Saving Filipino Deer

The Calamanian Deer, Prince Alfred’s Spotted Deer and Philippine Brown Deer, all endemic to the Philippines, are threatened by deforestation and illegal poaching.

The Prince Alfred Spotted Deer was included on the International Union for the Conservation of Nature’s Red list of threatened species as having “endangered” status caused largely by habitat diminution and hunting pressure.

The 1985 survey on the decline of the Spotted Deer indicated that it is bound to be extinct in  09 percent of its breeding range,  according to Update correspondent Ysabel San Pedro.

A tentative management plan for development of 40000 hectares of forest areas  in the new Mt. Baloy National Park is being undertaken and funding efforts to launch the development of a captive breeding program are ongoing.

The breeding program is financed  by  Melbourne Zoo, San Diego Zoological Society and Silliman University in Dumaguete City , Philippines.

Published June 1991 issue, International Environmental Update

 A Shandwick Group Publication in New South Wales, Australia

LIDAR for Philippines

The US $ .036 million LIDAR, a technology transfer project from Australia , is being built by the Ateneo de Manila University young scientists, reports Update correspondent, Ysabel San Pedro.

The first Philippine made LIDAR (Light Detection and Ranging System) to be used I as a pollution device will be completed in 1992.

The project will consist of the ND-YAG (Neodymium-doped yttrium aluminum garnet ) laser as a transmitter, telescope as a receiver coupled with a detector for analysis and interpretation.

The LIDAR will scientifically monitor details such as the amount of pollution in terms of source, nature identification, type, number and degree of damage. It will function as a pollution index that will allow the city of Manila and its other metropolises to be compared with the pollution densities of Seoul, Jakarta, Washington D.C., and Paris.

The LIDAR is currently being tested for meteorological detection. This function will detect the amount of rain water in the clouds which can be seeded to control the amount of rainfall to prevent droughts brought about by the El Nino phenomenon around the globe.

International Environmental Update, June 1991
A Shandwick Group Publication in New South Wales, Australia

Pastoral Work with St. Therese Missions

I engage in pastoral work with St. Therese Missions each time 

I come home to Manila. You may wish to go to my Pages and 

click <My Work with St. Therese Missions> 

and <St. Therese Missions Album>

on the upper right navigation panel of this blog 

to view more pictures.

Remembering Mt. Pinatubo

I had the opportunity to personally sympathize
with the victims of Mt. Pinatubo eruption.
The volcano was dormant for 600 years.

My article about the survivors of Mt. Pinatubo published in Sarimanok

Nail Polish

At the fix-over parlor

Burring and buzzing of female bumble bees

sprayers and rollers fashion the hair

to be an artistic gismo.

All these kyoodle

was more of a sphygmoid make-over.

Heliothrope,  sap green,  buff,  ivory blue,

cadmium red, golden euchre, and lavender pink

nail shadows in pentel

complicates the rainbows

of aesthetic pastiche.

Comes to discover

the cosmetic booster

bulls-eyed the circumference

of wearing water-color polish

of the lady finger

atavistic  and coquettish

Surely a woman’s fail-side fetish.

Vas Deferens

Missile attack

countdown -8- 7- 6- 5- 4- 3- 2- 1-

rocks off!

Way-out into a convoluted cosmic space

was a braille page in red days

tantrum – rifely executed

conks out

sang- froid

nobody else could avoid.

Seminal science

vas deferens toward observed free-science

was insemination of artificial

information dis-ruptured of whole cloth

A noisome zap

blanket stitching the gap

of  nu- clear atomic molecule

as assasin’s allure.

We will wear come the future.

Crooked Talk

Tap…tap… tap…

Inside

I saw prying noses

owl-like spectacles

mouths reeking  archeological finds

streaked me bleached with polychromatic screens

Felt I was greatly corpulent  filled  with

fungus   feathered  moss

A stranger in reckless abandon

listening to hopscotch lectures of poetry and story

No more no less

Their unmeasured aloofness

Waylayed in suspension

I aligned myself in their single file

trying to catch the cadence run-on crippled

Till my professor took note of my smell

Told me to stand straight

I sputtered out my scent of rubberized rhymes

At last, her ear-wide smile says it all.

Tondo

Swatting flies flung into the rice

coffee indescribably brewed of urine tea

their croissants  crumbs of glued flour

their margarine was more like cooking lard

and the eggs were centuries’  brined

I slowly munched on the flies floured in

lard and brined to let it stay fresh

masticating every limp morsel

transfixed in the meal

tasting their pennies

the coppered skins toasted my pigments

finally, letting all of it 

hustled down in the dam

letting their gnarled palms touch me

rubbed me in Tondo.*

*core of slum empire in Manila, Philippines

Identity

Along the angler- track

I herded the river bank

wishing to rinse my sins sincerely.

I looked into the delphinian blue

stonefully pale I  slapped mud face to face

make the floor notice

but what I saw was ten centavo shingles

curdling in clusters oozing with  mulch

spitted saliva  to my dismay

when it stretched  the fishes yawned

and volleyed its spit into my eye.

Squatter

A flak of gunpowder molotovs

cobwebbed the pit mired in the warren

scaffolds or plywood and mud cakes

tornadoed  families  faceless

benign crags and scoriae

festooned  in the fetid winds

watch the shadows lambent

as it thaws in the tumid cyst

Candles  snuffed out

their birthdays blown-out.

The Ride

Toss, turn and tackle the ride

Hold still, let your breath fly

Up, up and away, you braced – turned aside

This is not Generation Y

Come have another pipe session

Disinter your guts, be wise

Unsettle yourself ,   go through the emotions

Don’t retch, Heaven Forbid

Take the winds with caution.

My friend, be intrepid!

It’s worth a joint,   never ask why

Or risk being insipid.

Hit yourself with a rock, never ask why

It’s as vivid as a kiss

Just take it all with a big man’s sigh

Shoot your head without a miss

Hold still, let your balls fly

To the max, pain,  pleasure ,  that’s practice

Toss, turn… yeah  go tackle the ride.

The Real Me

putrefying breath inhaled

morning air exhaled

it was a science

i could call a cycle

i am into this

it needs to be rolled on one cheek

and sucked in the other

an orgastic body

i am born with

together with the wind

we fly like clean clothes

swinging on their line

my moisted lips

parted to be made dry

i conquered the censure

as i drove deeper

into the white freeway

i  became red

as i saw an officer

swearing the truth

Futility

Alive,

I become everything

I most likely can be.

I paced through all the spaces,

I awake into the white.

It is not simple …

I am fated

to revolt

toward the truth

that could change me.

I am trudging

taking sunlight

into my embrace.

I am moving …

into my own being.

I sensed the kill,

the will of being,

it must be everything

of what living could be.

Hot Pursuit of Steam

Hot Pursuit of Steam by Ysabel SanPedro-Schuld, Asia Technology, Nov 1990

My article on geothermal energy was published in this 
Nov 1990 issue of Asia Technology. View my other AsiaTech articles
on PAGES at the right navigation panel of this blog.

Narra

As snow melts into rivers

and rain runs into the fields,

your eagle-spread branches

stared sky-high into the sun.

I could see you from a distance.

providing shade to the children.

learning how to rhyme and reason

to write and to rue their lots.

It was in this enclave

that you remain in mystery.

You are over 50 years old now.

My boy, yet you were not

afflicted with scoliosis

as well as disoriented by Alzheimer’s.

I see your brown rings

as well defined as possible,

your green mane as bushy as ever

your body as muscular as a wrestler.

You seem to have crow’s nest or two,

as well as a balding spot, too.

But it doesn’t bother you

as these kids engrave hearts into

your tummy like temporary tattoos.

Some embellished it with blood

and tears of happiness or sorrow.

You only hated

the jagged edge of my kitchen knife.

Normally, you do not mind a nick

but be piqued by a prick

since you are so bloody sensitive.

You came from a place tropical

and warm. They call you,  “Narra”

You serve as a good shelter

and excellent source of  lumber

(not to  mention a great swinger.)

People here respect you

defer to your  majesty.

Your spirit soars into the sea

into and over the heavens.

You grow into me, I into you –

I used to see you young and vibrant.

Now, you are a bit weary but wise

Narra, my name is still etched into you.

Thank you.

Tinian

Seventy-degree summer breeze

Coconut crabs. Hermit crabs

shed their suits,

as they saunter in the sunshine.

Magnolias and white daffodils

sway to the silence.

I could hear the murmuring

maidens masturbating

in their mirthful innocence.

Sea horses. Wild urchins.

Dwarf Octopuses. Mahi- mahi

Rainbow and Parrot fishes.

Blue Marlin and Blue lakes

All is here for us to feast.

Let us begin

Spear fishing and swimming into the hole

the underbellies of the midnight fire

entwine in the moon’s embrace.

Always applaud the waves

Once it rushes to welcome you.

Tinian

It’s light and dark

brooding moments

keep it alive.

See the Japanese smiling

As they catch a boatful

of babies in the ocean.

Drinking saki ,  eating sashimi

“Oishi”, they say

with their lobster leavened buddies

beaten to the bone.

They sleep in here forever

and forget themselves

in the wellspring of  the unconscious.

Scent of the Sea in Saipan

Relaxing at the beach in Saipan... cherished moment

Saipan Days

Worked as office secretary in Saipan.

Ysabel SanPedro-Schuld

Ysabel SanPedro-Schuld: Poet, Fictionist, Journalist, Banker, Mother and Wife

Uhaw na Pag-ibig (Buod o Synopsis)

Ang Filipino ay mahilig mangarap at isa sa kanilang pangarap ay ang mapabuti ang buhay. Isang paraan ay manirahan at maghanap nang mabuting trabaho  sa ibang bansa.

Ang “Uhaw na Pagibig” ay nagsasalaysay sa buhay nang isang Filipina. Siya si Vivian na  nagasawa at nabigo. Naghahanap nang tunay na pagibig na magbibigay sa kanya nang kasayahan at pinansiyal na securidad.

Ito ay halos hango sa tunay na buhay ni Vivian. Isang trenta’y kuwatro anos na babae  na nakatira sa siyudad nang Portland Oregon.

Si Vivian ay isang magiliw na ina sa kanyang mga anak at mabait na kaibigan. Marami siyang kapwa Filipina na tumulong sa kanya lalo na sa pagpasok sa trabaho isa dito sa United States Postal Office at sa AMF  Bowling Lanes.

Ang tanging kalbaryo niya ay ang ngalan nang pagibig. Ito’y wari’y pansamantala lamang o kaya mailap at  parang isang hayop na mahirap amuin.  Siya ay nananalig na balang araw ay makakamtan niya ang kanyang inaasam na kaligayan na madudulot nang pagibig na minimithi para sa kanya at sa kanyang pamilya.

Sinubukan niyang magsikap sa trabaho pero laging siyang natatalisod sa kanyang kahinaan.  Siya ay laging naghahanap, nangangapa ‘di mawari kung sasala sa init o sa lamig.

Ang kanya paulit ulit na pagkulong at alitan sa mga lalaki na nakakaugnay sa kanya ay ‘di niya waring matarok .

Dito nakasalalay ang misteryo nang kanyang kinabukasan. Si Vivian ay nakibaka sa mga lalaking naging bahagi nang kanyang buhay tulad ni Chris Anderson, na may anak siyang apat. Si Earl Cunningham, na may anak siyang isa. Si William at si Andre…

Kahit ano man ang tingin natin kay Vivian, huwaran o isang huwad na Filipino na binigyan nang pagasang mamuhay sa Amerika.  Huwag natin sana siyang husgahan .

Itong salaysay nang buhay ni Vivian ay nagpapakita na ang Filipino ay kailang gumising sa  katotohanan (maasim man o matamis o may halo man ) at maging matapang kahit anong kalbaryo o balakid ang  kanyang tinatahak o kanyang maaring haharapin.

Ang hirap sa ibang mga Filipino  parang si Icarus na mahilig lumipad at lumapit sa Araw dahil pag napaso na nang ilang ulit hindi parin madala.

Sana magbigay itong salaysay ni Vivian nang liwanag sa ating buhay at patuloy tayong tumulong sa ating mga kapos palad na mamamayan at wari’y tignan natin ang sarili sa salamin hindi para humusga nang mga pagkakamali  kundi para maintindihan nating ang ating  sarili at matutunan nating mahalin ito para tayo ay may sariling bait at mahal at takot sa Diyos.