Tuesday, May 5, 2009

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.
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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




Monday, May 4, 2009

Toying with Words

Their attempts at poetry writing. And some prose.

Well...


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My Son

His twinkling eyes
makes me smile
His cackle
makes me laugh
His embrace
brings me comfort
His fragrance
makes me blossom.
But when he’s sick,
My hearts become weak.
For I worry what will happen next.
But I have to do some ways
Just to make my son safe.
- Delma Navales

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Signal Catcher

Atop the lonely roof stands proud a slender pole
Veering away from the rest,
this shy and tall signal catcher looms in solitude.
Alone and lonely, defying the tests.
Tough and resilient yet fragile

As I was watching over it, questions slowly popped up.
What if it is a “he” or a “she”? Will it scream? Or shout?
A shout of disdain for the ill-fate situation
Left to face the harshness and adversities of unwanted phenomena

Such is the case for most. Where mouths remain sealed;
letting things pass while walking with their head high up.
Deaf-mute but able; playing crippled but looking.
In contrast, this signal catcher is enviable.
Not only has it caught signal it also illuminates someone’s abode
and not to be left out . . . thinking.

There I saw the paradox. Though man is free,
he’s not free at all. This signal catcher is out in the open
and cannot move a thing yet feeds and gives enlightenment to everyone.
Human on the other hand has all the means to do the same yet hollow.

- Rey King Bernal

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Gynecomastia

Like papaya bosom
Forever young in the pristine twilight of May
It is graciously enclothed
Harbored by the shelter of your Novo shirt
Cushioned by the press of denial and guise of loose wardrobes
But envied by
Alleluia brother, alleluia

Morphing is a proclivity, natural, and easy
If your crossroad leans left, why turn right?

Happy are those who see bright flowers in desert
Blessed are those with natural gifts.
- Adem Nalu Rubio

*Gynecomastia is a medical term for manboobs that occur in men.

This poem is dedicated to all men who have manboobs. This is inspired by my conversation with my classmate Charlie, who, like me, happened to have a hint of Gymnecomastia.

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Alone
I think I'm alone.
Thinking nobody cares for me
I'm in an empty room
I'm in an empty room with only
me and my bed
I hear the sound of chirping birds
I feel the soothing coolness of wind
Always alone
Some think that I'm weird
But they don't know what I need for
They don't know that I need a love
a never ending love....

- Lirabelle Espelleta

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Imahinasyon

Kagabi,
Napanaginipan ko ang mala-diyosa
mong mukha,
Naaaninag ko ang napakabait mong mga ngiti
Nagbabalik-balik sa aking isipan
Di makatulog
Di makuntento sa isang tabi
Na parang isa kang Diyosa
Na di nabubura
Pang hanggang ngayon
Ikaw pa rin ang nasa aking imahinasyon,
Nag-uumaga na,
Tumitilaok na ang mga malulusog na manok
Nagkukumahog na ang mga tao sa pagtatrabaho
Ngunit eto pa rin ako, dilat ang mga mata
Puyat sa magdamag sa kaiisip saiyo.


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Fallen leaf

Burned by the blazing sun
Swayed by the breezy air
Down I fall into the ground
Away from the nourishing stem.
I was afraid to let go
For I will be astray
But this is my fate
No further debate.
From below, I look up to my tree
Having this feeling that I am free
That I’ve got to find my destiny
In my own little way.
Time slowly flies
Something starts to eat me up
Darkness envelopes my being
And it’s time for surrendering.

- Mary Rose Sta. Rosa

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Stand Still

Anxious of being late,
in a cab just this morning,
I kept myself busy - looking
at those green plants
that we passed by.

There they go,
the leaves of those verdant trees
it's amazing how they faithfully hang
on their branches
unafraid, strong, wild and free.

With the cool summerbreeze,
they gracefully sway
they joyfully play,
with the birds, with their visitors
with their friends and family.

With their sweet smile,
they welcome this great morning,
they humbly greet each other
carefully handle their service without fear
They stand still, to inspire others.

They exist, they are here!
They help with open arms
a million thanks,
those loyal leaves
I found a savior!

- Melody Temones

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A friend


Darkness
Brought sadness to me
For it reminded me
Of someone
Who cares for me,
Sits beside me,
Lends her ears
Even her shoulders
Just to comfort me.

- Lyn Sumalde


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This heart of mine

This heart is mine
God’s fate gave this heart to me
This humble and benign heart to me
And when the wretchedness
of pulling the wool over somebody’s eyes
Reveals her forbearing heart
and forever’s trust
Then I see a heart
Where lovers can love with conviction
So take my life
And share this heart with me
And share this unswerving heart with me

Though I’m just a human
When your life be one with me
With the bless of God
I know I can surmounts the battle
To make this heart our road
If I must be at odds, I’d be at odds
To make this heart be forever’s ours
Until I take my last breath this heart is mine.
- Junnie Gianan

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Untitled

Silence bangs my emotions
It succumbs my nerve
It could even blind me
Would I still see the sun turning towards the North?
Trying to establish a tie between the stars and the moon?

I could feel my blood pouring out of my system
abyss the sea
Tempting to fight my soul
Spirited to taste the sap of the cactus

Sh . . . capture every second
In a jiffy, Time would run as a tissue dumped
in a treasured place.

Look beyond the window . . .
The sticky fluid that flows down from the roof
with uniform lines trying to fill in its close empty spaces.

Would I still have the bone to open it?
And finally smell the aroma of sampaguita . . .
Touch the feathers of the maya . . .
And feel the soft breeze of the wind?

Will I?

- Febrianny Tugano

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Stump

It’s just simply a stump. For some, it has no use. It’s just a garbage.

But for a gardener – it serves as sustenance to different orchids and all kinds of
aerial plants.

For a decorator – it is a good spot in a corner of a room, in a beach or in a reflection
place.

For a designer – it can be hanged with a glittering smile.

For a traveler – it is a thing to have their minute rest.

For a teacher or preacher – it is a nourishment to a heart and mind of a child.

For a farmer – it is a fertilizer to the plants we consume.

For an environmentalist – it can be replaced with a tree of life . . .
- Irene Torzar

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Monstrous Time

You would find yourself rocketing up the stairs,
striding three steps at a time.
Your heart palpitates fast
that you can hardly catch a breath,
With its beat thundering,
that the persons seated next to you
can audibly hear it.
Your pea-sized sweat trickles down your face
while scurrying answers to a nerve-racking puzzle.
Your mind is being chased by a thousand knights.
In your sight, anywhere you look at,
is an enormous clock, with every tick of its hand
slowly gnawing your senses.

- Geraldine Arcilla

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Rendezvous

I prayed before to God
Your countenance is next to me.
And a year had passed
It never came to reality.

I prayed more for the next two years,
Bending knees with tears.
And years were gone,
None of those were done.

One anesthetized night in my room.
I got a chance to meet him behind that door.
And- telling him
I’ll stop infuriating him.

Winters and springs passed by,
After fifth year that through
In astonishing place and time
God made his own way.

I am so blessed at last.

- Bernadette Jane Gianan

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Line is Life

Line has different kinds.
It can be vertical, horizontal, zigzag
It can be beginning and ending.

Line is a very simple mathematical figure.
Everytime I see this figure
It remember me what a life is.

Life is a line
Life is vertical line, for those who
tried to reach the top of the mountain of his life.
Horizontal; A person has nothing to do
but sleeps all day.
Zigzag life for those thorns
that we encounter daily.

Line is life
From beginning to period
From dust to dust.

Life should go on
If you want to make it longest, go on.

- Tonette Tabinas

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The avenue

I do not prefer to be in this silent
room all alone,
Where chairs are lined and arranged
and in their sound sleep.

Years ago, I used to be with room,
With boys and girls, some laughing, screaming
and arguing
some attentively listening to the figure talking in front.
There were crumpled papers on floor
books, notebooks and ball pens on chairs.

Those days were gone,
And today I’m back in the middle of silence,
With only the chirping of birds I hear and
the rustling of mango leaves of the mango tree outside,
as it dances and gracefully sways with the sluggish music of the wind.

But the reason why I’m here,
With a piece of paper and a ball pen in hand
And find myself writing on my own,
This I owe to this empty but valuable room and the figure
who was standing and talking in front.

- Maricel Usero
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Rugged chair

Rosing, Loleng even Reming had visited,
seniors, sophomores, juniors and freshmen
or returning student had shared,
still strong and busy.

Grafittis had been drawn,
colored black,brown or white,
hammer, nails and blocks helped him
to cover his age and work.

He relaxed every tired body,
let arms lay and get busy,
even the age can be forgotten
still strong, relaxing and waiting for somebody.

- Evalinda Tatel


Wrist watch

I don’t really know the true
meaning of time
On the other hand, how is it valued
in every season and clime
As I look into the wrist watch
In my hand
I know what time really stands
It repeats all our journeys in life
The sound of time always reminds
As we continue our life to climb
To reach for success
That gives us the essence of happiness.

- Jenry Tayam
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Dark Night

Busy street was gone,
Another day was done.
Lonely night starts to cry,
Another candle will surely die.
The old cabin was out of sight,
A roar of crying dog cloaks the night.
The cold floating breeze,swiftly passed
through tiny hole at ease.
Silence of night was really haunted,
When you heard, you'll be tormented.
- Charlie Molod
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Ceiling fan

I rather choose to be in silence,
Like the opening bud of a rose early morning,
Than to speak like a shallow river,
That you will hear the sound of nothing.

If I could speak to them,
Would they listen?
Would they understand the pain?
But I rather choose to be in silence.

If only this sacrifice would end,
I’ll choose to be a shinning star at night,
That everybody appreciates,
That everybody loves to talk with.

I’m not complaining for what I have,I’m just after the appreciation,
After all, this is the task
That God has given to me..

And I appreciate it,
Like the sea that appreciates the sun,
And the appreciation of the mountains
In the afternoon, when the dusk sets in.


- Melanie O. Odi
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Footwear

1, 2, 3 and more countless steps
Lead me on my way from work
My body is swaying but hated to stop
My feet are crack and irk

I paused….and mourn
Felt sorry not for my feet
But for my pair of shoes

Its faded color, reminds me
The journey we’ve been through
Its detached strap almost kissed the ground
Pleading to mend…

- Jennifer Lizaso

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Rose

Your attractive color
catches someone’s attention
Which tempts everyone to pick
and makes as house decoration
Sweet smell makes me feel good
Feeling full even having no food.
Looking at you dancing in the air
Makes a man’s love be so sincere.
No thought, no words can ever say
Even a millionaire cannot pays.
Through you, love can be shared
By just giving you to someone.
specially when she is despair.
To typhooned heart,
you bring repair
And at the end of time the two
makes a good pair.

- Mary Grace Timajo

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Everlasting love


Love is gentle , Love is quiet
Like any distant star
Love is beauty , Love is music
Like a droplet of rain. . . . .

Love is expressive , Love is jealous
Like a sharp edge of a knife
Love is high , Love is strong
Like a mountain that touches he sky. . . .

Love is sweet , Love is pure
Like a flower that blooms in the meadow
Love is wild that moves like a wave from the ocean
Love takes by surprise with two hearts that cares. . .


Love is patient and unselfish
Divine, true, neutral and fair
Love is ageless and immortal
That’s the “Everlasting Love”

- Janette G. Gaters

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Obligation


In my own free will,
in the presence of God
In this community of religious Roman Catholic organization,
erected to Him and dedicated to the
Immaculate Concepcion,
Patron Saint of Virac,
I do hereby solemnly
and sincerely promise and swear
that I will always attend my
obligation as a dedicated and worthy Catholic,
pledging my sincere
devotion to God forever.

I furthermore promise and swear
that I will try my best
not to violate the Ten Commandments of God,
and will keep on climbing in the attainment
of peace and full trust to our Creator.

To all these, I pledge with devotion
to my religious faith in God,
in the due observance of this,
my Solemn Obligation as a true
and worthy Catholic.

- Frank Rojas

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Stand Still

Anxious of being late,
in a cab just this morning,
I kept myself busy - looking
at those green plants
that we passed by.

There they go,
the leaves of those verdant trees
it's amazing how they faithfully hang
on their branches
unafraid, strong, wild and free.

With the cool summerbreeze,
they gracefully sway
they joyfully play,
with the birds, with their visitors
with their friends and family.

With their sweet smile,
they welcome this great morning,
they humbly greet each other
carefully handle their service without fear
They stand still, to inspire others.

They exist, they are here!
They help with open arms
a million thanks,
those loyal leaves
I found a savior!

- Melody Temones

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Reflection

Got to wake up early in the morning,
Embracing another day that promises surprises.
Went in front of the mirror to fix,
But suddenly, silence ruled.

I smiled, it smiled.
I yawned, it yawned.
I laughed, it laughed.
I posed, it posed.

Then eventually, it flashed to my mind
A question universal to humankind.
“Are we out here to please people?”
Or, do just have to live life as it would be?

Some people chose to stay, some have to leave.
Some people cried at your downfall, some rejoiced.
They greeted you at your success, some doubted it.
They joined you at the feast, then bite you at the back.

Why do some people live such?
Don’t they feel guilty that much?
Minding another’s lives and not their own trash?
But, I think, mirror’s reflection can attest.

It smiled, I smiled.
It yawned, I yawned.
It laughed, I laughed.
It posed, I posed.

We choose how others will deal with us,
And I am the most reliable mirror’s reflection,
making friend with you.

- Karma L. Somido
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Espijo

Mirror is a very important thing that we use everyday. We go there to comb our hair,to put foundation, lipstick, eyebrow,eyeliner, to fit our dress and keep turning to assure that we are really contented and beautiful in the eyes of other persons.

This mirror cannot only see the beauty of our physical appearance, but even our inner self. You cannot deny because it is very transparent, clean, clear and honest. It can only judge who us, because it is the eyes of God that guides us and knows who really we are as a person.


The Little Seeds
God is miraculous to make these little seeds grow into a big plant or even the palay seeds that produce more grains for us to eat. He is also a loving creator that provides man everything in life.

I imagine how these little seeds grow. It’s because of the sun and the rain, isn’t it?
Everything on Earth is useful to us specially the food that come from the seeds.

The seeds is a symbol of how man’s heart is faithful to God. He used it Biblically, He said “Kung ang isang tao ay may pananampalatayang kasinlaki man lang ng buto ng mustasa, maaari niyang mapalipat ang isang bundok sa isang lugar.”
- Elvie Tapas

Vanidad

It's been one week since I have been using this Renow-D, it is really efficient because of its gradual effect on my face each day.My skin gets cleaner and cleaner. Old skin cells are being replaced each day.

For me this beauty cream is really important for a teacher like me. I always stand in front of my pupils and other people in the school. Eventually, our appearance will tell our personality.
- Jocelyn Tenoria

Sunday, May 3, 2009

CREATIVE NONFICTION

Creative nonfiction is nonfiction prose which utilizes the techniques and strategies of fiction.

Creative nonfiction combines the authority of literature and the authority of fact. It demands spontaneity and an imaginative approach, while remaining true to the validity and integrity of the information it contains.

Creative nonfiction differs from fiction because it is necessarily and scrupulously accurate in the presentation of information, a teaching element to the readers, is paramount.

Creative nonfiction differs from traditional reportage, however, because balance is unnecessary and subjectivity is not only permitted but encouraged. (The Art of Creative Nonfiction (1997), Gutkind)

This genre is used to be called personal journalism or literary journalism or new journalism or parajournalism. These days it is labeled “creative nonfiction.”

According to Theodore A. Rees Cheney, “Creative nonfiction requires the skill of the storyteller and the research ability of the reporter” (1991).

This type of writing, begins with the facts, but does much more. It elaborates on the facts, interprets them, and, more significantly, presents them in an interesting and engaging way.

It is a “more imaginative approach to reporting” Or, put in another way, it is “fact-based writing that remains compelling, undiminished by the passage of time, that has at heart an interest in enduring human values: foremost a fidelity to accuracy, to truthfulness (Forche and Gerard 2001,1)

The key word is “personal.” The writer of creative nonfiction presents the world – or that slice of it that he wishes to focus on – through the prism of his own personality. Thus he makes contact with the reader in a different way from that of the traditional journalist. The reader becomes involved, as he does in fiction. He gets to know the personalities, gets caught up in the events.

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

Storm Dante's 'Peak'














Tropical storm Dante derailed our supposed make-up class last Sunday, May 3.

I will try to upload the lessons that should have been covered on that session.

Be guided.

Thank you.

Friday, May 1, 2009

Virtual Handout

Writing for the web

Writing for the web is not the same as writing for print. People who use the web do not behave like people reading a book. They are usually looking for specific information. Web authors must make it easy for them to find what they want.

Studies show that people read online text a lot slower than printed text. Reading from a screen for an extended period of time is generally an unpleasant experience for most users.

Web authors can make the experience easier by adhering to a few simple rules:

Write for your audience
Always bear in mind who you're providing your web page for. Are you providing them with the information they need? Are you allowing them to complete the tasks they want to achieve?
Use your readers' language, not yours. Try to use the words people are searching for. Remember that the thing you care about most may be a turn-off for your audience. To your audience, you are not the centre of the universe, your website is one among many.

Put important information at the top of the page
The reader needs to know at a glance what the page is about and whether it will interest them. Make sure your first heading and paragraph make this clear.

Be relevant
Is there any content on your page that might make someone say, 'So what?' If so, get rid of it. Don't provide information they already know, such as 'This is the Department of X' when the title already makes that clear.

Use simple language
Don't use long words where short ones will do. The purpose of your website is to provide people with information - make it easy for them. Avoid convoluted syntax, specialist vocabulary and over-use of acronyms.

Be consistent
Follow the Editorial web style guide. A consistent approach will help people navigate your site, and make the site look more professional.

Use bold and italics sparingly and never underline or type in CAPITALS
Most default browser settings underline links on the page, so underlining text that is not a link causes confusion. Remember too, that large amounts of text in bold or italics are difficult to read on screen. Typing in CAPITALS makes it seem that you are shouting.

Check grammar
Grammar and spelling are important for the same reasons as consistency. Your content is important so follow the rules to make sure you get your message across. Remember, you may well be writing for users for whom English is a second language. Non-standard use of English can only confuse users.

Think globally
Remember that your website can be accessed by everyone in the world with a modem, so choose both appropriate content and words.

Be concise

  • Make your sentences short and to the point
  • Start with clear information on what the page is about. Once a user has established that the page contains information that interests them, they are more likely to read the text properly. See Make your pages scannable for more information
  • Because people read slower on-screen, they want to read less text. If you can pare down your language without sacrificing your content, you should do so.
  • You can be concise even if your subject is very complex. Start with a broad stroke: an overview, or even an abstract. Narrow your subject as you go on, giving more and more detail towards the bottom of your page. This is known as the 'inverted pyramid' style of writing. Very detailed background information, or information of interest only to a minority of readers, can be presented on secondary pages, linked from your main page
  • Avoid unnecessary content. Most web users will not bother reading marketing blurb, detailed information or 'welcome' messages
    Use one idea per paragraph
    Only publish a website you can manage. If you don't have the resources to check each piece of content at least once every three months, you need to reduce the size of your website

Make your pages scannable

  • Web users rarely read text word for word; they tend to scan pages for keywords or interesting headlines
  • It is possible to write with scanning readers in mind. The best way is to think about the structure of your information
  • Headings and subheadings are useful for structuring information for scannability. Use two or three levels of headings so that your reader can navigate the information easily
    Headings must be meaningful. A good heading should convey clearly what the following text is about. Do not rely on context to make the meaning clear; a scanning reader will fix their eye on one or two words without reading the text around them
  • Avoid long, uniform blocks of text; users will shy away and may even be discouraged from scanning when faced with such density. Break up your text into shorter paragraphs than you normally would
  • Use bulleted lists and other such elements to relieve the user's eye. Bullet points also have the advantage of bringing important points to a scanner's attention
  • Remember that text used as a hyperlink will stand out (it will be coloured and underlined). Scanners will fix on this text
  • If you can, avoid long pages; users don't like scrolling, and will often only do so if you have already caught their interest in some way, so your top level pages must be short and to the point. However, do not break up information that belongs together into separate pages just in order to avoid scrolling. Moving pages is more disruptive than scrolling
  • Scanning readers will often read the first line of each paragraph, and skip the rest if it seems irrelevant. The first sentence of each paragraph should therefore suggest what is to follow
  • Pull-out quotes can be effective in drawing readers in to your text. This is the technique used in newspapers and magazines of taking a few relevant words and placing them in a large font to the side of the text

Write objectively
Avoid promotional hyperbole. Sometimes, as is the case with this guide, the second person and a more informal approach may be appropriate. Consider your target audience and use your common sense. Avoid using the passive tense where possible - users will engage more readily with content written in the active tense. Eg 'It was decided' is less engaging, and inspires less confidence, than 'We decided'.

Include context
Consider that any web page can be accessed out of context. For example, a user may come directly to a web page through a search engine rather than from the home page of a site. Keep this in mind when writing the content for your pages.

Ensure that each page carries enough information to let the user know where they are and what the topic is. Don't worry about repeating yourself from one page to another. You can never assume that a user has seen any of the other pages on the site.

Provide a call to action
All useful web content drives an action and should end with a call to action, such as a link, a phone number, a form, etc. After reading a good piece of web content the reader should either know something they didn't know before, or be able to do something they couldn't do before.

Use of images
Although having images on a web page suits most web users' style of reading, they should be used relatively sparingly, especially on higher-level pages. Images can be large files, and increase page download time. It is up to the author to decide whether the illustrative value of an image outweighs the disadvantage of longer download times. Images should always be associated with your text

Source:
http://www.lse.ac.uk/resources/webEditorsHandbook/bestPracticeGuide/editorialWriting/writingForTheWeb.htm

Thursday, April 30, 2009

Of icons, comments and Pacquaio-Hatton

I appreciate those who have uploaded their face pics, or shall we say, icons. Rey King, Adem and Mary Ann are on the list. This makes this virtual learning site more dynamic. I know more are in the offing.

We will cap our discussion on creative fiction this weekend and by tomorrow, we will start discussing Creative Nonfiction. However, I will distribute a reading about Short Story Writing, as part of the genres treated in the course.

Somebody left a message in the comment section, asking where is the interactive feature of this blog. Well, the fact that he or she was able to post a comment on this site is in itself an interactive "act." I decided though not to post it since it has no identification.

May I then remind everyone to indicate their names at the end of their comments even though they log on as "anonymous." I deliberately removed the restrictions of this site so that access would be easier for the students.

A tag board will be added to this site.

As regards our make-up class on May 3, I think, it will not derail your much-awaited Pacquaio-Hatton fight. The brawl will start lunchtime, right? By then, our class had already been dismissed.

Here's an idea. Look for interesting angles how your family, your neighborhood, your friends, officemates and your community as whole viewed this fight.

What were the preparations, anticipations, jeers and jubilations?

This is ringside action! It will be a good topic for our Creative Nonfiction.

You can make a good side bar story reportage of that event.



Wednesday, April 29, 2009




We will meet on May 2 and 3. But on May 9 and 10, I will be on leave.

As such, a schedule of make-up class is in order:


  • May 3 , 7:00 a.m – 12:00 noon (in lieu of May 9)

  • May 17, 1:00 – 6:00 p.m (in lieu of May 10)

Please be guided.


All the best!



- GSR



Monday, April 27, 2009

Reminder to all students

I have started downloading your emails.

I would like to reiterate my earlier disseminated instruction as regards uploading your outputs in writing exercises. Please stick to the rules:

- The text must be Times New Roman
- No formatting
- Font size must be 12 Points, Normal


Some deviated from this direction. I am converting files that failed (deliberately?) to follow the instructions. The downloading then becomes time consuming.

Others failed to wrote the correct Exercise Number. Exercise Number 1 is a Travelogue, Number 2 is Personality Sketch and Number 3 is Poetry.

Please take note of the reminder I wrote on the board.

Thank you and I hope to receive all your three outputs this week.

- GSR

Ang dai ga sunod sa instruction, Section Waling-Waling, Row 4, kataning ning mga samhod, lampaso buda dust pan. : P

Friday, April 24, 2009

Early Bird....



Five stars to Elvira Tapas, first to log in on our website. :) For that, she earns the title, Most Punctual Online Student! :)

More are catching up. Enjoy this cyber edition of our class!

Watch for the uploading of your outputs.




Thursday, April 23, 2009

Writing Flash Fiction

By G. W. Thomas

With the advent of the Internet, editors are looking for shorter works, more easily read on a computer screen. The current term is "flash fiction", a tale between 300-1000 words long.

Longer than micro-fiction (100-300 words) but shorter than traditional short stories (3000-5000 words preferred by most magazines), flash fiction is usually a story of a single act, sometimes the culmination of several unwritten events.

This article will offer several strategies for writing flash fiction. Used by themselves or in combination, the writer can focus their story to that brief, interesting event.

1) The small idea
Look for the smaller ideas in larger ones. To discuss the complex interrelationship of parents and children you'd need a novel. Go for a smaller piece of that complex issue. How kids feel when they aren't included in a conversation. What kids do when they are bored in the car. Middle child. Bad report card. Find a smaller topic and build on it.

2) Bury the preamble in the opening
When you write your story, don't take two pages to explain all the pre-story. Find a way to set it all in the first paragraph, then get on with the rest of the tale.

3) Start in the middle of the action
Similar to #2, start the story in the middle of the action. A man is running. A bomb is about to go off. A monster is in the house. Don't describe any more than you have to. The reader can fill in some of the blanks.

4) Focus on one powerful image
Find one powerful image to focus your story on. A war-torn street. An alien sunset. They say a picture worth a thousand words. Paint a picturewith words. It doesn't hurt to have something happen inside that picture. It is a story after all.

5) Make the reader guess until the end
A little mystery goes a long way. Your reader may have no idea what is going on for the majority of the story. This will lure them on to the end. When they finish, there should be a good pay off or solution.

6) Use allusive references
By using references to a commonly known story you can save yourself all those unnecessary words. Refer to historical events. Use famous situations from literature. If the story takes place on the Titanic you won't have to explain what is going to happen, who is there or much of anything. History and James Cameron have already done it for you. Beware of using material that is too obscure. Your reader should be able to make the inferences.

7) Use a twist
Like # 5, the twist ending allows the writer to pack some punch at the end of the story. Flash fiction is often twist-ending fiction because you don't have enough time to build up sympathetic characters and show how a long, devastating plot has affected them. Like a good joke, flash fiction is often streamlined to the punch-line at the end.

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G. W. Thomas has appeared in over 100 different books and magazines. His micro story "Nano-Hunk" won the Zine Guild Award for Best SF Micro Fiction 2000.

What is Flash Fiction?

Flash fiction is type of short story, also called micro or sudden fiction. It is a complete story that is usually told in around 500 words. There are many flash fiction stories that are no more than 100 words. The shorter the complete story, the better.

Flash fiction story writing is an art in itself. To be able to construct a complete story with characters and a plot within this word count can be incredibly difficult, but it can also be a way of evolving a story idea in a short space of time. The ability to tell a story in 100 words that has an impact on the reader is just as impressive as the ability to write a novel.
In today’s fast moving world, where people may no longer have the time to read novels, these very short stories have gained popularity. There are many literary webzines and some print magazines that focus solely on this type of fiction. The stories can cross all genres and can be read in a few minutes.


With flash fiction, the ability to construct meaningful, yet concise sentences is a major factor. Every sentence is important. A short piece of flash fiction should contain a collection of great lines.

The term flash fiction is thought to have originated in 1992 with the anthology Flash Fiction, written by Denise Thomas, James Thomas and Tom Hazuka, but the origins of micro fiction can be seen as far back as the Greek storytellers. More modern practitioners of this form of writing include Ernest Hemingway and Franz Kafka. With the advent of the Internet, flash fiction has exploded in popularity. There are classes on how to write good flash fiction pieces. There are even competitions, such as write a flash fiction story on a beer mat.

The plus side to writing this type of story is that anyone can try it. You do not have to commit yourself to the story as you would when writing a novel. Although it may sound very difficult, some people have a natural knack for telling a tale in a very short space, and basically anything goes.

Although the story should have all the elements of a longer short story, such as characters, plot and so on, how you tell the story is up to you. Think of a reporter writing a story within a set number of words; this could be seen as the basis of flash fiction. If you don’t feel up to the novel inside you, why not try out a few different flash fiction stories and see how they evolve. (http://www.wisegeek.com/what-is-flash-fiction.htm)

Monday, April 20, 2009

More than words...

HARVEST IN STILLNESS - a fisher in "suba." Taken on January 11, 2009 near Virac Central Elementary School. (GSR)


Verses are not, as people imagine, simply feelings (we have those soon enough); they are experiences.

In order to write a single poem, one must see many cities, and people, and things; one must get to know animals and the flight of birds, and the gesture of flowers make when they open to the morning.

One must be able to return to roads in unknown regions; to unexpected encounters, to partings long foreseen; to days of childhood that are still unexplained, and to parents whom one had to hurt when they brought one some joy and one did not grasp it (it was joy for somebody else); to childhood illnesses that begin so strangely with such a number of profound and grave transformations, to days spent in rooms withdrawn and quiet and to mornings by the sea, to the sea itself, to oceans, to nights of travel that rushed along loftily and flew with all the stars – and still it is not enough to be able to think all of this.

There must be memories of many nights of love, each one unlike the other, or the screams of women in labor, and of women in childbed, light and blanched and sleeping, shutting themselves in.

But one must also have been beside the dying, must have sat beside the dead in a room with open windows and fitful noises. And still it is not yet enough, to have memories. One must be able to forget them when they are many and one must have immense patience to wait till they come again. For the memories themselves are nothing. Not till they have returned to blood within us, to glance and gesture, nameless and no longer be distinguished from ourselves – not till then can it happen that in a most rare hour, the first word of a poem rises in their midst and goes forth from them.”

- Rainer Maria Rilke

Taken from the poetry workshop packet given by Allan C. Popa during his lecture on March 26, 2009 in Virac.

Nota Bene


"One does not make poetry with ideas, but with words".


- Paul Valery, The Art of Poetry
(from the poetry worshop packet conducted by poet Allan Camacho Popa)


"Words are materials for construction in poetry".
- Allan C. Popa, National Book Awardee

A very valuable resource

ILANG GABAY SA PAGTULA
Ni Emmanuel Dumlao
3rd Place (Tula), 2006 Palanca Awards

I. PAG-ARUGA SA MALIKHAING SARILI

Isa sa mga exercises na ginagawa natin sa mga writers' groups sa UPLB ay ang tinatawag na free writing – isang tuloy-tuloy na pagsulat ng kung ano ang maisip at maramdaman sa loob ng pinagkasunduang panahon (madalas 10 minuto). Wala itong editing, walang sinusunod na rules of grammar, at walang censorship; basta ang mahalaga ay malayang maisulat ang iniisip o nararamdaman. Kadalasan ginagawa ito sa tulong ng isang writing prompt – isang quotation, dialogue, o linya sa tula o kahit anong puwedeng pangiliti sa imahinasyon. Halimbawa: `Sa libingan ng maliit ang malaki ay may libangan.'

Sa ganitong paraan, kumokonekta tayo o tumitibay ang ating uganayan sa ating malikhaing sarili. Kailangan natin ito bilang mga artists; isang paraan ito ng pagpapahusay ng ating sining. Isang paraan ito ng pagbalanse sa ating sarili na mas madalas kaysa hindi ay dominado ng kaliwang utak – rason, lohika, isip. Sa pamamagitan nito, nabibigyang puwang ang ating kanang utak, ang responsable sa sining, samga imahen, sa emosyon.

Ano ang gamit nito sa ating pagtula?

May isa akong free writing exercise na sinulat ko sa loob ng 15 minuto. Nakakawalong tula na ako mula rito at hindi pa ubos ang mga imahen at konsepto para sa mas marami pang tula. Meron din akong mga ginawang konting editing na lamang ay pinal nang tula. Sa madaling salita, ang ganitong exercise ay paghukay sa bukal ng ating pagkamalikhain.

Sa sandaling panahon ng pananahimik at pakikipag-usap sa ating sarili, nagagawa nating kaunin at padaluyin ang mga imahe, emosyon, kaisipang binabansot ng ating pagkukumahog sa araw-araw.

Kapag maglalaan tayo ng kahit 15 minuto lamang araw-araw para pakinggan ang ating sarili, walang mawawala sa atin kundi ang mga agiw at kuyagot na bumabara sa malayang pagdaloy ng ating pagkamalikhain.

II. ILARAWAN, HUWAG SABIHIN (SHOW, DON’T TELL)

Walang iisang pamantayan ang kagandahan, walang may monopolyo kung ano ang maganda o epektibong tula. Ang tugmang humahalina sa akin ay maaaring magpangilo sa iba. Ang mensaheng nagpapalutang sa iyong diwa ay maaari namang magdagan ng halobalak sa aking dibdib.

Gayonman, may mga best practices sa larangan ng pagtula na puwede nating maging huwaran. Isa rito ang nakapaloob sa dictum na `show don't tell' o ilarawan huwagsabihin. Hindi ito absolute pero batayang alituntunin sa pagtula. Bakit? Ang taong bumabasa ng tula ay may limang pandamdam:mata, tainga, ilong, dila, at balat. Pero kadalasan, iniisnab natin ang mga ito. Isang dahilan nito ang pagkahirati natin sa mga abstraktong pagpapahayag o adiksyon sa pang-uri. Mas madali kasing magsabi kaysa maglarawan.

Halimbawa, andali-daling sabihing maganda, madilim, nakakatakot, maginaw, karimlan, lagim, atbp. Pero may dating ba ang ganitong mga salita? Madalas wala. Kaya ang hamon ay ilarawan: ipakita, ipalasa, ipaamoy, ipadinig, iparamdam.

Halimbawa, sa halip na sabihing `kayganda ng buwan kagabi', mas may dating kung `bangkang gumagaod ang buwan sa dagat ng dilim'. Kongkreto ang mga salitang bangka, buwan, dagat, at dilim at nakakakita tayo ng aksyon sa salitang gumagaod. Sa ganito, mas yumayaman ang kahulugan ng ipinapahayag.

Ano ang batayang alituntunin? Iwasan hangga't maaari ang mga abstraktong salitang mas magiging makabuluhan kung gagawing kongkreto. Sa madaling sabi, pag-isipan nang makailang beses kung gagamit ng pang-uri, pang-abay o abstraktong pangngalan. Gamitin lamang ang mga ito kung kailan kailangang-kailangan. Mas mayaman at mas may dating ang mga kongkretong pangngalan at pandiwa.

Tingnan ang sumusunod na saknong mula sa `Kung tuyo na ang luha mo' ni AV Hernandez:

Lumuha ka habang sila ay palalong nagdiriwang,
sa libingan ng maliit ang malaki ay may libangan;
katulad mo ay si Huli, naaliping bayad-utang,
katulad mo ay si Sisa, binaliw ng kahirapan;
walang lakas na magtanggol, walang tapang na lumaban,
tumataghoy kung paslangin; tumatangis kung pahirapan.

(Pansinin na bukod sa tunog ay gumamit din ng contrast ang awtor (maliit vs malaki, libingan vs libangan). Nariyan din ang paralelismo ng konstruksyon ng mga linya (katulad mo...; tumataghoy...tumatangis...)

III. TUNOG

May sukat at tugma man o malayang taludturan, napakahalaga ng tunog sa tula. Pakinggan halimbawa ang liyab ng damdamin sa paulit-ulit na tunog ng letrang `l' sa kasisiping saknong. Napakayaman ng wikang Filipino sa mga salitang ang tunog aynaglalarawan ng bagay na kanilang pinatutungkulan. Halimbawa, sagitsit (halos marinig mo ang sagitsit ng mantika sa mainit na kawali); lagaslas (halos marinig mo angpagbagsak ng talon); lagablab (halos makita at marinig ang liyab ng apoy) at marami pang katulad na mga salita.

Ang mahusay na paggamit at kombinasyon ng tunog ng mga salita ay nakakatulong sa paglikha ng epektibong tula. May mga tunog na nagpapahayag ng gaan ng damdamin, ngbigat ng kalooban at ang ganito ay hindi tsambahan – idinedisenyo ito ng makata. At makakamit ito hindi lamang sa pagtutugma ng huling pantig ng bawat linya. Madalas na ang tugmaang ganito ay nakakabagot; kaya ang ang ginagawa ng iba ay umiimbento sila ng ibang pattern. Sa halip na aaaa halimbawa, puwedeng ang tugmaan ay aabb:

Bawat kalabit, bawat panginginig
ng kuwerdas, ng mga daliri at tinig,
may mga alikabok na nalalaglag,
may mga alaalang naglalagalag

–o kaya nama'y abab:

Nagsitakas na sa pandinig matitinis na hagikhikang
kalaro ng tulirong isip at kasiping ng pagal na dibdib,
wala nang makikipagsayaw sa tanglaw ng bitui't buwan
wala na, wala nang iindak sa tugtog ng mga kuliglig.

Syempre may mga tula namang wala na talagang tugmaan pero nasa loob naman ang disenyo ng tunog sa pamamagitan ng aliterasyon. Tingnan ang mga nakatagilid na salita o pantig sa sumusunod na saknong:

Isang kisap ang buhay at kulang upang kuyumin
ang ligaya't ligalig ng ating pag-ibig;
ngunit ano nga ba ang walang-hanggan
kundi pagsasamang-wagas
na may wakas.

IV. LOHIKA, CONSISTENCY, KAISAHAN

May sariling uniberso o daigdig ang bawat tula at bawat daigdig na ito ay may sariling lohika o batas ng ugnayan ang mga imahe, kaisipan, kilos. Halimbawa, kung ang sentral na imahe ng tula ay bulaklak, lohikal lamang na magkaroon ng imahe ng dahon, tinik, lupa, sikat ng araw, hamog. Pag nakakita tayo ng kalawang sa ganitong daigdig, medyo nababalaho tayo. Maliban kung ang bulaklak na tinutukoy natin ay nasa gilid ng bakod na may alambre. Kung hindi, puwede nating sabihing nawawalan ng kaisahan ang tula. Pero syempre hindi absolute ang ganito. Maraming tula, magagandang tula, na nagsasalimbayan ang mga imahe tulad halimabawa ng mga tula ni Pablo Neruda. Maaaring ang magtakda ng consistency at lohika ay ang tema. Halimbawa, kung tungkol sa lungkot ang tula, maaari itong ipahayag sa pamamagitan ng mga sumusunod na imahe: sagwan na palutang-lutang sa dagat, gulanit na lambat, ulilang tarangkahan, kalawanging tadyang ng payong. Puwedeng pagsama-samahin ang mga ito, diskartehan na lamang ang disenyo o pagkakahanay ng mga imahe.

Pero para sa mga nagsisimula, mainam na magtuon muna sa isang mundo, isang fokus. Sa ganito, mas madaling madidiskartehan ang pagpili ng pinakaangkop na salita nang may masinop na konsiderasyon sa tunog at bilang ng pantig nito. Makakatulong ito para madebelop ang kakayahan natin na magkaroon ng kaisahan ang mensahe, porma, mga salita, imahe, at tunog ng tula. Halimbawa, hindi sapat na mensahe lamang ang magtaglay ng damdaming malungkot sa isang tula tungkol sa lungkot. Kailangang nagtutulong- tulong ang imahe, ang pantig, at tunog ng mga salita sa pagpapahayag ng ganitong damdamin.

Halimabawa:

Pangungulila

Kagabi,
sa pusod ng dilim,
isa akongulilang sagwan,
kinukutibng mga alon
sa gitna ng laot.
Nakatingala
sa kulay kalabaw
na langit,
nakamasid
sa mga pundidong bituin,
habang sunung-sunong
ang unti-unting natutunaw
na buwan.

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