“Kakayanin sir: Part II”

When I got home from work, I went online with Mystique for about an hour before I decided to sleep. There was an invisible “don’t disturb” sign on my doorknob and no one was allowed to disturb my long-overdue rest. I've been asleep for some three hours and came 1:43 pm, after I snapped out of my hibernation, bad things came:

First, my apologies to Jess for not having been able to make to his pad. I was planning to head there right after lunch but I got stuck with my grade school buddies and by the time I had the option to step away, it was too late in the afternoon.

Second, I've just reinstalled my Windows XP system. And, as a result, I haven't slept since 1:43 pm. I am still installing and configuring some things here on my computer. Yes, a system failure. After the initial frustrations with my defective installer, I finally got through and right now the operating system feels brand new. Perhaps it'd feel like before once I'm done reinstalling all the software I have lost with all the formatting. And shields are up. Protecting my newly set-up Mystique are McAfee VirusScan and TrueCrypt.

Third, just now, my dad gave me bunch of nerve-cracking “not-so-easy projects” which by the way requires a lot of math. I'm tired. I was in a quandary whether or not to do it. But for the sake of bein’ an ulirang anak, kakayanin sir. If this is a game then I probably need to lie down now.

What was I looking for today? I wanted to get a lot of rest, I wanted to catch up on sleep and I wanted to relax. As it turns out, I stressed myself out even more. Haaayz. L

Socorro! Ando perdido! Por favor, llame al medico!

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The municipality of Hinundayan was founded over two hundred years ago. It derives its name from an interesting legend traditionally accepted by the townspeople

During the early Spanish period, a group of soldiers went to the pueblo to determine the peace and order conditions existing. Legend states that the people at the time were preparing for their fiesta that was to take place the following day. The windows of all the houses were decorated with seashells colored with native dyes as was the custom of the time, among the well-to-do. The Spaniards, surprised at the display, asked what these things meant. The natives, ignorant of the Castillian language, answered in their tongue, "Ang hinungdan niini dayan-dayan." (The purpose of this is for decoration.) Since then, the Spaniards have referred to the pueblo as such. Since it was a difficult name to remember, much less pronounce, the name was changed to its present form: Hinundayan.

Church records as early as 1853 show that the official name of the town was Hinundayan.

In 1752 and for two years thereafter, the town was continually raided and pillaged by moro pirates under the much-feared moro bandit, Agud-ud. The moros burned all the homes and public buildings including the church which was built by the Jesuit missionaries. Because the moro pirates decided to stay within the sitio, the people moved their barangay to another site which was then called Ylihan. Finally, however, the moros left at their own accord and the natives returned to their former pueblo and began to rebuild what the pirates had destroyed.

In 1883, the pueblo was inaugurated as a municipality. On May 9, 1885, the new town was erected into a parish with Fr. Manuel Concuera as the first parish priest. A year after the outbreak of the revolution against Spanish rule, the town was annexed as a barrio again to the municipality of Hinunangan.

The American forces arrived in 1901 and established their headquarters at Hinunangan. Peace and order had not been restored yet due to the active guerilla maneuvers of the insurrectors, so Hinundayan had to remain under the jurisdiction of Hinunangan.

On January 1, 1910, Hinundayan was inaugurated as a full-fledged municipality. It was under Mayor Inocentes Villaflor that the town won its independence from Hinunangan. Previously, Villaflor had succeeded in opening the first intermediate classes in the locality. It was the only complete elementary course in the southern part of the province.

World Wary II broke out and the years of occupation passed without any major change in the municipality.

However, Japanese troops occupied the town one-month after the declaration of unconditional surrender by the Filipino troops to the Japanese Imperial forces. A puppet mayor was designated. The appointed mayor campaigned for the return of the evacuees to their homes. When the Japanese moved out of the town upon orders from their headquarters at Tacloban, the town enjoyed comparative peace for two years.

A guerrilla band under the leadership of Atanacio Asodisen was organized, and with his three brothers as captains of the band, there arose fear in the town proper because of the existence of an organized guerrilla movement. With the aid of the Japanese soldiers, which came upon hearing of the Asodisen guerrillas, the puppet mayor was re-instated.

On October 21, 1944, two American airplanes sunk a Japanese ship, as it was about to drop anchor at Hinundayan Gulf. Those who survived proceeded to Tacloban by land. The Filipinos who decided to cast their fate with the Japanese accompanied them.

On the following day, October 22, Hinundayan was finally free from the clutches of Japanese rule.

The people returned to their homes and the Municipal government again began to function under peacetime conditions. Acting Mayor Teodoro Niog took the reins of the town government until the inauguration of Philippine Independence. Leoncio Olarte, the first mayor under the new regime, succeeded him.

Hinundayan like other coastal towns is blessed with an abundance of natural resources.

A fourth class municipality, Hinundayan produces copra as a major product. Fishing is one of the major industries and the catch of more than three tons annually are sent to neighboring towns as well as to Cebu.

Credits to: Hinundyan Today

This is my interview of a caretaker of a local-known religious and miraculous image on a chopping board, Birhen Del Remedio. Some might think this is just a chance image and they are not consciously shaped by men but to the locals, the visible image of Mary depicted by a Mother and Child on a chopping board, is considered majesty rather than mystery. A lot of travellers visit the chapel to witness the miraculous image and gifts were offered in thanks for miracles worked.

Currently feeling: reflective

Hey fella’s it’s me Lowell, this is my first blog here in tabulas, so I'm kinda virgin, am I? I’m no blog techie but it’s quite a catch for me (if you know what I mean) to have it posted here. But I have to be prudent though. I’ve been kinda harsh on my blogsite that’s why I have to observe control and moderation here (this is tabulas anyway). *******, it’s been an addiction for quite sometime now. I really don’t know how it all began or what triggered me to be in that spot. I think it’s all about the wordplay, I assume. Nonetheless, I’m so much jovial to be into it. You see I’m having a great time (even if it eats chunk of my precious time) doing so. In short, I BENEFIT, and I mean A LOT. Self-fulfillment (I guess) drives me to get on the hook. The only downside (apart from the time deprived to my wifey, etc.) is when you worked on something really hard and eventually doesn’t pay off. It really drives me nuts! Not to mention those &*@#$%! That is so pathetic of me, isn’t it? Oh well, I don’t wanna spend my time here without expressing my thoughts in detail, it’ll be hard for me not to. And my affair with my PC has already been hours and I don’t wanna end up having Carpal Tunnel Syndrome without getting something out from this crap. How I wish my fluke tails infinity.

Currently listening to: summer breeze
Currently reading: teazperiments
Currently watching: spank
Currently feeling: awake