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i am a writer with my own style. i laugh a lot especially when i get to write the things i love like my travel, food i devour and tasted, music i ran into and poems connecting me to my soul. I get to write thoughts and reflection of my personal life.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

SMILE GLUED ON MY LIPS




As I return to the City of Golden Friendship, I was bringing along with me those broken glasses that were not used during the time I made the wall mosaic. It was definitely heavy but I had to bring a small box of broken glasses along with me and so with the remaining cement and sealant. And you know what kept me busy during this time is seeing people appreciating my work of art. Even if I was away from home, I posted photos in my Facebook account, entitled “to be or not to be, the Artist Side of me”so I could always see the beauty of my work. And there I saw people with giving comments with amazement that I am the one made that wall mosaic, together with a bottle of huge wine covered with glass mosaic too. My sister is so proud to answer that I did all of it without help from others except for Janssen who helped me collect broken glasses. I have several bottles of wine here at home waiting to be glued and be designed with broken glasses but as for now I want to savor the moment of being able to make a successful work of art. However, I made some collections of wine bottles wrapped with broken glasses and there will be more of my work within the coming days.

BECAUSE OF YOU

I stood with downcast eyes
I ran amidst the stormy weather;
I fight with glorious light
I laugh beneath the trials of life.

I smile amidst shallow the river
I shout for joy;
I said a little prayer
I love beneath the trials I have.


I walk beneath the quirky path
I praised with unfathomable happiness;
I knelt with hearts on fire
I lived for a reason.

You changed my life and I thank you!
I am beautiful despite the difficulties ;
I felt no more pains and sufferings
I have no fear that because of you I truly lived.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

A myriad of colours




With a box of broken glasses with a myriad of colors at hand I had to research on the things that might inspire me to make use of what I have collected. I searched through google the many images that pertain to broken glasses and I found several photos using it. Some use it as a frame for mirrors, others use it to cover broken and unused vase, as cover for broken table, some as decorations of their front porch, others use it just like floor tiles, others make it as decorations for benches as a mosaic, and there are also a photo that used broken glasses as mosaic wall. With all the information’s at hand my mind bursts into imagination on how to make one for myself. I began to research on how to make mosaic wall, its requirements and materials so as not to waste my energy on nothing. I asked a friend who is into architectural designs for some tip and even borrowed stuff from him. I went to the City to buy glass sealant, white cement and hypo-allergenic latex hand glove. Went home and first design the broken glass inside my mind while I am facing the desired wall. In no time, my hand just started gluing the broken glass. While I was doing the design, I felt that I was taken to another place of mosaic walls. It took me days to glue all the broken glass. I made it stay for three days before proceeding to the next task, placing the white cement with the right mixture and poured it into a small container so I could carry it easily while putting it on the wall with the broken glass. At first it was difficult as I had to adjust the cement according to the designs of the broken glass but I managed to do it all alone with the critics behind me. It took me again several days to finish the wall mosaic but I am super glad that I did this mosaic using my sister’s house as the first model. Thanking my sister for allowing me to use a portion of her house as my first obra.

Friday, June 18, 2010

While Waiting




While waiting for my appointment in a certain government post, I went home to Bohol to have some bonding moments with my family. I certainly did have precious moments with my nephews whose classes were just starting. For the first few days, I settled with teaching the younger brother (Janssen) with some school assignments and reminding them to do the assignment first before watching television.

It was really hard to teach a child whose body and mind were already exhausted at school with all the activities during school hours and the hyper active games they usually do during breaks. But it was during this moment that I found my long lost dream of collecting broken glasses from our seashore and eventually make something out of it.

My nephew Janssen enjoyed hanging out with me while collecting these broken glasses as they were plenty, we would even compare beautiful broken glasses whose colors ranges from smoked white, gray, green, pink, blue, orange, brown, violet and a lot more. I spent hours and days with Janssen to collect and picked as many broken glasses as I can. And enjoy the sunset while walking in our shoreline. I didn’t even notice that I have collected a whole lot of box of broken glasses and I tried grouping them together according to its color and sizes. Hopefully one day I will have to make use of these collected items.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

One fine day




One Monday morning, I spent long hours over the internet to chat with my mom and sister whose miles away from me, checking on new mails, browsing through Google on what is in and out of my blackberry phone. And while waiting for the completion of my downloaded music prepared brewed coffee to complete my morning routine. To date, I choose to be jobless with the reason that I was waiting for an appointment for almost a year and half, but government bureaucracy is definitely slows, I mean really slows down the process of development nationwide (pardon me for my bad words). And yes, I was patiently waiting for that particular appointment and kept myself busy with all the stuff, like for example, uploading photos through one of the popular social network here and abroad. Watching TV series online, downloading songs and put it on my Ipod (which was a birthday gift turned graduation gift) and some other sort of things but not reading books.
Oh! I did not recognize the time not until it was time for me to at least eat something for my stomach. And guess what I craved for anything but not rice. I washed up, picked up my bag with laptop in it and off I go to the City to find what I am looking for. And my feet brought me to one of the Slers Ham and Café just along Velez that offers a variety of sandwiches, coffee and a wifi connection too. So I choose the best seat facing the street and ordered their bacon, coleslaw and tomato sandwich and paired it with their café latte. I asked their wifi password but it turned out that their internet connection as still under repair, and said to myself your food better be good or else I would blab about this with friends. But before my head turns hot, they brought me the sandwich and coffee just in time to tickle my eyes with the bacon that looks so fresh and yummy. I grab half of the slice and have a big bite to be able to taste all the ingredients and yes! It is delicious compared with just looking at it (but maybe because I am already hungry) but I took another bite to confirm if it really was delicious but it is indeed yummy. It is mouth watering even while writing this one. The waiter should be thankful that I enjoyed my first meal so I do not need the wifi connection at all. But this is probably the time to slow things down and just enjoy my late brunch and be totally taken away with the food I am holding. Actually I love SLERS for their ChiCharon which I always brought home as pasalubong for my cute nephews and the smoked bacon that I cannot stop eating once I get started. SLERS according to what I have read in their web that it was actually an acronym of the owners (Fely Pelaez) children’s name, whose business started with just friends ordering ham for noche buena from the rising woman entrepreneur from Del Monte, Bukidnon which now becomes a famous local industry. So that was about my late brunch and how ecstatic I was for choosing this place to have my first meal.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

MY PANDORA’S BOX



All I thought is that one of the hardest tests of my life is failing the Taxation subject in my law school, a failure that drowned my heart, that my dream of becoming a lawyer is far from the truth and total darkness awaits me. All the while I was totally wrong, it pained me so much just when I decided to turn my guard off is also the time that when I left my heart so vulnerable to just anything and maybe anyone. It is like dealing with chest pains everyday and every hour. Each memory was not significant anymore because the pain blurred it away from my very own senses.

Yes!, the pain I am going trough right now made me forget of how it feels to love and to be loved. I have figuratively opened the door as if it were a “Pandora’s box” where I cannot control who and what goes in and out. By opening my life and extending so far as the heavens could reach gave me so much joy but as I soar high, it is perpendicular to my drop zone, where it does not provide me a safe landing. I was completely dropped dead facing the floor rampaged with dirt and scarred. Indeed, it was a dead drop zone. And I am still healing in my own way of dealing this unfathomable pain. My physical wound did great of hiding the signs of pain but inside me is still devastated and lost. No amount of words could exactly define what I am feeling right at the very moment. I am forgetting special moments to forgive myself from my own or shall I say self-made world. I am in the stage of blaming “me”, for allowing myself to really open so much and now “I am shutting my Pandora’s box “because I am forgetting me.

Monday, March 22, 2010

UNBEARABLE

The sweet smelling breeze of air
Touches the innermost part of the soul;
Warm embrace catches the feeling of belongingness
Quite astonishing to its innate reality.

All the while resentment had been
internalized
And was accumulated to its inner self;
What could have been done for all the years
It’s such a pretty scapegoat.

I have been lulled all these years
With the belief that everything will
turn out to be fine;
But I was totally wrong
It even brought a tragedy to my own destiny.

What would these things be?
Are these just a mere instrument for
you to be happy?
And what about me and my
happiness?
It’s too much for me to bear.

Sunday, February 28, 2010

A STORY TO TELL…

An inspiration for those who are searching for life’s meaning!


When I enrolled in law school, one of my rendezvous is the school library. While settling down, I noticed some older law students bringing with them pieces of white paper and chatted with the younger students. I didn’t know what it is until one person sat in front of the table where I am and gave a paper to me. He explained to me the 5W’s and 1H of the organization where he is a member. Yes, I noticed how determined he was of the dreams of the organization and its members. It was during the launching of the organization, I have seen the sparkle of his eyes. How he expresses his thoughts and how well he understands the mission that the organization wishes to do. The person I am referring to is the founding President of the Center for Alternative Lawyering of Law Students (CALL) of Liceo de Cagayan University. But he had to bid Goodbye for a while to make his dreams a reality. I admit, a part of me was saddened that he had to leave the group but at the same time happy because he will be the first lawyer of the group. But I never imagined that in this world I would be working and dealing with him and know more about him. Here are some excerpts of ATTY. ROCO APRIL L. MANDAWE’s way of life.

The story that I was about to tell is based on how I knew Botsoy personally and professionally. Some of the lines here have been taken from the daily conversations, sharings and chit-chat we have had, some of it was also taken from the speech he had made and prepared for the get together of all of ALG Mindanaw Interns last February 17, 2008 at the Peace Center of BMFI.

Coming to terms with the “LEGAL” world

ATTY. ROCO APRIL L. MANDAWE fondly called as “BOTSOY”, is the 3rd child of the family who first dreamt of becoming a doctor in order to land a white collar job. However, his life was about to change after he was debarred to continue taking medicine, he then opted to enrol in law school as an offshoot to the dreams that fate never gave him. Yes, law school was not his first option but as he said it, “law school is an alternative path to his good future”.

His story doesn’t end there; it was just a start of a never ending quest for a meaningful, enjoyable at the same time difficult and inspiring life. A life he never imagined nor planned to sweep him head over heels, according to him a “SIGNIFICANT event of his life”.



Invitation of a summer job?

Meeting Rochelle Mordeno (one of the staff of BALAOD-Mindanaw, Inc) was an offshoot to everything that follows. And right at the very instance, he fell in love with this life and perhaps unknowingly. A life he voluntarily accepted without threat or intimidation, or fraud or even violence. The idea of a summer job was his drive to join the Summer Internship Program (SIP) that Balaod was and is still implementing. Botsoy never hesitated to undergo an extensive orientation seminar and immersion to Balaod areas. In his speech during the Interns Reunion held last February 17, 2008 that this was not new to him as there were similar experiences in the past although there was one significant difference of the Summer Internship Program of 2001, it was a venue for law students from various Law Schools and/or Universities to meet and worked with the vulnerable members of society. He practically joked that the source of most of the conflict between interns is the computer as they were only 2 computers for them to use and the other interns took longer than expected because they have deadlines to meet, and I quote “This is how serious we are”. The program was made possible in partnership with the NGO’s here in Mindanao. He even shared that he was trained to become resource persons to Paralegal Trainings or Seminars and assists in the conduct of Paralegal clinics in the areas where they were assigned. He was able to meet and lived with different kind of persons from the peasants, Fisherfolks, and IP’s.

Still a Summer Job?

The Summer Internship was never enough that even after the SIP, Botsoy and his batchmates still visit BALAOD during free time to continue what he had started, or sometimes they will be invited to assists trainings or seminars for the marginalized groups. I am proud to say that Botsoy, was really inspired that even during school days he still wants to be connected with the community through BALAOD.

After the SIP-Terminal Assessment, Botsoy wanted to make his dreams i.e. the establishment of a law-school based organization a product of his eagerness to reach out to law students of their views, beliefs, advocacies and experiences and connect them to the people who are waiting to be heard, i.e. the deprived and the oppressed.

It was a life-long struggle to really be heard in the four corners of the wall, but it didn’t stop him to pursue their dream. And with the inspiration and support of BALAOD, CALL was formally established, recognized and accredited on August 11, 2004 (which was the also the 4th year anniversary of Balaod). The existence of the organization was a continuing challenge but seeing the pioneer members poured so much to make this dream come true was truly a blessing to us who are left behind to continue what they have started. At this moment, Botsoy had to say goodbye leaving a legacy to the present and incoming members of CALL. While taking the bar, he never ceased to get connected with CALL members in many ways as he can. After the he had been consistently reaching out and share his experiences and gave pre-orientation seminar with the incoming members of the law school-based organization.

I say, this is not just an ordinary summer job. You got paid but not necessarily money. Interns got paid with rich experiences that law schools failed to provide. Interns got paid with friends and people teaching them the way of life.

Botsoy discover a summer job he will never forget!


The next big thing

Thinking of a better question to ask while making this story of a man I know, I had to re-evaluate my own thoughts of why I joined BALAOD too. And there, I was texting and setting a little chat with Botsoy, right then and there I decided to pay him a visit to his present office. I could see his face sparkling and his wide and cool smile welcoming me in his present world. After the chit-chat, he then gave me his speech and the answers to my question was there, written humbly and heartily. This is how he answered my question as to his learning while he was with BALAOD.

My stay in balaod Mindanao spelled out the meaning and essence of the word alternative lawyering. I have no clear definition of the word alternative lawyering, but I can define it based on what I have experienced, it can be define as a developmental lawyering or lawyering “WITH” the people, as my colleagues would say it. Slowly, I learned and appreciated the existence of these kind of people, their passion and their dedication, their option, their path, their career as alternative lawyers and all the people, the paralegals who opted to work with the people.

When asked what made him decided to join BALAOD, this is how he answered it;

My joining of Balaod was another unplanned activity of my life right after taking the bar. After I had my vacation, I then went home at Cagayan de Oro City. And the next thing came up to my mind is that, what shall I do next after my bar exam, I then prepared a lot of application letters and searching for a job. While searching for a job, I happened to pass by BALAOD Office and there was my feet brought me. I talked with Normie Batula (staff of BALAOD) about my interest in joining the organization.

There I was, discovering the nature of BALAOD and its existence. Everyday I learned so much that I deeply understand what BALAOD do, i.e. we do things not because we were told to do so, but because we know and understand why we are doing these things. All endeavours were made to building empowered, sustainable, peaceful communities.


In front of ALG Mindanaw Interns, Botsoy shared all of his learnings, it was intense and precise that I will blame myself if I will not include it in this story.

It is in the concept of lawyering with the people that I also slowly learned to fully lived and appreciate the mission of BALAOD, that is “contributing to the advancement of legal and justice issues in the different marginalized sectors and communities in Mindanaw in the context of active peoples participation in governance towards building an empowered and sustainable communities, helping build peace”.

It is then in my understanding, why we have the BPLT, (the basic paralegal training), paralegal clinics, enhancement of the paralegal skills, because we wanted people address their issues on their own, stand in their own, and use law as a tool in addressing their needs.

It is then in my understanding, why there is a creation of paralegal committee in the organization, in the barangay level, in the municipal level, networking, linkaging with other groups, network building, because these are our ways of scaling up our advocacies to resolve the issues in the community;

It is then in my understanding, why we facilitated the formulation of their Barangay Development Plans through Participatory Rural Appraisal (BDP PRA), or People’s Development Agenda (PDA), Local People’s Agenda, formulation of local policies, local legislations and all other baranggay or community-based works because we are in the premise that the community themselves are in the proper position what are their issues are, and how to resolve the issues themselves, in this way, there will be a sense of owning and appropriateness of response or projects in accordance to their needs, and not only because it is given, dictated by the upper government like the national government; resolving their issues can also be achieved through their active participation in governance, hence we also work with the government line agencies, had a dialogues with them, and assert our rights to address our issues through mobilizations, rallies, pickets and other peaceful and related means;

It is then in my understanding, why we have to go to the area or the place of incident, not only for us to have a better understanding of the situation, but more so, for us to experience the real situation. In living, talking and sleeping in the houses of our partner communities, does not only helped us better understand their issues but as well it nurture our relationship with them and gained confidence with each other and we tried to resolve the issues together, because we believe in their capacities, and somehow, to become empowered and sustainable communities.

It is therefore in my humble opinion that all the abovementioned efforts are mostly not done by other most lawyers. I guess that made us different from them.


BOTSOY’s way of life at present!

At present he is connected with the Public Attorneys Office at Malaybalay City, Bukidnon. And I want to share the last line of his speech;

Now, Im in the government, as a public attorney, or the abogado ng bayan. I may not be in balaod but the formation I have and the way of life we opted to lived is still running through my veins, I know I am not perfect or righteous, but at least I am trying my best to do my part, to say no when everybody say yes or its ok. Change may not be that easy, but im trying to start it in myself so that others may follow. And to be true to my lawyer’s oath. As I say, ang kaalam kung kini dili mapaambit sa uban ilabi na sa mga pinihig nga katawhan, kini walay pulos.(That Knowledge, if not shared to others, especially to the oppressed and marginalized people, is useless.) SERVING OTHERS IS LIKE SERVING GOD,


It was really worth a ride from Cagayan de Oro City to Malaybalay City. Botsoy’s humble experience strucked me right from the core of my being, seeing my “kauban” taking another route to become one of the “peoples lawyer”. As we toured around his office he showed to me the folders of cases he now handled, but I could never see regrets nor hopelessness in his face but only eagerness and dedication. Before we parted he said to me, whenever he misses BALAOD and the community he will just listen to music particularly the one where we had our voice in it and the songs that some of our colleagues made.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

“YOU”

Come to my life unexpectedly
Woke up this sleeping heart of mine;
Made me realize the feminity in me
Have impressed me with the way you are.

Let my day so bright
Always hold me tight;
Give me hope to face life
Make me feel so right.

Inevitably healed the wounds inside me
Brought me into reality and keep me track with destiny;
Took care of me when I’m lowly
And Lead me to understand your presence.

Made me so happy at times when I’m weak
Kept me standing despite the storm that astounds me;
Give inspirations to this lonely heart
Love me with all of your heart

And I thank and salute you for that!

Monday, January 18, 2010

A CHOICE TO MAKE

Love come, love goes
I could hardly know;
Everybody is following the flow
That you and I will grow.

Unspoken thoughts were kept
T’was stolen by a thief;
He tore away the guilt
Making my emotions shift.

Your presence was 0nce my joy
I thought you’re one of my toys;
Helping me to cope up
With life’s doubt.

You assume everything to be fine
By that, you have become blind;
Have not been to the limelight
Because you are afraid of the light.

Its fate that leads our doors to crossed
At the end of the day it was closed;
Letting us realized
To take another route.

Indeed it was full of fun
I always wish it would come;
But everything has to end
So do roads that we once shared.

We have reached to the peak
Where we could hardly speak;
So its time to bid
For both of us to be free.

Freedom! Has always been my dream
A dream come true for you and me;
Time is giving us a clue
For our lives to part.