Miyerkules, Abril 20, 2011

Nueva Era, Ilocos Norte


meaning 525 kilometers away from Manila, specifically the Rizal Monument

I have always associated Ilocos Norte with large churches and beaches. Since this attitude made me neglect the more mountainous parts of the province, it was quite a pleasure to discover Nueva Era and its atmosphere and sights.

This town on the southeastern side of Ilocos Norte is located at the foothills of the Cordillera Mountain Range. A well paved highway from Nueva Era would bring a person to the neighboring province of Abra.

I have visited the province twice before April 8-10 when majority of the following pictures were taken. In fact, the last four pictures were shots from the last visit prior to this one. However, Nueva Era was merely, for me, a place where distant relatives live. It offered nothing but to trace my personal history and to anchor me to the past. This time, however, I chose to look at the town with new eyes and with a sense of unbiased wonder. With this, I discovered more of the place and its prospects.

finished a very grown up activity. and i think this is for forever. good bye, peter pan.

Huwebes, Abril 7, 2011

Bound for Ilocos 2011

It was for the funeral of my Lola last year that I was last in Ilocos, the home province of my father and maternal grandfather. Obviously, it was not a trip taken out of pleasure but of familial duty.  I should say that the family is also the reason for this trip although the occasion is to be a happy one: the christening of a cousin from my mother's first cousin, a Valido. That's how large a Filipino family is.

This particular journey, however, was "launched" not from my usual base in Manila, but from my hometown, Cabanatuan City, since I am on vacation from work since the last two days of March. 

The baptism is scheduled on Sunday, in the town of Nueva Era.  The invitation to the event and my confirmation of attendance was actually made such a long time ago that I waited for a repeat of the process. It finally occurred last night. However, even until this morning, I still planned on leaving only tomorrow night, a Friday, since I feel that I have some other family obligations to fulfill in Nueva Ecija. Besides, I want to save my money which should last me until the end of this month and not a day earlier.  My loving dad, however, in a sense, shoved me out of our house's door.  He assured me that he would take care of that which I was concerned about. He added, as well, that it is more practical for me to go now given the amount of money and time I will be spending on traveling. In a way he was saying: Be wise with your money!

And so here I am at a Jollibee store of the Metro Town Mall in Tarlac City, at the intersection of the north to south Maharlika Road and the east to west highway that goes all the way back to Sta. Rosa in Nueva Ecija.  It is almost 9 pm.  Not knowing the departure time of the last bus out of my city, I had to leave Cabanatuan in a huff, and doing so caused me forget a towel, among other essential things.  It turned out that my ride, at 6:10 pm was the second to the last trip; another bus was leaving at 7 pm.

The journey to Tarlac was made on an ordinary aka not air-conditioned Baliwag Transit bus. Judging from its condition, I bet it belongs to the fleet of buses my brothers and I used to take to visit our cousins here in Tarlac in the late 1980s. My 5'11" height and 200 lb weight barely fitted into the space in between the seats. The interior paneling was mostly rusted and the sound the bus made while speeding through the highway was akin to a rickety ladder. With passengers getting on and off the bus at so many points and the driver even stopping to visit his family, the supposed to be 45 minute travel lasted an hour and a half. With the jeepney as the other choice for means of public transport in this part of the country, it seems that Baliwag did not really care to improve their services for the last two decades.

Lunes, Abril 4, 2011

Alaala

Natatandaan ko pa 
Ang unang babae 
Sa buhay ko.   

Hindi ang aking ina. 
Bagkus 
Isang dalagang 
Aninag na lamang sa aking alaala 
Ang alon-alon niyang buhok 
Pati na ang kanyang ganda.   

Isang taon noon 
Bago ako tumuntong 
Sa itinakdang pagbibinata 
Pinalad akong makatabi siya ng upuan. 
Dikit ang aming mga bisig 
Ang aking kanan sa kanyang kaliwa.   

Sampung buwan iyong
Puno ng inspirasyon: 
Nagtangka akong gumuhit gamit 
Ang kanyang mga krayola. 
Sinubukan kong bumigkas ng mga salita 
Upang kanyang mapuna. 
Ninasa kong makapareha siya 
Sa aming monito at monita 
Pati na sa mga dula-dulaan 
Sa mga asignatura ni Mrs. Pagulayan.   

Subalit mapaglaro yata ang tadhana 
Sa aking batang puso 
Dumating ang panahon ng tagtuyot 
Nang magpaalam siyang di na babalik 
Sa pagsapit ng darating na tag-ulan.   

Ngayon, ang tanging alam ko lang: 
Ang kanyang pangalan 
Isang bulaklak para sa Ina ng Sansinukuban 
At dalawang bayan 
Ang layo ng kanilang bahay sa amin.   

Ayoko siyang hanapin ni puntahan 
At baka kung ano 
Ang aking matagpuan
   
Itong babaeng una kong inibig.   

Ika-21 ng Pebrero 2011, 10:30 ng gabi  

Sabado, Abril 2, 2011

can't remember the reason why we, en masse, abandoned multiply.

On the Marcos Rule and EDSA 1986: February 25, 2011

Today, I sadly chanced upon an internet page which contains a sentiment which states that our country might have been better off with an extension of the Marcos rule, something which is very Bongbong. And so I replied: 

Mark, the former president was already very sick by the time EDSA 1986 occurred. Remember that he actually died a mere three years after he left Malacanang. It was in 1989 and by then he was in the US, where, arguably, he could have been given the best medical care possible and when, presumably, he was not doing as much as when he was president.

What else could he have done for the country? I believe nothing more than to step down. This is something which he should have done in 1973. But he tried to hold on to power for so long. He tried to do it twice, but succeeded only once. His mandate and, therefore, the only time that fate and our people should have given him was a maximum of 8 years. He, however, extended it through martial law first, and the snap elections, second. But even during the time of military rule, he could have done a lot of good for the country because of the huge amount of power he had. On the surface, he did. But, by the first years of the 1980s, the Philippines had deteriorated so badly that we, as a nation were like a headless chicken going nowhere but towards our own destruction. More of President Ferdinand E. Marcos beyond 1986 was not what needed. How do I know? I was a young boy at that time, observing and forming my own person and thoughts.

I was originally impressed with the progress that the Marcos presidency brought. In fact, I happily sang "Bagong Lipunan" and "Pilipinas Kong Mahal", delightedly watched "Kulit Bulilit" and willingly participated in the "Green Revolution". I became awestruck with the superhighways and buildings and actually dreamt of riding the "Lovebus" in the metropolis. But during what later turned out to be his last years, I became fearful of our situation.

I began to be apprehensive in the presence of the military and the constabulary. So many summary killings were happening near our own village that it became known as a "dumping ground". The prices of gasoline eventually skyrocketed and the term "panic-buying" became a byword. The insurgencies in Mindanao and that of the CPP became stronger and manifested in the so-called, if I remember the term right, "Swallow Squad." Once again, waves upon waves of Filipinos began to leave their families for abroad not to become immigrants but "DH" and construction workers. Except for the Batasang Pambansa, no elections occurred for so long and, soon, Ninoy Aquino was brazenly murdered in broad daylight. The state control of a silent press tightened even further.

It seemed on the surface that everything was peaceful but, beneath the facade, you can tell that tension is brewing like something was about to rupture. The corruption had become so ingrained in the system and structure of society that only a revolution could have changed it. It could have been a bloody revolution, one that purges into cleanliness and gives everyone, who survives, a chance to start anew. It could have been the only choice. Instead, for good or for ill, we had EDSA.

Please, do not regret that 1986 happened. Instead, be proud of it, for we who saw it occur experienced pride in being Filipinos for once again, as a nation, at that time, we could hold our heads up high. Embrace what it means and let it influence your daily life. Dedicate all your efforts and dreams to living its spirit out wherever you are. In your dealings, for example, with others, particularly the offices of the government, do not compromise the Spirit of EDSA. Let us both not anymore be silent, but otherwise active, collaborators to the many faces of defects in our society.

Never ever wish that it should always have been former President Marcos and no other. That is an insult to many of those who suffered under the weight of his rule. We lost not a few of a new generation of leaders because of it.

However, let us be one in regretting the mistakes we, as a people, made and the opportunities we, as a nation, squandered after the revolution so that we may learn from them and be a warning to other countries attempting something similar to our own People Power (Tunisia, Egypt, and other Middle Eastern countries easily come to mind).But regret should not have the last word. Let us not wallow in it and merely be sentimental about a glorious past.  In its place, let us instead move on wiser now to the reality that history gives us only one lifetime to make this country a little bit more habitable for ourselves and for others, and our people a little bit more hopeful about themselves and the future.

Long live EDSA 1986! Continue loving your country and your people.

Isang Liham-Mga Araw sa Piling ng Panginoon

1/14/2011

Unang beses kong susulat ng espesyal na Palanca. Laging panay generic na sulat lang sa mismong card ang ginagawa ko. Ang dahilan? Walang panahon kung minsan, at madalashindi ko ganon kakilala ang estudyante. 

Pero sumusulat ako sa iyo. Bakit? Isang pagbati, una. Dumaan ka na sa Days—isang mahalagang bahagi ng buhay ng isang Xaverian at ng isang Kristiyano. Sana naging higit na malalim, totoo, at buhay ang relasyon mo sa Diyos na nagkatawang-tao: si Jess. At mula sa retreat na ito, magpatuloy nawa ang relasyong ito at maging bukal at ugat ng pang-araw-araw na buhay mo.

Kung titingnan kita, naiisip kong hindi mo kailangan ang Days. Wala ka namang problema bilang tao. Maayos naman ang buhay mo. Buhay na buhay naman ang pang-akademiko at co-curricular na aspekto ng iyong pagkatao. Mabuti ka rin namang anak at kaibigan. Isa ka sa Xaverian na nagsasabuhay ng 6Cs. Pero alam ko na alam mo na hindi natatapos ang Days sa weekend na ito. Ipinapanalangin nga dito na lumagpas pa ang Days sa tatlong araw tungo sa iyong ordinaryong buhay. Isapuso mo, kung ganoon, ang iyong natagpuan sa mga araw na ito sa piling ng Panginoon. Higit na magiging di nakapapagod at higit na magiging “hindi lang sa iyo” ang bawat gawain at pagpapagal kung nakasentro ang lahat kay Jess.

Ikalawa, isang pasasalamat. Sa iyo. Sa pagiging ikaw. Hindi ko alam ang motibasyon mo sa pagsama sa akin sa pagbuhay sa Lingkod. Selfish lang ba o higit na lagpas sa sarili ang pagtingin. Hindi ganon kahalaga sa akin ang sagot dahil hindi man ako sigurado sa katotohanan, ang mahalaga ay nagbibigay ka ng sarili mo sa Komiteng ito at kung ganoon, sa sinasagisag nito: ang pagnanais na paunlarin ang Pilipinas sa pamamagitan ng pagpapamulat sa iba. Kung tutuusin, higit pa ito sa hinihingi ng Xavier sa kanyang mga estudyante. Salamat nang marami, kung ganon, sa pagpapagal mo para sa iyong bansa at para sa ating mga kababayan. Naniniwala akong higit na nagiging malakas at makabuluhan ang Lingkod nang dahil sa presensiya mo.

Ikatlo, isang panalangin. Magtiwala ka sana,________, sa iyong galing at sa kung ano ka. Napapansin ko kung minsan ang kawalan ng kasiguraduhan sa iyo, ang tiwala sa sarili. Mabuti kang tao at sapat na iyon upang bigyan mo ang sarili mo ng lakas ng loob na ngayon ay lakas ng loob at pagtitiwala sa iyong sarili na nagmumula kay Jess. Mahalaga ka sa kanya. Huwag mo sanang kalilimutan iyon sa kabila ng mga bigat na iyong nararanasan bilang isang mag-aaral.

Magkita tayo sa daigdig sa labas ng Days. Nawa’y magpatuloy ka.

G. Jules Philip Valido-Hernando