Saturday, April 27, 2013

Educator’s Digest


2Rivers April 27 to May 3 Edition

This story originally appeared in Philippine Panorama, January 27, 2013

The ideal university is more than an academic institution. "I find it helpful to think of a university as a living thing, an organism, rather than an organization," says Fr. Bienvenido Nebres, S.J., in his paper, Institutional Leadership. Just like any animated being, a university should have "a principle of unity and direction, a principle of life, a spirit if you wish." The president of a university, to use the human brain as an analogy, is the prefrontal cortex, which "plays the central role in forming goals and objectives and then in devising plans of action," says Nebres, quoting The Executive Brain: Frontal Lobes and the Civilized Mind by Elkhonon Goldberg.

Crucial to effective leadership is "an image of the self," according to Fr. Nebres. "The first requirement for an educational leader then is a good feel, a sense of his university," he says. "I have often called this as having a feel for the principle of life of our institution."  It is important, Fr. Nebres says, to know its phase of growth, citing Adize's book Corporate Lifecycles. A university could be in its infancy, and "my goal must then be to plan for the next stage," says Fr. Nebres. If  it’s already on its venerable stage, like the Ateneo, "Then my planning demands looking for ways to bring back the vision and energy of youth” yet “remain faithful to what has made it successful." 

A university, just like humans, needs to be healthy. "A major goal, therefore, which a leader must always attend to is the over-all health of the university." This means focusing on the critical area of financing: moving from "wish lists to prioritized and do-able plans," says Fr. Nebres. The wise handling of a university's main resource, tuition fees, can spell the difference between academic excellence and mediocrity. "Grants and donations are icing on the cake and they are wonderful," says Fr. Nebres, "if you have the cake in the first place"

Making Pathways

Our world is radically transforming. "The implication of this new world of work where firms are compelled to be learning organizations in order to survive is that workers must be lifelong learners," says Prof. Cristina Damasco Padolina in her paper Making Pathways For and Creating The Future of Education.  The world has become "knowledge-intensive," she says, quoting the economist Peter Drucker from his one of his more more recent bestsellers, Managing The Future. We are now living in the (no longer proverbial) knowledge-based society. "Knowlege and the people skilled in its use are the coins of the realm," says Padolina, quoting Charles M. Vest, president of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. The winners who will emerge are those that feed on knowlege and create it, "using the principles of cybernetics, designed for fast change, which can learn, evolve and transform itself rapidly," says Prof. Padolina, quoting James Martin in Cybercorp. 

The imperative for educators, according to Prof. Padolina, is, first: to be equipped with both the inclination and skill for gaining knowledg. The second implication is that universities must rise to the challenge. "There are three characteristics of lifelong learning provisions: diverse, flexible and accessible," and they "are intertwined," says Prof. Padolina. "We need to look into short-cycle programs," which "provide students with convenient exit points,” which also serve as entry points." 

Another global phenomenon to consider is information technology. "Like the facets of a diamond that throws light in many directions," says Prof. Padolina, "the facets of IT as used in education provide various challenges and opportunities." There are practical applications, like flight simulators to train pilots, and "IT has definitely been shown to work for learning some kinetic skills," she says. One challenge is the application of human creativity," says Prof. Padolina. She quotes the broadcast legend Edward R. Murrow, whose words about radio are also appropriate for IT: "This instrument can teach; it can illustrate, yes, it can even inspire, but it can do so only to the extent that learners are determined to use to those ends." 

A more fundamental thing to think about IT is the kind of connections we are making, says Prof. Padolina, quoting from The Lexus and The Olive Tree by Thomas Friedman. "They can empower you to touch the lives of many people, but they can't tell you what to say at a PTA meeting, or why to say it."

Changing Vision

The last 50 years have changed life as we know it more than the last 500. In the air hangs a sense of more things to amaze us. "They will come from out of the blue, from out of an inchoate set of premises; they will be, as it were, 'un-anticipatable' changes," says former Education Undersecretary Victor Ordoñez, in his paper The Changing Vision and Mission of Higher Education Research Amidst Globalization

The speed and volume of information going around the world is irreversible, affecting everything, including higher education. "The challenge is to assure that this momentum leads to mutual respect, understanding and benefits to all," says Usec. Ordoñez, and not to "paradoxically, a retreat to confrontational isolationism, under the perverse disguise of protecting local identities." A new vision for education is needed to adapt to this interdependent world.  In this context, Usec. Ordonez has unique perpectives, with his stints at the UNESCO and the Honolulu-based think tank East-West Center.  These "triggers of inspiration" gave him fresh insights: There is a great need to do university research collaboratively; the agenda is becoming more driven by policy makers; research should be inter-disciplinary; and "research must focus on effectiveness issues, rather than efficiency issues." 

Computers, he reminds us, did not come from typewriter-makers. "As the huge ship of university systems in our countries navigates around the icebergs of cataclysmic changes," he says, admirably concluding his speech with a scene from Titanic, "my plea is that we do not fritter our time away by re-arranging our furniture and concentrate on navigating and saving our ship."





Friday, April 26, 2013

Huggybear's Favorite Dingdong Avanzado (English) Songs


To Love Again


Wish I Could



Photo courtesy of jiggsv3x.multiply.com 


Huggybear's Favorite Ariel Rivera (English) Songs


A Smile In Your Heart


Without Your Love



Photo courtesy of Wikipedia.org 



Huggybear's Favorite Rockstar 2 Songs



Sumpa


Wala Pa Ring Iba 


Mahal Kita Alam Mo Ba 


Ika'y Mahal Pa Rin 


I'm Sorry My Love


Bakit Kaya


Nagbabakasakali


Villa Quintana


Bakit



O Bakit Ba


Nang Siya'y Mawalay


Patawarin Mo


Ibibigay Ko


Saturday, April 20, 2013

Fisherboy (11 of 11)


April 20-26

Fisherboy: Imaginarily Directed By Ishmael Bernal
A Story by Jonathan Aquino (11 of 11)

The funeral was on the street in front of the wooden village council hall. The entire town was there, scattered on tables stretching across the dirt road. Most of the menfolk were drinking lambanog, and everybody else seems to be playing cards. There were two sealed coffins. Jay and Bugoy were seated on the borrowed monoblock bench.
"Kuya Jay," cried the young boy, "my father is gone!"
Jay had his arm around Bugoy. There was nothing he can say to take away the pain. "He didn't listen to mother! To Kuya Orlando!"Bugoy cried bitterly. "If only..."
Jay was looking at the crowd. "Where are Kuya Orlando's relatives?"
"He didn't have any," answered Bugoy, sniffing, wiping his nose with his sando. "He came back from Manila, I don't know, maybe two years ago. His father had a stroke, so he took care of him. Then he died. Kuya Orlando didn't want to go back to Manila, didn't even want to talk about it. So he stayed and went to work for my father."
"I still remember what he told us," said Jay, eyes misting."
"I won't forget them!" Bugoy almost shouted. "I'm going to finish school! When I get rich, I'm going to take my mother away from here!"

Prudy arrived then, breathless.
"Tsong!" cried Jay, rushing to embrace him.
"Oh Jay, thank God you're not hurt!" he said, holding the boy tight.
Jay was crying.
"Jay, what's wrong?" the old bachelor asked, alarmed.
"Tsong!" the boy cried, holding on to him like a drowning soul. "I want to go home!"




The years quickly passed. Prudy had put up a mini-grocery and became a softdrinks dealer. Jay was now freshman at FEU. One day, Prudy fetched Jay from school so the young man could accompany him to the bus station. Prudy was going to his hometown in Ilocos to sell his share of the riceland he had inherited.
"You've grown up so handsomely, son!" Prudy beamed, as they strolled around the station, happy in each other's company.
"Tsong, I don't think I ever told you..." Jay said, embracing the man who had become the father he never had. "Thank you..." Jay was crying. "Thank you for...everything...If not for you, I don't what would have happened to me..."
"I should be the one thanking you, son!" Prudy. "You brought so much happiness to my life!"
"I know now why you let me become a fisherman," Jay told him, looking into the old man's eyes. "You want me to experience that life, you want me to learn from it, to realize...Tsong, if I had known then what I knew now, Kuya Orlando would still be alive, and Bugoy would still have a father!"
Prudy lovingly held the young man's face in hands. "Remember, son," he said, "whatever happens, I'll always be proud of you!"

Jay didn't leave the station until the bus did. It was disappearing in the distance when the city lights came to life. The sun had set when Jay turned and began walking home.



THE END 



Huggybear's Short Films Episode 9: Fuente Osmeña Cebu City


Friday, April 19, 2013

Huggybear's Favorite Guy Sebastian Song



Angels Brought Me Here




"It's been a long and winding journey
But I'm finally here tonight
Picking up the pieces
And walking back into the light

Into the sunset of your glory
Where my heart and future lies
There's nothing like that feeling
When I look into your eyes

My dreams came true
When I found you
I found you
My miracle

If you could see what I see
That you're the answer to my prayers
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel
You would know
It would be clear
That angels brought me here

Standing here before you
Feels like I've been born again
Every breath is your love
Every heartbeat speaks your name

My dreams came true
Right here in front of you
My miracle

If you could see what I see
You're the answer to my prayers
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel
You would know
It would be clear
That angels brought me here

Brought me here to be with you
I'll be forever grateful
Forever thankful..."

(Photo courtesy of reecodesource.com )



Huggybear's Favorite Survivor and Jimi Jamison Songs



The Moment of Truth
(Theme From "The Karate Kid") 





Ever Since The World Began 
Jimi Jamison
(Theme from "Lock-Up") 









Eye of The Tiger 
(Theme from "Rocky") 




The Search Is Over 



(Photo courtesy of LyricPond.com)



Huggybear's Favorite Rachel Alejandro (English) Song



Somebody Waiting



I've kept you in my heart
And ev'ry hour that we're apart
The tears have shown rolled into years alone
Alone I've come to be somebody waiting

Promise me as you travel each mile
You'll think of me ev'ry once in a while
I feel the sunshine in the warmth of your smile
'Til then remember me, somebody waiting

Without you nights are long
No one to sing my bedtime song
The times I've known counting the stars alone
Alone I've come to be somebody waiting

Promise me as you travel each mile
You'll think of me ev'ry once in a while
I feel the sunshine in the warmth of your smile
'Til then remember me, somebody waiting...

(Photo courtesy of maniadb.com)



Huggybear's Favorite Tyler Collins Song


Thanks To You


Thank you for teaching me how to love
Showing me what the world means
What I've been dreamin' of
And now I know, there is nothing that I could not do
Thanks to You

For teaching me how to feel
Showing me my emotions
Letting me know what's real
From what is not
What I've got is more that I'd ever hoped for
And a lot of what I hope for is
Thanks to you

No mountain, no valley
No time, no space
No heartache, no heartbreak
No fall from grace
Can't stop me from believing
That my love will pull me through
Thanks to You

Oh... There's no mountain, no valley
No time, no space
No heartache, no heartbreak
No fall from grace
Can't stop me from believing
That my love will see me through
Thanks to You
Thanks to You

For teaching me how to live
Putting things in perspective
Showing me how to give
And how to take
No mistake
We were put here together
And if I break down
Forgive me but it's true
That I am aching with the love I feel inside
thanks to you , thanks to you ...


Saturday, April 13, 2013

Fisherboy (10 of 11)


April 13-19

Fisherboy: Imaginarily Directed By Ishmael Bernal
A Story by Jonathan Aquino (10 of 11)

The next day, the fishermen already on the shore applauded as Berto's boat landed. They all rushed to pull the heavy net. It was bursting with fish. 
"Oh, Mang Berto!" gushed Sendong giddily. "It feels like hitting the Sweepstakes!"
Orlando had been grimly silent.

Berto strolled towards Temyong who'd just reached shore. "Well, kapitan?" he asked, not without a hint of gloating as he eyed the puny catch on the boat.
"Yeah, I know it looks pathetic compared to yours," Temyong told him, as he and Jay rested from dragging the boat. He looked at the boy at the other side. "But it's enough for us," he said.
 Jay smiled.
 Temyong smiled back and turned to Berto.
"And I sleep better at night!"


The water was calm and unbelievably blue.
"It's your fourth day as a fisherman, Jay," smiled Temyong. "What can you say so far?"
"It's good," said the boy, "but hard. But I'm getting used to it, Tatay Temyong!" He paused, not knowing how to say it. "Uh, Tatay Temyong? Can I ask you something?"

There was an explosion.

On the far distance, the water was churning beside a boat with three laughing men.
"Our friends are celebrating the New Year," Temyong said wryly. "Go on, Jay, what is it?"
"Well," the boy said hesitantly, "I notice that you can really catch a lot more if..." He trailed off, embarrassed.

Another explosion.

"You know, Jay," explained the fisherman, "when you use dynamite, you also blow away their hatchings. Pretty soon, there be anything left to catch."

Explosion.

"Oh," was all Jay could say.

Another explosion.

Then screams of alarm.

Jay looked behind. Blood drained from face as he saw the burning wreckage of what used to be a boat.

"Hurry, Jay!" shouted Temyong, paddling furiously towards the floating pyre. "Faster!"

"Kapitan!" screamed Sendong who was nearest them. "That was Mang Berto's boat!"

Temyong was stunned, momentarily paralyzed.

"Mother of God," he whispered.

"Tatay Temyong!" said Jay, crying shamelessly, "Kuya Orlando is in that boat!"



To Be Continued Next Saturday Night On The 2Rivers Saturday Evening Posts
(Photos courtesy ofecop.pbworks.com)



Huggybear's Short Films Episode 8: Cebu Metropolitan Cathedral




Directed by Huggybear
(March 3, 2013)






Saturday, April 06, 2013

Fisherboy (9 of 11)


April 6-12

Fisherboy: Imaginarily Directed By Ishmael Bernal
A Story by Jonathan Aquino (9 of 11)


Temyong got down the boat and waded to shore like Douglas McArthur during the Leyte Landing. He looked back.
"Stay in the boat, Jay!" he commanded.
The boy nodded anxiously, gripping the paddle as if his life depended on it.

"Lucio's the son of the owner of the cockpit arena in town," said Sendong.
"Yeah, I remember him," said Temyong as he reached solid ground.

"Good afternoon, kapitan!" greeted Lucio. He was holding a shoebox.
"Good afternoon to you, as well," nodded Temyong. He surveyed the assembled men. "I didn't know there was a rally!" he quipped. "Elections are still far away. I don't see any fighting cocks so I guess there's no tupada!"
"I bring you good news, kapitan!" declared Lucio. "Good news for all of you!" His smile took them all in. "Kapitan," he said, turning to Temyong, "do you know what's inside this box?"
"Shoes?"
Lucio smiled as some of the men chuckled nervously. "This," he said, taking off the lid, "is the answer to your prayers!"

Inside the box were sticks of dynamite.

Temyong's face darkened as the air crackled with tension. "Don't tell me you are serious, Lucio," he said with quiet venom.
"Lucio's right, kapitan!" said Berto, Bugoy's father, coming forward. "If we use dynamite, we'll catch more fish!"
Orlando struggled to the front. "That's dangerous, Mang Berto!" he warned. He turned to Temyong. "Kapitan, I've been trying to tell them that if we use dynamite--"
"Then you will catch more fish!" Lucio cut in. "Mang Berto is right!"
"While our lives are in danger?!" challenged Orlando.
"You're too superstitious, boy!" Lucio said dismissively.
"What's superstitious about being blown away anytime?!" Orlando was relentless.
"Why would you set it off on the boat?!" asked Lucio. "Light the wick and then you throw it overboard!"
"It's still dangerous!" Orlando insisted.
Lucio was shaking his head condescendingly. "You know, that's the kind of mentality that keeping you poor!" he said. "Here is your chance to make your life easier!"
A murmur of approval came from the crowd.
"Not only that!" said Lucio, playing the gallery. "You can double, even triple, your earnings!"
The crowd was becoming excited.

Orlando and Temyong exchange glances.

Lucio was on a roll. "Am I right, my friends?!"
A chorus of acclaim.
"Look, fellows," said Orlando looking around, "let's not put our lives in danger! Think about what could happen!"
"He's right!" said Lucio.

Orlando whirled towards him, stunned.

"Think about what could happen!" Lucio told the crowd, nodding. Pause. "You'll all gonna be rich!"

The crowd exploded with cheers for Lucio.

Bugoy broke through the crowd. "Father, Kuya Orlando is right!" he pleaded, crying, clinging to Berto's arm. "That's dangerous!"
"Shut up, Bugoy!" scolded Berto. "Don't meddle with adults!"
Orlando went to Temyong as the crowd was growing wild. "Kapitan," he said, his eyes pleading. "Talk to them!"
"Kapitan," said Berto.

The crowd parted so Temyong and Berto came face to face.

"I respect you, kapitan," said Berto quietly. "You know how I've always valued your counsel. You're the godfather of my son." He sighed. "But this time, the future of my family comes first!"
Temyong was silent. Finally, he said, "I agree with Orlando, Berto. No dynamite will ever come to my boat." He took a step and placed a hand on Berto's shoulder. "Old friend," he said softly, "will you change your mind?"
"I've decided,kapitan." Berto turned to his young helper. "Orlando, we'll be using dynamite starting tomorrow, do you understand?!"


To Be Continued Next Saturday Night On The 2Rivers Saturday Evening Posts
(Photos courtesy of SamanaPeninsulaOnline.com)




Excerpts From The Stories of Jonathan Aquino aka Huggybear


From The Inspirational Essay "The Courage of Your Convictions" which originally appeared in Philippine Panorama in 2011

It’s nice to be who I am: a young man with no hang-ups or insecurities. I love positive interactions. I attract the company of independent-minded people, and nobody intimidates me. I’m so bohemian there’s no malice in my life. Maybe that’s why back fighters hate me, hmmm. I don’t feel envy, which some thinks is a sign of being mental, instead I go the other way – I celebrate other people’s achievements through my blog

(Photo of Huggybear Taken March 2013 In Lahug City, Cebu)