For the Love of It!

I was first away from home when I had to transfer to UP Diliman in Quezon City in 1997, that makes me more than 10 years away from Dulag. Although not the entire decade that I had been away.

I always go home during holidays or on my own scheduled vacations. There is something in the place that keeps me coming back.

My family is still there.
My friends are there.
And I am proud of Dulag.

When I was first year in UP, I had to make a term paper about the history of Dulag. It has a rich historical background wayback the Spanish era until the World War II and that was the start of my interest in Research and History. Would anyone care to know and contest the real place where Gen. Mac Arthur landed? I do care because it was the truth. General Douglas Mac Arthur landed first in Dulag on October 19, 1944 and seeing how devastated Dulag was ordered his troops to find another place and proclaim his comeback. It may not be in history books but I have fund sources for it. I may not be able to retract and change the History books but in my heart, I am proud of this fact.

I was in third year when I continue my research for the Technical Writing class with UP, I made the Oral History of Gen. Douglas Mac Arthur in Dulag and interview many veterans about their own accounts of what really happened. I have concluded that Gen. Mac Arthur really landed in Dulag but did the ceremony in Palo, Leyte.


And now I am continuing this research about Dulag, hoping to give you valid sources about History and on the sides will be my simple life being a Dulagnon by heart.

Bye for now, leave you with a smile

10/01/08. I planned not to leave Dulag and stay for good with these reasons: One, I want to establish a task "for a cause," next is I want to stay with my mom while I am still single and last I want to rest from the rat race and just make all my job from home. But not all things happen as you planned them to be.

After careful thoughts, analysis and planning, I have to leave again. But as the adage says, "there's no such thing as Good bye." So, I'll leave to that and smile thinking that I will be back again soon.

That smile is full of hope that it will be soon that I can serve my family and people around better. That the NGO I was working with friends will materialize more when I come back, with more resources and firm decisions.

Thy will be done.

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Crisis on Focus

Sales Girl and the Stories

Skimboarding

San Juan after the Storm

Double Birthday

The longest time I was not able to come home is this - 9 months, being a work slave.

It's my sis' and mother's birthday. Nothing compares to the joy being with family again after many months being alone in the city and toiling like there's no tomorrow.

So, here we go sitting in a cottage by the beach enjoying the cool breeze and dining with my loveones. I enjoy the food and being with my niece and nephews. The fun playing with the kids is refreshing. It made me realize one thing upon seeing the angelic eyes on their smile - I was tough yet detached from the real world. I had confined to a world where's nothing more important than work and achievement itself.

It was not only a double party but a double celebration for me, be with my family and revive something in me - the real love of a family.