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Dear Nana,

I feel like a coward when I think of giving up when your life was harder than mine.
I feel guilty when a thought of leaving invades my mind when you have endured everything.
I cry when I feel weak and all you had was pride and courage and kindness to get through life.

When I think of you, it’s more like having a real heroine a trisikad’s ride away; and all of a sudden, I stop crying, I smile, and continue being me.

Thank you for the courage. Thank you for the love and the never-ending support.


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The first point of the article is true to the bones. I write for myself–my thoughts, my happiness, my anger, the fun things I encounter.

When I looked at the stats, I can see patterns of what posts are most viewed, the Cebuano poetry. I think that maybe some Cebuano literature students are trying to find something for this assignment, papers, etc. That makes me happy; at least I’m helpful in a small way. 😀 With that development, I tried to write poetry more, but found that I lost that random thought-write process I use when writing. You know, when something pops in your mind, you write it on anything writable. Good thing my work PC has sticky notes where all my thoughts are posted all over two monitors. Just kidding; I arrange my sticky notes–OC, hahaha. So I resolved to write whenever that spark comes.

Back to the question, “who is your reader?” To answer this, I am still my number one reader. As I have written in the About page, this is my online diary, though I don’t write daily. I write for myself because I love to express what I think and feel. Just like that.

But on a bigger picture called the future, I want to leave something for my kids to gag while reading. Really, I want them to know something about me more than what they do know me physically, and I hope WordPress will still be here by the time I give them my account name. I spend like twelve hours away from home, and lucky for me, I can still write when I am at work, during breaks of course.

KiPet, I hope you find my blog worth your time. Maybe when you read this, you’d be in your teens, hacking the PC for whatever reasons and you discovered that mom is keeping a blog, not just one but three. Whatever is here is written from my observations, and of course, from my point of view. If you think otherwise, that’s great! It means you are just like me. Cheers to life! May we are still friends the time you read this and you are over that petty sibling fights and you read a lot. Love, Mama. 😀

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Since I was child, I like to look up to the sky and observe the changing formation of clouds. I like to look at mountains and wonder how they got their shapes. I like to look at the sea if the waves are high or the surface is calm. I like to observe and write about it.

When I was in sixth grade, a small plane flew too close to our school. I shouted, “Look! He’s flying too close!” A classmate said, “Kaignorante pud nimo oi!” and laughed away. A lot of kids were near us and heard everything and laughed too. I was just trying to point out something that was not ordinary.

I learned a lesson that day. It’s not good to share your observations. You’d be called a moron if you do.

When I was in high school, science and history fascinated me. These areas of learning made me create a world of my own. I spent my breaks in the library reading world history, geography, geology, astronomy, etc. I still remember that embarrassing moment.

When I was in college, I had more time to read.

When Bohol was struck with a M 7.2 earthquake, I don’t read geo anymore, but I still remember that embarrassing moment.

Now I learn a new lesson. I should not be embarrass to learn more or to share what I learn. God gave me a brain to be able to learn so I can equip myself with proper knowledge and share it with others.

It takes a post from a beautiful person to learn my mistake. Thank you, Monalisa Smile. Reading and learning about the earth, the clouds, the seas, and the world’s history will resume as soon as I post this. Oh, and after I vote today.

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To many a Christian, prayer is important. Some might just say it in times of need, others make it a way of life. With the recent quake that hit Bohol the most, people around the country offer prayers to the victims.

Whenever you say “I will pray for you,” pray the instant after you said the line. Here’s why…

The intense of the desire to comfort the person is there, so make use of it–pray immediately. Have you noticed the fervor–that burning and warm feeling–when praying while we are in a dire situation? I say, that very moment makes our prayers effective and affective because we pour our hearts out, we pray with our soul and the force of our whole being.  I heard this advise from a homily in a mass I have attended a few years back. Since then, I pray immediately after saying I will pray for that person. Strike while the iron is hot, as they say. Also, we tend to forget as the day passes by. Our promised prayers for our friends and families could be forgotten because we’ve been busy. We have no intentions to forget them, right? So might as well pray now and not later.


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Apart from being young and still has a whole new world to learn, Peter speaks more English than Binisaya. It was unintended which later came with a purpose. He learn to speak English at an early age from watching shows like Barney, Dora, High Five, Blue’s Clues, and from watching a lot of movies. This also resulted to his American accent and diction as a whole. As a parent, I found this quite an advantage when he will come to school age. We were still in the old curriculum then. I encourage and converse with my kids in English because a big percentage of things that we have or read or interact with are written or spoken in English. I believe this helps my son’s confidence in speaking his thoughts.

Now that the K-12 curriculum is in full swing this school year, I need to prep Peter for the impact of the new medium of instruction—Binisaya. During his first day of his new school with this new curriculum using Binisaya as medium, he claimed he did not understand some of the things his teacher said. Lucky for us, his teacher was my classmate in college. I told him of Peter’s possible difficulty with the dialect. From his reply, I came to understand that everybody is adjusting to the new curriculum. They use bilingualism to achieve better comprehension of the lessons.

Last year’s posts on social media about MT (mother tongue) as the medium of instruction were negative. I remember a post about the “to the power of” phrase for math and the comments that went from “nosebleed” to the most hilarious. For sure, the kids were pretty worried about how they’d cope up with the new medium. I’m sure the authorities have found the right words on how to explain the complex equations and formulas. We are not abandoning English. We will use it as a reinforcement when there are things we can’t express in the dialect.

During our homeroom PTA meeting, Sir Renan explained that other Asian countries do better in math, science, and history because these subjects are taught in their mother tongue. We were under the American regime once and we embraced their language like our own. Our constitution is written in English, right? One thought came to me: how would the kids, especially those who speak more English than Binisaya, cope with this?

Sir Renan and the rest of the school’s faculty agreed to use the government school’s book on learning the mother tongue. He presented to us how the kids will learn Binisaya in-depth. I find this an adventure. We used to be so engrossed in learning English, we can’t even speak a straight Binisaya sentence. When the modules come, Peter and I will learn them together. Right now, Binisaya.com is bookmarked in the browser of our home computer so we can access it right away. We have a lifetime to learn, as they say. And I say, I am unlearning to learn my mother tongue once again.

 How will you say 7:01 A.M. in Binisaya? I used to say, “alasiete uno sa buntag.” But a great man says the time of the day in pure Binisaya every morning that I’d be dumb to miss it. Mr. Leo Lastimosa says, “Usa ka gutlo ang nakalabay human ang ikapito sa buntag.”

As Pinoys, we sure know how to adjust. We have proved that over the years. From Magellan’s time up to the jejemon’s generation, we showed how we can adjust with language hopping very well. This time, our own dialects are knocking at our doors. This is not just “pauso,” this is our identity and it’s about time we embrace Binisaya and use it intelligently.

And yes, ironically, the post is in English.

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the faith of my mother

A beautiful trail for the lost wanderer… Thank you Natasha! God bless you and your beautiful Mama!

Natasha Metzler

My mother never sugar-coated Christianity. She lived it raw, and hard, and glorious, and miraculous, and painful, and in such brutal honesty that I reached womanhood with a burning desire to know this scandalous beautiful Savior.

Her faith stills me quiet.

Her passionate existence stirs me to move and live and fight.

As a small child, I watched her move from New York and all her family to the towering mountains and strangers of Alaska. I saw her tears of loneliness and her sharp clinging to the true Comforter.

By the time I was nine years old, I had watched her face cancerwith brilliant fearlessness, even while “what if’s” made her shake.

I remember her prayers– for anyone, everyone. The phone calls that ended with, “Can I pray with you?” Her feet pacing the kitchen as she called down the heavenly hosts to transform situations and lives.


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To read the exact words I have been trying to say to my face ironically brought a calming effect on my tired bones.

From Dashboard Confession’s post about June, here’s my version…

Yes, it’s June. It’s ending, actually. I’m tired of being brave and homeless at the same time. I need to either keep the first or solve the second. I need to rest and be free.

Sorry sa poor quote. I just find the words so tumpak to what I am right now.

And thanks! 😀

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