MicroPoem #1 at #2

MicroPoem # 1: Diretsuhan

Itigil na kaya ang parinigan

Bakit hindi na lang simulan?

Mga bagay na dapat ay diretsahan

Ikaw naman (ata’y) mapagbibigyan

 

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MicroPoem #2 : Fidel at Stella

(inspired from 100 tula para kay Stella)

 

Sa saliw ng mga kataga

Umiindayog ang mga salita

Kailangan lang pala “SIYA”

Upang muling makasulat ng tula.

 

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Malabong Usapan

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May mga bagay bang sinisimulan?

Sa mga pangyayaring hindi naman inaasahan

Mayroon bang dapat na bigyang kahulugan?

Sa mga pira-pirasong nagbibigay kaguluhan

Sa mga serye ng katanungan

Hindi ko talaga alam ang kasagutan

May mga dapat ba akong asahan?

sa mga pabugsong bugsong nararamdaman

 sanaý mapagpasensyahan

sa aking kamanhidan

sa mga nakakabatong usapan

Wala talaga akong kasanayan

Labis na kinakatakutan

mga taong kumakatok sa ‘king pintuan

agad nang  pagsasar’han

Pader ng buhay, lalong tinataasan

Sa buhay marami nang pinagdududahan

Natatakot na masktan

Ang lahat nga ba nitong kaganapan

mayroong kabuluhan?

Maaari bang itoý pakilinawan?

Upang aking malaman

 kung may dapat nga bang simulan?

 

 

Musing in a Meeting

          As of the moment, I am in my third year in the teaching profession. To be honest, it is not a leaf in the wind experience. Being a torchbearer is a totally tough and tremendous experience. It requires your everything, it demands your whole life. Yet, despite of those, it is a very rewarding experience. As an educator, your greatest gift is to know that your students are coping with life and holding on to their dreams.

               A week ago, we had had our faculty meeting. One of our coordinator shared us a video created by TED about what makes a GOOD TEACHER and a GREAT TEACHER, he also told us that after we watched the speech he has follow up questions. I am a little bit scared because one of my weakness is actually listening to English speaking videos with the a crowd of people, I have a problem following up the accent of the speaker. However, due to the my coordinator’s question, I have been able to reflect with some stuffs I am going to share below.

What is the hardest part as a Teacher?

             One of my colleague picked up this inquiry. He answered by narrating an experience he just encountered with a student yet he feels uneasy to share what the student told him. His bottom line: When the students don’t learn anything from you. That caught me and bring my mind elsewhere. I couldn’t agree that a student will not learn even a single thing from his teacher come it in his subject matter or not. That is too impossible to happen, I guess. Maybe in that particular lesson, yes, and we need to look up with the other factors so we can teach it again. So, he still can learn it. (Dunno if I’m making a point here)

                  But my actual point here is my answer to the question: The hardest part on being a teacher is the reality that your students had already give up on themselves. That closed it all. It will be difficult for you to do your role when they have already shut down hope. When they will go to the school just because of the demand of the society. It’s a total dilemma and a total mind game. It’s a sin to give up and it’s a curse to keep going. How are you going to begin with them? How will you motivate them? What if they are 36 in your class? What are you going to do?

                         I had that experience on my second year in the profession, I was in a new school, they are my first advisory class. Every teacher in the faculty makes fun of me because it is one hell of a hilarious misadventure. Yet in the end they are the one who taught me how; don’t give up. They are the evidence that broken crayons still color.

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Are you a Good TEACHER or A GREAT TEACHER?

       This is a very cliche question and it is a total test of humility. It’s too early for me to answer that. I am an arrogant person if I claimed to be even if I am just on my third year with still a lot to learn. I remember the description of the speaker and if I am to use that maybe I am one hell of a great teacher. He says “A Great teacher eats an apple” (My breakfast), “A Great Teacher Chills” (because KDrama is lifer) or “A Great teacher thinks like a child and acts like an adult (I’m childish tho)”

                 One of my favorite professor’s lecture come to my mind while reflecting on the question, he says that no one in this world is born to be perfect but we should ought for perfection. It is one of my guiding principles in life that maybe can also answer the most cliche question on being a teacher. We can always be a good teacher but we can never ever be a GREAT Teacher. Great is too overrated like being perfect. If you are to be a great teacher it means you don’t need to learn a single thing anymore. You know everything. it’s too ideal and unreal.

          However, Teaching is all about learning not just about imparting knowledge. The two goes hand in hand.They are partner in crime, you cannot attain one without the other. Howard Henry once said that if you stop learning today, you stop teaching tomorrow. So how can you be a great teacher if you have a lifetime to learn?How can you learn it all in your life span?

       Maybe we cannot be a GREAT TEACHER but we must make it our lifetime goal.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My Great Wide Somewhere: Catanduanes

I remember one night, just a year ago, my lola and I are having some serious life lessons conversation type, then she was back at it again with the usual comparison of my life and her younger years life. She’ll always tell me how her hometown had taught her to live in simplicity because it’s surroundings has all that it’s have to be thankful and appreciate life at it’s fullest. She was raised and lived in the beautiful island of Catanduanes, and it has been a childhood dream to step my feet on that God-breathed place.

Catanduanes is an island found in the southwest Luzon and considered as part of the Bicol region in the Philippines. It is known as the door of the country to different typhoons that may enter the country. Geographically speaking, the surroundings of Catanduanes can be classified as typhoon-proof because even if it is an island facing the Pacific Ocean it is covered and protected by long mountain ranges that will serve as the shield of our country to different strong typhoons. Inspite of this, you are going to fall in love with the island once you had arrived there.

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Stop over at the boundary of Atimonan and Gumaca Quezon. Long drives gives you the perks of watching the sun rises on the road.

Going to Catanduanes is a dream come true for me. I haven’t gone there ever since I was a child even if it is my mother’s birthplace, I was so unlucky back then because I have the travel sickness that I have just overcome going up. Thanks to the family reunion that made the province as a venue,  we are able to gaze at it’s wonder, talk to some relatives and explore the root of our ancestors and the place they had been. The long drive, that I am definitely enjoying, is all worth it even if it a leg-numbing experience.

For our first day in Catanduanes, we had the opportunity to wander some of it’s hidden gem. We had gone to the capital town, Virac to buy some pasalubong, the province is known for it’s broom made from abaca, some other handcrated abaca stuffs and the very tasty Pili nuts. We also manage to gone through the port of Virac, my cousins tried to swam there. They are totally enjoying the freebies of the sea and waves.

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At the Port of Virac.

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My cousins are enjoying the waves.

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After that we went to Luyang Cave, which is found along the highway of San Vicente. Unlike my first experience of caving, inside has a really guided trail, inside you can see different stalagmite and stalactite, sleeping fruit bats, water falling from the top, and some deep excavation. It was told that the cave had served as a hiding place during the time of war. Passing through the cave is like passing to the road upward. It was afterall an experience even if it is not that challenging. I am expecting for some crawling and rolling so sad for me.

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Yow. Luyang Cave.

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They feel triumphant after entering the cave.

In the afternoon, we had one of my favorite activity even if I am the clumsiest person ever created; trekking, river crossing, chasing waterfalls. We went to Hicming Falls. On our way there, we lost our way, no, we don’t know the way so we asked the locals where it was located and some answered as tricky directions that end us up on the top of the mountain, with very narrow road and very deep cliff; the road doesn’t have very secure railings. In the end of course we had found it through the help of some youngsters, there is a language barrier though, they are talking Bicol we aspeak Tagalog, but as Paolo Coelho said, let the language of nature speaks and we enjoy the solitude of Hicming Falls.

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My travel buddy is ready for some river crossing.

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This is it. Let’s enjoy the rocks.

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I always love the idea of trekking and chasing waterfalls. It’s can be compared to life because no matter what hardship you may encounter. You may slip while hiking you may be sprained but in the en you’ll find solemnity by gazing at the wonders of nature. The sound of water rushing from the mountain shouts tranquility.

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Arrival @ Hicming Falls

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Can I be your type of wandress, baby?

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Hicming Falls

For our second day, we had attended the grand family reunion with the clan of Ceballo, my lola’s roots. It is a total struggle because they feel like talking like aliens, they are talking Bicol and my cousins and I can’t understand a thing, as for me I understand some words, just words. Total nose bleed, I really should learn it soon cause I want to come back. We had manage to get to know some relatives. It feels like we are long lost.

The venue of the reunion is at Panganiban, Catanduanes, and we are staying at Virac. We need to travel three hours to get there. The jaunt is really enjoyable, you can see the awestruck beauty of the island. The road we are heading is surrounded by cliffs, and it feels like going up and descending from the mountain. We also see some rivers that has many palm trees and wide plains and rice fields.

Our last day is a total last because it’s beaching time. We checked in at one of the place’s finest beach famous of it’s white sand, Twin Rocks Resort. We are totally enjoying the dryson (dry season) in the country by having the what they called Vitamin Sea. We swam at the morning and at lunch time during low tide we had managed to explore some little islands by walking in the seashore, it just feels so sinful to walk or slipped in the fishes habitat. I’m too clumsy that is why I feel like committing a sin stepping unto coral reefs. I’m totally sorry. That is why I prefer the mountain side. The sea brings tranquility tho.

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Presenting Twin Rock Beach Resort. Viewpoint from our cottage.

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Selca, cause I managed to swim in the balsa. Hahaha.

I realize that it also feels great to enjoy the sea and the island life. I am not fond of beaches and swimming activity because I’m a little bit scared of water. I know how to swim, but not enough for survival, just the swimming pool time of skills, and I am afraid to drown. In the sea when you fall there is nothing to keep you alive, nothing to hold on unlike in mountains you just need some survival skill. Some life hacks. This is my opinion.

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Cousins are forever. (Some our my second cousins)

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This getaway is sobrang bitin because I want to get to know more of the island so I just promise myself that I need to go back there. I had to. That was the place my ancestors came from to begin with. Add the fact that, the place had many things to fall in love with.

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Define Tranquility.

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My cousin enjoying the sun. He’s my only co wanderlust, so he’s my buddy in this trip.

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#ChasingSunrise

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Golden Sun.

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Long Drives and view at the back.

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Back View of Mayon Volcano @ Tabaco, Albay  #EnRoute

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Wacky.

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Selfie sa Tag-Init.

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Sinong mas nangitim sa tin type of selfie.

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Boarding and Going Home. Second Sunrise.

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Mayon welcomes us as we arrived at Tabaco Pier. #WayBackHome