pictures galore

On July 28th, my family joined my sister-in-law's family to celebrate her birthday! We went to Balay sa Indang in Cavite, some two hours ride away from where we live and boy did we enjoy the day. Balay is a resort managed by my wife's friend. As it was off-season, we literally had the huge place by ourselves.

the birthday celebrant and host 


My children and their cousins never minded the rain and the cold as they all went for a dive at the pool like as if it were summer.

my sons and nephew 


It was a network of big, spacious, three-room cottages that contain three big master beds and a nice toilet and bath. As the place is near Tagaytay and is as cold, the owners did not see it necessary to have the rooms air-conditioned. The Asian theme, probably Thai, cannot be missed. Although the food, which is served at the main house, is a mixture of different cuisines like occidental and oriental origin.

sawadee 


this could have been our living room! 


what beautiful creatures! My babies! 


Getting there is half the fun, though!

Mush!!! 


You get to relax and meditate on life.. and ask... "Where did I go wrong? :-)

om! om! om!  

One lousy day!

It's 1:00 am. Since the day is over, I think I can write about it now. I don't usually write about how my day was but that is more of a general rule and as such, carries with it some exceptions. This is one of them. You see, unlike my favorite Alexander Solzhenitzyn story One day in the life of Ivan Denisovich" which actually was an ironical happy day for the persona of the story when in fact, under normal circumstances would have been a day in hell, my day did not really fare well at all and no irony can mask it off. You see, I'm down with the flu since Tuesday. I got to work on Tuesday alright but only stayed inside the clinic the whole day which forced me to stay at home since yesterday. I think I got the flu. The bad thing is my wife had to take the kids to school on a cab as it is their final exams for this term. So, I am home, inutile, waiting for my family to come home while watching tv, which I swear had not been turned off 24 hours for two days in a row I am just awaiting for it to blow. (Wow talk about appositives and run on sentences... what can I do? I told you I was sick, didn't I?) My eldest could have taken her younger siblings to school, waited for them and took them home but she can't as she was in Hong Kong enjoying herself for working too hard on her thesis (I think she deserves that so never mind worrying about paying for it later...)

To make matters worse, today, my mother-in-law had gotten it and had to be taken to the hospital by my wife (such a wonderful daughter, I tell you. If any of my kids can inherit even half of the care and attention she has for her mom, I can rest assured about my olden days), as she had surprisingly weakened abruptly, not even being able to stand by herself, making the doctors confine her. Well, I couldn't drive my wife and mother-in-law to the hospital we had to ask a neighbor do it for us. And I couldn't pick up my daughter from the airport so we had to ask my sister-in-law and her son do it. I know, inutile!

Nope, the day past had not been a walk in the park. Who wouldn't feel that way? I have never felt so crappy, lousy, weak and so out of it. Too bad because it was my birthday. Can you at least forgive me if I say it was my 35th? I wish!

Thanks to my friends who remembered and greeted me in whatever form was available to them. You don't know how you made my spirits higher than it was.

It is now a book!

Book cover 


My favorite blog, Kwentong Tambay, is now in solid form. Yes, it is now a book! Its owner, or should I say, its author, ( a guy known to the blogosphere as Batjay) is a good friend of mine who is actually behind the creation of this blog. He was the one who told me to create a blog about teaching (although this one metamorphosed into something else, I think). Just goes to show that this guy's full of ideas. He also helped me find my way through bloglandia as I was always lost. He patiently answered my queries about codes and everything until I could be left on my own.

The book has an introduction by no less than bigtime writers like MLQIII and Sassy Lawyer. I assure you that this will be a very pleasurable read as the man is wit, humor, and passion combined. Filipinos can easily identify themselves with the experiences found in the book. After all, Kwentong Tambay as a blog would not have been one of the best blogs there is for nothing.

Sorry I couldn't write about it earlier as my friend is making the book a surprise to his lovely wife Jet with this. Hopefully the book will be on sale at the local bookstores soon. When that happens, go get your copies immediately!

happy days are here again!

Sheesh, I have been meaning to update my blog at least twice a week but have not done so because of other pressing matters. Anyway, I think I should post something light this time around. Several happy occasions have happened to the family since July 28th, my sister-in-law's birthday. Allow me to save these wonderful memories here. These, more in chronological order than by importance, were:

On July 28, my son Mickey, played a violin solo in his new found chamber group, the DLSU Chamber Orchestra. One thing about my son is that he seems to know what he likes and I have always been proud of that. First, he is not from DLSU but from another University affiliated to it. Nevertheless, he auditioned for the chamber and got accepted. Most of his friends from high school joined the Pop Orchestra but he didn't. He wanted chamber music more, I guess, so he opted to be alone. Much to our surprise, not only was he accepted, he was already given a stint in its concert featuring members doing solo performances. I can see my wife beaming with pride as he stepped onstage, clad with suit and tie and violin in hand. He didn't seem to be nervous and I wonder how come I would have been jittery had it been I up that stage at that age?

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The following Sunday, we celebrated my sister-in-law's birthday at Indang, Cavite. We went to Balay Indang, a resort house with either Thai or Indonesian theme. The inclement weather never dampened my children's spirits as they went swimming just the same. We had a wonderful time indulging on the sumptuous food the place has to offer. Me and my wife also indulged ourselves with a simple massage.

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On August 19, my eldest daughter and her group successfully defended their thesis. They were actually pining for a nomination for best thesis but were three points shy. At any rate, me and my wife are about to graduate our first child in October. Now, ain't that neat? One thing about my daughter is that she is soooo organized! I accidentally found her schedule posted on her table where her activities by the hour are all lined up with each task highlighted if it has been done. Her whole college life had been well-planned and you could see clearly where she was at the moment in her schooling as she maps out her courses. i wonder where she got that. Certainly not from me!

What a shame!

The past weeks had been trying times again due to the scandal that befell the licensure exams in the nursing profession. It is indeed unfortunate not only for the nurses who took the exams but to the whole Fillipino nation as a whole. Considering that the nursing profession brings in a steady inflow of revenue from dollar earners abroad who are slaving themselves for a brighter future, this recent news of alleged cheating in the examinations is a very unwelcome turn of events. Not only has it placed these professionals in jeopardy of having their credibilities questioned, it has brought doubts on the capabilities of the Filipino nurses in this global village. My heart bleeds for those who passed the test fair and square, who took the pains to review their lessons hard, spend hard earned money to prepare for the test, only to be deprived of their legitimate share in the profession. And all this because of scalawags hell bent to earn easy money preying on those who will risk life and limb, hold on to a double bladed sword like life depended on it just to be ensured, no matter what evil means it takes, to achieve their goals.

What worries me especially is that we are only confirming that we are a people of cheaters. We have seen this before. Allegations of cheating with the medical board, the bar, elections, hell, we've even been known to have cheated on International Little League Baseball. Sad to say that it is during these times when I am not proud to be a Filipino. May the people who caused these shame be cursed and may they lose all their teeth except one and may that hurt till kingdom come.

I did it again!

One of my works acquired a home again in Our Own Voice, an online mag maintained by Filipino expats in the States whose mission is to provide a home space for the creative expressions of Filipinos in the diaspora. A month ago, the new associate editor, Aileen Ibardaloza, got to read two poems I posted in my poetry blog and contacted me to tell me that they are interested in publishing these poems. My poem is a response I made to another poem written by my friend Toni, a co-berks member writing for blogkadahan where both poems were born. You'll find these poems here. Please do visit the site for it is a wonderful ezine with great poems, stories and essays.

This is my second poem to be published by this ezine and I am still as excited as before. The first one can be viewed here. Thank you Aileen for continued visit in my poetry blog. You don't know how much I appreciate it. Thank you Toni for sparking the idea in me to write that poem.

College entrance exam

My daughter took the UPCAT exams this morning. It started at 6:30. While this is the third time seeing my child take the exams in UP, this is the first time I've experienced taking someone that early. My eldest and second child took the second batch which was in the afternoon. The 6:30 exam is much easier, traffic-wise so that made the trip a less taxing although the 6 hour wait is still too long. Well, at least I had company this time. A parent in our school who I happen to have known a long time was there also waiting for his child.

Anyway, this post is not actually about my daughter taking the exam. This is about the proliferation of review centers for collegiate entrance exams mostly for UP, Ateneo and La Salle. My question is why? The way I think about it is that these entrance exams are to test whether or not these students are ready for college work in their campuses. Ready to tackle their programs and that means if they have had the proper training and preparation in high school. The way I look at it, the phenomenon of having these students take special review for their entrance tests suggest either of two things: the high school preparation they have been getting is not enough or that these universities are asking questions that are way above that which these students have been prepared for. Sure, it can be argued that the questions asked in these exams encompass four years of high school and that the students should review what they have learned from the start. But if that were the case, the high school they went to could have made a simple review of what have been taken before and that should have been sufficient. Stock knowledge, so to speak. As it were, more and more students are taking these review classes aside from the regular classes they are studying in school to ensure acceptance in the best colleges. One thing for certain is that the competition is too high and that one must take everything available to him/her in order to get in to a university of his/her choice.

What really saddens me is that this makes education much less accessible to the poor. Never mind that their children have had less in terms of resources like good books, good teachers, libraries, computers and all that. Now, they need to take review classes as their high school preparation was not enough. And where would they get the money for this expensive affair? The majority of Filipinos hardly make both ends meet. The best university to go to would have been UP as it is not only the top university in the country today, it is, by far, the cheapest. And yet, this is not a stone's throw away to them. It is as far as the moon, maybe farther. This is the reason why most of the students UP has these days come also from the moneyed parents and only a fraction of the poor really enjoy the benefits of a full-time scholarship. If only our political leaders see this problem, then probably there can be a glimmer of hope that they would make education top priority and make public schools a lot better than it is today. Sadly, we have been nailed to the same problems that remain unsolvable till now - classrooms and good teachers. These are problems that could have been solved easily - budget allocation. Unfortunately, money is scarce these days as this commodity is filling up some unscrupulous, conscienced-deprived hooligan's pockets.

Isa pang hirit. Who is number 1 - part 3

Nakakatuwa ngunit patuloy na nagbibigay kulay ang isinulat kong ito. Marahil ay nagtataka kayo kung bakit tagalog ang gamit ko ngayon. Minsan, mayroong nagmungkahi sa akin na nagngangalnag Olga (hindi ko alam kung tunay nya itong pangalan) na sana raw ay magsulat ako sa Filipino para mas maraming makaintindi (hindi ko alam na marami-rami na rin naman palang nagbabasa ng blog kong ito noong kasipagan kong mag tala dito.) Mayroon ding pumuna sa akin sa paggamit ko ng salitang Tagalog sa isa kong tula . Matatagpuan ito dito. Pakihanap na lang ang klomento ni Juan_Bahag. Pero, hindi po ang mga iyan ang dahilan kung bakit sa tagalog itong talang ito. Paki-tuloy na lang po ang pagbabasa nang malaman ninyo kung bakit. Salamat.

Ang kahulihulihang komento na natanggap ko sa unang parte ng seryeng ito ay tila bumabatikos sa isa pang nagkumento (pareho silang hindi nagpakilala) na mali-mali ang grammar ng isinulat nito. Sa suma total, sinabi nyang nakakaawa naman daw tayo dahil daw ang isang nakatapos ng MA, sa UP pa mandin, ay mali ang istrukturang ginagamit sa pagsulat ng ingles Bukod dito, sinabi niya pang Tama nga ang kasabihan na ang matsing, damitan mo man ng magarang damit ay matsing pa rin. Wag na lang mag-ingles kung mali naman ang grammar. Marahil ay isa siya doon sa mga taong maalab ang damdamin pagdating sa wika.

Sa aking sagot, sinabi ko sa kanyang huwag masyadong magmadali sa paghuhusga. Mayroong mga taong nagmamadaling maisulat ang kanilang gustong sabihin na hindi na nag-eedit pa dahil maaaring nagmamadali o natatakot na baka mawala ang kanilang iniisip na mensahe. May mga kaibigan akong manunulat na mali-mali ang spelling at grammar dahil dito. Mga amerikano pa ang karamihan. Ngunit hindi kailanman nabawasan ang respeto ko sa kanila pagkat alam kong magagaling silang mag-isip at tunay na dapat kong pag-ukulan ng panahon ang kanilang mga sinasabi. Isa pa, ako rin kadalasan ay mali din ang grammar na gamit dahil ako naman ay hindi nakatapos ng English o Language man lang kundi Fine Arts. Ang aking English ay talagang oido (sa tenga) lamang - kung tama ang tunog, tama siya sa akin. Dahil dito, minsan ay talamak ang aking SV agreement at lalo na ang tenses.

Isa pa, hindi lahat ng tao ay binigyan ng angking talino sa pagsusulat o pagsasalita ng kahit na ano pa mang wika, lalo pa ng kakanyahang matuto ng ibang lenggwahe. Samakatuwid, mayroong mga taong sadyang magaling magsalita o magsulat ng inggles, marami rin namang hindi. Baka naman hindi siya talagang sanay magsulat dahil iba ang kanyang propesyon. Hindi naman kasi lahat ng propesyon ay kailangan ng kagalingan sa pagsasalita tulad ng mga abogado, (kahima't nitong mga nakaraang taon ay may mga pag-aaral na nagsasabing bumaba na ang kalidad maging ng mga abogado sa paggamit ng ingles), manunulat o maging ng isang politiko. Sinabi ko pa sa aking sagot na ako'y mayroong mga kaibigan na mga inhenyero, pintor atbp na magagaling sa kanilang mga trabaho ngunit hindi magaling sa ingles. At hindi ito naging balakid man lang upang maparating nila ang kanilang ibig sabihin sa akin. Nagkakaintindihan kami. Sabi nga sa Desiderata, at pakinggan mo kahit sino sapagkat kahit ang isang mangmang ay may sariling karanasan at kwento.

Karamihan sa atin, maaaring kasama na ako, sampu ng aking mga kasamahan sa paaralan, ang nag-aakalang ang kahinaan sa pagsalita at pagsulat ng inggles ng isang tao ay patotoong may kahinaan ang utak nito. Ano nga ba ang nangyari at marami sa atin ay nag-aakala nito? Sa aking palagay, ito ay dahilan sa pagkakasakop ng mga banyaga sa atin. Marami nang naisulat tungkol dito at ako ay lubusang naniniwala na ito ay totoo. Unang-una na ay ang ating pananaw sa kung ano ang maganda o ang ating aesthetic sense. Tingnan ninyo at maraming pilipino na nagpapakulay ng buhok, nagpapaputing pilit ng kanilang balat at pinatatangos ang kanilang ilong. Ito ay sa kadahilanang tayo ay pinalaki na ang kagandahan ay mula sa pamantayan ng mga puti. Ito ay bunga ng ating isipan (lalo na ng mga matatanda sa atin na umabot sa panahong tayo'y sakop pa ng mga amerikano - "uy tingnan mo ang sanggol, napakaganda, kulay mais ang kanyang buhok, ang tangos ng ilong at pagkaputi-puti." Ito ay sa kadahilanang ang mga puti, ayaw man nating aminin, ay naging mga "amo" natin kung baga. Nakita ng mga matatanda na sila ay lubhang makapangyarihan sa loob ng ating bansa. Ang kanilang mga trabaho ay sa opisinang malamig (marahil, kung may air con na noon) at paupo-upo lamang sa isang tabi at mando ng mando na siyang nagdulot ng ating pagpupumilit na magkaroon ng "white collar job" at pagmamalit doon sa mga nagtatrabahong ang gamit ay ang kanilang mga kamay (blue collar jobs). Sa kabutihang palad, sa aking palagay ay unti-unti nang nababawasan ang ganitong mentalidad pamula nang sumapit ang pagtatapos ng siglo.

Ngunit sa lahat ng ito, ang pinakamatibay na dahilan ng ating maling batayan ng talino ay sapagkat ang ating pag-aaral ay nakasaad sa wikang ingles. Natural, dahil ang ating pinag-aaralan ay sa wikang ingles, naging dalawa ang aiting pinagsusumikapang gawin. Matutong intindihin ang wika kung saan ito ay nakasaad at pagkatapos ay ang malaman kung ano ang konseptong nakalakip sa mensahe nito. Kaya lumalabas na iyung magagaling uminggles ay tumalas ang utak at karamihan doon sa mga hindi ay nawalan naman ng ganang magsumikap o hindi na nagpatuloy sigurong mag-aral ng mabuti - (basta pumasa lang, ayos na). (Iyan ay hindi pa kasama ang kakanyahang makapagtustos ng pag-aaral ng magulang o ng mag-aaral na sustentuhan ang kanyang pag-aaral).

Tunay nga bang kung magaling umingles ay uunlad ang ating bayan? Hindi po. Sinabi ko na noon na maraming mauunlad na bansa na nag-aral gamit ang kanilang sariling wika tulad ng Japan, Germany at marami pang iba. Kung sila man ay nag-aaral ngayon ng wikang inggles, ito ay dahil sa gusto nilang mapalawak pa ang kanilang emperyo at hindi upang mapaunlad ang kanilang sarili.

Kung inyong mamarapatin, pabayaan nyo po akong makapagbahagi ng aking saloobin dito. Ako po ay naniniwala na ang lenggwahe ay isang magandang paraan upang masupil ng isang mananakop ang isa pang kultura at kamalayan ng isang nasyon. Kaakibat kasi nito ay, ganoon na nga, ang pagbabago ng aesthetic ideal o kung ano sa tingin niya ang maganda ng nasasakop. Paulit-ulit ko nang sinabi dito na noong ako ay lumalaking teen-ager (medyo may katagalan na ano?) ang mga awiting naglipana sa ating himpapawid ay pulos ng mga banyaga. Lumaki akong nakikinig sa rock, jazz at folk songs ng mga amerikano. Ang mga mayayaman ay kinakausap ng inggles o kastila na, sinadya man o hindi ng kanilang mga magulang, ay lalo lamang nagpalawig sa kaibahan ng mahihirap sa mayayaman. (Ang Filipino ay ginagamit lamang sa mga katulong o kung hindi man, ay nagpupumilit ang mga katulong mag-inggles na nagdulot ng mga salitang "Mamaya na me" at "You make tusok-tusok the fish ball" na totoo namang napakasakit pakinggan. Salamat ng lang at nabuksan ang daan para sa mga kumpositor tulad ng Juan dela Cruz band (Himig Natin) at ni ginoong Jim Paredes na isa ring blogger, at karamihan sa mga kabataan ngayon ay nakikinig na ng musikang sariling atin.

Kung ang kamalayan ng isang bayan ay nakatuon sa isang wikang hindi kanya, natututunan niyang yakapin ang lahat ng gawi ng mga taong gumagamit ng wikang ito. Ito ay sa kadahilanang ang wika ay kultura. Lahat ng "nuances" at "idiosyncrasies" ng mga puti ay ating namana na rin. Hindi ba't parang nakakainsulto na ang maganda sa atin ay yaong mga kabaligtaran natin? Marami ang nagsasabing huli na raw para baguhin ang ating "medium of instruction" dahil mahihirapan nang i salin ang mga terminong teknikal? Gaano ba kahirap o kaselan ito? Hindi ba't nang bago naman tayo matuto ay pinagaralan din natin ang mga kahulugan ng mga terminong ito, maging ito ay sa inggles, pranses o aleman? Samakatwid, parating may umpisa, hindi ba? Dapat bang lahat ng termino ay isalin pa natin o pabayaan na lang nating gamitin ang mga orihinal na katawagan sa mga ito?

Para lalong gumulo ang usapan, dapat nga bang baguin ang "medium of instruction" dahil sa mga nabanggit ko? Ah, para diyan sa bagay na yan, basahin na lang ninyo ito at ito ay natalakay ko na rin naman. At kung sinisipag pa rin kayong magbasa, pakituunan ng pansin ang palitan namin ng kuru-kuro ng isang nagngangalang Arturo Arbera sa bandang huli. PAra kayo'y ganahan ng kaunti, ang huli niyang banat ay ganito: "magaling daw mag-Ingles ang mag PIlipino. mayaman ba tayo. ikaw na mahilig mag-Ingles mayaman ka ba? mag-isip ka nga."

Who is number 1 - part 2

Surprisingly, I am still receiving comments for a post I made in May, 2005 about a poll made during that time on who is number 1? referring to the top schools in the country today. I will save you the time and say that UP landed on the top spot.

One of the reasons for that post is to say that it would be too easy for a university to land at the top. Should there be a competition on who is the best, which would mean that it is the universtty to go to, all a university or a college has to do is to select its students well. Open it only to the best students through a very rigid entrance examination and should there be students who manage to get in prove not up to par, to weed them out immediately. That ought to do it. That is what UP does. And rightfully so as most of its students are scholars whose education is being paid for by the State. I guess it is imperative that the State takes care of its investment. However, should this be the case with students who are willing to pay an exhorbitant fee for education? Should schools drop them out should their capacity to learn fall short? Maybe, maybe not. Good students do not need very good teachers. They can learn on their own. It is the weak ones that need the best teachers. Those who can motivate them well to perform to their utmost capacity. The good students need good teachers who will challenge them. These teachers may not necessarily be the same kind.

It is unfortunate that education in the country is not accessible to all. It has become expensive that many intelligent individuals could not go to the university of their choice, if ever they can afford to go to college. ONe of my recent commenters lamented that even if he/she passed the UPCAT, he/she decided not to go as daily expenses would be a problem. Since the commenter comes from Isabela, I would assume that included board and lodging. In my response, I said that "if there is a will, there is a way" If he/she is bent on getting a good eduication, he/she can get it anywhere provided he/she is willing to go the extra mile. Reading on your own, keeping abreast on the current trends, etc. and most especially, studying the lessons well. Later on, you can look for scholarships here and abroad. It's just knowing where to look and in this age of computers, it is not really that hard.

Actually,in the end, it does not matter what university or what course one took. It will all boil down to what lessons were learned and how these are being used. Case in point, many politicians or even businessmen, (as politicians have been used as an example quite too often that they are now trite) graduated from the best universities but they got eaten up by their greed and causing us a lot of miseries today. To paraphrase the Bible, "What does it benefit a man to own all the riches in the world and yet, lose his soul?" The ultimate question for me is, "Are you happy or not?"

What it boils down to is that polls on who is number 1 is totally a waste of time. Why? I would suppose that the most valuable thing this information can give is for students to know what school to go to. However, the best schools are not open to everyone. It is only open to those who are already bright and who has the capability to engage in an expensive enterprise. And to think that education is one of the tickets for progress...

Nasty C5

If you pass by C5 enroute to the SLEX like I do everyday, beware of the road as it sometimes has umbrella wires to ruin your tires. I have been a victim before. It was on the first day of school last year when my front tire suddenly blew-out! It was a good thing I don't drive that fast considering we were running late. Had I been going at top speed, the blown out tire would have caused the car to go haywire as it was the front wheel. And I had my kids with me.

Why wasn't I surprised when out of nowhere, a man offered help? I asked him if he had a good jack and true enough, he said he can get from a house (presumably a vulcanizing shop) at the opposite side of the road). My first impulse was to get angry at him suspecting that it was he who planted that thing on the road. But then, that was sheer speculation and I had no proof. Besides, I really had to be in school on time. So, I told him it was too far and that he can use my jack instead. And he did. After several minutes, he finished, I gave him a hundred and was on my way. I definitely won't have that tire fixed on that vulcanizing shop across the street.

And I thought I learned my lesson! Hell no! it happened to me again today. We were on our way home and not realizing it, I was already running with a flat tire. I only got to learn about it when my friends, who ride with me, got off at Buting and someone told me I had a flat tire. With no vulcanizing shops around, I took a good look at the tire and decided it can go a few more kilometers before the air really ran out.

I found a shop near Bagong Ilog and lo and behold! We found three pins made out of umbrella wire, all lined up (this made me sure they were planted on the road). The only reason the tire did not give in at once was because unlike before where two big pins were embedded on wood (that made the pins lose their grip on the tire causing the air to go out) these new pins were embedded on the tire. Tubeless tires don't give in easily if you leave the nail hanging onto the tire, you see.

I'm sure I got these pins at the same place where I was victimized before. So, if you are going to pass by C5, keep your eyes open as the road is not completely safe!

a newbie bus rider

I don't usually put my poems in this blog as I maintain another blog for my poetry. Hwoever, there are several reasons why I am putting this poem here. First, I have just posted a new one in my poetry blog which you might want to know also contains a reprint of a surprise poet, (surprise because I didn't know he wrote poetry)a very good friend of mine. Secondly, because this is a true story (one of my experiences in Canada) and lastly, I want other people to know that I have another blog (plugging, hehe)

Anyway, this is about my first bus ride in Canada. Yes, I have been there three times and yet never experienced riding a bus. This was a first time for me. Hope you like it. Here goes:


Newbie rides the bus


Take the car," she says.
But I'd rather take the bus
that knows where it's going
than drive around the city,
lost

I walk to Moncton
unmindful of the seagulls flying past
owning the vast space above my head
freely going to and from their nest
transporting food for their young.

Clad in sweatshirt and a jacket on my arm
toying with a twoney and a quarter in my hand
I plan the journey
up ahead

sitting on the bench at the stop
I wonder if the bus will take me
directly to Gastown
where the Seabus docks

or should I transfer to another...
but which one and where I do not know.
Thoughts of Rosa Parks
run through my head
or falling flat on my face
or being shouted at
for a clumsy move

together with a thousand
horror stories happening
on my first bus ride

until

a twenty year old woman arrives,
smiles and tells me,
"You'll have to transfer at Richmond Center
take the B39, get off at Waterfront,
walk a block to The Station to find
the Seabus that'll take you to North Van."

No glitches till now
until I take the trip back.
Should I take the bus to Railway
or should it be Steveston
and walk less than a mile?

Bus going to Railway arrives
decide to take it now
than wait for the other.

People standing in front of me
waiting for seats to be vacated.
I look out the window,
and realize, "ah Railway!"

Suddenly, the bus made a turn at Wilson,
I panic! The bus could be headed back
to the Center.

With bags in tow
I get off and decide to walk
only to find out that it's all of four miles!
to make matters worse
my bladder is full
and I really have to go

Halfway there... drats! It begins to rain.

PTN anniversary

HAPPY 1ST BIRTHDAY, PTN!!! (click here)

The Pinoy Teachers Network started out by Marisol, we call PTN for short is celebrating its first year anniversary. It is a network of teachers from here and abroad where we get to share our experiences with teaching, thereby hoping to bridge the gap in education. It is our deep intention to help ourselves and others become better teachers and aid in any way we can to make education in the Philippines become more progressive.

If you are a Filipino teacher or planning to be one, or anyone who is interested with Philippine education, why don't you drop by our site and check it out? Drop a comment or two in any entries there or if you wish, even send an article or two. You can email them to me at rollydelossantos@gmail.com.

For our first year anniversary, I wrote a piece which sums up a brief history of the group. You can read it here. You can also read the other core group's articles in the main webpage.

Happy anniversary to us and may we increase some more and have all our dreams come true!

Burn Out

I know what you're thinking. Based on the fact that I seldom blog these days, you are guessing that I am running out of things to blog, right? Nope, it's not. I may not be as prolific as other bloggers out there who can blog two or three entries a day but rest assured that I have sufficient material (yet) to blog about at least twice a week. It's just that work gets in the way and I could not find time to sit down and consolidate my thoughts.

So, what is this entry about? This is really about burn out in the work place.

According to this site, quoting Ayala Pines and Elliott Aronson, burn out is (A) state of physical, emotional and mental exhaustion caused by long term involvement in emotionally demanding situations. Burn out is something a professional dread. I do. It would be like living in limbo when this state sets in. Sure you work but you are definitely not happy. Chances are you would be staring in space most of the time wondering what the other side of the fence is like. This is probably where the phrase "the grass is greener on the other side" is true.

In a situation like this, not only have you become a liability to the organization you are in, probably scattering negative vibes on your comrades but most importantly, depriving yourself of happiness. Truly, burn out is depressing. Even your family will suffer for they would feel every heartaches and headaches you bring from work.

The key to a successful career has always been to love every minute of it. Lucky are those who are in a field where they really belong. Imagine doing what you want to do most and getting paid for it? Undeniably a dream job. I am quite fortunate. I have never dreamt of becoming a teacher (having been a nightmare to most of my teachers in high school) and yet, here I am, helping myu colleagues shape young minds to be rewsponsible adults with the best of my ability. Being a teacher is no routinary job. Hence, I do not find it boring. Every year is a new one. New students entering your classroom, new teachers being hired hence dealing with different personalities which means different challenges. Heck, there is something new everyday.

I know I still have a long way to go. My mind is still whirling with ideas. Right now, I am about three to four works ahead in ideas aobut what I would like to paint. I know what to teach for the whole year and I have new lessons to impart to my students in spite of having taught for almost half of my life. Notwithstanding, i am aware that burn out can happen to the best of us. Nobody is immune to it. It's a matter I have to be careful with. Once I see the signs, I know I should immediately do something about it. I know I am not immune to this phenomenon so I might as well think about it now. What should I do should this thing occur in the future. i have a few ideas how to combat this dreaded state.

1. Go out with friends and forget about work. Make new ones specially in the work place.

2. Find new reasons why I should go to work. Earning for my family just won't cut it anymore, I'm sure.

3. Pace myself. Do not be overwhelmed by stress. Just make sure I work while the boss is around.

4. Try to look for amusing things while working. Laughter would be a welcome respite from a tiring day.

5. Do not talk about work when I get home. Completely forget about it.

6. When all of these fail, then I know it is time to move on. Maybe this job is not really fulfilling anymore.

Trompe l'oeil

Trompe l'oeil is a style of painting which is meant to deceive the eye. Translated literally, it means fool the eye - (tromper - to deceive, le - the, and oeil - eye)

It has always been interesting to try out other styles. When my friend and her husband took me on a tour to Whistler, we chanced upon several galleries to view what was showing in them. Two paintings really caught my attention. If I remember correctly, the dimensions were approximately 4' X 5'. One was that of a crumpled paper, the other, of satin. Too bad I couldn't remember the name of the artist anymore. I couldn't get my eyes off those paintings and I promised myself I was going to do something similar until I get the same effect. Well, I did get to paint a crumpled paper but I am not yet satisfied. It may take some time before I can get the effect I really want to achieve. Practice makes perfect. In the meantime, this one will do. I call it Tabula Rasa no more! Hope you like it just the same.



Oil on Canvas 20" X 30" 

With education, quality is important

Once again, students and teachers (that includes me) are gearing up for the opening of classes this Tuesday. As always, talks related to education is at the forefront, and as always, the issue of shortage of classrooms has been tackled, yet again. Funny that we have known about the problem since time immemorial and yet have not found any real solution to it. Are we really addressing the problem head on? The president thinks she has found a solution to the problem. As a matter of fact, it resulted in the tongue-lashing (of) Acting Secretary Fe Hidalgo of DepEd received at the May 30 Cabinet meeting with reference to supposedly (giving a) wrong information on classroom shortages. Her solution is very simple as this article reports.

PRESIDENT Arroyo declared Tuesday that her government has licked the perennial problem of classroom shortage. This she did by applying a new formula to estimate the demand for classrooms.

Instead of the ideal ratio of 45 students to a class used for years by the Department of Education, Arroyo says the ratio of 100 students to a class should be adopted.

Excuse me but is the President that naive? Is this a simple mathematical problem? Why do I sense a famous "eat-cake-because-there=is-no-bread" stance made by a beheaded French queen? No, it may not be as callous but it is just as absurd. Has the President forgotten that when it comes to education, quality is important? For quality to be had, there should be a lesser student to teacher ratio so that the teacher can attend to more students that he/she possibly can. I have taught a class size of 42 and believe me, it was very hard. As it is, the present 45 students/classroom of the DepEd is a lot. Increase that to a 100 students crumped in a small classroom would mean chaos. How will there be education when there is chaos? I can just imagine testosterone-filled teen-agers in one classroom and I know it would be a teacher's nightmare.

In fairness to the DepEd, it has tried to solve the problem but to no avail. In his article TO ALL WHO CARE TO HEAR: THERE IS A REAL CLASSROOM SHORTAGE IN THIS COUNTRY, former education undersecretary Juan Miguel Luz stated:

To deal with this problem of overcrowding, DepEd embarked on an interim strategy in SY 2003-2004 (under Secretary Edilberto de Jesus) to do double-shifts in the most overcrowded schools so that classrooms could be used TWICE in one day. Hence, the “classroom-to-student” ratio is actually twice the number of students per class because the room is used twice a day by two classes (morning and afternoon) rather than by just one class (for the entire day).

To me, this is more logical than what the president suggests. Still, Luz finds this to be far from ideal for (T)he truth is, however, that a classroom should only be used by one class per day (especially in the higher grades) because double or even triple-shifting takes away class time from students.

Another solution being undertaken by the DepEd is the GASTPE or Government Assistance to Students and Teachers in Private Education whereby the government pays private schools subsidies so that students of low income families can enrol in these schools. When the government subsidy is not enough, the schools help in subsidizing these indigent students. But how many students can benefit from this program? Luz offers us the numbers, thus:(GASTPE)paid for over 382,000 students from low-income families to study in over 1700 private high schools nationwide at a rate of P4000 per student. That may be a lot, but how many enrollees do we expect this year? In schoolyear 2006-07, DepEd expects to enroll 12.4 million elementary pupils and 5.5 million secondary students. You do the math. Besides, how many private schools are willing to help? Will there be more than 1700?For how long? Whether we like it or not, private schools have to look at the business side of the equation. The GASTPE would mean not only displacing a student who is willing to pay full for his/her tuition fee, but will also add cost on the part of the school.

Unfortunately, the only solution remaining is to build more classrooms. But then, granting again that the government, wistful thinking as it is, is able to build more classrooms, will there be enough teachers? Alas, that is altogether another dilemma we have to face. In my school alone, more and more teachers are going abroad to teach. And the list goes on and on.

what, it's time already?

This picture was taken several hours after I arrived in Canada on May 2. This is me at the balcony. Well, time flies so fast, doesn't it?

seems like only yesterday - picture taken by Bob  


Much to my regret but a few more hours and I am about to end this wonderful adventure in Canada. It caught me unaware because I thought I was leaving tomorrow. Well, yes, but it will be at 2:25 am. So, I have to be at the airport at around 12 midnight tonight. It pains me to leave behind things I will always have a fondness for.

I am truly blessed to have had this experience. Not many have been as lucky to have the same experiences I have. It is not only the wonderful places I have been to, like the ones I have shared so far and these pictures I have yet to show:

Finn Slough  - taken by Gwen Austin Turbyfield;


Fishing anyone?  


sunset at Steveston. Taken at the Charthouse by Gwen  


me at Riverrock Casino and Hotel 


My house for three weeks is in this condominium 


but it is the warm welcome I receive from people everytime I come. There's Stephe, Arlene's son, who always make sure he comes to see me in spite of his busy schedule in Edmonton. Dinner at Trudy's house, which always turn out to be a real treat as she cooks really well... reuniting with them, I have come to realize they are no longer friends but my family in this side of the world. There's Don, Daniel, Jenny, Scott, and their malamuths, Taku and Kodiak.

Arlene's family and mine, too. Trudy, Daniel and Stephe who flew all the way from Edmonton 


Final dinner at Don's and Trudy's home - May 22, 6:00 


Trudy and Daniel 


With Don Wallis and Jenny 



Visiting the Wits, Chris and Ole and Tina and Andy have always been a pleasure knowing that they are friends forever.

Respectable Ole and bubbly Chris  


me and Andy 


meeting new friends, poet-laureate Bob here with poets Scott and Arlene

Poets all


With Joe and Arlene at Finn Slough 


not so anonymous;

A real winner and they haven't started the olympics yet 


Joe Oppenheimer, husband of Gwen Austin and a member of Mensa as well as Bob;
Learning from the master historian Joe 




but most of all, living with a gracious woman with a kind heart who had given me so much for so little, my generous host, Arlene Lawson, who has unselfishly bestowed me with wonderful treasures of memories and more.

My beautiful host, Arlene 


This feeling of euphoria I have is one of those which I hope will never come to pass but always does.

my dad

On this day today in 1914, my father was born. He would have been 92 had he not died on February 14, 1986 of a heart attack. I am so far from home now but he is in my heart everyday. We were very close. I have written about him two years ago when I started blogging. You can read about him here Please follow the link and know about this man who has given me everything I need to have in life. It is not a long read. This is my only way to pay homage to his kindness and his sacrifices for me. And while you do that, please pray for his soul. Thank you very much.

PS.

I just realized I am a day late considering that my blog follows Philippine time. So, my father's birthday was on May 19.