Welcome Home

Welcome Home

-Terry Tip-ac

                May I ask you a question? Have you been to Balili? If yes, then good! If no, come I’ll take you to our place.

                If you’re at the Plaza, ride the jeep which will go to Balili. You’ll pass Tubo, Palatong then Madaymen which is wide and has no trees in the center but around it, it just lay there empty with the tiny cemented path that splits it’s dry texture. After that, you’ll approach the river road, water comes from the other side. Then you’ll pass the road going to Bato, the road is shaded from the trees that you can find yourself relax. More curves then you’ll approach Eset, there was once a firm rock designed “welcome to Barangay Balili” which stood ther, I guess it’s not that firm that’s why it was torn down by the landslide caused b typhoon Ondoy.

You’ll pass houses then sooner the road will become smoother then there is Bay-o, there you can view the vegetable gardens and their high school buildings and ground which is slightly different from the Mankayan National High School, if rain has passed you can witness the fog coat the road and the gardens looked like farms of fogs. There are also houses, stores and rocks which are unusually big especially the one beside the wooden bridge that looks out at a tree and gardens also the river below the bridge that often dries out on the summer.

Two rounds more and you’ll pass the old and un kept cemetery, there’s a tomb there that attracts attention with one look with it’s mossy sides and fronts but the cross still stands amazingly. Few steps upward then you’ll see the pink and blue-green colored Church., beside it stood the simple bungalow where Lola Doctora used to live but she passed away two years ago which I  recall to be adorned with her big sunflowers, pink blossoms, flowers radiantly standing in her garden. Not far from there stood the tall pine tree before the tiny  store, then ask the driver to kindly halt. You’re here but not yet. Follow the path and there will be huge houses like the one on the right side, painted brown and white- a real house on the fairy tales. Further are the trees with stretching branches and under it is a big rock where you can sit and the ground is neatly matted with green grass and red petals. Continue following the path then there’s a clearing head straight then you’re on top of a hill, the elementary school, more houses and trees are at your sight.

Run the path down, thre will be a bungalow with yellow bells, anthurium, orchids on it’s surrounding. There’s the sweet Mary’s grotto near the fish pond. It’s not home yet.

Rooms with walls vandalized, windows broken and open doors with old armchairs inside, was the Old High school building, walk pass it. Follow your right then the elementary’s basketball area will be on sight. The first house from your right, with two old parked vehicles on it’s playground. A two- storey with red paint on the railings, green window pales there it is, my home-welcome

Stay

I bet the clouds won't turn away
The ruffles it left on his trace
I've been envying them since
They can come and leave anytime they want
But to my dismay they hurry my day
So I guess the clouds will stay

With this empty shore
I never thought I could hear the birds
One by one calling for help
Now that I see the clouds and birds
They ave a thing in common
And that's ecstasy.

 

CASH IN TRASH

            As years and population increases material wastes also increase especially on plastics, papers, bottles and tin cans. We mostly dump them anywhere no knowing that we are wasting money. Here are some tips to avoid dumping money:

1. Papers which are hard enough can be used as hard covers on books and on top appliances.

§  White papers are being bought their amount are higher than colored paper so separate the colored and no colored papers.

§  They can be used to make pot holders, curtains made from rolled papers and try using the back portion as scrap papers.

2.. Plastics can be cut and designed. They can become plastic flowers, figurines and lanterns by heating them.

• They are also sold but you need to press or squash them to make them heavier.

3. Bottles are designed and turned to flower vases, paper weights. They are also bought depending on their sizes and kind of bottle.

4. Tin cans are cut and designed then turn them into foot rag and lanterns. You can also flatten the them, place them side by side then paint and we can use them as flat iron sheet.

• They can be used as flower pots.
• They can be sold but you must clean them, strip the papers off then smash them to make them  heavier.

You see, there are lot of things those garbage can turn to and they give money and something to do in leisure time.

CASH IN TRASH

            As years and population increases material wastes also increase especially on plastics, papers, bottles and tin cans. We mostly dump them anywhere not knowing that we are wasting money. Here are some tips to avoid dumping money:

1. Papers which are hard enough can be used as hard covers on books and on top appliances.

§  White papers are being bought their amount are higher than colored paper so separate the colored and no colored papers.

§  They can be used to make pot holders, curtains made from rolled papers and try using the back portion as scrap papers.

2.. Plastics can be cut and designed. They can become plastic flowers, figurines and lanterns by heating them.

• They are also sold but you need to press or squash them to make them heavier.

3. Bottles are designed and turned to flower vases, paper weights. They are also bought depending on their sizes and kind of bottle.

4. Tin cans are cut and designed then turn them into foot rag and lanterns. You can also flatten the them, place them side by side then paint and we can use them as flat iron sheet.

• They can be used as flower pots.
• They can be sold but you must clean them, strip the papers off then smash them to make them  heavier.

You see, there are lot of things those garbage can turn to and they give money and something to do in leisure time.

HAchiko

            Plain white, lifeless, fluffy snow falls in a slow mo. An Akita dog kept staring as they drop at the ground , his eyes reflect eagerness which are fixed at the wooden door of the train station’s gate.

            He knew that something’s amiss by the look at the street clock it’s pass seven but there’s no master coming instead a black Mitsubishi parked and emerged his master’s blonde haired daughter, “Hachi, let’s go home, you don’t need to wait it’s dad who is waiting for you”, she softly muzzled his fur and guided him to the car’s door.

            Hachi slowly walked into the room and sat , he felt a tight knot lurking in his stomach and he looked at his master’s wife slowly wiping her tears and blankly looked at the darkened room. All he can hear is the dead silence as he curled and shut the night off.

            The smell of the coffee filled the air, he blinked his eyes but it kept on drooping as if tons of cement are piled on it, he stood on his four feet and grumpily walked the hall, through the newly polished staircase, passing the kitchen and out from the gate. The rusty sound of the train kept coming louder and louder, Hachi looked back then walked straight to his sitting spot. Just like what he did for the past ten years on that snowy night, he’ll just wait, wait for his master.

            He slouched his once stern shoulder and stared patiently again. A lady in her mid fifties approached with a net combed hair  sat next to him and said, “Hachi, I’m grateful of you loving Parker devotedly after all these years …even though he’s gone you love him as much as I do.. So, let us wait for the for the next train”. They sat quietly until the train came, the street clock ticked and she kissed him in the forehead then left.

            A familiar aura came to live when Hachi saw the arm length door opened widely and the creaking of it’s time damaged nails sounded slightly. A man with a nice curved forehead, slightly crooked nose and small eyes appeared and he wholly bellowed “Come Hachi, good boy… been waiting for me? Don’t worry I’ll be taking you with me this time”, he then childishly grinned which gives highlight to his baby blue eyes he threw the peach colored ball. Hachi barked loudly then jumped from his sitting position and easily caught  the ball despite his age  in  his mouth. His master hugged  him and they walked away leaving tracks as the same snow covered them slowly.

just me....

          Starting with introduction let's say that it's just me, who else could it be? I'm a pinoy, an igorot.

           I'm looking forward in this.