Carry Me to Boracay

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Carry Me to Boracay

While there are 7,102 islands in the Philippines, it may be difficult to find reasons to visit Boracay again. Yet with the recent rehabilitation efforts made, it is worth a try. So to get the maximum benefit of my money and other resources, I thought of bringing my carry me bike sd.

Packing my carry me bike sd as a check in laguage is no hassle. With the help of cling wrap, I simply surround it with re-used styropore and wrapped it with a re-cycled cardboard. I however made the rolling wheels protuding for easy transport while not yet in-use. For safety reason however, I deflated the wheels so it won’t burst like the released ballons to the sky.

Rolling carry me bike is an eye catcher. Hidden inside a recycled cardboard tightened by a clingwrap with a protuding rolling wheels makes heads turn at the mystery of the package inside. Transit is also no problem, given the wheels and its light weight I have no problems asking from the travel agent or boatman to help me load my bike.

Keeping my carry me bike in the hotel room is no space consuming even when unfolded. Folded, it can be parked at the corner or under a table or bed. Unfolded, it can be parked beside a wall, bed and even under the bed.

Carry me around Boracay, is a small but terrific experience. It’s portability gives me the confidence that if something goes wrong it is easy to load it into a tricycle and bring it to the vulcanizing shop. And that is what I just did to have my bike inflated again and put the exterior to the right places. That trip to the vulcanizing shop brought me to inner street and meet some locals. From that vulcanizing shop my carry me to Boracay adventure begins.

Carry me to Boracay: Bulabog Beach

Flu and getting lost is no hindrance to me in exploring Boracay. Kicking the pedal from the bridge beside the vulcanizing shop at Laguna de Boracay is a clueless jouney of where my carry me bike will take me. Finally, I reached Balabag lake and knew I am already near the hotel where am staying. But the nice asphalted parallel street had me taking it wrongly as the main road and so I got lost. Yet by fate of goodness, led me to discover Bulabog Beach.

Bulabog beach is a first time experience for me. I checked some reviews on line and so I learned that it is the kite surfing area of Boracay. I took a respite to take some photos of my carry me bike at the waiting shed that was newly made by the government. Then I headed to the shore to have a photo of my carry me bike at the foreground of kite surfer.

Bulabog beach due to abundant of grass sea weed is not a swimming destination, rather it is the kite surfer’s paradise because it is nestled on the windy part of Boracay. Looking back at location map I realized that am very near my hotel, so I decided to bike further.





Carry me to the Floating Board Walk

Map My Ride log of my route

Biking further along the coast of Bulabog beach is an exciting sight of blue board walk. After receiving a permission from the security guard, I hit the pedal with great enthusiasm. The cruise on the lego-like blocks, is a new exhillirating bumpy ride on floating blue ribbon-like board walk that undulates with the wave. Soon I reached the edge and stopped to let the wonderful “vitamin sea” sink into my very core hoping that it will kick my flu away. I cannot resist to take photo of such a wonderful novelty of a sight and biking feel. Then, I decided to call it a day.

On my way back to my hotel, there are a few mountain bikers on the opposite direction who flashed a smile upon seeing my bike.

Carry Me to Puka Beach

The following day, my carry me bike hit the road to a more challenging destination: Puka Beach. It was a 4.1 km ride onto a hilly terrain with a few muddy, bumpy and floody part due to some excavation going on. I had a few stops along the way to rest for a few moment and mark my journey in google map. Owing to the small size of a wheel, with few stops to rest and take photos, it took me two hours of biking to finally reached Puka Beach.

Puka Shell Beach is the north tip of Boracay Island. After few snap shots of my carry me bike, I took time to swim near small local kids, while other tourists are pedal surfing, kayaking and having a pre nuptial photo shoot (in my 3 hours of stay there, I witnessed around 2 pre-nuptials photo sessions). It’s name is due to crushed Puka Shells found in it’s sand. At 3pm, I decided to go home before the sky gets dark. The way home is far more difficult climb. There was a sharp turn ascent that made me go down the bike to walk with my bike. Yet after which is relief of slight descent. I arrived the hotel tired but beaming with pride because I came, I Carry Me, I conqured. 😉

Map My Ride with Elevation Record
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Depression: How I Got Out

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I have been wanting to share my experience as a survivor of depression but nothing could really set my fingers to start working with these keypads.

Then few weeks ago, following the development of my niece’s pageant, a question was asked from her: how would you help a person experiencing depression? Her answer was quick and short: A person suffering depression needs someone to listen, and I am willing to listen and give some advice to a person suffering from depression. Immediately after a lively exchage of opinions roused among her sibblings, uncles and aunt. Someone said she gave a wrong answer, someone said she gave the right answer, her uncle said she should have read articles on Anthony Bourdain and Kate Spade where it said that seeking a professional help is advised. Me on the otherhand regrets the fact that I fail to prepare my niece on that topic. Through my first hand experience, she could have nailed the Q&A. While my niece and her uncle is right, I still find the answers weak in some point. Here’s why:

1) While having listened to at first is part of the solution, it is not always therapeutic. I find being listened to very helpful only for confirmatory diagnosis. But my depression apart from due to burnt out is also due to some kind of addiction in remembering or relishing hurts and pain. Something similar to a grieving person, where relishing memories of the departed beloved brings the pain of loss. Yet, these repetative speaking of my pain makes me relive my hurts, and consequently increasing the stress hormone thereby aggravating depression. Listening therefore has it’s limit. So I decided to cut this seeking to be listened to and sought for other options.

2) Advice. This is the hard part on people who want to help because in my case, advices becomes a painful experience, since as a depressed person I associate it with a reprimand or rejection of my way of doing things. When I was suffering from depression, I would rather hear positive encouring words and inspiration.

3) Psychiatric help. It helped me a lot in identifying my state of depression but the rest becomes an annoying repetative, “on and off” cycle of talk teraphy. Again, because talking much about my pain only

agravates the situation. Although I am not saying they are useless, what am saying is at this point of time, the science of psychology has not yet fully grasp what works and does not work for every depressed person.

So what helped me get out of being depressed?

I got out through physical activity or exercise particularly biking. Why? Because biking is an exercise that recharged my already depleated happy hormone. Moreover, through sweating it out and good breathing, the production of stress hormone was put to a halt. So everytime am asked how I got out of depression, I answer by finding the physical excercise that I enjoy. Thanks to bicycle 😊

Dead Bury the Dead

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“Lord let me first go and bury my father. But Jesus said to him, let the dead Bury their dead, but do thou go and proclaim the kingdom of God. ” (Lk9:59-60)

This passage took on a new meaning to me when someone close to me who is on a path to change got into trouble. His was already a path toward a financially responsible and respectable lifestyle… but, due to some sort of pride went to see his old friends who remains to be an irresponsible drunkards to boast about his success. After few repeated meetings, he once again fell into drunkenness, lost his mind one night and verbally harassed a lady via private mail. Now, he cannot go back to the town of his birth for fear of being in prison.

Change or conversion if sincerely sought must “let the dead bury the dead. ” Now to me that means, do not go back to your friends who were a living dead. Who are living dead? Those who are alive but are actually wasting their time here on earth in drugs/alcohol/gambling and other form of vices. They are those who are slowly killing themselves and those around them. When we leave them to change our life for the better the old self is dead and left in the memory of those friends who are living dead. To say “Let me go back to bury my father” could be taken figuratively as let me go back to the old environment, the ones I call my home, the one that taught me all these vices. There is no need to go back to them, because if you want remove something in your life (bad habits) you have to do it cold turkey (Bo Sanchez). So, when it comes to bad company that made you who you are, let go. To do otherwise is to put oneself in the danger of losing ones life again. Why? The power of the subconscious that has been deeply rooted in the past. It is too difficult to resist. St. Josemaria once said when it comes to temptation “be brave as to flee.” Bad company is a strong temptation, hence is apt to say let go and let those living dead bury the dead.

Human Resources the Most Important

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Human Resources the Most Important

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One of the questions I need to answer in my Comprehensive Exam for Masters in Management is something like this: ” How can you explain to the business leaders that the most important resource are human resources.” Among all the questions asked this is the one that gave me so much delight. &sp; I answered with great pleasure not in technical ways but through two stories:

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Teacher Retention: Value

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Today, I decided to pick up this status of Francis Kong via fb because his phrase is somewhat related to what I read from Bo Sanchez (which hopefully I can insert here….am quute new with Samsung yet…hmmm)

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(…got it! Success!!!)…  From these two, I seemed to find help in developing my reqired Business plan paper for my Masteral.  Among private schools, low retention rate of teachers is a well known phenomenon due to greener pastures in public schools.  Yet, we cannot neglect a fact that strong faculty retention gives positive impact on stability of school and continuity to child learning.  Knowing what money represent could be a good starting point in finding solutions.  I believe many teachers uphold certain value more than money.  If they see that there is more to gain in value than what they receive monetarily they will find reason to stay.  I remember back in 90’s there is this auditing firm who pays very low on entry level persinnel yet accounting graduates seek to work and stay for a considerable years because they have good training exposure with them.   This is something that perhaps school administrators could look into… to seek to make their teacher more valuable each year so that they may have reasons to stay.