My day today!

I'm currently at school right now, at the ITRZ. Spending my account. Its only 347 minutes only remaining. This coming December 18, 2008 it will be the day after tomorrow there will be Christmas caroling for a caused held at the Auditorium at 6:00pm. I'm nervous about it because it is an inter department choral contest. We as an IT student will sing Villancico (tagalog) -its the contest piece; and Carols of the Bells - our warm up song.
Currently, we still sing out of tune although it will be on the next day after tomorrow. But I think we sound nice if we are complete. Hopefully we can sing better in the contest proper.
Anyway, Jonas - former co member of the UIC choral was there to help us. He will be the one to conduct our group.
Although I'm nervous, I'm still excited for this event because I still believe that we can sing better from time to time. I see improvements among the members of the group.
Hopefully, I may see the gift from God to know how to lead a group, how to teach someone the way of singing specially choral singing.
Perhaps my greatest achievement as for now will be when I see myself improved some else's voice. I want to see myself as an effective teacher, not only in music but also in other aspects. But I would prefer to see myself as an effective teacher in the field of music first. I think it is more challenging.
Honestly, up to now, it frustrate me most every time I rehearse and I see that there is no improvement in the group after we have finished a rehearsal.
I think I just did wasted our time.
For now, I must always set goals must be little goals only, before the rehearsal. A goal which I
can surely make.
I'm just writing without thinking here! hahaha... :D goodbye! Until next post!

A Special Chocolate quote

"You can always crave for any, but there will always be that special chocolate that's enough for you to forget the rest..."

a lot like love. Ü

what DESTINY is

DESTINY is something we've invented...


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because we can't stand the fact that
everything that happens is the result of our choice...

New revised dictionary:

ALLOWANCE - motivates students to go to school.

BONUS - key to pass the exam..

I.D. - alternative ruler to draw a line.

STUDYING - causes sleepiness faster than a sleeping pills...

UNIFORM - where you wipe your wet hands after going to C.R...

TOMORROW - always deadline...

CLINIC - home of best actors/actress.

NERD - best friend during exams

Poor Prince

A prince was cursed by a witch
that he could speak only one word per year.
But if he doesn't,
he could save the words for the next year.

One day he saw a pretty princes
and fell in love.

He waited for ten years to say,
"darling i love you,
i would like to marry you.."

and guess what the princess replied.
she just simply said,

"pardon?"

Prelim Quiz 1

Assessment Name » Literature: An Introduction Quiz 1

	Question		Type	Score
	1.	In this literary approach, literature is viewed to elucidate "reaction-response" which is considered something very personal, relative, and fruitful. (1 pts)	Multiple Choice	0 pts
		Answer	Submitted
	Historical Sociological Impressionistic Psychological		Historical
	2.	A literary approach that viewed literature intrinsically, independent of the author, age, or any other extrinsic factor. The study of the selection is more or less based on the so-called "literary elements." (1 pts)	Multiple Choice	0 pts
		Answer	Submitted
	Humanistic Cultural Formalistic Sociological		Humanistic
	3.	A literary approach that sees literature as one of the manifestations and vehicles of a nation's or race's culture and tradition. It includes the entire complex of what goes under "culture" - the technological, artistic, sociological, ideological aspects. (1 pts)	Multiple Choice	1 pts
		Answer	Submitted
	Cultural Sociological Formalistic Historical		Cultural
	4.	This literary approach sees literature as the product of one's "personality," of "inner drives," of "neurosis." (1 pts)	Multiple Choice	0 pts
		Answer	Submitted
	Sociological Psychological Historical Impressionistic		Impressionistic
	5.	It refers to the body of literary productions, either oral, written or visual, containing imaginative language that realistically portrays thoughts, emotions, and experiences of the human condition. (1 pts)	Multiple Choice	0 pts
		Answer	Submitted
	Literary Standards Literary Approaches Literary Models Literature		Literary Models
	6.	Which of the following cannot be considered a literature? (1 pts)	Multiple Choice	1 pts
		Answer	Submitted
	short story scientific findings drama poem		scientific findings
	7.	A literary standard which believed that literature appeals to everyone, regardless of culture, race, sex and time which are all considered significant. (1 pts)	Multiple Choice	1 pts
		Answer	Submitted
	Spiritual Value Style Permanence Universality		Universality
	8.	The plays and sonnets of Shakespeare were written in 16th century, however those were appreciated and admired by the people of the 21st century. What literary standard is shown by this? (1 pts)	Multiple Choice	1 pts
		Answer	Submitted
	Suggestiveness Spiritual Value Permanence Artistry		Permanence
	9.	When we read literature we can learn the language of other country. For example, you discovered that the word "manok" in Bahasa Indonesia has the same meaning with the "manok" in Cebuano. What literary model is shown by this? (1 pts)	Multiple Choice	1 pts
		Answer	Submitted
	Cultural Language Personal Growth Social		Language
	10.	The poem "Death Be Not Proud" by John Donne of the United States of America mocks death. The speaker believes that Death is impotent, powerless and not dreadful. Upon reading the poem, you were convinced that the author had a good perception about death and you believed in him. You shared it to others. What literary standard is manifested here? (1 pts)	Multiple Choice	0 pts
		Answer	Submitted
	Spiritual Value Suggestiveness Style Universality		Suggestiveness
	11.	Which of the following is not a genre of literature? (1 pts)	Multiple Choice	1 pts
		Answer	Submitted
	drama fiction non-fiction poetry		non-fiction
	12.	Literature is a product of imagination. History on the other hand deals with facts. Literature and History are the same. (1 pts)	Multiple Choice	0 pts
		Answer	Submitted
	Sentence 1 is incorrect. Sentence 2 is incorrect. Sentence 3 is incorrect. The whole passge is correct.		The whole passge is correct.
	13.	It refers to a literary work expressed in verse, measure, rhythm, sound, and imaginative language and creates an emotional response to an experience, feeling, or fact. (1 pts)	Multiple Choice	1 pts
		Answer	Submitted
	prose poetry essay drama		poetry
	14.	A literary approach that viewed to discuss man and its nature. It presents man as essentially rational; that is, endowed with intellect and free will; or that the piece does not misinterpret the true nature of man. (1 pts)	Multiple Choice	1 pts
		Answer	Submitted
	Historical Humanistic Sociological Psychological		Humanistic
	15.	Which of the following statement is not correct about literature? (1 pts)	Multiple Choice	1 pts
		Answer	Submitted
	Literature us language in use that provides insights & intellectual stimulation. Literature is a product of a particular culture. Literature is an art. Literature deals with truth.		Literature deals with truth.

In memory of Julius

I happened to read a poem from our school literary folio named "Roots". I have no idea before reading it. After I had read it, I realized that it was kinda scary...

by Elline Faith L. Ponce

He used to smile
He used to laugh
He used to be happy
And he was not used to cry.

He used to climb mountains,
He used to reach the sky,
He used to conquer the earth
And he never said goodbye.

He was there to help us
He was there to save us
He used to be with us
But he hanged his self and escaped the reality of love
That he left us.

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How to Connect three VLANs in two different Switches

I had finished our activity in packet tracer.
Our requirement was to connect the VLAN to the other switch.


VLAN NAME MEMBERS
Admin pc1 and PC6
Cashier PC2 and PC5
HR PC4 and 3

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Beautiful quote

I said to God that..

"I Hate Life"

God replied:

"who asked you to Love life..?"

just Love Me & Lyf
wil be beautiful.

^_^. have a blessed day

I feel guilty in our practice

We practice the song Prayer of St Francis of Robert del Gado. It's our second practice but then we still did not sing it right. Before the practice, my plan was to polish the song and give dynamics to it. I based the dynamics from the interpretation of the Philippine Madrigal Singers. I studied about it. I marked my piece. You can see that the interpretation of Madz has full of dynamics. So I applied that dynamics to our choir. but unfortunately, i can't see them to like it. Yah, I can say that it is over - I mean, the way I teach it to the choir, the interpretation is kinda (OA - over acting).
I feel guilty, for teaching the choir that way. Because I can observe that it hurts them.
Each time we finished it singing, they are like over exhausted. They seems like to be fainting...
I think I'm a bad conductor. I need a formal education maybe. But I can't afford it anymore. I think I can learn conducting in just an experience.
I feel guilty for my singers. I might thought them the wrong ones.
I'm so sorry guys. :'(
Hope I can learn how to be a good conductor. What songs that suites our choir? How to motivate choir? How to give a right interpretation to a song?
I am so disappointed.
Not to my choir for not producing a good sound. I guess its my fault. I feel disappointed to my self.

A beautiful day, a beautiful experience

The tournament for TKD has over. Yeah! I got a silver. I won the first fight with the font kick in his face in a Sudden Death match. :) haha... anyway, I think we were not really hurt because we both have the complete gear. I think.
After my first fight, I hurried to the clinic for a rest. I think I lack oxygen in that fight because the time I remove my head gear, I see black on the side of my head. And there, I decided not to fight for the championship because I don't want to get injured. I really don't want to fight anymore. And if I fight, I am sure I will get lost because my energy has loosen already. But my coach encouraged me to fight for the sake of our department. Because of the people around me, I decided to fight for the championship. But the idea of fighting just for the sake of those people around me to see me fight is still there, I don't care if I loose that time for as long as i won't get injured. My body is most important than my department. Because in the first place, my parents did not agree me to fight. They want me to back out because they see that my body is not prepared for a fight in the arena. Anyway, I fight for the last time.
However, I got loose on my 2nd fight. Hmm... not really a bad fight for me. But the truth is, I was planning not to fight for the championship round because I am okey for just a silver (anyway its only for a experience). I lost with his flying kick to my head. It was not really a good shot because I was really not hurt, his feet sleeps just to my head but I can feel his weight every time it touches my armor. I was thinking if I continue the fight, he has the greater posibility to won, and its a posibility also for me to get injured. You know I don't want that. It's okey for me to loose rather than getting injured. He has the mature body, fit for a fight compared to my fat tummy and a slow pock attitude.
After that flying kick that sleeps in my head. I was pretending to have a dizzy feeling. Because I think it's the best choice for me. I don't want to get hurt more and injured.
The referee then decided to end the match. <- I was happy that moment. (Yes! It's finally over).
Hahaha...

Before the taekwondo eventI have thought to end everything there! what i mean is, I'm going to leave my taekwondo life in that arena. It's my last fight. My first tournament and my last, actually. I have totally decided not to fight again.

It's over now. I am very happy to have that experience. My first and last fight in my life in taekwondo is a tie. ^_^. The first won, and the last lost. happy to have that result.
Well, Thanks everyone for the support and the prayers.

Preparing for a fight!

tomorrow will be a big event in my life. It's a tournament, a taekwondo tournament held in our school 2:00pm for our intramural. I will be presenting a feather weight. huhu.... :( . . .
I was about to give up. But I realize the training and the time i have spent for my practice.It will be worthless if i won't fight for tomorrow.
Well, wish me luck. And Pray for me too.. ^_^...
God bless us all. It's okey for me not to win, as long as no one gets injured for tomorrow. Wish us luck all. Thanks...

An example of Reincarnation

While we were watching a noon time show entitled "el Cuerpo", my father relate a book which he had read years ago. It was when he was still in the seminary, when he read a book authored by Lobsang Rampa. According to my father, the author did experience death from the body of a Tibetan and reincarnate into the body of an English man. It's just like what happen to Pedro Jose Donoso in the story of El Cuerpo. He reincarnate to the body of a young man named Salvador Cerinza.

El cuerpo del Deseo (The Body of Desire) is a Spanish-language telenovela produced by Telemundo and RTI Colombia. This limited-run series is about a man who comes back from the dead and discovers dark secrets about his beautiful ex-wife and daughter.

• Pedro Jose Donoso- a wealthy industrialist who,thinks he has everything he ever wanted. He has a gorgeous young wife, despite the age difference and opposition from his only daughter, Ángela.

• Salvador Cerinza - a farmer who lives a sad life with his stingy wife Cantalicia and their son Moncho. Then everything changes when he suffers a mysterious accident.

• Isabel Arroyo- a sensual, ambitious woman who loves her husband,Pedro Jose, at least on the surface.

• Andrés Corona - Pedro Jose's right hand man and Isabel’s secret lover. Two-faced, astute and ruthless, he will do anything to take everything Pedro Jose's owns.

Lobsang Rampa, born as Cyril Hoskin (1910–1981)

Tuesday Lobsang Rampa was a writer who claimed to have been a Lama in Tibet before spending the second part of his life in the body of a British man. Cyril Henry Hoskin (8 April 1910 – 25 January 1981) described himself as the "host" of Tuesday Lobsang Rampa. The name Tuesday relates to a claim in The Third Eye that Tibetans are named after the day of the week on which they were born.

Who will you save?

Nasa bangka ka with
your ever plastic
friends.

and

your 2-timer ex, ng
biglang lumubog
ang bangka...

sino ang una mong ililigtas?

yong bangka o yong
sagwan???

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36 Taekwondo Sparring Technique and Tips

1. Size up your opponent before you engage. If he strikes first then you know he is an offensive fighter. If he waits for your attack then you know he is a defensive fighter.
2. Find out what technique your opponent is good at by giving a fake. If your opponent moves his hands then you know he is a puncher. If your opponent moves his leg then you know right away that he is a kicker.
3. Try to get your opponent to attack first, either by a fake or taunt. You will quickly learn what technique your opponent relies on. (every fighter has their favorite technique) then plan a counter for that attack.
4. Do not telegraph your attack.
5. Never show fear when sparring. Your opponent will sense fear and go on the attack, however, fear also can be used as a fake.
6. When you and your opponent are in hitting range make sure you're legs are never wider than your shoulder width. Wider stands makes your movements slower.
7. Always set up your opponent before you strike. Set up high, strike low. Set up low, strike high. Most experienced fighters will never get hit unless you set them up.
8. Always relax the body before you strike. Tension slows down attacks. Visualize a snake attacking it's prey. Calm, relaxed, then strike with lightening speed.
9. Close the gap between your thought and action. Don't think too long or the opportunity is lost.
10. The moment to strike an opponent is when he is about to launch an attack or as he is landing from his attack.

11. Jabs and back knuckles are the fastest weapon for your hands which is done with the lead hand. Also practice round house and side kicks like a jab with the lead leg to set up or jam oncoming opponent.
12. Always remember when your opponent attacks -- a part of their body will be exposed for counter. This applies to your counter as well.
13. If you are constantly clashing with your opponent then you must work on timing. If you don't understand timing then go back to rule #10.
14. Focus on the target in your mind without looking at the target.
15. Don't kick just to be kicking. Let each technique have a purpose rather than kicking or punching for the sake of just sparring.
16. Don't block unnecessary attacks.
17. Pace your energy, kicking takes more energy than hands so use it sparingly.
18. If your opponent is good with sliding kicks then the time to attack is when his feet comes together right before he tries to launch a kick.
19. If your opponent has a great counter back kick with his right leg and you also fight with right leg back then you must switch your fighting stands with left leg back instead of right, this way you can move away faster and not walk into his back kick.
20. Watch your opponents body movement, not just their eyes. Experienced fighters do not show emotion so you must focus on their whole body.

21. Use back knuckle to set up opponent or to cover their vision.
22. Don't turn your back on an opponent.
23. Don't try to score on the first attack. Have in mind to set up and score on the 2nd or the 3rd attack.
24. The most common technique used in sparring is round house kick. Learn various counter for the round house kick. Such as back kicks and spin heel kick.
25. When cornered, jam your opponent's attack before they can fully extend their leg or hand and slip out to the side.
26. Every attack has a counter so learn them. You learned that playing rock, paper, scissors as a kid.
27. If you get hit, never lose your temper and go after your opponent, your rage will make you more venerable for a counter attack.
28. When fighting a defensive fighter, you must use fakes to open them up before attacking.
29. Learn to side step when kicking in close distance.
30. Do not use high jump kicks for sparring. Low jump kicks are okay at a higher level.

31. Do not back up straight against a combination attack, move side ways or jam them before they can launch their attack.
32. When you attack there must be no doubt or hesitation, you must commit otherwise you are open to counter attack.
33. Do not always try to beat your opponent in the first round, especially if they are bigger. Cover up well, make them move, get them tired then move in.
34. Never under estimate your opponent.
35. No one person fights the same. Quickly adopt and assess opponent's weakness.
36. Sparring has 3 principles. RELEASE energy. RESERVE energy and REGENERATE energy.

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Kahit Na Abril Ay Parang Pasko Pa Rin

This is one of my favorite songs! :D . I'm glad to share this to you. It is from hangad. Hope you'll enjoy it too. Its for Christmas season. Music and lyrics by: Vince de Jesus

Arrangement: Vince de Jesus Keyboards: Vince de Jesus

Listen:

Ang hangin ay lumalamig
Ang langit nagniningning
Mga bituin ay parang nagsasayaw
Sila’y sumasabay sa awitin ng pasko

Sa himig ng nag-kakaroling
Ang lahat umiindak
Hindi ka man kapiling ngayong pasko
Huwag mag-alala di ako magmumukmok

Andito’ng mga kumare ko
Bawa’t kapit-bahay imbitado
At aming pagsasaluhan munting handa
Kami’y magsisimba
Sana’y nandito ka

Ang parol na yari mo
Nakasabit dun sa’ting pasilyo
At hindi ko ‘yan ibababa, maniwala ka
Kahit Abril na

Ako’y maghihintay
(kahit gaano katagal abutin)
Sa’yong pagbabalik
(kahit Abril na may noche Buena pa)
At kahit na Abril, ay parang pasko pa rin

Much as Christmas is the singular event celebrating the birth of Christ, it is also the preparation for this festive occasion that makes it such a season of joy. We prepare our Noche Buena grocery lists early on, we light up our wreaths for Advent, we sleep early for Simbanggabi, we hang our refurbished parol above our belen—Christmas is indeed a season bound not so much by time but by our anticipation of it.

It is this wait for Christmas and the reluctance to let go of it that this song sings of. The fusion of upbeat, jazz music and lyrics characteristic of Christmases many Filipinos spend gives this song a fresh, if not ironic, twist.

I was about to give up...

Today, I was about to give up. Its because of problems that raised in my head. I didn't know what to do, how to find money while still waiting for a task from my sponsoredreview account. Where can I find a money for my next semester? for the enrollment? if only my parents has the capability to supply my education now a days.
After the examination, I went to my girlfriend's house. I share my problem. Sometimes I can't understand myself anymore because of so much responsibilities. But because of her time to listen to my boring narration of my problem (Actually I'm not a good commentator, I can't construct my narration well), it seems like i feel better now than my morning.
I went back home at 6:00pm. Open up my bag and set up my laptop. Then I opened my email. I got a forwarded email from my classmate with the subject "Voted the Best email of the year!" I was intrigue about it. Then I read it and it enlightens my mind.
I want to share it with you. Here it is:

VOTED THE BEST EMAIL OF THIS YEAR

If you think you are unhappy, look at them

If you think your salary is low, how about her? If you think you don't have many friends... When you feel like giving up, think of this man If you think you suffer in life, do you suffer as much as he does? If you complain about your transport system, how about them? If your society is unfair to you, how about her? Enjoy life how it is and as it comes Things are worse for others and is a lot better for us J

There are many things in your life that will catch your eye but only a few will catch your heart....pursue those...

This email needs to circulate forever...:









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Wedding Dance a philippine literature short story by Amador Daguio

By Amador Daguio

Awiyao reached for the upper horizontal log which served as the edge of the headhigh threshold. Clinging to the log, he lifted himself with one bound that carried him across to the narrow door. He slid back the cover, stepped inside, then pushed the cover back in place. After some moments during which he seemed to wait, he talked to the listening darkness.

"I'm sorry this had to be done. I am really sorry. But neither of us can help it."

The sound of the gangsas beat through the walls of the dark house like muffled roars of falling waters. The woman who had moved with a start when the sliding door opened had been hearing the gangsas for she did not know how long. There was a sudden rush of fire in her. She gave no sign that she heard Awiyao, but continued to sit unmoving in the darkness.

But Awiyao knew that she heard him and his heart pitied her. He crawled on all fours to the middle of the room; he knew exactly where the stove was. With bare fingers he stirred the covered smoldering embers, and blew into the stove. When the coals began to glow, Awiyao put pieces of pine on them, then full round logs as his arms. The room brightened.

"Why don't you go out," he said, "and join the dancing women?" He felt a pang inside him, because what he said was really not the right thing to say and because the woman did not stir. "You should join the dancers," he said, "as if--as if nothing had happened." He looked at the woman huddled in a corner of the room, leaning against the wall. The stove fire played with strange moving shadows and lights
upon her face. She was partly sullen, but her sullenness was not because of anger or hate.

"Go out--go out and dance. If you really don't hate me for this separation, go out and dance. One of the men will see you dance well; he will like your dancing, he will marry you. Who knows but that, with him, you will be luckier than you were with me."

"I don't want any man," she said sharply. "I don't want any other man."

He felt relieved that at least she talked: "You know very well that I won't want any other woman either. You know that, don't you? Lumnay, you know it, don't you?"

She did not answer him.

"You know it Lumnay, don't you?" he repeated.

"Yes, I know," she said weakly.

"It is not my fault," he said, feeling relieved. "You cannot blame me; I have been a good husband to you."

"Neither can you blame me," she said. She seemed about to cry.

"No, you have been very good to me. You have been a good wife. I have nothing to say against you." He set some of the burning wood in place. "It's only that a man must have a child. Seven harvests is just too long to wait. Yes, we have waited too long. We should have another chance before it is too late for both of us."

This time the woman stirred, stretched her right leg out and bent her left leg in. She wound the blanket more snugly around herself.

"You know that I have done my best," she said. "I have prayed to Kabunyan much. I have sacrificed many chickens in my prayers."

"Yes, I know."

"You remember how angry you were once when you came home from your work in the terrace because I butchered one of our pigs without your permission? I did it to appease Kabunyan, because, like you, I wanted to have a child. But what could I do?"

"Kabunyan does not see fit for us to have a child," he said. He stirred the fire. The spark rose through the crackles of the flames. The smoke and soot went up the ceiling.

Lumnay looked down and unconsciously started to pull at the rattan that kept the split bamboo flooring in place. She tugged at the rattan flooring. Each time she did this the split bamboo went up and came down with a slight rattle. The gong of the dancers clamorously called in her care through the walls.

Awiyao went to the corner where Lumnay sat, paused before her, looked at her bronzed and sturdy face, then turned to where the jars of water stood piled one over the other. Awiyao took a coconut cup and dipped it in the top jar and drank. Lumnay had filled the jars from the mountain creek early that evening.

"I came home," he said. "Because I did not find you among the dancers. Of course, I am not forcing you to come, if you don't want to join my wedding ceremony. I came to tell you that Madulimay, although I am marrying her, can never become as good as you are. She is not as strong in planting beans, not as fast in cleaning water jars, not as good keeping a house clean. You are one of the best wives in the
whole village."

"That has not done me any good, has it?" She said. She looked at him lovingly. She almost seemed to smile.

He put the coconut cup aside on the floor and came closer to her. He held her face between his hands and looked longingly at her beauty. But her eyes looked away. Never again would he hold her face. The next day she would not be his any more. She would go back to her parents. He let go of her face, and she bent to the floor again and looked at her fingers as they tugged softly at the split bamboo floor.

"This house is yours," he said. "I built it for you. Make it your own, live in it as long as you wish. I will build another house for Madulimay."

"I have no need for a house," she said slowly. "I'll go to my own house. My parents are old. They will need help in the planting of the beans, in the pounding of the rice."

"I will give you the field that I dug out of the mountains during the first year of our marriage," he said. "You know I did it for you. You helped me to make it for the two of us."

"I have no use for any field," she said.

He looked at her, then turned away, and became silent. They were silent for a time.

"Go back to the dance," she said finally. "It is not right for you to be here. They will wonder where you are, and Madulimay will not feel good. Go back to the dance."

"I would feel better if you could come, and dance---for the last time. The gangsas are playing."

"You know that I cannot."

"Lumnay," he said tenderly. "Lumnay, if I did this it is because of my need for a child. You know that life is not worth living without a child. The man have mocked me behind my back. You know that."

"I know it," he said. "I will pray that Kabunyan will bless you and Madulimay."

She bit her lips now, then shook her head wildly, and sobbed.

She thought of the seven harvests that had passed, the high hopes they had in the beginning of their new life, the day he took her away from her parents across the roaring river, on the other side of the mountain, the trip up the trail which they had to climb, the steep canyon which they had to cross. The waters boiled in her mind in forms of white and jade and roaring silver; the waters tolled and growled,
resounded in thunderous echoes through the walls of the stiff cliffs; they were far away now from somewhere on the tops of the other ranges, and they had looked carefully at the buttresses of rocks they had to step on---a slip would have meant death.

They both drank of the water then rested on the other bank before they made the final climb to the other side of the mountain.

She looked at his face with the fire playing upon his features---hard and strong, and kind. He had a sense of lightness in his way of saying things which often made her and the village people laugh. How proud she had been of his humor. The muscles where taut and firm, bronze and compact in their hold upon his skull---how frank his bright eyes were. She looked at his body the carved out of the mountains
five fields for her; his wide and supple torso heaved as if a slab of shining lumber were heaving; his arms and legs flowed down in fluent muscles--he was strong and for that she had lost him.

She flung herself upon his knees and clung to them. "Awiyao, Awiyao, my husband," she cried. "I did everything to have a child," she said passionately in a hoarse whisper. "Look at me," she cried. "Look at my body. Then it was full of promise. It could dance; it could work fast in the fields; it could climb the mountains fast. Even now it is firm, full. But, Awiyao, I am useless. I must die."

"It will not be right to die," he said, gathering her in his arms. Her whole warm naked naked breast quivered against his own; she clung now to his neck, and her hand lay upon his right shoulder; her hair flowed down in cascades of gleaming darkness.

"I don't care about the fields," she said. "I don't care about the house. I don't care for anything but you. I'll have no other man."

"Then you'll always be fruitless."

"I'll go back to my father, I'll die."

"Then you hate me," he said. "If you die it means you hate me. You do not want me to have a child. You do not want my name to live on in our tribe."

She was silent.

"If I do not try a second time," he explained, "it means I'll die. Nobody will get the fields I have carved out of the mountains; nobody will come after me."

"If you fail--if you fail this second time--" she said thoughtfully. The voice was a shudder. "No--no, I don't want you to fail."

"If I fail," he said, "I'll come back to you. Then both of us will die together. Both of us will vanish from the life of our tribe."

The gongs thundered through the walls of their house, sonorous and faraway.

"I'll keep my beads," she said. "Awiyao, let me keep my beads," she half-whispered.

"You will keep the beads. They come from far-off times. My grandmother said they come from up North, from the slant-eyed people across the sea. You keep them, Lumnay. They are worth twenty fields."

"I'll keep them because they stand for the love you have for me," she said. "I love you. I love you and have nothing to give."

She took herself away from him, for a voice was calling out to him from outside. "Awiyao! Awiyao! O Awiyao! They are looking for you at the dance!"

"I am not in hurry."

"The elders will scold you. You had better go."

"Not until you tell me that it is all right with you."

"It is all right with me."

He clasped her hands. "I do this for the sake of the tribe," he said.

"I know," she said.

He went to the door.

"Awiyao!"

He stopped as if suddenly hit by a spear. In pain he turned to her. Her face was in agony. It pained him to leave. She had been wonderful to him. What was it that made a man wish for a child? What was it in life, in the work in the field, in the planting and harvest, in the silence of the night, in the communing with husband and wife, in the whole life of the tribe itself that made man wish for the laughter and speech of a child? Suppose he changed his mind? Why did the unwritten law demand, anyway, that a man, to be a man, must have a child to come after him? And if he was fruitless--but he loved Lumnay. It was like taking away of his life to leave her like this.

"Awiyao," she said, and her eyes seemed to smile in the light. "The beads!" He turned back and walked to the farthest corner of their room, to the trunk where they kept their worldly possession---his battle-ax and his spear points, her betel nut box and her beads. He dug out from the darkness the beads which had been given to him by his grandmother to give to Lumnay on the beads on, and tied them in place. The white and jade and deep orange obsidians shone in the firelight. She suddenly clung to him, clung to his neck as if she would never let him go.

"Awiyao! Awiyao, it is hard!" She gasped, and she closed her eyes and huried her face in his neck.

The call for him from the outside repeated; her grip loosened, and he buried out into the night.

Lumnay sat for some time in the darkness. Then she went to the door and opened it. The moonlight struck her face; the moonlight spilled itself on the whole village.

She could hear the throbbing of the gangsas coming to her through the caverns of the other houses. She knew that all the houses were empty that the whole tribe was at the dance. Only she was absent. And yet was she not the best dancer of the village? Did she not have the most lightness and grace? Could she not, alone among all women, dance like a bird tripping for grains on the ground, beautifully
timed to the beat of the gangsas? Did not the men praise her supple body, and the women envy the way she stretched her hands like the wings of the mountain eagle now and then as she danced? How long ago did she dance at her own wedding? Tonight, all the women who counted, who once danced in her honor, were dancing now in honor of another whose only claim was that perhaps she could give her
husband a child.

"It is not right. It is not right!" she cried. "How does she know? How can anybody know? It is not right," she said.

Suddenly she found courage. She would go to the dance. She would go to the chief of the village, to the elders, to tell them it was not right. Awiyao was hers; nobody could take him away from her. Let her be the first woman to complain, to denounce the unwritten rule that a man may take another woman. She would tell Awiyao to come back to her. He surely would relent. Was not their love as strong as the
river?

She made for the other side of the village where the dancing was. There was a flaming glow over the whole place; a great bonfire was burning. The gangsas clamored more loudly now, and it seemed they were calling to her. She was near at last. She could see the dancers clearly now. The man leaped lightly with their gangsas as they circled the dancing women decked in feast garments and beads, tripping on the ground like graceful birds, following their men. Her heart warmed to the flaming call of the dance; strange heat in her blood welled up, and she started to run. But the gleaming brightness of the bonfire commanded her to stop. Did anybody see her approach?
She stopped. What if somebody had seen her coming? The flames of the bonfire leaped in countless sparks which spread and rose like yellow points and died out in the night. The blaze reached out to her like a spreading radiance. She did not have the courage to break into the wedding feast.

Lumnay walked away from the dancing ground, away from the village. She thought of the new clearing of beans which Awiyao and she had started to make only four moons before. She followed the trail above the village.

When she came to the mountain stream she crossed it carefully. Nobody held her hand, and the stream water was very cold. The trail went up again, and she was in the moonlight shadows among the trees and shrubs. Slowly she climbed the mountain.

When Lumnay reached the clearing, she cold see from where she stood the blazing bonfire at the edge of the village, where the wedding was. She could hear the far-off clamor of the gongs, still rich in their sonorousness, echoing from mountain to mountain. The sound did not mock her; they seemed to call far to her, to speak to her in the language of unspeaking love. She felt the pull of their gratitude for her
sacrifice. Her heartbeat began to sound to her like many gangsas.

Lumnay though of Awiyao as the Awiyao she had known long ago-- a strong, muscular boy carrying his heavy loads of fuel logs down the mountains to his home. She had met him one day as she was on her way to fill her clay jars with water. He had stopped at the spring to drink and rest; and she had made him drink the cool mountain water from her coconut shell. After that it did not take him long to decide to throw his spear on the stairs of her father's house in token on his desire to marry her.

The mountain clearing was cold in the freezing moonlight. The wind began to stir the leaves of the bean plants. Lumnay looked for a big rock on which to sit down. The bean plants now surrounded her, and she was lost among them.

A few more weeks, a few more months, a few more harvests---what did it matter? She would be holding the bean flowers, soft in the texture, silken almost, but moist where the dew got into them, silver to look at, silver on the light blue, blooming whiteness, when the morning comes. The stretching of the bean pods full length from the hearts of the wilting petals would go on.

Lumnay's fingers moved a long, long time among the growing bean pods.

Footprints in the Sand

One night a man had a dream. He dreamed
he was walking along the beach with the LORD.

Across the sky flashed scenes from his life.
For each scene he noticed two sets of
footprints in the sand: one belonging
to him, and the other to the LORD.

When the last scene of his life flashed before him,
he looked back at the footprints in the sand.

He noticed that many times along the path of
his life there was only one set of footprints.

He also noticed that it happened at the very
lowest and saddest times in his life.

This really bothered him and he
questioned the LORD about it:

"LORD, you said that once I decided to follow
you, you'd walk with me all the way.
But I have noticed that during the most
troublesome times in my life,
there is only one set of footprints.
I don't understand why when
I needed you most you would leave me."

The LORD replied:

"My son, my precious child,
I love you and I would never leave you.
During your times of trial and suffering,
when you see only one set of footprints,
it was then that I carried you."

written by Mary Stevenson

My Choral Group

I have just formed a new choral group. We call our selves "The N-Chapel Style Choral".

Here is:

Soprano

• Febie 1
  
• Fretz 1
  
• Marriele 1
• Jemna's sister 2
  
• Jemna 2
  
• Mitch 2
  

Alto

• Lea 1
• Ching 1
• Ivy 1
  
• Gay-gay 2
  
• Dessery 2
  

Tenor

• Loyd 1
  
• Edmund 2
• Bagay 2
  
• Daryl 2
  

Base

• Carl 1
  
• Kuya Dune 1
  
• Marvin 2
  

Our main purpose is to serve the Lord by singing.
We are located at Redemptorist, Bajada, Davao City.
We cater wedding services, funeral mass, intermission, invocation, and etc.
Come see us in our practices at 2:00pm every Sunday in Redemptorist music room, Bajada, Davao City.
Thanks. ^_^.

Simeon's Canticle (Hangad Lyrics)

Music by: Manoling Francisco, SJ

Arrangement: Paulo K Tirol Soloist: Celia Uy Keyboards: Paulo K Tirol

Listen:

Lord, let Your servant go in peace
For Your Word has been fulfilled.

A Child shall be born to the Virgin,
And His Name shall be called, "Emmanuel."

My own eyes have seen Your salvation
Which You have prepared for all men.

A Light shall reveal to the nations
And the glory of Your people, Israel.

This simple but moving arrangement for female soloist and mixed choir beautifully sets to music the passage in Luke 2: 29-32. It is appropriate to sing this song during the Advent season when the Church waits to celebrate the birth of Christ. The lyrics of the verses recall God’s promise to send His Son, Emmanuel, to be the Light of the world. The words and melody can help set a reflective mood during personal prayer as we prepare for Christmas, or it can also be used as a psalm or communion hymn during the celebration of Mass.

The Cross

Let us always be reminded of our Lord Jesus Christ
who died in the cross to save the human kind.

Celebration for Good Harvest of Davao City "Kadayawan"

KADAYAWAN SA DAVAO FESTIVAL

This internationally renowned festival is a weeklong celebration and thanksgiving for nature’s bountiful harvest. Kadayawan Festival is being celebrated every 3rd Week of August.

A celebration of the bountiful harvests of fruits and orchids during the season. Activities include fruit and flower show, trade fair, tribal/civic/military parade, traditional sports activities, horsefight, Search for B'yaneng Kadayawan and street dancing.

The activity coincides with the harvest time of Davao’s exotic fruits and the blooming of the waling-waling (vanda sanderana). The festival culminates with its most famous and much-awaited grand floral parade (where one can see countless and breathtaking mobile floats full of real and fresh flowers) and the dancing in the streets.

A wide array of fruits, variety of flowers, this is just a symbolism that Kadayawan already fills the air of Davao… Kadayawan is not a yearly festival but an annual expression of the people of Davao of their heartfelt thanksgiving for another year of bounty, peace and blessing.

Kadayawan is not just for myth but most of all, this festival is for our Almighty God who gave all these absolute Blessings possible in every individual. That because of faith and strength, in unity, people can surpass all obstacles and failures in their daily lives. Kadayawan is a thanksgiving to its bountiful and lavish blessings.

Join our Kadayawan 2008 starting this August 22 2008 at Davao City.
See you there!