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Bits and Pieces: Roadtrip

Some ran­dom mus­ings derived from a recent out of town trip in the North:

  • Any­one who thinks the Caleruega chapel in Tagay­tay is the only one of its kind should visit churches in the Ilo­cos Region. Since many parishes in the North were run by the Domini­cans, many churches there are also made up of red bricks :P
  • PAGASA and inter­na­tional weather bureaus have warned of another impend­ing typhoon. But we never found rain: only the bright sun­light every­where, and the cool breeze of the night.
  • We passed through many towns that were in the news dur­ing the ram­page of typhoon Peping/Melor. No, there were no floods. But it’s alarm­ing to find that many, many river­banks have been eroded, as if the rivers widened by a meter. Mean­while, busi­ness as usual…
  • The best place to get your healthy dose of ban­gus is still in Dagu­pan. ‘Nuff said :P
  • Spot­ted ABS-CBN’s Abner Mer­cado on a stopover on the way home. He’s a big, hefty guy but sans the kef­fiyeh shawl. He was on the phone for the most part; it looked like he was already dis­cussing his next assign­ment just as he was already return­ing to newsroom.
  • SM is going to open another mall in the provinces???

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In the Beginning

Kids in Classroom (flickr.com)

Kids in Class­room (flickr.com)

Classes have started for barely a month. It was a warm June after­noon, lunch break just ended, and the class were busy hav­ing good chats before the next classes start, punc­tu­ated by the per­cus­sive foot­steps of some stu­dents hur­ry­ing to get back to their class­rooms in time.

The Eng­lish teacher walked right in, and the class was in order. After the manda­tory prayers, the stu­dents took to their seats. “Today,” the teacher said, “we’re going to write an essay.”

The chat­ter fell silent at the men­tion of the word “essay”. After all, when you’re deal­ing with the teacher who han­dled the school paper for more than a decade the mere men­tion of the word evokes a death sen­tence. “And because you’re in high school now,” the teacher con­tin­ued, “this won’t be the same as your grade school ‘for­mal theme’. You won’t be copy­ing your teacher’s sam­ple essay; you will make your own.” Sens­ing the stu­dents’ appre­hen­sions,  he said, “I won’t make it hard for you. You will be writ­ing your thoughts on a topic you all know about.” Read the rest of this entry »

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