My Way of Life at Bubonga-Marantao

I caption this image at about 5am while having my cofee with milk. I am really find watching the rising of the sun















On the same day, a bit earlier, about 4am. This day promise me a better tomorrow. I am happy that I still have this day without much complain with my health















I planted this plant when I;m still healthy. Now that they grow nicely, my health has deteriorate that I cannot manage to care them. I can only share my smiles but not my hand for I cannot help them anymore.











This is the school that owns my life. This is the entrance.









On the left side of the entrance are the very first plants that I have in school






I've been confined in bed for more than a year, that was September of 2008. I am diagnose for a bone and liver illness. My only recovery is to lay in bed. All possible means of medication have been done by my attending physician. For me, I have to ask God, for only God has the power for all things.

This time, I cannot call myself a survivor for am still under medication. I have asked God for another extension of my life because the school that I'm serving still needs me. The one have been my inspiration to survive. I packed some of my personal belongings and tranfer to the said school. I have reserved a room for me and stayed at the said room.

My only activities is to see my flowers blooming and until dark. At dawn, I love to watch the sun rising, overlooking from the school. I whisper silently for another dawn and until the dawn of tomorrow. I love to have to have a caption of my favorites and shared those in my blogs.

happy new year guys! i'll be missing you all! this friend of yours is still sick!

My Best fight ever

Where Shall I Park My Foot for Eternity

I have my first fight when I give birth to my eldest son...though I am already matured for it but I am an innocent for the same. I thought it was the end of the world because of the pain that I endured. The labor in giving birth is no doubt any mother can tell a unique story. I considered my major ovarian operation as another fight in this journey but I survive with 1% of survival, according to my surgeon, documented by the Waiver form signed by my hubby, going back October 15 1994. Another fight again that I fought for my life is when I am diagnosed for a breast cancer in February 2003. But I consider this health problem now to be my best fight ever. It is this stage tat I am fighting for undefined emotional stress, depression and deteriorating hope to win again. I have so many wins in life as I mentioned above and I am afraid God wont provide me another win for I have asked too much. I just hope that God will be kind to me again and give me another extension. If not, this lens will be the last lens I can create as product of my memory.

I hope for the Best Win

With more endurance in life, health problem became my best friend for God is so kind to me. When I undergo with my major Ovarian Operation, my eldest son was in Elementary Grade. I knew my children cannot survived if I die in this stage. I have an ovarian cyst in 1994. It was already acute when discovered. For the benefit of my reader I have included some information about this health problem in the following paragraph and phrases. (ovarian cyst is any collection of fluid, surrounded by a very thin wall, within an ovary. Any ovarian follicle that is larger than about two centimeters is termed an ovarian cyst. An ovarian cyst can be as small as a pea, or larger than a cantaloupe. Most ovarian cysts are functional in nature, and harmless (benign).[1] In the US, ovarian cysts are found in nearly all premenopausal women, and in up to 14.8% of postmenopausal women. Ovarian cysts affect women of all ages. They occur most often, however, during a woman's childbearing years. Some ovarian cysts cause problems, such as bleeding and pain. Surgery may be required to remove cysts larger than 5 centimeters in diameter.) My attending Physician have explained to me that the very reason for my survival despite my very inch of rate survival is my interest to live. My veins collapsed allowing Dextrose to discontinue. My medical records showed that I have gone to 60/40 Blood Pressure. The Physician advised for Blood transfusions. My family did but was not done to me for miracles that my Doctor said that happened. The attending physician almost lost hope too, but when I request for a pain reliever, he provide me Novane, a very controversial pain reliever that brings the patients in so many side effects but turned very helpful to me. I was scheduled for operation early in the 15th day of October, 1994 however my blood pressure got unstable and was reschedule until 3 in the afternoon of the same date. This was very successful. God has granted my wish for the sake of my children. With out warning, I have another fight...my breast cancer in the early summer of 2003. I received my last dose of Chemotherapy last December of 2003. I almost give up because of the undefined discomfort of the therapy. However I have no option so I must. Again, I thanks God for another extension of my life, perhaps not only for my family but for a legacy that awaited for my total commitment in life. After my Chemotherapy, I give up all my family businesses run and managed by me. I leave them to my Children. I ran a newly-opened Rural National High School for seeing the needs of the Community and the Students. I dedicate my life, my wealth to this School. Though I became poor but when I see the smiles of the students, I feel as if I am the wealthiest woman in the world. Some related stories and writings can be seen in my related Blogs and Lenses that I need not to mention it here. Last October of 2007, I have a deep emotional stressed. I assume it be cause by my son's dashing manhood. He married two girls in a day. This cause my to exhaust all my effort and much of my riches and capacity. I was not able to find out that I was suffering another health problem. My Doctor said I was only on a serious emotional stress and she provided me medicines. I was temporarily cured but I started to loss my weight. I feel as I am really fighting for a temporary emotional stress when I lost my interest to live. As if I fulfilled all my purpose in life. My fellow teachers came and cried when I declared to withdraw my three Mathematics subjects to one of them of whom I trusted to carry them fully. I expressed a total contentment and confessed my interest in life. The different between my fight of today to that of the other health problem is my interest to live. Although I have not fulfilled more of my commitment at school but I am fine with my other school accomplishment. Recently, I was diagnosed again for another stage of cancer, and it is liver cancer caused by my breast cancer then in 2003. Base on my research, a breast tumor may transfer to any are near it. I happens to be in my liver and already have ten metastases in both lobes. I discovered, though I did not meet my Oncologist first that the only medicines is to have a Chemotherapy. This was disclosed to me too by my attending physician recently. With out providing me much information about my health problem she referred me to my Oncologist. I have not seen my Oncologist yet because of the Halloween. Perhaps after the Holidays I can see him and can know more about my health problem. I consider this health fight to be my best fight ever. I do not not how to fight for I have exhausted all my strength. I hope God will give another life extension. Thanks for my husband, my only daughter to my son, Cocon for the sincere services they extended. I pray that like, they will also win.

Blue Moment

It was blue moment for me since the first week of September until this date. My intestinal problem bothers me. To this date, I was face with a total stress and was recommended for rest until my condition will be set.

I worried much on my students. Because of my deteriorating health condition, I have to give-up on my subject area. It is not only the growing loneliness that bothers me, but my office work was totally affected. My blogs has missed me so much. I was not able to visit them. For my readers, I hope I can manage to up date some of it, as there are really more news to talk with regarding school activities, especially that the Boy and Girl Scouts Month is at risk. The Scouting month usually falls on the month of November and I was not able to update the school troops.

I am really sad to my health problem. I hope Allah extend my life to the best of my service to the school that I'm serving and the students.

The End of Rmadan

This was the life in the City. They come in group because of easy means of
communi-
cations.
They can
commu-
nicate
to their
choice.
In the
rural area,
they
celebrate the
Id'l Fitr
through
a group
within any Masjeed. People who leave near any Masjeed can come in group.

Being one of the minority tribe of the Philippines. I come to celebrate the Id'l fitr with the group of Maranaw in our locality. I belong to ht rural area, which closeness of neighbors were normal. After the prayer, foods were prepared, enough for the entire community. We came to eat together, chatting every corners, especially mothers and grandmas.Parlor games came after the festive foods. The games do not exempt any age for male. They group themselves and give name to their groups. No one shows their reluctance as the males compete for the games.

This is one characteristic that rural people can boast. Their closeness shine in every affair of the community.As the games ended, the neighbors separate each others and returned home happy for the end of Ramadan.

Mine is to ask ALLAH(s.w.t.) to extend my life and bring me celebrate another year for this Holy month. Alhamdulillah!

HAPPY ID'L FITR TO ALL MULIMS IN THE WORLD!

Maranaw Decorations-I

This a Maranaw Traditional Dolang. A round-like tray, decorated with Ampas ( use to cover the Tabak, a tray-like, decorated with sequence). This traditional were still used these days, especially for a formal affair. The tray is made up of bronze. The Municipality of Togaya of Lanao del Sur is well-known for this thread. They sold their products locally and even import some of their products. This is the reason why our province is regarded as one of the Tourist spot in Mindanao. The Traditional wares of the Maranaw, made up of "okir" (traditional carvings) are popular among them. These really suit to the taste of the Tourists.
This traditional Dolang accommodates Muslim delicacies and natives foods, and being serve as a table. This requires no chairs, as the guest would just sit flat to the floor.These serves as their serving tray.













As a Maranaw, I treasure the decorations it has. Though I belong to the low-income level, but I have few collections that match to my economic status. i am fond of it as mere collections and decorations at home Other wealthy families collected these to prepare for a formal affair. this is true to politicians, as they accommodated more influential persons. A home of any Maranaw who can afford, will not call their house a home with out them. This tradition seal the status of a Maranaw. If we can see much of these in any residence, we immediately conclude as to the stability of once income. This become a symbol for ones economic status, we say, Datus and Baes, names address to Royal Family.

The joy for the Ramadan

Every Muslim in the world observe this Holy month. Being one of the minority tribe of Muslim, I enjoy with this Holy month. Our house is just meters away from the Masjeed. i enjoy watching those children, patiently waiting for the break of their fast.

There was thing in my mind, how this month motivate discipline to these kids. Did they really fast? Or they they are hiding some agenda so that their parents will keep trusting them that they are ended fulfilling their fasting. When I was in primary school, exactly 2 pm, my stomach keep troubling. Because our school was near to a spring water, I was many times tempted to drink water without sharing it to my classmates. Though how much I tried, my hands were pulled backed, as if my imagination was controlled. I was not able to play that trick

When I arrived home, my mother was so busy preparing foods. I remember my my interest in drinking. If I succeed in breaking my fast, I must not be entitled for this foods. These foods were for us, and our mother was in a hurry, thinking to have the best foods upon breaking our fast. From that time on, I never have another try.

Upon glancing those kids feasting to secure the supplied fruits, I realized my childhood. Could these kids like, who was once the tempted to break a fast? Did they ever realized the effect like mine? The Ramadan bring extra joy that when time to break the fast officially, we added extra confident in mind. A confident that only God knows. We motivated a sense of trust and commitment to our faith. No one implement us the values, but we know we must follow. We can betray this faith but God knows even the beating of our heart. It is in this manner that any Muslim can be motivated in a simple way with out imposing much reward or punishment, but only God can justify.