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“First time mo?”

For the first time, Araw ng Compostela/Buganihan Festival was featured, live, on a regular morning TV show.

For the first time, Compostela, represented by Gabi National High School, will have an entry in annual Kadayawan Festival of Davao City this August and was announced on TV.

For the first time, a local eatery through its cooking crew cooked the “specialty of the house” in from of a TV camera, live.

For the first time, a platoon of beauties and brains showed their elegance and pride for representing their respective barangays in a beauty pageant, was presented publicly on a set of a TV program.

For the first time, the municipal ground prepared purposely for the Agro-Trade Fair was used as an open-field TV show set and connected through a live patch simultaneous to a show in the TV program in Davao City.

All of these were happening because for the first time Maayong Buntag Mindanao, a regular morning show of ABS-CBN Davao City, featured Araw ng Compostela and Buganihan Festival to the whole of Davao Region, showcasing culture, products, services, tourism, and people.

And of course, for the first time, the people of Compostela, lead by Mayor Lema P. Bolo, will proudly tell the whole world “Compostela Love Ko…Padayon sa Paglambo”.

First time mo?





(The Untold Tale of the Close Mystic Relative of Maria Cacao)

She was a mysterious lady resting quietly on top of the majestic mountain range overlooking a town where one does not have any idea who she was until one is will be willing to know who she is.

She was introduced to me by a teacher friend, who is presently the school head of Bango High School in Compostela, Mam Cynthia.

One morning on May 20, 2017, I together with my best friend Konsehal Engr. Alan Calalas, travelled through the newly-concreted road leading towards the mountains of Barangay Ngan, where two dental outreach, courtesy of the office of Konsehal Alan in cooperation with Dr. Tita Sumalinog Calalas and her dentist friends, and ACT Now Foundation Philippine, were initiated and served. One dental extraction outreach was held at Mambusao Elementary School, the other one was in Bango High School.

We went first to Mambusao before going to Bango, logically because the former is nearer than the latter. After shorts chats and photo opportunities, in both venues, we immediately left but not Bango. Before we go, Mam Cynthia enlightened me of the story of Her Majesty. She told me that my writings of Maria Cacao enticed her make connectivity of the mysterious lady peacefully calming herself at the range. Out of curiosity and interest of the subject, I was obliged, together with my companions Engr. Alan, Dave and Undoy to follow her lead. She ushered us, to see for ourselves the terrain of Tambuyong Mountain Range and specifically pointed the resembling body parts of the majestic and mysterious guardian of the treasures representing nature and its importance to the life and living conditions of people. While the flock of heavy and white clouds did not cooperate well for our best sights, the manifestations of the lady were obvious and clear. To our amazement, from her forehead to her cheeks, nose, mouth, neck, breast, stomach, knees and feet, our imaginings and the illusions of our eyes had painted a picture in our minds and emotions that indeed this mystic creature do really exists.

With great gusto of unlocking some mysteries and stories behind the mysterious story, I made inquiries from different people to share profound understanding of the discovery at hand. While collecting and digging for essential pieces of the puzzle, I decided to name the lady fit for her highness just to make reference and easy recall of her existence. She is Bubaye Sang Tambuyong (pronounced as Bubay nga pinalanay), an indigenous peoples Mandaya term for “The Lady of Tambuyong”.

Tambuyong, for basic information, is the name given to the highest mountain range on the eastern side of Compostela, Compostela Valley which stretches the mountainous territory of barangays Mangayon, Tamia, Ngan, and Panansalan. It borders the territorial jurisdiction of Boston and Cateel, Davao Oriental. It hosts the mossy-bonsai forest and vegetative covers, houses endemic and exotics life forms, both plants and animals, and kept vastly untapped repository of mineral resources.

Sorting the collection of significant experiences of old Mandaya inhabitants about the mystery of the lady, hair-raising and heart-pounding revelations have been recounted. Legends have it that:

1. No one have had even dared to set foot on it, then and now. Meticulous and forbidden rituals are necessary before one has the true courage to come even closer to the range. Those who dared and undermined the rituals were gone forever.

2. There is big portion on the range which is believed to be like a huge magnet that even planes and helicopters of Valderama or of the government never tried to approach close distance worried that it will be pulled towards the earth’s core. Some even compared the spot with the famous Bermuda Triangle.

3. When someone is within the perimeter closer of the range border, she or she will be lost or “mino” in Bisayan term. Thus, when experiencing no escape, one deliberately inflicted pain to own body by making wounds or biting the lips or smashing something to any body parts to keep the mind alert and to held from falling asleep. An experience that is closely familiar with the story of Ibong Adarna.

4. There is a place called “Lugar sa mga Kalabera” or a place of skeletons. These bones were believed to be the left-over from the bodies of those who dared to enter the place.

5. The trees and plants seen from a distance are just optical illusions. It was believed that these were part of Cacao plantation which Maria Cacao will be harvesting during rainy/flood seasons.

6. When the clouds covered the resemblance of the sleeping enchanted lady, it was believed that the she is jealous and will never reveal herself especially to people who have hidden and unwelcome motives.

7. If accidentally come to the place, it was believed that the mineral elements like gold, silver and copper were completely visible and within the hands reach but touching and keeping them will mean death is certainly coming.

8. Unusual and bizarre animals and plants of different shapes, sizes and sounds can be seen and experienced within the range.

9. The clean and crystal clear water that springs from the gigantic hole in a size of car can be found within the place. While it looks clean and thirst-quenching, anyone who dared drink from it had been poisoned to death.

10. Workers from Valderama had once a story that a Bulldozer which dared to razed the trees in the enchanted territory was swallowed by a giant quicksand (“huyong-huyong”, kumonoy).

Hearing the stories was enchanting yet fulfilling. It was like listening to fairy tales while at the same time taking the messages of the tales as a stern reminder that indeed nature works in its own unique and distinct way.

On a personal note, the range is life. Protecting and preserving the range make a peaceful and orderly contract with the majestic lady guarding what have been around her careful watch. While seeing her from the distance she was sleeping, making her awake by destroying and abusing the treasures on the bed where she reclines will mean untoward event that would affect live and properties of the people and communities benefiting from them.

We left the place, an ideal view deck at one spot in Bango High School to have a clear look of the lady, with individual self-proclaimed assignments to make. I promised to write this piece, Engr. Calalas committed to pass legislation to protect and preserve Tambuyong Mountain Range, Dave Damalerio scheduled to file the legislation at the Sangguniang Bayan secretariat on Tuesday morning and Undoy Rolando Ondoy Danlo will help look and find stories to make this write up legendary.

Before stepping down the concrete stair cases from the school toward the main road, we all said thanks to Mam Cynthia Apog Vasquez.


TAMBUYONG REVELATION #2 #preserveandprotecttambuyong

Tambuyong Mountain Range is NATURE”s last best hope of Compostela, Compostela Valley.

Loving it is prerequisite to preserving and protecting it.

Kosehal Engr. Alan Calalas has already made a legislative milestone by filing measures today at the Sangguniang Bayan 2 landmark legislation, namely:

1. An ordinance declaring Tambuyong Mountain Range as protected wildlife and biodiversity sanctuary and as off-site eco-tourism destination

2. A resolution requesting the national government through Congress and DENR to declare Tambuyong Mountain Range as Protected Area under the National Integrated Protected Area System.

Anyone of us can also do our shares.



A must look!

Wow, a new revelation is more than just a simple write up.

My cousin Iza sent to me a picture a couple of minutes ago that revealed Tambuyong Mountain Range is not​ only protected by one but two mystical creatures.

Another worthy article coming up for this.

Observe the pictures taken from the balcony of uncle Saldy’s and auntie Marilou’s house by their daughter Agaw Iza at Bango.

A couple or a Siamese/Conjoint twins? Well, Let our imaginations​ be the judge.



A tip to LGU:

Just like the sleeping lady in the mountains of Lanao and the sleeping dinosaur of Mati, the “Resting Man and Lady of Tambuyong” is an off-site tourism attraction.

We need neither step on nor roam around the area to enjoy its greatness. The long stretches from Maparat to Lagab, Poblacion, Osmena, Ambawan, Nursery, Mambusao, Kantigbao, Pulang Lupa, Bango, Quarry, even up to Spar Dos, are thousands of spots and angles ready enough for some worthy clicks.

Tourism attraction and promotion without a penny of investment, isn’t it?





Yes, I stand by my declaration that Tambuyong Mountain Range is the nature’s last best hope of Compostela.

Let me share a little, a very little, understanding of local governance…

I got an information that in the formulation of the Forest Land Use Plan (FLUP) of the town, facilitated by the DENR, the technical working group have had recommended the protection and preservation of the Range.

Timely and relevant, the Sangguniang Bayan of Compostela has already included in the calendar of business in the next week’s regular session the same purpose of protection and preservation of the Range.

While the aforementioned moves are all in policy forms, these are significant enough to be a solid foundations and catalyst for real and concrete actions toward a viable and sustaining protection and preservation of the Range.

The challenge now for the LGU is to transform these policies into actionable programs by making the protection and preservation of the Range a priority in the Comprehensive Development Plan (CDP) and invest resources thereof by including the item in the Local Development and Investment Plan (LDIP). For consistency and propriety, the Municipal Development Council (MDC) should annually appropriate funds in the Annual Investment Program (AIP) for the purpose so that programs, projects and activities will be mobilized, thereby protection and preservation of the Range will not just be a lip service but true.

By doing so, the LGU correctly and appropriately execute the mandate of the Local Government Code’s mandate on the four (4) basic functions of the LGU, namely; General Government/Public Services, Environmental Protection Services, Social Services and Economic Services, which the protection and preservation of the Range cuts across. These will ultimately trickle down to the general welfare of the people as pronounced in the general welfare clause of the local government code.

The bottom line, there is hope in the nature’s last best hope.


(A tale of oneness and hospitality in the face of adversity)

While it was not easy for them to cross the fine thin line between risk and safety, from one city to the other, there’s always a good side of every story believed to be worst.

About 5 minutes upon arriving home safe, I’ve had a serious but funny talk to my cousin, who is about 2-decade younger than I am, about an authentic version of his personal exodus from a place near the battle ground in Marawi City toward the welcoming abode in Iligan City. For the purpose of this piece, I conveniently call him Kuya, a name we used to refer him at home.

Kuya is senior college student of the Mindanao State University (MSU). From day one to the third, he along with his classmates and other students were staying in a place while the fire-fight was going on. He related that on the onset of the battle between the government forces and the Maute group, they had no idea they were just a couple of kilometers away to and from a real war zone.

On the night of the first day, they trooped to the roof top of one of MSU’s building and see for themselves a scene only seen on movies, exchanges of arms firing from one camp against each other that resembles a display of fireworks usually observed during new year.

On the second day, the news broke from various sources describing what has been going on in the heart of the Islamic city of Marawi. News and features flooded the social media, legit or otherwise, which prompted them immediately fled the school campus they called home and relocate themselves to Iligan, a city immediately next to their location. The situation, as he described it, was on panic mode and avalanche of people and cars line up along the only escape route toward Iligan. They attempted to quickly move to Iligan, through the help of a born-again Christian ministry volunteers, but the condition of traffic provided them with no escape. Tensed and restless, they patiently waited with the high hope that sooner or later they will reach at the desired destination of safety.

On the third day, the moment of hope finally arrived. On the chartered jeepnies, young students including Kuya, they fitted themselves like “sardines in the can” inside and on the top-loads of the PUVs. On a personal note, Kuya see the light at the end of the tunnel when the vehicle he rode on rolled its first gear shift and journeyed along the road where hundreds of other vehicles and people line up with the same destination in mind.

Their journey was long but satisfying. They left MSU at 8 o’clock in the morning hoping and expecting to arrive the other city as fast as the usual travel time. On a normal condition, Marawi to Iligan is about one hour and thirty minutes or less but not during emergencies. Kuya’s journey, just like the other escapee like him, took them like travelling from Davao City to Butuan City along Maharlika highways on an average kilometer-per-hour trip. The choke points at the bridge midway from Marawi to Iligan made the shorter distance a longer time cruise. For the purpose of security and safety, government forces established checkpoints near the bridge and one-by-one, personnel of the AFP and PNP checked people and vehicles before a green light is issued for safe passage. Thus, it took them 7 hours to reach Iligan.

They reached Iligan safely and satisfied but not forgetting one value Kuya made emphasis on his stories. Stranded along the road before the checkpoints, they experienced exhaustion, hunger, thirst while experiencing tension and insecurities. Immediately after going through strict and meticulous inspections by the agents of authorities, they were welcomed with food, water and warm positive smile and gestures with reassuring utterances of people whom Kuya called Maranao volunteers. Regardless of ethnic origin and religious belief, Kuya experienced the goodness of people to share and serve fellowmen in times when sharing and serving are necessary, relevant, practical and timely. For Kuya, it was oneness and hospitality at their best just in time during chaos and adversity.
We ended our conversation smiling and happy because Kuya was finally home. I left him bringing with me the thought that his experience was unique and distinctively unusual especially compared to mine and other souls who only have TV and Facebook as source of information.

Like what we usually seen and heard which are mostly harsh and exaggerated on the one hand, there are always the other sides of these stories which provide us with lessons and teachings worthy to be shared on the other hand.

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I am a pure-bred Bol-anon born and raised in Compostela. Growing up in a Bol-anon family, I have learned a lot of things being a Bol-anon and I’m proud of them. Fondly branded to be “ignorante” (kumedya ra uy aron naay kalingawan), people from Bohol are popularly known to be fanatically religious yet care-free, but too sarcastic (pilosopo) and sometimes impatient. However, Bol-anon loves food and never hates cussing (pamalikas). Most of these traits can be found in stories most Bol-anon love to tell themselves.

By the way, we are often called “Sano”, short for “Paisano” or kapareho ug lugar o kababayan in Tagalog.

Here we go:
On being sarcastic

Taw: “Noy, asa ang dalan paingong San Miguel?”
Sano: Gitudlo ang dalan “Kana naang dana doy”
Taw: “Dako nang dalana noy?”
Sano: “Baw doy kay baynte anyos na man kong pujo aning lugaraha, wa man ko kadungog nga nay nihuot!”
On being care-free

Upon hearing from the flight crew that the plane is experiencing repeated turbulence caused by the storm…

Taw: “Nakuyawan na man ko sano, basin ma-kras ning eroplano”
Sano: “Tig kaguol nimong panuhaka ka, nganong maguol man kang di mani atong eroplano, problema na nas tag-iya!”

On food and cussing

Excited to savour the freshly-caught crab being cooked, the Bol-anon checked the cooking pot and commented…

Sano: “Bantog rang wa pa maluto ning tuntong kagang, ning kinto man diay ang limbarok!”
On being impatient

Irritated of hearing the repeated complaint by a passenger from Mindanao while the changing the flat-tire was going on for a bus travelling from Jagna on a month of May when Bol-anons trooped to the home-land to celebrate fiestas, the bus conductor confronted the complaining passenger with a bang…

Sano: “Plaaat man gani nang imong ilong sir nga kugmo ray sooood, kini pa kahang bos nga namuwak ang tawong nanakay!”

On being popularly “ignorant” (with a quote)

One day, a father received a telegram from his child living in America that he was petitioned and allowed to stay there. His “kumpare” was once visited the US a year ago and asked from him some tips.

Sano 1: “Pre, didto na man gyud kag America, unsa man gyuy ilhanan nga naa na tas America?’
Sano 2: “Sus, kasajon pre. Ikumpara nimos ato, mas dagko gyud ang naas America”.

Taking the advice at face value, he kept it to himself and faithfully believed what the kumpare said, until the time has come for him to land at one city in the US.

 Nakita nga gamay ang PAL nga gisakyan kaysa United Airways: “Djawa, kadakos edro…, murag naa na gyud siguro kos America”.
 Nakasugat ug NBA player nga 7-footer: “Kadakong kabaw aning tawhana ni…, hapit na gyud ko motuong naa na gyud ko sa America”.
 Nakakita sa 100-storey building: “Ngilngiga anang bildinga uy…, America na gyud siguro ko”.
 Samtang naghulat sa iyang anak sa usa ka hotel, disgrasyaha ang Bol-anon kalibangon. Nagtuyok-tuyok ug pangitag CR sa dakong hotel, hangtod nga nakakita siyag swimming pool. Sa pagtuong usa kini ka dakong water-sealed toilet, nalibang kilid sa pool ang tiguwang apan wala buligi sa swerte, na-eslayd paingon sa tubig ug misinggit kinig makusog “Ajawg –plasssss, maluoy tawon mo, ajaw baya gyud ninyog i-plaaaas!”
 Sa dihang nahaw-as na, mituyhakaw ang tiguwang, naghupaw ug miingon “Sus, may gani wa gi-plas, kay kung nahitabo, hoo – sujop!”
On being fanatically religious and cussing

Anak: “Dis-a diay ka gikan Nay nga nadugay ka man?”
Inahan: “Hay didto mes simbahan kay nanagkot mes kulirang Birhin!”


Mas daghan pa ni, sampol pa lang ni… Isa pa: “ajaw baya gyud ug palit ug kalamay nga way markang binuhat sa Jagna ha… Bahala nag didto nas Albor gibuhat basta kay ang marka Jagna…hahaha!”


Most of us, except for some on reasons they only understand, the Question and Answer Portion in a beauty pageant is the most exciting, most awaited and most sought after moment.

With few exceptions to contestants who eloquently delivered some degree of astuteness, bloopers dominated the center stage.

Here are some of the examples:

Host: “Contestant No. 8, are you ready?”
Contestant #8: “Yes, of course!”
Host: “If you are the president of the Republic of the Philippines, what are your priority programs?”
Contestant: “Me!… President!… Oh my God, that’s the dream of my father for me… Thank you!”
Host: “Really?”
Contestant #8: “Yes, of course!”

EHHHEM! Happy gyud iyang papa ani.


Host: “Contestant No. 5, I can see that you’re not nervous?”
Contestant #5: “Yes, of course!”
Host: “Here’s your question. Are you aware of the government’s program to protect the environment?”
Contestant #5: “Yes, of course!”
Host: “Do you have trees in your house?”
Contestant #5: “Yes, of course!”
Host: “Are they all inside the house?”
Contestant #5: “Yes, of course!”
Host: “Really?”
Contestant #5: “Yes, of course!”

HAHAAY! Ang narra na sa ilang kusina, ang manga naa sa ilang sala, ang mahogany naa sa ilang kwarto…


Host: “Contestant No. 1, because this pageant is to search for Mutya ng Dabaw, you must be from Davao City, right?”
Contestant #1: “Yes, of course!”
Host: “What can you say about our city?”
Contestant #1: “Well, our city, Davao City says no to drugs!”

TSK, TSK! Fan sa Oplan Tokhang ni…


Host: “Contestant No. 3, are you familiar with the local ordinances in the city?”
Contestant #3: “Yes, of course!”
Host: “What can you say about jaywalking as policy for safety in the streets?”
Contestant #3: “Well, I think, Jay is walking in the street and no need for policy because he is safe.”
Host: “Really?”
Contestant #3: “Yes, of course!”

UH-OH! Hayahay si jay…


Host: “Contestant No. 4, do you live near from here”
Contestant #4: “Yes, of course!”
Host: “On your way from home, did you walk or did you ride?”
Contestant #4: “Of course, did you walk.”
Host: “Really?”
Contestant #4: “Yes, of course!”

AGUUUUY! Duol ra gud, mag buot diay tag nag did you walk siya…


Mangatawa una ta…

Naay nagpabunyag:

Pari: unsay pangalan?
Inahan: San Juan.
Pari: Juan lang, kuha-ig San kay para na sa Santo.


Pari: unsay pangalan?
Inahan: San Pedro.
Pari: Pedro lang, kuha-ig San kay para na sa Santo.

Sunod, nakabantay na sa nahitabo SA nag-una…

Pari: unsay pangalan?
Inahan: Tiago.
Pari: Santiago lang, butangig San kay lain paminawon, masuko ang Santo ana.



Most of the time, when speaking of boastfulness and excessive exaggeration, we often make stereotypes and point this prejudices to one single ethnic or provincial origin, Hilonggos.

In fairness and with due difference to this group of people, most of my Hilonggo friends are kind, industrious, thoughtful and humble. However, like any other ethnicity (for lack of other related words), there are boastful (tikalon) Hilonngos. Tikal for them is embedded in personalities used to make excesses.

However, while pointing fingers to Hilonggos for their tikals, we often forget that like the tikalons, Cebuanos/Bisaya are Hambogero, Bal-anons are Bot-boton, and Tagalogs are Mayabang.

It is just a matter of using contextual semantics but the truth is, we all shared the same character traits.

Let me share some examples:


“Ti sa amon gali, kung gahampang kami ug baseball, sang akon ginhatag ang pitcher, sang akon pa gyud ang catcher”

“Sa amon gid ya pro, kung ara bagyo, ang netbag kapamurot ba”


“Ang mais sa Cebu, usa ka buwan pa gikan sa pagpugas, anagon na”

“mas kuyaw tong bagyo sa amo, nanghuy-ab ang kabaw, nawalis tibuok baba”


“Baw kay milabay ko nganha atong miaging buwan, wa pa na nang Alturas”

“mas kujaw tong bagjo sa amo, mabawg ang siga’s plaslayt”


“Wala yan sa lolo ng lolo ko, siya lang naman ang tagapayo ni Rizal”

“Wala yan sa bagyo sa amin, linilipad yong basketball court papuntang dagat”

Just sharing a little for a big laugh.

Share pud inyong tikal, hambog, but-bot ug yabang diha…


I’ve learned this song when I was in grade 3, courtesy of my best friend PaitLimar Daguio

Basit alawala
Wa imulig dyay sanga,
E mayte todo
Ak nag dyay baga,
Remorjay init
Amin nag maga,
Basit alawala
Wa imulig dyay sanga.

Sure ko daghan nig mali, please let me know.

Sing in the tune of Ang Gamayng Lawa-lawa…


Let’s share this Hilonngo story and judge for ourselves whether or not Hilonggos are tikalon as negatively perceived by most of us.

In his death, a father is surrounded by his children and made a last minute testate:

Papa said “Ti mga anak, indi gali ninyo ibaligya ang duta sa gilid sang dalan halin sa Cagayan pakadto sa Davao”.

Sa kakurat, mi re-ak ang isa niya ka anak “Tay, waay man ta duta dira!”

Papa humbly replied: “Amo gani, indi ninyo ibaligya Kay indi aton.”

Kinsa karoy tikalon?





If my Papa’s picture paints a thousand words, here are some of those…

He said: “Ang bahandi sa kalibutan, wala gihatag sa mga tawong kugihan apan sa mga tawong angayan”

He continued: “Ang bahandi daghang dagway; kahibalo, katatukus, talento, salapi, panahon, kina-iya, mga butang, relasyon”

And concluded: “Way pulos ning tanan kung dili nimo ipaambit sa uban kay mao kini ang hinungdan nganong nabuhi ta diri sa kalibutan”

Words of Wisdom, aren’t they?



Sa dihang napili nga GKK President akong Papa sa kapilya ni Sr. San Vicente Ferrer sa DFC Compound niadtong late 1980s, gihatagan siyag higayon nga moestorya ibabaw sa altar sa kapilya…

Papa Eppie:

“Salamat sa inyong pagpili kanako kay natuman na gyud ang pangandoy sa akong amahan nga makaanak ug Presidente karong adlawa kay gihimo man ko ninyong presidente SA atong GKK”

Every living soul in attendance burst into laughter.

Kung kabalo lang ka unsa kamaayo niya mopakatawa, agik-ik gyud ka.



Sa dihang napili nga GKK President akong Papa sa kapilya ni Sr. San Vicente Ferrer sa DFC Compound niadtong late 1980s, gihatagan siyag higayon nga moestorya ibabaw sa altar sa kapilya…

Papa Eppie:

“Salamat sa inyong pagpili kanako kay natuman na gyud ang pangandoy sa akong amahan nga makaanak ug Presidente karong adlawa kay gihimo man ko ninyong presidente SA atong GKK”

Every living soul in attendance burst into laughter.

Kung kabalo lang ka unsa kamaayo niya mopakatawa, agik-ik gyud ka.




I need to share one more.

This is One of the hundreds of stories Papa used to tell and this is the context of his ideas on “bahandi alang sa mga angayan”…

Sa kaibog sa usa ka trabahante sa gingharian sa kahimtang sa ilang hari, misaka siya sa palasyo aron hagiton ang hari nga magkambyo sila ug katungdanan.

Wala balibari sa hari ang hagit ug dali siyang miadto sa trabaho-an aron magsugod na ug trabaho-on nga malipayon kauban ang ubang mamumuo SAMTANG nagpahayahay ang trabahante nga gialagaran sa mga suluguon sa palasyo nga hitsas sa pagkaon, nindot nga mga sapot, bugnaw nga mga luna ug puno sa kalingawan.

Usa ka adlaw, ang mensahero sa pikas gingharian nagdala ug mensahe sa ilang hari nga mosulong ang mga sundalo niini sa di pa moabot ang kaadlawon.

Sa kahadlok ug kalibog unsay iyang buhaton, dali-dali siyang nag-ilis sa iyang sanina isip trabahante ug nagluhod atobangan sa hari aron pabalikon kini sa palasyo sa kaguol nga basin mapukan ang ilang gingharian.

Sa pangama ug pagdumala sa hari, nagmadaugon sila sa pagpakig-gubat.

And they live happily ever after.

Few-liner Shares, Random


Habang ang karamihan ay napakagulong sumasang-ayon, tumutuligsa, nangangamba o nag-aalinlangan sa deklarasyon ng Martial Law, may hapunan kaya ngayong gabi ang kabitbahay mong si Marcial Luoy na karaniwang manggagawa’t magsasaka?

Nalilito lang po ang tukong nakadikit sa kisame ng Bahay Kubo…

Tuko! Tuko! Tuko! (like the real thing)


Political conclusion and personal opinion?

These can never substitute the indispensable role of CONTEXT.

Paranoia? Maybe, just maybe.


Exaggerated and hyperbolic reactions against exaggerated and hyperbolic pronouncements make hyperbole and exaggeration no sense thereby creating a general perceptions of balance and neutrality.

Sun Tzu has a say:

“If you are strong, pretend to be weak” or
“Win without fighting”


“May cameraman bang kasama ang ipinadala nyong reporter?”

My take:

“My gOAdness!”


“NEVER AGAIN” will never happen again.
Why? CONTEXT Boss!
Mahirap ba intindihin yon?



Kung moingon tag “Agay” murag maulian man ang sakit?

Kung moingon tag “Hahay, Kapoya uy!” murag mawala ang kakapoy?

Kung makuyawan ta pakuratan tag balik sabay ingon “Sige, sige, sige!” unya uyugon ta, murag mawala man ang kakulba?

Kung mapaso ta moingon tag “Inita/hapdosa uy!” murag mominus man ang kainit/kahapdos?

“Murag” lang hinoon ang tanan, dili gyud hinoon mawala…



One thing I’ve learned when I watched, alongside my kiddos, the Disney’s “The Lion Guard” series:

In the pride land, when the lion roars, other predators become potential preys.



This applies to any discipline other than basketball:

We need neither hate Lebron James in particular nor the Cleveland Cavaliers in general to be the greatest fans of the splash brothers and the Golden State Warriors, or the other way around.


Even world leaders are sometimes misinformed.

Ordinary folks experienced these almost every minute in front of TV or on social media platforms.

Plain truth: misinformation impairs informed judgement.


Murphy’s Law has been experienced twice in 3 days… Here are reflections worth sharing:

Logic does not work all the time. Thus, we need to know and understand how intuition plays essential role in our lives to save our logical inabilities.


Intuition is not applicable in all situations. Therefore, we need to know and understand logic to salvage our intuitive incapacities.



At a distance of about 220,
Burned under more than 40,
Constantly phasing at 70,
Commencing from 1,
And ending to same 1.


Writing passionately is a passion.
We need to love it firsts.


An anthropology graduate friend who also has MPA extended to his name asked me what is the first logical step in Disaster Risk Reduction.

I replied, Risk Assessment.

I agree, he said confidently.

Why, I asked.

I just wonder why investments in DRR have been so response-oriented, he reasoned out.

I just smiled and sip my coffee.


“Everything is political, Sir” -from the movie Air Force One

Need to say more?


What we think is right may be wrong to others or the other way around.

Whatever it is, we are right in our own right.

The key word is CONTEXT.


About more than 30 years ago,I had seen this in a sticker…

“Lefties have rights too”.

and equally proportional to their extreme counterpart and those who choose to stay in between.


Everything emanates from the mind, including this post.

Facebook is right in asking “What’s on your mind?”…

And we all post ideas, literature, photos, videos, events, emotions, status, etc., etc., etc. These come from our minds.



Naguol ang usa ka tawo kay nahulog sa sementong salog iyang gigunitan nga plato unya nabu-ak.

Usa ka maalamong tawo miingon niya…

“Ayaw kaguol kay mabuak man na nga plato. Ang imong kagul-an kung nahulog na unya wala mabu-ak. Ang tawag ana milagro”.



Matud nila…

Lisod kaayo pukawon ang tawo nga nagmata na.

Tama. Ang pwede pukawon ang kadto ra mang natulog.



May pambili kaya ng tsinelas ang karaniwang taong si Mang Kulas?


While hearing is nature, listening is an acquired skill.



First heard these lines from a song when I was still grade 6.

“Pagkadaghan sa nahigmata,
nga nangandoy pang matulog,
kay mas tam-is ang magdamgo,
sa mga dili tinuod”

Now, nga bag-o lang ning-gradweyt sa grade 6 ako anak, these lines are still relevant.




Because today is the student government’s election at my son’s school, I presumed, as manifested by his gestures that Kruy was excited to vote.

Equally excited to do my share, my mind urges me to write something about campus politics, and play little tricks with some PRONOUNS in relating my stories. Semantics gymnastics is the name of the game.

For as young as elementary and high school students, student government is their chance to have a taste of politics and experience what the political world has to offer. I purposely write this piece on the date of the election because I don’t want to influence, in one way or the other, how the students and the pupils should vote. After all, the candidates of this election;

  • do not have interests (personal, family or business) to protect,
  • do not have to take care of retaining power for the sake of having one,
  • do not think that politics is a source of living,
  • do not need popularity and status symbol, and
  • do not understand yet the dynamics of political patronage, connections and selfishness

With high hope that these could share lessons and would tickle the mind to critically think, here’s my comparative stories for the students and pupils to understand:

You can choose which is which;

I or WE
“I am the one who facilitated this housing project.” Or “WE owned this book shelves project.”

ME or US
“This livelihood program is a commitment to the people initiated by ME.” Or “This outreach program is a commitment to the students initiated by all of US.”

“The dispersal of farm animals is MINE.” Or “The dispersal of reading materials is OURS”.

“This building is the project of MY office.” Or “This CR is a project of OUR student body organization.”

So sad that in actual practices, in any case, the former is most prevalent than the latter (if there is any, how I wish!).

Don’t get me wrong, I am not talking of the “ideal world” here because these are all what are supposed to be, be it in the “real-politic”, local and national politics, student politics, or organizational politics.

Ergo, SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE but it’s not about “ME, MINE, MYSELF and I” but it is supposed to be about “WE, US, OUR and OURS”.



The president needs someone who knows how to write his unwritten speeches. Yes, you read it right, an unwritten speech writer.

Even his persona manifests it, Digong is very unconventional. Observing him making public addresses, except for a handful of very formal and serious functions, the president frankly refused and publicly announced that he never like to read prepared written conventional speeches. Because of these, several times he has been misconstrued, misunderstood and misinterpreted.

Here are some of my thoughts to suggest:

The person or office in-charge on this matter should look, find, recruit and take on-board someone who:

  • is a bisaya, preferably from Davao or nearby provinces, for the purpose of familiarity of the principal
    • has the ability to choose right words for right audience at the right time and occasion
    • has experiences in the field, be it from LGU, NGO or private sector, or a combo of the three
    • can talk to him casually during briefings when time warrant
    • knows and understands the language of common people, the masses
    • can simplify simple and/or complex issues and concerns in “one-liners”
    • can readily suggests “humors” and stories in between essential subjects
    • can conveniently recommends compelling phrases to replace cussing
    • can compress voluminous and plentiful of talking points in one page
    • has the capability to be creative and possesses ingenuity to modify rules in grammar and sentence construction

Regardless of age, educational background, academic track records, economic status, political inclination and social awareness, a writer who knows how to write unwritten speeches is a must because the president needs to be understood with clarity and precision in all of his talking functions.



On heavy rains,
classes suspended.
Strolling around?
Not an option.
Stay home?
Best alternative;
to get out from bed late,
to watch TV – missed morning shows but only cartoons,
to browse the internet – not to learn but only on Facebook,
to read books – not from school but only love stories,
to have talks – of anything under the roof but only tsismis,
to cook – more to eat but only junk foods,
to fix the room – not all of it but only bed,
to help clean – not with many tools but only broom,
to wash clothes – of all the washables but only under wears,
to watch little siblings – not all the time but only when one cries,
to wash the dishes – not minding for others but only what he/she used,
to monitor the news,
not for current events and features,
but to feed the excitement—
of tomorrow’s another heavy rains.


Last week, I was consulted by a service-provider friend to develop a communication plan for his presentation before the officials of one municipality in Misamis Oriental and one in Caraga region, to justify the utilization of Municipal Disaster Risk Reduction and Management (MDRRM) Fund for the establishment of DRRM Communication system (protocol) and facilities.

I am sharing the draft pointers in matrix form some important parameters in developing a full-blown communication plan in a standard template, and with high hope that this will serve as guidance and reference in developing communication strategy for community-driven disaster preparedness (example of hazard: EARTHQUAKE).