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Saturday, March 22, 2014

The Memoir of a First Time Traveller

                        Everyone in this universe, I believe all want to travel.  Right? Who doesn’t want here? If so, I suppose you’re not a human. But I think everyone here loves to travel. Okay. And if yes, who among you here have ever travelled far, alone I prefer, for the very first time?

                        You know, first times are always remarkable, believe me? Yes, I will tell you why?

                        Being one of the young leaders of the Filipino youth, who represented and raised the Philippine flag in Japan, alone. Yes, alone. And what’s interesting was, it’s my first time. Prior to the date of my schedule to fly to Manila for the orientation, I felt so much excitement. Looking at the itinerary of our entire program in Japan added a maximum level of excitement, reading those places listed in for I am anticipating how beautiful and wonderful are those places maybe. Like the Nagoya Castle that I only wished before but at this moment I have a real schedule to visit that ever dreamed place, as in literally. Imagine that? 

                        Now, came was the day, and I was ready to go. Very excitedly, feeling half-frightened-half-nervous-half-happy, the feeling of “I don’t know” was the only feeling I have that moment when I arrived at the Zamboanga International Airport at 6:00 o’clock in the morning.

                        Filling in the line for passengers bound for Manila, I always took note of the advice given by my friend, who is a traveller, she said, “whatever happens in the airport, I  should always go where the flow of the people.” I think, she was right, and I believed her. Yes, it is, she was right. With my passport, my ID in a separate handy pouch and my luggage, I checked in for the very first time.

                        “Sir, kindly remove your shoes.” Said the security guard. “And you belt, Sir.”
                        To me, I was not informed that in the airport, we need to take-off the belt and shoes and anything before we can check in in. It’s kind of “duh” feeling.

                        “And wait, your watch, Sir. Please remove.” He was not done yet.

                        After the security check, I looked around where should I have to settle down. Because the teller at the counter earlier where I checked in my luggage says, I will just relax and wait for further instructions, and she said, I will just have to listen to the speaker phone in the passenger waiting area.

                        I have seen two groups of passenger, I read in one row “PAL Express” and the other row, “Cebu Pac.” I said to myself, “Ok, I’ll just wait here and listen for further announcements, whatsoever.”

                        “Attention passengers of Cebu Pacific flight 5971, bound for Manila. Please get ready for the plain is about to take off and we are ready for boarding in about 10 minutes.”

                        I felt nervously-wow! “What should I do now?”

                        I was already boarded and all where have no familiar faces, I looked at the lady beside me. She looked like a monster. And the guy behind looked like  a nerd. I was seated  in the middle of the row. It feels like “Gosh, is this hell?” I can’t actually move for I am ashamed if I might be embarrassed.

                        I sneaked in to the window and looked outside, and the woman stared at me. But anyway, when I arrived at NAIA, the chaos has begun.

                        The airplane landed and the people passengers were rushing to get off the plain. Now, I do not know what to do for my luggage were not with me. I was thinking if the other passengers have not yet taken their luggage so, I was like, “My God, my luggage is gone.” Because we were asked to take in the bus. “And then my luggage?” To myself, I was becoming hysterical, really.

                        I was spotting the lady that was seated beside me earlier  in the plane but now she was gone, I couldn’t see her anymore. I was thinking I was lost. Again, I recalled the what my friend had told me, “Go wherever the people go.” But how? There are hundreds of people already inside the NAIA, in the escalator and everywhere, I cannot remember already who my seatmates were in the plane. I can’t already figure out there faces. I was totally lost. And my luggage?

                        Then I went down, there I saw groups of people with trollies and their luggage. Where is mine? I saw some are waiting, so I said, “Ah, so I should also wait until my luggage will come out.” Then all people in the line were gone and the luggage counter has stopped already. Only to realized I was in a wrong terminal. And what shamefully-funny was, my luggage were the only items left in the other terminal.

                        The Japanese committee, who was assigned to fetch me was already calling me for they were already  waiting outside the airport for  about 2 hours. I was supposed to get out of the airport on or before 8:00 o’clock. It was really great, indeed! And you know what, I was not actually answering them because I felt so awkward to answer them my 3210 Nokia phone that I can’t speak with but a loudspeaker. And what’s worst was, it has a very bad battery. It feels so much agony.

                        While in the taxi, it feels so “wow, building are so huge, as in really? I am in Manila, the capital city? Amazing!” Then I read signages like “This way to North Bound Lane.” The overpass, there was underpass, stuff like that. I said to myself, “Wow sosyal!”
                        Then at Manila Hotel. It’s a very big hotel. First time. The big chandelier. Amazing. The lobby, the couch are well arranged. Sexy front desk personnel. I said, “Wow, this is paradise.” Then the rest is history.

                        But wait, part two. In Japan. The CR thing. The most memorable to me. CRs in Japan  are like robot, you don’t need to wash your butt. And careful, it has hot and cold or else your anus will become tinola. And that what’s supposed to happen to me. Why? I’ll tell you later. 

Saturday, March 15, 2014

A Lonesome Valentines

Shall I call you for a dance
'Till the night will be morning
Since the day you left
I still long
Your hugs and kisses
Your sweet smile, tender heart
But I know those were the days
when you were mine, dearly mine

Now, again I am vain
Vain for longing for the hands
that I used hold
The hair, that I used to caress
the You that I used to hug
But I know those were the days
when you were mine, dearly mine

As I lit the candle tonight
I remember all your laughs
Your smiles, your jokes
Your ponytail, your skinny jeans
When we're seated on a couple sheet 
of white cloth with petals spreads
A red rose
and a scented burry ice cream
But I know those were the days
when you were mine, dearly mine

How I wish those were forever
You'd promised me to stay
For as long as forever
You'd promise me to wait
'Till the day that I have you a ring
You'd promised me you'll stay
For me, for me forever
but you broke it
As you shut off the candle light
that night, that very night

I am vain now
I am vain and I am afraid
that I will not be inloved again
I am vain and I am afraid 
that someone would bleed my heart again
I am vain and I am afraid
that someone would broke those promises again
I am vain, really I am

But those were the day
when you were mine, not now

About the Poem
The Poem, "A Lonesome Valentine" was written by Jon Page (me) on February 14. Just for fun... :)

Thursday, May 16, 2013

My Most Tragic Experience

This is a family story shared and written by Jovie Payusan, a BPE student of Western Mindanao State Univeersity (WMSU), Zamboanga City. Enjoy...

            By the first week of November, 2005.I was 11, an elementary graduating student from San Jose Central School, Basilan Province. I have noticed that my father, Lorenzo Payusan who was employed from one of the companies in our province, behaved in different way from his usual behavior. He tend to act oddly things like smiling and talking alone, uttering unpleasant words to my mother and accusing her for having other men. Those behaviors of him made me realized that there was something wrong in him. I shared my observations to my mother and she said that she observed the same thing. At first, only the two of us knew what’s going on with him. We didn't care about it, we were afraid to accept the fact that he was out of his mind.

            My two brothers Lorenzo and Jim were staying on my cousins’ house, Maureen. Lorenzo the older one, stops schooling after he graduated his high school while Jim, next to him, was a fourth year high school that time, shocked or should I say they became speechless for a while when I've told them the situation of our father. They hardly believed what I’ve said, “then  for you to believe, see him” I said.

            As I watched them approaching towards my father, their eyes seemed like the eyes of a child crying for his mother to leave. I thought they were stronger than me, because they were boys but I was wrong. My mother started crying too. I tried to become tough than I could but I can no longer resist it. The tears in my eyes burst while my mind started to rewind all the memories we’ve shared with my father like lying on the floor while my head was on his arm, took  care of me when I got sick and etc.

            He was my best friend, my companion and most of all my beloved father. And now that man was here in front of me smiling on the air, talking to nobody but nobody’s there. He looks very pathetic on his condition.

             I asked “Nganong kami pa man pagkadaghang tawo sa kalibutan nganu kami pa, pobre pa jud.” (Why us, of all the people in the world, why us, we are so poor.)

            I keep on praying to the lord to heal my father but nothing had happened. As days passed, my mind started questioning ‘Is there really God?’ why he didn’t do anything to help my father. My father acts violently like shouting outside the house. Some of our neighbors asked’ what happened to your father? Is he insane?’’.Hearing the word insane really breaks my heart, I shouted ‘who cares’’. I cried again.

           We brought him to the ‘albularyos’ (quack doctors) but nothing happened rather his condition became worst. With the help of some of my kind-hearted neighbors, they gave us advice that we should asked help to the company where he works. We have received some benefits from the company .We brought him to the Zamboanga Medical Center. We found out that he was suffering from Psychotic Disorder and confined there for one week .When he got home he seemed to be okay, but after a week we can no longer provide him his daily medicine because of financial problem.

            Again he started to do things that were unusual for a normal person. That’s why, my two brothers tried to find a job to help provide our needs. It’s like a blessing in disguise when my cousin’s husband a foreman, need two budders on the rubber factory where he works. He automatically recommends my brothers and fortunately they were hired. Both of them earned a salary out of that, and have supported my fathers’ maintenance medicine. The recovery of my father went smoothly and has been cured after a year but sad to say until now he was still in taking his daily medicine in a small dosage.

            Nowadays, we are staying with my sister’s house since her husband died a year ago. From that experience I’ve realized that in every problem we may encounter there’s always a solution.Dont blame God for having that problem instead thanks him for sharing it to you, why? Because problems act as a factor for you to fight to become stronger and tough than you ever think. THANKS GOD.WE SURVIVED.

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Sunday, April 14, 2013

Walang Katapusan

Naaalala ko pa
No'ng una tayong nagkita
Para kang isang magandang diwata
Hinahanap-hanap ka
Ng aking mga mata

Simula nong tayo’y magkasama
Ang buhay ko ay puno ng sigla
Para kang Rebisco
‘Ang sarap ng feeling ko!’

Lagi kong dinarasal
Sa Poong Maykapal
Na sana'y ‘wag na matapos ito

Oh sinta ko!
‘Wag mo akong iiwan
Sapagkat sa puso ko’y
Ikaw ang nilalaman
Hinding-hindi kita 
Ipagpapalit nimo man
Dahil ang puso ko
Ay sayo lamang nakalaan

Simula noong nagmahal ako
Ng gaya mo
Ang puso’t isip ko ay
Nasa sayo
Pero kahit mayroon kang iba
Minahal pa rin kita ng sobra

Gusto kitang makasama ngunit
Wala ka
‘Di ko alam kung bakit
Minahal kita ng sobra
Ngunit  masaya ako
Kapag ikaw na ang kasama

Para kang bituin
Sa kalangitan na gusto kong mahawakan
Pinapasaya mo ako
Sa oras ng aking kalungkutan

Kahit ilang pasko
Ang hihintayin ko
Bumalik ka lng sa piling ko
 Pinagpala ang makilala ka
Ikaw ang dahilan
Kung ba’t ako masaya

Ngunit sa kabila ng lahat
Ako’y iyong kinalimutan
Para akong tanga
Nagmamahal pa rin
Kahit nasasaktan

Sapagkat nagbago ang lahat
Dahil sa iyong pinakita
Di na ako nag-aalangan
Na ibuhos ng buo
Ang batid ng aking nararamdaman

Tanging hiling ko'y
Sana, 'di tayo humantong sa katapusan
Dahil ang pinapangarap ko
Ay walang hanggang

About the Poem
This poem "Walang Katapusan" is a tagalog poem inspired by love. A love that transpires emotional desire to a holistic note. Inspired by the wonderful love story of Richmond and Michelle.
Read more of free my tagalog poems here.

Sunday, February 24, 2013

The Pride of Tomorrow

(A class prophesy for the high school batch 2013-2014 of Bethany Child Development Center, Zamboanga City)

               The rays of the sun outside my windowpane create bright lines to my marble ceiling that reflects directly to my closed eyes. I was awakened by the bright sunlight! The curtains are swaying as the cool summer breeze enters to my room. It was a cool bright Sunday morning. That was the brightest day I ever had ever since the snow has gone. That was one Sunday, one cool summer, one great morning of my life since I went back to my hometown after my sojourn to the city that never sleeps – New York.

               Outside, were a number of cute little children playing on the playgrounds. Only laughter and trace of their shoes on the grasses are the signs of complete joy and harmony with these little children. They were orphaned, seeking complete love, care and happiness. And it was I who fill them.

               It was almost 8:00 o’clock, and I must have to prepare for a morning session of praising God through his words by teaching those little children in the orphanage. On the hallway of the 6 storey building to the church, I met Peter Gabriel Encarnacion, the founder of the orphanage. It was he who invited me to visit his foundation here in Zamboanga.

              “Wow! Good morning dear. How was your sleep? Haven’t you recovered yet from jetlag?” He said.

              I smiled and said, “Yeah pretty cool. I really love watching children in joy.” We were walking together in the aisle of the hallway. “I’m meeting them in a while. I’m excited to meet them personally.”

               While walking with Peter, I saw beautiful and stunning paintings on the wall. I stopped and scrutinized the beauty of art. I was surprised and amazed by the signature on it – Kendrick Fernandez.  A painter now? Wow, that was marvelous. No doubt, because while I was in New York before, I heard him passed the exam. He is a painter and an architect. So overwhelming!

              Anyway, I must go on. I will be late.

              The children welcomed me with pure smile. That indicates that they were raised properly with complete motherhood and parental care by Ms. Blessie Mansilla who is now Encarnacion since she is the wife of the founder Peter. They got married after she got her degree in medicine, and devote herself to manage the orphanage that her husband, Peter, has founded.

               It was already 9:00 o’clock and the session should have started but some of the children were gone and they were out in the teaching room. I heard the melodious Godly praises of the choir from the church in the next building. Those were the voices of adults. The place was not so familiar to me since that was my first time to visit the Encarnacion Orphanage. So, I was confused where the children went. They must have to attend the Sunday school.

              I looked around, they were not in the playground. They were not in the lobby. They were not in their rooms. So, where were they? They were gone. They will be late.
In my surprised, I found them at the sofa of the accommodation room watching at the flat screened high definition TV, that Mary Angelique Anova – a business woman- had donated, the TV program was a Sunday morning program, a talent search show hosted by the most popular breakdancers, Al- Aikeen Alam and Al-Ameer Abdurahman. The children said those people were their idolized dancers and some of them proud to become one sooner in one of these days. I was totally amazed. Then I lead them to the Sunday class for the others were waiting for them, so the session could begin.

              The Sunday school ended.

               I felt tired the whole day inside the orphanage playing around with the children. So, I sneaked to my room and napped for a while for I am planning to roam around the city of Zamboanga.

                 It was years ago that I have eaten kwek-kwek in the boulevard that now are of huge buildings and first class establishments. Tricycles before going to pueblo are now air-conditioned high-tech taxis and they are owned by the most successful man in land transportation industry - Mr. Deneb Tan. The ugly airport before is now is as big as of NAIA and they are accommodating direct flights to US and Europe – the Zamboanga Airlines which is owned by the Multi-Billionaire Febryan CastaƱeda. And the old Garden Orchid Hotel was bought by Albert Paolo Granaderos and now renovated as one of the tallest buildings in the country serving most delicious dishes and five star accommodation made possible by the hand of the ever creative and  international awardee individual in the person of Chef Eve Therese Monsanto with the genuine idea of the ever thoughtful executive manager Miss Nichole Ezekiel Marcial. The renovation of the building, was done by well-known Engineer Michael Angelo Ho, who was married to a doctor Sheena Mae Agbulos who transformed Zamboanga into a more healthful environment. She offered cheap but of quality health services to the less fortunate ZamboangeƱos. Together with her dynamic beautiful nurses who came home from Dubai and desired to serve their own country, they were Jasmeen Yusah, Kriztine Clairence Mirasol and Ermelou Caluscusin together with the ever famed surgeon Dr. Rhea Cristhee Tan.

                It was years that I was not here, but everything has changed. Wow. I can’t really believe it. Zamboanga before is not the Zamboanga now. Amazing! It feels like I am in a new environment of the new adventure. My poor hometown before now becomes a city of fantasy where prosperity and wealth abound.

                “Buenas dias, Doc!” Mr. David Manuel-Sarail, one of my teachers before in Bethany, jokingly greeted me as I met him on the beverage section of the best grocery stores in the city. I was buying a tea that time. The name of the store was new to my conscience, and it seemed familiar – URO Mall.  “Do you know the owner of this mall?” Mr. David asked. I never knew that it was owned by Mr. Renzo Joshua Uro, he was my classmate before. We were the students of Mr. David. Yeah, I remembered him. Surprising! I went out.
My visit to the orphanage was over, and I need to say goodbye to the children of the Encarnacion’s. With the memories that I had with them, it will surely inspire me to finish my book that I am writing as an accomplished pediatrician in New York. To experience the life of the little children brought me enough courage to pursue my goal and finish my pediatric research.

                I left Zamboanga and went back again to the city that never sleeps to finish my research and to set back my time to the children who need my tender-loving-care in one of the best Children’s hospital in New York City.

               All my bags are packed, and I was ready to go. Preparing myself to an early morning flight, I sat down in the sofa for a while and opened the TV. “The controversial hunk actor Angelo Delo Santos is confined at the Dean’s Medical Center due to cardiac arrest and ….”  Reported the anchor of the Laxamana Break News (LBN Networks).

               The Dean’s Medical Center that was mentioned in the TV broadcast was of James Dean Yee, a doctor, an international Cardiologist, is the favorite health center of most of the actors and actresses in show business. The Laxamana Break Networks, on the other hand was owned by Rixie Adrian Laxamana, who was married to Roxanne Santos, a successful lawyer.

                Oops! It’s too late to watch the whole news, so I went to the airport for check in. While on the plain, I kept some notes on the pad that I put in my pocket earlier. I wrote, “May 28, 2025: Notes of the Day.” This is what I usually write when I take down note of the things I observed daily. Then I numbered it, “1. I will be leaving my country Philippines and bring the memories to New York.” Then I continue writing numbers 2, 3, 4, 5, and so on listing all the thoughts that I have in mind. The plane took off. I comforted myself on the plane’s seat.

                  I was seated near the window, beside me was the gorgeous lady; her name as she introduced me was Rebecca Thea Olivera, I saw her in travel magazines and now I met her personally. What an awesome experienced!

                 “Excuse me Ma’am, I am Jericho Richard Yee, your cabin steward.” He called up my attention for I was not listening to the instruction played on the speaker. “Please fasten your seatbelt for we are experiencing some mild turbulence.” He continued. “Do you have some concerns, Ma’am?” I can’t still get over of the things happening on the plain. Was I dreaming? I asked myself. Imagine, I sat beside Rebecca, a famous traveler? Gosh! I can’t really believe it!

                  “No. Nothing… Thank you!” I smiled to the handsome flight steward Jericho.
Clock turned. And several hours on the plain, several movies played on the screen. I get the magazine flipped on the back pocket of the plane seat. The magazine was one of the famous wedding magazines circulating worldwide; on the cover was an elegant pose of a highly paid animator; a model and an actress Miss Bianca Ellice Luistro. I opened the pages of the magazine, I was interested to read the feature article about the International Wedding coordinator. I was stunned to meet her for I was planning to get a very good wedding coordinator for my wedding. As I read her profile, she graduated her high school at Bethany in Zamboanga, wow, my alma mater, and she got numerous awards while studying in UP Diliman where she earned her masters’ degree in Education. She went to London and excelled in her career as a wedding coordinator. She was Fritzie-anne Enriquez. She is one of the successful women in history. I said to myself. I will meet her for my wedding. Then I silently laughed.

                     The Zamboanga Airlaines stopped over China because my flight was not direct to New York. I was so tired. I was hungry of course, because I did not eat my meal in the plane because I have an allergy of shrimps.

                     At the China International Airport, I looked for a nearby restaurant that was about 12:00 pm, so it was lunch time. I want soup. I was thirsty. I was hungry. I was exhausted. I saw Canda’s Filipino Style Cuisine, wow, that was great. A Filipino cuisine in China? Near the airport? Really?  Yeah. That was owned by Chef  Cherry Joy Canda, the cheerful chef who always puts smile to everything she cooks. I was full. “Maraming salamat chef!” As I say farewell to her after eating their house specialty, the Sinigang na Bangus.
I went back to the airport. Another flight, another plane, another people inside the plane. That was my connecting flight to New York. May 28, 2025, China, 1:15 pm.

                  “This is China Airlines, and the plane is about to take off. Please turn off all your electronic devices. We are about to take off at exactly 1:20 pm. Our current time is 1:16pm. And our flight destination is New York International Airport. This is Captain Christian John Salvador and my co-pilot Captain Dexter Abrigo.  Wait for further instructions by our cabin assistants. Thank you!”

                  Everytime  I boarded an airplane I always took note of the names of the pilot. Thus, I listed Captain Christian John Salvador and Captain Dexter Abrigo. Their names seemed familiar, and I know they areFilipinos but they are piloting international flights. In China? Amazing!

                  I got bored; I turned on the screen in front of my seat. I watched replays of the recorded basketball series of  NBA, there I saw Ryan Christian Macaso , dribbling the ball for championship versus  Miami Heat. The game got boring, I switched to music, to games, to movies, and switched back again. On my right side, a snappy and neat gentleman called the attention of my eyes, he was handsome masculine and somewhat cute. He was Mr. Cloyed Cruz, a young businessman heading for an entrepreneurial meeting in Nashville. “Our company is one of the leading companies endorsed by Taylor Swift – a clothing line industry.” He said.  Our conversation didn’t last longer for we have nothing to talk to. I don’t want to open topics for him because I might destruct him. So, I enjoy myself reading the magazines.  I fell a slept.

                    I heard the banging sound of the big cargo trucks, the chiming bells of the sidewalk music performers, the guitar, the drum, groove of the reggae music and the silhouette of the Metropolis is over head. I was already in New York.

                   I enjoyed reminiscing the memories of my childhood specially my high school days. Everytime I logged in to facebook, I always checked the page that my classmate Bhea Calapardo created before, who is an Engineer of her own construction firm now. Everytime I hear the word engineer she was one who first come to mind. She married now to Christian Jay Opulencia, who is also an engineer. They are such a happy married couple.

                   Not only them who became engineers, but  also Mohammad Adrean Ebojo, and  Mohammad Jadid Abdusalam Mangandog who were now in Singapore and in Malaysia. Mark Mondido now is in Canada, he really became a lawyer. I remembered before when we were high school that everytime I asked him what he wanted to be when he grow old he said “ Lawyer, a lawyer!” and now he became. I also remembered Roylan Bugay, that inspite of his family name, because “bugay”  in Bisaya is naughty. And naughtiness is not himself. We can see him now as one of the most successful Certified Public Accountant. He really did well.
Those were just memories I have in mind, while sitting on my sofa from work.  I stirred the cup of tea. Then I reminisced again.

                   I was 35 years old that time. I was done with my research and my book has been published and released worldwide. Many young medical practioners enjoyed reading my books. I published another book again and I continued my mission as a care provider of young children as a pediatrician.  Several years later, I went back to the Philippines and wear the marriage ring. I got a wonderful son and a beautiful daughter. They were like me, they enjoy living Christian life. 

About this Creatives
This creatives "The Pride of Tomorrow" is a Class Prophecy, was written by me intended for the high school batch 2013-2014 of the Bethany Child Development Center (BCDC), Zamboanga City - presented during the Junior and Senior's Promenade night at Astoria Covention Hall, Astoria Regency, Zamboanga City last February 23, 2013.

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