TERRITORIAL ASSIGNMENTs

My marketing scope got larger when I qualified the “Understudy Program” which my company offered to those who were quite-baked to assume bigger responsibilities as supervisors. More than 10 consecutive Saturdays were scheduled to accomplish the syllabus. I travelled to and fro Manila for months, spending weekends on trips. I brought the bacon home by grabbing the 1st spot against fellow trainees from all parts of the country. It was (so far) the proudest episode in my professional life!

I still preferred Iloilo as my base as I was too attached to the Ganzons that fleeing away from them would mean another vast adjustment, considering the weight of leading people and hitting monthly budgets.

Iloilo City itself was already congested then. There were rough roads within the downtown which were usually whacked by floods due to its geographical plains (below sea level). I felt scorching temperature there as mountains are non-existent. Being the regional capital and transportation hub, Iloilo is rich in agricultural products and culture. I truly enjoyed my stay there the most as compared to other provinces…I just felt that sense of belonging…the accessibility of everything (even by just walking). Houses and churches’ structures are historical and distinctive; people are splendid!

I could tell, Region 6 (particularly Panay) was well-travelled (by me) than my own (Region 5). I was once focused on Antique province during my first year; I didn’t actually like the place…remote-dusty-stiff. Better than Dinagyang (Iloilo), MassKara (Bacolod), and Sinulog (Cebu), Ati-Atihan Festival (in honor of the Infant Jesus) in Aklan was really enjoyable (with tribal dances, music, and costumes), wherein the public could participate.

Bacolod (Negros Occidental), notable for MassKara Festival which bears the alias “City of Smiles”, was closer territory to me (next to Guimaras). Whenever I did the visit, I returned to my base in the evening by a fast craft. Though I considered the city more organized, neat and green (than Iloilo)… still there’s no much difference as far as the people and culture are concerned.

My first Boracay (Malay, Aklan) trip was quite embarrassing. I planned the spree with my salesman (Jo) yet turned out to be…my supervisor (Francis) was behind it. How could cutting ‘working hours’ possible if your boss was the trip’s organizer? It was absurd for me to join since Boracay wasn’t my assigned area.

The night before the trip, Francis asked me to join them and revealed- he knew the plan. My excitement of at least making the most of that jaunt had faded. I was half-blinded of Boracay’s beauty due to awkward and robotic feeling towards my boss’ presence. Funny!

Few months had passed and I finally revisited the island for leisure and pleasure. I was there by batch---with Mike Borromeo and my Ilonggo colleagues---with Doc Cachero and Floyd Bacabac--- with some boarders and common friends.

…the Island is unsurpassed... still has the BEST beaches (for me)!

We had our district meeting in Dumaguete City (Negros Oriental) and the entire idea was terrific! The City could attract any visitor… its promenade (akin to Roxas Boulevard in Manila), the popular Siliman University and the Dumaguete belfry. The truth is...I’ve been vocal about the beauty of this City… better than other Cities, I believe.

Guimaras Island is the closest province from Iloilo City proper. It would only take you 15 minutes by pumpboat to cross since it’s physically separated only by a narrow channel. From there, you can see both Negros and Panay islands. Mango trees are dominant (some 50,000 are planted); thus, It’s well-known for producing the sweetest mangoes in the world.

I was in Cebu on several occasions. My initial visit was again related to our District Meeting. The following trips were associated with work-obligations…yet my first stop was in the famous Magellan’s Cross and Sto. Nino Shrine. I just couldn’t believe the realization that Cebu, which I used to see/learn only from books/post cards, was highly-included in my job itineraries… I even had to stay there for weeks and months.

VISAYAN HATCHES

They say, we should always grow where we are planted. My four year- well- heeled struggles in the Visayas Region were parallel to taking the first few steps as a toddler. Familiarity with places, culture, and dialect should have boosted over the years…so as that with people.

Being with the Ganzons, I had numerous acquaintances in full swing…this time as their protégé ---no organizations held, no members to head, and finally no accountability to instigate. Apart from my daily Pharmaceutical- marketing routine, my time was served helping and supporting others (and it didn’t need to involve any monetary unit).

Villa Boarders- The Ganzons used to own a boarding house that could accommodate 20+ marine students of John B. Lacson. I knew them in droves as I preferred to stay there at times…whenever school projects had to be pulled off…or boozing to crop up. Some are sailing-some are offshore; one thing I’m certain of… they wouldn’t forget me.
Nang Remia- Tito Dingdong’s helper…has a high-pitched voice as that of a witch’s. A certified “mali-mali” (one who utters repetitive words or phrases when stunned). She took care of my laundry…and just so comfy of my highs and lows.
Gesila Sumcio- My dorm mate… the ever articulate crowd’s ACE…fighter, credible critic, good apple, Jollibee’s big cheese, comrades’ big fish…and somebody who could eat my brains out! Ges is forever missed…you just couldn’t make even to her earnestness as a friend.
John Obidos- My tour-guide…my senior…my territorial counterpart. John is at his peak now that he’s pursuing a career in the USA.
Tiny Alimon- Being her die-hard colleague, she knew these---the beauty, acumen, physical possessions (obviously), big heart, potency, rareness, and bluntness. She’s highly regarded...and has never offered a cold shoulder. You just can count on her come hell or high water. She’s genuinely accessible!
Gold Varca- Vigorously in love then…she’s somebody who would grab me for work and love-chat.
Glo Aviado- single and spirited…trustworthy and trusting…and one who would come out of the woodwork to save a friend and colleague.
Jen Martizano- The modern Maria Clara, the naïve beauty, the bubbly chatterer… my long-time crush and detailing partner.
Paul Padilla- The stout man behind the meek soul. The family-oriented professional who exhibited child-like qualities...like securing himself with pillows and smacking his Nokia 3210 before retiring to bed for safety (against ghost?). Paul was easy to deal with...probably the most principled guy in his batch and one who never ran out of details. In a glance, you would know what he felt due to his transparency...which made him our favorite.
Ian Cruz- Coolest guy in the herd…never seen him flared up. He quitted the job first among fellow Manilenos; I haven’t heard from him until now.
Jane Fuerte- conformist turned ultramodern as she’s UK-based. Tito Dingdong introduced me to her in a party… phonecalls, spinning yarns, and dating followed. Absence just couldn’t make the heart grow fonder. She's just got married!
Paul Conti- That friendship with him wasn’t so common. We met in Iloilo once as he dwelt in the same boarding house where my colleagues were. His tough adjustments provoked him to abandon his job instantly. Somehow, I offered (little) financial assistance (as fellow Bicolano) and the rest is history. He sailed while I flew, we definitely tried harder to meet again.
Floyd Bacabac- We bumped each other in his town during my territorial assignment; we did it again in mine when he was assigned there. So far, I had fun getting along with him and Doc Cachero… communications never ceased.
Doc Cachero- One who offered friendship on my initial dental visit. That same night, we went out together with his good buddy, Floyd. They could just let their cats out of their bags for a trusted friend. I adore his humility and compassion.
Julius Abes- In a level playing field, his dealings were fair and square, too. He looked vulnerable yet the spirit was so determined. We crossed that same line of demarcation when we were qualified for an understudy program.
Edzonn Gallinero- The eloquence in a petite body…the astuteness in an unkind fate. Our friendship started when he applied for a post in our organization; it ended when he chose to venture into something prior to his total disappearance.
Tony Lee Padesterio- The guy who hopped from rugs to riches. I remember those episodes when I had to save him from (almost) famine. I first met him via his application for a job; yet later on found his fortune in his parent’s origin, China. Today, his drive to lose weight succeeds---He's totally changed!
Burn Melendez- Edzonn’s cousin who seems a womanizer… another sailor man who happened to (again) browse elbows with me in Dubai on their unplanned docking. We first and last met over some bottles of beer (glog!).
Stewart de las Alas- The coolest and well-mannered pal I had. Another corporate payback-deprived... thus, I endorsed him to work for our Company. He moved from one continent to another, yet still our friendship days are never numbered.
Analyn Villadares- Tito Dingdong accommodated her for a brief stay (while on mission)... ties (then) followed. One who unselfishly shared what she owned; Ane is unquestionably a friend for keeps.

I miss my “kumpare-ng” Raymund Sia, my counterparts (Rhona, Carol Cortes, Michelle Cruz, Bob Basillote, Oliver Banquicio, Rose Sanggalang, Dothy Mariano, Arnold Famador, Larry Bernabe, etc…).
I believed, a chain was no stronger than its weakest link... and through my superiors’ (Ghit Dublin, Zeph Golozino, Francis, and Arl Gomez) support and tolerance, I learned the knots of leading subordinates in a corporate arena.

COMMON TIES

In playing hard on someone’s heels, common friends are caught, which is accidentally on purpose. They’re definitely within reach no matter how far our distances or how huge our workloads are.

Chie Tumamac- My protector who’s at all times to the rescue before the ink is dry. The beauty that’s not only skin-deep and one who’s ever unassuming… even overlooked her best qualities. We hold each other’s key with secrecy and respect; I never doubted her sincerity…never once! Her flaws are tiny dots in her persona, but good attributes still manage to stand-out. Cliché you could call it…but she’s my legitimate best friend!
Emo Colima- My exact opposite---one who could punch your face, without you shedding light; I’d witnessed his uproars…and I tolerated such. Later on, he used his fist in managing their farm.
Nyor Tolarba- Whenever he’s cross-eyed, speak not. Another liquor-indulgent who would disregard you without it. Depression knocked him out, yet the spirit of endurance has finally come as he chose to work in the Middle East; probably one of the two pals who call me not by name, instead… “bez prend.”
Fidel Ramos- The worrisome…the nerves…the grim; Del releases thoughts by just speaking to somebody. One who’s truly earnest and trustworthy; he became the President, remember?
Waway Ramos- member of “The Little Rascals”…childish yet responsible head of the family. Oway never failed to disregard comrades. He tried discontinuing studies…finishing it…managing a business…and working overseas.
Jun Matias- whose name is an equivalent of POWER, has an unwavering loyalty and decency. The guy is up for grabs to anybody who needs him.
Mike Bazar- We used to hang-out in his teen years although there were few notable times when he was untouchable. Gifted with good looks, Mike is a genuine buddy.
Boboy Ramirez- Oftentimes perceived under false colours; he’s (in fact) a thoughtful pal by default. Boy’s candidness could throw affirmations and disapproval…he talks what he thinks or pre-thinks, that makes him truly matchless.
Fr. Ben Buela- I’ve had few acquaintances with catholic priests; I felt I had to keep certain reservations whenever the bond was on. Well, that proviso had impeded when I opened my bar-business and joined him & Ayi in playing lawn tennis. I turn to him for some serious advices.
Aday Porcalla- Everybody’s knight in shining armour…a widower…father to May…my “kumpare”…the troop’s muscle…and always accessible for us.
Adong Quiapon- Could mix and miss events… constantly with an excuse to leave; Padeng Adong is known for her “tampong-purorot” (sulking) style.
Dante Lim- We used to meet when I was assigned in Naga City; he would let me ride for free. Seldom could he join us…only when his wife was clueless (LOL).
Ane Bazar- Mike’s sister, who happened to share some fuss with me; well, those were the days. She’s ever humble and sociable.
Patty Gonzalez- Ayi’s other half…our Mayor’s daughter…also the future political leader. Surely as chip off the old block, Pat shall continue the legacy.
Jomard Saret- The principled man…seems on the safe track. He climbs on the bandwagon to prove his worth…Mard’s patience is truly his virtue.

D' GANZONs, my haven

I wondered how the tables were turned when I had to choose my own passage by not actually soliciting for my parents’ opinion after receiving my diploma in college. It was merely a sense of acceptance that we ought to split the bond as I moved on to pursue my vocation…and they just trusted my decisions.
My first few weeks in Jaro, Iloilo City were full of misery guts. Adjustments had to heed boredom, solitude, finances, and routines. All I had to perform after “client-calls” was to coin my obsessive compulsiveness… scrubbing walls & floors, systematizing stuffs, remodeling my room, and maintaining daily journals.
Exactly on my first month, my supervisor brought me to a private clinic which I failed to visit prior then. I was introduced to this doctor (Dingdong Ganzon- son of former Senator Rodolfo Ganzon) and his wife (France), who happened to be a native of Naga City in Bicol. That same night, the couple invited me for dinner at their place in Molo City, even fetched me as I barely knew the town.
At the end of that same month, I found myself breathing the same air and living with them in one roof. I described it historical for somebody who had no blood consanguinity with any of them at all, yet won the family’s trust and affection that’s truly boundless.

Tito Dingdong Ganzon- my alter-ego…my number 1 fan! He dealt with much candidness, kindness, and support. He’d been my security blanket while I was miles away from my immediate family. A genuine jack-of-all-trades (singer, pianist, dancer, orator, planter, sewer, etc…); a cool dad-brother-uncle, and buddy; a clever jester; a bagger of my weaknesses-dramas, and shaggy dog stories; and ultimately…one physician who has the best medicine---laughter!
Tita France- Somebody who’s on pins and needles… often prepared in any battle. A good cook, my counter-O.C., family’s brute force, Marian devotee, silent worker, practicing preacher, and definitely a good Samaritan.
Charm- now a doctor…has the most contagious disposition of all. Her being straightforward marks her dependability; her eloquence demonstrates her aptitude…the grey cells just work perfectly! Charm is ever demonstrative as her dad.
Stanley- The towering height who oftentimes zips his mouth except on watering holes; he’s never a somber.
Trixie- The ultramodern nurse who built her own family in liberty and now inhabiting across the ditch to pursue a greener pasture. Even before she befell a wife to Paul, I’d witnessed at least their seventh heaven relationship. She’s truly compassionate and unpretentious.
Tito Jr.- Tito Dingdong’s brother with a bag of nerves…a true-blooded hypochondriac (has preoccupying fear of having a serious illness); and somebody who just couldn’t easily trust somebody.
Tita Letty- Another sympathetic heart who devotes 101% of her time to Tito Jr.
Arl- Only product of Tito Jr. & Tita Letty, is the brain and brawn of her clan…a bar fly…a stylish pro…a dark horse…a wanderer. We once lived within Dubai’s flat corners…and her presence is ever noticeable.
Sheryl- My kumare...the unassuming mother…blatant conversationalist…and affable niece of Tito Dingdong.
Mikee- Sheryl’s brod…the cousins’ dear…and one who could be docile and rough.

There are lots to mention…the acceptance of Tito’s siblings (Tita Beverly, Tito Jeffrey, and Tita Rolyn) and significant ones who’d made my stay so comfy (home and hearth), was far-fetched.
Their brief vacation in Bicol with us during the lent had built noteworthy relationships among our families. If I had a nickel for every time…I would still choose to rub elbows with them (as I age) repeatedly.

ILOILO, no ifs or buts

I was shortlisted by a couple of Pharmaceutical companies…and I had sworn off the scale to grab any initial offer (without grudge) regardless of its market standing.

When I was offered the job by an Ortigas-based company, rigid trainings followed. Since it was on the map (while staying at Mom Chit’s house in Project 3, Quezon City), the entire process was almost stress-free. I topped the batch yet the prize was somewhat unkind... “ILOILO ASSIGNMENT?...where the hell was that?”

Geography wasn’t my forte then; however, I knew Iloilo was far-off from where I used to voyage. That night after the irrevocable announcement, restlessness was felt. Finally, I grabbed the territorial assignment the following day as I believed-“nothing ventured, nothing gained.”

Moving to the Visayas region was akin to reincarnation. I was totally the lone stranger in an equally strange environment. My colleague, John Obidos, had fetched me from the airport and brought me to the dormitory that was next to his place; he did the nickel-tour as well as I knew nobody except him.

No ifs or buts, I just pulled out all the stops (marketing vaccines)…and I reaped nearly 5 years of well-baked competencies and commitment which advanced my personal and professional attributes. Through its span, I began to love everything that’s associated to Iloilo--- the people, dialect, island, delicacies, churches, talaba (oyster), old houses, downtown, beaches, jeepneys, culture, and tradition. I even thought of building my house & business there.

Seeing my family & friends only on two important occasions (Christmas & holy week) every year was, more likely, my accustomed self that left no choice but being away and productive.

 …my life could have never been exciting without that half-decade Iloilo journey.

Notes:

The City of Iloilo is the capital of, but independent from, the province of Iloilo. It is the economic hub of the Western Visayas region, as well as the center of the Iloilo-Guimaras Metropolitan Area.

Iloilo was historically one of the major agricultural centers of the Philippines, exporting sugar, copra, bananas, mangoes and other natural resources during the Spanish and American colonial periods.

CAREER-SHIFTs

Life right after college wasn’t easier…in fact- a long row to hoe. The pressure of pursuing a chosen career was tantamount to bracing adulthood with haste and waste. It’s somehow true that our parents’ grip is unfastened once we prove to oblige their goals no matter how far and long it would take.
I had few comprehensions while living within a not so avant-garde upbringing. I looked up to simple individuals and that merely provoked me to get rid of the cobwebs of fantasizing unattainable purposes.
I lived the simplest life that making a mountain out of a molehill was unfeasible. Basically if we dwell with limited resources, we share by halves…we share inadequately. Whatever employment demand then had to be seized in order to make self-gratification; supporting family members and establishing career path was somewhat in place.

I did nurse Lola Minda, my grandma’s sis, before I finally unearthed mixed interests. Detaching myself from heading several organizations had to be initiated. I began to feel alienated when I had to reap experiences with corporations…youth’s correlations had to end…and it was extremely heartrending.

I hopped from Real Estate to Telecommunications to Publishing to Pharmaceutical Industries. In my quest to imitate what my cousin, Kuya Joff, was up to…I just “locked & loaded” my marketing abilities where I gained my valued competencies.
Leaving behind my friends didn’t end there…I had to do the same to my family after looking before I leaped. I was all alone when I assumed the first professional challenge in my life…not in Bicol---not in Manila---not in Luzon, but in Visayas.

EGGS in ONE BASKET

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YOUTHS' SALAD DAYS

My block mate in college, Rain Nuyda, had been subservient both in civic & religious groups. She conveyed their Diocesan endeavor to Ligao (Albay) where it contagiously multiplied like a disease. In a blink of an eye, the YOUTHS were sailing the same boat, marking “Ligao Youth Christian Movement (LYCM)” their flagship.
The organization had a remarkable quantity with hundred quality members of students & young professionals from all quarters of the realm. If competitions were common then among institutes & societies with opposite interests, LYCM had a grasp that simply bound contenders.
The link was restless…producing first-rate comrades (even non-members) up to this day. I’m pinning them down with labels:

Lala Presentacion- The crème-of- the-crop…the ever humble yet thriving mom & educator.
Calzada Boys:Jigs, Steve, Dan, Tony, Tolek, Rod, Toti, Theody, Mikey Boy, Sandro---the walking toolbox; the muscle of the union; the ever-dependable show boys in the hour of need! You just couldn’t beat the unity.
Jagie Samonte- “Who says Ladies aren’t accepted in the Seminary?” Well, she pursues a career under its roof as admin staff. One who gives life again to Maria Clara, Jagie is (in no doubt) fragile.
Cherry Peralta- whose voice like a chipmunk’s (no longer audible) & whose step like a turtle’s, was an earnest buddy.
Marife Ramirez- Close to how her sister, Lanie, was to me, Mafe made even.
Moning Jocom- The looks… the acumen…the stout…boxed-up in ONE! My relative who’s relatively visible online; USA tenant with an oily tongue; somebody who could be all ears from miles away…Mon is a friend for keeps.
Glen Letada- Another sharp mind in a queue, Glen’s principles were incomparable. We became best chums for so long.
Nikki Prollamante- sounds braggart (bag of wind) and carelessly spinning tact without thinking, but I could just tolerate such…he’d been there for me.
Loreilyn Orendain- The beauty, the singer, the ethical behavior…she’s just everybody’s favorite.
Mikmik Jocom- I could cite only a couple of acquaintances with Mikmik when he arrived from the USA…and finally gave him the nod of an assured friendship that would go the distance---in fact, that line of transmission has never cut shorted…never!
Sherwin Ordiales- Even prior to being his lecturer in catechism, Uya was girls’ shining armor and one who gave life to fairy tales. He faces life with happy disposition, a good cook, a steadfast family man, and everybody’s BFF (not only on salad days).
Cris Alvarado- A sharp cookie who could speak volumes. One who has a wide-array of capabilities- be it graphic designing, content writing, or playing instrument. My cousin, Cris, also has a saintly face that makes him esteemed.
Budek Lladoc- His principle in self-education is highly sweeping off his feet. Certainly the brain that works for entrepreneurship and rich ideas for logical conversations, Budek has certain standards that might not be on your favor. Surely, his appetite is infectious…just love to swallow and digest with him!!!
Mark Mijares- never a couch potato---the ever dependable torso who needs a bulk of food to fuel him up. One who’s a prone-braggart, yet the association is somehow linked to his humor. Upun’s presence can never be rebuffed; he’ll surely make a BIG BANG!
Joms Deypalan- I personally soft soap him for his silence and disciplined gesture, not until you lit his hidden dynamite. My father did like him for consistently well behaving.
Mike Garcia- Probably the most explored mortal…the voyager across the pond…somebody who wished to venture into entrepreneurship, politics, and grazing land. He’s upfront about causes and effects of success.
Aboy Torres- Teenagers nowadays might look senior than him. Gifted with a fine skin tone, Aboy seems exhibiting a number of girlfriends simultaneously. Amongst several pals’ domiciles, his house is the closest to mine.
Xavier Colle- Probably the face that’s too youthful for his height. Owning a wonderful daughter, a new Nursing license, and assured resources…Xav is known for his kindheartedness.
Panget Barrameda- One who has nerves of steel…oftentimes unaffected within his comfort zone. Unpredictable kindness and unassuming silence; his talents are enormous. Maybe what’s lacking is a self-drive.
Brigs Bringino- Putting his best foot forward overseas is equivalent to his personal move as well. One who serves as spice in his group’s laughing matter, Brigs (as I could recall) was a hard court star.
Sader Roberto- One who’d been visible at home beyond swings and roundabouts. His loyalty to me was round the clock.
Jo Francis Prollamante- Younger version of his brother, Nikki, who has an equally sharp tongue. Just like the latter, paying visit whenever I’m around isn’t overlooked.
Ate Eden Obra- The most senior, the most spiritual, the most reserved, the most untouched, yet the most active of all. She’s everybody’s Ate who could simply run the show with her outdated initiatives.
Farah Ruivivar- I had good memories with Pam, being all ears for my narratives and open arms for my Achilles’ heel. Though she permanently turned her back, she’s unforgotten.
Alexis Garces- The lost boy in the high weeds…bright mind in the dark corner. He laid his cards to me as he turned into an assertive youngster.
Mike Garces- Lala’s brother, the sentimental big mammal and the trustworthy companion who would do the backing up for you.

Poloy- The gold-man...almost hanging with pals just to be drunk as a lord.
Alex Sto. Tomas- Known for possessing a perfect set of teeth...well, what would you expect being bred by the family of dentists? I've been his mentor since his high school years---just couldn't utter much but all praises for me! One who hardly attained self-confidence, yet passed the PT Boards easily! I still hold on to this recollection...of all male associates I've had, he's the most open to me.

TO BE CONTINUED…

INFLUENTIAL support

We frequently thought, “A picture is worth a thousand words.” Somebody who has influenced us deserves more than a thousand descriptions; hence, our lives do act as bridges amongst the populace from all walks of life. It could be…they’re naïve about the inspiration we seized due to their little or huge efforts.

Well, this serves as the window of opportunity for me to avow their significance in my life. Aside from papa's sisters, whose hands had rocked the cradle, my upbringing could never be that productive without their presence.

Dad Bino Rosal- Mom Chit’s other half, is an indisputable brilliant man. I had wished once to make even with his know-how. His generosity is exemplary in particular during his high and mighty days. Living in simplicity, Dad Bino finds comfy hours with us.

Dad Pito Peralta- Mom Ditas’ hubby and one who’d become a philanthropist for my brother (Tephen), was known to be an ideal father. Left us the impression of a very refined man, Dad Pito [who died of Cardiac Arrest] was definitely a pro.

Tito Dave Camaya- Anybody who’s related to his wife (Tita Tess) is considered part of his family, too. Another decent banker in chain, I affirm him for being there for us by leaps and bounds - without a second thought in any port in a storm. Papa felt coziness with him.

Tita Emma Yap- Not because of the appreciation she threw for my diligence in school or character in general, she has always been supportive of me as her relationship with our family is above par.

Tita Lagring Flores- One who could bring my father to heel, simply was a comfort zone (at times) whenever we were in need.

Aunt Tita David- She began paying quick visits in Bicol when I was already in College. Following then, our relationship got elated. One who doesn’t fail to offer openhandedness, Aunt Tita has never missed family get-togethers.

Nanay Heide Roaring & Nanay Elen Portem- mama’s sisters who were on call to man the house and attend to us whenever necessary.

Mrs. Presentacion- My 5th Grade Science Teacher who believed in my abilities and became so proud of my attainments. Her eldest daughter, Ranela, is my friend, too.

Tito Chol Molina- My early elementary years were almost associated with him (papa’s cousin), being my ghost artist for my school projects. Though I was into arts earlier than kindergarten, I looked up to him.

Tita Shel Mendoza- The youngest among Prepotentes (papa’s cousin) who has the best of both worlds…wealth, sharp kids, health, beauty, a big cheese partner, and a perfect domicile! Tita Shel has fine character that makes her everybody’s BIG FISH!

Tito Dingdong & Tita France Ganzon- The GREATEST LOVE I’ve ever received from insignificant others...catered by this couple who might not need an introduction, but the space itself is disobliging for numerous nuts and bolts. Thus, I’m keeping a separate blog for them.

Tita Tess Alsua- Elite with a pure soul, somebody who paid much attention to my crafts. Before I became close to Ayi, her son, I used to rub elbows with her…we exchanged cards & letters; she sent me books on angels & crystals; she persuaded me to make conscious efforts in discovering Angels and write about them; she just leaves no stone unturned. Tita Tess is forever dear to me.

Somehow, I travelled enough and I would probably bump into these people's posts over and over again…although it doesn’t have to be physical. "Circumstances alter cases," yet the way they treated me in the past, things would never be the same without them.

SAVED by the DIARY

I felt stiff competition in college than in high school. Whatever I’d intended to be…it was definitely my call. Architecture had been part of my lexicon until we accomplished intermediate year book; however, I was eyeing for any Medical-related field before University assessments took place.

It’s factual to realize that if you’ve made your bed, then you’ll have to lie in it. In a way, I had that liberty to select my supposedly-providence. Universal in youngster, I came to wander & wonder…time flew and I was caught undecided on eleventh hour …and losing my slot was equivalent to walking the green mile on broken glass.

I took up Economics major. Fun though, I deemed Science as my forte; hence, shifting to Nursing was uncomplicated. That time, male nurses were selling like hotcakes…not until the wheels fell off when I graduated.

It was mentioned in my previous blog that my detailed inscriptions thru habitual diaries have been kept for like 17 years now. Few weeks prior to marching for our commencement exercises, our University Registrar had posted my incomplete grades in ROTC (Reserve Officers’ Training Corps) which I took during my first two years in college. Failure to comply wouldn’t prompt the college to include me in the list of CUM LAUDE candidates…even resulting to NOT getting my Diploma.

My ROTC grades (4 semesters) were missing! I worked my fingers to the bone in fixing the matter hastily…yet nobody seemed to save me. Headquarters shifted, records melted in ages, officers retired & relocated, and curriculum was modified…my world wasn’t at my feet then! That could be the foremost disparity of being in a State University…knowing somebody influential did really matter...and I didn't have any!

After pulling somebody’s tail while pushing myself to the wall just to prove I had finished the subjects, I’d finally gotten one key…my DIARY!!!

Specified dates of enrolment, activities, written examinations, parade, suspension of drills due to calamity, and even those platoons I’d joined in & commanders’ names were mentioned there. Two years of credible journals had unbelievably solved my issues, though marks were reduced by the current Commander-in-Chief…still, it was worth the sweat.

Well, resolution was in the nick of time and I just couldn’t exchange my diploma over any academic reward. Putting a period in it meant putting my best foot forward. Since then, I started believing …“pen is mightier than the sword.”

AYI, larger than life

Later years in high school, I used to see this family who were attending mass altogether. I observed then, they were just around during vacation. Being keen wasn’t congruent to identifying which family they belong; I could draw a blank whenever an information about them was asked.

When I embraced politics as a neophyte youth leader in 1992, I also offered my services to those who were off my boat. There I met Noel “Waway” Ramos who was also a youth official in Calzada (another barangay) and became a buddy to my batch mate, Rose Marfil & my cousin, Kathy.

Summer came when everybody was hopping from one location to another- keeping ears to the ground and eyes on the ball. I participated in one Santacruzan as Emile Gonzales’ escort. After the sequence, I joined Waway and other youths to the “sayawan” (ball) where I was introduced to Ayi Alsua, Waway’s childhood friend, who was there to fetch him. I recognized Ayi- the one who was visible at the church with his family during vacation.

I learned from Papa that same night that he and Ayi’s father, Tito Amon Alsua, are cousins. Only the former’s sisters used to get along with the latter’s family, that’s why I never got acquainted with them in common family gatherings.

It was that same month when I wasn’t minding my own beeswax; Waway asked me to join him in supporting Ramon Mitra (Tito Amon’s ally & business partner) who was a presidential candidate in 1992, yet later lost his own bid for the presidency in a race to Fidel V. Ramos. During the campaign, I made banners & posters for Tito Amon who was running for a Board Member post then; his wife, Tita Tess [sister of the controversial businessman/philanthropist-Mark Jimenez], had requested me as well to sketch crystals on illustration boards for her business presentation.

They say, “Mighty oaks from little acorns grow”… I’d been a constant visitor at Alsua’s residence since then. I was introduced to the siblings and got along with them comfortably. The family that I used to gaze at while attending mass turned out to be very close to me...well, being related by consanguinity is a bonus!
Ayi, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, holds the most of the ethical adjectives. He’s the ever unspoken soul, one BIG fish in a BIG bowl, a generous heart, my armchair critic-counterpart, animal lover, orchid collector, genuine cowboy, meek businessman, swimming & lawn tennis’ brain & brawn, cockpit’s chief, royal financier, karaoke bar’s fine tune, non-abstemious, meticulous cook, empathetic pal, brass hat-potential, nice as pie, my best friend…cousin…& kumpare, and my better hands down.

There were countless instances when Ayi & I had proven to be best of buddies. At some points of being fully-reserved by nature, we still exchanged the best & worst of our whereabouts. He would affirm me whenever I do good, advise me whenever necessary, and push me to further my horizon; Ayi has been my indisputable supporter. I owe him part of my success, if not a lot!!!

Through the course of our 17 year-full-baked friendship, “hit & miss” each other’s intolerance was a NO-NO. Between the era when he taught me how to booze until this techy- generation when his product (Iya) with other half (Patty Gonzalez) starts to learn the ABC…I couldn’t catch a memory wherein clashes, grudges, or disputes had transpired.

We adhered to watering holes regularly; we would visit his rice field and cattle & fish farms; we would tour Baguio, Manila & even Bangkok; we would do the marketing & experimental cuisine; we would sing-along neck and neck; we would witness dusk and dawn…nonetheless, we remain as nuts & bolts than we could ever imagine.

Whatever others would describe my best friend…Ayi, for me, is larger than life itself!

FOREVER YOUNG

Too often, we’re inevitably hit by somebody’s issue even if we have nothing to do with it. Filipinos are, by nature, engulfed by sympathetic story would it be worth hearing or against our common interest…we tend to just dig our heels in.

Physical pain is something we fear for when we were younger. At least, ideas of why it’s terrifying were fed by media and elders who delivered us the first teachings and guided us all throughout… SORROW is another story.

My grandmother died when I was in elementary; I rushed with mama to lola Tibay's deathbed early morning. Mama's pain was hardly felt by me. Well, I sensed pain because my mother did…and it was more of an unconscious struggle.

Papa’s mom had passed away when I was in the Visayas region. I was undergoing a very stiff training that I couldn’t be home for her wake & burial. It was another classification of pain that a grandma whom I’d shared love with was not witnessed when her days were numbered. Mama’s father & sister, papa’s two bothers, and two helpers who aged and died had also brought grief with different intensities.

Few weeks before our high school graduation, the principal had announced that we should pray for our batch mate, Verna Pontejos; she was undergoing therapy to combat bone cancer. I had a weird feeling towards life itself…it could never be premeditated, thus I was so mindful about it. Verna died exactly one month after we did the graduation march where she participated in while suffering from pain. Two other mates had breathed their last due to illnesses, Suzette Apostol & Teresa Pintor; the latter died recently (2009).

During the time when I was serving young constituents as their Chairman, I got to share the federation objectives as well with my fellow leaders. Ricardo Tuason, a high school classmate and a Youth Chairman in his barangay (Nasisi), was once a dear friend to me.

In 1994, the whole federation of Albay had a conference in Bacacay’s Resort. Our stay was worthwhile as we also further our comradeship. Ricardo had revealed a lot about him; he exhibited maturity. Two days before new year 1995, we had launched one of the SK’s programs, “The Search for Miss Ligao” (my friend Loreilyn Orendain won the crown). I noticed Ricardo’s apathy that night; he led the invocation and got so quiet the whole duration. I remember Meriam Garcia, our classmate in high school, told me- Ricardo was so handsome that period…well, he actually had been aside from being brainy, however many uttered the same description at the same time.

After the event, our classmate Jay Dayandante had offered Ricardo a ride. The former owned a tricycle for a living and the latter’s place was actually outskirt…so I joined. It was after midnight…dark yet breezy; we passed by a fenced basketball court (on the left hand side) that was known to me. It wasn’t totally murky due to the motorcycle’s light; I glimpsed at white-painted graveyard inside the basketball court! Yes, I saw a graveyard!


“I didn’t know there’s a cemetery there?!” I uttered. Ricardo, who was sitting beside me in the sidecar, had suddenly punched me on my lap as he felt goosebumps. He told me not to be delirious as there was nothing there except a court. I turned my head and checked to convince myself…and I saw nothing.

When we reached his place, Ricardo was shaken by his pet dog for years that couldn’t recognize him. Barking was up to its throat! Instead, we chose to wait for the daybreak at the nearby bakery. We bit a couple of “pandesal” before we parted ways.

The next morning, Ricardo and two other youth leaders had their hair trimmed at the shop beside the bus terminal. The driver who was waiting for his bus (bound to Manila) to be filled-in did sit inside the barber shop where the three youths were going through cuts & blows simultaneously. The driver rested his eyes after reading a newspaper; to his shock in a wink of his eyes, he saw three barbers holding scissors and continuously cutting in the air…the three customers were headless!

Nothing was disclosed on the spot as the man had avoided to embarrass everybody…after all, who would believe him? The whole trip was bothering to him; consequently, he shared the story with his companions and everybody had advised him to look for those individuals and warn them off-hand upon his return to Ligao that was scheduled on the 3rd of January, 1995.

On January 2nd while I wasn’t home, Ricardo and the same men (plus one) had dropped by our house to invite me for a booze at Vice Garcia’s stepbrother who was a chairman in barangay Ranao-Ranao. Mama had a short chat with them before a decision to leave took place. Few minutes after, I arrived; their marks were still on the floor, glasses of water were left on the center piece, while chairs were scattered.

While watching TV (Maalaala Mo Kaya), Jay Dayandante came to unveil the WORST NEWS OF MY TEENAGE YEARS…”RICARDO IS DEAD!”

That was two hours after they popped around my place. I rushed to the site with Jay and discovered another dreadful reality…a tricycle that was carrying Ricardo and other four (2 youth chairmen & 2 members) was hit by a JB Liner (bus bound to Manila) and killed cruelly its five passengers on the spot!

That night I saw & felt a horrifying pain. I couldn’t stomach what I witnessed…I couldn’t believe it was happening. I was with Mike Borromeo & Antonio Saenz at the funeral parlor to identify the remains; Ricardo was almost bits and pieces.

It took a long time for me to weather that storm. The driver went back from Manila the following day and revealed what he observed at the barber shop. It was too late! On the 40th day at 3pm, I unintentionally fell asleep…I dreamt of our high school reunion; everybody was dressed...Ricardo, wearing barong tagalog, was sitting on the fence and approached me- “This is what GOD wants, please accept it,” he said. I responded back by asking-“why, are you dead?” I held his pants and felt his femur (thigh bone) inside his khakis. When I woke-up, I managed to accept the fact that he was already with his maker.

More than a decade ago, Ricardo had his dreams which some of us fulfilled. Though he was granted with a juvenile existence, his life was partly distributed to those who’d been part of it. I was glad I didn’t miss that part.

CREEPY Encounters

There are numerous stories which cover facts, fictions, and mysteries; they brutally gnaw our vitals whenever the unexplained existence of the supernatural being is resilient.
When I was a kid, horror movies could hardly move me…I mean, being totally shocked by the growling or flying creatures. I wasn’t really a chicken-livered entity.

My grandfather (mama’s side) used to share legends about witchcrafts; thus we ceased not to forget. Living in the province was like offering yourself to a number of elements. Children would tend to scare one another, even have the stomach to discover creeps. Definitely, “my nerve is bigger than my size.”

My eyes used to catch shadows at home whenever I was reviewing notes late at night. I refused recounting such sighting, but everything is still vivid to me. My third eye had perked up upon reaching high school. I’d seen dwarf-like mortal, human silhouette in the corners, flying human-form, shouting eerie tone, and touching frosty hand. Those were few of my strange encounters with the unexplained.

I reached Capiz in Panay Island when I was assigned in Iloilo City; it’s been believed that “aswang” (a mythical creature in our folklore) exists throughout the province. Anyhow, my visit and other concurrent visits didn’t meet my expectation. I wanted to make my hair standing on its end then, though it seldom happened…but my being cognizant wasn’t active enough.

One afternoon in Iloilo City when my eyes were sealed while all ears to a television show, a black & beast-like mortal had emerged face-to-face with me. It was a total terrifying situation when I felt messing with the bull to get the horns. My lips were elongated as she was pulling them with hers; thus, my mind had to be over matter. I prayed the Lord’s Prayer and was released before the powerful word, “amen”.

Many say I’m gifted with an inner eye that opens the gate that leads to internal dominion of higher consciousness. I wouldn’t rebuff the fact that mine is functional since childhood. I still appreciate that this distinctive ability is compensated by not being COWARD.

HIGH SCHOOL apples and oranges

I’m not sure how but I easily win somebody’s trust. I build friendship out of nowhere and I just sustain it. Age bracket could be between 15 & 50 years old.

Next to GOD and my family, my friends are my priceless possessions. The term “Best Friend” is a cliché thing for me. In fact, I have dozens! I’m a friend of my parents’ friends…and siblings’ associates, too. It’s interconnected links with unbroken processes.

Getting the nod doesn’t mean getting what you want from them. We have individual differences; hence, one’s attributes are distinctive from another. As per my previous blog, I mentioned how I was tagged as “disloyal” in high school. Even the dogs in the street knew why.

When we were toddlers, our cousins became our friends. That linkage had produced infulences that mattered to us in the long run. I could name few of my close friends in grade school---Joselito Murallo, Reina Pradas, Dexter Buena, Melvin Lucido, Salven Tolarba, Jonathan Culaway, Cynthia Prena, Vincent Tolarba, Franco Birata, Ronald Pancipane, Bienvenido Gonzalo, Amadeo Tuason, and John Regino. However, there were no cherished occasions since kids neither sympathize, nor share…they just pull the strings and push the buttons all the time.

As teenagers, the evolution of friendship’s definition began. Though competitions were evidently seen, I still have my high school friends to this very juncture.

1. Marty Ruperto- Somebody who could save us in Practical Arts Subject when our pencil traces went wrong. One who’d been so thoughtful to me on special occasions…I’m still keeping the posters, post & greeting cards, pencil holder, and a set of design-reference books which he sent in 2008. Daily routine of chatting from his place - to mine - to Ning’s & Don’s… and at times doing it back & forth. It just created significant bonds among us. We used to exchange whereabouts thru letters when we entered college, until he flew to the USA. He’s forever be a humble pie.

2. Mike Borromeo- We were never in the same class but we were in the same interest, then…dancing. Both our fathers were good friends, too! Mike has been trustworthy and valuing friendships so much. For a long time, it’s certainly rewarding that he’s now a father.

3. Ning Saenz- The first know-how when we, his batch mates, were not yet civilized. He talked about computers, electronics, equations, printing, and designs…all to his advancement. He could type (using a typewriter) at the speed of 60 wpm…as compared to mine with 55 wpm (LOL!)…yes, he coached me how. My friendship with Ning is tested by leaps and bounds. We were neighbors in Quezon City, while sharing resources whenever one had scarcity. Once we had only a peso…and we laugh at it now. He’s a genuine friend for keeps. He’s consistently dependable.

4. Jessel Pagobayan- Nobody knew we were playmates when we were still in grade 3. Her mother used to bring her whenever the former had to play mahjong with Mama Flor at home. She’s always been attractive and smart. Now in the US, an equivalent of success best describes her, Jess is still within reach.

5. Johna Poot- Somehow, we have the same line of professions…both finished BSN, yet landed into trading. Her stability rests within the comfort of her immediate family. She has erected business success with a backbone. Talking with her in the same language (since I ventured into business once) exuded so much strength in her. I really affirm her guts & glory!

6. Yen Pobar- The ever pretty face…had been my classmate from 1st grade to 4th year high school. She could have disregarded this but apart from Gracita de Chavez, she was the rare mate whom I had shared 10 consecutive years of my younger years with (aside from my family). She married early so she found contentment early. Yen has been a faithful friend. She became my best cousin’s (Kathy) friend, too!

7. Lala Garces- They say, “life is not all beer and skittles.” Lala had gone through a lot. Being the daughter of my brothers’ teacher, my folk dancing partner in elementary, my father’s constituent, my young comrades’ sister & aunt…at least I wasn’t clueless of how she lived her life, plus the fact that she’s an open book to us, her trusted friends. Lala talks what she thinks. Her cleverness is evident in her eloquence. I would reveal…she’s my father’s favorite…that’s why I like her, too!

8. Michelle Ruperto- I’m sure, somebody who knows her well would agree that she’s the calmest & kindest of us, all! Some would brand her differently, but Chelle is a big hitter! Like her cousin, Marty, humility is never doubted. People change traditions & directions, but she remains with us by heart.

9. Janet Guerrero- When I pursued Economics as my initial course in College, Net was a mate. Another funny bone in our colony, she talks with much candidness and strength. The ever thin lady as a rake, Janet is missed for her chuckles.

10. Niel Datingaling- He was the personification of vigor…our Battalion Commander; one whose laugh has been contagious and another true blue veteran. I observed from some socials, Niel is everybody’s buddy.

11. Glena Camases- The angelic face behind a sturdy persona. I associate her with ping-pong (the expert one, in fact). Though miles from us, her accessibility merely spans the distance. Another artist in the row, another men’s crux of the matter because of her pretty face…Gleng is actually more than that.

12. Meden Loveres- One who’s academically outstanding, Doll was also the Maria Clara of our donkey’s years. She holds a high yet thin-pitched voice which she never utilized in singing. Unassuming nature was just her mode. Technology provokes her to disappear totally.

13. Neil Dio- the master in calligraphy…the chalk-eater…the board of director- Neil was picked just to write on the blackboard! Now by plunking his style on the cakes, he sails from one continent to another. Another happy disposition with a sharp tongue, Neil is everyone’s pet.

14. Ave Kay Balubar- I’m not certain but I feel that I was being introduced to Ave’s partners (from one to another). Though this appears to be absurd, the thing is…it only happened once. Talking without breathing, Ave is a barrel of narratives.

15. Emile Gonzales- …my secretary in Sangguniang Kabataan, prim and proper, ever studious, competent educator, and entrepreneur. I’d been an eyewitness of her love story with Jorem. Her career is all about earnestness.

16. Noems Patanao- The closest high school mate I have as far as geography is concerned. She has a camp with strong vocal cords and eventually ventured into performing in South East regions. Her manner of speaking could be her best asset; in fact, the bees & birds’ information is boundless. Another hilarious chum, Noems is always missed whenever there’s no fine tune.

17. Melds Mina- We had few acquaintances upon entering college. I remember she was staying in the dormitory with Meden & Myra; we used to exchange letters, photos, and voice tapes (too remote), which lasted for years until we were all succumbed by major subjects.

18. Lizette Cipriano- At times, her personality was too strong that she could almost swallow you alive! One whose voice could trigger your senses to fluctuate; it’s simply hitting North-South & East-West. Her giggle has a do-re-mi tune. On the other side of the coin, Her dedication to her family is something incomparable to mine…well, I have none!

19. Sandro Orido- I’m clueless as to how he was called “Bamba”…but I first heard it from the horse’s mouth, Janet. Anyhow, Bamba was a true homebody; he was hardly invited for events…not certain if he had a 6 o’clock curfew. We visited his house in Ligao for quite a dozen times…but never did we ever see its interior. Those were street chats, actually. Whenever he was on school vacation, he opted to initially visit me with a bike; thus, I accommodated him outside our house as well. LOL!

20. Meriam Garcia- The youngest entrepreneur I’ve ever encountered with. At the age of 8 (as far as I could recall), she entered school- carrying not only a school bag, but also a basket of veggies & fruits. I’m sure, I failed to patronize her items since I wasn’t a veggie-person then. Later in high school, the edibles had turned into cosmetics. Now, her nail is still into marketing…and just a wink of an eye…her commissions send her abroad to travel for pleasure & leisure.

21. Vice Garcia- He’s vice who became the school president! After some setbacks, you could still afford to laugh at his jest. He had this charisma of a true-blooded politician; that’s why his popularity was exceptional.

22. Joel Senora- Another nurse by profession, whose stout could pop you out. Yes, he was the largest, then. Our fathers were good friends, too.

23. Allan Imperial- The dark horse in our herd; somebody who could afford cash outflow…a real business magnate!

24. Casley Repotente- My distant relative...one who got closer to me when I opened up a bar business in 2003. Well of course, he was a boozer.

25. Paking Pacheco- I had an impression that he was a so-so in high school. Maybe just a decade ago, I had a light bulb moment; I got along with him and the rest of significant others…and he’s actually the most composed.

26. Don Ruivivar- A talented sketcher (I was only his 2nd best in Elementary), a “komiks” lover, a cartoon enthusiast, a basketball fan, and a nap-aficionado. Hardly you could feel consistencies in him…now he’ll converse; later he’ll abstain. Nonetheless, Don is truly one of its kind.

27. Lanie Ramirez- I feel that her family knows me well…I’ve been a friend to them; even with Lanie’s absence, I can stay & talk with the rest without curling my toes. My cousin, Kathy, was her close friend many moons ago. Owning a big hair… a comb could never be out of her paraphernalia.

28. Louella Velarde- Apart from Myra Bonayon & Edna de la Torre, she’s another batch’s Rip Van Winkle (out of touch) with a microscopic voice. She was hardly allowed by her father to join us in our activities; those were abortive efforts. Nobody knew for sure that we were colleagues in “Powerpage”…I joined the operations to maximize my time while training for other company.

29. Jaime Talavera- A friend who budded out of prospectus, but never a batch mate…and one of the campus’ best dressed and postured being. Jaime has been peeping the lens…transpired to be a professional photo & videographer.

30. Tupe Orendain- Jaime’s disciple and one who was overly-attached to our outpost then…would it be for fun or for co-curricular activities. His sister, Loreilyn, became my good friend, indeed.

31. John Regino- Used to create sounds by dangling his fingers with force, had an appeal that girls discerned. One who celebrates his natal day at the cemetery, John has been my close friend since grade school. We were seatmates, thus, I’d used to witness him pulling Cecil Jocom’s hair (sign of compulsion) in 2nd grade…now, they’re a couple! What a lengthy journey that was hard to pull!

32. Franco Birata- The tidy chum who ended up being the lone physician in our batch. Choy’s sincerity as a friend was easily felt.

33. Amadeo Tuazon- Good face value & a golden voice adhere together. One who’d been so flexible in terms of social dealings. Our friendship sprang from amateur interest that winded up into a veteran gab. Madz has been a loyal comrade. Whenever he’s around, he doesn’t fail to make a courtesy call.

34. Jenny Pebre- You could hear a pin drop with her. Her thin voice was deafening…so reserved that only her eye balls moved. Jen was a genuine conventional and a spinster by choice. Test the guts: Jen, among her batch mates, was the first one to work abroad.

35. Rose Marfil- With a towering height, Maye keeps her feet on the ground. We never attended similar classes, yet we became too close as we contended with the same troop then. She was my supporter in Sangguniang Kabataan and my “tambayan” (with my cousin) during vacation. She’s also in the UAE.

36. Romela Colima- One, though with a dominant family (Matias), had never used her brawn beyond circumstances. A religious conformist, Mela also welcomed me to be her brother’s (Emo) best buddy...even affirmed me for the influences I made. You couldn’t imagine but there were episodes when Emo didn’t behave properly in school & in public…but I was there to guide him.

37. Jessica Marfil- Tec has this personality that seems kicking the bucket all the time. Not because I’m her sister’s (Maye) friend, my attributes would match hers; in fact, she has maintained quality friends in good quantity. I actually owe her a lot…we stayed in one roof in Dubai and our friendship got a long way.

38. Joel Calacday- A principled politician in-the-making. He was a member of our council in Sangguniang Kabataan with sensible ideas. Being a silent worker, he didn’t pay much attention to acknowledgements; instead he sustained himself to be ever dependable.

39. Russel Ravalo- Wit & responsibilities share a space with him. I knew how he played a one-man-act show in the family; he’s highly commendable. We shared a roof in Dubai as well for a couple of weeks and being his friend then has no much difference from being his friend now.

40. Aldem Realubit- When the instance came that I understood about the essence of friendship…I could vividly recall Aldem was present to broaden & put life into it. We never entered in the same school; our professions are even sorted thru the four faculties: He’s into Theology & Law, while I’m into Arts & Medicine. I affirm his sharpness and being a reliable pal for keeps. We have this funny-old fact: Due to being too attached with each other & Mike (Borromeo), we decided to break the habit by not meeting for two weeks straight. One Saturday at 4 o’clock after that, we were scheduled to assemble near the church…and we did meet there!... the rest is history!

41. Ane Abo- Inhibitions are just down in the dumps for her. Probably the biggest female mammal in our batch; Ane has also a strong ego that could knock you off. A business-minded one…she’s just into it.

42. Jay Dayandante- Whenever the circumstance hits numbers and formula, his attention is merely evident. Well, we can associate this to his interest with women… Jay would hate to overlook. He’s been hardworking and self-driven… the spirit is remarkable!

...TO BE CONTINUED ...

HEADQUARTERS

They say, “half a loaf is better than no bread.” I’ve always been thankful for what my fate brought me. I never complained, never asked for anything which my parents couldn’t afford, and never played hard to get. Available resources are simply maximized, instead. I don’t know but I’m having a tough effort to regret for the things done or whatever situation happened.
I often thought…”past is past…what better could I do?”
Staying in our abode is equivalent to habitual practices…scrubing, polishing, disinfecting, sorting out, systematizing, color coordinating, and maintaining tidiness. I know all bits and bobs in all corners of the house…I know where to find them…I know if one item is moved or something is disappearing. This is quite irritating to others, but I just do!
Here are some related info:
…I stayed at

· Mom Ditas’ home in Legazpi City when I was a freshman;
· my foster parents’ in Las Pinas City during the World Youth Day;
· Tita Tess’ & Mom Chit’s in Quezon City on my 1st job & countless vacations;
· the Dormitory when I was affiliating;
· Tita Shel’s when I nursed Lola Minda;
· the Doctor’s domicile in Iloilo City for my work assignment;
· my friend’s quarters during my last employment in Naga City;
· the flat with a number of associates & cousins in Dubai.

All those who’ve seen me have believed in me, somehow. Saying is one thing; doing is another. I could have set my standards, but I could sway and flow according to circumstances. After all, “beggars cannot be choosers.”