willfulpleasures

deliverables report

2005-06-03T23:35:00.000-07:00

As of 25 May 2005, for follow up to LRPs and please submit to GRF Roxas deliverables listed below.

LRP Mandated Activity Deliverables Remarks
ACORD • Submit summary of BJA profile per barangay/municipality for all LRPs
• Provide complete list of barangays covered per LRP

BJSS Training • Consolidated BJSS Course Evaluation Report per Training
PSAP • Consensus Building Workshop Process

KFI

Baseline Survey • Consolidated Baseline Report for barangay Pagalamatan Gambai

BJSS Training • BJSS Narrative Training Report (Ask LRP to elaborate submitted report. Kaya nga narrative report eh, hindi bullet report).
• Roster of BJAs who have completed the BJSS Training Course of at least 5 per barangay
• Summary of Attendance of Participants in the BJSS Training
• Attendance Sheets
• Consolidated BJSS Course Evaluation Report per Training
PSAP • Consensus Building Workshop Process for barangays Barrio Green, Mipantao Gadongan, Moncado Kadingilan and Saduc Proper
MCWDF Social Marketing Status Report for Social Marketing (If it is possible to put in writing what is/are the reasons for termination of the contract between GRF and LRP)
MDFI Social Marketing • Barangay Resolution Adopting and Supporting the BJSS Project for barangays Idtig, SK Pendatun); Old Maganoy (Ampatuan); Idtig, Damaunsay, Damakling, Poblacion (Paglat); Napok (Datu Paglas)
• SB Resolution Adopting the BJSS Project for Datu Unsay

Community Mobilization • Criteria for BJA selection
BJSS Training • BJSS Narrative Training Report – FOR REVIEW
• Roster of BJAs who have completed the BJSS Training Course of at least 5 per barangay (submitted Datu Paglas, Paglat and Gen. SK Pendatun only)
• Attendance Sheets – (submitted Gen. SK Pendatun, Paglat, Datu Paglas, Datu Piang only)
• Consolidated BJSS Course Evaluation Report per Training (submitted counseling module only)
PSAP • Consensus Building Workshop Process
MFGGDI Social Marketing • SB Resolution Adopting and Supporting the BJSS Project for the Mun. Datu Odin Sinsuat
• Barangay Resolutions for barangays Awang, Kakan, Kusiong, Semba, Sibuto and Tinungos (DOS)
Community Mobilization • BJA Profile (Talayan and DOS)
• Citizen Assembly Resolution Adopting and Supporting the BJSS Project
BJSS Training • Roster of BJAs who have completed the BJSS Training Course of at least 5 per barangay
• Attendance Sheets
• Consolidated BJSS Course Evaluation Report per Training
• Activity Completion Report for BJSS Training
PSAP • Action Plan for PSAP
• Consensus Building Workshop Process
MSU-CPA Social Marketing • SB Resolution Adopting and Supporting the BJSS Project for the Mun. of Saguiran and Molundo
• Barangay Resolutions Adopting and Supporting the BJSS Project for barangays Buadi-Suba, Bubong, Bubong Guilopa, Daluma Guilopa (Molundo); barangay Pendolunon (Saguiran)
Community Mobilization • BJA Profile
• Citizen Assembly Resolution Adopting and Supporting the BJSS Project for barangays Bubong Guilopa and Salimpongan (Molundo); barangay Bacolod Chico (Marawi City)
• Attendance Sheets for barangays Bubong Guilopa and Salimpongan (Molundo); barangay Batangan and Pantaoraya (Saguiran); barangay Amito Marantao, Bacolod Chico and Marawi (Marawi City)
• Criteria for BJA selection
BJSS Training • Roster of BJAs who have completed the BJSS Training Course (per barangay)
• Consolidated BJSS Course Evaluation Report per Training
MSU-JOLO Community Mobilization • Attendance sheets for barangays Bubuan, Teomabal, Bangas, Kabukan and Pag-asinan (Panglima Tahil)

BJSS Training • BJSS Training Narrative Report
• Consolidated BJSS Course Evaluation Report per Training
PSAP • Action Plan for PSAP (Parang)
• Consensus Building Workshop Process
MSU-TAWI Social Marketing • Activity Completion Report of Social Marketing
Baseline Survey • Action Plan for Baseline Survey
Community Mobilization • BJA Profile
• Citizens Assembly Resolution Adopting and Supporting the BJSS Project for barangay Tongsinah + Attendance Sheet
• Criteria for BJA selection
BJSS Training • Activity Completion Report of BJSS Training
• BJSS Training Narrative Report (Report submitted was an outline not a narrative report)
• Consolidated BJSS Course Evaluation Report per Training
PSAP • Consensus Building Workshop Process
MUFTI Social Marketing • Barangay Resolutions Adopting and Supporting the BJSS Project for barangays Banaran, S. Tapian Boheh and Top-top Banaran (Sapa-sapa)
Community Mobilization • Criteria for BJA selection
• Community Assembly Resolution for barangays Banaran, Lookan Banaran, Top-top (Sapa-sapa); barangay Darul Akram (Languyan)
BJSS Training • BJSS Training Narrative Report (Report submitted was an outline not a narrative report)
• Consolidated BJSS Course Evaluation Report per Training
PSAP • Consensus Building Workshop Process
NDFCAI Social Marketing • Action Plan for Social Marketing
• Activity Completion Report
Baseline Survey • Activity Completion Report of Baseline Survey
Community Mobilization • Action Plan for Community Mobilization
• Activity Completion Report of Community Mobilization
• Community Assembly Resolutions Adopting and Supporting the BJSS Project for barangays Luayan, Panapan, Popol, Tenok and Tinambulan (Buluan); barangays Barira, Buluan, Minabay and Tugaig (Barira); barangays Kuloy, Labu-labu 1 & 2, Labu-labu Mother, Lapok, Mother Poblacion and Poblacion 2 (Sharif Aguak); barangays Calawag and Magsaysay (Parang); barangays Cabayuan, Minabay, Oring and Piers (Buldon); barangays Bayanga Sur, Central Langkong and Langkong (Matanog)
BJSS Training • Action Plan for BJSS Training
PSAP • Action Plan for PSAP
• Consensus Building Workshop Process
NDJC Social Marketing • EO designating local PO for the Mun. of Indanan

BJSS Training • Roster of BJAs who have completed the BJSS Training Course at least 5 per barangays
• Summary of Attendance of Participants in the BJSS Training
• BJSS Training Narrative Report
• Consolidated BJSS Evaluation Report per Training
PSAP • Consensus Building Workshop Process
PAPFMM BJSS Training • Roster of BJAs who have completed the BJSS Training Course
• BJSS Training Narrative Report
• Consolidated BJSS Course Evaluation per Training
PSAP • Consensus Building Workshop Process
POM •
BJSS Training • Consolidated BJSS Course Evaluation Report per Training

RIAP
BJSS Training • Consolidated BJSS Course Evaluation Report per Training
RSEUF Community Mobilization • Attendance sheet for barangay Ragondingan Proper
BJSS Training • Summary of Attendance of Participants in the BJSS Training
• Consolidated BJSS Course Evaluation Report per Training
SANGSA BJSS Training • Consolidated BJSS Course Evaluation Report per Training
SOPREX
Community Mobilization • Action Plan for Community Mobilization
BJSS Training • Consolidated BJSS Course Evaluation Report per Training
PSAP • Action Plan for PSAP for barangay Sumugot, Salam, Bandaraingud, Punud, Aparfort, Pagalamatan (Bumbaran) and barangays Manila Group, East Kili-kili, Eastern Kili-kili, Park Area and Serran Village (Wao)
YIRDF BJSS Training • Attendance Sheets for barangays Balos, Baungus, Buahan, Calagusan, Colonia, Dunit Puntukan, Lebbuh, Tumakid
• Consolidated BJSS Course Evaluation Report per Training

Funny Side of Love

2004-12-26T23:05:00.000-08:00

Love is the greatest of all. Think and feel again.

Nah!! you wouldn't be convinced either way and it's like regret that wastes your time. Love has always been God's twin. Nothing less, nothing more to the religious, spirituals, couples, lovers, kindergartens, surgeons, corporates and even the radio stations who love to overrate everything. Love is such a favorite melody that it has achieved merchandising successes beyond the Beatles, Mcdonalds, Britney Spears, Michael Jacko, Harry Potter and the Incredibles. So impregnable, it is a household name even before Helen of Troy. So grand that it is so blinding. No wonder all people end up foolish because they see and seek only love.

Even marvelled once what makes love afloat? I bet you wouldn't have a single clue. (You're not even convinced on my first contrasted proposition.) Haven't even heard it from the psychoneuro experts featured in Discovery Channel to explain the Science of Love. Worst, not even the priests I know who homi"lied" on love.

It is faith, my love!

Yes! this cant be classified as another chicken-and-egg debate. Faith preludes love, all and even itself! Before and even at the very moment you realized you are in love, you have Faith -believing on something sense-invisible or nothing or uncertain.

Faith makes it all happen. Faith creates and sustains Love. If you believe - or positively think, if you like to practically call it - love or any conceivable concern exists, love or anything will exist with faith. It fuels every wishes and dreams for surreal chutzpahs to unreachable stars to sapid love. Sentimental turbulences instantly play around at the very moment you simulately believe - or assume - on potential influencing instances. Before guilt feelings thrive, you actually feel guilt at the belief - or thought - of it. Before you even say Hudson, it is already scribed in your head. Any creations are borne out of faith.

It is sad, faith gets less of familiarity despite its unrelegated efforts. It is sad that faith remains to be a dismissed twin of God and the funny side of Love.

happy birthday

2004-11-24T23:00:00.000-08:00

Happy Birthday..

24

2004-11-24T22:25:00.000-08:00

This is a less novel short story. A very true honest tale of long affection. It has pre-millenial roots but I chose to fall in love at the millenial sunrise.

It all started with from a cake. And though we rarely went out after it, every dinner and movie is a happy paralysis - a lamely suppressed joy derived from knowing that she is staying more months. A chance for missed chances of having to know very well of someone you love. Besides, this is what love is for her.

I planned to take these chances. But not even a brave dint of act showed up on my behalf on her birthday. It was her last with us. I redeemed myself nonetheless just 2 days before Christmas. It was not a rare act because it was my sweatful first time to give her flowers. It could have been more idyllic if she personally received it. So, i walked home, relieved and more in love. Everything then paced fast and wonderful. It was indeed a yuletide season with a better year ahead.

But it had an instant stop. She already shared her sweetest yes to a friend at the very moment i left her flowers. Life is indeed short and choices should be taken with toxic impatience. If not, regrets would only fill you when you are weak. Anyhow, I deserved it for regret is the cost of silence.

Life moved on. I too had a love affair. A worthy honest affair that was neither a medicine for the pain nor a conscious self-outrage. So honest, it was momentary when random afterthoughts of her started to bloom. Was i still attached to her?

I was in a hopeless hope and wishful thinking. Life became scary when i started to miss her. And scarier when i tried to restrain telling her my nostalgias. Coincidences became apparent where her name literally appeared everyday, either heard or read. Random anxieties on a regular trend was disturbing me - a serindipitous event relating to her happens every 24th of a month.

They were convincingly mere coincidences and pigments of mind created to affirm the tingling presence of love. But i realized they were not, according to my daily chronicles. Serindipities did happen even before i realized them and my nostalgias. The few dinners, single moviewatch and the cake "all" fell on a single date - 24. Our few unexpected rendezvous and longer text exchanges too.

Scary, isnt it? But it was an undeniable fact that was worsening and beyond pondering. A serindipity that became anticipated surprise with its constant presence. From there, i befriended destiny. A mystical friendship akin to a friendship, according to her again, that doesnt ask why for it is a reason itself, doesnt ask what ifs for it is willing to risk and doesnt asks until when for it knows only forever.

I accustomed to it and 24 became my favorite day and number. I even have it in my atm pin numbers and email passwords. It was a paranoia that became a disease i called j-syndrome. A syndrome that made me pray dearly for frozen time if i see her. But the syndrome was indeed syndrome because the path to her was clouded. Nothing significantly connects me to her, only mystical coincidences. But i still remained at the pure absence of love at its very essence because i simply felt love.

Daily. I relieved myself from the blinding and crippling syndrome. Almost seem became a distant memory to her. Just probably a good thing. Almost missed telling her off i miss her. But she was always with me. The special girl who have "singly" been known to my parents, taken breakfast at home and brought me a cake 7 days after my birthday. An object of long affection that is just worth a giggle.

Serindipities and wishful thinking became ordinary, where there is a sweet surrender from love.

A happy paralysis that randomly twitched me. Indeed, yes! I still experienced mystical coincidences even at the very moment i started this essay with the title. At an accurate midnight, an alarm snoozed to remind me of her 24th birthday 7 days after. A pure coincidence worth to inspire a 7-day writing and exodus to the nostalgic past and giggle. A love worth, per se.

station of wait

2004-11-17T19:15:00.000-08:00

a screaming silence troubled my sleep - perhaps not once. but the deep resonance has pressed me to his demands. upon my response, it swiftly confided me with the most startling compassion - a shaken confusion and humane irrationality. it sobbed solid tears. seemingly hintless of words to evoke its core sentiments. piece by piece, it shackle from constraints. it spoke audibly of its yearning. a yearning stretched through time. a nostalgic breathe to embrace a presence of a dearly even at a sweet dint of frozen seconds. a yearning, forbidden by chance, will and silence. despirited, it does not know how to escape its desire.
bitter conviction of trudging away from the waiting lane that often falls astray. the stations of wait are everywhere and staying seems to be a need. it is better than this, i said. with a cold farewell, it left sudden through the morning mist with residue of unsaid words --- i love you more each day

what would it be for a yes

2004-11-12T15:30:00.000-08:00

what would it be for a yes.
love..
joy
forever
frequent flights
travel
happiness
boredom end
good sleep
laughs
more dreams
more lucid dreams
walk by the bay
more dried flowers
poetry
dinners
breakfasts
good wake
more mystics
more talks
europe
share
better friendship
nostalgic peace
more escapes from reality
closer
more smiles

...and love

off she goes

2004-11-06T07:56:00.000-08:00

something always is vividly attractive at its absence.
solitude always is and lonely though.

between two sides of solitude is nostalgic peace.
a peaceful moment parallel with longing need of companionship.
a foreshadowing solitued that man is indeed a social being.

we need someone even at the height of independence.

a loss or absence of someone is always a twitchful pinch
- a caffeinating pull from rapid eye movement

Urbanites

2004-10-26T20:32:00.000-07:00

So Tray and I wandered the urban jungle of Makati at early dawn. For once, we have not felt poverty (security is a usual sight for Davaoenos, so it was not a big deal). Though we have not been to adjacent megacities of Tokyo, Singapore, Hongkong and alikes, Makati was grand at its simplest perspective or maybe we were just naive. The towering landscapes dwarfed us with awe, reproving that creations could perfectly spoil its creator - as for a teacher's defeat to his student.

Geared only with pure curiousity, boredom and a pack of smokes, we waded the waters of disorientations on foot at the height of silence: 2am. We managed to emulate the residents or better the corporate associates if at daytime.

It was overwhelming. Close as equal with sex but better than Starbucks, the Sohos and girlhunting. The city - as beauty - is so overwhelming, pollution, traffic, high living cost and risks are in an instant vacuum. So overwhelming, i plan to consume my dad's fly miles for more explorations (sayang kasi!)

I started to despise the dislikes on the city i long been protesting and now look forward to have another urban escape - just another urban escape, not jobhunting. Though Davao is and would still be home, escaping is as relevant as staying. Urban escapes too are worth of reflective experiences. They exude more blinding realizations than rural excursions because significant concerns are simply more visible at their absence.

For now, im back with my personal reality, refreshingly blinded with realization loads - waiting to be consolidated after a good long sleep.

Chances are

2004-10-26T04:46:00.000-07:00

An afternoon is more than a single chance to prove love. But a single chance is more than a single afternoon. It is forever.

A single chance for anything is forever.
A chance that is momentous for anything.
A turning chance that would reverse a failed chance - one that spellbound regret!

Chances are chances are. Chances that are preluded by a single chance. And if i could have that chance - one single afternoon - i would face 2 sides of forever. Either, happinesss would still be close. Closer than the chances shared.

I love you and im yours forever in either chances.

2004-10-15T05:47:00.000-07:00

a holiday from reality
Posted by Hello

Love - series 1

2004-10-15T04:14:00.000-07:00

Love is surprising.
its presence is absolute yet grandly absent
like a white hairstrip - free and elusive
the air solely cradles it when it chooses to be elusive
it sometimes stays within reaches of corners
but remains to be subtly invisible
we gasp to have a pinch of it
but often fail
even it perches on our shoulders

wandering

2004-10-14T12:15:00.000-07:00

wandering is for the disoriented.
aimless, it is often coupled with random memoirs.
the more memories, the more distance...........

nowhere

2004-10-12T06:31:00.000-07:00

today, im nowhere. clueless of any reflection and activity but yoga. i walked with random images and boring repititive prelude of this write - today, im nowhere.

i set my senses keen. ready for pondering but continue to be disoriented. so absolutely void, i became too vulnerable to the emptiness syndrome. i lost track of 2-second road moments. i wish i - not time - could stop to look closely at one girl on white sleeps. but movement and love seem to be so necessary.

i sped up. trudging like im late for yoga class or trying to be ahead of nothing. so fast, i found myself buying a pair of Nike wristbands and a yellow tee. little cheers followed but i still have the poker's face.

i left the s-mall. refreshed with a spending-spree mode. but alas! the carcinogenic fastfoods were crowded. my purse was saved and im feasting on a conservative pasta.

i started the prelude. the diners cut my pre-warming reflective momentum but managed to be rockstar-cool. im grateful, yoga classes fall on empty thursdays.

so i did yoga. ironically, was reminded not to do most of the regular "asanas" because of pain and heavy gasps.

then i put on my new tee, realizing it was oversized - just enough to annoy my cool. i hurried home uneasy. comfort was finally at hand but im still nowhere at home...with love

the notebook

2004-10-12T06:23:00.000-07:00

no! i am not making my own "notebook" version. Mr. Sparks did his own of mine. And for fortunate coincidences, he had published it ahead with tearful blockbuster. so moved, i save the remainder of Saturday night from pophops for emotional investment of another love story in a less novel way.

no! i am not in love but was. love is history and one of my necessary past madnesses. it only gave me bold idylls and short rendezvous with so-called destiny. each memory of it was a holiday from reality. i jubilated every after exchange of words and smileys with love. grinned every sight of its presence in varied annoying forms..everywhere everyday. even leapt in private when i heard she was coming in the city. the rest was a happy paralysis when she was one-arm away.

that is how i was addicted to love. "they" - horoscopes, universal coincidences, scotomic brain and addicted heart - said she was my soulmate. i said, i wish(ed). she was purely admirable and i neer moved to have her. i was in deep catatonia and fate was too forbidding.

catatonic..i realized i was indeed in love last 00:00:01

winless run

2004-10-12T05:57:00.000-07:00

i surrendered and lost to a race i havent even competed.
just been an avid viewer, habitual of wishful thinking.
stepping in the track is just one of those fanatisms - willful yet blocked, inspired yet unmotivated.
i think i just fell by mistakes in those tempting webs of love that i still remain behind the track
I LOVE YOU BUT I DONT.

what preludes love?

is it really love when you are in the track? could it exist behind the track or more visible when crossing towards the trackline?

if the mere crossing is love, then i dont

if being behind the track is acceptably love, what makes it acceptable?
is mere wishful thinking love? they say it is. but i am strongly unconvinced.
effort preludes love
then...i really dont

if racing in the track is indeed love, will mere random inconsistent runs still love?
will continuous-yet-winless runs worth keeping the faith on the track?
will continuous-yet-inapplausible runs worth too?
if those runs are not enough to create love,
then i definitely dont

home alone with solace

2004-10-12T05:51:00.000-07:00

home alone..again. i stripped my flipflops and socks with ampled pleasure. the footheat-release was so rewarding, one could have instant drowse. but of course being awake is more compensating

i stood to get a book - compliments of mama. and back on the floor, rather on the soft lounge, random thoughts are in ponder - sleep/read/write/walk? just as i have chosen to write, the tall air mac is already blowing me to drowse. SOLOMONIC DECISIONS ARE ANNOYINGLY REVOCABLE. indeed! choices are bent and often (intentionally) empirical in my lifetime

just be

2004-10-12T05:44:00.000-07:00

i know i love you by constancy of your presence in most of my reflective moments. but the ABSENCE OF MAGICAL EXCITEMENT AND MOTIVATIONAL ACTS in every thought of you is so surprising.

is the constant thougt just a forcible product of excessive fanatism on destiny and memories? or simply just had a very short list of significant people to think? maybe, i just lost connection to my heart?

maybe, self-centeredness has finally contained me with the absolute comfort it offered. selflessness has just been sold that love doesnt excite no more.

maybe, love isnt present after all. but there is indeed love! maybe just could not find it in either two sides

i know i feel love you - this small with ego, this BIG without ego and this BIGGER at a mere sight/hear of you. there is faith (and chanced fate) to always mold and behold love.

parable of the donkey

2004-10-12T05:40:00.000-07:00

i am fazed by time
dazed by memento
have i been walking
without my heart
worst, headless

i am trapped into silence
an infinite space
where i myself live

so close
i could have a hand
over everything
so sensible
i could see keenly

yet i couldnt walk
to reach
i only have two feet

every step attempted
distants me from
what i crave
from what i wanted
from what my heart yearns

now, ill just linger by
unwind in between
in silence......without peace

love is nothing

2004-10-12T05:35:00.000-07:00

til the rainshower becomes a drape to the skyline
i would love you with no condition
even when compassion's utmost splendid and benign

beyond the undying beyonds
there is ampler to perpetuity
the time i hold you by your hand

diamonds are forever
red instants are good recollections
awhilst, you are greater

love is nothing
akin to finding eternity
it is something

and when that immaterial twitch is tangible
to the cardio and even to the sensibles

you warm the water
not love

your lips kiss me neither
but the destiny we have

your presence keeps us together
emotinons, instead, bind us half

you complete, rather
than love does

oui! love is nothing
and i love you with no condition

silence

2004-10-12T05:23:00.000-07:00

what silence am i craving?

what silence am i craving for?
how can i grip the voice of noise?

i miss the tickle of silence. i miss him so much, i looked for her, countlessly.
i miss the light side of the dark. it is the total blindness that hears you nothing.

i wish i was alone. alone with somebody. alone with her and him. he shall take us
afloat. cradle us to the sleep of consciousness. he'd take us to a space of lesser
motion at a light speed.

we'd slow down.

i would be alone...later

i miss his tickle

love is....

2004-08-20T12:25:00.000-07:00

Love is a necessary madness and faith is the anger manager