Wednesday, September 2, 2009

WELCOME TO GAPAN CITY

I have been working more than a hundred kilometers away from home for so long. Although I regularly visit my loved ones, there are times—and they’re quite often—when I yearn for home especially when there’s so much stress in the workplace and the pressures of life seem to drive me crazy. 

The last time I went to Gapan City for a brief sojourn and to unwind, I brought my digital camera with me and took photographs of the downtown area and other places I found interesting to visit. I thought it would be useful to have pictures of my hometown in Olongapo so as to lessen the effect of homesickness once it strikes me. 

 Let’s take a walk…


La Virgen Divina Pastora, Patroness of Gapan City
and the province of Nueva Ecija

Downtown Gapan (Tinio St., Sto. Nino)

Junction of Cagayan Valley Road and Olongapo-Gapan Road

Bucana (San Vicente)

Tinio Street, San Vicente

Downtown Gapan (San Vicente)

A portion of Tinio St., San Vicente (in front of
Gapan South Central School)

Tinio Street (Gapan City's main thoroughfare)

The almost-complete two-storey Gapan City Public Market

Tinio Street in front of Public Market

A building opposite Jollibee

San Vicente near Public Market

Jollibee in front of the city plaza

The Three Kings Parish Church

Church's interior

La Virgen Divina Pastora National Shrine

Divina Pastora College

Delos Reyes Street leading to the Church

A slice of Vigan

The city plaza

Henry Lowee, my nephew, standing in front of our house

Our neighbors in the subdivision

Walter Mart Mall on National Highway in Bayanihan

Walter Mart's interior

Walter Mart Mall

Goddy (2nd from left, standing) with former classmate Mayor Eto Natividad (center, seated beside Mrs. Natividad) & other classmates at a reunion

The Penaranda River separating Gapan City from the adjacent San Leonardo town

Saturday, August 22, 2009

THE "CORY YELLOW" AND HOW IT CAME TO BE


Yellow blooms for Ninoy and Cory

Familiar scenes and activities of the past months marked the dramatic return of the “yellow fever” on the world stage where the atmosphere was characterized by people wearing clothes and using things and other symbols predominantly yellow in color. Even web pages, especially blog sites like this one (Goddy: An Unbreakable Spirit), were adorned with yellow ribbons with introduction or background why they are on the Net.

Occasioned by former President Cory’s affliction with colon cancer, her friends and supporters including the Catholic Church offered prayers for her recovery using yellow ribbons as symbol of their love and concern. When she passed away on the first day of August this year, the color yellow, identified with her--the country’s most loved president--became even more conspicuous and prominent in many places in Metro Manila and on the Net.

Cris Rivera, an officemate, approached me one vacant time and told me that his children asked him why the color yellow became “Cory’s symbol”. He said he had no idea and asked me if I knew the answer.

Cris is more than 10 years my junior and told me that he was just a student when the Aquino assassination and the People Power Revolution took place.

I told him that Ninoy Aquino’s return to the Philippines from his 3-year exile in the United States had the answer although I wasn’t really sure if I made a precise recollection of events. I told him I had no time to make a research but basing on events that unfolded during those times and news stories that I’ve read, I would try to give him a short background of the story.

As I started answering his question, I appeared like I was telling him a beautiful and deeply-moving story—a very touching love story between a patriotic man and his country and people; a very poignant love story between a man and his woman.

So, let me begin…

After Ninoy’s incarceration for more than seven years, he suffered from heart ailment that necessitated his release from his cell for a bypass operation in the United States. Ferdinand Marcos allowed him to leave the country subject to certain conditions.

When the successful operation was over, Ninoy and his family settled in Boston, Massachussetts. There, on fellowship grants from Harvard University and the Massachussetts Institute of Technology, he gave lectures. (President Cory, in her speech before the joint session of the United States Congress, stated that those 3 years they spent in Boston were their happiest years together.)

After three years of his self-imposed exile in the United States and after learning about the ailing Marcos’ deteriorating health condition, he decided to come back to the Philippines to unite the fragmented opposition.

Since Ninoy had been away for three long years, he wanted some signs or indications that people or those he left behind still wanted him back. Inspired by the old song
Tie A Yellow Ribbon 'Round The Old Oak Tree which was originally recorded and popularized by Tony Orlando and Dawn, he asked them to tie yellow ribbons on trees and elsewhere.

In a television interview during the 26th year anniversary of Ninoy’s death, Mr. Lichauco (I believe he’s Ninoy’s brother-in-law) said that when Ninoy returned, yellow ribbons were indeed tied or placed on cars at the then Manila International Airport (MIA) and on some conspicuous places there, which Ninoy never got the chance to see since he was assassinated.

Upon Cory’s return from Boston to bury Ninoy, she was able to know about the public’s outrage over the killing of her husband. That was evidently seen at the wake and during the funeral—the biggest ever in Philippine history—where roughly two million people escorted Ninoy to his final resting place.

When the opposition drafted Cory for its official candidate in the snap presidential election, she obliged and adopted the color yellow and the "L" or Laban sign for her campaign symbols. She wore yellow dress in the whole duration of the campaign period. The color yellow which became the symbol of protest united even more not only the opposition but the entire Filipino people.

Thus, the color yellow which in my high school days used to stand for “jealousy” radically changed its meaning to being a symbol of protest and courage.

Recently, however, in its dramatic return to the world stage, the color yellow, still ascribed to and identified with Tita Cory, became a symbol of love and affection as the whole nation grieved and mourned the passing away of its most loved president and leader.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

WILLIE REVILLAME AND PRESIDENT CORY'S FUNERAL CORTEGE

(Photo from http://tagpuan.com)

Willie Revillame has been absent from ABS-CBN’s noontime TV program “Wowowee” for a number of days now. He is reportedly on indefinite leave that was a consequence of the controversial statement he made regarding the funeral cortege of our beloved President Corazon Aquino.

President Cory has already been laid to rest. Yet, discussions, both verbally and in print, about that above-mentioned statement still go on. Even my own officemates—especially Annie who is a Cory fan and supporter and Reanne who is Kris Aquino's avid fan—are still talking about it.

I read one news item defending Willie for what he had said and justifying both his words and action. But many were criticizing him.

It will be noted that Wowowee is still being telecast until now. But our dearly beloved Tita Cory’s wake was over. Never will there be another President Cory's funeral cortege subject for a TV coverage.

ON WOWOWEE AND WILLIE REVILLAME

Wowowee is my favorite noontime show. It makes me laugh. It makes me happy. It helps me forget my worries even if only momentarily.

I like the show’s format and I love the “Willie of Fortune” portion most of all. Spontaneous laughter makes me feel real good and deeply moving scenes that touch my heart give me positive feeling.

Of course, I like Willie very much. He’s the principal life of the show (my opinion). Perhaps, he was the major reason why many watch Wowowee.

Willie once commented, “Even doctors (maybe psychiatrists) now prescribe or recommend watching Wowowee to their patients,” or words to that effect. He might be right. And I believed him. For laughter resulting from funny scenes as well as spontaneous positive emotion resulting from touching scenes that abound in his show can be so therapeutic. They’re indeed healthy.

The fact that I am Willie’s kababayan (we are both from Nueva Ecija) made me like his program even more. I support someone who comes from my home province.

ON PRESIDENT CORY'S DEATH

I’ve been very supportive of Madame Cory since I learned or read about her sufferings brought about by her husband Ninoy’s incarceration and assassination. Fate seemed so cruel to Madame Cory. She had been deprived of some of her very essential needs in life.

But emboldened by the death of her husband, Madame Cory fought the Dictator for us. And because she gave us back our freedom, she deserved to be loved.

Even the management of ABS-CBN where Willie Revillame has a noontime show is indebted to Madame Cory for giving back said station to its owners after winning her fight for democracy.

But Madame Cory’s winning ways did not stop with the fall of the Dictator. Installed as President, she served the Filipino people—selflessly and with all honesty and integrity.

When Tita Cory died, we shed tears for her. Everyone especially those who couldn’t make it to her wake patiently and intently watched the coverage of her wake and funeral cortege on television.

In our very own office where a TV set was turned on during the late President’s funeral cortege, my officemates closely monitored the latest on President Cory. In fact, I often heard each one watching the coverage (simultaneously with the noontime show Wowowee) ask, “Where is it now?” referring to the funeral cortege. Obviously, on that particular day, they were more interested with ABS-CBN’s coverage of President Cory than watching Wowowee.

Shifting channel or station—from ABS-CBN to GMA which had its own coverage of the late President's funeral cortege—was a clear indication they deemed it more important to watch the late President’s funeral cortege on that day than Wowowee which they can watch some other time and regularly.

ON THE FOUR HONOR GUARDS

It would be worth mentioning here that the four honor guards assigned to escort the late President’s remains as she headed for her final resting place, standing still for more than nine hours without food and drink, braving the elements, and not even attending to their personal necessities, won the hearts and admiration of the public.

The four honor guards were awarded cash, showered with gifts, and accorded other honors for the services they rendered to a very prominent personality that the Filipinos so dearly loved.

Perhaps, in much the same way, anyone from any television station who gave way to the coverage of a well-loved president's final moments on earth will also win the admiration and love of every Filipino.

Friday, July 17, 2009

VINCENT BUENO'S STUNNING PERFORMANCE

Watch Vincent Bueno’s very impressive performance at Starnacht (Star Night) at Worthersee in Austria as he sings “I Kissed A Girl”.

Also, take note how the late Michael Jackson, the King of Pop, had influenced Vincent’s singing and dancing career. Enjoy watching! (Video uploaded by vincentbuenofans on YouTube)

Saturday, July 11, 2009

DO I SMELL SOMETHING FISHY?

Vincent Bueno (photo from digitalpinoy.org)

Couples of months ago, Tom of MySpace issued a bulletin or put a notice on my MySpace account. The notice said something to this effect: that my account had been phished and that messages might have come from or have been sent by my account but which could have not been sent by me. I was advised to change my password and not to use that password ever again. Which I did. 

I signed up on MySpace, a social networking site, purposely to send messages of praise to Vincent Bueno who likewise has a MySpace account and who was then fresh from winning the grand prize in the Musical! Die Show, a reality talent competition in Austria. 

I could not send any message to Vincent whom I admire so much unless I sign up on MySpace. This was because I did not know Vincent Bueno personally then and did not know of any means by which to congratulate him. 

Vincent was responsive enough to answer my messages which numbered more or less 10 for the whole year of 2008. His last message was dated December 1, 2008 but he has not replied to my other messages since then. I was thinking that, being a star in far away Austria, he might have been very busy in his recording activities as well as in his singing and dancing engagements. Lately, he has been “dancing with the stars” as seen in some video clips uploaded on YouTube. 

On the latter part of 2008 and on the early part of 2009, I noticed the words “web filter” appearing on the computer screen every time I opened my email or blog. Could it be that I was being monitored in my use of the Net? 

I also noticed that the number of my friends on that particular networking site was diminished and my blog followers (this blog) also decreased in number. But I could only guess the reason why. 

Just recently, someone forwarded to me an email with content I could not figure out nor decipher as the characters it contained appeared like they were html codes. Its subject read: VB: Will he answer? I wonder!!! 

I was wondering if VB could have stood for Vincent Bueno. When I asked the person who forwarded that email what could the initials VB mean and what was her reason for sending same to me, she could not give me any answer. All she said was that it was just forwarded to her also. 

Incidentally, the person who forwarded subject email to the person who forwarded it to me was that very same person whom my anak-anakan (a young guy, also named Vincent, whom I treat like a son of mine) told me had advised him to steer clear of me. 

I do not mean anything by this, of course. I am just writing objectively. 

But do I smell something fishy? Or am I getting paranoid? Just mere coincidences? One thing is for sure—I’m kinda confused!

Sunday, June 28, 2009

DEJA VU

Two years after graduating from the high school, and armed only with self-confidence, high school diploma, and typing ability, I left my hometown for Manila to search for a job. Young and pretty smart (excuse me for being so presumptuous), I was hired as Secretary to the General Manager of a manufacturing firm in Frisco, Quezon City. 

Then, after nearly a couple of years, I left my work for a greener pasture in the American Base in Subic Bay where, despite the odds, I fortunately landed in a far better-paying job than the one I left in Quezon City. 

During that time, job opportunities in Saudi Arabia and other Middle East countries were still unheard of such that even if mine was but a rank-and-file position, I took my job with a great deal of pride. 

Greater opportunities could have come my way but for a strange quirk of fate, a series of traumatic and unpleasant events started coming in and blocked my way from grabbing those golden opportunities. 

Long distance calls kept bugging me as I was busy with my work. My younger brother would relay to me disheartening news that my father was brought to the hospital. The next day or two, my brother would again call informing me that our second-to-the-eldest brother was likewise brought to the hospital. Then I would receive another phone call for another bad news which said my youngest brother was being sued for an alleged offense I can no longer recall. 

That same week, I received threatening letters from my grandfather’s only sister warning me that if we would not leave the place where our old house stood, she would confront my mother everyday. She then sent me via mail a copy of the case she filed in court that made me very, very anxious and frantically nervous. 

This avalanche of trying circumstances occurred when I haven’t gotten over yet with my breakup with the person I used to call my best friend who was then a great source of my inner strength. 

Those stormy experiences tortured me and gave me sleepless nights that eventually led to nervous breakdown. 

In what I had experienced, nervous breakdown seemed like some sort of possession of the mind. It was like a bondage… a slavery… a demonic oppression. I sought professional help, periodically saw a psychiatrist for so many years but he told me I was hopeless as far as medicine is concerned. I gotta find some other ways to be healed. 

Just recently, a series of unpleasant circumstances occurred again. A déjà vu of what had happened in the past. 

I was attending the Christian Life Program of the Couples for Christ at the San Roque Church in Subic when I received text messages from my niece informing me her mother, my eldest sister, was rushed to the hospital. 

Almost simultaneously with that, my nephew also called me up on my cell phone telling me his Daddy, my youngest brother, was in jail and asking me to call the City Mayor, a former classmate of mine in the high school, and request him to do something for his Dad’s release. 

Text messages from a nephew and a niece whom I both send to college found their way in my cell phone’s inbox telling me their final examinations were coming and payments were due. 

At work, as reorganization was under way, some co-workers kept maligning my name and fed false information to the one in power and authority that had always been the reason why I was being asked to report to his office to explain. 

As I have reached the deadline our landlady had set to vacate the room I was renting, as the third floor of the building where my room was located had to be renovated, conflict in my priorities started slowly taking shape. 

All the above incidents explain my absence in blogosphere lately and why I had not been active updating my posts. But having grown older and wiser, I now know how to deal with such life situations. Like a stormy weather that will soon pass, I know life situations--sooner or later-- will surely get better. As the trauma had slowly faded away, like a silver lining after the storm, there is great hope I could really catch up on things I left unfinished. 

Friends and readers, I missed you all an awful lot!

Saturday, March 14, 2009

AN INVITATION TO READERS AND FELLOW BLOGGERS

Hello dear readers, fellow bloggers, and friends!

I created my third blog. It is titled “Paranormal Phenomena”. Its contents will be purely supernatural occurrences in my life. My paranormal encounters! So, expect some strange stories and anecdotes. They’re all true-to-life experiences.

I intentionally put those mysterious experiences all together in one separate blog so as for them to be categorized in a group. And although I really don’t have an inexhaustible supply of such kind of stories or experiences, I believe they will be enough to let the world know I have my share of such inexplicable happenings.

Welcome! And read on…