loves to wear skinny jeans or sometimes a pedal to be paired with a dark colored blouse but never a sleeveless or the haltered one. She walks with black flat sandals and always carries with her a bag which is even a big encyclopedia, a thick dictionary and two dozens of notebooks will have a space inside.

I like her much because she is true. She talks to me with a direct eye contact. She tells everything that pleases her and tells frankly what she hates or what she does not like. She cries loudly when she is hurt by someone. She talks to someone when she knew that this person does not like her and she will even say, “I don’t like you either, I am prettier than you.”, then walks gracefully with arms akimbo. She tells her problems if she has some.

Aside from being a true person she is also fun to be with- the way she reacts to something. When I am with her I will surely find myself bursting out in laughter. When you are telling her sometimes about something, it’s a late reaction for the thing that I have said will sink to her lately when everybody has reacted already. The moment you talk to her, it seems that she has a lot of stories to tell and you have no right to interrupt her when she is talking.
- Amor Dolores
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She came….

To be a mother is a hard task. It is difficult to be in their position. They carry problems and yet they can still smile.

My mother is loving and caring. She is also a friend to us. She talked to us; opened story or a topic related to our problems and helped to solve it. She is showy and sometimes she’s not. She opened to us her problems especially in work. She’s understanding too. If we have mistakes, she talked to us, asked what’s wrong and why we do it.

Her behavior which sometimes I hate her is for treating me like a child. She thinks that I cannot do things right without asking her opinions or comments. Sometimes, when she’s mad, she never talked to me. She would remain quiet until the end of the day. Even at work, she’s busy, tired or sick; she would always say she’s fine.

I love my mom. She’s strong, brave, handles problems and solves it without any regrets. She always tells us a story where she learned a lot and let us follows what she does.

My mom always asks us if we have problems. She helped us especially when we are studying. She is supportive. She gives what we need even she cannot afford but still do what she can. I idolize her for being a good mother to us even she is strict. She never let us go with our friends and that’s sometimes I also hate. She would like us to stay at home rather than hanging with friends which sometimes we need. To be sociable is what I hate. It’s hard to be with others especially when I’m not familiar or know them and that’s I would like to open to my mother. But even she’s like that she’s just protecting us and loves us.
- Evalinda Tatel
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A person whom I owe my life

Life is a golden gift of God to each of us. We all have the right to enjoy its value. We must do good things in order to value this precious gift of God to us. Life will not be possible without Him.

Life will not also be possible without a caring and loving person behind it. With her, I will not be what I am now. She had sacrificed everything just to support my daily needs and molded me morally, physically and spiritually to get the pot of gold which everyone of us is striving for a long time. Having a good profession is an evidence of her selfless love.

Since I was born, she had exposed me to different things that I need to know by guiding me to take the proper path, which will lead me to the righteousness. She enabled me to understand the reality of life by sharing her experiences that gave her a big lesson in order to work hard and mold her child well. Waking up in the middle of the night just to ensure my good condition and giving me, nutritious milk so that I will grow healthy is a sign of motherly love.

Yes, she is a true person, which no one can ever compete. Her actuations, potentials, and abilities are incomparable. Hard work seems so easy for just to send me to school and have the best education.

You know who is the person I mean for? She is my beloved mom whom I owe my life. She is always at my side especially in times of trials and hardship. Her helping hand is always ready for me specially when there are obstacles. She is always there for me.
Life is like a wheel. Yes! It is true. Experiencing vicissitudes teaches me to be practical in all things, which my mother inculcated in me.
- Mary Grace Timajo
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My stranger friend

I have a friend who really knows of very well and likewise I can also tell more about him in every moment of his life. We became friends since we were high school students at CNHS.

It was our first day in our class when we had our first talk. At that time he's always sketching, made some lines and eventually you will see a picture and sometimes an image on the paper that he usually worked with.

At first, we looked to each other and smiled without any reason. Then one day he asked in a soft voice if I have any extra pencil or ballpen to be used for his unfinished drawing, and then I said "Yes. I have" and I gave I him my pencil to continue his work. I didn't think that it will be the start of our friendship and eventually know each other very well.

He's from the town of Gigmoto and he told me he doesn't know how to mingle with our other classmates because he thought it would be embarrassing to talk with them because of his language. It's unfair to him to be always alone during our class, I decided to introduce him to my new friends and they accepted him very well. He's very thankful to me on what I did for him. I also enjoyed every time we were sharing jokes with each other and sharing ideas and playing chess during vacant time.

During weekends we were always have a guitar lesson on their house, and he taught me everything he knows about playing guitar, and he also taught me how to play basic piano chords. All he wanted is to have fun and enjoy life. Until now we continue what we begun since we were young. We made some improvising to the song we usually sung at that time and he decided to post our new version of songs we had on the internet.

I can't imagine that my true friend will be like him and started with simply asking to borrow a pencil. What a coincidence? I gave him thanks on what he did to my personality and to a meaningful journey that we had.
- Charlie T. Molod
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Mi amiga

I have lots of friends but the one that I love most and consider fun to be with is this woman who has five kids; her youngest is 6 months old. We are of the same age but she has more kids than me. I always tell her how more kids than me. I always tell her how I wish to have another baby this time. Then she said "just go, go! Don't quit, it will come".

We work together in the same school Dayawa Elementary School. Our station is far from the main road. We cross the river everyday to get there. We usually meet at the waiting shed of the road especially when she was pregnant because she needs someone to hold on to when walking. There are times we are not able to cross the river because of the flood caused by heavy rains, so we just report in a nearby school to do some school work there with the permission of our district supervisor.

We have lots of things in common and to share on. In food, we have the same choice as well as jokes and for hobbies. For our lunch we usually go for boiled vegetables like camote tops, ferns or pako and others. We put soy sauce with lemon on it. It is really delicious and nutritious. There, we have a radio or DVD to listen on to music. After eating, we do dancing to lighter baggage. We usually rest at "kubo" or nipa house. We smell the freshness of the air. We hear different sounds of animals like birds and others.

One day we saw a snake, a small, thin, and a green snake. Then, we suddenly jump, run and scream! The snake is in the roof trying to hide. We are not able to kill the snake because we were both afraid because it is deadly. But just laughed and screamed from then on we seldom to stay at nipa house because of the incident. We just stayed in our respective rooms.

I love my friend so much. We share everything-problem, jokes and happy experiences. She is always excited to share it. We just laugh and laugh to lessen our stress in our work.
- Mrs.J. Tenoria
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A real friend

Understanding one’s personality is not easy that is why I don’t believe in the saying “First impression last” I have been known this person for years since I enrolled in this college. I’ve met different friends with individual differences but this is the person that I will never forget.

On his face lies and reflects curiosity for all the things that were new to his senses. I even misjudged him that he is an easy-go-lucky guy that he wanted to enjoy his life to the fullest for so many reasons. This guy used to misbehave during our college years. For instance, he laughs louder than the voice of our instructor. He is frequently absent from the class only to find out that he is totally fine. He does his reporting in the class unprepared. He doesn’t do his projects. He doesn’t prepare his lesson plan before teaching during our off campus but luckily he also graduated.

Behind all those misbehavior he did, many people misinterpret or misunderstood his personality. Behind those laughter, behind those behavior is a soft heart, a very understanding man and a responsible loving man. That he is just after is the happiness of other people, especially his family.

I was surprised with those qualities that I learned when I choose him as one of my friends. His foolishness inside the classroom were his ways to make his classmates happy, not to embarrass the teacher but to catch attention of his classmates that he lacks of it inside their home. He doesn’t do his school requirements because his other brother or sister needs it more. He is absent in the class to help his parents financially. With those extra activities that he always does inside the classroom were also his ways to forget the problems that they have in their family.

Behind all those things I considered him an intelligent person, he is incomparable, only that he acts differently compared to our other classmates. Based on all the experiences that he has, he gained lessons that instill in his mind. After all we live in this world, with different obstacle to face.
- Melanie Odi
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If they only knew

Along the way I met this woman being respected by everybody in this field of teaching. Her name itself made the students and some faculty members trembled, including myself. We never talked personally even before I was student except during the time when she interviewed me about the job I was applying for. I felt so shy and timid in front of this little giant. That I hardly answer some simple questions she asked, it maybe because she was really a perfect woman or me. I remember I couldn’t see straight from her eyes. She is so perfect that I pit her in pedestal. Io was uneasy, when she was around the office. Then, I asked myself why should I have this feeling to her?

I started to examine her secretly. A woman in the mid 50’s, short, and stout. Her personality speaks of her simplicity in life, the way she talked, and the way she dressed. So simple as compared with other bosses here. She used he time productively and that includes criticizing my work. She was a fault finder, I thought. I felt uneasy working with her. She was a contrabida in my work. But she smiles too when needed, exchange jokes with the staff, dance sometimes inside the office. Eventually, I realized how excellent she was, as a boss, as a professor confidant and a mother. She was the woman I’ve seen working more than eight hours a day. The woman embodied the characteristics of a good superior. She is maybe misunderstood by some students and fellow teachers. If they only knew how she performed her duty as a chairman and as a professor. With her, I understand what the word commitment and dedication meant.

If they only knew…
- Jennifer Lizaso
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A friend turned foe

This is one of a kind. I have this friend of mine yet sometimes I consider him a foe. What makes this person a friend of mine? Of course I feel comfortable with him. I like him and I thought he likes me too.

When we first met, I had a strong liking or attraction to him. I conceived that he has a wide grasp of information, maybe because he knows how to carry conversation with people of different ages. With that I though he has a good intrapersonal skill. Besides, he easily gets along well with others.

He is a man with word of honor. He doesn’t break his rule. What he believed is what he acted. He is a man whom you can trust and keep your secret. He is concerned about the needs of others and a good listener. With that I thought he is unselfish.

Gazing at him, I thought he has such a tantalizing eyes and sweet smile. With all of these I viewed him as a responsible man. I believed I know him well. He became my companion, my confidant and my friend.

Fifteen years had passed, I still have this friend of mine but what strikes me most is that sometimes I no longer like my friend. I found out that he is no longer a man with honor; he often breaks his rule, his words. He no longer carries a good conversation. He easily flares up whenever he hears things which he believes are against him. He no longer listens to me and so I thought he is not concerned anymore, he is so selfish.

That tantalizing eyes before, turned to be a stern look of a tiger now. That sweet smile? Ows! Now it has became an insulting smile. I began to withdraw from him and now I consider him a foe.

I no longer like my friend. I found out that he is no longer a man with honor; he often breaks his rule, his words. He no longer carries a good conversation. He easily flares up whenever he hears things which he believes are against him. He no longer listens to me and so I thought he is not concerned anymore, he is so selfish. That tantalizing eyes before, turned to be a stern look of a tiger now. That sweet smile? Ows! Now it has became an insulting smile. I began to withdraw from him and now I consider him a foe
- Melody Temones
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A person whom I owe my life

Life is a golden gift of God to each of us. We all have the right to enjoy its value. We must do good things in order to value this precious gift of God to us.

Life will not be possible without Him. Life will not also be possible without a caring and loving person behind it. With her, I will not be what I am now. She had sacrificed everything just to support my daily needs and molded me morally, physically and spiritually to get the pot of gold which everyone of us is striving for a long time.

Having a good profession is an evidence of her selfless love. Since I was born, she had exposed me to different things that I need to know by guiding me to take the proper path, which will lead me to the righteousness.

She enabled me to understand the reality of life by sharing her experiences that gave her a big lesson in order to work hard and mold her child well. Waking up in the middle of the night just to ensure my good condition and giving me, nutritious milk so that I will grow healthy is a sign of motherly love.

Yes, she is a true person, which no one can ever compete. Her actuations, potentials, and abilities are incomparable. Hard work seems so easy for just to send me to school and have the best education.

You know who is the person I mean for? She is my beloved mom whom I owe my life. She is always at my side especially in times of trials and hardship. Her helping hand is always ready for me specially when there are obstacles. She is always there for me.
Life is like a wheel. Yes! It is true. Experiencing vicissitudes teaches me to be practical in all things, which my mother inculcated in me.
- Mary Grace Timajo
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The person whom I admire


A man with courage, perseverance and trust to himself. That’s the characteristic of a real man. A man who can face challenges that life brings.

We all face many obstacles in life that nevertheless keep us strong. Since we were born challenges are already with us. This problem makes us a normal human being. Strong, which I said in the sense that we are able to do something to our self but still in the path of righteousness. The ability to reach and respond to different situations. Doing all those things is always guided with our conscience. Our conscience will tell us if it is right or wrong.
A real man can love and sometimes fail. Nevertheless, whatever happens, life must go on. Challenges make us real men.

Sometimes, a real man cries but that is not the sign of being weak. Those are how we react to the situation and formulate solutions. These reactions bring him on how to face challenges.

Real man is not only good and strong at all times but also there are times he is unable to do something to himself that is the time he needs guidance. God gives us challenges and situations that makes us real man. A real man with full of trust, faith and fear in God. The real man that I am pertaining to is no other than my beloved father.
- Jenry Tayam
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An uncomplaining woman

She’s one in a million. White hairs scatter on her head. She has wrinkles on forehead and spots on her cheeks. Her teeth are completely artificial and some of her fingernails are cracked. I can count the veins in her hands and especially in her legs for it protrudes like small balls. She only weighs forty five kilos but she can carry a sack of “palay” which weighs the same as her weight.

Early in the morning, before the sun breaks, while I’m still in bed, I can already hear the splash of water from our kitchen. It’s usually my time to answer the call of nature. When I go to our rest room and pass the kitchen, it’s always she I see, filling the water jags, pail and bottle with water. She would wash clothes afterwards. Then, she would fry the leftover rice and the dried fish and eggs or simply cook “lugaw” for our breakfast. When the sunrise breaks, she would hang the washed clothes and water the plants. Later, she would call us and say, “The table is ready”. Yummy! She already prepared the food on the table for our breakfast. But, wait! Where is she? She’s not with us in the table while we are eating our breakfast. As usual she’s in the bedroom fixing the beddings that was left unfixed by the late risers – my children. She does all the household chores without obliging anyone to help her and without words of complaints. It’s just up to us to help her.

She’s a selfless woman who offers things for us. Though it is her personal things, if we like it she would give it to us. And though we already have work, she does not demand anything from us.

When she speaks, she does it smoothly, even if she’s mad. During our low and troublesome moments, she’s always there ready to hold our hands and lift us, and offer her shoulder to cry on. Her ears are always open for us, and it’s all words of encouragement which will come out from her mouth. Never did she blame us for our wrong decisions and failures or never did we hear from her the words “I told you so”.

She has served us ever since we step out from this world, until now that we have our own families. She is serving us without compensation. She’s great, she’s one in a million, and I’m proud to say she’s my mother.
- Maricel Usero

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A Friend Turned Foe

This is one of a kind. I have this friend of mine yet sometimes I consider him a foe. What makes this person a friend of mine? Of course I feel comfortable with him. I like him and I thought he likes me too.

When we first met, I had a strong liking or attraction to him. I conceived that he has a wide grasp of information, maybe because he knows how to carry conversation with people of different ages.

With that I though he has a good intrapersonal skill. Besides, he easily gets along well with others. He is a man with word of honor. He doesn’t break his rule. What he believed is what he acted. He is a man whom you can trust and keep your secret.
He is concerned about the needs of others and a good listener. With that I thought he is unselfish.

Gazing at him, I thought he has such a tantalizing eyes and sweet smile. With all of these I viewed him as a responsible man. I believed I know him well. He became my companion, my confidant and my friend.

Fifteen years had passed, I still have this friend of mine but what strikes me most is that sometimes I no longer like my friend. I found out that he is no longer a man with honor; he often breaks his rule, his words.

He no longer carries a good conversation. He easily flares up whenever he hears things which he believes are against him.
He no longer listens to me and so I thought he is not concerned anymore, he is so selfish. That tantalizing eyes before turned to be a stern look of a tiger now. That sweet smile? Ows! Now it has became an insulting smile.

I began to withdraw from him and now I consider him a foe.

- Melody Temones



PDG Avelino Razon Jr., An agent of peace

Peace and order situation in the country today has considerably improved. Criminality insurgency and other threats to our national security have been reduced.

PDG Avelino Razon Jr., during his term as Chief of Philippine National Police (PNP) have developed strong capability building programs that promote the sound formulation of strategy and approaches on anti-criminality. This has become an almost effective way in curbing crime incidents suspected in crime prone areas in the country. Likewise, he was able to counter and suppress the recruitment of New Peoples Army (and now considered as communist terrorist in the Philippines), by educating people in far-flung areas about communism and its effect to the whole community.

PDG Razon, not only thinks of his family but he is well inclined in governing his men with the highest degree of responsibility, dedication, and commitment.

True enough, he was the author of the PNP Transformation Program that enhances the proper utilization of human resource management. The moral and welfare members of the PNP was his priority, giving education scholarship grants to PNP dependants and extended merit and reward system for those who are achievers, and performers in their respective fields of specialization.

He is one of the country’s top police officers with principle of the Fatherhood of God and the Brotherhood of Men. He is committed to its universal motto of “Brotherly Love, Relief and Truth”. He is a unique leader concerned with moral and spiritual values. He is involved in making good men better and thereby making the country a better place to live.

Finally, he encourages charity works through community police partnership in crime prevention programs, as the predominant characteristic of every member of PNP in the implementation of plans and objectives of the PNP.

Overall this totally contributes to the attainment of peace and order in the country today.

- Frank Rojas

The great lady

There is one person whom I admired most when I was assigned to teach at the Virac South District. It was my first assignment. She was the head teacher at Igang Elementary School. If you will look at her physical appearance, she appears strict but if you will try to do your best in connecting with her, she is very approachable. She’s motherly to all her staff. You can also tell to her even your personal problem and ask for an advice.

One time, I was scheduled for an observation so what I did was to prepare all my needed visual aids. The day of my observation came, I felt so nervous and afraid. I was thought that she might scold me in front of my class whatever mistake I made. I was also thinking that maybe she is so strict when it comes to supervising the class.

When she entered my room, my class greeted her and I started my demo class. At first, my whole body was shaking but when I looked at her; she just smile at me. It was like magic -- that sweet smile on her face erased all my worries and my negative thinking about her disappeared.

My demo class runs smoothly as if no one is observing me. At the end of my class she called me and congratulated me for that particular task and of course, she also gave another technique in teaching. She told us before she was transferred to another school: “You should not be afraid to face anything if we know that we are on the right track and never forget to pray for the guidance Above.”

When I was transferred to North District I always remember her and the entire good thing she made for me plus the pieces of advice she said, personal or work related. I thank her so much for that.

She is a person who you could consider as a mother, leader, friend and even a sister. She is now Principal I at another school but in the same district. But every time I have to seek for an advice I always go to her house or simply text her. There is no time she ignores or neglects my texts or my visits to her home. That’s why I thank God for letting me know her. For me, she is one of the BEST person I’ve ever met.

- Janette G. Gaters

My stranger friend

I have a friend who really knows of very well and likewise I can also tell more about him in every moment of his life. We became friends since we were high school students at CNHS. It was our first day in our class when we had our first talk. At that time he's always sketching , made some lines and eventually you will see a picture and sometimes an image on the paper that he usually worked with.

At first, we looked to each other and smiled without any reason. Then one day he asked in a soft voice if I have any extra pencil or ballpen to be used for his unfinished drawing, and then I said yes. I have, and I gave him my pencil to continue his work.

I didn't think that it will be the start of our friendship and eventually know each other very well. He's from the town of Gigmoto and he told me he doesn't know how to mingle with our other classmates because he thought it would be embarrassing to talk with them because of his language.

It's unfair to him to be always alone during our class, I decided to introduce him to my new friends and they accepted him very well. He's very thankful to me on what I did for him. I also enjoyed every time we were sharing jokes with each other and sharing ideas and playing chess during vacant time.

During weekends we were always have a guitar lesson on their house, and he taught me everything he knows about playing guitar, and he also taught me how to play basic piano chords. All he wanted is to have fun and enjoy life.

Until now we continue what we begun since we were young. We made some improvising to the song we usually sung at that time and he decided to post our new version of songs we had on the internet.

I can't imagine that my true friend will be like him and started with simply asking to borrow a pencil. What a coincidence? I gave him thanks on what he did to my personality and to a meaningful journey that we had. - Charlie T. Molod

From Poorest to Richest

As I was about to enter the house I heard a voice of a man. It seemed he was discussing with a young lady about whether our political system is good or not. When I finally able to go inside the house, I saw a man, a woman, four ladies, a high school boy, and a six-year old boy, having their snacks while watching a movie. But among them, my curiosity was captured by that old man. I can say that he is a man of great integrity, a disciplinarian, a loyal husband, and the best father to his children. His success could be traced on the few lines on his forehead, on his firm stature, and on his fluency in speaking.

Mr. David T. Somido is a happy family man. Among his possessions, I think the greatest is his family. He has been married for twenty seven years now. He is blessed with eight children, two boys and six girls. He has already four children who finished studying and now making their own name in their chosen fields. He is also enjoying time playing with his two grandchildren. For him, life indeed is full of sacrifices and blessings.

He was a lad from San Roque, San Andres, Catanduanes. He is the tenth child among the twelve children of Mr. Pablo Somido Sr. and Mrs. Victorina Somido. He was born on February 23, 1941 to a couple whose the primary way of living is toiling a land.

Being in a big family, it was not easy for him to deal with life. They had to walk certain distance in going to school, with a piece of camote on their hands. There also came to a point when he stopped schooling because he had to. By that time, he only finished high school. After that, he seek job.

He was once employed as houseboy, a janitor, a delivery boy, just to sustain his everyday finances. After so many years of struggling, one of his older brothers advised him to continue to study and try to finish a degree in college. He took the opportunity because of the promise that he would be guided especially in terms of money matters.

But his brother set a bargain that he could only have the chance to study if he would take B.S. Forestry at U.P. Los Banos, instead of other courses. And so, he took and passed the Entrance Examination for Forestry. Luckily, he was granted a full scholarship. At time of his graduation, he was immediately employed at DENR.

And his success in his career was manifested by how happy and contented he is with his family.

He enjoyed early retirement for him to be able to give his time to his family. And now, I proudly say, that I am so proud that he is my father, a loving and understanding one. He is a man who is willing and ready to sacrifice for the welfare of his family.

- Karma L. Somido

First Blood!

This is your output, students, when I told you "let me journey into your respective places."

Ah, my tour was a mixed of helluva emotions. I tripped, I fell, I marveled, I laughed. But along the way, there had some instances where I have to take a rest, especially when I bled profusely. Lesson learned: it takes painstaking effort to rehash this written outputs.

Sabi ngani sa advertisement ni Manny Villar (a rescued OFW) "inalipin ako, dinugo, lumuwa ang bowa" ko..."

Anyway, highway, retrace your places. These are your rough drafts which you sent through email. **********************************************************************************

By the sea

There’s no place like home, whatever it may be – a haven or a hell. It is where my heart will always look for. Wherever I may journey, it’s the home that’ll always pull me through. Moreover, lots of my characteristics, values, beliefs and attitudes were greatly influenced by the environment where I was raised. So let me give you a peek of my life and my place.

My place may not be as famous like Boracay but it’s known for mysticism. Travelers who visit Catanduanes are amazed by the complexity of its weather. Moreover, winds on our island seem to whisper enchanting words where it got its name “Land of the Howling Winds.”

I was raised and grew up at the heart of the island. My home is just a walk away from the sea wall that borders the Pacific Ocean. It is one of the reasons why I just couldn’t get enough of my place – its distance to one of the biggest body of water in the world. This has been my source of inspiration for dreaming more. I love to watch sunrise in that area. Every morning when I wake up early, it is my routine to wait for the sun to peep through the horizon.

Even though my place is not that rural, one thing I love about it is the different fruit trees that abound in our back yard. This had been my playground during my childhood days. My mother would scold me when I climb the up the tree to get those Indian mangoes that were not yet ripe but were already whetting my appetite. My mother loves plants and so do I. We see to it that we keep our backyard green. Aside from fruit trees, we also have beautifully colored orchids and other flowering plants.

Its accessibility to market and other commercial establishments makes my place more convenient to live in. I did not find difficulty in going to school because it’s just one ride away from the school where I spent my high school days. And now, it is already my workplace. This is the place where I grew up and will still be the same place where I would spend and raise my family. - Mary Rose Sta. Rosa



Experience San Miguel
( A Glimpse to the Heart of Catanduanes)


At the heart of the Catanduanes island, the land of the howling winds, lies the picturesque and mountainous town of San Miguel. Teeming with natural resources. Rich in culture and tradition. Overflowing with warmth and gentleness of its people. San Miguel is an enchantment to behold and experience.

Experience its beauty. Awesome and breathtaking scenery greet every visitor when they travel to the magical Solong Falls. It is just one of the numerous waterfalls which the town boasts of. Its clear waters and enigmatic appeal are incomparable to the beaches of Boracay and Amanpulo. Mountainous and slopy, San Miguel is blessed with cool weather, the musky breeze of mountain air, the fragrance of the most important fiber – the abaca and the richness of the mighty Bato river which serves as the fish bowl of every hardworking San Migueleno. The beauty is unsurpassed when you take the scenic route to visit the entire town and its barangays. The road to Baguio City finds its able opponent. Fun and adventure leaves a weary traveler energized and uplifted.

Experience its history. San Miguel is a town so young yet so rich in its historical and cultural heritage. Formerly known as Aguas, San Miguel blooms into one of the most important towns in the province. Legend has it that a giant fish called Aguas landed on this place after a great flood. Its eyes were as big as a plate and scales as big as a winnower. Villagers feasted on it and agreed that the place be called Aguas. Later in time, it became San Miguel after Don Miguel Triumfante , Juez De Canado of Bato because of his great service to its people. A former barrio of Bato arose to become San Miguel, a town of warm and hardworking people. A town where the traditional curtsy of addressing the elderlies “May” and “Pay” continues to live.

One cannot complete a great experience without nurturing the warm greetings and smiles of every San Mugueleno. “Dagos tabi kamo” as everyone says marks the invitation that everyone is invited for an experience-of-a-lifetime.

Experience San Miguel. - Rey King Bernal



Come... yes, here...

Are you fond of visiting places? Well, I tell you, my place is one of the many spots you have to visit. This is one of the historical places in our province. This is where you can find the Holy Cross Shrine in our barangay. Many devotees of our Shrine have testified that there is something miraculous in the Holy Cross. They claimed that the holy water from the well can cure illnesses.

How can a curious traveler reach my place? Well, you have your choice; pedicab, tricycle, motorcycle, jeep or your own Pajero. It’s only about two and a half kilometers from Bato town proper. You will spend about five to ten minutes traveling from the town to our barangay.

Just relax as I tour you in our accommodating place. This is the starting point of our final destination. We have here on our left the Bato Catholic Cemetery.

Okey, let’s go – we are now traveling the Bato to Batalay expressway; this is what we called “banyaga”. Looking at your left and right is the wide rice field of the town folks.

So, we are now in our place. Welcome to Batalay! This is only the entrance to our paradise.

Let’s proceed. Look at that! It’s our municipal Mayor’s rest house. A few meters away is our beach. I am sure you will feel relaxed here. The sea water is so tranquil, yet, inviting you to join and play with her.

Smell the fresh air and feel the refreshing and cool water. But then, this is not yet our final destination. We have to reach the Shrine.

Ready? It would take us about three minutes from this place.

Here we are! This is our barangay plaza and as we cross that bridge you will notice that small body of water, it’s a swamp; it gives us shell, fishes and crabs.

Let’s proceed. About another three minutes from here will be the Shrine.

At last! Here we are. This is our Holy Cross Shrine. This is the heart of our place. Because of this, our place became known to many and this binds us with our fellow believers and most especially to our Dear Creator, through our religious activities.

How do you feel right now? Tired? Maybe, but I know that you had a great time traveling with me and especially you experienced the beauty of our place.

Next time? I am looking forward on it.
- Melody Temones


San Miguel, My Hometown

My hometown is located at the center of Catanduanes Island. From school at the Catanduanes State Colleges we ride at the tricycle with 8.00 fare through the terminal. There are two alternative rides either tricycle or jeep with the same fare 20.00, with separate terminal. The tricycle terminal can be found at the side of Virac Supermarket in front of the Dyna Mega hardware, while the jeep terminals located at the side of Catanduanes Colleges at the back of Bato terminal.

If you want to go to our place in a very short time you may ride at the tricycle, because with seven passengers they already bead them way to San Miguel it is about 15 to 20 minutes, however in the jeep they travel at about 10 to 15 minutes. The advantage through is you may seat comfortable and properly and they travel with 16 passengers.

It's about 12 kilometers away from Virac. During your travel you may see the San Vicente Beach Resort “Roadside" and Bato Bridge which is considered the longest bridge in the Catanduanes as well as the Balongbong Falls.

May I invite you this coming May 7-8 the town fiesta of my hometown. You will enjoy watching the different activities prepared by the different barangays. Some of the activities that will be performed are “Search for Ms. Gay Earth" and street dancing with abaca presentation. We will visit also the Solong Falls and you will enjoy watching the water falls and feel and smell the freshness of the air.
- Margie Tosoc


Mara uya samo

I would like to invite you in our place this summer. From Virac you can ride in a cab or tricycle in going Bato. The fare is P17.00 only. Upon reaching the long bridge of Sipi, you see the downtown are of Bato. It is really a beautiful place. It's fun to visit our place. You will enjoy many things like riding in a bicycle with side car or sikad-sikad; enjoy buying fresh fruits, vegetables, sweet foods made from pili nut, camote, cassava, and others.

There are also handicrafts made from abaca like slippers, fan and bags. We have also our mini store at Bato proper the "RJ STORE". We have friendly salesladies who will help you of your needs. You can shop here anytime from 6:30-8:00 pm Monday to Saturday. There are lots of things to buy like jewelry, cosmetics, shoes, sandals, clothes, plastic ware and kitchen ware. For Sunday worship, you can visit the Bato church. It is really big and unique, you will enjoy the quiet time with the Lord in this church. So, I'm really inviting you to come to our place. I assure you! you will have more fun and exciting experience in your place.
- Jocelyn Tenoria


Mus na kita sa amo

Hi Sir, firstly I would like to introduce myself before inviting you to see our place. I am Mrs. Elvera T. Tapas Teacher 1 of Bato Central Elementary School, handling Grade I class for almost 19 long years.

Our place is an enjoying town of Bato, where beautiful and high mountains are located. During the Palarong Bicol, the Iriga Delegation stayed in our place for almost a week and they said that Bato is a nice place to stay because of its clean surroundings, educated and hospitable people.

A few kilometers away going to the east part is Batalay, one of the nearest barangays of Bato. Here you can see the beautiful rest house of our Mayor, Eulogio R. Rodriguez who always welcomes people to visit our place.

A few meters away is the Batalay Chapel. It is located on the roadside going to Bote.Near this chapel is the Batalay Beach where you can feel the freshness of the air and clean water that seems to invite you to swim with your family.

Our residence is located at Banawang Bato, near the Bato Rural Development High School.Feel free to come our town and visit our nice places.
- Elvie Tapas

San Andres, my hometown

My place is about 17 kilometers away from Virac Downtown. I usually ride on a jeep or in a tricycle to reach my destination.

There are lots of tourist spot that can be found there. Among of these are: Luyang Cave Park, Amenia Beach Resort, Pasa Tiempo Beach Resort, The Image of Our Lady of Sorrow in which its devotees sacrifice to reach this place especially during the Good Friday.

Even though, some spots in our place is not yet familiar to some tourist, our local government is trying their best to make it attractive to the people.

As of now, the present administration has another plan to make our place attractive to the tourist by adding another tourist spot. It is called “Smiling Risen Christ" which can be found in Mt. Cagmasoso.

If I am going to choose what spot in my place it would be near the seashore. I feel relieved and relaxed if I am in this place because all my worries and problems are taken away by the waves of the sea. I really want to walk along the seashore especially during sunset.

Another place that I can consider as my favorite spot is my bedroom. I consider this place very comfortable because it helps me take a rest after the whole day work. It is also my place where I can have bonding with my sisters.

I hope that you can have some time to visit my place and enjoy some beautiful spots in my place. - Lyn Sumalde


Inward journey

One can be in different places at a certain point in his life. You could feel the coolness of the winter in Korea or the heat of the sun in the Middle East. What if these two places will be fused? Would you still feel the exact temperature of the place?

In a glance you’ll be enlightened, you’ll be mesmerized by the humming of the birds. Every single note that comes out will truly seek and dazzle your senses. Feel the emotions and intense of the voice as you go deep within the thoughts.

You may either run or walk too close but not so intimate. Beware you’ll be leading a path where no one could try to exist even a single stone.

I could feel your steps coming too close. The motions of your body, the music in your system, the stillness of your voice, even the beat of your heart. Take a deep breathe . . . Sh . . . Sh . . . Sh . . . Walk with me. Hold my hand. Tight. Calm. Hush . . . Listen to the tickling of the clock, Twinkling of the stars See with your heart Feel with your eyes Flowers will still bloom.
- Febrianny Tugano


Our dwelling
Ten years ago, my mom and dad decided to buy a parcel of land here in our beautiful place West Garden. This home is not only my parents dream but also mine. At first few months, I got cold feeling over this place because my relatives and friends were left in our old place. At that time, I really feel strange for I know no one here. Only few families were residing here those first few years.

As months went on, I just found my self comfy perhaps, I just used to it. As I start to love this place, my parents were slowly improving our house. With there perseverance and consistence just about three years passed, our dream house finally came true.

Let me invite you to enter its first phase. It has green flat surface covered with fine grass and different kind of plants around it. Here, you can find yourself relaxing. While soothing yourself inside our cottage, you can here the birds serenading you and the warm kiss of air through your cheeks can be felt. We are now about to enter the second phase of our dwelling. The two glass doors are opening. The ambiance within is welcoming. The entire area has high ceiling. The room was filling with furnishings and accessories that would provide a soft spot for visitors to land and relax as they watch their favorite shows on the 32-inch Sony TV. The cozy gathering spot has velvety sofa and the addition of throw pillows in rounds and squares with variant colors.

My mom makes sure there were plants to be natural. This floor contains two rooms; one of these is my mom’s room. Another is a library area so you can read books while waiting. Then, about twenty steps, is our dining area. Lastly, a fewer steps is our two rest rooms.

Now, come let’s see upstairs. Here, we have two special bed rooms for our special guest. At the middle is our master bedroom. Our master bedroom is my most favorite place in our home. Why? It’s because I get everything in our room. I can watch movies and programs in our 32 inches SHARP TV, and if I’m already tired watching, I can surf the net and chat with my friends online.

Finally, we can enjoy chatting and toast for a drink in our bar area. And, if you already wobbly, you can rest and scene the beauty of our place in the veranda.
- Bernadette Jane Gianan

The hidden treasure behind the mountains

Viga, our place is a milestone away from the capital town of Catanduanes. It is fifty-two kilometers away from Virac that it makes some travelers feel bored and fall asleep on the bus while on their way. But if you could just go with me to our place and open your eyes wide while we are on our journey, I assure you, you’ll have a lot of unforgettable experiences which will move your heart.

Let me take you first to the long and winding road. While riding in a bus, as we go on, inhale the fresh air and feel the touch of the cool summer breeze that comes from the spreading trees in the mountainside.

We’re now going up. Ooopps! Look at your right. Can you see that breath taking cliff? I hope you’re not afraid of height. You know, before, I’m scared to pass by this place because of the cliff, but now I’m used to it.

As we are nearing the place Summit the breeze of the air becomes cooler and cooler. Oh! This is like a stairway to heaven. Here we go, we reach barangay Summit. This is already the mountain top and it seems we’re on the top of the world.

Well’ look at that! The sky appears to be a stone’s throw away from us. Now, open your eyes wide and throw your sight to the wilderness. See that awesome overlooking mountains sprinkled with lovely trees.

Wow! The foamy milky fog forms a line and it wraps and hides some trees. It seems to be playing with the trees. Well, you know I often see this scene but for me it’s always new to me each time. You know why? I’m a nature lover, I guess you are too. I can see that you are astonished with the stirring sight. But, let me remind you, we still have to go with our journey.

Alright! Hold your breath! We shall now go down to this long and winding road to our place. Here we go…but, wait! There’s a landslide and the bus could not go along. We have to take off our footwear and cross the landslide. Oh no! We’re on here now. Watch out, there might be some falling rocks and trees. Oh my! Can you feel the sticky mud that tickles your feet? Ew!

Alright we have to transfer to another bus. Now, we are near to my place. I can already smell the boiled cassava from the kitchen of the houses in the barangay near our town.

Hey! Look at that abaca fibers that line and curtain the road in both sides. Our municipality is known to have widespread plantation of abaca, as you notice from the mountainsides. We are now in Barangay Sagrada, about four kilometers from our town.

Look! There’s a tall falls over there. It’s the “Hamitlan” falls. I’ve never gone to that place. They say that the place is very refreshing and the water is cool, but the place is dangerous according to some hearsay.

Okey, we shall now cross Oco bridge, which is three kilometers from Viga. Look at the river, it’s very inviting to swim, but see, there are many carabaos in that river. Hmm… we’re not one of them.

Finally, we are now at the entrance of Viga town. See the vast rice field? The rice are golden yellow and it’s ready for harvest. Know what? Viga is said to be the rice granary of Catanduanes. Here we are. Look, the Town Plaza and Town Church are at your left side by side and at your right is the High School and Municipal Hall side by side. We are now on our home sweet home.

Let me offer you first some snacks before I tour you in our town. How did you find our trip? Is it dizzying, thrilling, enjoying or tiring? Well, I just hope you enjoyed our travel and I hope you’ll love to visit here not just next time but many times.
- Maricel Usero

A place called home
Years ago, our home place seems impossible to reach of any means of transportation, yet I consider it as an amazing, peaceful, and beautiful place, where natural and fresh spring of water flows, a sweet melody song by birds in a gorgeous trees, the lowly sparrow finds a home for her brood and the swallow a nest for herself where she may lay her young.

In winter season, a fog coming down and cold breeze of the air could really touch our delicate skin.

One of my thoughtful moments, I had a profound sense of how this world in which I live and move and have our being – flames out, shines like foil that is shaken against the light; and like the ooze of oil.

Sadly, this home is now seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil. This beloved home now wears human smudge and shares human smell. The smudge and smell of all but barren soil of bewildering abuse, of disease and pain and strife. Upon this dwelling place, generations have trod, trod, trod…. Leaving behind only footprints but only because they have taken away with them nearly everything that desperate short human arms, tiny hands can grab at and stash away.

It may be hard to believe but it is true that God grandeur still persists in all its gentleness. Still fills the world his grandeur. It is never obliterated. Indeed, this is possible only because in his dwelling place has wonderfully and fearfully made; and because of this, there still lives the dearest freshness deep down things. Still beauty springs forth in our place. Like a comporting mother, his warmly broods over us with warm breast and with bright wings spread over us.
- Junnie Gianan

A place of pleasure and contentment

Our barangay is not only a place where you can find houses ad people. For me, it is a haven where you can find peace, pleasure and contentment.

Gogon is one of the barangays which is a meter away from the sea. You can find interesting things there. Early in the morning, you can see people there going to and fro. Some are busy preparing for school. Some are having their daily exercise; others are busy with their household chores. Those things describe a typical environment.

What makes it different, is though there are lots of houses there, people do not forget the importance of green things growing. There are still big trees, flowering plants and vegetable garden. Some are raising cactuses with different colors- pink, tangerine, yellow and red. All of these are pleasing to the eyes especially when the sun shines brightly and gives its light to the creatures on earth. It adds color to the surroundings wherein the green plants look greener with the sun’s rays. It is also an ideal time to go swimming.

You will just walk a few yards to reach the seashore. You will be refreshed with the cold fresh air and feel good when it reaches your lungs. You should also try walking or running and feel your feet playing with the tiny pebbles and sands.

Try to touch the cold blue sparkling clear sea water and play with the sea waves that crush on the seawall and in the rocks at the seaside.

In this place, you can find peace and contentment. You can also forget your problems for a while. When you get out of the water, you can feel the cold morning air that embraces you, giving a sudden rush of chill. But this is really enjoyable.
- Amor Dolores



Ola to our place!

I am inviting you to my hometown, Bato. From Virac, you will take a thirty-minute ride to go there. Before reaching the town proper you will first pass barangay Marinawa where you will see the mini Hydroelectric Power Plant. After crossing a small bridge from this power plant turn left to visit Maribina falls where water dances gracefully as you see it tumbling from the top of the mountain to the rocky chairs. Standing by the side you will really feel the freshness of the breeze.

After Marinawa, you will proceed and pass the next barangay, Cabugao, where big and beautiful houses and buildings stand along the national road. At Cabugao is the TESDA, a school where students graduate and employ locally and abroad.

Then you will pass barangay Guinobatan. It is overseeing the Bato river mouth connecting it to the Pacific Ocean.

Then pass barangay Sipi where you can now view the town proper like a Garden of Eden with the first beautiful spot, the Bato Church, a more or less forty decade old church. The outer part of the church will tell you its history.

Before Entering barangay Tilis you will cross the wide and long Bato Bridge. While you are there, you will see and feel as if you are at the South Super Highway of the mainland.

Then after the church, a young Vision Bank is standing facing the river. This helps very much Bato folks alleviate its living. Then standing next to it is the Bato Municipal Hall.

Entering the town proper, just proceed to the fourth street, named Salvacion Street, at Barangay Libod Poblacion you can see our house standing. You are most welcome to stay there. While staying there in our place, I can guide you a tour to Batalay beach and Shrine. This shrine is also a historical place that tells others that Batonhons are God-loving and kind. This is also a visiting place for many tourists.

Many visitors had proven and said that we Batonhons are hospitable, a true characteristic of a Filipino. Don’t hesitate to come and visit us. You can ask bato folks the house of Irene Tindugan-Torzar – the principal of San Roque Elementary School.

- Irene Torzar



San Pablo - A Model Barangay

Early in the morning, one can see people jogging on boulevard while the red-orange morning sun comes out. Each and every one is busy with their daily activities. And these all happens in a place called San Pablo. It is near the 'White House,' residence of once ruling political family in the island, and the famous Municipal Hall Virac. In front of it are the beautiful green trees surrounding the Virac Rizal Plaza. The Virac Cathedral Church sits nearby.

The town of Virac, where San Pablo can be found, originated from the word "Burak" which means a beautiful flower. This town has more than twenty barangays. One of them is my beautiful barangay of San Pablo, located near the sea port of Virac.

From the Catanduanes State Colleges along the national road you can see the Virac Public Market which is also adjacent to my barangay, a beautiful place like a simple, clean and pretty lady.

The primary source of living of the people here is selling fishes and meat in the market. Some of them are professionals and government employees like teachers while others are businessman.

Cleanliness is strictly observed here by imposing "Tapat mo, Linis mo" program of the barangay. With the people of my barangay adhering to this campaign, I take pride in my place for its orderliness and cleanliness.
- Ricky delos Santos


Let me be your tour guide, honey…

My place is one of the many spots you need to visit. Why? Because this is one of the historical places in our province and even in our country. What makes it historical? Well, you can find the Holy Cross Shrine in our barangay. Many devotees of our Shrine have testified that there is something miraculous in the Holy Cross. They claimed that the holy water from the well can cure illnesses.

How can a curious traveler reach my place? Well, you have your choice; pedicab, tricycle, motorcycle, jeep or your own Pajero. It’s only about two and a half kilometers from Bato town proper. You will spend about five to ten minutes traveling from the town to our barangay.
Just relax as I tour you in our accommodating place. This is the starting point of our final destination. We have here on our left the Bato Catholic Cemetery.

Okey, let’s go – we are now traveling the Bato to Batalay expressway; this is what we called “banyaga”.

Looking at your left and right is the wide rice field of the town folks. So, we are now in our place. Welcome to Batalay! This is only the entrance to our paradise. Let’s proceed.

Look at that! It’s our municipal Mayor’s rest house. A few meters away is our beach. I am sure you will feel relaxed here. The sea water is so tranquil, yet, inviting you to join and play with her.

Smell the fresh air and feel the refreshing and cool water. But then, this is not yet our final destination. We have to reach the Shrine. Ready? It would take us about three minutes from this place.

Here we are! This is our barangay plaza and as we cross that bridge you will notice that small body of water, it’s a swamp; it gives us shell, fishes and crabs. Let’s proceed. About another three minutes from here will be the Shrine.

At last! Here we are. This is our Holy Cross Shrine. This is the heart of our place. Because of this, our place became known to many and this binds us with our fellow believers and most especially to our Dear Creator, through our religious activities.

How do you feel right now? Tired? Maybe, but I know that you had a great time traveling with me and especially you experienced the beauty of our place.

Next time? I am looking forward on it.
- Melody T. Temones


My home

It’s hard for someone like me who does not have a permanent home. My family shifts from different apartments to rented houses to shelter ourselves. As for the moment, we are happily living in a three-story house near the Nazareno Chapel at San Roque, Virac. You have to pass through a narrow”eskinita” first to get through there. And as soon as you reach our place, green and blossoming plants will welcome you. It emphasizes our cream-colored house which gives a more earthly vibes.

Upon entering our door, you’ll see our minimalist sala, dining area and our kitchen, just like any other homes here in the Philippines. It is where I spend most of the time with my family- bonding with my kids, having movie marathon and of course having our meals together.

Upstairs in the second floor, we have here two rooms which serve as the bedroom. One is for my son and the other is for my two daughters. The master’s bedroom is located at the first floor near to our sala. On the other hand, the third floor is unoccupied. Although our home is small the ambiance is do great; it is very peaceful and quiet; it is a place where you could really find rest and serenity. Only the laughter and chatting of my kids are what you’ll often hear which brings more life to our simple home.

Being a wife and a mother to my three kids, I make sure that this home will keep my family safe and sound. I always wanted a home where my family will not just be feeling at home but also being home. As for what other has said, “being home is different from feeling at home because when you’re home, you don’t have to adjust at every moment.’ I am worried that my family especially the kids would find hard time to adjust our situation of transferring from different houses.

Fortunately, we found this home where I believe that each of us feels lucky to have this place. And what matters is we are happily living together. For a home does not simply means a place to sleep, eat, rest and play, but a place where you feel totally complete.

- Janette G. Gaters


Calatagan Elementary School

Calatagan Elementary School is the fountain of wisdom of its young residents and its nearby barangays. This is where I belong.

Coming from the towns of Virac and San Andres, also called Calolbon, you see this place of young people wanting to serve God and who wants to make it their lifetime vocation. Their formation center is the Fiat House, one of the famous landmarks in near Calatagan area.

Adjacent to this is a crossroad where plants grow abundantly. The fragrance of different flowers will greet you a nice day when you enter at this kingdom. Every tree has its own community of birds chirping with happiness all day. This is where the Calatagan Elementary Schools sits serenely.

At the Calatagan Elementary School you will feel the coolness of spring as you enter in every classroom. The teachers can be seen busy molding the minds of their

At one side of the school, you will experience the healing power of green things growing. You need not go to the drugstore when you feel dizzy from whole day work. Just a gaze at these greeneries will make one relaxed.

This is Calatagan, a place closest to my heart. – Antonia Tabinas

The Bato PNP: At the forefront of maintaining the town’s peace and order

Peace and order situation in the municipality of Bato is excellent. This can be attributed to the conduct of and continuous visibility patrol accorded by the elements of Bato Municipal Police Station, Bato, Catanduanes.

The implementation of rules or ordinances and laws are fully implemented by the local government of Bato under the leadership of Honorable Mayor Leo Rodriguez with the support of the Sangguniang Bayan of Bato is ever vibrant.

Aside from this, it is with deep pride that Bato has developed tourist destinations; the Sakahan Beach Resort, overseeing the “Nagngangangang Buwaya” Point just about fifteen-minute ride from Bato Poblacion, and the Maribina Falls in Barangay. Sibacungan which are both adjacent to the Poblacion.

These significant achievements are realized through the active support and partnership of the community and the local government of Bato.

The people of Bato now recognize the strength and sacrifices of the local government of Bato in realizing the vision and objective of the municipality.

Our constituents will be always be assured to live and work in a safe and peaceful community.
- Frank Rojas



Come to So-ok

Zigzag road, dusty and mountainous ─ you can encounter these as you visit So-ok.

It takes a mile to travel to this place and makes your body ache but to reach this beautiful spot relieves and relaxes one's mind and spirit.

I have been here for quite long time and this beautiful place which is located in the middle of the forest and nestled between two mountains is still insulated from busy world.

I have been here once and its too far from my grandfathers’ place. And yet, I can still remember the beauty of this virgin forest. So-ok proves that we could still save our mother Earth from the ill effects of modernity.

I remember the cool breeze , the rice plants dancing and the birds singing under the trees, flying freely and the fruits with different types and tastes, sizes and colors. This is a place where I enjoyed the gift of God and filled my memory.

So-ok, is indeed a beautiful spot with full of surprises for a child. It gave beautiful memories worth remembering.

This place reminds me to always enjoy nature's bounty and praise Gods for His gift.
- Evalinda Tatel


ODE TO MY DIFFERENT VOYAGE IN LIFE
A Travelogue to Fatherhood

It is not flesh and blood but the heart which makes us fathers and sons.
- Johann Schiller

I went to Bazaar on my birthday to buy three pair of socks and thought about life which I do seldom.

Indeed, life is better now, I consider; like an old school waiting its new students after the worn-out summer flee to its own vacation. Old school is used to changes; that could be like my 22 years of defying gravity and wondering when is the right time to learn. After implacable family conflicts, I learned to breathe air again, but alone.

Two days from now God will see the gift He gave me in His sacred altar. My one and a half month daughter will be spelled of holy water to avow religion she is unknown of. I am so happy that God gave me the Gift, only except that it was delivered to me like an Express Padala knocking at my door at 12:00 midnight while everybody was snoring soundly.

Too young, too early, they say. Anyhow, I’ll be used to surprises and changes as life goes on. When you love the thing most it costs the happiness you don’t want to lose. Nobody can buy it except when God wants to wholesale it from you. God give me this gift at the right time with the wrong life. I know there is no such thing as wrong time; it’s always the wrong life. If God thinks I deserved the most precious gift in the world, I’m thankful and happy. I am happier.


I went to the second floor of the miniature mall to find suit socks. I picked two black, the other dirty white. I fetch my five-hundred peso bill from my chained pocket, and look seemingly different to the cashier at the counter. Will she think or recognize me as a father? I hardly had time deciding what are the best socks for my 22 years old restive feet but I think this is not the standard to disqualify me of being a good father. Who cares for the socks with nothing to please but my unpretentious down-to-earth feet? It doesn’t require tough decision that would cost your future.

I paid the price; got my change and the gift of three pair of socks. For one hundred twenty pesos price of my gift to appease my 22 years existence, I discounted everything what a father needs to have. I learned how to think life and thanks God that day.

These socks brought me wisdom to continue tread my life’s road.
- Adem Nalu V. Rubio