anben

Not wine... beer :-)

2008-06-03T13:16:00.001-07:00

Beer1
Originally uploaded by Anben

whoo hoo... he he.. not wine but beer... in the office...

Drowning a bad day with wine

2008-05-20T15:11:00.000-07:00

Does it really help? It do numb you a bit, and fear somewhat disappears... but at the end of the day... if you left things unsettled or unsolved, it will be there again on the morrow.

a good day to all... let's face our problems tommorow... he he he... whooooa...

ooopps! Sorry I think I'm drunk!

Anben

2007-11-29T08:14:00.000-08:00

Was just surfing the net and tried to look for "anben"... and here's what google returned:

hmmn... interesting, never knew that there was a steel company in China named anben...

First Borongan Visit

2007-03-28T06:54:00.000-07:00

This is our First Visit to Borongan. Unfortunately, I was not feeling very well the day before we traveled and after 9 hours of our "free massage" trip... i was already nursing a 39 deg C fever...

Goodbye iterinary... I rested the whole day and missed seeing my friends... we were planning to have some drinks when we arrived but I can't even get up from my bed without effort. I felt really weak that day. The brighter side though was that, I was with a very special person... it was her first visit there and i promised to tour her around the place... Our 'Borongan Tour' happened the next day as i was feeling better...

Here's a picture of our adventure at LINAO River near Cabong, a popular beach on our place.

Pilipinas kong Mahal!

2007-02-12T22:52:00.000-08:00

http://www.philstar.com/philstar/NEWS200702130708.htm

‘Tempering’ the rich

TAKIN’ CARE OF BUSINESS

By Babe Romualdez

The Philippine Star 02/13/2007

GMA gave us a glimpse of her temper once again when she walked out of a press conference where a reporter asked why the billionaires during the time of Marcos and Ramos are still the same billionaires today. It sounded like a loaded question, but actually, it really was not. But what the reporter wanted to imply was that the rich continue to get richer while the poor continue to languish in poverty. Obviously, the rich are still around because their money keeps growing.

Of course, GMA probably thought the question impertinent, hence her huffing and puffing and walking out in a tantrum. Absolutely unnecessary – she needs to learn how to control herself. Temper flare-ups like this one only create the impression that she’s evading the issue. The fact is, she answered it right – after probably getting a hold of herself – she went back and told the reporter, “We will not grow by pulling the rich down but by pulling the poor up. We should bring up everybody, spread the wealth that way. That’s my answer to your question.” ....

... makes me ponder... she is smart... really...

and personal opinion aside, she has more results...

and i think the reason others are perked up is her temper... not her intellect... or i am just politically naive...

doesn't matter though... let us not pull the philippines down, let us just pull it up... no need to blame anybody... let us just put the responsibility on our own shoulders...

see Gawad Kalinga and how it plans to alleviate the philippines from poverty. It has never waited for the government to solve the problems... rather initiated the move to change the life of our poor.

investing on the innate goodness of every person...

An outsider’s impression of Cebuanos

2007-01-25T22:02:00.000-08:00

By Bobit S. Avila
The Philippine Star 01/26/2007

While we’re through with our hosting of the ASEAN Summit, one thing I really wanted to know was, what was the impression of the ASEAN delegates, especially those in the media, of Cebu? Somehow I got my answer in an e-mail sent to me by Ricardo Alberto. Here’s his letter in full: "Hi, I’m Rick Alberto, a Filipino expat working in Bangkok as managing editor of Samui Express, a fortnightly newspaper circulated on Samui Island. I came across this column (attached) published in Straits Times, and I thought of sharing it with you. Best, Rick rickpanasia@yahoo.com." So here’s the article in full that Rick Alberto e-mailed to me that came out of the Straits Times of Singapore last Jan. 19: "LEARNING FROM OUR ASEAN NEIGHBORS By Lydia Lim" "One thing I have discovered about some of our Asean neighbors is how difficult it is to stay angry with them. I returned this week from Cebu, the Philippines’ second largest city, where I had gone with several colleagues to report on the Asean Summit. The arrangements were not always up to scratch, with the summit events spread out between several venues and travel between them often delayed for long stretches by road blocks. "The US$11 million (S$17 million) International Convention Center had mosquitoes aplenty and toilet doors so flimsy, the locks fell off on the first day of use. Not to mention that the ‘official media hotel’ where we stayed had rooms that were not sound- proof. A bizarre combination of disco music and crowing roosters kept us up at night. "I overheard one American journalist declare in frustration that in terms of logistics, it was ‘the worst summit’ he had ever covered. And yet, I returned from Cebu with a warm feeling for our hosts. I found that the Cebuanos had this amazing knack of dissolving my irritation with their smiles and unfailing good cheer, so much so that I ended up swallowing my complaints and making the best of the situation. "What they lacked in tip-top infrastructure, they made up for in hospitality, by laying out plenty of good food and hosting great parties. There were three parties in all for the media covering the summit, including one that took place on a sandbar in the middle of the sea. They did all this while shrugging off the international criticisms and massive inconvenience that were the fallout of their own government’s decision last month to postpone the summit at the 11th hour. "So this perhaps is the dilemma for Singaporeans when they work with other folk from around the region - whether to be dismayed by any lack of good planning and preparation or awed by their cheerfulness in the face of nasty surprises. If we err too much on the side of the first, we risk getting carried away by our own sense of superiority. This may be why we Singaporeans are often disliked by our Asean neighbors. "After a recent article on elitism in the local context, I was surprised to receive an e-mail from an Indonesian who was upset by the elitist attitudes of Singaporeans toward people from virtually every other country in the region. According to him, we are a nation of elitists. While I do not think it is fair to tar all Singaporeans with the same brush, I do think most of us can afford to be more appreciative of the good nature of many of our neighbors when dealing with the vicissitudes of life, whether these come in the form of demanding customers or natural calamities. "In the air-conditioned comfort of our First World home, we have come to expect that everything will always proceed like clockwork. But this means we may have lost much of our ability to respond gracefully to the unexpected. Here I am not talking about Singapore’s ability as a nation to deal with disasters or disease outbreaks. We have shown ourselves well able to do so because we are well organized and constantly plan and prepare for the worst. What I mean is that at the individual level, we are apt to be thrown off when things do not go our way. As a Filipino journalist once told me, the Singaporean is lost when things do not go as planned. "But for the Filipino, it is the reverse — he does not know how to react if things actually work as they are meant to. Here is where we can learn from our Asean neighbors because no matter how much time we spend planning, life is bound to dish up the unexpected every now and then. Rather than cocooning ourselves in the belief that we are already streets ahead of everyone else in Asean, we can be more open-minded as we travel around the region. "Only then can we recognize the qualities and strengths of our neighbors which we might do well to learn. This change in attitude will also make for better people-to-people ties as we rid ourselves of the elitism that is such a turn-off to others. In the end, it is these relations between individuals that will lay the best foundation for the Asean community that the 10 governments have agreed to build by 2015. Singapore will be better for it too." "Just think about this — Won’t it be great if the next time we host a high-profile international event, our guests have such a good time they willingly overlook any small imperfections in the arrangements? Not to mention how much more pleasant life here would be if we all learnt from our neighbors to smile more, even when the going gets tough."

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Last Thursday was another great day for Cebu, especially that we’re still having that feeling of euphoria after our successful hosting of the ASEAN Summit and the Sinulog Festival. This time, it’s Cebuano business pride when Metaphil (an Aboitiz company) finished and moved five tailings deep bed thickeners, heavy metal structures used as a gravity-separation devices for segregating minerals like copper from various rock materials, to be used in nickel mining operations in Goro, New Caledonia. Each thickener weighs 243.4 tons, has a diameter of 20 meters and height of 23.2 meters. All five structures were transported on special-type hydraulic trailers by the Aboitiz Special Project TS Corp. 300 meters to the dock where they were lifted on board a special heavy lift vessel, M/V Happy Buccaneer, for delivery to New Caledonia. Indeed, this was a special day not just for Metaphil Inc. and its workers as these structures showcase Cebuano craftsmanship and world-class skills. Indeed, we wowed them with our hosting of the ASEAN Summit; we wowed the tourists and balikbayans when we held the Sinulog Festival. In business expertise, Metaphil has shown to the world construction industry that Cebuano skills and quality of work are highly globally competitive.

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Top 10 Island Destinations for the Asian/Indian Ocean Region

2006-10-29T17:38:00.000-08:00

Top 10 Island Destinations for the Asian/Indian Ocean Region, as follows:

1. Maldives, 91.5
2. Bali, 85.9
3. Phuket, 81.8
4. Langkawi, Malaysia, 80.1
5. Koh Samui, Thailand, 78.1
6. Seychelles, 77.8
7. Zanzibar, 71.6
8. Cebu, Philippines, 71.0
9. Borneo, 63.2
10. Mauritius, 62.7

http://www.philstar.com/philstar/NEWS200610309907.htm

I found this info fascinating and had wanted to keep it longer than my memory can...
So here it is... and a link to a picture gallery on the net:

http://www.pbase.com/

... enjoy!!! ...

Street Children

2006-10-18T23:31:00.000-07:00

This is a story I received through a forwarded e-mail, but the difference is that, it happened nearer than what we usually read. I felt the same with the author... I also don't like these street children specially when my sisters were still renting an apartment on Mango Ave. I used to see these children sniffing Rugby and somehow mean when you didn't give them something... but then as i read this story, some hard truth can never be argued with: that is, they are having a hard life! Though they may have different backgrounds in life and different view for it!

Here goes the story:

The Letter:

Ever since it was diagnosed that I am having a possible heart enlargement in the last APE, I have exerted more effort to do physical exercises. I do jogging during week days and do long - ride mountain biking every Sunday.
But this Sunday is a special Sunday to me. While I was on my way to the mountains of Busay hoping to strengtened my heart by this exercise, instead, I personally encountered a heart-breaking scene that changed me.
I already passed the Marco Polo Plaza ( formerly Cebu Plaza Hotel ) when I decided to stop to buy bananas at a small carenderia located along the road. I haven’t taken any solid food that morning so I need fruits to have the needed energy to get to my destination - the mountain top. I almost done eating with the second banana when I noticed two children across the street busily searching the garbage area. “Basureros” I said to myselt and quickly turn my attention away from them to sip a small amount of water. I cared less for these kind of children actually; to make it straight, I do not like them, and I do not trust them evenmore. You see, several times I have been a victim to these kind of children who are pretending to be basureros looking for empty bottles and cans when in fact the ‘plangganas’, ‘kalderos’, and ‘hinayhays’ are their favorites. I remember one afternoon while I was watching a Mike Tyson fight when I noticed that the TV screen suddenly became blurred. I checked outside and saw two young basureros running away with my newly installed antenna.
Hatred may be a little bit stronger word to describe my feeling towards these basureros, but I do not like them honestly ? not till I met these three children.
I was about to embark on my bike again when I heard one of the two children, a girl of about 7 or 8 of age saying aloud to the other , a 12-yr old boy , “ kuya si dodong kuha-a kay nag-sige’g tan-aw sa mga nagkaon, mauwaw ta” , only then that I noticed a small boy standing near to me biting slightly his finger. He’s a few inches shorter if compared to my 5 years old son ( but I knew later that he’s also 5 yrs. Old). Though he did not asked for food to anyone in the carenderia, the way he looked at the customers who were eating , enough to convinced me that he intensely craving for it. The older boy then quickly crossed the street and gently pulled out the little one who politely obeyed. As I watched the two crossing back the street to the garbage area, I heard the tindera saying “ Lo-oy kaayo nang mga bataa uy, mga buotan ra ba na”. I learned further from the carenderia owner that the children are from a good family , both parents were working before , and that their father got a stroke 3 years ago and became partially paralized and their mother died of heart attack while their father was still confined at the hospital. The parents were still in their early forties when the catastrophe happened , and the children became basureros since then to meet their daily needs and for their father’s medication.
Deeply moved by what I heard, I went to a nearby bakery and bought 20 pesos worth of bread and gave it to the children who initially refused including the little boy. “ Sige lang noy, salamat na lang, magpalit lang nya mi kung mahalinan na mi” the young girl said to me. I explained that they need to go home because it started to rain . “ Naanad na man mi ani “ the girl answered again. Again, I explained that the rain can make them sick and if they’ll become sick there’s no one to take care of their father. Upon mentioning their father, they nodded and acccept the bread but I noticed that the older boy did not ate. When I asked him if he does not like the kind of bread I bought for them he smiled but as he’s about to explain, the little girl, who is the more talker of them interrupted, “ Domingo man gud ron ,noy, basta Sabado ug Domingo hapon ra siya mokaon kami ra ang mokaon ug pamahaw pero dili na pod mi mokaon inig hapon, si kuya ra. Pero basta Lunes ngadto sa Biyernes, kay klase man , si kuya ra sad ang seguro-on ug papamahaw, kami hapon na sad mi moka-on “ Pero kung daghan mi ug halin mokaon mi tanan.” she continued. “Ngano man diay ug mokaon mong tanan, bahinon ninyo bisan ug unsa ka gamay?” I countered.
The young girl reasoned out that their father wanted that her older brother to come to school with full stomachs so he can easily catch up the teacher’s lessons. “Inig ka trabaho ni kuya mo undang na man mi ug pamasura , first honor baya na siya “ the little boy added proudly.
Maybe I was caught by surprise or I am just overly emotional that my tears started to fall. I then quickly turned my back from them to hide my tears and pretended to pick up my bike from the carenderia where I left it.
I don’t know how many seconds or minutes I spent just to compose myself; pretending again this time that I was mending by bike.
Finally I get on to my bike and approached the three children to bid goodbye to them who in turn cast their grateful smiles at me. I then took a good look at all of them specially to the small boy and pat his head with a pinch in my heart. Though I believe that their positive look at life can easily change their present situation, there is one thing that they can never change; that is , their being motherless. That little boy can no longer taste the sweet embrace, care, and most of all , the love of his mother ? forever. Nobody can refill the empty gap created by that sudden and untimely death of their mother. Every big events that will happen to their lives will only remind them and make them wish of their mother’s presence.
I reached to my pocket and handed to them my last 100 peso bill which I reserved for our department’s bowling tournament. This time they refused strongly but I jokingly said to the girl “ sumbagon teka ron kung di nimo dawaton” . She smiled as she extended her hand to take the money. “ Salamat noy makapalit gyud me ron ug tambal ni papa “ she uttered. I then turned to the small boy and though he’s a few feet away from me, I still noticed that while his right hand was holding the half - filled sack, his left hand was holding a toy, a worn out toy car. I waved my hands and said bye bye to him as I drove towards the mountains again. Did he just found the toy in the garbage area ? or the toy was originally his - when the misfortune did not took place yet? - I did not bother to ask. But one thing is crystal clear to me ? that inspite of the boy’s abnormal life, he did not given up his childhood completely. I can sense it that way he hold and stare at his toy.
My meeting with that young basureros made me poorer by 100 pesos. But they changed me and made me more richer as to lessons of life are concerned. In them, I learned that life can changed suddenly and may caught me flat footed. In them, I’ve learned that even the darkest side of life, cannot change the beauty of one’s heart. Those three children, who sometimes cannot eat three times a day, still able to hold on to what they believe was right. And what a contrast to most of us who are quick to point out to our misfortunes when caught with our mistakes. In them, I’ve learned to hope for things when things seem to go the other way.
Lastly, I know that God cares for them far more than I do. That though He allowed them to experience such a terrible life which our finite minds cannot comprehend, His unquestionable love will surely follow them through.
And in God’s own time they will win.

... the actors in a theater we call "Life"

2006-10-16T21:04:00.000-07:00

At times in life, we look at the world and what is happening on it as an expectator... just watching how the world goes by... then by fate, we are suddenly in the middle of everything... we are hit by the realization that the things we once were watching are happening to us.

Look at the bridge, who are walking on it... I am watching the "real actor" crossing it... and i have just crossed it earlier before i took the picture...

Look at how they are part of the picture... the gloomy sky, the river reflecting the beautiful bridge... the people walking over it... the trees that enhances the beauty of the place... we all are a part of the equilibrium... we all are part of the picture... Our life then matters, though we may look at ourselves as just an unrecognizable dot in this vast world... but then again, a picture would only look great if all the elements or subject are on the right location at the right time... and we could only be great, that is, if we are on the right location at the right time doing what we ought to do...

c",)

Pangimpliyo

2006-10-12T22:18:00.000-07:00

musings... how do you feel walkin on an aisle were your "fondest" memories were created.... he he... no i am not being sarcastic... i know this won't be familiar to a lot of people... but for those who are, they'll know what this meant.

enjoy the scene...

i had read some books re jesuits and one thing that rises up on their writings is about "knowing yourself". feels like the "zero" of your life's journey, and God is the direction to take.

what do we want in a job? what is job fulfilment? is getting a high salary enough? would luxury, convenience, excellent benefits be the answer? or could it be inside ourselves... all the answers that we dream we have is just a state of mind.

i would love to have a pleasant place to stay, warm home, food on the table, entertainment, fulfilling work, recreation, healthy activities, a secure sustenance for every need of my family... can a job give this? knowing what i want would lead me to it...

2006-07-30T20:44:00.000-07:00

Knowing Yourself

2006-07-06T18:18:00.000-07:00

Pagkilala han im kalugaringon, usa ini nga gahum nga magagamit ha bisan ano nga sitwasyon. Pananglitan han aton pagkatawo, kon makilala kita hit aton mga kusog ngan kaluyahan, mahibabaro kita pag-atubang han mga kakurian nga maaram kita kon ano an aton bubuhaton. Magkakamay-ada liwat kita higayon hin pag improve han aton kaluyahan nga mahimo naton nga kusog.

Self-awareness is something that separates us from other creatures. No other creature would self evaluate itself, where s/he is in his/her life's journey. This ability cna make us learn things from experience and do much more than the experience. We could "dream" and plan things with our mind with only ourselves as the limitation. We limit ourselves to things that we think we can't do. To things we haven't tried and to fear embedded in our systems...

Who would dare to risk everything, just to follow a dream that one thinks is the best but has no certainty of achieving it.

Without any blocks to what we would like to do, without any fear of its outcome, what are the things that we would like to do?

Now, why are we not doing it? What is keeping us from doing it?

Panmuhay-puhay

2006-06-28T21:52:00.000-07:00

Wakes up every 5:30 in the morning but gets up at 6AM and prepare for work. This routine happens from Monday to Friday. Mindlessly take a bath goes to work and do nothing when there is no tasks relayed from the US.

How long has this been happening? Ha maiha na nga panahon, pareho ak hin nalutaw nga dire maaram kon hahain ak. Pag-aatubang ko han ak kalugaringon, nasering ak nga'di ma in hi ako nga akon kinikilala han una... Aspects han aton kinabuhi nga han huna-huna ta han una tipakadto kita... yana makakasering ka nga di mangay-an...

Masayon la pagsering han im titser han elementary nga "I want to be a scientist" ngan wara ka sabot han katatawa han imo mga maestra ngan kag-anak... kay nakaka-amuse daw ka. Deri ka maaram kon ano kamakuri han dalan nga karuyag nim agian.

Yana engineer na kuno ak, pero hirayo pa han ak ginhuna-hunaan nga skill nga akon makukuha kon engineer na ak. Pakakakita ko pala nga damo ngay-an it mga fields han ECE... ngan bisan kon nakapili na ak han path... makuri gihap pagkadto. Mayda ko inop nga magin Firmware Engr. pero di ak maaram uunan-on ko pag-change career. Hardware Development engineer kuno ak pero di ak maaram kon kaya ko samtang wara pa naabot nga higayon... tipakain ak? Sering pa nira, di ka ngani maaram kon tipakain ka, it iba it magbubuot para ha im...

boronganon

2005-04-28T19:59:00.000-07:00

boronganon

Glimpses : Something happened in Mindanao motherland
April 28, 2005
Updated 11:38pmam (Mla time)
Jose Ma. Montelibano
INQ7.net

IT WAS an affair whose preparations were deliberately kept muted from undue public attention. There was nothing illegal about it, or anything that could not be exposed to the light of day. If anything, it was clearly the opposite. Once in a while, a beautiful event graces a troubled land. The possibility that jealousy or malice would rear their ugly heads to abort or disturb the beautiful unfolding of a miracle dictated that prudence would define the collective conduct.

April 23 and 24 will live long in the memory of thousands of Filipinos, and a few foreigners, who participated in an unbelievable two-day event launching Gawad Kalinga’s Highway Of Peace in Mindanao. Initiated by Muslim mayors coming mostly from the Autonomous Region in Muslim Mindanao (ARMM), a simultaneous Build event was held in various municipalities and cities last Saturday, from Massim in the province of Sarangani, General Santos City in South Cotabato, Tacurong in Sultan Kudarat, Wao in Lanao Sur, to Kidapawan in North Cotabato, Malabalay in Bukidnon, and a few others. Most important, though, were the Build events in at least three villages in Parang and Barira, municipalities that are part of the famous, or infamous, Camp Abubakar. Building houses in Muslim towns may sound ordinary, except when Muslims, Christians and "lumad" [indigenous people] build together in traditional "bayanihan" [community collaboration] style and in conformity with a common community development program called Gawad Kalinga. While government and separatist forces in Mindanao are engaged, or locked, in conventional peace talks, populations of Muslims, Christians and lumad are taking their fates into their own hands and short circuiting the process by moving forward quietly. They have done so in pursuit not so much of peace but beyond -- that of friendship. As though they had tired of the political bickering, the rigidity of legal parameters, and the stiffness of peace negotiations, mayors of the towns involved, accompanied and supported by their constituents, entered into agreements with Gawad Kalinga and established Gawad Kalinga villages in their areas of responsibility. They had seen the trend-setting initiatives of the towns of Datu Paglas, Butuan and SK Pendatun, whose mayors disregarded protocol and chose to build homes and peaceful communities while others quarreled and debated. The results have been outstanding, so outstanding that other Muslim local government unit (LGU) leaders have been forced to take notice and consider joining as well. Mindanao residents were not alone in their initiatives. Many LGUs in Luzon and the Visayas sent their sympathy and well wishes in solidarity with a common dream of Filipinos living in peace and prosperity with one another. Teams of Gawad Kalinga caretakers from Samar and Leyte found their way to Butuan, then Datu Paglas. National leaders of Gawad Kalinga with volunteers from different Luzon-based Gawad Kalinga villages also trekked to Mindanao and spread themselves to different Muslim Gawad Kalinga sites with spades and hammers. For many Christians, especially those who joined the Build activities in Camp Abubakar and Datu Paglas, it was a historic experience. For decades, they had shuddered at the thought of belligerent Muslims and avoided entering their towns and communities. Then, they suddenly found the courage, and the inspiration, to cross their safety and comfort zones and travel many hours over air and land (as well as sea for those from the Visayas) to show solidarity and friendship with their Muslim and lumad brothers. In one particular area in Camp Abubakar, within walking distance from the house and headquarters of the late chief of the Moro Islamic Liberation Front, Hashim Salamat, there is the solitary structure of a bullet-ridden mosque. Around that mosque, a new Gawad Kalinga village is rising, the site developed by an engineering brigade of the Armed Forces of the Philippines, built jointly by Christians and Muslims. Gawad Kalinga teams from Samar and Leyte mixed cement and raised hollow blocks. It was a great experience for them, and not any less great for the Muslim families who would be living in those houses. Camp Abubakar symbolizes the fierceness and pride of Muslims; it also symbolizes the crassness of an Armed Forces commander-in-chief who ate "lechon" [roasted pig] and drank beer there. He thought he was insulting a defeated enemy. He did not realize, probably because he was not capable of doing so, that he was insulting a culture more refined and accomplished than him. The bombardment of Camp Abubakar caused whole populations to desert their villages. Now, their progressive mayor, Alex Tomawis, is wooing them to return and rebuild their lives through the reconstruction methods of Gawad Kalinga. The next day, Sunday, April 24, more than 300 vehicles coming from different points in Mindanao made their way through hundreds of kilometers to converge in Datu Paglas, the first Muslim Gawad Kalinga town that now hosts four Gawad Kalinga villages with 250 houses. The biggest Gawad Kalinga village is near a highway where more than 20 Christians, passengers of a bus that was stopped by Muslim rebels, were massacred. Now, the same highway looks at a Gawad Kalinga community daily, a community where the Muslim majority lives in friendship with a few Christian neighbors. Miracles are hard to come by in normal life, but Gawad Kalinga does not operate in normalcy. The only thing that is normal in Gawad Kalinga is that its volunteers are ordinary Filipinos. But their cause drives them to become extraordinary, to become generous and heroic in pursuit of their faith and patriotism. Their noble work has inspired many more Filipinos from all walks of life, from business magnates to university presidents, to become extraordinary as well. The Gawad Kalinga Build in several Muslim towns, the Grand Caravan and Gawad Kalinga Rally at Datu Paglas are the seeds of giant trees that will rise strong and proud in a new Mindanao. Peace is attained by building homes and communities, by building friendships with one another. April 23 and 24 will always be historic days, the first unified effort by civilians to take destiny in their own hands and paint it rainbow colors, the colors of hope.

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