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Naniniwala ka ba sa pagbibilang ng siyam na butuin sa loob ng siyam na araw. Kung ako ang tatanungin mo, hindi naman talaga ako yung tipo ng tao na mabilis mapapaniwala sa mga ganitong klase ng kasabihan o pamahiin. Ngunit sa tuwing nakikita mo ang kanilang pagningning sa iyong mg mata, sa tuwing magliliwanaag sila sa dilim, at sa mga ilaw nilang nakakamangha. Wala ka ng iba pang magagawa kundi sundin ang ipinapahayag ng iyong curiosidad. Alam kong pwede itong hindi ito totoo at maari ring hindi magkatotoo. Sa mata ng iba, isa lang itong malaking kalokohan. Ginawa ko ito bilang pagsubok lamang. Katulad nga. Sinasabi ng karamihan, wala namang mawawala at hindi naman ito masama lalo na kung ang kapalit ng iyong pagbibilang ay ang katuparan ng iyong kahilingan. hindi natin alam, wala ni isa satin ay nakakaalam kung nasa mga butuin pala talaga ang kapalaran ng bawat isa sa ating lahat. Hindi naman ako umaasa sadyang hindi lang ako nawawalan ng pag-asa. Ika-siyam na gabi ko ngayon sa pagbibilang ngunit hanggang ngayon hindi ko pa alam kung ano ang aking hihilingin. Hindi ko rin alam kung talagang matutupad ba ang lahat ng ito. Ako nga pala si Carl David Opiña,maari niyo ako tawagin sa pangalang Dave Ilabing dalawang taong gulang na ako.. Nag aaral ako sa eskwelahang Doominican College of Sta Rosa. Isa akong hamak at misteryosong estudyante. Walang gustong makipagkilala. Walang gustong makipagkaibigan bukod sa babaeng nagngangalang Joanne Ausena, o mas sanay kung siya ay tawaging Joanne. Siya lang ang bukod tanging nakakaalam ng nga sikreto ko sa buhay. Ang taong nakakaintindi sa akin mula ng pumasok ako sa paaralang ito. Magkapareho kami ng hilig sa mga bagay bagay kung kaya't siguro ay nagkakasundo kami. Sa lahat ng sikreto kong nalalaman niya mayroon pa rin siyang hindi dapat malaman tugkol sa tunay na pagkatao ko. Lakbay aral namin kinabukasan ng umaga. Panigurado ako na hindi lang ako ang natutuwa kundi pati na rin ang aking mga kaklase't kamag-aral. Masaya ako dahil madami kaming mapupuntahan. Marami rami din ang aming madidiskubreng bagong lugar. Wala naman akong ibang dapat gawin kundi ang magprepara para bukas at iennjoy ang aming paglalakbay dahil ito lang naman ang solusyon para masulit ko ang araw na iyon. Ngunit hindi ibig sabihin na kami ay maglalakbay aral ay nangangahulugan na hindi ko na iintindihin at pangangahalagahan ang aking mga kaalaman na nakalap sa lugar na iyon. Hindi imposible na magbigay ang aming guro ng aktibidades tungkol dito. At higit sa lahat ay ang pagiingat at pananalig sa diyos.. Ito ang lagi nating dapat baon. Hindi lang sa ganitong pangyayari, kundi sa pangaraw araw na nangyayari sa ating buhay. Maaring masaya nga ako ngunit hindi naman pa ako nasasabik at naeengganyo par abukas sa hindi ko mawaring kadahilanan. Nababalot ng takot at kaba ang isipan ko. Ngunit iba ang idinidikta ng puso ko.. May mga tao lang na ayaw akong pakisamahan dahil sila rin mismo ay hindi marunong makisama sa ibang taong nakakasalamuha nila. Sabihin niyo ng duwag ang isang katulad ko ngunit sila yung tipo ng tao na gugulo sa buhay mo at hindi ka titigilan hanggang sa huling pag apak ng mga paa mo sa lupa. Sa tuwing naiisip ko sila ay patuloy akong natatakot sa susunod na pwedeng mangyari sa akin. Hindi lang sila isa, dalawa, tatlo o apat, marami sila. Napakarami. Gusto kong takasan ang bawat pangyayaring ito ngunit hindi ko magawa. Sadyang nahihirapan lang ako sa ganitong klase ng situwasyon. Alam ko mahirap intindihin pero dadating din ang tamang oras para malaman niyong lahat ang totoong storya sa likod ng bawat sinasabi ko. Napapagod na ako. Iba ang inaasahan ko sa eskwelahang ito. Hindi ko alam kung hanggang kailan ako dapat magtiis. Hindi ko alam kung ano ang dapat kong gawin. Ilang buwan pa lang ang lumilipas pero nararamdaman ko na kaagad kung ano ang pinagdadaanan ng ibang estudyanteng pumapasik dito. Ang mga taong walang kinakatakutan, ang mga taong walang kinakawaan. Hindi ko na ata ito kaya.Sila na ata ang taong hindi na mapapatawad pa ng kahit sino . Sumusobra na sila. Hindi ba nila alam ang salitang abuso. Tumayo ako mula sa pagkakaupo ko sa akin kama. kinuha ko ang isang lukot na papel sa isang lamesa na katabi ng aking kama atyaka sumilip sa aming maliit na bintana at nagsimula nang bumilang ng mga butuin na nagniningning sa aking mga mata. Huling gabi ko na ngayon kaya dapat maging sigurado ako sa akingg gagawin. Isa, dalawa, tatlo, apat, lima, anim, pito, walo, siyam. Itinuro ko ang mga pinakamalalaking butuin. Ipinikit ko ang aking mga mata at hiniling ko na kung ano ang dapat. Hawak hawak ko parin ang lukot na papel na kanikani langg ay aking kinuha. Minulat ko ang aking mata ng nakangiti ngunit may namumuong galit sa aking isipan. Naramdaman ko ang tagumpay ng natapos ko ang ikasiyam na gabing ito. Umaasa pa rin ako na ang lahat ng ito ay may pag asang magkatotoo ito. Muli akong humiga para makatulog ng maaga ng sa ganoon ay maaga rin akong makagising bukas. Dapat akong magpahinga at mag prepara para bukas. Ipinikit ko ang aking mga mata ngunit bago iyon, ako ay nagdasal muna, atyaka tuluyan ng binalutan ng kumot ang aking katawan. Tahimik ang gabi at tangingg mga butuin at ang buwan lamang ang nagbibigay lieanag sa dilim. KINABUKASAN Ngayon na. Ngayon na ang araw na pinakahinihintay ng lahat. Kung saan sila ay nagagalak at maligayang nagiintay ng oras upang makapunta sa aming destinasyon. Ngayon ang araw ng aming lakbay aral papunta sa subic, ocean adventure. Marami siguro namamangha at naeengganyo ngunit ibahin niyo ako. Hindi ako ineteresado sa ganitong klase ng mga bagay. Oo, nakakaramdam ako ng tuwa pero hindi ako yung klase na halos hindi na makatulog sa sobrang pagkagalak. Nanaginip pa naman ako. Isang napakasamang panaginip. Masama ang kutob ko. Nararamdman kog hindi maganda ang mangyayari. Paano kung ang isang panaginip ay mapunta bilang isang realidad. Paano kung ang bawat imahinasyon mo ay magin isang totoong pangyayari. Kinikilabutan ako. Ang ikinakatakot ko ay ano nalang ang mangyayari kun pg ang lahat nga ng sinasabi ko ay tama. Alas dos pa lang ng madaling araw ay gising na ako. Hindi ko alam kung bakit ngunit nakaramdam ang katawan ko ng isang hanging dumaan kung kayat nagising ang aking diwa. Agad akong bumangon para magkaroon ng kaunting ehersisyo. Dumiretso na ako sa banyo para magsipilyo at maligo. Hindi na ako kumain ng almusal dahil nakagawian ko na iyon. Wala akon gana tuwing kakain ako ng umaga lalo na tuwing bagong gising. Hindi sanay ang aki tiyana sa ganoon. Naliligo ako ngayon habang ang aking nanay ay naghahanda at nagpeprepara para sa aming dadalhin. Naisipan namin na wag nalang magbaon ng pagkain at doon nalang kumain sa destinasyon kung saan kami pupunta. Panigurado naman ako mayrrong maaring kainan doon. Pinalalahanan ko ang aking nanay na dalhin ang mga importanteng bagay na daoat ay bit bit naman hanggang pagpunta roon. Katulad nalang ng isa pang damit, at iba pa. Pagkatapos kong maligo ay agad na akong nagbihis ng aking susuotin. Mayroon kaming tinatawag na batch t shirt kada isang baitang ng sa ganoon ay makilala ang bawat isa sa aming lahat. At para na rin makilala kami bilang isang estudyante sa ika pitong baitang. Samantala ang pangibaban namin ay ang aming pe jogging pants. Mabilis akong nag ayos at umalis na kami ng aking nanay papuntang aming eskwelahan dahil sa pagkakaalam ko, doon ang aming tagpuan para makasakay sa aming bus. Pagkatingin ko sa aking relo ay napagalaman kong huli na ako sa oras ng aming assembly at mukhang malelate din kami sa aming oras ng pag alis.. Buti nalang ay na kausap ng aking nanay ang amin guro na hintayin lang kami ng saglit at nasa kalagitnaan na rin naman kami. Pagmamaneho. Habang palapit kami ng palapit sa amingg pupuntahan o sa aking eskwelahan ay pabilis din ng pabilis ang tibok ng puso ko. Dapat ba akon huwag na lang sumama? Dapat ba ako g. Umatras na lang. Pero pano ko malalaman kung hindi ko susubukan. Dapat akong makasiguro. Kailangan ko itong gawin. Handa akon magsakripisyo mapanindigan ko lang ang mga salitang binitwan ko. Nandito na ako at wala ng oras pa para bumalik pa ako sa simula ng lahat ng ito. Pagkarating na pagkarating namin sa aki eskwelahan ay agad ipinarada ng aji nanay ang aming sa sasakyan kung saan maluwag ang espacyo. Agad kaming bumaba at dali dalingg sumakay ng bus. Alam ko naman na kami nalang ang hinihintay at aalis ito. Pagkaakyat na pagkaakyat ko palang ay nakita ko na kaagad ang mga mata tila napako sa pagtingin sa akin. Tila mga nanlilisik ang mga ito at parang wala silang balak alisin ang mga matatalas nilang tiin sa aking mga mata. Hindi ko na ito pinansin. Pilit ko itongg iniwasan. Mabilis akong tumabi sa upuan namin dalawa ni joanne. Ako ang nasa window seat samantala Ng aking nanay ay nasa tapat ko sa madaling salita, siya ay nasa aking unahan. Malamig at tila tahimik ang nangingibabaw sa apat na sulok ng bus namin. Nagulat nalang kami ng biglang nagsalita ang mga taong kinakatakutan ko. Kasabay nito ay ang paghihintay ng pag alis ng aming bus. At tama nga ang aming pagaakala, biglaan ang pagtakbo nito kasabay ang isang maingay na tunog na sinamahan pa ng ingay ng ibang tao sa loob Hindi ito pwede, hindi iyo maaring mangyari, ang bawat iniisip ko unti unting nangyayari, detalyado bawat sandali, bawat pagikot ng orasan, bawat segundo, parehong pareho ng aking inaakala. Kailangan kong gumawa ng paraan. Kailangan kong makahanap ng isang napakamabisang paraan bago pa pa mahuli ang lahat. May oras pa ako para tapusin ang lahat ng ito. Gagawin ko ang lahat sa abot ng akig makakaya. Masaya ang lahat na naglalakbay. Kasalukuyan akong kinakausap ng aking matalik na kaibigan na si joanne. Sa pagkakaalala ko, kaarawan ngayon ng aming kaklaseng si Jed. Pag nga naman natapatan ng pagkakataon, sa mismon kaarawan nuya pa magaganap ang isang pangyayari. Isang hindi inaasahang pangyayari. Isa siya sa pinaka tahimik sa amin ngunit sa kabila ng kanyang maamong mukha ay may naitatagong maitim na imahe na hindi mi maaring ipakiwanag. Sa pagkekwentuhan namin ni joanne, hindi ko namalayan na lumipas na pala ang dalawang oras simula nung amin pag alis sa amin eskwelahan. Napakabilis ng oras kung kaya naman napakabilis din ng mga sunod aunod na pangyayari. Sumakay na rin ang aming tour guide, na nagngangalang Ed. Matangkad, maitim, at higit sa lahat matalino. Madami siyang tinuturo sa aming lugar kung saan ipanapaliwanag niya rin kung ano ito. Hindi ako mahilig makinig sa mga ganyang klase ng usapan pero hindi ko alam kung bakit bigla niya nalang nakuha ang atensyon ko. Laking pagtataka ko nang biglang prumeno ang aking sasakyan ng napakalakas. Ang ibang nakatayp ay mabilis natumba sa sahig, at ang malala pa napuruhan sa pagtumba ang aming tour guide. Agad siyaninalalayan ng guro namin sa unahan at agad siyang ipinaupo muna. Madami ang naumpog at nahilo sa kanilang pagkakaupo dahil dito. Hindi ko alam kung bakit pero bigla nalang akong napangiti sa hindi ko malamang kadahilanan. Laking pagtataka ng ibang taong nakatinin sa akin lalo na ang aking kayabing kaibigan na si joanne. Madming nagulat sa pangyayari pero hindi nagtagal lumipas din ito, ngunit hindi ito pinalampas ng mga estudyanteng nasa likuran dahil siguro sa kanilang kyuriosidad. Agad nila itong tinanong sabay pag tayo nila. Nagsitiinginan kaming lahat na nasa unahan para makita kung sino ang nagbalak para magtanon kung ano ang nangyari. Bumungad sa akin ang nagtatakang mukha ng amng kaklase na si loraine. Pero bago niya pa maitanong ang kanyang tanong ay inunahan na siya ng aking nanay para dito. Tinanong niyo kun ayos lang ba ako. Hindi na ko sumagot imbis thmango nalamang ako ngunit bakas sa kanyang mukha ang pagaaalala. Tinanong ni loraine kung may problema bang naganap nungit nanlaki anmga mata naming lahat ng marinig ang sagot ng aming driver, tila may sasakyan daw na tumigil sa aming harapan na dapat ay patawid sa kabila. Lakig pagtataka namin ngunit wala naman sasakyan ang kasulukayang nakatigil dito at isa pa, hindi pwedeng tumawid ang isang sasakyan sa lugar na ito, sa edsa, pa kabila. Litong lito ang lahat. Malapit na rin naman lumipas ang pagmamadaling araw kayat maliwanag na run ngunit hindi ko maipalaiwanag ang ekspresyon ng aming driver na parang toto talaga ang bawat na kanyang sinasabi. Hindi parin kapani paniwala. Ngunit hindi naman kami pepreno ng ganoong kalalas lalo na kung wala rin naman itong patutunguhan. Nang mapagalaman na ng aming guro na ayos ang lahat at wala namang ganoong nasaktan ay dumiretso na kami kahit lahat ngayon sa paligid ko ay kinakabahan sa susunod pang mga mangyayari. Hindi pa rin makatayo ang aming tour guide sa sakit ng katawan at dinanas niya kayat pinki muna niyang umupo nalang at magpahinga ngunit hindi naman natigil ang pagbibigay ng kanyang kaalaman sa bawat nadadaanan namin kahit nakaupo lamang siya. Hindi kami kumportable sa ganitong lagay. Pilit kaming pinapakalma pero di parin namin maiwasan ang pagaalala. Mahirap pilitin ang isang bagay lalo na kung ang pagpilit dito ay wala namang patutunguhan. Simula pa lang ito ngunit hindi na namin kinakaya. Alam ko sa sarili ko na marami pa ang kasunod na posibleng mangyari. Lumalakas ang ulan. Natatakpan ng mga patak nito ang aking makintab na bintana kanina ngunit ngayon ay basa na. Gayunman may kakayahan pa rin ako para makita ang mga lugar na nadadaanan namin. Ngunit sa lahat ng mga magagandang lugar na nadaanan namin isa lang ang kumuha ng atensyon ko. Ang isang sementeryo sa aking kaliwang bahagi. Mapuno ngunit malawak. At ang pinaka umagaw ng atensyon ko ay ang bilang ng puntod na naandito. Sinubukan ko itong bilangin kahit malabo na ang akin bintana sa lakas ng ulan. Isa, dalawa, tatlo, apat, lima, anim, pito, walo, at........napakunot na lamang ang akin noo at napatakip ng bibig sa aking huling pagbibilang. Siyam?? Siyam na puntod lamang ang naandirito. Hindi ako nagkakamali. Sa lawak ng sementeryong ito, nakakapagtaka kung bakit siyam lamang ang lutod na naandito. Siyam? Hindi! Hindi! Ito maari. Nawala ang tingin ng aking mga mata rito ng biglang nagsalita ang aming tour guide sa isang mahinahaon na boses. Napatingin na lang ako dito kaagad ng nakakunot parin ang aking noo. Inutusan niya kamingg tuminin sa aming kaliwang bahagi para daw makita namin ang isang napakagandang lugar dito. Ano ang ibug niyang sabihin?? Dahan dahan akong tumiin dito at laking pagkagulat ko na ang mga nakikita ko nalamang ay mga naglalakihang puno na may napakaramihg bunga. Pero? Hinananp ko kung nasaan ang mga puntod na nakita ko kanina. Ngunit nabigo ako at wala naman talaga nito. Ngunit hindi ako nagkakamali, isang sementeryo ang nadaanan namin. Iba na talaga ang kutob ko, una ang sasakyan, pangalawa ang sementeryo na may,, siyam? Na... Puntod? Nakarinig ako ng isang malalim na paghinga mula sa aking likuran at nakito ko ang mukha ng aking kaklase na si isaac na gulat na gulat di. Na parang sa akin. At tila may hinahanap din sa kanyang bintana. Ibig sabihin ba nito na hindi lang ako ang nagiisa sa bus na ito. Ibig sabihin ba niyo na... Nakita niya rin? Naguguluhan na ako. Gulong gulo na utak ko. Ano ba kailangan kog gawin. Ngayon pa lang nagsisisi na ako. Ayoko na. Hindi ko namalayan na patigil pala kami sa isang gasolinahan para mag pa gas. Siguro stop over narin ito para sa aming lahat. Pinababa na yung iba para dun sa mga gusto munang pumuta sa comfort room. Bumababa muna ang aking katabi na si joanne na kasalungat ko naman. Naghintay lang ako sa loob ng bus. At wala akong gana para bumababa pa. Isa pa. Wala naman pa akong iba pang dapat gawin. Nagpaalama siya st sinubukan niya akong niyaya pero hindi rin nuya naman akong napilit. Alam ko babalik rin naman siya agad sa ilang saglit lamang. Bumababa rin ang aking nanay para bumili ng aming inumin. Hindi ko kaagad na isip na ako nalang pala ang mag isa sa loob. Nakaramdam ako ng panlalamig at hindi kumportableng pakiramdam. Hindi ko na ito pinansin at pinalampas na laman ngunit paulit ulit lag akong niyayakap ng isang napakalamkg na hangin. At hanggang ngayon hindi ko pa rin alam kung ano ito. Napayakap na lamang ako sa aking sarili dahil wala rin naman na akong magagwa para dito. Hindi naman ko naman pwedeng paulit ulit ibaon ang sarili ko sa takot. Nag pretensya nalang ako na wala akong ibang naramdaman na masama para wala na ring iba pang kadamay sa mga pangayayaring ito. Ilang minuto lan ang lumipas ay nakabalik na ang lahat. Pumasok na rin ang aming tour guide na punilit makapaglakad at ang aming driver na sa aming tour guide. Nagsiupuan na ang lahat sa kanikanilang upuan. Tumani na muli sa akin si joanne na may dalang mga pagkain na pwede naming kainin ngayon. Nakaupo na rin ang aking nanay, ibinigay niya na rin sa akin ang aking inumin at agad na rin humarap. Binuksan ni joanne ang pagkain at sa ilang sandali ay kumain muna kami. Psgkaupo ng driver sa driver's seat ay agad niyang pinatakbo ang sasakyan ngunit hindi paabante kundi paatras. Dahil hindi kami maaring magkasya sa isang maliit na espasyo. Bakit ganoon? Parang bumalik na sa normal ulit ang lahat pero mabuti naman kung ganoon. Untinunti kami umatras ngunit pagkaupo ng pagkaupo ng lahat ay agad itong bumilis. Nagulat nalang kaming lahat ng may malakas na tunog ang parang bumannga sa amin, nung una hindi namin ito pinansin pero nung pangalawang bese na, ay agag na kamig curious tungkol doon. Parang mayroong isang malaking bato na nakaharang dito. Napatingin nalang kamig lahat sa aming likuran ng biglang may mga malalaks na sigaw ang narinig namin. Agad kaming bumaba at hindi ko nakaya ang aking nakita.. Ss-i scheneil , nabangga, patay na siya, duguan at halatang nasagasaan. Kinalibutan ako at agad tinakpan ang aking mga mata. Hindi ko kaya ang aking mga nakikita. Pinagtinginan kami. At ng iba pang mga tao. Agad dumatin ang isang ambulansya. Dumating na rin ang napakadaming pukisya. Agad pinatong ang patay na katawan ng aming kaklase sa isang higaan at pinasok agad sa ambulansya. Nagimbistiga ang pulis sa oagkamatay ng aming kaklase dahil napakaimposible lahat ng nangyari. Sa hindi inaasahang pagkakataon kailanagan isama ng mga pulis ang aming driver dahil kaialangan daw imbistigigahan siya sa prisinto. Napakalaking problema. Tumawag ang aming guro ng panibagog driver habang naiiyak sa pangyayari. Hindi pa ein ako makapaniwala. Ang mga inosente kong mata ngayon ay nabuksan na. Ilang minuto na ang lumilipas at sa wakas dumating na rin ang aming driver. Agad kaming pinapasok sa loob ng aming bus. Peoblemado pa rin ang lahat sa mga nangyayari pero ibahin niyo si isaac. Walang ekspresyon amg mukha nuya st tila alam niya bawat pangyayari. At ang mga susunod pang mangyayari. Nakakaba na. Siya si isaac, ang pinakamatalik na kaibigan ni jed, mayroon kaming pagkakatulad ngunit hindi sa lahat ng bagay. May bukod tangi kaming pinagkaiba. Ang curiosidad. Hindi ko alam ngunit parang alm niya ang lahat, ni parang wala na siyang dapat imbestigahan pa. Minsan maraming nawiwirduhan sa kanya ngunit wala siyang pakialam sa sasabihin ng iba. Pero ngayon mukhang naiintundihan ko na siya, nakaupo na ang laaht sa loob, may mga luhang namumuo sa mata ng mga kaibigan ng namayapang si scheneil. Ang iba naman ay mas nakakaramdam ng galit sa nangyari. Samantala ako, tulala pa rin at hindi alam ang aking gagawin. Nagulat nalang ako ng bigla ulit tumabai sa akin si joanne. At ng magsalita na ang isa mga guro namin hindi ko kinaya ang kanyang sinabi. Madami ang nag react at nagulat. Madaming gumawa ng mga kilos na hindi dapat nangyayari ngayon. Itutuloy pa rin namin ang aming paglalakbay. Ano? Hindi ko alam kung ano magiging reaksyon pero hanggang ngayon umiikot pa rin sa utak ko ang mga katabang iyon, itutuloy namin ang fieldtrip. At pagkatapos man lang non ay hindi na nila kami inintindi at muli ng umupo. Pinakalma kami nila ng saglit at ipanilawanag ang nangyari ngunit hindi iyon sapat. Madami pang mas lunakas ang

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While still in the grade school, his mother used to tell him to be a priest, to dignify and ameliorate their state of life; but the father would vehemently counter, no, he should be a lawyer. As always during the eve of the fiesta, Celedonio G. Aguilar earnestly desire to watch the parade with deep interest and enthusiasm especially when the platoon of soldiers march by and roiled in his mind the well-mannered discipline and dignity of mien of the soldiers, that someday, he thought and figured himself to be one of them. So when he enrolled at the Albay High School, after his academic classes, posthaste he would scurry out to his custodial concern, joined the formation of the preparatory military training activities. Through the years he rose from the ranks to become battalion commander. It was October, during his senior year in school that he hide down to the military camp to take the Philippine Military Academy Examination, but the Japanese Imperial forces landed at legazpi on December 14, 1941 thus throwing his ambition to be a soldier to the winds. However during the Japanese occupation, he joined the guerilla movement (NOMETA) Noli Me Tangere Guerilla as 2nd Lieutenant. He was enraptured with much interest when the American Force landed at legazpi on april 1, 1945. And NOMETA unit became 1st. Battalion of Sandico’s 52nd Division Guerilla Unit was re – entrenched to a company and merge to first Regiment Bicol Brigade that include him in the activated regular force of the Philippine Army as First class Private. Utterly disgusted he resigned from the army and applied to teach in the District of camalig as a substitute teacher. After a year of teaching, he became a temporary teacher and was appointed head teacher at Del Rosario Public School. Three years after classroom work, he resigned to pursue a degree in education and Graduated in 1951 at the National University, Manila. He first taught at Libon Private High School, after a year, transferred to St. John’s Academy in Camalig where his former student, Mrs. Minda Grageda Muñoz in their St. John’s Academy Golden Anniversary Souvenir booklet, In Retrospect elucidated; “Mr. Aguilar is a tall respectable man, eloquent and dedicated English instructor. We were all eyes and ears for him when he’s in front of the class, listening intently and spellbound to his interesting lecture. He was forthright and his dignified stature demanded respect.” In the same booklet, Reminiscing Our High School days with our Mentors, Mrs. Josefina Nuas Ramos averred, “Mr. Aguilar was our English teacher. He spoke English fluently. He developed our interest in reading literature and novels. He is a writer. Some of his books are: Shaken Shadows, Time and Sunken Sun, This Season and Night, Pink Sun and Neutral Dust, Readings in Philippine Literature, Speaking and Writing English, Critiques on Poetry, Understanding Poetry through imagery, Thesis Writing Made Easy, Functional Research Techniques, Dimensions in Reading, and Before the Tide Sets In.” Then the Civil Sevice Commission, in a letter, ordered him to report to Marcial O. Rañola Memorial School to teach English, non – compliance will be tantamount to scrapping out his civil service eligibility. Banners in The Quill, student publication of Marcial O. Rañola Memorial School, that new teacher added to MORMS Teaching Force,”one of them was MR. Aguilar of Camalig, Albay who had his first feel of teaching in 1945 when he accepted a teaching position in a barrio elementary school in the District of Camalig. But three years teaching in the elementary, resigned to enroll at National University, where in 1951 obtained his Bachelor of Science degree in Educational major in English and minor in history. He taught for five years at St. John’s Academy. During summer enrolled at U.P. for masteral degree.” He enjoyed immensely his secondary teaching adventure. Especially his literature teaching which spurred in him for more writing for publication in the national magazines: This Week Magazine, Free Press, Sunday Times Magazine, Graphic, Solidarity, etc. Through the suggestion of Bienvenido N. Santos, he organized Albay Writers with membership officials as: Dr. Rodrigo Salazar, Valdemar Olaguer, Jose Ravalo, Vic O. Ballesfin, and 15 other budding writers of Albay with Celedonio G. Aguilar as President and Bienvinido Santos as Adviser. At one instance, through Santos, N.V.M. Gonzales was guest speaker of the group along with Hilario Francia and Petronilo Daroy. To cap it all, he was elected President of the Albay Secondary Teachers Association which perhaps paved the way for his selection for the Master of Art in Teaching Reading Scholarship at the University of the Philippines. In the Class 76 reunion at MORMS of which Dr. Susan Princesa Mallonga was the President presented to him a certificate, which states: “Class 76”presents this certificate of Appreciation to Mr. Celedonio G. Aguilar for his demonstrated patience, hard work and dedication in molding our young minds in the pursuit of our secondary education, most of all, giving us the foundation in academic excellence, and teaching us values of honesty, diligence, sincerity and humility,” After enjoying the DECS scholarships, he was promoted to Junior College Instructor and assigned to School for Philippine a Craftsmen, Polangui, Albay. In The Craftlet official student publication of School for Philippine Craftsmen, in Campus Tidbits by June Ailes where she spot lighted and enunciated campus personalities, she articulated on Mr. Aguilar as “our beloved English instructor and his being very energetic to drill us in writing as if he was ink in his veins, for he has several collection of poetry which he considers his vice: together with his scholarships at U.P. and Silliman University. Indeed how lucky we are to be our instructor.” On School visitation of the Regional Director at SPC observing teachers, he spotted Mr. Aguilar for promotion to Regional General Education Supervisor, at which instance, he devoted his time after office hours to teaching at Bicol College and then to Divine Word College of Legazpi. Then retired from the government service. Outrightly, Bicol College took him to be Dean of the College of Education with only secondary teaching as the course offered. So he formalized the opening of the elementary grades in preparation for the opening of Bachelor of Science in Elementary Education (BSEed). At point and time, Mr. Manuel T. Javier, Bicol College Faculty and Adviser of Bicol Collegian, Student Publication of the School, wrote a feature which said: If the Colossus of Rhodes has been one wonders of the world in the days of antiquity, it has its equal in our present time at our school at that. We are referring to Dr. Celedonio G. Aguilar as the mighty colossus. Aside from being Dean of the College of Education, he is also Secretary of the Graduate School, twin positions enough to stymie the most intrepid of men, but not this titan. He savors these burdens with gusto. His student is the living witness to his pedagogical virtuosity. They would swear to high heaven how this man could change adrab classroom into exciting arena of intellectual combat where educational myths and heresies are blasted and intellectual pursuits are probed and defend.” Eventually a year after, he became the Dean of the Graduated School. As Dean of the Graduate School, he worked for the opening of the doctoral program subsequently a year later, through the help of his friend in the Higher Education Division, Manila, its recognition, a help exerted to boost Bicol College’s headway to educational permanence. But resigned later on when University of Santo Thomas called him for interview in connection to his application to teach at that school. But Fr. Reyes, President of Divine Word College of Legazpi and was to be promoted to higher position in Manila, sweet talked him to teach rather the King Seminary in Quezon City, which he accepted. He only taught half – day at the Seminary which gave him ample time for research, and call to mind, the dearth of specific books for the subject he taught in college, such as Philippine Literature, so Readings in Philippines Literature was written, Grammar and Composition, for Speaking and writing English, literary Criticism, for Critiques on Poetry, Poetry and Drama, for Understanding Poetry through Imagery, and for Graduate Students, Thesis Writing Made Easy, and Functional Research Techniques, for teacher and would be teacher, Dimension in Reading and Before the Tide Sets In. He also included in foreign and local anthologies: World Poetry by Kim Young Sam (Korea), East – West Voices by Dr. V.S. Skanda Prasad, (Mangalore, India), Edicao Commemorativo by Wilson Oliviera Jasa, (Sao Paulo, Brazil), and National Library of Poetry: Walk Through Paradise 1995, Portraits of Life 1996, Owing Mills, Maryland, USA, Bicol Voice Anthology by Merito B. Espinas, Bicol of the Philippines by Lilia Realubit, Ani by Cultural Center of the Philippines, Palihan by U.P. Creative Writing Center. On the outset of June, a letter from Mayor’s Office, requested all occupational pursuits an Camalig to submit their Bio – Data emphasizing their significant accomplishments in their chosen job career, such as: Civic Action Movement, business enterprises, inventions, constructions, mentors to take from classroom teacher, principals, (district, division, regional) supervisors, college professors, and Deans of schools who are legitimate Camaligueños. In view of his teaching feat, scholarship, written books that benefited college and graduates students throughout the country and his Doctor of Education degree from Bicol University, prompted the award as outstanding Camaligueños in the field of EDUCATION (along with other professional pursuits) June 24, 2005 camalig’s town fiesta by the Camalig Council on Arts, Culture and Tourism to Dr. Celedonio G. Aguilar. Apathetically he muttered, if only there is a school who would avail of his expertise on the subjects corresponding to his written books, he is still willing to teach, for teaching to him is a life time endeavor, not anymore for remuneration, with life and Comfort, but to deciminate and share the knowledge he has learned from his scholarships by the DECS in Master of Arts in Teaching Reading at U.P. Diliman, QC, Master of fine Art in Creative Writing a Silliman University under the Tiempos (Edilberto and Edith) and William Sweet, Master of Arts in Educational Management.

kombertidorWhile still in the grade school, his mother used to tell him to be a priest, to dignify and ameliorate their state of life; but the father would vehemently counter, no, he should be a lawyer. As always during the eve of the fiesta, Celedonio G. Aguilar earnestly desire to watch the parade with deep interest and enthusiasm especially when the platoon of soldiers march by and roiled in his mind the well-mannered discipline and dignity of mien of the soldiers, that someday, he thought and figured himself to be one of them. So when he enrolled at the Albay High School, after his academic classes, posthaste he would scurry out to his custodial concern, joined the formation of the preparatory military training activities. Through the years he rose from the ranks to become battalion commander. It was October, during his senior year in school that he hide down to the military camp to take the Philippine Military Academy Examination, but the Japanese Imperial forces landed at legazpi on December 14, 1941 thus throwing his ambition to be a soldier to the winds. However during the Japanese occupation, he joined the guerilla movement (NOMETA) Noli Me Tangere Guerilla as 2nd Lieutenant. He was enraptured with much interest when the American Force landed at legazpi on april 1, 1945. And NOMETA unit became 1st. Battalion of Sandico’s 52nd Division Guerilla Unit was re – entrenched to a company and merge to first Regiment Bicol Brigade that include him in the activated regular force of the Philippine Army as First class Private. Utterly disgusted he resigned from the army and applied to teach in the District of camalig as a substitute teacher. After a year of teaching, he became a temporary teacher and was appointed head teacher at Del Rosario Public School. Three years after classroom work, he resigned to pursue a degree in education and Graduated in 1951 at the National University, Manila. He first taught at Libon Private High School, after a year, transferred to St. John’s Academy in Camalig where his former student, Mrs. Minda Grageda Muñoz in their St. John’s Academy Golden Anniversary Souvenir booklet, In Retrospect elucidated; “Mr. Aguilar is a tall respectable man, eloquent and dedicated English instructor. We were all eyes and ears for him when he’s in front of the class, listening intently and spellbound to his interesting lecture. He was forthright and his dignified stature demanded respect.” In the same booklet, Reminiscing Our High School days with our Mentors, Mrs. Josefina Nuas Ramos averred, “Mr. Aguilar was our English teacher. He spoke English fluently. He developed our interest in reading literature and novels. He is a writer. Some of his books are: Shaken Shadows, Time and Sunken Sun, This Season and Night, Pink Sun and Neutral Dust, Readings in Philippine Literature, Speaking and Writing English, Critiques on Poetry, Understanding Poetry through imagery, Thesis Writing Made Easy, Functional Research Techniques, Dimensions in Reading, and Before the Tide Sets In.” Then the Civil Sevice Commission, in a letter, ordered him to report to Marcial O. Rañola Memorial School to teach English, non – compliance will be tantamount to scrapping out his civil service eligibility. Banners in The Quill, student publication of Marcial O. Rañola Memorial School, that new teacher added to MORMS Teaching Force,”one of them was MR. Aguilar of Camalig, Albay who had his first feel of teaching in 1945 when he accepted a teaching position in a barrio elementary school in the District of Camalig. But three years teaching in the elementary, resigned to enroll at National University, where in 1951 obtained his Bachelor of Science degree in Educational major in English and minor in history. He taught for five years at St. John’s Academy. During summer enrolled at U.P. for masteral degree.” He enjoyed immensely his secondary teaching adventure. Especially his literature teaching which spurred in him for more writing for publication in the national magazines: This Week Magazine, Free Press, Sunday Times Magazine, Graphic, Solidarity, etc. Through the suggestion of Bienvenido N. Santos, he organized Albay Writers with membership officials as: Dr. Rodrigo Salazar, Valdemar Olaguer, Jose Ravalo, Vic O. Ballesfin, and 15 other budding writers of Albay with Celedonio G. Aguilar as President and Bienvinido Santos as Adviser. At one instance, through Santos, N.V.M. Gonzales was guest speaker of the group along with Hilario Francia and Petronilo Daroy. To cap it all, he was elected President of the Albay Secondary Teachers Association which perhaps paved the way for his selection for the Master of Art in Teaching Reading Scholarship at the University of the Philippines. In the Class 76 reunion at MORMS of which Dr. Susan Princesa Mallonga was the President presented to him a certificate, which states: “Class 76”presents this certificate of Appreciation to Mr. Celedonio G. Aguilar for his demonstrated patience, hard work and dedication in molding our young minds in the pursuit of our secondary education, most of all, giving us the foundation in academic excellence, and teaching us values of honesty, diligence, sincerity and humility,” After enjoying the DECS scholarships, he was promoted to Junior College Instructor and assigned to School for Philippine a Craftsmen, Polangui, Albay. In The Craftlet official student publication of School for Philippine Craftsmen, in Campus Tidbits by June Ailes where she spot lighted and enunciated campus personalities, she articulated on Mr. Aguilar as “our beloved English instructor and his being very energetic to drill us in writing as if he was ink in his veins, for he has several collection of poetry which he considers his vice: together with his scholarships at U.P. and Silliman University. Indeed how lucky we are to be our instructor.” On School visitation of the Regional Director at SPC observing teachers, he spotted Mr. Aguilar for promotion to Regional General Education Supervisor, at which instance, he devoted his time after office hours to teaching at Bicol College and then to Divine Word College of Legazpi. Then retired from the government service. Outrightly, Bicol College took him to be Dean of the College of Education with only secondary teaching as the course offered. So he formalized the opening of the elementary grades in preparation for the opening of Bachelor of Science in Elementary Education (BSEed). At point and time, Mr. Manuel T. Javier, Bicol College Faculty and Adviser of Bicol Collegian, Student Publication of the School, wrote a feature which said: If the Colossus of Rhodes has been one wonders of the world in the days of antiquity, it has its equal in our present time at our school at that. We are referring to Dr. Celedonio G. Aguilar as the mighty colossus. Aside from being Dean of the College of Education, he is also Secretary of the Graduate School, twin positions enough to stymie the most intrepid of men, but not this titan. He savors these burdens with gusto. His student is the living witness to his pedagogical virtuosity. They would swear to high heaven how this man could change adrab classroom into exciting arena of intellectual combat where educational myths and heresies are blasted and intellectual pursuits are probed and defend.” Eventually a year after, he became the Dean of the Graduated School. As Dean of the Graduate School, he worked for the opening of the doctoral program subsequently a year later, through the help of his friend in the Higher Education Division, Manila, its recognition, a help exerted to boost Bicol College’s headway to educational permanence. But resigned later on when University of Santo Thomas called him for interview in connection to his application to teach at that school. But Fr. Reyes, President of Divine Word College of Legazpi and was to be promoted to higher position in Manila, sweet talked him to teach rather the King Seminary in Quezon City, which he accepted. He only taught half – day at the Seminary which gave him ample time for research, and call to mind, the dearth of specific books for the subject he taught in college, such as Philippine Literature, so Readings in Philippines Literature was written, Grammar and Composition, for Speaking and writing English, literary Criticism, for Critiques on Poetry, Poetry and Drama, for Understanding Poetry through Imagery, and for Graduate Students, Thesis Writing Made Easy, and Functional Research Techniques, for teacher and would be teacher, Dimension in Reading and Before the Tide Sets In. He also included in foreign and local anthologies: World Poetry by Kim Young Sam (Korea), East – West Voices by Dr. V.S. Skanda Prasad, (Mangalore, India), Edicao Commemorativo by Wilson Oliviera Jasa, (Sao Paulo, Brazil), and National Library of Poetry: Walk Through Paradise 1995, Portraits of Life 1996, Owing Mills, Maryland, USA, Bicol Voice Anthology by Merito B. Espinas, Bicol of the Philippines by Lilia Realubit, Ani by Cultural Center of the Philippines, Palihan by U.P. Creative Writing Center. On the outset of June, a letter from Mayor’s Office, requested all occupational pursuits an Camalig to submit their Bio – Data emphasizing their significant accomplishments in their chosen job career, such as: Civic Action Movement, business enterprises, inventions, constructions, mentors to take from classroom teacher, principals, (district, division, regional) supervisors, college professors, and Deans of schools who are legitimate Camaligueños. In view of his teaching feat, scholarship, written books that benefited college and graduates students throughout the country and his Doctor of Education degree from Bicol University, prompted the award as outstanding Camaligueños in the field of EDUCATION (along with other professional pursuits) June 24, 2005 camalig’s town fiesta by the Camalig Council on Arts, Culture and Tourism to Dr. Celedonio G. Aguilar. Apathetically he muttered, if only there is a school who would avail of his expertise on the subjects corresponding to his written books, he is still willing to teach, for teaching to him is a life time endeavor, not anymore for remuneration, with life and Comfort, but to deciminate and share the knowledge he has learned from his scholarships by the DECS in Master of Arts in Teaching Reading at U.P. Diliman, QC, Master of fine Art in Creative Writing a Silliman University under the Tiempos (Edilberto and Edith) and William Sweet, Master of Arts in Educational Management.

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