The PCEHSAA Image Identity
This is the official logo of Pasay City East High School Alumni Association (PCEHSAA). Created by one of the founders of PCEHSAA, Rafael de Jesus, the Logo represents the purpose of the Association to promote the interest of Pasay City East High School (PCEHS) through organized alumni assistance. With this purpose in mind we hope to fulfill the mission of PCEHS as an academic institution.
With this Logo, we urge the viewer to have a feel of what Pasay East used to be, when we were yet students of this School. This Logo suggests that we, as alumni, treasure all the colorful memories that this School has zealously imbibed in each of us.
Take a closer look at the illustrations and notice the “chair.” It is shaped dominantly with the acronym “PCEHS.” Presented in a multi-dimensional aspect and slightly elevated view, the “chair” faces the viewer eye to eye, encourages the alumni to reminisce the life that they had with PCEHS. If there’s one thing that we can easily relate to during our days at Pasay East, it was definitely our high school room icon, the “chair.” The memory of this chair is beholding that now serves as the basis for unity of the alumni of Pasay East.
The logo, however, would not be complete without a book underneath the Chair. Whether we’ve read one or not at all during our high school days, books are found to be a major component of the Logo. The books underneath the chair symbolize knowledge that brought us to the age of maturity, taught us discipline, how to build and nourish relationships with all kinds of people, awarded us with great strength that we may endure life even at times of crises, and most of all, the advice of our great teachers of the past who had painstakingly and patiently reminded us to read as we embark in shaping our future.
Though weathered and seasoned by its long years of service, the gray “chair” seemed firm and solidly grounded in a bright surrounding. The heavy frame that envelops the “chair” and acronym PCEHS (stands for Pasay City East High School) and the Alumni Association suggests that we support and protect our Alma Mater.
Here lies a challenge to the Association to get involved in knowing what the best is for the beloved institution, objectively know how it could serve it best, and take a communal action to enhance it. If there’s anything that could make Pasay East’s physical surrounding vibrant and colorful, it is the attention and involvement that the Association could give to our Alma Mater. Equipped with the values of learning that we acquired when we were still studying there and that have progressed as we lead our life to the fullest, we can make PCEHS serve its purpose as an academic institution.
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Evelyn ‘Mam D’ Datoc
G’day! Welcome to my world. As I was writing my maiden article for my column, I was feeling all excited. It is indeed an honor for me to be offered a space in our school website, thereby making me an instant columnist. In fact, I really like to write. It is through writing that I can express my feelings, my thoughts, my views, myself. So move over, Julie Yap Daza. I will give you a run of your money.
Firstly, let me give you a bit of a background about yours truly especially for those who have forgotten me or haven’t heard about me. I used to be a History teacher at the Pasay City East high School for some 17 years prior to our family migration to Sydney, Australia. It was in the Autumn of 1987, when we first set foot in the Land Down Under. It was full of excitement but there was also a feeling of uncertainty as Australia was a totally different world. As we were going through the process of assimilation, we became the new breed of Australians with flat noses. It was difficult at first but after a couple of years, we found ourselves blending quite well with the Australian way of life but not, on the other hand, forgetting the Filipino culture.
One good thing about migrants is that you have the best of both worlds. You have the option of keeping the good side of your original heritage and blending them with the good side of your adopted country’s culture. In doing so, a new culture is born. In my own personal opinion Sydney is the “Melting Pot” of Australia. It is here where different cultures meet, live, thrive, blend and create beautiful colours of life. Sydney is where opportunities abound. It is totally up to you how you would like to avail of those opportunities to invent or re-invent yourself. Australia is highly supportive of people who can contribute socially, economically and culturally to its culture. It is a vast country but with a small population. In fact, the Australian Government provides incentives to couples to encourage them to populate the land. Presently, Australia has a population of only 21 million.
My first trip back to the Philippines was in 1998, eleven years after migration. As the plane touched down the NAIA, I felt being a stranger in my own country. So many things have changed and it was so different from when I left eight hours ago. Nevertheless, I felt so excited to see my family and friends whom I have left behind. It was at this point too that I realized Philippines and Australia are two different worlds. There was a feeling of sadness knowing that my beloved country has been denied of so many things that we enjoy in OZ. As a people, we know that we have the skills necessary to improve our livelihood but unfortunately somewhere along the line, something is not working properly.
After 20 years and three grandchildren, here I am still struggling, fighting for survival still building dreams but the chances of winning are great and the harvest is promising. I was just wondering what would have happened if I stayed in the Philippines. But it doesn’t matter now. What matters is that I still feel and think like a Filipino and proud to be one.
Bye for now and see you in the next issue.
Sunday, June 01, 2008
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Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Memoirs of a School Teacher
By Evelyn (Datoc)
It was in August 1970 when I first started teaching at the Pasay City East High School. I was young and twenty. The subjects given to me were World History and Philippine Problems and the classes were five fourth year classes (College Preparatory) and 1 Third Year section 1 (Vocational) which would be my advisory class. I had just graduated from the National Teachers College in April of that same year and I desperately in need of a job to help my family.
A former classmate of mine at NTC who later became my comadre, Editha Vidal Baviera, told me that the PCEHS was in need of a History teacher. She was also a teacher at PCEHS and had started only a few months. So off I went to E Rodriguez Street in Malibay and met Mrs Rosa Sese who was the assistant principal at that time. She interviewed me casually and right there and there I got the job. They too must be desperate to get a teacher I thought. Apparently, it had been weeks that there had been no History teacher available and the other Social Studies teacher were taking turns in substituting to keep the students together which was a burden on their part. Little did I know that my teaching career would last for 17 years in this school. Perhaps it was my fate.
I felt excited and scared when they offered me the job because I knew I would be dealing with more or less 300 students a day. 300 different people with different behaviours, way of thinking, attitudes, moods, social and economic backgrounds and not to mention physical characteristics. No two people are exactly alike in the principle of Individual Difference. That was what I learned from my Psychology teacher. So I must remember them all and cater to their individual needs. As a teacher, I should always understand their behaviour on a daily basis. For example, why was Manuel always late in the morning? Why was Eduardo always tired in class? Why was Victoria so timid and shy? Why was Orlando a bully? As a teacher I have to find out the answers to these questions and as a teacher I should be able to come up with a solution to their problems. Such was the role of the classroom teacher which scared me because I might not be able to identify their individual needs or I might fail the educational system in their expectations of my capabilities or I might fail myself in my expectations of myself?
However I told myself "I desperately need this job. I'll work hard to keep this job. It's very hard to get a teaching position these days". I have to do the best I can to help mould these young people to become good members of the community, to help them achieve their goal because I knew once they finished high school, the rest would be easy. They could work during the day and go to school at night. It was very important that I should be instrumental in fulfilling their dreams. Not much later in my teaching career that I saw the look on their parents' faces, how important it was for them to see their son or daughter to have graduated. It was that look on the parents' faces that would make a huge impact on my decision to pass my students or to beg other teachers to pass my students particularly if they belonged to my advisory class. Like me, the students were also desperate to get a job to help their family.
However, there were times when you could not really get something out of a student and to fail him would not be of help but rather a burden to the school or the government but most importantly to their parents. In my 17 years of teaching, I could count from my fingers the number of students that I failed. You could not fail in World History. If you were always in my class, you would not fail in my subject. For me, attendance alone was enough to pass any student. The reason being was that he was always there and therefore had demonstrated the willingness to learn. He may not have the capacity to understand the subject but he wanted to learn. At the end of the school year, his endurance would save him and would get him on that stage to accept his diploma. On Graduation Day, the recipients of the loudest claps and cheers from fellow students would either be the student with highest honors and the one least expected to graduate.
The 17 years that I spent teaching at Pasay City East High School had been filled with pride and joy, with struggle and challenges and sadness as well. It had given me great satisfaction because I knew I had been a part of their success not only during high school but more so after graduation. What happens after graduation was a big question mark because their success would be my success and their failure would be my failure too. Such was the attachment between the students and the teacher that even after Graduation the relationship would still be there and would remain until the end of time because once you were my student you would always remain as my student and vice versa. Wherever life takes us, we will always say, "she used to be my teacher" or I would say "she used to be my student."
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Sunday, May 25, 2008
WHAT I HAVE BECOME TODAY BECAUSE OF PCEHS
By Maximino P. Villahermosa Jr.
A speech delivered at the Alumni Dinner-Forum of Pasay City East High School
Galeria de Magallanes, Lapu-lapu Avenue, Magallanes Village, Makati City
Friday, 19 September 2003
My talk shall cover the topic "What I have become today because of PCEHS". Put another way, it is about what I learned from high school that is of most benefit to me in my present life.
Most of you here do not know that because of PCEHS which I represented so many hairs ago, I am one of the 18 Educational Travel and Tourism Program Exchange Students to Zamboanga City when I was in high school. I was selected from a field of school representatives on the basis of, among other things, academics, final interview and a talent show, as in a real performance. Needless to say, the selection was rigid, with only eighteen from the Greater Manila Area making it into the entourage. As an exchange student in the summer of 1974, we were housed and "educated" in the "school of life" at Zamboanga City National High School.
We were "indoctrinated" the importance of traveling as a way to educate the youth. It was more of social interactions than academics. In today's educational jargon and psychology paradigms, it is about Emotional Quotient or E.Q. rather than Intelligence Quotient. As we now frequently hear, IQ gets you hired while EQ gets you promoted.
In Zamboanga, we were exposed to the print, TV and broadcast media. We went to a lot of socials to hone our skills and social graces. We were made to immerse in slum life as well as in the life of the rich and the famous. In all these affairs, we have to put on a brave front to showcase not only our intelligence in answering the intruding, intimidating and philosophical questions of the media but also our skills in adapting to various life situations. More important, we were trained to come up with performances in public to show off our talents in singing, dancing, music, fashion shows, dramatics, declamation and other impressive acts within a click of a finger.
As we traveled from a Zamboanga slum to a colorful house of a Sulu chieftain, our young minds and frail bodies were crammed with ideologies and experiences while being exemplaries at the same time and expected to entertain, educate and be testimonials to the success of educational travel. I remember being an alternate to delivering the famous declamation piece "Vengeance is Not ours, It's God's!" to a female representative from Pasay West. When she got ill towards the latter part of the whole itinerary, I got the permanent task in addition to being a folk and modern dancer, fashion model and narrator in our shows. Thanks to PCEHS, I was perceived a natural because I learned the techniques from Ms. Escarilla and our famous and envied high school declaimers some of whom might be here tonight like Jun Diaz, Dolores Diaz, Ding Manalili, Tessie Taylo, Nona Arce, Yotib Llorico and many others.
From then on, I never stopped traveling.
While being in college at FEU, I went on trips to the north of Luzon and even to islands down south, learning a lot about the "school of life" in the process, some of them as school representative and most of them on my own volition. It enhanced my academics and provided relief from the stringent and seemingly unending science courses my tired mind was getting form school. More than anything else, I enjoyed doing them.
Upon graduation from college, I was invited to teach and teach I gladly accepted and did. My late father wanted me to take up Journalism as a prelude to a Law degree. He was advanced for his time because these are the two professions that bag the headlines and the financial coffers in our local setting today. I now share that dream with my father. I now want to be a journalist and a lawyer. The frivolity of youth prevailed on me then. There is more "status" and "magic" in taking up a science course. My professors saw in me a flair for the Humanities and working with and among people while making good impression in the sciences so they thought I will make a good career as a salesman, in the sciences, or in teaching; of which the latter I honestly I love and preferred to do. At that time there was no money in teaching so I accepted a job in the then NSDB, now DOST, as a Quality Control Inspector for the Metals, Iron and Steel Industry that required me, again, to travel to the different parts of our country as a government representative.
This took me to where violence and strife and conflicts were at their fiercest. I remember attending mass at a church in Davao when a bomb exploded; traveling at duck in Iligan when armed men stopped the company bus where I was traveling with and ordered a search; watching a movie in Mindanao when stampede broke loose in the theatre and seeing blood and human tissues spattered on the road as I ate my noodles and sip my cola by the glass wall in downtown Cagayan de Oro. But this grim panorama of human destruction and injustice did not deter me from traveling again.
As a Chemist for Colgate-Palmolive Phils., Inc., I went on trade visits to many places outside the city to check on the quality of soaps, shampoos, toothpaste and detergents on shelf at stores and supermarkets. When those tasks were delegated to the new blood of neophyte employees later on, I made it a point to go on pleasure trips out of town on my own on long weekends or whenever time and money permitted. As I was, during all this time, taking on teaching jobs at FEU on the side, I accommodated invitations from students to their hometown in far-flung barrios. My desire to travel never diminished.
The chance to go to Saudi Arabia came. Naturally, I relished the idea, for that time I was taking on new frontiers. I learned about new cultures and philosophies of living. Nothing beats being in a foreign land, interacting with totally alien culture of the host country and adjusting to the different ways by which colleagues of all sorts of nationalities conduct themselves. It was more than just a challenge , more than just coming out of existence, more than every breathe you take to blend with Americans, Europeans, Arabs, Asians and literally all nations of the of the world and yet preserve and advance your cause of being a FILIPINO.
In Saudi we mingled with the Western world at embassy and village parties. There was nothing to do in Saudi on weekends and so there was an abundance of parties. We were much sought after in these gatherings as we had an entertainment group of doctors, nurses, engineers and laborers that provide singing, dancing and cultural shows professionally in a multinational setting. Our group was an object of desire and envy as our productions were grand, even rivaling those of the CCP, and we charge close to a hundred dollar per plate on dinner shows, proceeds of which go to local charities in the Philippines like the PGH Pediatric Ward. Networking among many Filipino sub-groupings and fraternities strengthened our influences. Truly my stay in Saudi would not have been as memorable and life-enriching without the fear of being caught by authorities because this kind of entertainment is not allowed by the host country and so all our activities were underground. Even if at times there were police and other authorities who have become our friends and regular attendees in our gatherings, we were sort of fugitives evading all government initiatives of uncovering our "Mafia". That was the "Lesson No. 1"--- Never, never trust anyone, not even your friends, or for that matter, even your countrymen, for they shall be the first to betray you. But that was part of the thrill. In Saudi, we had wine, women and song when most other nationals and expatriate workers break their minds, their hearts and their bones of boredom and deprivations, and depravations of all sorts.
While employed in Saudi, I got the chance to travel locally to historical and biblical sites. And oh, it was something I shall forever cherish! We went to Judas' cave, where it was said he rested after betraying Jesus for 30 pcs of silver. We also went to Jeddah, which is supposed to be the paradise where Adam and Eve started romance, Jiddah is an Arabic word meaning grandmother. I also went to Jubail, Riyadh, Yanbu and other outlying places. Again, traveling within the kingdom requires permit and stringent requirements. Looking at it know, I cannot but thank God for all the blessings and guidance because though most of my trips were official, there were side trips on my own agenda about my documentation tasks being an officer of a Filipino migrant workers group. I had accounts of construction workers meeting an accident and not being reported and treated in hospitals; of run-away domestic helpers who have been abused verbally, physically and sexually by their employers; of workers not being paid salaries; of truck drivers leaving their cargoes and hiding because of rape attempts on them by the road.
I also worked in Libya for ten years, for an originally American multinational oil company with offices in London but has since been taken over and Libyanized by Col. Gaddafi's government. There, I was exposed to the ways of the world, to the British, Canadians, Germans, Dutch, Irish, Moroccans, French, Italians, Venezuelans and conceited Arabs-Palestinians, Libyans, Jordanians, Yemenis, Somalians, Nigerians, etc. The experience was financially rewarding and culturally enriching but professionally draining and stagnating. As there were many conflicts in the world at the time I was in North Africa, we felt the burden of being Filipino technocrats toiling to make foreign industries and economies work. There was the Lockerbie bombing incident, the Arab-Israeli war, the Palestinian uprising, the Gulf-War, the Yugoslavian conflict to name a few. There was too much politics. It interfered in all phases of our life. Yes including the milk and coffee for breakfast. The economic sanctions determined the quality and quantity of our food at the breakfast table.
While working overseas I had the rare privilege of traveling to different cities of the world whenever my schedule and dollars would permit. I've been to London, Frankfurt, Zurich, Rome and Abu Dhabi, Bahrain, Singapore, Kuala Lumpur, Hongkong, Karachi and Bali to mention a few. My favorite destination, and I always returned to it many times, is Thailand, with its capital Bangkok, and its countrysides Koh Samui, Ayutthaya, Chang Mai, Phuket and Phattaya. It is sad because honestly we have better tourist attractions in comparison to all those places but we do not have tourists because of too much politics and the moral degradation of the Filipino psyche. We have lost all our tourists to Thailand.
Traveling had been deeply ingrained in me. But make no mistake now. I am not that moneyed. More than being wise, the urge in me to travel offsets all the barriers against it. I plan my trips, my finances, most especially. As I went on home leave every six months while working in Saudi, and later every three months while working in Libya, I saved every dollar I earned and visited world capitals during my stopovers. Or where there were airline promotions, I took the offers and the many bargains of being brought around as long as I fly their flag carriers, return. And airline loyalty program awards served me well. I never paid for my tickets, they were all free. Traveling Lufthansa and KLM for a good number of years on Business Class, I accumulated tickets and hotel accommodations for free. In Thailand later on, I was a backpacker. Most experienced travelers actually scout for cheap accommodations and eat just one or two meals a day reserving the money for more important expenses. I was one of them. As a frequent traveler I was wiser than being one with a pocket full of money.
I have to quit my overseas job because I went through a mid-life crisis that involved me caring for a sick and dying mother. Almost 5 years ago, my mother went to see Dr. Ver Galang, himself another alumni-speaker here tonight and found out that there was something wrong with her reproductive system. Upon Dr. Galang's referral, my mother went to see a specialist and was diagnosed to have cancer of the ovary. She underwent a series of operations, including hysterectomy, and a number of expensive cancer treatments like radiation, cobalt and chemotherapy and for a while was pronounced cancer-free and completely cured. But cancer is cancer and I thought within 5 years if she does not suffer remissions, she'd be lucky to extend her life. So in late 2000, I have to quit my overseas job so I can take good quality care of my mother.
I have to give up a lucrative job, a jet-setting lifestyle and all the appurtenances and fringes and power that go with it. When my father died in the late 80's I was in Saudi so I promised myself that should my mother pass away for the next life, I would make sure I would be by her side. The little pension money that I got out of working overseas ---blood, sweat and tears as any migrant Filipino worker would say---I invested locally had gone down the drain. Our economy was in a shamble. I was one of those to go down with it. And so I was left with nothing except my house and everything in it and my qualifications. It was difficult and painful. And then came the dreaded day of my life----my mother died ---- and die she did in my arms. She died only last May and the Batch '75 alumni were one of the first to sympathize. There was no regret about my decision to quit my job but mourning has become the better of me. Being now the family patriarch and matriarch in one, I felt I have matured 20 years in advance.
When I am now being asked in a scale of 1 to 10 if I have achieved my goals in life thereby making me a success, my quick answer is, it depends. But among other things, I would rate myself a 9 because foremost of my concerns was to provide my mother comfort and specifically to take care of her during her last few days on earth ---- and I did well on that. But if success is spelled-out with S's and C's in dollars and in cents, I would hardly measure up. Success is very relative and depends on how one looks at it.
As we were discussing with Marlene, the choice of speakers in this dinner forum would normally be equated with success in the perception of the ordinary layman. But thank God, Marlene is of a rare breed and she shares my vision that we get speakers with achievement, not in terms of money and the material things but because of what she/he has become to inspire the alumni and to motivate those who think they will never make it to their goals. When I asked her why me to speak in the first alumni dinner-forum, I am glad she had a different definition of achievement. Besides, she said I am a crowd-drawer like the speakers before me and of course Dr. Galang.
In 1994 when I first attended a Batch '75 reunion, our classmates in the lower sections came to me bubbling and were more than happy and relieved to tell me that seeing me gone places and, well, achieved something, they have sort of identified with what I have become. They told me that since the elementary grades, they have known me and has looked up to me and since I have gone places, they have vicariously been successful, too, because I took time out to be with them , joke with them, and well…. drink with them. That from the clutches of poverty, I was able to rise and be the person I want to be. Make no mistake though; I am not successful in the definition of an ordinary man. Neither do I have the money. But I am more or less happy with what I do now. I now forget the names of my classmates, they are the ones who used to hang out on the streets sometimes doing petty crimes and hating the establishment and those supporting the establishment. They were never friendly to those in section one because they never felt in solidarity with them. Unknown to them, I was more elated in knowing that they found inspiration in me.
These are the kinds of alumni that we want to attend our homecoming in February next year. For always, only those who think they had made good were inclined to come. Let this be an appeal to look for alumni like them who we want to hear, to see and to re-live our high school memories with.
Let me declare in this hall that I've been through a lot. I've been through good times and bad times like most of you have been. I've experienced having a lot of money, and of course, the power that goes with it and I've gone through a lot of deprivations as well. I now, obviously or not, do not have the power of money as I used to but I have no regrets. Life is making a choice and I have made mine. Living in abundance and living in famine actually does not entail a lot of difference. The difference lies in the fact that if you got the money, in contrast to one completely devoid of it, IT IS EASIER TO MAKE DECISIONS. There are a lot of options left to you. If you don't have money, you only have one choice: WORK FOR IT!
In the journey of my life, I have been traveling equipped with the basics that I learned from our beloved PCEHS. Looking back now, high school is where I acquired most of the tools that I need to live the best and the worst of my later years. It is in high school that my formative years gave me the shape that I am now. When asked about the single most influential person or institution in our life, some would say it is their mom or dad, some say it is their teacher, still others would say it is their wife or their husband or their local heroes or self-actualized persons like Mother Theresa, Gandhi, Rizal or Ninoy. My quick answer would be SCA or Student Catholic Action. It shaped my character, my dreams, my vision and my goals. It helped me know myself better and utilize my potentials to the fullest. It made me become a better person. All these formation happened while I was an SCAn of PCEHS.
Allow me to tell you three things that I considered the most important lessons in high school that have been of most benefit to me now. First is COMMUNICATIONS, or language, or speech. I know my letter G, my letter F and my letter H. I know the difference between Iraq and Iran and between Kuwait and Egypt so that I was never imprisoned when I worked in Saudi. I know assholes are hard to find. I know a lot of things because of PCEHS. I landed good jobs amidst strong competition from graduates of prestigious schools because I did well on interviews. Wherever I go, people are amazed I could talk. They thought I am into the Arts, Literature and the Humanities. At many times they couldn't believe I am a Filipino. For a scientist like me I get more than my share of respect because I have the gift of gab----I can communicate the science concepts to my peers and students----- that had served me well in my present career. Normally, a mad scientist would be that---simply mad and out of this world, many times superhuman and at times, subhuman. But to my listeners I would always be the scientist they wanted to become but did not. I am a mad scientist for all the lovable and positive reasons.
PCEHS instruction on language and communications were superb. Marlene is a fine example, and all the other alumni who not being on top of their class in high school are now very articulate and are now outstanding in their chosen careers. We have yet to hear from them. Thank you PCEHS. Thank you our dear teachers.
Second, I am lucky to be a product of PCEHS because through her I have been an apostle of educational travel. I love traveling and still would continue traveling. Money is not a problem. I've traveled far and wide even if I was in poverty. But we must admit that for the average Filipino, traveling is indeed a luxury. Where time, money and opportunity present it; do yourself a favor… travel. It will make you a learned, cultured person that no amount of money and material possessions could ever replace. Thank you PCEHS for paving the way for me to be an exchange student of the ETTP of the government.
Last but definitely not the least, and on the contrary, the most important, PCEHS allowed me to cultivate a sense of duty. Through the unselfish and untiring efforts of our teachers, and the hidden curriculum of the instruction we got, I am proud to have inculcated in my psyche values of family life, leadership and social responsibility. That the nuclear family is not to be disintegrated but rather be upheld and preserved; that the test of leadership is a test of time and exemplary service; that no man is an island so that I have to love my neighbor; that I have a social responsibility to the community where I belong; that all these make up my sense of duty; I am thankful PCEHS has put it on my mind.
The things we took for granted in high school are actually the very foundation on which our present life is rooted on. We take Social Studies and History as boring and detestable subjects in High School. But these are the fields on which the quality of our life now depends. I realized that through all my travels. The values that we teach our students and children are anchored on these subjects. Had I known it then, I would have made better in Mrs. Hizola's class. We hated the discipline of ROTC and Mrs. Flores' Health Educ. and Music programs and assignments. If we are now weak and our life is a drudgery, devoid of harmony, rhythm and in effect the music to make it livable and comfortable, it is because we took from granted the P.E. lessons we had before.
Ladies and gentlemen, three things I learned from PCEHS that had served me well in my present life: the gift of language and communications, educational travel and sense of duty. Thank you PCEHS and thank you our dear teachers for all these lessons.
We all change. As the cliché goes, nothing is constant here on earth except CHANGE. We may be in abundance now but for how long? Tomorrow we may be deprived, we may be in poverty. In all of life's ups and downs, there is one whom we can always turn to and ever willing to listen. As I close my talk I'd like to share this one favorite e-mail I received when I was still working abroad, some five years ago.
ONLY GOD IS NOT A SEASON.
Ladies and gentlemen of the house, a pleasant evening. Thanks for listening. See you all in the grand homecoming in February next year.
Villahermosa is a professor of Chemistry at the Far Eastern University and Manila Doctors College. His fields of specialisation include chemistry education, oil and gas, water and water treatment technology, and soaps and detergents.
Max began his career as a quality control inspector at the Metals Industry Research and Development Centre. In 1981 he joined the Colgate-Palmolive Philippines where he served as Control laboratory analyst. Moved to Saudi Arabia in 1984 as plant chemist for Nalco Saudi Co. and became oil chemist for Zuetina Oil Co. in Libya in 1990.
Having served as a migrant worker, he represented the migrant workers of Saudi Arabia in the First Filipino Migrant Workers seminar-forum held in Hongkong.
A native of Malibay, Max holds a master's degree in Instructional Management from Miriam College.
Posted at 11:42 pm by pcehsaa
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
BAYANIHAN NG ALUMNI PARA SA SILANGAN NG PASAY
(Ang sumusunod ay hango sa Isang artikulong inakda ni kay Gng. Consolacion Francisco para sa PCEHS alumni Association. Isinulat niya ito noon siya' y retirado na sa pagtuturo sa Pasay East)
Paaraalan, dito hinuhubog ang ugali at isipan ng bawa't batang Pilipino. Ito ay isang sagradong pook na dapat ikarangal at ipagmalaki, dahil dito ang isang bansang Malaya tulad natin ay aangat at kayang makipagsabayan sa iba kung nanaisin ng lahat.
Kung tayo'y magkakaroon lamang ng tapat at may dedikasyon sa paglilingkod, walang dudang tayo ay uunlad matapos iwanan ang paaralang minamahal pagkaraan ng apat na taong pag-aaral.
Bayanihan ng Alumni para sa Silangan ng Pasay. Napakagandang pangalan ng paaralan, Bukang Liwayway ng bagong umaga, nagbabadya ng bagong pag-asa. Pasalamatan natin ang Haring Araw sa pagsikat nito, ang buhay at panahon ay mahalagang Handog ng Panginoon.
Napag-alaman ng paaralan na pag-iisahin ang iba't-ibang Batch o taon ang samahan. Para sa akin tama po ang naisip ng pamunuan nito. Dahil iisa lamang ang paaralan natin, dapat lamang iisa rin ang maging gabay ng bawa't mag-aaral na nagsipagtapos dito kaya ito ay magiging PCEHS Alumni Association regardless of what year they graduated. Naniniwala ang pamunuan ng paaralan sampu ng mga nagsipagtapos na lalong higit na magiging matatag, makabuluhan at kapakipakinabang ang bagay bagay kung pag-iisahin ito. Bawa't tulong o bahagi ng isang miyembro gaano man ito kallit ay magiging malaki kapag pinagsama-sama.
At bilang pagtanaw ng utang na loob sa paaralang minamahal na hindi sila magiging matagumpay na mamamayan sa iba't-ibang larangan tulad ng Abogado, guro, inhenyero at iba pa, kung hindi sa minamahal na Alma Mater.
Naniniwala ang bawa't isang mag-aaral na nagtapos sa paaralang ito na dapat lamang mahalin at ipagmalaki ang INANG PAARALAN at ito'y mangyayari lamang kung susuklian ng tapat at taos pusong paglilingkod sa pamamagitan ng pagkakaroon ng isang proyektong makatutulong sa pangangailangan ng paaralan partikular sa mga nagsisipag-aral sa ngayon. Dito magsisimula ang pagsibol ng bagong henerasyon.
As Lord told us, "What did you do with what I gave you? What did you do with your life…all the gifts, talents, opportunities, energy relationships and resources God gave you?
Alam nating iisa lamang ang ating patutunguhan. Alam nating HIRAM lamang ang buhay na ito. Gamitin nating makabuluhan ito sa halip na ang SARILI lamang ang ating paglalaanan, ibahagi rin natin ito sa IBA.
Sabi nga ng Panginoon anomang ginawa ninyo sa inyong kapuwa, ginawa ninyo sa AKIN.
Ang matuwid na tao ay hindi nagsasagawa ng ikabibigat sa nangangailangan. Ibahagi natin ang anomang biyayang kaloob sa atin sa ating kapuwa.
Marami tayong maibabahaging tulong sa ating paaralan:
Katulad ng pag-adopt sa mag-aaral na mapagkalooban ng scholarship program sa isang poor but deserving student para makapagpatuloy ng pag-aaral sa kolehiyo.
Magdonate ng mga school equipment na kailangang-kailangan ng paaralan tulad ng Computer Units, CD player, Overhead projector, etc.
Mga aklat para sa ating Library at marami pang iba.
Mga proyektong kapag naisakatuparan at naibabahagi ay walang dudang babalik sa atin ng sampung doble.
Ako, bilang isang dating guro ng paaralang ito, na ang puso ay nasa inyo sayang nga lamang at hindi ako makakadalo dahil sa karamdaman. Ang tanging hiling ko lamang ay ipagdasal ninyo ako na lumawig pa ang aking buhay para makapaglingkod pa rin sa inyo alang-alang sa ating minamahal na paaralan.
Mabuhay ang PCEHS!
Mabuhay tayong lahat!
Posted at 11:53 pm by pcehsaa
Monday, May 05, 2008
"Bringing the past is vital, for it is the key to the future
– without it [the] future will be bleak."
Rafael de Jesus, one of the founders of PCEHSAA, passed away last February 7, 2007 at the age of 50. We lost a dear friend, an esteemed colleague, a fine artist and a commercially potent architect in the international market.
His involvement in Pasay City East High School Alumni Association (PCEHSAA) marked a major step away from the hopelessness and deprivation of the majority of the students of Pasay City East High School (PCEHS), his alma mater.
Rafael was the first foreign-based alumni who became selflessly involved to put the PCEHSAA on track in making its projects and activities and in dealing with complex problems that beset the Association. His participation was so unique that this writer could declare it the first ever in the history of PCEHS ever since it was established in 1968.
In 2004 the Homecoming core launched a search for outstanding alumni whose work and actions benefited the PCEHS community. It was Emma Ovejas now Mrs. Deloso, of Class '73 who suggested a Canada-based multi-awarded visual artist in painting and alumnus working as an Architect. She was referring to Rafael.
She contacted Rafael at once and enlightened him about our mission. Rafael was already a big success in the field of major architectural and real estate-related consulting firms in Canada. He was the artist of choice by the City of Calgary government projects. His talent and devotion to his craft were well received and sought after by developers, architects and marketing agencies. I've never been to Canada but according to my sources, his works were regularly published in the newspapers and magazines there.
There was certainly a big change in the life of the Association when not only did Rafael confirm his attendance and participation in the projects for the 2004 Homecoming but also declared his involvement in the formalization and legalization of the organization as well. His personal contributions fortify his message in one of his first emails to me that says, "Bringing the past is vital, for it is the key to the future – without it [the] future will be bleak."
While studying at PCEHS, Raffy, as he was fondly called by his former classmates, participated in numerous painting competitions and received several major awards including a first place in the regional level and third place on a national level of the Red Cross-sponsored "On-The-Spot" Painting Contest. He won the first prize and was awarded with the prestigious President Ferdinand Marcos trophy in the First Community Chest of Greater Manila Painting Contest by beating entries from other schools such as San Beda, Letran, Lourdes High, Manuel de la Fuente, and many more. (View the artwork or see related link).
He studied Architecture at the University of Santo Tomas where his talents led him to receive more awards from its two annual competitions. After college, he took an apprenticeship position at the office of Jorge Ramos and Associates. The firm is best known for projects such as PGH Diliman, Lung Centre, Baguio Convention Centre, GSIS Manila and the Puerto Azul Resort. In 1977, he moved to Canada, where for a number of years he had worked as a draftsman. It was in 1983 that he started his own practice, at a time when the Calgary economy was still in recession.
To fulfill an intense desire to master architectural depiction, he attended the School of Design in Harvard University in 1989. Working with the prestigious American Society of Architectural Illustrators (ASAI), Raffy was able to indulge a lifelong passion for his craft that provided him the means to challenge himself through its Annual International Competition and Exhibition. He was the only Filipino who had received Honor awards five times from this highly competitive venue.
Raffy must have been one of the very few successful graduates of Pasay East and marvelously performed in all of his endeavors but his real joy is found in the services he rendered for his Alma Mater. Making the association a legal non-profit corporation was the first thing in his mind.
When I communicated with Raffy I was only thinking of borrowing the art pieces that he created during high school, especially the entries that won awards from the Community Chest and Red Cross for showing to the Pasay East public. To my amazement, however, he took a long leave from his office to do a very unique, genuine and organic involvement by creating a group of paintings. As a result, not only did we receive his old pieces but he created more than just we have hoped for and had wanted from any alumni. Perhaps his greatest pleasure in life as an alumnus of Pasay East lies in being able to express his sense of gratitude that when the opportunity came, like when we tracked him down to participate in the 2004 homecoming projects and when he was invited to join the group of founders to make the Alumni Association legal, he happily and readily accepted it with open arms.
His help did not stop from signing the legal papers. It impressed me so deeply that he was able to keep his promise that he will do the best he can to help in spite of the fact that he was living abroad. In 2003 he created his masterpieces for auctioning to raise funds for the Foundation. These are five paintings that made this organization healthier and richer - the "A View From My Kitchen Window," "A View From My Studio," "Rideau Canal - An Urban Landscape," "Hanson Creek," and the last piece coded as "DSCN0004." Leonel Valle, the salutatorian of PCEHS class 1995, a fellow PCEHSAA Board member and founder, described these art pieces as, "the paintings are remarkable. It gives a sense of pride that someone from Pasay East can paint as heavenly as these."
These paintings with sizes ranging from 5x7 to 12.5x16 were placed on exhibit for one whole week at the old library of PCEHS on the second floor of the Main building along with other photographs depicting life of the alumni during and after high school, and as the highlight of the 2004 affair, the plan was to place it at the right wing of the Main Entrance of the school for public viewing.
The first time Max Villahermosa, another fellow board member and incorporator from Class 1975, and I viewed the artworks at his suite in Copacabana Hotel in February 2004, we knew that it's going to capture the most essential emotion of our beloved teachers, his classmates, the invited leaders of the Local Government of the City of Pasay and its prospective buyers.
Yes, the paintings did capture not only the eyes but the hearts and minds as well of those who had seen it. The primary intentions of the 2004 Homecoming was to gather the alumni in a gala party just like in the 1998 Homecoming; the aim was to get as many alumni to attend as possible. At the same time, spotlight the success and achievements of distinguished alumni here and abroad to serve as models and inspirations to most of his or her peers and the students who study at PCEHS.
That night of February 28, 2004 homecoming, we're supposed to highlight the most profound of Raffy's emotions bared in his paintings. That event, however, was not spared of a sad fact about a small group in these alumni who had unreasonably expressed resistance and typically imposed limits in welcoming growth. This small group had viciously and literally blocked the posting of the paintings downstairs where everybody could have seen it. Thanks to the help of a few men and women of the Alumni who have bravely asserted vigilance to recover the paintings. It was too late and placed though in a place hardly seen by the public.
This harrowing experience did not prevent Raffy from helping us. Before going back to Canada, he specifically expressed his intention of awarding the "Hanson's Creek" to PCEHS through the Principal, Mrs. Lourdes Monje. Believing that this is one of the best things that we could do to our Alma Mater, on January 23, 2006, at the eyes of a number of PCEHSAA board Members, the painting, "Hanson's Creek" was awarded to PCEHS.
In betweens, he had shared and expressed his views and stands on issues involving the alumni. He had led this leadership to be concrete and firm with its plans, views and stands
on matters dealing with fundraising activities. For him, there's nothing more important than defining the goals and the amount to be achieved.
In October 2005 he created the next important thing for PCEHS Alumni, the Foundation's image identity and on July 2006 he revised it to suit the financial capability of the Association. (View the PCEHSAA logo)
The image of Rafael will always be reflected in each and every responsible incorporators, trustees, officers and members of PCEHSAA.
Rafael will always be remembered for his love and assistance to PCEHS and the Association. Today his legacy continues to be fulfilled through the PCEHSAA's Rafael de Jesus Memorial Scholarship under the guiding principles provided by his family headed by his brother, Dennis de Jesus of class 1976. A comprehensive selection system involving qualified students is managed and supervised by the PCEHSAA.
Rafael is survived by his wife Angelita Molina de Jesus, and sons John Rafael and Miguel Thomas de Jesus. They now live in Calgary.
Rafael's works are accessible in this website and his personal website www.rdejesus.com which has been continued and updated by his family.
Posted at 07:56 am by pcehsaa
Saturday, April 26, 2008
PCEHS Class 1983 Intimacy To Friendship After 25 years
By Anton Digohermano, Class 1983
After that simple get-together November 4, 2004 at Jollibee Evangelista it seemed like we really enjoyed each other as the batch has amazingly been involved to a lot of activities since. That initial meeting, 23 years after high school, has inspired us to prepare for our 25th Anniversary this year 2008. But before advancing to the preparation for a grand celebration of our Silver anniversary a rather nostalgic class reunion to most of us successfully took place on August 5, 2006 at the PCEHS campus.
In our class, like in most other batches, you can go for years without contacting even your closest peers. But when reunited, the exchanges of high school memories just overflow. No amount of happiness can best describe our emotions when once again our happy days at Pasay East were revisited. Laughter and joy echoed through the night as fascinating stories of "naughtiness-" and "misdeeds"-tinted past adventures were recalled.
What made the gathering unique that gave us much honor was the presence of 60 batchmates from Archie, Boyle, Curie, Dalton, Einstein, Faraday and Galileo and of our former teachers Mrs. Esguerra-Delos Reyes, Mrs. Estella Cruz, Ms. Rivera, Mrs. Dimaguiba and Mr. Quevedo whose teachings we will live on as a result of their patience and love for their profession. The presence of our teachers and batch mates mixed with the booze, a dance number from the girls, a customary gift-giving, everyone appeared friendlier as they gamely joined the class picture-taking, and voila! A sumptuous lechon donated by Mayor PeeWee Trinidad through another batchmate and Pasay City Councilor elect Onie Bayona are definitely the key ingredients for this successful batch '83 reunion.
On the organizational side, two section representatives were selected. These representatives are expected to: 1) organize the core of the batch. 2) contact the members, verify and update their contact details, and 3) inform the Class of its projects and activities.
It was indeed a night to be treasured, of sharing talents, ideas, food, gifts, and energies with Pasay East. Seeing your long lost buddies and friends you haven't seen for years and taking a glimpse of your old crushes once again was a moment of greater friendship.
The strength of Class 1983 lies in the spirit, involvement and enthusiasm of its members and teachers. Here is a list of projects and activities where you can participate and get re-united with our classmates and friends:
Gift-giving with Allouette Foundation of Malibay. Spearheaded by a batch mate based in Japan, Amy Flores-Uchida, the first one was held December 16, 2006 at the gym of Barangay 179 in Maricaban, Pasay City. 50 children mostly residents of Apelo Cruz, Malibay, and Maricaban benefited from this project. It started at Ms. Uchida's encouragement to continue her tradition for gift-giving in the said communities.
Class '83 Year-end gathering. The goal is to hold it annually. The first Year-end gathering was held December 22, 2006 at Loida Verdadero-Jacinto's residence. We were able to extend some help to Pearly, a batch mate who is at present cancer-stricken. Also, it was a pleasant first year-end gathering night with Diego Llorico who managed to come to the party despite his extremely busy showbiz schedule with GMA's Bubble Gang.
Batch '83 Silver Anniversary on July 26, 2008, Sunday, at 6 P.M, Pagcor Forum Hall, NAIA Road, Parañaque City. We are calling on all our members to join and get involved too.
To Class '83, Happy 25th anniversary!
Posted at 10:52 pm by pcehsaa
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
A SIMPLE THOUGHT ON BAYANIHAN
by Josephine Digohermano, Class 1973
(Josephine is now based in Europe working there as a nurse)
Many years ago, my secondary education was made possible through a scholarship grant. I was fortunate enough to have that chance at quality education. I owe my present status in life to our school (Pasay City East High School). Nobody can tell me what would have happened if I didn’t get that grant. But one thing I know for sure - those good Samaritans, whoever they were, extended their helping hands and in doing so inspired me to strive further. Those gestures made me realize that dreams are achievable if only we have the will to do so. I gained hope and courage. The school motivated me to be objective in my actions in order to realize my dreams. Some may call it fate (or it might be luck) for the door of opportunity has been opened before me. For all the help and support I received, I would like to take this opportunity to say,
“Thank you very much indeed!”
Now, I see it an obligation for me to return the favour. I was once a recipient of bayanihan and now I want to help.
I went to Europe not because I craved to travel or to experience luxury abroad. There, I struggled my way up, through thick and thin, to realize my dreams.
Our alma mater is responsible for what I have become and why I am able to support my family now. We were not sufficiently well off - that somehow became a reason why I wasn’t popular then. But I didn’t lose faith. My burning desire to pursue what I believed in paved the way to my happiness. There’s nothing more important to me now than to express my gratitude to my family. I may not be able to solve problems of global scale but my personal tasks to promote welfare, good health and peace for my family must be accomplished.
Many people tend to take life for granted. Sometimes we disregard our parents’ and teachers’ well-meaning advice and indulge in our own personal whim. I am proud to say all that advice and encouragement has served as inspiring lessons. It has taught me how dreams can be formed and realised.
We gained so much from the overwhelming support that our school and teachers have given us during our time. Our theme, “Bayanihan ng Alumni sa Silangang Pasay” is a fitting call to those who have successfully established their life now. We can contribute worthwhile projects for our school that are highly coordinated with the Alumni Foundation. We look for alumni connections because we want to reach out. Now is the chance to lend a helping hand.
In this homecoming, our alma mater bring us all together again not only to have fun but to make us aware that up to this time the majority of its students belong to the less privileged class of the society. For sure, our students now deserve to have the kind of training that we received from our teachers before, from experienced people of integrity and wisdom. Let us join hands under the “Bayanihan ng alumni sa Silangang Pasay.”
I now live here in Austria but know very well the living conditions in Manila. My brother Anton from Class ’83 would from time to time update me of the situations especially in our school. The fact still remains that most of the parents of our youth in PCEHS fail to carry out their responsibility of taking good care of their children, teaching them and guide them through their youthful years. This is so because most of them still live through this age of social poverty that creates confusion to the parents as to what they should prioritise – shall they find time to teach and guide their children or they will just rely on what the teachers and the school can do for their children. Another fact remains that not all teachers are qualified to teach. Because of this, they need more training.
Poverty and the lack of education or knowledge I think is the very reason why the educational functions of the public school teachers like in PCEHS have weakened now. They could hardly handle the situations inside the classroom. I could imagine the very poor condition not only of the students but of the teachers inside the PCEHS premises.
This is the right time to pay back our school. We can do it in any way we can, not necessarily in cash. If we don’t have that yet for not all PCEHS alumni are successful yet, perhaps harmony, profound understanding and real love for one another will contribute in creating meaningful projects for PCEHS. Let’s give the PCEHS youth now the chance to experience a better life inside the PCEHS. This is our turn to spread hope and faith but mostly the chance to make dreams come true.
Hereby I am going to close my contribution and I just want to say thank you again. Salamat. Thank you. Danke
Posted at 02:02 pm by pcehsaa
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Roberto T. Capco
PCEHS Class 1981
Following are excerpts of Bobby Capco’s speech at PCEHS Alumni Dinner-Forum 2 at Malibay Plaza in November 2003 and an interview with him in July 2004.
I grew up in Malibay. Nuong panahon namin, nung bata pa ako, iba. Naglalakad lang ako from my house to Pasay East. Four years yon. Dati, no’n hindi gano’n kasikip ang Malibay. Ngayon hindi na siya gano’ng klase.
Dati nagtatanim pa ako ng munggo sa tapat ng bahay namin. Nag-aalaga ako ng mga rosas ng nanay ko. May garden kami dati sa tapat ng bahay namin.
Ang ikinabubuhay namin, pagtitinda sa palengke. Nakatira kami malapit sa simbahan sa P. Santos. Pero iba na ngayon ang Malibay. It is not like before. Sobra talaga. Iyong drugs, sobra talaga. Ito ang pinakamalaking problema ngayon.
Rehab is not the real solution to the problem. Yung [drugs] supplier ang problema na ando’n right in the middle of Malibay. To free Malibay from drugs, kailangan arestuhin ang mga protectors.
Tumutulong ako sa Alumni because that is my core value.
“That’s my core value. Yung desire ko for learning, to excel, yung formative years ko that I spent sa PCEHS. I would have wanted my own brothers to have the same [opportunity]. But since it’s too late… I’d rather that the children of this institution benefit from whatever I can give.
Kung hindi tayo dumaan sa PCEHS hindi tayo makararating sa kinalalagyan natin ngayon…
Muntik na kong hindi grumadweyt no’n kasi tambay ako sa tindahan ni Aling Chayong at umiinom ng “Mountain gin.” Kung hindi tayo dumaan sa PCEHS hindi natin mararating ang buhay natin ngayon. Dito ko sa PCEHS natutunan ang pakikipagkapwa.
Wariin nating mga alumni ng PCEHS kung ano ang nasa puso natin. Request ko sa alumni, tingnan ang Malibay, itanong sa ating mga sarili, “ano ang gusto natin sa ating komunidad?” What we want is economic development for our community. The choice is ours. I hope I said something good tonight.
Bobby started his career in 1984 as a Business Reporter of the Times Journal, then joined the staff of the Philippine Star where he became Chief of Reporters at first then promoted as News Editor later. He was assigned to cover the broadsheet’s political beat until 1996. An expert in PR and media relations, he put up the Signus Consultancy and Management Co. that successfully handled clients like former Sen. Leticia Ramos Shahani, Speaker Joe de Venecia, and former Cebu Gov. Emilio Osmeña.
His earlier postings include media consultant in 2000 for then Vice President Gloria Macapagal Arroyo, Press Undersecretary for Operations in 2001 and Deputy Presidential Chief of Staff in the Office of the President in 2003. A native of Malibay, Bobby received a bachelor’s degree in business administration from the University of the East.
Posted at 09:58 am by pcehsaa
Monday, April 07, 2008
Straight From The Heart of PCEHS Batch 80
By Valentine “tine” Balmes Custodio
(Tine Blames Custodio wrote this article on the occasion of PCEHS Class’ 25th anniversary in 2006)
High School Reunions are very special occasions. It is something which every adult looks forward to. True, there are times that when we heard about it, we want to shrug it off but deep inside we know we must be there. It is very special because it is a time where we get to meet again our bosom friends and reminisce the good old boisterous high school days. It is special because we rekindle the friendship that once warmed our heart and a time to get reconnected with our high school teachers.
Thus, on this occasion of the 25th year homecoming of PCEHS Batch ‘80, we the Silver Jubilarians would like to take this opportunity to thank our teachers for honing our skills and our values. We cannot repay you for your labours of love but may we from the bottom of our heart say this: It is not in vain to be a Teacher.
To all our schoolmates, just like the Lord Jesus, the Messiah, we had a humble beginning but if we will keep on doing what is right and good and make the most of the talents and abilities God gave us even with a meager resources, we can be an instrument or a channel of blessing for our family, our community and our country.
AIM high PCEHS Alumni!
Posted at 12:09 am by pcehsaa
Thursday, March 06, 2008
TRANCE-ZEN-DANCE: My Spiritual Awakening
by Anton Digohermano
There are moments that we fall in a trance, when we ponder we are already in a state of trance, though we may not be aware of this but it is actually what is happening when we think of an idea or trying to find an answer to a difficult question or perhaps a solution to a problem. The moment we focused our mind to such activity, we are tapping or connecting to the universe itself which is a vast full of resources, we are somewhat tuned into this alter state of mind, especially during a relaxation or meditation we are drifting into a trance.
At a young age I was already aware of my spiritual orientation, a sentiment I just kept within me. I wondered about everything that has somewhat aroused my curiosity. At age ten, I started scouring the verses of revelation in the Bible. I wondered why my sister and her friends were so worried after expressing their views and concerns regarding the verses.
This experience has led me to asking myself about my existence and my purpose in life as I marvel about the creation of the universe. My simple imagination was sinking into the rumbling waves of questions in my mind. It seems that an inner entity has kept on suggesting questions that I cannot understand. One thing is sure though, that out there, there is an answer to every question that I have in mind.
Silently, I searched for the truth in the hope to find the sanctity of God and my divine nature. This maxim has opened the door of mystical quest for my craving to unveil a secret horizon.
My attraction to mystiques and other occult's relative phenomena is so great that I cannot resist the alluring features of our mysterious life. To me, life is full of ambiguities; its definition and meanings may vary depending on how we view, accept and express it. Such is an innocent curiosity as that of a child that adds depth of perception to the enigma of life.
There was a time in my life I felt I was trapped in a personal crisis, and I didn't seem to go right. Indecision has torn me apart; pessimism has denied me the opportune times I had at hand. The thought of giving up has occurred, as I didn't know exactly what to do in a life I have once failed to understand. This is all but a product of inferiority complex.
A time came when I noticed that the negative thoughts enveloping me were already taking its toll on me. It wasted my time, consumed my effort, and deteriorated my health. And what is emotionally distressing is the feeling of failure and isolation.
What am I doing here on earth? Why was the earth created? Why am I here? Where do I come from? What are the reasons of God's creations? Why there is a God? Where did God come from?
Those questions accumulated quickly and sprouted from a simple clamor turned into a complicated query. Realizing then I was searching for God, and I sighed faithfully deep within; "God let me understand the worthiness of my existence!"
Into the fortress of tranquility I lived, serenity flourished within and sheltered me with sentiments of thoughts that gave me dignity, and best aspirations in life no matter how unfortunate a circumstance have unfolded, there's always a new horizon to look forward to…
Now, I understand those consequences I've been through. Such obscurities were stages of spiritual pursuance driven by an inner force, creating situations of metaphorical acts seemingly illogical. But, if given proper attentions and deeper insights, only then relevance will make sense.
Failures on material aspects of my life were all opportunities in disguised that shaped my spiritual consciousness into divinity of my being as an important creation of God.
I gazed in awe of the prisms of light that flashes through and forth my eyes. That frantic moment made me breathe deeply while intuitively looked around. While I was aware of my body lying on bed, I felt I was floating. At one point, I found myself in two different dimensions. I sensed I was in a state of drowsiness and consciousness.
As I closed my eyes again, my ascension became much faster as I held my breath. I got up in fear and hurriedly gasped for air. I felt slightly dizzy and drank a few glasses of water. It seemed like I have traveled on a desert as I felt dehydrated.
I've noticed those bizarre occurrences on me when I was ten or eleven years old. That was my first encounter of unknown event in my life. At such an early stage of existence, I was exposed to a sort of magical or mystical incident I should say responsible in shaping my spiritual belief. I am glad that my reading of some explanations on paranormal experiences has opened my mind and broadened my views in life.
Why am I saying this? At the end of the tunnel-like darkness, I noticed a sparkle of lights. From a distance, I saw it was glowing that I can't resist following it. I noticed that it was leading me somewhere. I don't know what happened but I found myself placed within the lights surrounded by lights in vibrant colors. That was my first glimpse of illumination and I savor that wonderful experience of, to me, divine ecstasy. What a blissful feeling!
Poetry of Life
Life is like a day that has a destiny,
Like the plants that come from seeds,
Tiny seeds, living seeds…
All the things around you still and alive;
People seems to forget, God gave us wisdom,
I don't understand what life means to me…
The poem was supposed to be the lyric of a short melody composed by a classmate of mine way back elementary days. Because of its poetic nature, our music teacher encountered difficulty in attuning my verse to the given harmony. She even edited the words to accommodate the tune, but in vain. At the end of the school year, I received a ribbon from her with an inscription of the word "Poetic."
Posted at 11:01 pm by pcehsaa