Tie A Yellow Ribbon

"I am burning the candle of my life in the dark, with no one to benefit from the light. The candle slowly melts away. Soon its wick will burn out, and the light is gone. If only someone will gather the melted wax, reshape it, give it a new wick. For another fleeting moment, my candle can once again light the dark, be of service one more time, and then, goodbye."

After years of living a peasant life in a promise land, the widower returned to her motherland. Full of grief not excitement, full of sorrow not refuge. Cory Aquino came back to bury her beloved husband without knowing that someday she will become a hero and will light the fire that will lead the nation towards a new beginning.

This day marks the 40th death day of former President and Mother of Democracy Corazon "Cory" Aquino. She ended her fight against Colon cancer last August 1, 2009 with a peaceful heave of breath. Even until her death, Tita Cory's undying love for the country and faith in God transcended into the hearts of every Filipino.

Children who were born decades after she assumed the role entrusted to her by the masses, came out in the streets to see her lifeless remains transported by a lorry from La Salle Greehills to the Manila Cathedral. Symbolic it may but the two places where she laid for public viewing were witnesses to her ascend from being a plain loving wife and mother to being the bearer of the torch of freedom.

Streets were filled with sentiments to bid their farewell and pay last respect to the first Filipina president and only Filipino to appear on Times Magazine three times. Gracing the cover of the magazine when she won the Presidency in 1986, then when she was named Woman of the Year, and when she passed away last August.

In her own modest way, she united the country under one color. The color of freedom restored and promise of democracy rekindled. Known political figures from her regime and present, business icons and economists that pledged undying support for her when she declare her candidacy in 1986, and the common people, who showed allegiance to her walked side by side, mourning and weeping for they do not only lost a president, but an epitome of a true leader that offered her life to liberate the people from a tyrant leader.


Amidst the raging heat of the sun and piercing downpour of rain, the Filipino people showed their utmost gratitude and respect to Tita Cory. Gratifying her for a leadership that is by the people and for the people. She may not be as perfect as many want her to be, she still proved that faith in God and faith in her values will create a lasting effect to a nation dragged and decayed by dictatorship.
Dear God, thank you for giving us our beloved President Corazon Aquino. A leader, a mother, a president, a servant.

The Ganduyan Chronicles

It was a long awaited travel. For months, I've been contemplating of travelling back to Sagada for the fourth time and I want it to be the best that I will have. If I will be following my traveldater, Sagada is scheduled on July 2009 but due to urgency and excitement, it must be conquered right away. So I tagged along my lovely wife Chiela, who has not been to somewhere as far as Sagada and was excited as well. It will her first time to witness God's gift of nature, culture, and tradition to our Igorot brothers and sisters hidden 16 mountains away from urban living. And to make our travel more lively, I tagged along a cousin of mine Cris.

Since I'm the only one who is used to long road trips, it was a comfortable ride for me. Full of chit chats and jokes while on the road and I can really feel the energy rushing into their veins. Reaching Baguio City, I encourage them to walk from the terminal to the old Dangwa station where the bus to Sagada are stationed. We walked thru Session Road and as we reached the back of the old Coyeesan Mall (it was the first shopping mall built in Baguio before SM rised in 2004) I quickly checked on the bus skeds going to Sagada. Lizardo has the earliest trip at 6:15am, so we boarded the bus and waited. There were young Koreans, yuppies and students from Manila and nearby provinces, and numerous Igorot old folks who were very hard to understand and very stiff to be with.

Our first stop over along the highway in Benguet and had cups of freshly brewed mountain coffee, a good match to the Krispy Kreme donuts that Chiela brought along the travel. Cool climate, hot coffee, and a good sun shine greeting us, it cleanse my mind and soul preparing me for a more exhillirating reunion with nature. Tall pine trees, chilling wind, and a scenery of laidback way of life, welcome to Sagada. I decided to check first on St.Joseph House since we're backpackers, no itinerary nor reservations to hotels is present. Prices in St.Joseph were bit costly so we decided look for other place to stay. I noticed an old but decent inn to stay so I asked right away for the caretaker of the Ganduyan Inn and luckily, they gave us a room for 600.00 per day with private bathroom for the three of us.

We had our first taste of Sagada food at the renowned Masferre Cafe. Masferre Cafe was built in honor of Eduardo Masferre, the father of Philippine photography. He was the first one who published the images of the Igorot tribes people and decided to live amongst them. He became a farmer and started his own farmland to raise funds for his photography, making the Igorots famous around the world. Unfortunately, we were not allowed to take pictures of his works so I decided to capture the interiors of the cafe. After the hearty meal, we went around the church to take pictures and it started to drizzle. We passed by a barren grassland at the back of the cemetery and take a short cut to an open field reaching the Municipal road where all the restaurants, cafes, and shops were located.

Having Chiela as a companion, one must have plenty of foodie ideas. She explores too much on food and gets hungry more often. After two hours of walking to grasslands and in the town, we decided to try Bana's Cafe. We had a heavy snack of pancakes with honey and butter, Chiela had her quick favorite ham and cheese omelette, and Cris had coffee and Bana's clubhouse. Their coffee at Bana's was superb and the food was equally excellent.

I woke up at 4:00am and it was a good warm morning. The rain stopped and we push with our plan of trekking Bokong Falls. Its saturday and Sagada town is very busy because it is their market day. Old Igorot folks greeted us with smile and good mornings and even asked us where we are going. They instructed me the fastest route going to Bokong Falls. We reached the end of the road and its a downhill trek down the slope to where the falls is located. We took extra care since its a bit slippery but midway there were concrete steps leading down the falls. Rice terraces were neatly formed wayside the falls. We stayed there for almost half an hour. Dipping on the cool water, climbing the rocks beside the falls, taking pictures along the way, we noticed a large chocolate plastic pack flowing in the stream. I asked Chiela and Cris if they are willing to be Earth soldiers at least for a while and they agreed. What we did is, we swept all the plastic trash we saw on our way up not to mind the slippery slopes. When we reached the roadside again, we were able to collect three large plastic bags of trash and some tourists stared at us.

Returning to the town with bags full of trash, we decided to look into Sagada Weaving, its owner greeted us and we asked if the store is already open. He welcomed us gladly and I told him if we could leave the trash in his trash bin and he thanked us so much for our concern to Sagada and said that it is what the tourists have not learned until now leaving trash in a helpless but beautiful forest. He allowed us to take pictures but I begged off in due respect to their craft. We ended our trek in the town looking at the fresh vegetables, cooked foods, ukay-ukay clothes, goods that can be stocked for a week if you're living in Sagada.

After a short rest, we hit the greens again and trekked Echo Valley and the Calavary Cemetery. On our way, we stopped at the church and noticed a white furry dog following us. What Cris did was, he played with the dog and asked if he could guide us to Echo Valley as he mentioned that it must be a guide in the area. We allowed the dog to go ahead of us as we passed by the cemetery. We even tried stopping and the good dog stopped as well staring at us. We go on and as we reached the end of the pathway, we discovered Echo Valley. From our vantage point, I was able to take shots of one of the hanging coffins cave. I want to go near the cave but the two did not allow me (darn weaklings!). As we go around the cliff and into the cemetery again, we noticed that the dog is already gone (spooky?) If you will visit Sagada, look for the dog I named Puti.

All pumped up after a good lunch courtesy of Bana's (Chiela has been enchanted by it), we're all set to conquer the ultimate test to a Sagada traveller, experiencing Sumaguing. We went straight to the Municipal Hall for the environmental pass and to meet our tour guide, Ricky. On our way to Sumaguing, we took a side trip to another hanging coffin but we were not able to get closer since we really want to reach Sumaguing as early as we can. Cris and Chiela were so amazed when we enter the Burial Cave. Face to face with old coffins of the Igorots is one hell of an experience. We were able to peek into skulls and bones inside the coffins. Though the trek back and forth the burial cave was pretty tiring, we managed to continue or trek towards the cave.

Enough has been said. It was truly a worthy experience not only for me but also to Chiela and Cris who were first timers in this place. Forget about looks, forget about poise. The whole spelunking thing tested and measured our level of enjoyment. As for me, its my fourth time and it served as a reunion of sort between me and the cave. The dark corridors and wet slopes of naturally-formed rocks proved that we must take part in preserving these priceless gift to us Filipinos (More photos of Sumaguing Cave in other blog entry). Its raining hard when we went out of the cave and thou we were drenched in mud and water, our spirits remained at its peak.

It was our last night in Sagada. Still, my stay will not be complete without accomplishing something for myself. Its the last piece of the puzzle. Pinikpikan! After the Sumaguing experience,I felt that I exhumed all the energy of my body and a bowl of Pinikpikan will capped off my stay in Sagada. But, most of the resots and cafes offer pricey Pinikpikan dish around 650-900 per order good for 8-10 persons. It contains whole chicken (butchered the Igorot way) and etag (traditional smoked ham). While we're trekking to Sumaguing, I noticed this old house with walls made up of galvanized sheets and its says Salt and Pepper Restaurant. The place was hard to notice but what catches my sight is this sign, "Buffet Pinikpikan Tonight". That night we went back and right away ordered for it. Chiela had her favorite Chicken adobo, Cris had lechon kawali, and I got the Pinikpikan for 200.00 buffet with unlimited plate of rice. I managed to finish off 5 bowls of Pinikpikan with 2 parts of chicken, slice of etag, and soothing and relieving bowl of soup. It really made my Sagada stay complete. Until I noticed that, I didn't have my camera and Chiela did not bring her camera phone as well. But the experience preserved its entirety to my heart and mind.

As we board the 10:30am bus trip back to Baguio. All we have in us are good memories and unforgetable experience. We don't know when will this happen again. But one thing is for sure, I will go back to where Pinikpikan made me fell in love to it. By the way, do you know what Ganduyan is and where the word Sagada originated? Ganduyan is the former name of Sagada until the Americans came and asked a tribes man for the name of the place. The man is carrying a water vessel made of bamboo which was called Sag-a, he thought the American is asking for the name what he is carrying, he replied, Sag-a da! means water carrier.

Special thanks to:
Ganduyan Inn
Sir Michael and Ganduyan Museum
Ricky of the Sagada Tour Guides Association
Bana's Resto and Cafe
Handukka Cafe
Salt and Pepper Cafe
Sagada Weaving
and the little white dog that serves as our guide...
Masferre Restaurant

Ego Vobis Valedico Harp!

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May 29, 2009. This is the date that me and my colleagues have been anticipating. Our project that served as our "silent sanctuary" for 19 months will finally fold up, and my team...our team...will bid farewell to each other, as teammates that we learned to live with and faced every challenges in our day to day work life. Different emotions, different reactions but at the end of the day, we will remain friends...not only inside our company but brothers and sisters in our own daily struggles.

Everytime that I will see this picture, it was pure good memories. Nineteen individuals from various work background and personalities, different dyanamics and orientation. This brady bunch formed the HARP team, my team...our team...From here arised the cornerstones of the project. Taking various classroom and computer-based training, simulations and scenarios, these team contributed largely to the success of the project and literally, this is the last team that will step out of project's production area.

Among the group, only one failed to join our journey (Fatima). Five stayed with us for a while and left for the proverbial "greener pastures" (Fatz, Russell, Star, Whesly, and Benj)and Bles and Mervin were transferred to other team.

The team also witnessed its changing of leaders. Rhea Acuna started out as the team's lead but when she assumed the role of Group Lead after it was vacated, Eyah Acbo took the cudgels for the team. Another movement happened and this time, Rhea taking the role of the project's commander-in-chief and Eyah became the Group Lead for three other teams. We saw our fellow, Candy de Guzman rising from the ranks and became the team's Team Lead in a hotly contested race to the top. Her assumption to the post marks the start of the team's independence. From taking its baby steps to leaping into greater and bigger challenges which the team achieved and passed with flying colors. And early this year, Candy also left the team to a new project.

Reinforcements also joined the team during the course of 2008. Bobet came in January and Rochelle in March. Marvin and Shem jumped to our ship in April and towards the end of the year, Chester, Lovely, Mommy Jessie, and Camille followed.

Before the year ended, the team and the project were strucked with a sad news. The project will close down due to business reasons and as an effect, employees will be deployed one-by-one to different projects within the company.

But as another chapter about to end, a new beginning will unfold. As a token to my comrades, my friends, who fought side by side with me, I would like to give you an ode to salute you for the friendship that was built and will become the pendant in our hearts everywhere we will go.

For you Sandra, the grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.

For you Joric, you must have long term goals to keep you from being frustrated by short term failures

For you Marvin, it was the man's dream, and his inspiring attempt to make them come true that remain important

For you Connie, the difference between the impossible and the possible lies in a person's determination

For you Shabir, when your image improves, your performance improves

For you Kuya Bong, great things are not done by impulse, but by a series of small things brought together

For you Cyrus, in seeking happiness for others, you find it for yourself

For you Camille, we must risk going too far to discover just how far we can go

For you Weva, you already have every characteristic necessary for success if you recognize, claim, develop and use them

For you Bobet, Your reputation is in the hands of others. That's what a reputation is. You can't control that. The only thing you can control is your character

For you Julie, the first and the best victory is to conquer selfAnd to Chester, Lovely, Mommy Jessie, Shem, and Rochelle, the achievements of an organization are the results of the combined effort of each individual.

As I continue my journey, I will always treasure the memories I shared with you. The laughters, the tears, the arguments, and the sweet-nothings. God has been very grateful to me by showering my life with people like you.

MAY 29, 2009: AETERNUM VALE HARP TEAM!

Visita Iglesia 2009

Being born and raised from Catholic roots involves a lot of tradition. From attending mass regularly and making sure that all the feast day of saints and churches were remembered. My parents also decided to enter a catholic school to ensure that my catholic values is intact and my formation as a human being will be according to the teachings of the Lord. Well, I thanked my parents for being responsible and allowing me to be exposed on the works of the church.

One tradition that my parents taught me when I was growing up is remembering the sacrifices of Jesus Christ every Holy Week. During the Lenten season, I make sure that I do something in a form of penance that will at least in a bit absolve the sins that I made for the past year. Since 1990, I was in grade five then, I started doing the "Visita Iglesia" or the Way of the Cross. It is by replicating the passion of Jesus Christ from the time that He carried the cross up to time of His death in the mountain of Golgotha. Accompanied by my relatives and cousins, we will visit 14 churches and say the Prayer for the Stations of the Cross. One church represents a station of the cross and to do penance seriously, we walk all throughout.

When I reached college, that is the time that I decided to do it by myself. It is more solemn and I can reflect peacefully on the things that I did for the past year and this year marks the 19th year that I have been doing the Visita Iglesia consecutively.

Doing the Visita Iglesia is not your typical walk in the park thing. It needs willingness and clear motive in doing it. I always have this route plan. I cluster the churches according to their location. I start with the Station One or the first five churches that I will pass through my visit. These churches are the: Our Lady of the Assumption in Leveriza and the Our Lady of Remedies in Malate, the Nuestra Senora de Guia in Ermita, San Agustin Church, and the Manila Cathedral both in inside the walled city of Intramuros, Manila.

Visita Iglesia is being done during Holy Thursday and it is the same day when all the priests, seminarians, and lay persons under the Archdiocese of Manila attends the Chrism Mass held at the Manila Cathedral. It is difficult to squeeze inside the Cathedral because it is indeed jampacked.

After the Station One, I passed by the old buildings of Intramuros along the fabled and historical Pasig River and cross the Jones Bridge. Seeing the archway or the Filipino-Chinese Friendship Arch signifies only one place...Binondo.




Binondo is not only known for its delicious food place such as Eng Bee Tin for hopia and tikoy, Savory for its age-old roasted chicken, and Ang Tunay beef house, the genuine beef house in Manila. It is also the home of the one and only Filipino saint San Lorenzo Ruiz de Manila.

Commonly called Binondo Church it is formally named as Minor Basillica of San Lorenzo Ruiz de Manila and it is the first church to my Station Two.

Station Two consists of Minor Basillica of San Lorenzo Ruiz de Manila, the Immaculate Concepcion Chapel runned by the Franciscan Monks beside the Binondo Church, the Sta.Cruz Church in Carriedo, and the Basillica of the Black Nazarene or the Quiapo Church.

It was surprising to see when I passed by Quiapo church, there were flagellants that entered the church to the amazement of those who were still praying. This is the moment that I took my first pit stop. Traditionally, I start the Visita Iglesia without eating or drinking any. I will only drink my first after finishing the Station One and will have a light snack to provide me the energy at the middle of the Station Two.

After taking the stride in Quiapo, I crossed thru the Lacson underpass and to Hidalgo Street. It seems that it is not Holy Week, not only that most of the people in that area are our Muslim brothers. They too pay respect to Catholic festivities but what is really eye-catching is there were still people selling pirated dvds (but they were playing movies such as the Ten Commandments and Passion of Christ), street foods that will quench and fill of people doing the Visita Iglesia, and other electronic gadgets that you can find in Quiapo. Add to the mix are those vendors that still play loud music.

Quiapo is such a haven for people who really wants to know the culture of Filipinos in a quick glance. Jeepneys flying everywhere, people racing against time, and its history remains while everything around it changes.

The last batch of churches that I visited, I called them the Mendiola Swing. Along Hidalgo Street is a small chapel in honor of Jesus Christ's Holy Face, the Shrine of the Holy Face of Jesus and the Basillica of San Sebastian which I considered my favorite church after Malate Church. In the past, it will be followed by the Church of Benedictine Abbey or San Beda Church but this time, I decided to take the twin church in Bustillos Street, the Our Lady of Loreto Church and the St. Francis of Assisi.

Crossing the memorable statue of Don Chino Roces means that I am already in Mendiola and taking the last run of my journey. The Benedictine Abbey Church or San Beda, the Church of St. Jude, and the Church of San Miguel Archangel rounded up my Visita Iglesia for 2009.

It was an exhausting but meaningful journey. I had that very rare moment on reflecting about the things that I did for the past year whether good or bad. Having that moment of solitude with my Creator and talking thru my heart, it was a relief, like a fresh water that cleansed and bathe all the burdens in my heart. Reflecting on my belief that Jesus Christ died on the to redeem all the sins of mankind and in my own little way, pay respect thru penance, I can also redeem my own sins. Next year, I will take another journey and hopefully, till the last days of my life.