ICKAGRAPHS' Calligraphy Workshop Schedules

Hello! Listed below are schedules of my upcoming workshops.  If you wish to register, kindly click on the link found below the headings.

Thank you and I hope to see you soon!

NEW!!!
The District (IMUS, CAVITE) Modern Calligraphy Class - Pointed Pen - SEPT 19, 2015 
http://goo.gl/forms/0pMviKnLOL 

(MAKATI) Modern Calligraphy Workshop - Pointed Pen - AUGUST 22, 2015
http://goo.gl/forms/i3dDequz2X

(DAVAO) Modern Calligraphy Workshop - Pointed Pen - JULY 25, 2015
http://goo.gl/forms/WvVQxO8BEj

(ALABANG Modern Calligraphy Workshop - Pointed Pen - JULY 18, 2015
http://goo.gl/forms/kBmZXlzM7c

(ALABANG) Modern Calligraphy Workshop - Pointed Pen - JUNE 20 & 27, 2015
http://goo.gl/forms/yOJNVkVz5n

July and August Workshops

Hello everyone! Here are the links to my July workshops and survey form for my August workshops in Makati, Alabang and Sta.Rosa.

JULY 18, Alabang
http://goo.gl/forms/kBmZXlzM7c

JULY 25, Davao (9AM - 6 slots, 1PM - full)
http://goo.gl/forms/WvVQxO8BEj

AUGUST Workshop Survey Form (Makati, Alabang, Sta. Rosa)
http://goo.gl/forms/pc5D0uDsdo

Thank you and I hope to see you in one of my workshops!


Icka Santos
@ickagraphs
@ickas sapanti ako sa

Modern Calligraphy Workshop - Registration

Hello Everyone!

I am temporarily using my old blog to post links to my workshop schedules. As of today, I have 3 group workshops lined up.  Click on the links below to register.

June 27, 2015(3 slots left) 1PM to 4PM
Gymboree Westgate, Alabang -
http://goo.gl/forms/O840Z2jZ9v

July 25, 2015 9AM - 12PM or 1PM to 4PM (All slots are filled)
Caffe Firenzo Damosa, Davao
http://goo.gl/forms/WvVQxO8BEj

If you have any questions, you may email me at msickasantos@gmail.com 😊

Keeping the Faith

Quiet time reflection from Pastor John Piper’s sermon entitled “I Have Kept the Faith” (http://www.desiringgod.org/resource-library/sermons/i-have-kept-the-faith)

Did I live my life well this 2013?  Will Jesus Christ say “…well done, good and faithful servant”?

Paul’s criterion for success is so different from what I and many people believe to be what true success is.  In 2 Timothy 4:7, he says “I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.”  Paul’s measure of success in his life was not his accomplishments but on how he had kept his faith.

Pastor John Piper writes that when you have faith in somebody it means that:

1.  You take them at their word

2.  You count on them to live up to what they say

3.  You trust their counsel

4.  You have confidence in their promises.

Faith in Jesus Christ is therefore faith in His word.  We must have confidence in Christ’s death, resurrection and power – that through His death our sins were forgiven; that whoever believes in Him shall have eternal life and; that His grace is sufficient for me.  Most Christians would say this but still act as though much of what Jesus promised us is untrue.  If that is true then we are not trusting Him.

Fighting the good fight and finishing the race is not always easy.  It is not easy because we still have the tendency to trust ourselves and not God.  Instead of trusting Him, we try to lean on our own understanding and to seek our own glory. 

Keeping the faith is a lifelong task.  We can’t expect to run a race halfway or to give up a fight and still think of getting a prize at the end.  Revelation 2:10 says that, “Be faithful unto death and I will give you the crown of life.”

Looking back at 2013, I have come to realized that I wasn’t consistent in keeping my faith.  The latter part of the year, especially the last 4 months, was a very difficult time for me and my family.  I struggled with a lot of things and kept my depression hidden from a lot of people.  But the Lord is good and He didn’t give up on me.  He surrounded me with good people who speak of God’s love for me and I thank God for that every day.

As I start this new year, Lord I pray that I may enter and end this year as a victorious fighter.  Someone who would fight the good fight and finish the race…someone who would trust Jesus Christ for all His word.

#Verse2014 #KeepingtheFaith

My Night As A Basurera

After hearing about the volunteer operations at Villamor Airbase, the teachers and staff at my workplace decided to dedicate one day of this week to sign up as volunteers.  My sister showed me a picture on Facebook about “Nanay Bayanihan” at Villamor and was able to get in touch with one of the organizers of that group.  She was very excited about us being Gymboree teachers because the kids who usually visit or are brought to their station were from 0-2 years of age.  Since space was limited at the base for us, we decided to prepare for activities that can be done in a small area.  We packed up our parachute, bubbles, a few of our musical instruments and a box full of art kits that the older kids can enjoy. 

A day before our scheduled shift, because we signed up via www.villamorvolunteers.eventbrite.com, one of the organizers of “Nanay Bayanihan” informed us that we should contact the main organizers of the relief operations because we’re an organized group volunteering for the event.  I asked her who the main organizers are and she mentioned that it’s one of the army wives. 

Army wives? Huh? I thought this was headed by a private group?

Anyway, I informed her that our group already signed up online and was able to “purchase” our tickets and that we’ll just help out in any way that we can.  We signed up because we wanted to volunteer and not because we wanted recognition for our school.  She thanked me and apologized for the inconvenience and mentioned something about red tape.  At that time, I thought the red tape was concerning our school not being recognized for volunteering.

Our group signed up for two shifts, 8pm to 3am and 2am to 9am.  Yes, we went a little overboard but we all thought that there would be less people who would volunteer for the graveyard shift so we decided to go for it.  I only lasted until 12:30am.  Here’s why:

Our group arrived at Villamor in 3 groups. Group 1 consisted of me, my mom and one of our church friends; Group 2 was Teacher Tet, Teacher Jackie and Ate Suzy (one of our teacher aides); Group 3 was Teacher Pisha (our managing director) and two former teachers (Chrissie and Karmina).  Group 1 arrived at 7:40pm, Group 2 at 8:10pm and Group 3 at 9:00pm.  We all thought that we’d end up in the same place even though we arrived at different times because we all signed up for Nanay Bayanihan (except for my mom and her friend who volunteered as counsellors).  You see there are 10 groups in Oplan Salubong:

• Marshalling – people who welcome the survivors from the plane or bus; they are tasked to form a human barricade and to clap until their hands bleed (because we want the survivors to feel welcomed); they also make sure that the family they assign themselves too get food, clothes, relief goods and a ride home to their relatives or the tent city
• Medical - pwede ka lang dito kung alam mo ang ibig sabihin ng “Trendelenburg Position”
• Registration – their job is to list down the names of the volunteers and assign them to the appropriate groups
• Counselling – headed by the DSWD social workers they train the volunteers to debrief the survivors; they are the only ones who are ALLOWED to talk to the survivors about their ordeal
• Day Care – they prepare activities for the kids and distribute toys to the survivors; Nanay Bayanihan is included in this group and they provide a place where nursing mothers can breastfeed their children in a quiet environment 
• Food – They have no cooking facilities set-up at Villamor so all the food given to the survivors are already packed; this group is assigned to distribute the food packs once the survivors are brought to their block
• The marshalls divided up the grandstand into 8 different blocks so that it’ll be easier to manage the groups of survivors that come in.
• Clothes/Ukay-Ukay – once the survivors are settled in their block, this group goes around with big plastic bags of clothes and they help out the survivors pick out clothes; Talo nila ang salesladies sa SM sa pagpili ng mga damit for them
• Oplan Hatid – the most expensive of all the groups because they drive the survivors right to the doorstep of their relatives
• Relief Packing – I didn’t get to see this group but they’re located in the gymnasium and according to one of my groupmates last Wednesday, that place is ginormous

Last, but not the least, a newly created group

• Clean-up

Guess, where I got assigned? 

CLEAN-UP!

You’re probably wondering why I ended up as a basurera.  You see when we registered at the Registration Area, they didn’t assign people according to the group they signed up for.  “As needed” ang instruction sa kanila.  So, if they needed 10 people to be marshals, they’ll get the 10 names from their file and assign them to be marshals.  I didn’t really mind being part of the clean-up crew, I would’ve been happy to be assigned in any of the groups but I thought it was such a waste that we would not be able to do the activities that we prepared for the kids.  Since our group arrived at different times, we also had different groups.  Group 1 – Clean-up, Group 2 – Marshalling and Group 3 – Registration.

What exactly does the clean-up crew do?  We picked up every piece of trash in and outside the grandstand.  Sounds easy right? HINDI! ANG HIRAP NIYA!  Why?  We didn’t have cleaning supplies with us, had limited trashbags (2 rolls lang), and had to haul each bag of trash to the garbage truck which was 500 meters away from the grandstand.  Imagine my mom doing this!  She was angry because she didn’t have her cleaning materials with her.  My mom and one of my sisters are clean-up freaks.  Kung alam lang naming maglilinis kami eh di dinala na naming si iMop!  We were originally 15 in the group but after 30 minutes, half of our group “escaped” their duties and pretended to be marshalls and food distributors.  Ganun kahirap yung work namin, nag-give up yung mga college students na kasama namin.  Ok lang sana mag-clean up after the survivors pero ang hindi ko na take ay ang pag-utos sa akin nung isang marshall to pick up a yellow plastic bag underneath their table.

So what did I say?

“Ok, bring it here and place it inside the garbage bag.” 

By that time, our shift was about to end and one of my new friends, Chum, and I decided to call in new people to replace us.  We had to extend our shift for a few minutes because nobody wanted to be in the clean-up crew.  They were able to get 11 volunteers after 30 minutes.  Two of them were doctors and 5 of them were nursing students.  Kawawa naman sina doktora at pinagpulot ng mga basura.

We regrouped with our remaining crew and that was the first time I saw my mom in three hours. She got preoccupied with a family of survivors and found out that the mom has a brother who lives near Jollibee Molino.  That’s 10 minutes away from our house!  She was able to talk to the social worker assigned to the family and signed up for Oplan Hatid so we can bring the family home.

Sonny and Kristina are from Tanauan, Leyte and they have a 1.5 year old son and a 2 month old daughter.  Mommy, Ate Grace and I had to fight back tears as we listened to how they got through the typhoon.  I asked them if they were given warnings by the local government and they said yes.  That is why they were at the hospital when the typhoon hit.  Unfortunately, the storm surge was huge and the hospital’s first floor, which everyone thought was safe from it, was swallowed up by seawater.  Kristina said that current was so strong that she lost hold of her daughter and dove underwater to look for her.  Thank God she was able to grab hold of her daughter’s leg!  Their son at that time was with her in-laws and they were so afraid that he perished under the typhoon that they left the hospital in the midst of the storm to look for him.  According to them there were 2-3 waves of the storm surge.

I then asked them if they were able to receive relief bags before landing in Manila.  They said they only got the relief bags from the government 2 days ago.  These relief bags contained 2 kilos of durog-durog NFA rice, 2 packs of noodles and 3 expired cans of sardines.  There were already bubbles when they opened the cans.  The horror doesn’t end here.  They had to pay 5 PESOS for that relief bag!!! Why? According to the people at the municipal hall, that’s to cover for the gas of the relief truck.  HAAAAAH?!  I asked them how they survived: by eating biscuits and drinking water given by the foreigners.  That’s when they decided that they should leave Leyte and go to Manila.

Sonny’s brother still had his motorbike with him so he was able to drive the family to Tacloban airport.  It was an expensive ride because gasoline was priced at Php200 per liter.  Sonny and Kristinaa, together with their two kids, braved the dust and the rain for two days at Tacloban airport.  They had no shelter and you can see the evidence of that on their sunburnt arms and faces.  Kristina had no more breastmilk because they were only eating biscuits and drinking water so the baby’s voice was already hoarse from crying.  She told me that there was still a long line of people at the airport when they left.  She had to cry and beg an American soldier to allow her and her family to ride the plane because the 6pm plane was already full.

I couldn’t recall the questions that I asked both of them but what I do remember was that they said that there were more than 5,000 dead bodies in Tanauan and more than 10,000 in Tacloban.  “Ang dami po talagang patay, kahit saan ka tumingin may patay at mabaho na po talaga.”  Sonny said people were killing each other there because they’re hungry.  “Wala nang gobyerno.  Wala nang batas dun. Nagpupugutan na ng ulo yung iba dun kaya natakot na talaga kami.”

Our conversation ended there because we arrived infront of the house of Kristina’s kuya.  It was a wooden shack and Kristina even apologized to us because there was no electricity.  They were given a lot of relief bags from Oplan Salubong so I helped the men unload the stuff.  I almost cried when I saw the face of Kristina’s kuya because tears were running down his face.

The whole time they were thanking us and apologizing for the inconvenience they caused us.  Actually, all of the survivors we attended to at Villamor Airbase were all thankful for all the help that is being extended to them.  I didn’t see any of them scramble for food, clothing or relief goods.  The children patiently waited for the volunteers to give them toys.  And as I look back at my night as a basurera,  I am ashamed to say that I hesitated when I volunteered to be part of the clean-up crew.

The Lord gave me the humblest job in the volunteer work and now I understand why.  It was by divine appointment that the Lord led us to Sonny and Kristina.  If my mom and I arrived late at Villamor, we would not have been assigned as part of the clean-up crew.  If I insisted in bringing my older sister’s car then we would not have enough room to bring them home to their family.  If my mom was not a “pakielamera”, she would not have met Kristina. 

Listening to Sonny and Kristina’s ordeal made me realize more how blessed I am.  That my family is still complete, I have a bed to sleep in at night, money to spend on food and things that I want… All of these we take for granted and we forget to thank the Lord for. 

Sonny, Kristina and all the other evacuees still need our help.  I encourage you to volunteer at Villamor Airbase not only because it’s the right thing to do or because your friends are doing it but because it is not an outflow of love that you have for our Lord. 

God bless you and I hope to see you at Villamor!


* If you would like to help out Sonny and Kristina's family.  You may reply to this post or text me at 09178681693.  Any help would be appreciated. :)

A Love Letter to My Mom

Dear Mom,

I praise God that He has given me and my siblings the best kind of mother a person could ever have.  You have always been my inspiration and I cannot imagine going through all the good and bad times without you. 

Whenever I’m sick, you would do everything to make me feel better. Even if that means rushing to the drugstore in your pajamas, feeding me with the use of a medicine dropper or stocking up our pantry with cans of SPAM.

If I have a competition in school, a stage performance or a swim meet, you would make sure that I would be able to do my best.  Even if that means sitting through hours of training, spending thousands of money on equipment, driving the whole day or creating last minute costumes in the wee hours of the morning.

When I was so tired and depressed because of my work, you were always there to listen to me, to offer words of encouragement and to pray for me. 

There are so many more things I can think of to describe you as the best mom (ever) but I think Proverbs 31:10,25-31 says it all:

10 A wife of noble character who can find? 

She is worth far more than rubies

25 She is clothed with strength and dignity;

she can laugh at the days to come.

26 She speaks with wisdom, 

and faithful instruction is on her tongue.

27 She watches over the affairs of her household 

and does not eat the bread of idleness.

28 Her children arise and call her blessed;

her husband also, and he praises her:

29 “Many women do noble things,but you surpass them all.”

30 Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; 

but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.

31 Honor her for all that her hands have done,

and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.

You always tell me and my siblings that you are our worst critic but our biggest fan.  I want you to know that WE are also YOUR biggest and die-hard fans.

Happy birthday, Mommy!

Love,
Icka

Better to Give than To Receive

ACTS 20:35 "In everything I did, I showed you that by this kind of work we must help the weak, remembering the words the Lord Jesus himself said: 'It is more blessed to give than to receive.'"

Dear Family and Friends, 


I was fortunate enough to visit Saint Rita Orphanage in Sucat, Paranaque today. Sir Dennis, one of my colleagues at work, and I met with the sisters who ran the orphanage and I think it was really the Lord who led us to that place. 


The orphanage used to be financed by Saint Rita College but the school fell on hard times and had to file for bankruptcy. Without any steady income, the orphanage is finding it hard to provide for the 30 abandoned children (ages 1 month to 4 years old) who are now in their custody. Sr.Gwen, one of the three nuns left to run the orphanage, told us that Sir Dennis' phone call to her this morning was Godsent. The orphanage relies mainly on donors and they were running low already on diapers. They are extremely happy that we're bringing 106 of our students there on August 7 to spread a little bit of cheer to these kids. 


Sir Dennis and I also got to see the rooms where the children slept and ate. It was very clean and the kids were well-groomed. It was so obvious that they really took care of the children. But what made me really emotional was seeing the kids in the nursery room. There were around 15 of them. I entered the room with Sister Gwen and we went to each crib to greet the kids. They were all smiling at me and a lot of them smiled even more when I reached out to stroke their head. It was a very emotional moment for me because I kept thinking, "What if this was Ethan or Tabby?" 


I've had so many life-changing moments in my life but this really affected me. It made me realize how lucky I am that I have parents and siblings who care for me. It made me realize that I don't need to buy a P28,000+ gadget when these kids only want the basics in life. It made me realize that God truly bless all those who have faith in Him. 


I was telling all this to my mom and nephew, Ethan, on the way home from work. I'm really so blessed to have a compassionate family. Ethan and my mom decided to spend his birthday there at the orphanage and he said that he'll tell his friends to just buy gifts for the kids instead of buying gifts for him. My two sisters, who are doctors, immediately called me up when I texted them that I needed medicine to bring to an orphanage. Their first words to me were "When are you going? I want to make myself available." (Sorry Yum, di pa kita natatawagan. Financer ka nalang). 


I am so excited to share this experience with my students this August 7. I hope that they will be able to see how lucky they are that they have a family to go home to everyday; that they go to a good school; that they don't have to worry where they will get their next meal. 


If you are willing to be part of this experience, below are a list of things the orphanage needs for the kids:
MILK 
Nido Fortified 
Nido Fortified Jr. 
Nestogen 
Nestogen 2 
Nestogen low lactose 


VITAMINS 
Ascorbic Acid (drops & syrup) 
Tiki-Tiki (drops & syrup) 
Polyvisol 
Enervon 


OTHER MEDICINES 
Tempra 
Drapolene Cream 
Asmalin/Bronco 
Bactroban Cream
Elica Cream 

OTHER NEEDS 
Diapers (L and XL) 
Cologne 
Alcohol 
Cotton buds 
Baby soap 
Johnson Milk Lotion 
Johnson Milk Bath 
Johnson Top to Toe Wash 
Laundry Soap (Powder and Bar) 
Dishwashing Liquid 
Rice 
Biscuits
Juice 


My family and I plan to visit the orphanage after my students and I go on the 7th. If you would like to come with us and/or contribute to our donations. Just text, message, or call me, my mom or sisters.