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flowing with the tides of life in 2010, an online journal

For sale: Grand Piano and 4-poster bed

June5

A good friend will be moving out of her Blue Ridge home to a new one in Loyola Grand Villas. Unfortunately she cannot bring along two precious furniture which will not fit in the new home, and has decided to sell them at very reasonable prices.

Original antique Spanish-Filipino 4-poster bed
from Bulacan, circa 1900-1910, narra, fully carved, 42 inches wide. P55,000 (pictures to be posted later)

Yamaha 3/4 grand piano (bigger than a baby grand), very dark brown color – almost black. P325,000.

Josefino Ymzon Cenizal

May21

Josefino Cenizal

Josefino Ymzon Cenizal

Uncle Pepe Cenizal was honoured with the first “Gawad Dangal ng Filscap Award” tonight at the SM SkyDome. He had sat delightedly as the 12 finalists of the Songwriting Competition entertained everyone. But Uncle Pepe didn’t realize he was part of the program till the emcees announced it. Marissa, Maui, Kim and I were teary-eyed as the video highlighted his musical legacy — Hindi Kita Malimot, Lahat ng Araw, Pagsamo, among so many more.

Robert Sena and Isay Alvarez came out in boldly printed outfits singing Pobre, Uncle Pepe’s latest composition which was also a finalist in Filscap’s competition, and ending with his most famous song Hindi Kita Malimot.

When  he was asked onstage, Uncle Pepe seemed to be skipping along in a brisk pace with his alalays, his son-in-law Eki Gonzales, and another guy, beaming brightly. He seemed to have regained his youthful vigor and sounded rejuvenated almost instantaneously, perhaps with the excitement of the occasion. (He seemed much weaker the last time I saw him at a morning event just a little more than a month earlier.)

The audience remained standing even when he asked: “How long do you think did I take to write the song Hindi Kita Malimot?” We could only guess. It took me only 5 minutes. He sang the first phrase, in a quite strong though wobbly voice and explained, that he added the second stanza later.

Hindi kita malimot, alaala kita
Hindi kita malimot, minamahal kita
Na ikaw lamang ang tangi kong minamahal
Hindi kita malimot huwag kang manimdiman
Hindi kita malimot manalig ka sinta
At kung ikaw man ay lumimot
Iyong alalahanin mahal pa rin kita

Sa pangarap ko lamang lagi kang nakikita
Dahil sa nawawalay ka sa akin sinta
Ako’y dumadalangin lalo na kay Bathala
Upang huwag kang lumimot
Pagkat mahal kita.

(Repeat the first stanza)

I remember from my childhood that a line in the song included the word ‘Bathala’, and Uncle Pepe had sang it too tonight. When I had searched the net for the lyrics, I realized that the more recent version sang by Carol Banawa had deleted the second stanza. Took me a while to find the complete lyrics, as sang by Rick Manrique.

Momi would drop me off at their house almost every Saturday, after ballet class at Filipinescas,  so Moppet and I could play house or theater, sometimes together with Minnie Rualo. We loved donning Moppet’s mom’s shoes and clothes and pretend being princesses or dalagang bukid, or roughing around with the huge dogs.  Queenie the gentle Great Dane was my favorite. Other times, we would ruffled and read through Moppet’s collection of Archie comic books.

After a sumptuous merienda of local delicacies or brownies prepared by Auntie Glo, we would lounge in the living room and listen to Uncle Pepe play ditties on the piano. Every now and then, he and Moppet, or he and I, would play a duet. But I remember that he was the very first live pianist I knew that played the timeless Rhapsody in Blue in full. I would always perk up when he played Take Five, so memorable that whenever I heard Lito Molina and his jazz band play the piece years later, I would reminisce those comfortable moments with Uncle Pepe.  I was always mesmerized when he played the piano, and would often just lie tucked in a comfortable bean bag, and fall into an afternoon nap soothed by his playing.

Such sweet comforting memories.

The Philippine Star’s article on the occasion.

Rediscovering oneself through writing

May19

Children never cease to amaze me. They never run out of creative ideas. The younger ones seem to be much more spontaneous; the older ones often pick up topics and cull from situations in their conscious environment. Either way, imagination obviously is the basis of their stories, poems, and illustrations, often instantaneously and spontaneously manifested within seconds of  the slightest stimulation — a statement, an idea, a comment, a memory.

The eight sessions I spent with 17 children aged 6 to 13 this summer were exceptionally revealing–about the kids and about myself. Frankly, I had thought I had the program wrapped up tightly when Ms. Luz Estudillo and I talked about conducting a Young Writers’ Workshop at the Headway School for Giftedness.

Little did I realize that these precocious bright kids can be more challenging to my usual flexibility and adaptability. Most were attentive, and patiently listened to explanations. Some often got ahead of the short lectures with their series of questions. Others couldn’t seem to refrain from their excited sharing and expressions. But all had more than enough to say during the many passionate discussions, and writing sessions. (Several times, I had tried to feign anger and frustration, in an attempt to get a common response — silence. Worked for a few seconds, then off we were again, almost everyone talking at the same time.)

I had tapped into countless experiences workshops with high school and college students, as well as professionals, yet kept totally open to approaches and content. The lesson plans were often mere rough outlines, open to changes and adjustments on the spot, and usually depending on the children’s reactions.

In our few weeks together, we learned to imagine, create, listen and report the facts, and express our opinions in the best words we could muster. This compilation of their works proves the deep well from which they pull their thoughts and ideas.

My role, I knew, was not to correct their grammar and spelling (I leave that to their regular teachers). But we did spent some time to help each other reading and checking each other’s work. The workshop however was meant to bolster each child’s natural ability to imagine and create, and translate their thoughts and ideas into written words, sentences, paragraphs.

We found though, that at the end, we were not only learning to write. More importantly, we were rediscovering ourselves, and learning a few other lessons in life: team work and cooperation; acceptance of our imperfection; trusting friends to help us with point we may have overlooked; respect for each others’ thoughts and ideas; listen when someone else is talking and they will listen when you are talking,

Perhaps, in a few months or years, we can look at this compilation of works, and tell ourselves “I should have included this or that point”, or “written my paragraph this way.” (I know I will say this to myself about this piece).

But then that’s the essence of learning to write – organizing and putting our thoughts on paper, editing ourselves, allowing others to edit our work when needed, and finally letting go of the final material for publishing. Anyway, we have infinite opportunities to imagine, and experiences to write about. Continue to write. It’s the only way to perfect our craft.

had tapped into countless experiences workshops with high school and college students, as well as professionals, yet kept totally open to approaches and content. The lesson plans were often mere rough outlines, open to changes and adjustments on the spot, and usually depending on the children’s reactions.

Another little crossroad

May17

Kim is considering a course change — from Social Anthropology in UP Baguio to Child Development in UP Diliman. Learned that she will have to go through an interview on Wednesday.

I couldn’t help but remember our happy and melancholy experiences last year, when Kim finally decided to study in UP Baguio. That wouldn’t have been a major decision if we were all living in Baguio City. But we were based in Quezon City, some 500 km away.

Two weeks into the school year, all three of us were feeling the strain of coping with the new situation. On my Facebook Notes, I wrote:

Mari and I are new empty nesters. Kim finally left for school in UP Baguio 2 weeks ago. Wasn’t easy when reality finally set in, so we were constantly on the phone with her. Even slept 3 nights on the sofa of her boarding house, on the pretext of fixing her computer and internet connection.

I was actually looking for excuses to stay with my baby in Baguio, but we knew that we all had to start adjusting to the situation. So I put the conditioning in my mind and even wrote:

But we’re all adjusting…. isn’t this the essence of life? Adjusting to change. Learning detachment.

So we’ve also learned to be flexible, and try to bond with or two of the girls and the apos on weekdays.

Yet,  I knew we were working on it, the best way we could individually can.

Nakakatawa nga.  Since we’ve dispatched the house help na, Mari and I go grocerying together again, buying food stuffs by hundred grams or so (di na by the kilo), butter by little packets instead of bar. won’t dare buy a whole chicken, lest we end up with a chicken-only week. But I’ve learned to order small meals from my caterer friend. (Yung sobra sa order ng iba, akin na). Still gotta learn to find time to cook several viands, and freezing them in small meal sizes. Aaabot din kami doon.

I’m back to singing with the Theresian Alumnae Chorale, the only other group aside from ECKANKAR that has given me a sense of home. (We’ve been together since 2003, singing at practically all STC events, outside gigs, and resource-generation concerts in the US.

Yesterday, we learned that Kim has gone horseback riding with Paige. (Since she was barely a year old, she’d beg us to let her ride a horse. Even suggested at one point to buy her a pony. So at the first opportunity, she and Paige go off to ride their own horses for an hour. Di pa sawa yan. Who could imagine Kim so lonely.)

And Mari’s constantly on Skype when we’re not driving around to rediscover the city. Detachment is not as hard as we thought after all.

But we feel we’re all at another crossroad again. Will she or will she not enrol in UP Baguio.Kim herself is undecided. She loves the little city of cool Baguio where so many people know each other, where taxi drivers return your full change to the last centavo, where people are courteous and helpful, where she can learn to take care of  herself, where she so much comfort with block mates.

But then, Baguio is too far from Mama and Papa and the Ates and the pamangkins, and most of her friends. In spite of the PLDT extension land line that we bought to keep constantly in touch, there’s not enough time to be together.

Manila could be a real nasty hot place, but it’s also her home.

Some weeks ago, her sisters and brothers-in-law started a campaign to urgeKim to stay in Manila and enrol in UP Diliman. One of them even gifted her with a huge jar of her favorite Nutella. “There’s more if you stay here.”

Tension is deafening. Hopefully we get to know by the end of the week. Otherwise, we all have to start readjusting again. Abangan.


Selling off my raffle prize

May16

(SOLD TO OUR NEIGHBOR’S KASAMBAHAY For P3,500. Everyone’s happy with the deal.)

Brand New 21″ Fukuda Semi-Flat TV for sale!
Originally advertised this at P5,000
NOW selling for only P4,000
after we checked prices in the malls.

I won it in a raffle last week. Got too many television sets at home, and is unnecessary to keep this one. My husband opened the opened the box and tested the set. Guaranteed new and works, though we did not bother to configure for cable TV.

The box describes the TV set as:

21″ Semi-flat TV
FT21ASNF9-VX
English OSD
Blue background
Tuner Hyper Band
Full Function Remote
181 present channels
Channels pre-engaging
ON/OFF Timer function
Multi-system PAL/NTSC
Calendar & Sleep functiom
Multi-selection Picture Mode
Auto / Manual Search & Memory

Gross weight: 22kg.

It looks like it would fit a corner snugly.

Price in the malls is P4,800 to P5,500.
Price: P4,000
For pick-up only please, in BLP Condominium, at back of SM North EDSA.

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