Post(s) tagged with "personal"

It’s More Fun in The Republic

This is not actually a fun read but I just used the new campaign of the Department of Tourism to get your attention.

With the great attention of the social media users, myself included, on the Department of Tourism’s new slogan earlier today, I almost forgot that today, January 6, 2012, is my blog’s second anniversary.

And as a tradition I learned from some of David Karp’s Cyber Empire’s sensible story tellers, here is an obligatory anniversary post from Juan Republic.

It all started on one hot morning of January 6, 2010. I was bored. And irritated. I quit my job in Manila as a researcher and I have yet to look for a decent, new job. I need to do something productive to keep my sanity.

And then it came to me. I must write. It’s productive. It will keep my sanity. And at the same time, I will learn in writing even after I graduated from College.

When I was still in College, we have an obligatory reflection notebook / journal. It is where we write our reflection/meditation for the day and how our day went through, the lessons we learned, and if there’s any, inspirational points that we would like to share with the world.

Also, most of our Philosophy subjects require a bi-semester reflection paper wherein we must apply what we have learned and write it as a reflection/ realization paper. (And I swear, it helped me understand the subjects more! Maybe I should do it to my future students.)

It would be a waste if I just keep those stuff with myself so I decided to share it. I have compiled some of my journal entries and most of my reflection papers and published it online via Friendster Blog and Multiply (during the heydays of the site). There, I met new people who share the same idea and who understand and like what I have written.

Fast forward to late 2009, Multiply is slowly turning into a market place and Friendster, yeah, the Friendster that we knew. So I started looking for another home. I tried Blogger but its interface is eating me alive. (My school locked us from technology and the internet so I was like, back to zero during that time.) And then I discovered Tumblr, who promised that it is the easest way to blog.

I already know that Tumblr exists back in 2008 but I thought that it is just a site for pictures, typographies, and more post-processed and vintage-looking pictures.

I created my Tumblr on January 6, 2010 during the last glorious days of Tumblarity but I did not immediately post my old entries. I tried to familiarize myself and imitated the posts of the blogs that I follow - photos, one liners, and viral photos from the internet.

A screen cap from my archves. My first month on Tumblr.

And I fell in love with it. I got hooked with it. The next thing I knew, I got addicted to it.

My first year on Tumblr marked numerous posts (1,047 to be exact). Maybe because I have more time. Maybe because I am more inspired to share. Maybe because Tumblr, back then, is more fun than the Tumblr that we knew today.

But on my second year on Tumblr, I began to post rarely. Or let’s just say, I would post a stuff but will immediately delete it after an hour or two.

Maybe because I want my blog to be organized? Maybe because I don’t want to see less sensible posts on my page? Maybe because I want my blog to be a serious blog? Maybe because Tumlblr is less fun in 2011 compared to 2009 and 2010? Or maybe because I have matured as a blogger?

From 1,047 posts on 2010, it went down to 150 (this one excluded) on 2011.

Do I regret anything? No. It is my choice. And reading my 150 posts on my second year, I must say that it was all worth the bandwidth and space on your dashboard.

As I begin another year of fun on this blogging platform, I promise myself to refrain from post-and-delete habit and be an inspiration to my followers with my story, my opinion, and my views on society, politics, current events, and pop culture.

I would like to thank the people who became a part of my journey - my Tumblr buddies, the eLBikada, my readers, my followers (Yeah, there’s a difference between the two of them) and my Idol Tumblristas who have inspired me here.

Coincidentally, I got my new antipara today on the second anniversary of my blog.

New antipara means an adjusted vision. I can see more clearly now.

Vision. The Former Archbishop of Manila, Gaudencio Cardinal Rosales once said that to live without a vision is a treason. I see my blog this year as more fruitful compared to the last. More stories, more opinion, more heckling, and more stuff that will let you see the lighter side of things (Nuks!).

I am not your usual komedyante and humor blogger here on Tumblr. But I will try my best to put a smile on your faces and not regret clicking the plus button somewhere up there.

If the Mayans were right, this year will be our last. Let’s make the best out of it. Tumblr may have declined from a fun site that we used to know but that should not stop us from sharing stories, right? 

Brace yourselves, this is gonna be a fun ride.

Maraming salamat sa inyong lahat! Padayon!

Elsewhere:

  • The Republic Turns One - My post during my first year here on Tumblr. This includes my first Tumblr crushes and the people I thank during those year. Yay!
  • The Killer Adobo - My Photo/Photography Blog. I promise to revive it SOON!
  • The Beatle Republic - My other blog dedicated to my obsession with The Beatles.

Source: juanrepublic

My December - Linkin Park

Come on, I know you know this song. Let us welcome the last month of the year by listening (and singing) to this anthem by Linkin Park.

This is my December, this is my time of the year This is my December, this is all so clear This is my December, this is my snow covered home This is my December, this is me alone

And I (Just wish that I didn’t feel like there was something I missed)
And I (Take back all the things I said to make you feel like that)
And I (Just wish that I didn’t feel like there was something I missed)
And I (Take back all the things that I said to you)

And I’d give it all away Just to have somewhere to go to Give it all away
To have someone to come home to This is my December These are my snow covered trees This is me pretending This is all I need

And I (Just wish that I didn’t feel like there was something I missed)
And I (Take back all the things I said to make you feel like that)
And I (Just wish that I didn’t feel like there was something I missed)
And I (Take back all the things that I said to you)

And I’d give it all away Just to have somewhere to go to Give it all away To have someone to come home to This is my December This is my time of the year 
This is my December This is all so clear Give it all away Just to have somewhere to go to Give it all away To have someone to come home to

Personally, the first eleven months of 2011 was not that kind to me. But that doesn’t mean that I will just let the last month be the same.

I will not try my best to have the last 31 days of this year be fruitful. I don’t believe in trying - it’s either I do it or not. And I will make this last 31 days be fruitful, productive, and meaningful.

Today, the first day of December, is a new day for me. It is but timely to start my change and preparation on the first week of Advent - which literally means preparation.

I will act now. Today is a new beginning. It’s never too late. 31 days is long, right?

This is my December.

Source: juanrepublic

The Letter that Changed My Life

I was a rejected writer way back in High School. My articles were literally crumpled and then thrown into the trash bin (I saw my teacher did that heart-breaking scenario inside the faculty room). My superior said that my articles were “not good” and “unreadable.”

I was a failure. A total failure and an embarrassment.

And then my Father wrote this “open letter” when I was in second year High School and have it posted on the Francois Corner - a bulletin board/literary board in the seminary for the written works of the seminarians (talk about “pambabraso”. Wink!).

This letter changed my life. Since then, I have been writing articles after articles, taking into consideration his messages and advice written on this letter. This letter became a major turning point of my life. The Juan of today will never be the same had he not written this letter. 

November 27, 2002

Sorry son, I beat you on the draw this time. Time and again I have always urged you to write something for the Francois Corner. I want you to express yourself, your views of life, of family, of human relations, of growing up, and whatever heaven-may-care concerns you think worthwhile. Write them as they are gestated on your mind. Don’t wait until you may only have to recall the precious moments, when life is already filled with misgivings for the things you’ve done and those you chose not to do, when you may already have to contend with the biases of your own reasoning, whan all things have their good excuses and alibis…the very way I do now.

You have read better books than I did and your vocabulary has improved considerably in your almost two years in the seminary. Nevermind if I tell you that the words as you define them have awkward meanings. As you go along life’s path, you’ll realize the words and gestures alike are interpreted in appropriate contexts, not just they are portrayed in the dictionary. The best poetry of literary piece is something that depicts noble intentions, of truth, of justice, of virtues, of writer’s characters. Avoid flashy and ostentatious adjectives, grandiose adverbs, and dangling modifiers..they often end up in lies.

You are so lucky son. you have found freedom within the confines of the walls of the seminary and I want you to write of this. Freedom is not just doing what you want. It is also getting rid of the things that would otherwise prevent you from doing what you want. Most of us outside are virtual prisoners of our own means, of both obsession and indifference, of curiosity and apathy. Put no envy or remorse for being sheltered from the world, just have it that many would have wanted to be in your place. Talk to your brother seminarians, your formators, and every people you meet and you may learn the reason. Whatever reason it is, take it with humility and reticence. Read a lot, keenly observe things and improve your sense of disrection. Seek wisdom in prayers and let faith be the pillar of judgement.

Write, son, write. Hearten others with the might of your pen. When I held your hand when I first thought you how to write, I had no further intent for you but to learn to inscribe your name. After a few summers, reams and reams of paper, and buckets of ink, I urge you to make a turn around.  Let not your name be prominent but God’s. In your own modest way, lead your readers to Him. Let those words be your hook and line as you brace yourself to be a fisher of men. With God’s grace and a few summers more, (And this, me and your mother pray for) you may already have been an adept articulator of his words. I hope that by then, you will remember this day that I encouraged you to write.

I hope that you will not fail me son. I expect to see your paper tucked in the corks of Francois Corner. We love you.

I know that I still have a lot to do in order to reach my dream to write and to inspire pople. But I am proud to say that I have taken the few little steps to reach that journey. Thank you to all who read my posts here in my little blog.

And thank you to my Tatay Juan who inspired me, who acted as my Maestro. I will always be grateful. I love you.

Happy Father’s Day po Tatay. Inuman tayo mamaya. Padayon!

Source: juanrepublic

Twenty-Two

It has been a tradition in the seminary to do a “mini-sermon” or sharing of reflection during the Holy Mass whenever one is celebrating his birthday. I never had my chance to deliver one since my birthday always fall on the day when seminarians are still on their summer vacation.

So here am I, writing and sharing to you what I am suppose to deliver in front of the congregation. Join me in my reflection and thanksgiving as I celebrate my 22nd birthday.

It’s an open secret to the people whom I met in the internet that I am a Seminarian, a Prayle-wannabe. And only a few handfuls knew my whole story.

It has been more than 2 years since I left the Seminary to undergo an advised regency – or break – to fix myself in the real world. And supposedly, this year will be my return to pursue my 5-year theological studies before being ordained a deacon, and eventually, a Prayle (or a Damaso, depending on how you view my comrades).

I chose not to return this year for personal reasons. And I still don’t know if I would still return in the seminary to pursue my vocation and dream of being a Priest. Let me share with you some of my reasons.

First, my two (2) years have been wasted. I have no permanent job much more an “alternative career” to weigh down my options if I am really for the Priesthood or not. I only have had contractual jobs, sidelines, and rakets. My last job as an editor was home-based so I had no notion of office, officemates, workplace, etc. Currently, I am still looking for a company to work at and who will give me experience and lessons needed for my growth. (Yes, I am not after for the salary and compensations.)

Second, since I wasted my two years, I still lack the experience which will measure my growth into maturity and balance between Priesthood and a life of an ordinary bachelor. When I graduated last 2009, I promised myself that I will travel, meet new people and do things that I have been deprived of during my eight (8) years in the Seminary.  I want to do”a million other things”.

Third, during the past 2 years, I have done things which are not appropriate for a Prayle-wannabe like me. I hurt people. And I still haven’t fixed those broken relationships yet. I don’t want to return to the seminary with a heavy heart and a feeling of guilt.

Fourth, I am still undecided with my vocation. Following the principle in ethics “in doubt, do not act”; I do not want to enter the seminary with a disposition of doubt. I think it will be unfair to God, to the Church, and to her people if I leave the Priesthood just because I pursue my theological studies without being sure of myself (Manangs and those who are forcing me to return immediately to the Seminary, I hope you can read this).

Those are the four major reasons why I opted not to return to the Seminary this year.

But as in all journey, life must go on. Today, I am celebrating my twenty second birthday. Some would say that I look older than my actual age. Some, especially bus conductors and jeepney barkers, would call me “Totoy”.

But if you would ask me, I still feel that I am the same 19-year old young man who graduated in the Seminary more than two years ago. I’m just 37.4 pounds heavier (and yes, I know that it is not healthy).

My life today is not much different from where I left. I am currently a Sunday School teacher in our Parish. Teaching catechism to children ages 12 and below gives me a sense of fulfillment. It is a noble apostolate. I also call it as a “defense Against the Dark Arts” post since teaching those kids prayers and Jesus Christ, his teachings of light and truth, is the best defense against the evil one.

Beat that Severus Snape! 

Despite all the bitterness, drama and tragedy, I am still thankful for the 2 years outside that the Prayles gave me to explore the real world. Though lack in experience and incomplete, I have learned to see life in a different perspective. I have learned to see the reality in the eyes of ordinary people - away from the comfort zones of the seminary. My life in the seminary is quite spoon fed. I have learned here in the real world to stand and to do things on my own.

I am thankful to the people who became part of my journey for this past 2 years outside the Seminary. The nurses and staff of ASEAN RISK, Lipid Research Unit of Philippine General Hospital where I first worked. Technically. My comrades, my brother seminarians, my support group who continue to guide their prodigal brother. My Titas, Ates, and Kuyas in Sunday School who continue to inspire me to return to the seminary. To my former boss in the publishing company, thank you for the opportunity Sir Eugene. To the people whom I met here in David Karp’s cyber empire, most especially to the eLBikada - thank you for the laughters, tears, booze, smoke, and love.

I would also like to thank the people who became part of my journey for 22 years.My parents, my family, and the Prayles (where I spent more than half of my life living with them).

I would also like to ask for forgiveness to the people whom I hurt - consciously and unconsciously. I hope we can start a new beginning.

This journey of 22 years has been fun. And I would like to start a new journey with hopes and dreams that this will also be a good one. Let’s aim for 90 years? Why not/ If the Japanese can do it, why can’t I?

Thank you everyone for (wasting) spending your time reading this. I hope that you will also be part of my journey, Let’s walk together into the fullness of life.

May God bless us all today, tomorrow, and forever. Padayon!

Source: juanrepublic

Guess Who’s Wearing my Eraserheads Shirt?

This Mother’s Day, let me share you this beautiful anecdote/ experience with my Nanay. I know that all of us have different and unique yabang stories about how great, cool, and loving our mothers are. Let me share you this one:

Last September, I got my first paycheck from the Publishing Company where I work as an editor. And since I learned about the Eraserheads: The Head Set last March (when rumors began to spread like wildfire on the internet), I made a vow to myself to allot a portion of my paycheck for the box set - no matter how expensive it would cost me.

The Box Set was released on September 9 - and I still haven’t received my paycheck. I was in panic. Since the set is limited, I feared that I will not be able to buy myself a copy. I also feared that the box set will not be available here in the Southern Luzon area (you know, some music materials are just too Metro Manila-centered).

I received my paycheck by mid-September and the first thing that I did was to go to the nearest (and only) Greenwich here in Los Baños. I asked the crew if they have the Heads Set. And the rest was months of nostalgia, rockin’ with the Eraserheads.

As most of you who have the Heads Set, the box includes a coffee table book/ lyric sheet/ photo album (I don’t know how to exactly call it), complete albums, EPs, and a DVD, and the Heads Set Shirt.

Now, the Heads Shirt came in free-size-one-size-fits-all-that’s-a-fuckin’-fashion-discrimination!  And if you who know me personally, you know that that shirt will not fit me - and I rarely wear body fits (bakat ang man-boobs pare!). So I decided to just hang it in my room for art’s sake, for bragging, and for future self-centered consumption (I just love to use that word).

Months went by and the shirt still hangs in my room. One day, my Nanay entered the room and asked me: “Aanhin mo yan kung hindi mo isusuot? Sayang lang ang Pho 2, 500 mo.”

Jokingly, I replied “Kapag pumayat ako, maisusuot ko na yan”.

"Ipahiram mo na lang muna sa akin. Ako ang magsusuot.", she replied.

At first, I was taken aback. My Nanay will wear an Eraserheads shirt? Is she trying to be bagets or what? I can accept it if my father wears this shirt (because he is jeprox and young at heart) but my conservative Nanay? She got to be kidding.

I asked her, “Seryoso kayo?”.

"Oo nga!", she replied.

And she removed the shirt from the hanger, went to the other room, and wore my shirt. And it fits her perfectly. Panalo!


This is the modern world where being fit and sexy is in and being fat with man-boobs is a big no. It’s just so unfair for us fatties. Come on self-proclaimed fashion experts! There are more of us who are not sexy, fit, and macho. The world is full of non-sexy and non-fit individuals. You should consider us whenever you make these shirts.

Okay, enough of the ranting. Alam ko namang olats ako diyan at kailangan ko na talagang magpapayat. Hindi na din kasi healthy.

I have cool parents. It’s good to see them having the same trip and vibes as ours. They borrow and listen to my CDs. They watch the same TV series as mine. And they both love the Eraserheads.

Nanay, you can wear that shirt forever if you want to. It’s all yours. I can buy you more Eraserheads shirt if you want to. Keep your cool. I love you po! :’)

Happy Mother’s Day Nanay!

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Happy 22nd Anniversary Nanay and Tatay!
Today marks the 22nd wedding anniversary of my parents. 22 years of being a husband and wife, 22 years of being good parents, 22 years of ups and downs, 22 years of blessings and misfortunes, and 22 years of being together.
You have gone a long way in your marriage. You have been a good example to us, your sons and daughter. You have thought us to be God-fearing individuals and to be just to our neighbor. You are our idols.
In three years, you will be celebrating your Silver Anniversary. But let’s aim for fifty years just like Lolo and Lola. And when that day comes, I want both of you to sing Adam Sandler’s Grow Old With You.
I love you Nanay and Tatay from the bottom of my heart and from the wholeness of my substantial, corporeal, living, and rational soul. Nuks!
Photo taken at Kamay ni Hesus Healing Center, Lucban Quezon. I asked them to pose on ‘The Temptation’ statue of Adam and Eve for art’s sake - and for them to be reminded that whatever temptations may come along the way, they should still be together as one.

Happy 22nd Anniversary Nanay and Tatay!

Today marks the 22nd wedding anniversary of my parents. 22 years of being a husband and wife, 22 years of being good parents, 22 years of ups and downs, 22 years of blessings and misfortunes, and 22 years of being together.

You have gone a long way in your marriage. You have been a good example to us, your sons and daughter. You have thought us to be God-fearing individuals and to be just to our neighbor. You are our idols.

In three years, you will be celebrating your Silver Anniversary. But let’s aim for fifty years just like Lolo and Lola. And when that day comes, I want both of you to sing Adam Sandler’s Grow Old With You.

I love you Nanay and Tatay from the bottom of my heart and from the wholeness of my substantial, corporeal, living, and rational soul. Nuks!

Photo taken at Kamay ni Hesus Healing Center, Lucban Quezon. I asked them to pose on ‘The Temptation’ statue of Adam and Eve for art’s sake - and for them to be reminded that whatever temptations may come along the way, they should still be together as one.

Source: juanrepublic

My December - Linkin Park

I admit. My November was fucked up. No thanks to my lack of focus, senseless procrastination, and unnecessary activities.

Now, I am lost like a vagabond on the busy streets of the city. Walking without direction, without a concrete goal, without a plan.

And this has to stop. I know that I am better than this. I am a man with vision, with a goal, with a plan.

Today, the first day of December, is a new day for me. This is a new beginning for Juan. It is but timely to start my change and preparation on the first week of Advent - which literally means preparation.

Today is a new beginning.

I will act now.

This is my December.

Source: juanrepublic

Happy Birthday Nanay!
Ngayong araw na ito, Nobyembre 18, ay ang ika- (Teka, bawal daw sabihin ang tunay niyang edad.) na kaarawan ng aking Nanay.
Maraming-maraming salamat po sa Nanay sa pagmamahal, pag-aaruga, at sa mga materyal at di-materyal na bagay na ibinigay niyo sa amin sa loob ng maraming taon. Pasensya na sa mga kawalanghiyaan ko. Na kung minsan (o madalas) ay napapainit ko ang inyong ulo. Alam niyo namang yun ang paraan ko ng “tough love”. Yeah!
Wish ko pa sa inyo ang pagkalooban pa kayo ni Lord ng madaming biyaya, good health, masaya at kontentong buhay, at mas marami pang birthdays na dadating. Hindi ko na po muna hihilingin kay Lord na magkaroon kayo ng apo dahil alam kong ayaw niyo pa nun (yun ngang idea pa lang na magkaka-apo kayo, ayaw niyo na, yung tunay pa kaya? Haha!).
Sana naman po, balang araw, isa sa aming magkapatid ang mamanuhan niyo sa altar. Kung hindi man kaming dalawa, puwede na siguro ang isa. 
Happy birthday po ulit Nanay. I love you!

Happy Birthday Nanay!

Ngayong araw na ito, Nobyembre 18, ay ang ika- (Teka, bawal daw sabihin ang tunay niyang edad.) na kaarawan ng aking Nanay.

Maraming-maraming salamat po sa Nanay sa pagmamahal, pag-aaruga, at sa mga materyal at di-materyal na bagay na ibinigay niyo sa amin sa loob ng maraming taon. Pasensya na sa mga kawalanghiyaan ko. Na kung minsan (o madalas) ay napapainit ko ang inyong ulo. Alam niyo namang yun ang paraan ko ng “tough love”. Yeah!

Wish ko pa sa inyo ang pagkalooban pa kayo ni Lord ng madaming biyaya, good health, masaya at kontentong buhay, at mas marami pang birthdays na dadating. Hindi ko na po muna hihilingin kay Lord na magkaroon kayo ng apo dahil alam kong ayaw niyo pa nun (yun ngang idea pa lang na magkaka-apo kayo, ayaw niyo na, yung tunay pa kaya? Haha!).

Sana naman po, balang araw, isa sa aming magkapatid ang mamanuhan niyo sa altar. Kung hindi man kaming dalawa, puwede na siguro ang isa. 

Happy birthday po ulit Nanay. I love you!

Source: juanrepublic

Liham para kay “Spongebob”

Dear “Spongebob”,

Kumusta naman ang araw mo? Sana naman ay naging espesyal ang araw na ito para sa iyo. Sana naman at naging masaya ka sa espesyal na araw na ito sa buhay mo.

Una sa lahat, binabati kita ng maligayang ika-19 na kaarawan. Hinihiling ko na sana ay patnubayan ka ng Poong Maykapal sa iyong buhay, biyayaan ka pa ng mas maraming grasya, mabuting kalusugan, at mas masayang buhay.

Medyo matagal na tayong hindi nagkikita. Ang hirap kasi ng magkaiba ang schedule natin. Busy ka, busy din ako. May katagalan na noong huli tayong nagkita. Mga dalawang buwan na siguro. Iyon ay noong pumunta ka dito sa Los Baños:

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Nung Iniwan Mo Ako - Sinosikat?

Perhaps, this one of the best songs ever written. The words are simple. And the message is straight to the point.

This song is on a repeat mode on my player as of writing. In fact, I can listen to this song for a whole emotero day.

And call me madrama, but yes, I’m in tears while listening to the song. Go on. Listen to the song. And enjoy the music.

And if you may excuse me, I would just have to wipe my tears. God bless everyone.

Nais kong malaman mo
Halos namatay ang puso ko sa kahihintay sayo
Ilang gabing di manlang makaidlip
Ilang araw ni hindi makabangon
O kay layo layo mo na umaasa parin

Pano ka ba lilimutin at aaminin ko sayo
Bihag ako ng ala-ala mo
Nung iniwan mo ako
Tumilgil ang aking mundo
Kay tagal umikot lang sayo

Nasan ka na kaya
Minsan naiisip mo ba ako
Ano kaya ang hugis ng bukas na wala ka
Di ko lamang inakala
Na darating ang isang umaga
Na ako‘y gigising at biglang wala ka na

Pano ka ba lilimutin at aaminin ko sayo
Bihag ako ng ala-ala mo
Nung iniwan mo ako
Tumilgil ang aking mundo

At aaminin ko sayo
Bihag ako ng ala-ala mo
Nung iniwan mo ako
Tumilgil ang aking mundo
Kay tagal umikot lang sayo
umikot lang sayo

Remembering a ‘Nanay’

As much as I want to retain the gavel as my display photo to remind me that justice is yet to be served to our family (read the whole story here), I decided to change it into a photo of former President Cory Aquino whose first death anniversary will be remembered tomorrow, August 1.

I shall leave it for a week as my way of remembering the celebrated icon of Philippine Democracy and as a reminder that I can be also an instrument of change to others.

I shall also pray for her intercession for God to bless and help this country and our family. I know that she is watching over us Filipinos from up there.

Maraming maraming salamat po Pangulong Cory!

GPOYW (Gratuitous Picture of Yourself and ‘Wowa’)
Most of you knew that I am an eccentric blogger and I do have my own meaning/s of GPOYW. So here I go again, with my another GPOYW.
Last Wednesday, I posted my GPOYW (Gandang Picture of Your ‘Wowa’). That lady is my grandmother on my mother’s side. And for this post, I would like you to meet my Father’s Mother - my Lola Toyang from the mountainous part of Batangas City.
Photo was taken during my grandfather’s wake last Holy Week. 

GPOYW (Gratuitous Picture of Yourself and ‘Wowa’)

Most of you knew that I am an eccentric blogger and I do have my own meaning/s of GPOYW. So here I go again, with my another GPOYW.

Last Wednesday, I posted my GPOYW (Gandang Picture of Your ‘Wowa’). That lady is my grandmother on my mother’s side. And for this post, I would like you to meet my Father’s Mother - my Lola Toyang from the mountainous part of Batangas City.

Photo was taken during my grandfather’s wake last Holy Week. 


This is a personal blog where rants, raves, and everything in between is written and posted.

About the Blogger: His name is Juan, a frustrated writer who hails from a sauna town at the foot of Mount Makiling. He spends his being an overworked and underpaid High School teacher and being a self-proclaimed superhero who is dreaming and trying to make a difference, one post at a time.

For correspondence, please email me at juanrepublica@gmail.com

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