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Ah… t’was the fall of ’92,
on cold october nights…
when some boys fell in love.
Sixteen years hence.
sixteen long years.
the memories, the friendship,
the poem— remain.
Posted by izekream on November 7, 2008
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Ah… t’was the fall of ’92,
on cold october nights…
when some boys fell in love.
Sixteen years hence.
sixteen long years.
the memories, the friendship,
the poem— remain.
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Posted by izekream on July 25, 2008
Let me tell you something about the town where I was born — Santiago City.
Santiago is in the province of Isabela, the second town entering the province if you come from Manila.
The original name of Santiago was Carig. Legends had it that in the old times during the Spanish colonization era, the town was always under siege by bandits and lawless elements taking away the people’s livelihoods and belongings. These acts of atrocity continued for quite some time.
One day, while these thugs and crooks were doing their yet another “round” of barbarism, a knight-like warrior came into the townfolks’ rescue and single-handedly repulsed the invaders. That was the last time the headhunters, or whatever was left of their tribes, assaulted the town of Carig.
People then thought the savior in white stead was St. James the Apostle. Thus, in honor of their hero, they re-named the town Santiago, which is the Spanish name of St. James.
This is how I remember the story told to me by one of my elementary school teachers. There could be another version or a more detailed one but that basically is the substance of it.
The feast day of St. James is July 25 so the feast day of Santiago, the town, is thus obviously observed and held on July 25 as well. I recall there are lots of activities during our “town fiesta”. There were these “moro-moro” shows back then, there were parades, open houses, basketball tournaments, carnivals or “peryahan”, and mass celebrations.
I was born in Malvar, a barangay near to the “centro”. Our house was dwarfed by the Navarro Compound to the left and the Kaunlaran Palay Buying Station to the right. There used to be a PC (Philippine Constabulary) Company in front directly across the street. We also had a house in Baptista Village in Calao.
I spent my whole preparatory years (Kinder to Grade 6) at La Salete Elementary. During my elementary days, I was a sakristan at the St. James Parish Church beside our school. Being a sakristan ’compelled’ me to visit the far-flung barangays of Santiago back then. I was very active serving Sunday masses and holidays. Thus naturally, I was always at church serving during feast days. Sometimes twice in a day.
It is therefore not surprisingly that despite being away from Santiago for quite some time now, I can recall vividly its feast day. July 25. Look it up. I cannot miss this date. I should not.
Our family moved to Baguio in 1983. For the next ten years, I occasionally come back to visit my Lolo and Lola until both of them died in a span of some couple of years. I hardly go to Santiago now. For the last twelve years or so, I’ve only been there twice, but just to visit the cemetery where my Dad and my grandparents were buried six feet under.
By the way, about the houses, the one in Baptista Village was later on sold and the one in Malvar was razed by fire in 1985 and later sold as well.
I wish to come back and visit Santiago with my family one of these days. They have not seen my birthplace yet. And then some of Isabela as well. My good friend Bong (www.awonderfulblog.com) is also from Isabela, in a town called Alicia.
Aside from seeing it for myself for a few hours during those two All Saints’ Days’ visits, I heard a lot of good stories about Santiago from old friends. How it improved dramatically over the years. How it became a city in 1994. How beautiful it is.
Maybe it’s the consequence of its geographical location. Maybe it’s her people. Maybe it’s because of St. James the Apostle perpetually guiding this town. Whatever it is, it’s worth celebrating and honoring the Patron Saint who once saved this town even just once a year. On his feast day. On July 25.
Incidentally, today is our 10th year wedding anniversary.
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Posted by izekream on July 16, 2008
A week ago I received an email with the subject: “REMINDER / BE ALERT: JULY 18, 2008, PHILIPPINES WILL GET 8.1 EARTHQUAKE”. Maybe you have received the same warning or heard of it one way or the other. It apparently came from a certain Mr. Juseleeno Nobulega DaRoose.
Anyway, it does not matter. That will not happen. What I’ll be telling you now is something that really occured exactly 18 years ago.
On July 16, 1990, a devastating earthquake with a magnitude of 7.7 in the Richter Scale hit the Northern part of Luzon in the Philippines. Too much had already been documented, told, and retold. I want to share mine, or at least what I could recount from it. I was in Baguio.
It was a Monday I think (read: I searched it in Google). Around 4:15 in the afternoon. Most likely, during any other circumstances, I was supposed to be in school. And why not, I was in third year taking up engineering in one of the more reputed universities in the city.
There were some half-dozen universities and colleges in Baguio back then. The more known ones, at least for me, are the University of “if you play; you pass” ; the “if you pray, you pass” University; and the “if you pay you pass” College. Let’s just say I was the praying type.
(Cheer up citymates. You know the joke, let’s get over with it).
So for what happened, a question remains: “Was that plain luck or a divine intervention”?
On that fateful Monday, our school declared no classes because of a threat of a full-blown strike from the student body who were protesting yet another round of tuition fee increase. If you do the math, we were on the fourth week of protest already spending more time in the quadrangle than in the classrooms.
So when the classes were suspended, no student was in the school. Who knows what might have happened then: stampede, fire, panic… The other schools were not as fortunate. Several students had perished due to collapsed building and others just simply accidentally jumped to their death thinking they had a better chance than staying put.
I was sleeping when that killer quake happened and woke up on the first strike. I was swaying while going out of the house. When I managed to get out, I already saw some people on the roads, hysterically screaming while stores and houses start to crumble and glasses break. Some were praying as if it is the end of the world.
I joined the panicked souls knelt on the road. While we were kneeling and praying, the pavements started to crack and created a big fissure. Shouting and crying, we headed straight up to who knows where. We ended up in a public school were we stayed the whole night. Outside.
Shocked. Restless. Sleepless. Wet. It was drizzling that evening.

Photos of the devastation caused by the Earthquake in Baguio on July 16, 1990. Original pictures courtesy of www.geocities.com/lingayenbay
There were several strong aftershocks that ensued. We can even hear the tremor before the earth actually moved. That’s how paranoid we were. Maybe because we were hungry. Maybe because it was dark due to the blackout. Or maybe we just lost our collective senses.
The following morning was a realization of what happened. It was a clear day. And we all saw how Baguio was devastated. The Summer Capital of the Philippines was a complete mess. Renowned hotels and buildings collapsed; bodies buried in the rubbles; survivors searching for their losses or for food which comes to mind first; hearts broken.
We were also isolated from the rest of the world so to speak. The three main roads leading up to Baguio were inaccessible due to cuts and landslides. The earthquake (and its aftershocks) had its greatest toll on Kennon Road. Although Naguillan Road and Marcos Highway seem fully restored, Kennon Road never recovered. If it were a baseball player, he was in and out of the disabled list.
We went back to our grandparents’ house the day after the earthquake and began to sleep inside after two days. Others were not as lucky as they have completely lost their houses due to collapse and landslides. Others stayed with more stable relatives, others built their tents in Burnham Park. Still others remained in the public schools for the next couple of weeks. I had my share of experience helping dig up some friends who died and were buried. It took us six days for one of them.
Slowly though the people of Baguio fought through it. All of us helped one another in any which way we can. There were no rich or poor, young or old, kings or vagabonds. We were one. We survived.
Lights started to be restored, roads fixed. Classes soon resumed. And everything seemed to return to normal. Look at Baguio now. Search Baguio. Look at the pictures now. Visit it. Go there. And come back. Then come back again.
It is a great and beautiful city once more. And no amount of earthquake shall take it away from us.
Unless the prophecy above comes true and straight in the city’s heart on Friday.
Then we will rise up as ONE once again. THAT feeling I missed.
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Posted by izekream on July 5, 2008
Ok, the title might be misleading. Karate is Japanese but unless there is a better martial arts movie than this Daniel-san-Mr. Miyagi classic, I’ll use it as a reference even though my kids are, in fact, into taekwondo.
It started when last summer, we were thinking of what activities the kids may want to enroll into to keep themselves busy. While attending a mass on a Sunday at our local parish church, there was an announcement that they are offering taekwondo classes to students and relatives of the school where my daughter studies.
Taekwondo is a South Korean martial arts; and in fact it’s the country’s national sport. In Korea, tae means “foot”; kwon means “fist”; and do means “art” or “way”; thus taekwondo basically means “the way of the foot and fist”.
The schedule was used to be twice a week during the summer (Wednesdays/Saturdays) from 2:00 to 4:00 in the afternoon. When classes resumed last month, they changed the frequency to once a week only but this time from 1:00 to 5:00 pm.
From that first day for nearly two months, the classes were mostly concentrated on exercises, simple meditations, basic drills and formation. They were ably trained by Sir Arnold Gariega and Sir Ronnie Bale, both black belts from the Philippine Taekwondo Association.
Last Saturday June 28, they had an examination for promotion from white belt to yellow belt. The examining officer was Sir Jun Labing likewise from the Philippine Taekwondo Association and also a Marine. The test is composed of both the basic Poomse (Foundation Forms), Three-Step Self-Defense Forms, Basic Strikes and Blocks, and also oral examinations. (See the execution of Formation Form No. 2 here by John Mitchell at YouTube).
To cut to the chase, everyone in the “class” passed so they are now officially either an 8th or 7th grade Yellow Belt.
Today is the start of their Yellow Belt sessions. It means there will be more contacts. The instructors had advised the students that they will learn some sparring, combats, and self-defense techniques in this stage. They are now required to don padding specially the arm and shin guards. Likewise, body armors and headgears will also be needed.
I sense they feel better with a yellow belt. The uniform is already pure white so a little shade of another color will not hurt. Yes, yellow is a little bit soft and you wished they would be wearing an imposing black instead… but then again, we’ll get there.
When we enrolled the kids, we did not intend them to be Olympians or Bruce Lee (I know that’s another form of martial arts but you get the point). We are just glad that taekwondo trains the kids to be disciplined and self-reliant, self-confident and modest.
I say the kids are enjoying it. And as a parent, I enjoy seeing them having fun and setting goals. So when my wonderful friend Bong satirically blogged a column entitled “Hey Dudes, Read My Lips: “Don’t Have Kids!”", I have another one reason to disagree with the title.
… or three.
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Posted by izekream on June 30, 2008
June 29, 2008.
Just like most Filipinos, I am glued to my television set today to watch our very own Manny Pacquiao try to wrestle the WBC Lightweight title crown from Dangerous David Diaz. Here is a running diary, all time local, Sunday June 29.
1:00 PM
1:05 PM
1:07 PM – Commercials
1:09 PM
1:12 PM - Commercials:
1:18 PM
1:26 PM – Round 1
We miss these multi-sponsored shorts from Manny.
1:30 PM – Commercials
1:35 PM – Round 2
1:38 PM – Commercials
1:43 PM – Round 3
1:46 PM – Commercials
1:51 PM – Round 4
1:55 PM – Commercials
2:00 PM – Round 5
2:03 PM – Commercials
2:08 PM – Round 6
2:12 PM – Commercials
2:16 PM – Round 7
2:20 PM – Commercials
2:25 PM – Round 8
2:28 PM – Commercials
2:33 PM – Round 9
2:37 PM – Commercials
2:41 PM – Official Announcement
2:52 PM – Turned off the television.
Some random thoughts.
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Posted by izekream on June 23, 2008
Frank, of course, is typhoon Frank. International codename: Fensheng.
This is apparently the sixth typhoon to hit the country judging from the first letter of its name. PAGASA names the typhoons in alphabetical order but unlike the recent past, names are not exclusive for females now but rather being alternated between ‘blokes’ and ‘sheilas’.
We felt its fury around 2AM yesterday (Sunday) in our place and the onslaught was unwavering until the late afternoon. Power went off at 6AM and was restored around 2PM. Heavy rains and sweltering winds caused knee-deep floods in the area. How uncomfortable is it to go out? The 7:15AM mass at our local parish, normally attended every Sunday by 500 to 700 parishioners, had only nine that moment.
Surprise, surprise. Early Sunday evening, the government has suspended all elementary and high school classes in all the provinces you can reel off in the rays of the Philippine Flag sun ( I forgot them but at least I know there were eight and most of them have no classes today, Monday).
As of this writing, typhoon Frank is now somewhere in Pangasinan and headed for China. It left scores of victims across the country and rendered hundereds homeless. It paralyzed some transportation and delayed others. But its most notable mark in its brief stay is the capsizing of M/V Princess of the Stars off Sibuyan Islands which left at least a hundred people dead and several others wounded.
PAGASA said Frank had weakened. Here’s hoping it can not do any further damage.
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Posted by izekream on June 19, 2008
This is my first ever post. I just hope there would be more.
Met with my old ( I mean college) buddies last night at the Grilla in the Forum (Robinson’s). They looked old. I wish I had brought my camera, but anyway, I believe there will be other time for photo ops.
One of them, Bong Saculles, introduced me to wordpress.com . He has a good blog site which he started here, so I guess I’m gonna try it myself. Visit Bong’s awonderfulblog site and see for yourself.
WordPress looks cool. I am hoping to learn more about the tools. I actually don’t know how this post will look like when published so I cannot wait to click on the “Publish” button.
Today is June 19, Jose Rizal’s birthday.
See yah…
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