The Complainant

This is perhaps normal for people who extended their adolescent stage and woke up one day, forced to act like an adult, and thrown into the world of the unknown. It wasn't normal for me to complain for the things happening in my everyday life, I grew up to accept all the tiny bits thrown my way. And then all of a sudden, boom! the opacity of life disappeared and I got to see through it and saw the crippled form in everything. Here are the list of things I complain about almost EVERY SINGLE DAY.

1. My brothers' messy stuff thrown all over the house.

I hate it when upon arriving at home, they'd leave their bags at the sala, used (and smelly) socks on the floor, and leaving their shoes wherever they feel like taking it off. Why the hell can't they just bring their stuff inside their rooms because I seriously do not care if their rooms looks like a storm had came to pass. Just please spare the sala. 

2. The unruly pedicab drivers in Marawi City.

Oh, Marawi City. I love my homeland, no doubt, that's why I struggled and did my best to get pulled out from Maguindanao and transfer my area of assignment here in Lanao del Sur to be able to enjoy the cool weather and the company of my family. BUT, everyday I am bombarded with unpleasant sights and experiences making Marawi a loathsome place to live in. For one, the unruly, choosy and abusive pedicab drivers. Our main means of public transpo here are pedicabs and jeepneys. They know nothing of road rules and etiquette. Oh, almost everybody here including jeepney drivers and even owners of private cars. Pedicabs are like parasites that infested the entire city (the cityhood of this place must be revoked) and even creeping into my beloved MSU. There are NO traffic lights and NO policemen to regulate the flow of the traffic. Sometimes, you can see policemen standing under the shade, watching the cars go by or try to regulate the traffic by waving their uncoordinated hands causing more knotting of the traffic. 

3. No proper disposal and collecting of garbage in Marawi City.

 Wherever you go, it is impossible not to notice mountain of stinky garbage and even spewed on the roads catching attention. I sometimes wonder where are the people that we have voted for public office. Where are those who promised to give their public service? Why are they not doing something about this? And why are the people so irresponsible to be just throwing their wastes wherever they want to? No shame, at all?  

In my own home, my father taught us since we were kids to separate our trash into biodegradable and non-biodegradable (true!!!). The biodegradables are thrown into a pit at our backyard and the non-bios are either recycled, burnt or sold to junk buyer passerbys.  

Our beloved public servants, how do you feel when you go out of your house and greeted by the stench of trash at the corner of your street? Do you just look and drive past it? No concern at all? 

4.  About my job as a Doctor to the Barrio in ARMM. 

I can probably write a whole novel about my job but let me start on how the DOH central office made us contractuals instead of having plantilla items which was enjoyed by senior DTTBs. Being on a contractual status bereft us of the benefits that we deserve including hazard pay in which we are fully entitled of. Our workload has no difference with that of our seniors, the only difference is that we are being treated unjustly by the agency which is supposed to take care of us considering that we are being fed to the lions in the geographically isolated areas in the country. 

Being a DTTB is worse due to the mandatory political ties in implementation of  the health programs but it is worst in ARMM. I am sorry to say this and to frustrate each and everyone who, like me, was very hopeful in trying to initiate change in the community. It appeared to me how powerful politics is, not just in the political arena per se, but in public agencies as well. Life in the Philippines revolves around dirty politics but worst in ARMM.

Almost a year later, being a doctor to the barrio is far from the fulfilling job I expect it to be. I was pulled out from my area in Maguindanao due to the erratic peace and order situation (political war) and I was subtly ousted by the local chief executive himself (aka Mayor) after defending my staff on our absence at the RHU during the heat of the midterm election period where firefight encounters occur almost everyday. Truth be told, nobody wants to risk his life for a nonsense reason (read: political greed). That untoward incident deserves a whole entry. Nevertheless, I got transferred to Lanao del Sur (Alhamdulillah!) in the comfort of home and of my family. I am still waiting for my next deployment. 

One year left for DTTB and I can plan my life again with my love. :)

               

Meet and Greet with the Aetas. :)

One of our subjects in our Master's program at the Development Academy of the Philippines is Social Marketing in relation to Health Systems. We conducted a practicum in the form of a medical mission at different far-flung barangays here in Luzon. Two groups went to Bulacan and the other two at Pampanga. After the activity, we were tasked to submit a reflection paper. Here's what I wrote. 

The recently concluded medical mission as part of our HSD Practicum under Social Marketing was something I wasn’t personally prepared for. Per instruction, we were only told to bring our stethoscope, sphygmomanometer and diagnostic set. Nevertheless, being a doctor to the barrio and having conducted multitudes of medical missions in our respective areas, we somehow know already how to do about it. Upon orientation, doubts and queries as to the intention of the medical mission slowly dawned on me. The relevance of the activity in relation to social marketing was a bit blurry, especially the timing of the medical mission now that it is election time. My idea of a social marketing practicum would be that, we, the students are the ones who would create or think of an activity by coordinating with different stakeholders to partner with. In the medical mission that we did, everything was laid down to us requiring only our presence and our service so I don’t see the essence of doing a practicum when we’re already honed in doing medical missions. When the specific flow of the activity including deworming and vaccination were raised to us, people began grunting because those services were already being given by the RHU. But we still went with the flow by waking up as early as 1AM to go to our respective areas.

Our patients patiently waiting in queue. 

Our group was assigned to Brgy. Nabuclod, Floridablanca, Pampanga. I never expected the place to be that far, perhaps because of the idea that Pampanga is a nearby province. To my surprise, it took us almost four hours to reach the area and much more I was surprised upon seeing the Indigenous People (IP) we would be providing health services for. During the whole activity, I believe there was inadequate coordination with some partners. We were told primarily that we will conduct it in a school for proper compartmentalization, however, we were informed when we were already there that we cannot utilize the school rooms due to a prior commitment. We conducted the medical mission in an open space where there is, well, a perfect view. There were notable flaws but we were able to manage. The number of patients did not meet our expectation, in fact we were expecting more. In other words, our services were not maximized. 

A typical Aeta family. Most of them are farming their lands to sustain their  basic needs. Some of them are able to go to school but rarely finishes high school until they get caught up in what seemed as "natural course of life"~~~having kids. 

Doctors at work. 

I was asleep inside the bus for most of the travel time so imagine my surprise upon opening the curtain to see this body of water greet my sleepy eyes! Lol! Yes, we crossed a "little" river to reach the area. 

Doctors to the Barrios and a member of the army who made sure of our security in the area. Thanks, Sirs! 

During consultation, I asked my patients if they have sought consult at their RHU prior to our arrival. Most of them have not been seen by a doctor due to the distance, their RHU is located at the town proper which is quite a number of kilometers from them. I can relate their situation to the patients I meet at my area of assignment in Talitay, Maguindanao. It was my first time to meet the Aetas and was pleased by their behavior around us. Unlike with other med missions I attended, the Aetas are not demanding as to the services we offered. They listened to our health advisories and participated in our "dagdag kaalaman" games. They seemed to be compliant patients as well. :)

 We may have been "forced by circumstance" to do the mission, but being too rational made us overlook the positive impact of our presence among our Aeta friends. There are instances when we should put our personal clamors aside and look at things at different perspective. Only then we can fully understand what is going on around us from a macro level. At the end of the day, all of my doubts as to the intent of the medical mission vanished leaving me with a fulfilled heart and a sense of joy. It was really nice to meet our Aeta friends. :)

P.S.
I owe you an article on my DTTB (doctors to the barrios) experience. It's been six months since I signed the contract with the Department of Health. :)

The Best Half

Hello there. Yes, I'm still here constantly thinking of blogging and after countless attempts, I finally mustered the courage to gather photos and hit the keyboards. Now don't blame me if this post consumes your time because I shall post a lot of photos to make up for my absence----uncollaged photos, these are. Heehee. Well, nothing philosophical, just some what's-going-on-with-my-life entry. My relationship with this blog is like an old friend with whom you kind of lost in touch with but you perpetually think how they've been but preoccupation with current important stuff eats your time and then you accidentally bump into each other somewhere down the road and go back to being good friends again as if time never passed. :)

So, since this entry is mainly about how my life has been and to give a sequel to my recent post about my wedding frets, well....here. Yes, I got married last March 9!! *insert kilig smile here* One of the most enormous mystery of my life is now revealed. 

Officially misis. (c) Doc Saino

With our families. (c) Val Candole

Back in my singlehood days, the man I'm going to marry has always been a mystery I never knew when to happen. Never did I expect that he will come around the time I was reviewing for the board exam, the most unlikely time to flirt around. Haha! It was a typical Meranao parental set-up, but lucky us, we find each other suitable for a spouse. Well, primarily I didn't think of it THAT way when I met him. We have a common first cousin (we are also blood related, his father is my third degree cousin on my Mom's side) who introduced us. But apparently, prior to our personal introduction, he met up with my parents first to subtly ask if he can  visit me. They (him and my cousin) visited me at the review center after a long negotiation, I was so much under pressure of passing the boards I need not anyone to bother me. But I give in to my cousin's plea, I sure didn't know he's with him. We had a relatively good conversation over dinner that our first meeting didn't end there. I learned that he's a CPA who works with the Philippine Embassy in Abuja, Nigeria as a finance officer. Since he was on a vacation and was scheduled to go back to work few days after our meeting, he frequented his visits without my cousin. No resistance came from me thinking that he's leaving soon and I must admit I enjoyed his company. I thought his last visit would be the last and when he leaves, no further communication will occur. I was wrong. Even we were continents apart, his overseas phone calls became persistent and regular until I find myself expecting it almost always. I kind of get used to it, and while I was driving myself crazy studying for the biggest exam of my life, he acted as a shock absorber listening to my rants and, in his own little ways, comforted me. While those things were happening, his parents were also communicating with my parents about the two of us getting married. It took time before everything was settled and I had to ask myself a hundred times if I want it too. Our parents obviously do. I prayed hard and asked for signs, and when I felt that my questions were answered, I wholeheartedly accepted the marriage. Choz. Andami ko pang chorva e 'noh? Obvious naman na like ko din siya. *winks*

In retrospect, I love our lovestory. Yes, I'm a fan of my very own lovestory. Haha! We are not boyfriends/girlfriends, but we allowed fate to work everything for us. There wasn't too much obstacles along the way making our story run smoothly. Everything I was praying for were answered. Alhamdulillah.

After the wedding, we had to make the most of our time together because he would be leaving again for Nigeria. We traveled around Mindanao from Marawi City (our home base) to Cagayan de Oro, Bukidnon, Davao City, Cotabato City and back to Marawi. During those travels, we slowly revealed the quirky and fun sides of each other. In him, I found the best travel buddy! :) 

Sipping his durian frappe in a non-beachy outfit under the sun at Samal Island, Davao City. 

Who goes to Davao without devouring durian, huh? Good thing we both love durian!! 

A month later, we fled to Manila to work on some of his papers at DFA main office while I also took a leave from my work to be with him. During one mundane afternoon, he suddenly thought of going to Baguio, telling me that he's been living in Manila most of his life but never had a chance to go the Summer Capital of the Philippines. As wanderlusts that we both are, we took the bus and off we go relying only on the internet for directions.

Overlooking the City of Pines at the terrace of SM Baguio.

The first name of the hotel that appeared on the search engine was Casa Vallejo which is located at the Upper Session Road. We checked in without thinking twice and off we walked down to main Session Road until we reached Burnham Park. I'm the kind of traveler who keeps an itinerary either in writing or in mind, while hubby goes for absolute spontaneity. We walked around wherever our feet brought us. 

Burnham River at night. 

Night market. 

We woke up to this chilly environment. I felt like I was in a non-tropical country. 

Waiting for our breakfast at Hill Station.

Energizing ourselves in preparation for a loooong day ahead.

Typical Baguio sights.

Our first stop was the Strawberry Farm at La Trinidad, Benguet. We were both excited to hand-pick strawberries that we did it like it was not our first time. Haha! 

From there, we went straight to Camp John Hays for lunch and did some window shopping. 

Since it was his first time in Baguio, it's a must for him to see Mine's view Park. 

Another must-have is a photo with the Igorot natives at Baguio Botanical Garden. Look at the oldies so cute with their peace-out hand sign!! :) 

Per Ate Diane's suggestion, we visited Tam-awan Village which reflects the culture of the different northern tribes. We had a lot of fun taking each other's photos. Haha! 

A typical Kalinga hut.

From the native Tam-awan Village, we drove to another mountain called Tuba in Benguet to visit BenCab Museum which houses modern sculptures and paintings. 

Our eyes feasted to these beautiful works of art contemplating on how they were made and the emotions of the artists who did them. 

"WAG MO DAMDAMIN ANG MGA BAGAY DAHIL ANG MGA BAGAY WALANG DAMDAMIN". 

Terracota.

I'm sorry I have a bad camera. :( 

At the basement of BenCab is a cozy restaurant called Cafe Sabel....

...which opens to this magnificent view! The most romantic place EVER.

What we loved about Cafe Sabel is that their food were purely 100% organic. They're preparing their herbs from a nearby garden that they maintain. We had minty pineapple frappe and mouth-watering basil pesto pasta which were both absolutely delicious! :)

From BenCab, we hurried to the bus station and went back to Manila. It was just a quick but worthwhile trip. We visited most of the must-see places in a day and a night. Greeaaaat!!! Looking forward to a lot more travel sprees with you, Jab! :) Inshaa Allah. 

Alhamdulillah for all the blessings that God has given me. I am truly grateful beyond words. Ya Allah, thank you for my family, my friends, my work, the travel opportunity with my husband, and thank you for bringing Jabar in my life. Please shower us with more of Your blessings as we walk Your earth worshipping You alone. With him, there's nothing I can ask for (handsome and intelligent children na lang. haha!). 

As of speaking time, he's now back in Abuja immersing with his work while I also do the same to shun missing his presence. I can only pray for God to give us strength to stand the distance and courage to face our future together. In God's perfect time, we will be together again. :) For now, BBM and Facebook na lang muna kami. Hehe.