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Daet, Camarines Norte, Philippines has been bestowed the title as the “Gateway to Bicolandia”. Majority ( 93% ) of the population are followers of the Roman Catholic church while the rest of the people’s faith are divided by several Christian groups such as, Iglesia Filipina Independiente or Aglipayan church, Iglesia Ni Cristo ( INC ), Baptists, Methodists, Mormons, Jehovah’s Witnesses, Seventh-Day Adventists and others.
St. John the Baptist church, also known as Parroquia de San Juan Bautista was established in 1611 making it one of the first churches in Camarines Norte built by the Franciscan friars and one of the region’s oldest.
The Roman Catholic Diocese of Daet is located in the capital town Daet in the Ecclesiastical province of Camarines Norte, Philippines with the jurisdiction over the province and to the Archdiocese of Caceres. It was created by Pope Paul VI on May 27, 1974.
Camsur Watersports Complex ( CWC ) is a cable ski/wake park facility in the country. It is the center of Philippine wakeboarding. The sport is a combination of water skiing, snowboarding and surfing techniques.
Camarines Sur is now considered a prime tourist destination for this genuine water sports adventure.
These units can be rented by tourists having a great time at the watersports facility.
dogs were howling
as if the spirits have invaded the neighborhood
then they growled
as if thieves have attacked a home
then they moaned
as if there's a dying woman that has been slashed in the neck
this is not a dream
i am awake
it's 3 a.m. and i am awake.
lizards on the ceiling were crawling upside down
then he let his tongue gripped a mosquito
his throat ballooned and the little insect
was down inside his throat
barking dogs in unison
tiny barks of puppies born outside of wedlock
large barks of adults alternating
then i heard a window crashed somewhere
i stood up from bed
gazed outside the window
saw nothing unusual
except my shorts were down on my knees
that was not mine, it's my mother's
the maid mixed it up arranging them
it's 3:30 a.m. and i was still awake
it was so quiet and in a minute there was light
from heaven and it sparked repeatedly
then there was rumbling, cracking of the heavens
as if the gates of thy kingdom come divided
then there were marble-sized drops of rains
on the roof falling so hard and so long
then the lights went out
the refrigerator started to be quiet
the electric fan stopped being a fan
it started to stand like a steel toy
like a ship's engine that grinds
and powers it to float and sail
my world started to see the big ball of fire
looking through my window
i heard chickens, fighting cocks crowing
then dogs again were barking
then the cats that strayed
then the engines of vehicles, trucks, cars, etc.
then the radios blared
then the sounds of people everywhere
this must be heaven !
Is this hell? ...
September morn has broken !
bits of chronicled garbage pile of filthy trash scattered all around the area hills and mounds of unborn agenda feel like sweeping it all clean burning them all, where do i begin
dried leaves of an abandoned great summers messy crumpled and unused bonds of papers electric fans’ blades resting at the far corner diplomas of heroes hanging in a lazy cluster
litters of menthol cold candy wrappers empty boxes of bath soaps used by actors immaculate run-down panty shields under the bed damaged and forsaken biscuit boxes left for dead
golden counts of unused tooth brushes smudged by time under the kitchen cabinet hiding from a crime carved cockroach bite on destitute boxes of English pasta dozens old magazines fossilized by a forgotten era
now a fallen iron these rusty guns on the floor these might have killed a thousand and a lot more these killing bullets of yore should have exploded then so nothing from the past could be used for the present
these olden things of ancient times, these stuffs and belongings garbage for others, a memory for some, a treasure for the keepers stories behind them were not known to many let time decides their future, their saga, their continuing story…