Monday, November 9, 2015

The Contributor

It's just like the old days.  Back then in High School, I was a Contributor of "The Harrow", our school organ which is published monthly by the Principal's Office.  Then comes college days.  I started as a Contributor of the "TIP Voice", an administration sponsored school paper.  Well, I was fortunate to have been given the chance to be the Managing Editor before I hang up my gloves.  It was just a short semester before I graduated.

Anyway, whether you're the editor or the lay-out artist, I think everybody in the press is a contributor.  The advent of internet media has exponentially multiplied the number of contributors in multi-media.  In my own little way, I made my own contribution through "The Graveyard Shift."  Today's just a little bit different.  I have decided to be an official Contributor of Google.  How official?  Check this out...I want to help this Contributor campaign of Google.  Anyway, this is what I love doing - being a Contributor. 

Saturday, July 18, 2015

Another Bonsai in my Garden

Ficus B.... The newest bonsai
in my garden.
The regular trips going to the clubhouse for my morning table tennis game with Mr. Chat has yet produced another wonderful addition to my collection of home-made bonsai.  Then I came across Mr. Obet, himself a self-taught bonsai enthusiast. He shared with me his techniques which he learned over many years of propagating and nourishing various kinds of bonsai plants.

“Any tree can be made into a bonsai,” he said it with much confidence as he prunes some of the twigs that have started to grow wild due to the start of the rainy season.  He added there are short cuts and there are the long cuts – both require patience and creativity.  “Can you tell me what the short cut is?” I asked with such eagerness that he stopped what he was doing, looked me in the eye, clipped his pruning shears and led me to the inner part of his bonsai garden . . . and that was the start of a regular weekend lecture that culminated in choosing one beautiful double twig of a ficus benjamina as a marcot item.

Months have passed and baby roots started to grow out of the edges of the wrappings of the twig.  The rain surely has helped a great deal in producing those roots but the watering during the summer season was due to the kind assistance of Mang Boy who is stationed at the Village Clubhouse  manning the small beverage store of the Sports Club.  The short cut, it turned out is not that short and as I expected and have already learned at the onset when I got hold of my first ever bonsai plant, patience is key to the growing process.


Today, I am transplanting my bonsai in a temporary pot to help the twig accelerate growth of its new roots.  Another one precious life added to my garden.  Thanks to Mr. Obet. 

Friday, July 3, 2015

"You're Not Supposed to be Here!"

T'was a Friday and the Renaissance Tower lobby was uncharacteristically empty at lunch break.  It used to be teeming with guests and agents to culminate a productive and busy week.

I was with a friend from the Treasury Department of the FEGC and we decided to have a leisurely talk on one of the comfortable loungers of the generously-spaced lobby.  After a few exchanges, we fell silent and the lobby was pulling us to a short nap.  Just as I was leaving my consciousness, a voice thundered and brought the two of us to our feet.  "You're not supposed to be here!" yelled the Training Director.  What we didn't realize was that there was a scheduled Business Opportunity Seminar for real estate agents and the place was being readied for the big event.  This is also aside from the fact that employees are prohibited (unofficially) to use the lobby for short naps during work breaks.  While we did not resist (as subordinates should always do), we felt embarrassed to have been yelled at in front of... well, I don't really know if there were some people present.  We flee right away and went back to our work station at the 6/F.

That was 20 years ago.  A time when I was still trying to find my own place under the sun.

And now it's quite different.   A lot of things have changed and more wisdom have been added to my years.  I am standing right near the place where the lounger stood.  There is no more lounger, only walls of glass put up by a new tenant.  The once majestic lobby is now being leased out by the new owner to a reputable bank and an ubiquitous mini grocery store chain.  Looking back, I can see that the Training Director was right... I was not supposed to be there.  Her words have reverberated at the back of my consciousness ever since  we left the lobby that noon break and fueled me to look for my rightful place.

To the Training Director, all I can say is, "Thank you for giving me the direction."

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Camp John Hay - the Better Story

     A friend shared with me a beautiful piece about Camp John Hay.  There were actually two articles and both are quite excellent pieces and in my limited understanding about feature writing, these articles are Grade A items that could have been easily published by the National Geographic, or at least the Philippine Daily Inquirer.  Sounds like I'm just kidding but I do mean it.  I've read the articles and I want to share it with you especially to those who appreciate history and the value of family.  Here's the undiluted article (part one of two):

FAMILY
TREES
Ultimate Family Getaway: Camp John Hay, Baguio


By:  Friedrich L. Santos 

‘Camp John Hay is the preferred family destination..’

-Digivoice
(The country’s fastest and most accurate electronic survey company)

   
Imagine.

Tall ancient pines; the smell of a forest that has seen the passage of time, measured in generations; feel the acute diversity and magnitude of life that can only be found in the bark of the ancient wood; the mist that permeates the trunks and low-lying branches of an enchanting forest…

 Road Trip

When planning for a family road trip, there are many preparations to make: clothes, snacks, drinks and other basic necessities that contribute to the convenience of travel.  Studying the route is also important.  While many may argue that the journey is the main thing, the choice of destination is the crucial aspect in any family road trip that creates the anticipation: the activities that the family will do when they arrive, the food they will eat, where they will sleep and of course is it a nice place all round?

With the advent of more well developed motorways such as the wider NLEX, the far reaching SCTEX and the newly opened TPLEX, the obvious destination for the perfect family getaway is the world famous Camp John Hay in Baguio City.  Envision a relaxing drive through picturesque rural landscapes free from congestion, noise and pollution.

No need for plane fares and delayed flights.

The camp has everything that a family wanting to get away will ever need.  But most importantly, no other place in this particular mountain province completely captures the essence of Baguio –in just one contiguous location.  It literally has everything that one would come to expect in a mountain getaway: cold weather, lavish log cabins, mountain themed hotels, history, good food, long trails and spaces for nature walks and other family activities and of course, the prerequisite pine trees that are as staple in any photo album from Baguio.  It is the 21st century interpretation of the camp that embraces the advances of the future while retaining the legacy, beauty and character of the camp’s early years.

Story For The Road

The history of Camp John Hay can be revisited through books and old photos from the past era, easily downloaded from the web.  The romance of history is punctuated with episodes wherein charm and old world manners were the order of the day.  Reading about the camp’s history and searching for old sepia photos is a treasure hunt that transports everyone to an earlier, more gentle period in history; the early years of the camp are a golden age that carries over to the present day and knowledge of this charming and sometimes turbulent history make the visiting the camp a much deeper and meaningful experience.

One great way to spend the journey to John Hay is to revisit this history, making for an educational treat, especially for the younger members of the family.  This way, the bonding experience can already begin long before the family glimpses even a single pine tree.  It also reminds us of the rich history of the country and the struggle of our ancestors who fought for our country during the wars.

In the beginning, Camp John Hay was not the lavish mountain retreat that most are familiar with today.  It was founded in times of war.

Originally conceived as a hill station by one Captain Robert Rudd of the 48th Infantry Unit, the area where Camp John Hay is situated today was once a part of pasture land owned by a local named Mateo Carino.  It was referred to as ‘Kafagway’, meaning ‘wide open place’ by the local people called the Ibalois. The hill station was established by Capt. Rudd in 1900.

Shortly after, through a presidential order signed by none other than President Theodore Roosevelt in 1903, about 525 acres of the camp was designated as a reservation for American military personnel to relax and escape the higher temperatures and extreme heat of the lower altitudes –sort of a military summer retreat for American soldiers.  The name of the camp was taken from Teddy Roosevelt’s Secretary of State, John Hay.  Mr. Hay was, incidentally one of the signatories of the Treaty of Paris and has been a participant in many historical events yet few people know of him.  It’s actually a good thing the camp was named after him (Camp Teddy Roosevelt just doesn't have quite the same ring to it).

A few decades later, war had once again caught up with the camp and in 1941, the start of the second world war began when no less than seventy-two bombs were dropped onto the camp’s main gate.  The destruction was monumental.  The camp was then used as an interment area for forces fighting the Japanese that included not just Americans but also Filipinos who fought along side them against the Japanese. 

At some point, the camp itself was taken over by General Tomoyuki Yamashita.  Rather fittingly, by war’s end, Yamashita surrendered at Camp John Hay during a formal ceremony that was held at the Ambassador’s Residence –then called the High Commissioner’s residence. 

While people today do not usually associate Camp John Hay with military aircraft, the Americans further converted the camp into –remarkably– an airfield.  It was called John Hay Airbase. 

But in the end, the Americans finally turned over the camp in 1991 after which the Philippine Government decided that that camp should become a nature reserve which will serve as a tourist destination, a human resource development area and a watershed reserve.

The camp’s long drawn affair with war had finally ended.

Arrival

Nothing can compare with the moment when the family finally arrives at the main gate of the camp.  The surroundings suddenly change and everything just suddenly becomes bigger.  The trees are higher and denser, the atmosphere is instantly changed, as if stepping through portal to another dimension.  It is instantly serene and exciting at the same time.  And everything is just greener.

The sense of nostalgia for the older generation hits like a wave –memories of their childhood before the camp was turned over to the Philippines government and perhaps even further back, if they were around during the end of the last war.  Youngsters on the other hand are assailed with what could only be described as feelings of mild reverence (more so if they listened to the story during the car trip) and heightened expectation: the camp is now undeniably cool in more ways than one.

It is at this crucial time that a typical family can begin the delicate task of bonding.

The Bonds That Bind Us

Bonding is what makes families stronger; while John Hay’s facilities and features –by themselves– don’t particularly make families bond (such a convenience has not yet been invented), they do set the scene that creates the catalyst for this complex process.  Not surprisingly, bonding is strongest when near nature because it awakens the same primeval instincts our prehistoric ancestors had that strengthened ties with members of the family group –safety, affection, security (perhaps from predators).

But in today’s age, the undiluted, uninterrupted effect that nature induces, free from most –if not all– modern concerns of the outside world, is a powerful concoction that creates new bridges of communication, new discoveries about oneself and a revisiting of each family members’ personality.  In other words, rather than reawakening our animal natures and making us regress a rung or two down the evolutionary ladder, the process of family bonding in a natural setting reawakens our humanity, creating a stronger foundation for our character and sense of trust and loyalty –love if you will– to our respective families.The more natural the setting, the better.

The trigger for this emotional and psychological awakening is when a family member is presented with the sheer joy of nature.  The impact of this exposure causes an individual to –to a greater or lesser extent– return to his/her inner most innocent and basic self; the sense of vulnerability and wonder in the presence of such quantities of nature reminds people of their smallness and their part in the larger, natural world.  The powerful emotional and psychological force that nature –Mother Earth– produces, permeates through to the core of the family group during bonding.

Why Nature Works

Nature is a healthy panacea for stress and fatigue –ever hear about the benefits of putting a plant or a small fish in your home or office to help relieve stress?  Imagine those very same benefits multiplied a billion times.  You get a free dose of that every time you come to the camp.  Since your family deserves the best, the biggest mountain green house surely should be top of your list to reap the health benefits that only a natural setting can produce.

Everywhere in the camp, indoors and out, the man-made contrivances and structures strive to emulate the glory of nature through its subtle use of color, wood and landscapes; nature always takes center stage.

Camp John Hay has many features and facilities that encourage being in touch with nature.  One of the most popular is the golf club.  Many players from all over the country –the world in fact–come to play the John Hay course.  Unlike most courses in the country, the golf course at John Hay is what can be called a historic golf course –much like the one in Intramuros.  But better equipped.  With a full range of locker and lounge areas, players and friends will be spoiled with the level of appointments in the club.  The greens are beautifully manicured and always thick and lush –fairways are like a deep green carpet, but stay away from the rough (its even deeper); the putting greens are a master class in the art of shaping and grading –watch out for those breaks. 

Another nature attraction is the Butterfly Farm.  Here, visitors can literally interact with nature –a varied number of butterfly species is kept in stock; these delightful nectar feeding creatures flit through the enclosure like fairies and every once in a while, if you keep perfectly still, one or more will land on you.  The experience is utterly enchanting and magical.

There are numerous nature trails and areas designated for barbecues (you haven’t been to John Hay if you've not had an outdoor barbecue) –remembering not to burn the forest down, of course– and simply having picnics in one of the many designated picnic spots.  Take the whole family on one of the many tree top adventures such as the Canopy Ride, Zip Line and the Tree Drop.  The pictures will be priceless.  And possibly hilarious.

Or, visit the old Bell House for a taste of American colonial architecture.  The ‘house’ has been converted into a museum and is a lovely place to visit especially those who have an interest for Philippine-American history.  Just below it is the amphitheater and nearby, the Cemetery of Negativism.  This last place, also called the ‘Lost Cemetery’ is perfect for the bonding family because it is where people come to bury negative feelings, habits and emotions.  Perfect for the family that seeks healing.

To balance things off there are 21st century stop overs like Army Navy, Yellow Cab and of course the unsinkable Starbucks! 

But don’t miss out on other favorites like Tender Joe Steakhouse and the Mile High Diner.  Finally, there’s the delightful hot chocolate made the traditional way from Batirol’s. 

And don’t forget one of the most ‘fun’ aspects of going to a cold climate: dressing up for it.

What could be more fun than trying on that new coat that you've been saving for that fabled trip to a cold country you've been planning for years?  Before the moths get to it, throw it on and get to wear it in one of the few places you can dress for the cold.  The kids will have a blast looking like Eskimos during the coldest of days at the camp.  The whole time chatting, laughing, eating and enjoying the natural world that so many have taken for granted or have forgotten.

Back To Reality, Or Is It?

At the end of the day, or lunch or dinner time, the inevitable return indoors –and to the modern world– is not a violent wave that suddenly shakes the recent exposure to nature has bolstered and reaffirmed the deep but fragile family bonds that have been reestablished; the Camp’s indoor retreats such as the Manor, Forest Lodge and the Golf Club, echo, through the use of natural materials and indigenous themes the great outdoors, creating a gentle transition into the familiarity of the modern world with all its technological and 21st century comforts that threaten to violently strip away the recently reaffirmed family bonds that may have resulted from the family group’s most recent foray in one of the camp’s many nature romps.

For example, having a hearty meal at Le Chef, the Manor’s premier restaurant, is a warm and delicious experience not just for the culinary delights offered but the wholesome atmosphere as well.  Appetites will have been quickened after spending a day enjoying the sites of the camp.  After dinner, imagine having a nice glass of wine or a piping hot cup of hot chocolate while sitting and chatting by the hearth –the fireplace is a wonderfully magical feature in many John Hay hotels.  Perfect for long talks or just cozying up.  The grand forest lodge theme of the lavish interior spaces of the Manor as well as her sister buildings are a welcome sight after a day in the woods; cozy and never intimidating, the invitation to relax and just enjoy the company of your loved ones is irresistible. 

The romance of it all is the stuff that memories are made of.

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

The Starbucks Connection

"That one is more beautiful," said Elvie.  I was hugging the yellow 2014 Starbucks Planner close to my chest as I pose for a close up selfie.  The year 2013 is about to end and my staff and a bevy of MZMI employees stormed the nearest Starbucks outlet to make sure they'd get one planner as a birthday present for me.  They know I'm collecting the planners since 2007.  Elvie and Rod were able to haul them all for a coffee break immediately after lunch.

The feeling of satisfaction for having the planner was swiftly overtaken by a great sense of appreciation for their united act of filling up the Starbucks card.  In reality, all my Starbucks planner would have not been possible through my own efforts.  First, I'm not a coffee drinker.  Second, my lifestyle does not permit me to be sitting pretty much often in coffee stands.  I'd remember and appreciate Starbucks not for its coffee and its almost ubiquitous stores  but the relationships among friends and colleagues that it builds and cultivates daily... directly and indirectly.  My collection of Starbucks Planners is testament to that unseen positive force that energizes friendship.

The year has just started and I'm already looking forward to November 2014 where one can once again start filling up that Starbucks Planner card.  Another building block to strengthen the connection even more. 

Friday, January 25, 2013

Miag-ao What!?

Miag-ao Church - UNESCO World Heritage Site
The sound of the word is not even heard of in my elementary and high school days.  Miag-ao is not so common a word in Luzon and Mindanao area that pronouncing it is even a more difficult task.  But Miag-ao rings a bell to artists both here and abroad.  Why?, because it is home to a UNESCO World Heritage structure - a church constructed in 1797 in Baroque-Romanesque style courtesy of the Spanish conquistadores.  Its imposing and beautiful facade is testament to a merger of indigent and colonial influences.  It is said that the foundations of the church sink six meters to the ground and its walls are one and a half meters thick while the buttresses are twice as thick.  The church endured a number of strong earthquakes and the intermittent attacks from pirates and Moro marauders.  These features make Miag-ao Church an architectural gem of the country and a must-see tourist destination.

Facade of Miag-ao Church
Seven years ago, I would not have paid attention to this remarkable international accolade this Ilonggo town has received, had we not received a proposal to put up a beautiful memorial park in the area.  A great cloud of hesitation to embark onto this venture was initially felt by the management team as Miag-ao is definitely an "uncharted territory".  Sitting almost at the center of the archipelago, Miag-ao posed a great logistics challenge to the Head Office of Mt. Zion Memorial, Inc.  At that time, the proposal will push the company at least 400 miles farther away from Pasig City.  But the heavens had its own way of contriving circumstances that will bring about the proposal into fruition.  As the time proven chinese adage says, "a journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step."  And so stepped on Mr. Johnny Fajarillo did, and took with him in his journey Ms. Delia Collado, a Senior Vice President for Sales of Mt. Zion Memorial, Inc.  Together, they talked to Mrs. Erlinda Britannico, former Town Mayor and the representative of the Familia Noble, landowner of the future site of Mt. Zion Memorial Park - Miag-ao. And the rest was history.  The beautiful park now stands proud as a monument to that pioneering spirit 

Now, Miag-ao is not just about UNESCO World Heritage Site.  It is as vibrant and as alluring as any of the fast developing municipalities in the Western Visayas Region.  It has Salakayan Festival which rivals the Dinagyang Festival of Iloilo City and the Sinulog Festival of Cebu City. Miag-aoanons from around the globe fly back to Miag-ao just to see this annual festivity. And if Malong is for Mindanao, Hablon is for Miag-ao.  This legendary hand-woven cloth is one of the most sought after materials by top fashion designers of the country and is slowly etching its mark in the international market.

Now, Miag-ao what!?

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

A Drop of Water Makes Ripples

The recent typhoon Gener-fueled Habagat that placed most of the National Capital Region and the neighboring provinces underwater has also ignited the start of the bayanihan spirit that runs in the veins of every Filipino both here and abroad.  The rushing floodwater that forced our kababayans to seek refuge in the rooftops of their homes is met with a tsunami of relief operations that gave much needed help for the survival of Habagat victims.

Tie the knot, serve a lot!
Bagfuls of hope and love!
Malay Resorts, Inc., a BOI sanctioned operator of Boracay Sands Hotel, is one of those companies that reached out to help the needy specially those living in Cainta, Rizal, one of the worst hit areas near Metro Manila.  Thru the initiative of Happy Famero, Malay Resorts and its officers and employees started collecting relief goods for Habagat victims.  Soon other employees from the building also shared what they have.  The repacking activity, as I write this blog is still on going.  I commend the group for sharing their time and energy for this truly worthwhile outreach activity.  Special thanks to Liza, Glenn, Thelma, Macon, Pau, Mon, Frederick and Abel for their selfless effort of repacking the basic goods of rice, noodles and canned fish.
A kilo of rice to fill a hungry stomach.
We commend the other officers, whose names although I chose to withhold, would surely be blessed by the heavens for their recommendations and approvals for shelling out a significant amount.  Rod redesigned the tarpaulin while Mon will make sure that it will be printed in due time for the scheduled relief distribution on Friday, August 17, 2012 on a selected evacuation center.

Yes, we CAN!
This may have come a little late when the floodwater has already subsided to manageable levels but surely poor souls and heavily affected brothers and sisters are still legions and are still waiting for help.  Our contributions may pale in comparison with that of the giant corporations and foundations, but a drop of water can pierce even the hardest stone.