The Guinayangan Republic

My NSPC Awards

It was in year 2005 when my journalism days started. I was only a grade five student then, without any background what this field really means. All I know is that journalism is about writing… writing… writing.

At first, I thought that it was impossible for me to win this kind of contest. I came from an unknown school and it was impossible for me to beat those students from private and city schools. As time passed by, I realized that journalism is very interesting. Little by little, I understand more. I attended several trainings, and I became a part of our school paper as a reporter and a copyreader too. My adviser taught me a lot of things and we really worked hard.

At last! All of my hard works paid off. After spending much of my time answering numerous copyreading exercises instead of watching TV and chatting with friends like my classmates usually do, I found myself standing on stage together with my adviser while receiving certificate, medal and trophy. I won in the Division Schools Press Conference, and surprisingly, I also succeeded in the regional level. I can’t believe that I will be the representative of Region IV-A in the National Schools Press Conference!

The NSPC 2006 was held in Aklan, Region VI. I came with my advisers and my colleagues from the Division of Quezon. We’re all excited and very nervous as well, hoping to bring home the bacon.

Since it was a 10-day conference, we had a perfect time to wander the province and to witness its uniqueness. We went to different places, famous parks and beaches. We never missed this chance to visit one of the Philippines pride, the astonishing Boracay Island.

After the contests and so much time of strolling, the conference came to its end. The awarding ceremony was the most nervous part of all. I’ve never felt that nervous before. But when I heard my name as the 5th placer, my heart thumped faster. I can’t believe it! The first thought that came into my mind was this: “If this is a dream, this is the most beautiful dream I’ve ever had.” But then, I realized that it wasn’t a dream after all. My colleagues were there, cheering for me, my name was on the screen, and my adviser was hugging me very tightly. “It’s real! I really won!,” I said to myself.

That award gave me an inspiration to pursue more. The following year, I became the editor-and-chief of our school paper. I also won in the press conferences and I was able to join the NSPC again. Fortunately, I won for the second time. I was the second placer and the happiness was twice as last year. God was very good to me. He let me experience this feeling again. I felt so fulfilled.

Last year, I won the highest award that a campus journalist can achieve. I was the Outstanding Campus Journalist of the Region IV-A CALABARZON and became one of the awardees in the NSPC held in Naga City.

I’m glad that for every award I received brings happiness to the people around me. I thank God for this talent and for this knowledge that He gave me. I know that He didn’t give me that singing-dancing talent, but then, you let me have this wonderful talent that brings self-confidence in me.



The Best among the Worst

Why is that when we heard the word “old”, inferior always comes to our minds?

Don’t you know that old woods are best to burn, old wines are best to drink and old friends to trust? But can an old, rusty metal that almost looks like a big trash can be consider “the best”?

While walking around the campus of Guinayangan National High School, one huge rusty metal caught my attention. The big machine-like structure of this corroded metal made me think that it was just a trash from somewhere until I found out that it was an important thing to Guinayangan. It was the first-ever generator that enlightened the dark nights of the town.

Year 1970, during the administration of Mayor Mariano Roldan, a generator was bought for Guinayangan, to be used by the town people from 6pm to 12 midnight.

Many residents of this town were flabbergast with this unfamiliar thing because that was the first time they saw a generator (the generator that time was as big as it is today). Many didn’t have any idea of what was the use of this strange thing until it was introduce to them by its owner with pride.

USEFUL!

That was how they portray that generator as a machine. They construe it as the light of their lives in a dark abode. They cared for it a lot as it was a treasure to everyone. The entire domicile wanted it. Everybody was longing for it. The generator is very important to them because they don’t have electricity yet.

They used it in different ways such as ironing clothes, watching TV, reviewing lessons and doing household chores.

Since then, the elite people of the town also bought generators because of the advantages it brought to them.

Truly, the first generator of Guinayangan contributes such a big part in the civilization of the said town. It gave idea to the people of Guinayangan how important electricity is.

After knowing all of this, it gave answers to my questions. From there, I knew the reason why it was inside the school instead of lying in the dirty junk shop together with the other junks. I’d realize that not all aged are inferior. Instead, they are the one that possess the real meaning of beauty.

Don’t you wonder why wines taste good when it was extremely fermented and woods burn the best when aged? Simply because it has the greatest factor that moulded them to perfection—the miracle of time. What gives us mark is that what was left behind by the ‘old’ that becomes a big part of our lives and even serves as the basis for the next innovations, just as what the generator is, the best among the worst.

By: Beejay A. Castillo

Repost From Guinayangan National High School Website
Photo Courtesy Guinayangan National High School Website

To the people of Guinayangan Quezon
   
My name is Earl Carter, the proud son of Guinayangan-native Rosalinda Manalo Carter.  A few months ago I was fortunate enough to be able to visit Guinayangan for the first time with my mother. My only regret is that I didn't visit sooner, also that I wasn't able to stay longer.  It is such a beautiful place, a great experience for me, the one that I will remember forever and hopefully I will enjoy it again. 

I would like to use this as an opportunity to thank everyone in Guinayangan, especially to my family and newfound friends. I thank them for their hospitality, for being so friendly and courteous, and for welcoming me in as one of their own.  Some of the local kids even gave me a new nickname:  "White Giant" and "American Giant". My friends here in the U.S. have decided to make the nickname permanent--they thank the kids for that one. 

While walking near a fishport with my mother, a group of young children started following us, they were curious and giggling. They are amazed at how white my legs (my father is of Irish descent and my complexion is very light) and how big my hands and feet were.  Some of them even measured their hands against mine and then laughed, which made me and my mother laughed too.

 I got the chance to meet all my cousins and aunts and other relatives. Sadly I did not make it there in time to meet my grandmother, Lucia Manalo, who was brought home to heaven before I arrived.  I enjoyed the conversations I had with my cousins William, Wilson, Rona and Rochelle, as well as Rochelle's boyfriend Christian.  I thank all of them for their excellent English, since I haven't learned Tagalog yet. Gladly there were no nosebleeding incident happened.


I got the chance to play basketball with my cousin William and Christian and many of the local kids at the basketball court. I am so amazed at how some of the guys were able to play in slippers or even barefoot. They were very fast and agile too. 

I saw my family's coconut farm at Brgy.Dungawan and met friends of the family there. I met a young boy named Martin, who enjoyed coloring the Ninjago drawings that I drew for him.  My mother and I also took a boat ride to the lighthouse built in an island called Parola. My younger brother Neil also visited this place when he was a young boy. He loved swimming there with all the friends he made while visiting Guinayangan. 

We had a family picnic at the Salacan Resort. I enjoyed delicious food cooked by my Tita Norma.  We enjoy the nature and the swimming pool. I shot a lot of family pictures to keep.



I remember when I first arrived in this lovely town; it was about 4:30 in the morning. I was able to take pictures of a beautiful sunrise in a place called Bayside Inn.  Those were the first of many pictures I would take throughout the town during my visit.  Hopefully someday I can return again with my mom, my brother Neil, my sister Joy, and her son Joey (Joey would love to meet his cousin Jason).  In fact, my brother was jealous that I was able to visit Guinayangan  as an adult. Maybe because he was only five years old then when he visited this place, not old enough to really remember the whole experience.

My brother Neil (5 years old then) during his visit in Guinayangan.


I also enjoyed riding the tricycles all over town, even up the hills to the coconut farm.  I met my Tita Lilia and my cousins Bubut, Lengleng, Lala, and Boyet.  I also met many of my mother's friends and their families.  And everyone was so nice to me, welcoming me into their homes and offering all types of delicious goodies.



I saw my Lola's house where my mother was raised in Brgy.Manlayo.  I was there when the schoolchildren went back to class in June. I watched as my Tita Baby supplied ice water and snacks to the kids.  I gave some of the kids some chocolate candies that I brought with me, and they have requested that I bring more when I return.  They watched with curiosity as I made little paper throwing stars for them. I think I made at least 20 of them---they were very much in demand.


 Soon I will return on this lovely place---so please tell the kids that the "White Giant" will return . . .  bringing more chocolates and paper throwing stars. 

Notice the serenity of the ocean. Here, they're still using basnig for fishing like they used to in Manlayo.

Bumalik sa Labac Naic Cavite ang karamihan ng aking kamaganak noong wala ng mahuling isda at iba pang Marine Life sa atin. Nagbaligtad naman ang naging buhay sa Manlayo. Bumalik sila sa Cavite at naswertihan naman nila ang dagat doon.

Noong early 70's sila lumipat doon para mangisda. Marami din sa kanila ang nakapagpaaral ng mga anak sa College. Yong iba nilang anak ay nakapag abroad din at nakatapos ng Nursing or BSN. Karamihan sa mga kamaganak ko na bumalik sa pinanggalingan ng aming mga Mahal na Ninuno ay yong mga nawalan ng bahay at mga bangkang pang hanapbuhay. Yan ngayon ang nangyari sa mga kamaganak ko na pinalad naman na makaahon sa hirap noon sa Manlayo.

Ang pag babalik nila sa Labac Naic Cavite ang nagbigay naman ng magandang kapalaran sa kanilang buhay. Yan din ang nakakalungkot ngayon sa atin. Nawala ang mga Marine Life sa ginawang pangaabuso ng mga mangingisda na gumamit ng dinamita. Ang ating mga Coral Reefs ay namatay kasama ang mga itlog ng isda , alimasag, hipon at halos lahat ng buhay sa karagatan ay namatay. Sana'y wala ng mangabuso pa ngayon na unti unti na uling bumabalik ang kayamanan ng ating Mahal ba Dagat.


Pakiusap ko lamang sa ating nga Mahal na Kababayan at Kamaganak na panatilihing Malinis at Maganda ang ating paligid para sa atin na ring kabutihan. Maraming maraming salamat sa inyong lahat dyan na walang patid ang pagtutulong tulong sa ikauunlad ng ating Mahal na Bayan .