I Hardly Can Define an Admiration from First Love

This was an inspirational message that I delivered to my

Juniors and Seniors, Batch of 2009, last February 14.

Because this month of February is known among

young men and women to be Heart’s Day, most

specifically every 14^th day of the month, I share

them one of my best love story in life…my early

childhood story.

I was in Grade VI that time with the same month.

I received my first love letter from our Class

Valedictorian, a consistent valedictorian from

Grade I to VI. Some of us admire his extra talent,

hence I was not an exemption to it. I admire him

ever since, from the way he speak down to his way of

dressing. To be simple, I like every thing about him.

But when I received his letter, I got lost and cannot

define my mode. I feel the world trembling and

for an eagerness to discover the contents of it,

I hid the letter under my skirt and ran to the

School’s comfort room. I read the whole text

of the letter. What more to be found except

admiration from my simple beauty and being

friendly. I am a talented too, he spelled out!

But, I know I cannot bit him. At the bottom

of his letter…P.S. Please don’t fail to reply!

From the day I received his letter to date,

we never speak to each other. That was 1970

and our next acquaintance after our

Elementary Graduations was in 1988.

We happened to be in one Pediatric Clinic

and met every month for our child’s monthly

immunizations. But we never speak. I found out

from his wife that he is a license Engineer

married to the same Profession. They have

four children and I have three. The distance

that hindered us from our oldest trend were

his six letters that never acquired reply

from me. We were best friends then,

but since the date that I received his

first letter, I feel betrayed and I never

try to talk to him.

As I grew older, I understand that my

closeness to him then was a mere admiration

and not love. I understand to love always

finds its way, but I never did. As days

passed by, I found out that when we love

a person, his name sounds like music to

our ears and lingers even to a distance of

three layers walls. I feel confused because

after that six letters that I received from

him, my next lovers and more lovers seems

not original when they used to reasons

out how they like and being in love with

me. Majority of them all end up in expressing

that I am beautiful and very friendly.

Some words were not new to me any more.

My elementary admirer has said that

already, and therefore, I already

know that I am beautiful.

I’ve been in love for the first time too,

but when I tried to weigh the two, I

have lots of memories in my elementary

admirers because of his originality.

It is to him that I found that I am

really beautiful. If any one could found

this writing, I would like to invite their

attentions and please correct me if I

defined the two in a proper manner.

Though my anecdote in my early childhood

same funny, but it leaves a memory in my heart.

At the end of my speech because, this was an

inspirational message, I advise them not decide

hastily when dealing with a friend. Observe finely,

don’t be in a hurry in handling your true

feeling. You might misunderstand why she is too

close to you. She might just admire you for

what you are and not a lover and may cause

to lose her permanently, like mine.

The coming of the Junors and Seniors Promenade

We will be posting on the Juniors and Seniors Promenade! Place Keep us Posting. Very, very soon!

4rth founding anniversary

Bubonga-Maranato NHS will be having its 4th founding anniversary this ist week of February. This will give another breaks to students with their extra curricular activities.


Congratulations to the Faculty and Staffs and the management. The same is true with the students who will enjoy in 3days of full activities.


Yours truly still cannot attend to this very important events of the students for I will be having my another cycle of Chemo therapy for my illness.

Congratulations again!

happy new year to all my beloved readers! I hope to serve you too soon....am still sick

Pretty Good

I've been dreaming to rest from my rigid tasks in teaching. The moment I have such, I cannot feel the beauty of the world for I really cannot make. I've been sick since last October and this brought me to visit my Doctor in Cebu City. A higher amount have been spent for my recovery and still I'm weak to do my tasks in my blogs. My absence do not mean that I am lazy to make but I really missed my blogs as the are part of my world. I hop[e I can make again. This will cause for my temporary absence.

When Shall be the Dawn of Tomorrow

One roar of Motorcycle followed by numbers of Philippine Army Trucks and Army Tanks of not less than 10 or not more than 60, mothers tried to put on pillows on the heads of their children in order for them not to account the Government Forces that passes by in our community. We were on the affected area but not in the combat zone. Hours after the roars, the bombs control our very sense of hearing. Mothers can no longer put pillows in the heads of their children. The magnitude rang like an intensity of earthquake. Birds flew away from their sanctuary as chickens quaked. The scene was true for animals used for faming. They tried to pull off roofs that controlled them into the pasture. Perhaps, they have already this lesson that suspended the lives of other animals. Numbers of them have lost their lives in the hands of the Government Army. That was why they can recognize the familiar sounds of bombs.

One of our students confessed about the misfortune of his favorite horse which used to carry him in its back until his high school days. They cannot define the quaking of their chickens when the Government Army torched on their houses and group their horses, died instantly when they were fired by the same forces. It was a surprised for them for the combat zone was in the other province and not in their province. The man that the Army is hunting into was more than 20 kilometers away from this Barangay, though the two Province are adjacent with each other. It is unbelievable for them to be affected. They want to shout and deny that they were not for he saw his cousins fired when they tried to save their horses. His mother attempted to cool him off, explaining the extreme dawn of the day and it is not fine to keep awake. At his age, he knew he need not wait for the dawn for he lost his only horse which will bring him to school. The boy burst with tears as he remembered the last day with his horse.

I recall, this student has two sets of suit in a day. He separated one for school. He used to leave this horse away from the school vicinity, fearing to be the laughing stock of other students. He will be seeing his horse again in the afternoon upon dismissal. I cannot hold myself but cried too. He asked to be exempted in the second periodical examinations for he lost all his concentrations in taking the test. I did not allow him to be exempted for it is not fair for the rest of the class. I advise him to go home early and rest. When his worries subsided, I will be waiting for him and provide the special examinations instead. With a harsh voice, he whispered that he cannot promise for his comeback for there is no dawn for tomorrow any longer. I shook his shoulder and assured him that there is always dawn in a day as there is dawn in tomorrow. For me…the dawn is the time which I bring my horse to an early pasture for I will be riding on it for school. Before he went to school, the horse must be feed, he seconded. I understand his feeling. The dawn he was referring to is the pastoral time he used with his horse. I cannot account the same sentiments as there are more of our students who confessed their experiences, anecdotes and nightmares since the war begin.

I was left alone, counting every ring of the school bell until I forget my two subject assignments in the morning. I tried to account how many more students will I missed if the war continues. We have more than two dozens of them who asked for conditional absence. They have common reasons…it is the war. Some parents came to see me and asked for the best security we can provide if ever but I decline to declare for I know I cannot. For a situation like this, the parents prevail in deciding for their children. We as mentors can just sit and wait for any students who will come for schooling. Though majority of our students still come, but I was carried by the few who failed to move toward because of the hostilities. We can assure the best security at school but we cannot guarantee to and from school. Most of them were in remote places that safety measures do not warrant. We reminded them for their uniforms and Identification Card for it distinguishes from government enemies. I know it is not enough that is why I did not promise.

The variance begun last August and we do not know when it ended. No one can predict for every time the two forces recognize the other as enemy, there will always conflict, as the dawn for tomorrow is too long to shine for those affected by their magnitude

The Importance of Modifying an Audience

Having phobia on the on going conflict between the Arm Forces of the Philippines and the Bangsamoro Army, the School principal disseminate some precautionary measures and defensive technique on how to skip the variance. After the Flag Ceremony, she brought the students into attention. The students were silence and attentive in waiting for her declaration.

Principal: The on going clashes with the Arm Forces of the Philippines and the Bangsamoro is thing about we must consider. I want you to stay in the campus. Did you see that bill board under the Marang tree?

Students: Yes Ma’am…!

Principal: What is that?

Students: Ma’am, “NO LOITERING”!

Principal: Very Good! That means, you must be inside the school campus! Are you aware of the recent inconsistency?

Students: Yes Ma’am!

Principal: Can you tell me? Any body, five points for a good answer!

Student: Ma’am, the difference between the Arm Forces of the Philippines and the Bagsamoro Army!

Principal: and then…?

Students: (in chorus) War!

Principal: Alright, since you are too young to understand, let me directs you to some security measures. Consider this flag to be your base. You sit under the shade of our National Flag, the Flag of the Philippines. If you do, INSHA= ALLAH, you will stay unharmed. Both Combatants will recognize you as Law Abiding citizen. Do not forget, “sit under the shade of the Philippine Flag. You can now report to your respective Classroom.

The principal enters to her office and prepare for her instructional materials. As she go through with her first group of students in that day, she found few who are not around. She started to check the attendance when one student raised her hand and say, “Ma’am, others are still outside!” She instructed the same to call her classmates in order for them to begin.

After a while, the student came rushing. She reported on the others refusal to enter in their classroom. The later are afraid to get in, for they are scared of soldiers. With out verifying further, the principal rushed and ordered to search every classroom to check on the presence of what the students were alarmed of soldiers. They checked every corners of the room and found nothing to be alarmed in.

The principal returned to the Flagpole and face the students calmly. With a tone of low voice, she asked the remaining students what made them stay under the sun, guarding the flying flag. One very shy student answered that, again they were afraid of soldiers. But… who told you there are? The principal ask slowly. I will be giving bonus for the first student who will provide me the best information about your fear, said the principal. The students answered almost in chorus and said…You say it just now! We must sit under the shade of the flag to remain unharmed! The poor principal scratched her head, twisting her neck for she was punished by herself. The announcement was made clear but interpreting about sitting under the shade of the Philippine Flag was too meaningful that mere High School students cannot understands for it requires number of books to define it fully.

The principal was slightly wrong when she uses meaningful lines to an audience that ranges from 12-15. She mistook the audience to be a group of Lawyers or Journalists. Perhaps the said school official was in a hurry to bring the school away from the present conflicts. That was why she was not able to evaluate her audience. The students concerned must be thankful to their school principal.

This concerned me a lot. When I am giving lectures and advise to my students, I always see to it that the words I spelled will not spoil their younger mind. I rather used words of comparisons than contrasts. Using contrast might not be visible to them. We may rotten their sense of silence and keep the opposite.

The sensitivity of the variance today requires careful approach when imparting to the young generations. They are not supposed to misunderstand the conflicts for we might be putting them at risked. They are our hope, because when everything subsided, we need their support in any form. Let us protect the young, as we mentors see the magnitude of the students to prop up in the near future. They may be are significance to hold up our objectives as Bangsamoro.