Birthday Wishes

It has been a custom to make a wish before blowing the candle on top of the cake during one’s birthday. I have no cake to slice nor candle to blow for my birthday. But I have booze to drink and a liver to blow instead.

And these are my birthday wishes:

  • I pray that God may give me good health. since I graduated in college last 2009, I gained 37.4 pounds. Yeah, I know that it’s not healthy and it is my fault. But I made a pact with myself that starting today, on my 22nd birthday, I will start living a healthy and active lifestyle. I am not getting any younger. I have to fix things up before it’s too late.
  • I pray for the safety, good health, and longevity of my family, friends, loved ones, and the people whom I promise to pray.
  • Stable job. Alternative career while waiting for the S-I-G-N if I am for the Priesthood or not.
  • Freedom and equality in the Land of Juan.
  • That the Church, her Bishops and Priests, may stand firm and stay strong despite all the criticisms and pamemersonals due to the controversial RH Bill and Divorce Bill. I leave everything to God.
  • For my comrades to be a Good and Holy Pastors someday.
  • Guidance of the Holy Spirit to enlighten my mind and strengthen my will as I discern if I am for the Priesthood or not.
  • Peace and Love to all!

Join me in prayers as I celebrate my birthday. May God bless us all. Padayon!

    The song is entitled “Birthday Wishes” by Pinoy indie-pop royalty The Camerawalls from their latest EP ‘Bread and Circuses’. Their vocalist Clementine Castro wrote this song during his birthday. Some of wishes are the same as mine. Enjoy the music.

    Source: juanrepublic

    Twenty-Two

    It has been a tradition in the seminary to do a “mini-sermon” or sharing of reflection during the Holy Mass whenever one is celebrating his birthday. I never had my chance to deliver one since my birthday always fall on the day when seminarians are still on their summer vacation.

    So here am I, writing and sharing to you what I am suppose to deliver in front of the congregation. Join me in my reflection and thanksgiving as I celebrate my 22nd birthday.

    It’s an open secret to the people whom I met in the internet that I am a Seminarian, a Prayle-wannabe. And only a few handfuls knew my whole story.

    It has been more than 2 years since I left the Seminary to undergo an advised regency – or break – to fix myself in the real world. And supposedly, this year will be my return to pursue my 5-year theological studies before being ordained a deacon, and eventually, a Prayle (or a Damaso, depending on how you view my comrades).

    I chose not to return this year for personal reasons. And I still don’t know if I would still return in the seminary to pursue my vocation and dream of being a Priest. Let me share with you some of my reasons.

    First, my two (2) years have been wasted. I have no permanent job much more an “alternative career” to weigh down my options if I am really for the Priesthood or not. I only have had contractual jobs, sidelines, and rakets. My last job as an editor was home-based so I had no notion of office, officemates, workplace, etc. Currently, I am still looking for a company to work at and who will give me experience and lessons needed for my growth. (Yes, I am not after for the salary and compensations.)

    Second, since I wasted my two years, I still lack the experience which will measure my growth into maturity and balance between Priesthood and a life of an ordinary bachelor. When I graduated last 2009, I promised myself that I will travel, meet new people and do things that I have been deprived of during my eight (8) years in the Seminary.  I want to do”a million other things”.

    Third, during the past 2 years, I have done things which are not appropriate for a Prayle-wannabe like me. I hurt people. And I still haven’t fixed those broken relationships yet. I don’t want to return to the seminary with a heavy heart and a feeling of guilt.

    Fourth, I am still undecided with my vocation. Following the principle in ethics “in doubt, do not act”; I do not want to enter the seminary with a disposition of doubt. I think it will be unfair to God, to the Church, and to her people if I leave the Priesthood just because I pursue my theological studies without being sure of myself (Manangs and those who are forcing me to return immediately to the Seminary, I hope you can read this).

    Those are the four major reasons why I opted not to return to the Seminary this year.

    But as in all journey, life must go on. Today, I am celebrating my twenty second birthday. Some would say that I look older than my actual age. Some, especially bus conductors and jeepney barkers, would call me “Totoy”.

    But if you would ask me, I still feel that I am the same 19-year old young man who graduated in the Seminary more than two years ago. I’m just 37.4 pounds heavier (and yes, I know that it is not healthy).

    My life today is not much different from where I left. I am currently a Sunday School teacher in our Parish. Teaching catechism to children ages 12 and below gives me a sense of fulfillment. It is a noble apostolate. I also call it as a “defense Against the Dark Arts” post since teaching those kids prayers and Jesus Christ, his teachings of light and truth, is the best defense against the evil one.

    Beat that Severus Snape! 

    Despite all the bitterness, drama and tragedy, I am still thankful for the 2 years outside that the Prayles gave me to explore the real world. Though lack in experience and incomplete, I have learned to see life in a different perspective. I have learned to see the reality in the eyes of ordinary people - away from the comfort zones of the seminary. My life in the seminary is quite spoon fed. I have learned here in the real world to stand and to do things on my own.

    I am thankful to the people who became part of my journey for this past 2 years outside the Seminary. The nurses and staff of ASEAN RISK, Lipid Research Unit of Philippine General Hospital where I first worked. Technically. My comrades, my brother seminarians, my support group who continue to guide their prodigal brother. My Titas, Ates, and Kuyas in Sunday School who continue to inspire me to return to the seminary. To my former boss in the publishing company, thank you for the opportunity Sir Eugene. To the people whom I met here in David Karp’s cyber empire, most especially to the eLBikada - thank you for the laughters, tears, booze, smoke, and love.

    I would also like to thank the people who became part of my journey for 22 years.My parents, my family, and the Prayles (where I spent more than half of my life living with them).

    I would also like to ask for forgiveness to the people whom I hurt - consciously and unconsciously. I hope we can start a new beginning.

    This journey of 22 years has been fun. And I would like to start a new journey with hopes and dreams that this will also be a good one. Let’s aim for 90 years? Why not/ If the Japanese can do it, why can’t I?

    Thank you everyone for (wasting) spending your time reading this. I hope that you will also be part of my journey, Let’s walk together into the fullness of life.

    May God bless us all today, tomorrow, and forever. Padayon!

    Source: juanrepublic

    "But we don’t have the money, money makes the wheels and the world go round.."

    The recent events in our penitentiaries and jails are not something to be proud of. But it is not something new. The practice of giving special treatment to high-profile and burgis prisoners has always been present. But no one dares to speak against it. Perhaps because of fear. Or perhaps the guards and the ones responsible for keeping them inside the cell are part of a giant web of corruption.

    I can still remember Pugad Baboy's Pol Medina's editorial cartton for the Philippine Daily Inquirer which appeared ages ago when VIP treatment to rich prisoners was a big issue (You can check his book Ink and Politics and look if the cartoon showing the opposite condition of rich and ordinary prisoners is still there.)

    Call it a cliche, but still, money is power. It’s damn obvious. If you have oodles of money to spend, then you have the power to do what you want and pay other people to help you do your job.

    This is not fiction. This is not a Teleserye-ish story of Gary David who manages to do his evil plot against Alvira and the Del Valles because of his (plundered) money. This is reality.

    1. Ex- Batangas Governor Antonio Leviste 

    • First things first. The guy has money, obviously. He came from a wealthy and influential family in Batangas (Wait, I’m also a Leviste. Okay, never mind.)
    • Friends, we cannot classify him as a “fugitive”. As what he said, puslit and takas are different things. #sarcasm
    • He’s the only prisoner that I knew that, during one of his “escapades”, had the courage to have his picture taken in front of the Binondo Church (like a real tourist). Souvenir po Sir?
    • Extension na pala ng Bilibid and Makati at Binondo?

    2. Ex-Maguindanao Governor Andal Ampatuan, Sr. Et Al

    • Again, this man, who is the patriarch of an influential family in Maguindanao, has money. Haven’t you seen their properties during the raids in their houses when Gloria Arroyo declared Martial Law in Maguindanao? Yeah, there’s the proof.
    • He was seen roaming around inside the prison compound. And reports said that he has an air-conditioned room/prison cell. Wow burgis! (But earlier this afternoon, the Philippine Daily Inquirer reported that the photos, according to DILG Secretary Jesse Robredo, were taken last year)
    • He was one of the suspects in one of the most gruesome massacre in history. If reports of VIP treatment and bribery are true, then I don’t know how to describe those scoundrels who gave him such special treatment.

    The inequality between the rich and the poor is a cancer that we have been dealing with since the beginning of civilization. And it is here to stay for as long as there are selfish individuals and people who would do anything - regardless of morality and justice - for money and material things.

    I wish for equality and justice in the Land of Juan. I wish a new world order where there are nor rich and poor, no injustice, and no inequality.

    I also challenge the burgis kids on my network not to use their money and power to step down on people and to use them for their selfish deeds.

    Enough of my preaching.

    This issue of inequality and injustice is giving me a headache. Let’s have a feel good music first. I am inviting you to sit back and relax while listening to this music of Belle and Sebastian from their latest album Write About Love.

    How’s your Saturday evening everyone?

    Source: juanrepublic

    Post-Rapture Headline of the Day
It’s Sunday. It’s rest day. It’s time to spend this day with our family. And it’s the day after Camping’s rapture. Have you double-checked your surroundings? Because we may be living in an alternate universe and the life and world that we knew has already ended. Okay that’s too geek.
As usual, I’ll give you a dose of my passion for front pages and headlines. This time, with my favorite paper next to the Philippine Daily Inquirer - the tabloid! Here’s something that caught my attention after attending the 6:00 AM Holy Mass. And this is being sold at the bakery near the church where we usually buy our hot pandesal every Sunday.
Bees attacked the Ninoy Aquino International Airport causing delay to some flights. Is this a sign of the rapture? I don’t think so. The Book of Revelations mentioned locusts after the fifth Angel blew his trumpet. But they sting like a bee. Like every girl in history. She bangs! She bangs! (Ricky Martin, pray for us.)
Have you checked your friends and relatives abroad? Are they still alive? Is their country still on the map? And what happened to Camping? Did he adjust the date of the rapture?
This is a serious stuff. Let’s have a crash course on Scriptures first before believing these Bible-freaks about the end of the world. The Book of Revelation, just like other apocalyptic literature books (like the book of the Prophet Daniel), was composed as resistance literature during the time of crisis. It was used as a “hidden communication” during the time of early Christians to stand firm against the persecutors. It is like the “Noli Me Tangere” and “El Filibusterismo” of Jose Rizal during the Filipino resistance against the Spaniards. So do not just believe these Bible-freaks about their (mis)interpretation of the Book. You don’t believe me? Go do your own research!
Word of the week: Mommy Dionisia Pacquiao’s "Malaswa!" (on her RH Bill-related opinion). And I think her critics would shout "extravagant!" or "vain!". (How’s your Hermes and Li Biton bag Mommy Dionisia?)
7-pesos dagdag suweldo sa workers. What can you buy at 7-pesos? What can you buy at 7-pesos? What can you buy at 7-pesos? (Make this your mantra. Repeat while fading.)
The tabloid is the best parody of the Philippine society. There is not much boundary between news and gossip, fact and fiction, and politics and show business. And there is always a sexy woman clad in a bikini to attract viewers - just like some of our shows on local TV. Crap.
And on a personal note:
I chose to attend the first Mass today. Hindi kasi mainit. And I want to see the sunrise on my way to the Church.
I’m not exaggerating. With the tugish-takish accompaniment and monotone keys, the choir earlier sounds like videoke. Seriously. 
It’s nice to look at the photos of the would-be husbands and wives at the bulletin board of the Parish - and put them on a constructive criticism (Uy! Hindi nga? Ikakasal sila? Hindi bagay!). Forgive me Lord.
Today’s the Ala Eh Meet-up. I’m still weighing my option if I will go to Lipa or not. I have a class and a doomsday-ish exam to give this afternoon.
Enjoy the rest of the day with your family and loved ones. And thank the Lord for this wonderful morning. Or if you are an atheist or an agnostic, thank the cosmos the sun’s gravitational pull, and the earth’s inertia for this new day.
How’s your Sunday everyone?

    Post-Rapture Headline of the Day

    It’s Sunday. It’s rest day. It’s time to spend this day with our family. And it’s the day after Camping’s rapture. Have you double-checked your surroundings? Because we may be living in an alternate universe and the life and world that we knew has already ended. Okay that’s too geek.

    As usual, I’ll give you a dose of my passion for front pages and headlines. This time, with my favorite paper next to the Philippine Daily Inquirer - the tabloid! Here’s something that caught my attention after attending the 6:00 AM Holy Mass. And this is being sold at the bakery near the church where we usually buy our hot pandesal every Sunday.

    • Bees attacked the Ninoy Aquino International Airport causing delay to some flights. Is this a sign of the rapture? I don’t think so. The Book of Revelations mentioned locusts after the fifth Angel blew his trumpet. But they sting like a bee. Like every girl in history. She bangs! She bangs! (Ricky Martin, pray for us.)
    • Have you checked your friends and relatives abroad? Are they still alive? Is their country still on the map? And what happened to Camping? Did he adjust the date of the rapture?
    • This is a serious stuff. Let’s have a crash course on Scriptures first before believing these Bible-freaks about the end of the world. The Book of Revelation, just like other apocalyptic literature books (like the book of the Prophet Daniel), was composed as resistance literature during the time of crisis. It was used as a “hidden communication” during the time of early Christians to stand firm against the persecutors. It is like the “Noli Me Tangere” and “El Filibusterismo” of Jose Rizal during the Filipino resistance against the Spaniards. So do not just believe these Bible-freaks about their (mis)interpretation of the Book. You don’t believe me? Go do your own research!
    • Word of the week: Mommy Dionisia Pacquiao’s "Malaswa!" (on her RH Bill-related opinion). And I think her critics would shout "extravagant!" or "vain!". (How’s your Hermes and Li Biton bag Mommy Dionisia?)
    • 7-pesos dagdag suweldo sa workers. What can you buy at 7-pesos? What can you buy at 7-pesos? What can you buy at 7-pesos? (Make this your mantra. Repeat while fading.)
    • The tabloid is the best parody of the Philippine society. There is not much boundary between news and gossip, fact and fiction, and politics and show business. And there is always a sexy woman clad in a bikini to attract viewers - just like some of our shows on local TV. Crap.

    And on a personal note:

    • I chose to attend the first Mass today. Hindi kasi mainit. And I want to see the sunrise on my way to the Church.
    • I’m not exaggerating. With the tugish-takish accompaniment and monotone keys, the choir earlier sounds like videoke. Seriously. 
    • It’s nice to look at the photos of the would-be husbands and wives at the bulletin board of the Parish - and put them on a constructive criticism (Uy! Hindi nga? Ikakasal sila? Hindi bagay!). Forgive me Lord.
    • Today’s the Ala Eh Meet-up. I’m still weighing my option if I will go to Lipa or not. I have a class and a doomsday-ish exam to give this afternoon.

    Enjoy the rest of the day with your family and loved ones. And thank the Lord for this wonderful morning. Or if you are an atheist or an agnostic, thank the cosmos the sun’s gravitational pull, and the earth’s inertia for this new day.

      How’s your Sunday everyone?

      Source: juanrepublic

      Who’s that girl?
The heat of the debate on the controversial Reproductive Health Bill has reached its high blood point so I decided to take a break and write something different. This time, focusing on the most important issue this country has ever faced. In fuck (read: fact), this is more important than the RH Bill, the Freedom of Information Bill and Kris Aquino’s love life.
This is about President Noynoy Aquino’s new girl. This is about the bachelor president’s love life.
The President has repeatedly asked the media to leave his personal and unofficial business in private. But because the people want it, they give it. It is in the Pinoy culture to love entertainment and gossipy news items so why not include the highest official in the land? After all, there is not much boundary between Philippine showbiz and politics.
And he is Kristina Bernadette Aquino’s brother.
The latest addition to the women linked to our bachelor president is the teacher Bunny Calica. She was with the President during the reunion concert of 70’s group Hotdog (buti na lang hindi Justin Bieber!). 
And like all the women linked to the president before, she has a beautiful face, fair-skinned, and younger than him. I think the last one was the most important category. Well that was just a wild and crazy speculation.
Is she the right one for the President? We don’t know yet. I will only believe if the news will come from the most reliable and trusted spokesperson of the President - her youngest sister Kris.
And on other things:
I fear that Baby James “Bimby” Aquino-Yap will be following the footsteps of his mother. As early as now, he has been asking questions like that of his mother’s. (Oh James! Guide the boy please!)
According to Communications Secretary Ricky Carandang, it was Mar Roxas’ idea to watch the concert. Wow! If that is true, he’s not only the President’s Chief Troubleshooter/ Chief of Staff but also the Chief Happy Happy! Organizer (Joke lang po! Pero puwedeng seryosohin.).
The President’s love life may always get the attention of the media but let us not forget that there are other far more important things in the country. should we blame the media for always broadcasting these things? Partly yes but not wholly.
Personally, I am deeply saddened that the media, especially during these times that the attention is focused on the RH Bill, has lessen their news items on other thins: FOI Bill, Maguindanao Massacre, etc.
There are other important things that we need to face to achieve the promised daang matuwid. Let’s just leave our driver in peace.
Further readings and reference: 1. Aquino dates mystery date at Hotdog gig. 2. Bimby: “Are you my Tito’s Girlfriend?”

      Who’s that girl?

      The heat of the debate on the controversial Reproductive Health Bill has reached its high blood point so I decided to take a break and write something different. This time, focusing on the most important issue this country has ever faced. In fuck (read: fact), this is more important than the RH Bill, the Freedom of Information Bill and Kris Aquino’s love life.

      This is about President Noynoy Aquino’s new girl. This is about the bachelor president’s love life.

      The President has repeatedly asked the media to leave his personal and unofficial business in private. But because the people want it, they give it. It is in the Pinoy culture to love entertainment and gossipy news items so why not include the highest official in the land? After all, there is not much boundary between Philippine showbiz and politics.

      And he is Kristina Bernadette Aquino’s brother.

      The latest addition to the women linked to our bachelor president is the teacher Bunny Calica. She was with the President during the reunion concert of 70’s group Hotdog (buti na lang hindi Justin Bieber!). 

      And like all the women linked to the president before, she has a beautiful face, fair-skinned, and younger than him. I think the last one was the most important category. Well that was just a wild and crazy speculation.

      Is she the right one for the President? We don’t know yet. I will only believe if the news will come from the most reliable and trusted spokesperson of the President - her youngest sister Kris.

      And on other things:

      • I fear that Baby James “Bimby” Aquino-Yap will be following the footsteps of his mother. As early as now, he has been asking questions like that of his mother’s. (Oh James! Guide the boy please!)
      • According to Communications Secretary Ricky Carandang, it was Mar Roxas’ idea to watch the concert. Wow! If that is true, he’s not only the President’s Chief Troubleshooter/ Chief of Staff but also the Chief Happy Happy! Organizer (Joke lang po! Pero puwedeng seryosohin.).

      The President’s love life may always get the attention of the media but let us not forget that there are other far more important things in the country. should we blame the media for always broadcasting these things? Partly yes but not wholly.

      Personally, I am deeply saddened that the media, especially during these times that the attention is focused on the RH Bill, has lessen their news items on other thins: FOI Bill, Maguindanao Massacre, etc.

      There are other important things that we need to face to achieve the promised daang matuwid. Let’s just leave our driver in peace.

      Further readings and reference: 1. Aquino dates mystery date at Hotdog gig. 2. Bimby: “Are you my Tito’s Girlfriend?”

      Source: newsinfo.inquirer.net

      People that I follow.

      • Sam, a veterinary medicine student in UPLB, he blogs about everything you can find under the sun. From intellectual posts to life experiences. Rants, love, thoughts about life and stuff. A random guy indeed. He is worth the follow. You can learn many things about this guy. I’m sure of it. He’s one of my friends, a drinking buddy. You want to read some posts with sense? Follow this guy.
      • Eva, a statistics student in UPLB, she blogs about life, fashion and some pure bitchiness. Almost everything! A conceited girl with a face that could launch a thousand ships! She posts almost everything. A How I Met Your Mother, Pretty Little Liars and Gossip girl addict. Have the same interest? She’s the girl for you!
      • James and Riji, the power couple. They own this blog. James, a economics student and Riji, a chemistry student in UPLB, they are one of the sweetest couple I ever met. They post about almost everything but mostly about their love. A diary of their love life. Life experiences and sweetness. An America’s Next Top Model fan. Mga banat ba habol mo? Ito ang blog para sa iyo! 
      • Heck, a graduate of UPLB with a degree in BS Development Communication, loves everything about politics. A critical thinker who loves to blog about our society and government. Want to be aware of what is happening in our government? He’s your guy!
      • Michael, a agricultural economics student in UPLB, boyfriend ni Sam, he posts random stuff about life, love and just about everything you that you can ever imagine. Are you a random person? Follow this guy and his boyfriend, Sam.

      I guarantee that these people are worth the follow.

      Post War Memories
It has been almost a year and a week ago since the 2010 Automated Elections, the first ever in the history of our country.
Prior to the elections, we have witnessed mudslingings and trash-talking from the candidates, failure and doubts with the PCOS Machines, the infectious campaign jingles, the too-good-to-be-true promises, and the bilog na hugis itlog PCOS Machine tutorial by the Sexbomb Dancers.
I consider the last election a war, and me, a war correspondent. As a PPCRV Volunteer, I was one of the thousand souls sent into the battlefield to guard the polls. The hazard is there but the fulfillment of having faithfully done your duty for the country is the irreplaceable reward.
I am now inviting you to join me in a trip down memory lane and recall the events and my unforgettable experience during the past election. I was not able to write some of these things last year because I was too busy tweeting then, recording the events as it happen. 
Before the War
I made a self-imposed 25-Day Tumblr Challenge to educate the voters and to inform them on how to choose the candidates properly and wisely. It’s difficult to write 25 things because I had no tenplate then to write my stuff. (You can check them by clicking these election and elections tags.) 
Jejemon Fever. It was also during this time when the viral jejemon spread like wildfire on the internet and eventually, became a part of Philippine Pop Culture.
Red Hot Dick on RockEd - This was one of the most intense episodes of the now-defunct RockEd Radio. Then Presidential candidate Dick Gordon was on fire after being irked by Erwin Romulo’s questions.
Thank you Tita Gang! Gang Badoy of Rock Ed Philippines mabuhay-ed me after tweeting that I will be a pollwatcher. I was such a fan boy then. She’s one of my idols, you know?
Almost a Failure! May 5, 2010, this was the headline and front page of the Philippine Daily Inquirer. With barely less than a week before the polls, the PCOS machines turned out to be a crap. No thanks to the defected memory cards that need to be replaced and reprogrammed. We thought then that the automated elections would be a total failure.
Noy-Bi! Noynoy Aquino, on Twitter, denied the existence of the Noy-Bi group that supported the candidacy of Jejomar Binay. But we all know that there is such thing as Noy-Bi - and the opposing Balay and Samar group.
At last! After the feared failure of elections, and after the cards were reprogrammed, the PCOS Machine were finally worked smoothly. Congratulations!
THIS IS WAR!
Election Day, I woke up at 6:00 AM and went to the polling precinct at 7:00 AM. As expected, the line of voters is worse than the entrance to Willie Revillame’s game show. But after I wore my PPCRV uniform and identification card, I was given a priority to vote ahead of others. Naunahan ko pa ang mga matatanda at buntis. And this is my first photo after I casted my vote.
Bumabaha ng C2! Do you still remember last year’s gimmick of Cherry Mobile of selling cheap cellphones on election day? And how about C2? They sold their C2 at ten pesos. And I literally abused that privilege when I drowned myself with green tea.
I acted as a poll watcher at Lopez Elementary School - the biggest polling place with the most number of clustered precincts here in Los Baños. And I witnessed there how a poll watcher of the leading Mayorial candidate harassed the voters. And we, as watchdogs, were the only sumbungan of the people. But we remained diplomatic and vigilant and did not resort to violence and threat.
Due to the lack of men, I decided to volunteer at the Municipal canvassing - but I ended up being the only PPCRV volunteer for the whole Municipality of Los Baños left to wait for the results and the election returns. there, I witnessed the wonders and speed of the PCOS Machine. Sobrang bilis ng results!
I was the only volunteer equipped with Twitter via @tweetitow so I had the power to report the details blow by blow. In face, I was the first to report the election results here in Los Baños on the web, and to ABS-CBN News. Thanks to the hash tag #halalan.
I was awake for more than 24 hours during the elections and the morning after. But it was worth the sacrifice. I have done something good for my country. And this is my first tweet after the elections.
After smoke have parted…
I was disappointed by the results, especially here in my beloved Los Baños. I even wrote a letter addressed to Maria Makiling. But I have learned to move on and face the new chapter of our nation.
One of my smart aleck tweets during the elections was featured in an article by PEP.ph. I was so proud of myself, I can kiss my own ass. Ha ha!
ABS-CBN and GMA-7 are nagpapatutsadahan over their hologram effect/ augmented reality/ virtual presence. Me? I don’t give a damn and watched Star Wars instead where I first saw that hologram communication.
As usual, the trash left by the war was a disaster. I think we should come up with a law where candidates, and just the candidates themselves, whether they won or not, would clean their own trash/ election posters after the elections. What do you think? 
Last year’s election was memorable and historical. Aside from being the first automated elections in the country, that was also my first time to vote. And I am proud that my single vote became a part of that history.
It is just ironical. The election results was fast - thanks to Smartmatic-TIM and their PCOS Machines - but the progress of this country is the exact opposite. You can call that a PCOS Machine irony. Progress in this country does not end with the elections and the inauguration of new leaders. It is just the beginning.
But I am still hoping. Still dreaming. Still waiting.
Last year’s election, no matter how violent and dirty, was fun. And if given a chance, I would still offer my free service as a PPCRV poll watcher.
PCOS Machine, will I see you again on 2013?
During the elections, I was only armed with cellphone, a notebook to record the events, and my PPCRV guidebook, uniform, and ID. The photo above is the same ID and notebook that I used last year.

      Post War Memories

      It has been almost a year and a week ago since the 2010 Automated Elections, the first ever in the history of our country.

      Prior to the elections, we have witnessed mudslingings and trash-talking from the candidates, failure and doubts with the PCOS Machines, the infectious campaign jingles, the too-good-to-be-true promises, and the bilog na hugis itlog PCOS Machine tutorial by the Sexbomb Dancers.

      I consider the last election a war, and me, a war correspondent. As a PPCRV Volunteer, I was one of the thousand souls sent into the battlefield to guard the polls. The hazard is there but the fulfillment of having faithfully done your duty for the country is the irreplaceable reward.

      I am now inviting you to join me in a trip down memory lane and recall the events and my unforgettable experience during the past election. I was not able to write some of these things last year because I was too busy tweeting then, recording the events as it happen. 

      Before the War

      THIS IS WAR!

      • Election Day, I woke up at 6:00 AM and went to the polling precinct at 7:00 AM. As expected, the line of voters is worse than the entrance to Willie Revillame’s game show. But after I wore my PPCRV uniform and identification card, I was given a priority to vote ahead of others. Naunahan ko pa ang mga matatanda at buntis. And this is my first photo after I casted my vote.
      • Bumabaha ng C2! Do you still remember last year’s gimmick of Cherry Mobile of selling cheap cellphones on election day? And how about C2? They sold their C2 at ten pesos. And I literally abused that privilege when I drowned myself with green tea.
      • I acted as a poll watcher at Lopez Elementary School - the biggest polling place with the most number of clustered precincts here in Los Baños. And I witnessed there how a poll watcher of the leading Mayorial candidate harassed the voters. And we, as watchdogs, were the only sumbungan of the people. But we remained diplomatic and vigilant and did not resort to violence and threat.
      • Due to the lack of men, I decided to volunteer at the Municipal canvassing - but I ended up being the only PPCRV volunteer for the whole Municipality of Los Baños left to wait for the results and the election returns. there, I witnessed the wonders and speed of the PCOS Machine. Sobrang bilis ng results!
      • I was the only volunteer equipped with Twitter via @tweetitow so I had the power to report the details blow by blow. In face, I was the first to report the election results here in Los Baños on the web, and to ABS-CBN News. Thanks to the hash tag #halalan.
      • I was awake for more than 24 hours during the elections and the morning after. But it was worth the sacrifice. I have done something good for my country. And this is my first tweet after the elections.

      After smoke have parted…

      Last year’s election was memorable and historical. Aside from being the first automated elections in the country, that was also my first time to vote. And I am proud that my single vote became a part of that history.

      It is just ironical. The election results was fast - thanks to Smartmatic-TIM and their PCOS Machines - but the progress of this country is the exact opposite. You can call that a PCOS Machine irony. Progress in this country does not end with the elections and the inauguration of new leaders. It is just the beginning.

      But I am still hoping. Still dreaming. Still waiting.

      Last year’s election, no matter how violent and dirty, was fun. And if given a chance, I would still offer my free service as a PPCRV poll watcher.

      PCOS Machine, will I see you again on 2013?

      During the elections, I was only armed with cellphone, a notebook to record the events, and my PPCRV guidebook, uniform, and ID. The photo above is the same ID and notebook that I used last year.

      Source: juanrepublic

      Headline of the Day
As most of you my faithful readers knew, I have this passion for front pages and covers of broadsheets, tabloids, and magazines. And here’s one that caught my attention earlier this morning after attending the 6:00 AM Sunday Mass.
And this one is being sold at the patio of the Church - just less than fifteen steps from the doors of the church. Cool eh?
Interested for this story of perversion and lewd act of a police? Go grab yourself a copy of People’s Tonight.
And as for the other things:
I will always consider the infectious “Making Love Out of Nothing at All” as the anthem for masturbation.
Jinkee and Paris-textmate na? - I wonder when will Paris be the next Krista Ranillo for Manny Pacquiao. I can see that one coming. Oops!
Today is Mommy Dionisia’s celebration of her 18th birthday. She may not look like 18 but her party looks like that of an 18-year old. Seriously. 
Today is the feast day of San Isidro Labrador, the patron saint of farmers. Being an agricultural country, many Parishes here in the Philippines were named under his patronage. Expect the Pahiyas Festival in Lucban, Quezon, numerous fiestahan on different towns and barrios, and drunk manongs singing “My Love will See You Through” in the videoke.
Special shout to the epic The Super Cabbage (Tumblr Oldies, do you still remember her?). Happy birthday Jam! Tumblr (and some of your loyal fans including me) misses you. Please blog again soon. 
How’s your Sunday everyone?

      Headline of the Day

      As most of you my faithful readers knew, I have this passion for front pages and covers of broadsheets, tabloids, and magazines. And here’s one that caught my attention earlier this morning after attending the 6:00 AM Sunday Mass.

      And this one is being sold at the patio of the Church - just less than fifteen steps from the doors of the church. Cool eh?

      Interested for this story of perversion and lewd act of a police? Go grab yourself a copy of People’s Tonight.

      And as for the other things:

      • I will always consider the infectious “Making Love Out of Nothing at All” as the anthem for masturbation.
      • Jinkee and Paris-textmate na? - I wonder when will Paris be the next Krista Ranillo for Manny Pacquiao. I can see that one coming. Oops!
      • Today is Mommy Dionisia’s celebration of her 18th birthday. She may not look like 18 but her party looks like that of an 18-year old. Seriously. 
      • Today is the feast day of San Isidro Labrador, the patron saint of farmers. Being an agricultural country, many Parishes here in the Philippines were named under his patronage. Expect the Pahiyas Festival in Lucban, Quezon, numerous fiestahan on different towns and barrios, and drunk manongs singing “My Love will See You Through” in the videoke.
      • Special shout to the epic The Super Cabbage (Tumblr Oldies, do you still remember her?). Happy birthday Jam! Tumblr (and some of your loyal fans including me) misses you. Please blog again soon. 

      How’s your Sunday everyone?

      Source: juanrepublic

      "Inay"

      Sa mahinahong paalam ng araw Sa pag-ihip ng hanging kahapunan Balabal ko’y init ng ‘yong pag-ibig Sa dapit-hapong kay lamig 

      Mga bituin kay agang magsigising Umaandap, mapaglaro man din Iyong ngiti hatid nila sa akin Sa diwa ko’t panalangin 

      Puso ko’y pahimlayin Inay Upang yaring hamog Ng gabing tiwasay Ay madama ko bilang damping Halik ng ‘yong Anak Ay! Irog kong inay 

      Sa palad niyo itago aking palad Aking bakas sa inyong bakas ilapat At iuwi sa tahanan kong dapat Sa piling ng inyong Anak 

      Puso ko’y pahimlayin Inay Upang yaring hamog Ng gabing tiwasay Ay madama ko bilang damping Halik ng ‘yong anak Ay! Irog ko, O Ina kong mahal! Irog kong Inay

      This is one of my favorite songs. It is written by a Jesuit and this is actually intended as a Liturgical song attributed to our Blessed Mother Mary.

      And I am sharing this beautiful song to you in this special occasion dedicated for the woman that we all love the most - our mother.

      Happy Mother’s Day to our Nanay, Inay, Ina, Mama, Mamu, Mom, Mommy, and Lola. Let us treat this day as a day to show our love and to thank them for all the things that she has done for us.

      And let us also pray for those mothers who are abandoned by their children and those who are suffering and treating motherhood as a curse and not a blessing.

      Salamat at mahal na mahal kita, Inay.

      Source: juanrepublic

      Guess Who’s Wearing my Eraserheads Shirt?

      This Mother’s Day, let me share you this beautiful anecdote/ experience with my Nanay. I know that all of us have different and unique yabang stories about how great, cool, and loving our mothers are. Let me share you this one:

      Last September, I got my first paycheck from the Publishing Company where I work as an editor. And since I learned about the Eraserheads: The Head Set last March (when rumors began to spread like wildfire on the internet), I made a vow to myself to allot a portion of my paycheck for the box set - no matter how expensive it would cost me.

      The Box Set was released on September 9 - and I still haven’t received my paycheck. I was in panic. Since the set is limited, I feared that I will not be able to buy myself a copy. I also feared that the box set will not be available here in the Southern Luzon area (you know, some music materials are just too Metro Manila-centered).

      I received my paycheck by mid-September and the first thing that I did was to go to the nearest (and only) Greenwich here in Los Baños. I asked the crew if they have the Heads Set. And the rest was months of nostalgia, rockin’ with the Eraserheads.

      As most of you who have the Heads Set, the box includes a coffee table book/ lyric sheet/ photo album (I don’t know how to exactly call it), complete albums, EPs, and a DVD, and the Heads Set Shirt.

      Now, the Heads Shirt came in free-size-one-size-fits-all-that’s-a-fuckin’-fashion-discrimination!  And if you who know me personally, you know that that shirt will not fit me - and I rarely wear body fits (bakat ang man-boobs pare!). So I decided to just hang it in my room for art’s sake, for bragging, and for future self-centered consumption (I just love to use that word).

      Months went by and the shirt still hangs in my room. One day, my Nanay entered the room and asked me: “Aanhin mo yan kung hindi mo isusuot? Sayang lang ang Pho 2, 500 mo.”

      Jokingly, I replied “Kapag pumayat ako, maisusuot ko na yan”.

      "Ipahiram mo na lang muna sa akin. Ako ang magsusuot.", she replied.

      At first, I was taken aback. My Nanay will wear an Eraserheads shirt? Is she trying to be bagets or what? I can accept it if my father wears this shirt (because he is jeprox and young at heart) but my conservative Nanay? She got to be kidding.

      I asked her, “Seryoso kayo?”.

      "Oo nga!", she replied.

      And she removed the shirt from the hanger, went to the other room, and wore my shirt. And it fits her perfectly. Panalo!


      This is the modern world where being fit and sexy is in and being fat with man-boobs is a big no. It’s just so unfair for us fatties. Come on self-proclaimed fashion experts! There are more of us who are not sexy, fit, and macho. The world is full of non-sexy and non-fit individuals. You should consider us whenever you make these shirts.

      Okay, enough of the ranting. Alam ko namang olats ako diyan at kailangan ko na talagang magpapayat. Hindi na din kasi healthy.

      I have cool parents. It’s good to see them having the same trip and vibes as ours. They borrow and listen to my CDs. They watch the same TV series as mine. And they both love the Eraserheads.

      Nanay, you can wear that shirt forever if you want to. It’s all yours. I can buy you more Eraserheads shirt if you want to. Keep your cool. I love you po! :’)

      Happy Mother’s Day Nanay!

      Source: juanrepublic

      Yellow Fever
Tomorrow, Filipino Pride and Pambansang Kamao Manny Pacquiao will once again step into the ring to show the whole world what an eight division world champion can do to defend his title. This time, against the American Sugar Shane Mosley.
And earlier today, Philippine time, these two great fighters stepped into the scales for their weigh-in.

Manny Pacquiao of the Philippines and US Shane Mosley (R) attend the official weigh-in for their fight in Las Vegas, Nevada on May 6, 2011. The eight division world champion Pacquiao marks his return to Las Vegas for the first time since 2009 by fighting Mosley for the World Boxing Organization welterweight title at the Garden Arena in the MGM Grand on May 7

Most of us are excited for the fight that will once again, hopefully, bring honor, pride, and unity to our problem-filled and divided country.
While most of the viewers will be placing their bets and riches for Pacquiao (or on what round will he send Mosley sleeping on the ring), our fighter will be fighting another opponent - poverty.
And Manny Pacquiao will once again set history tomorrow. For the first time in boxing history, a yellow pair of boxing gloves will be used. As most of us know, red, blue, and burgundy are the colors used by a boxer.
Yellow as a symbol of his fight against poverty.
Pacman is said to wear yellow to “signify the unity among the Filipino people across the globe”. In an interview with sportscaster Chino Trinidad, Pacman said in context that “boxing is not the biggest fight in his life. Eradicating poverty is now the biggest fight of his life.”
He also encouraged suppoters and fans of Shane Mosley to wear yellow too as a sign of unity with the Filipinos in our fight against poverty.
This move and advocacy of Pacquiao was lauded by the foreign media and other non-Filipino boxing aficionados. He uses his influence as a famous boxer to do something good and for the betterment of other people.
As expected, this move by Pacman, especially the preferred color, was not spared from comments and allegations that this was in support for President Noynoy Aquino (who used the same color during his campaign and obviously, the color inherited from his mother Cory Aquino).
Why choose the color yellow? Why not the other colors?
In my humorous and sarcastic mind, I made these things up:
Blue - The famous color of President Nonoy’s running-mate during the 2010 elections. This may be a bad choice. That color didn’t win.
Green - The so-called “galing at talino” color. Again, bad choice. This has a kiss of death back in 2010 (wink!)
Pink - The color of a bayani. Why not this one? Masakit sa mata. And Pacman might be mistaken as a member of Sir Danton Remoto’s group.
Red - The color of the badtrip and flash great man from Subic. Why not this one? It’s the usual.
Orange - The color of the guy who swam in the sea of garbage. Why not this one? Pacman supported this guy back in 2010? The reason may be obvious.
For some, Manny’s choice of color may be a big deal. Metaphysically speaking, color is just an accident. It may be present or not. What is essential is the essence, the substance. What is important is Manny Pacquiao’s advocacy to giht poverty.
With that advocacy, he is already a champion. And no one can take that title away from him.
I hope to see a sea of yellow tomorrow in support for our Pambansang Kamao.
And Floyd Mayweather, I hope to see you soon on the ring with this man.
Good luck Manny and bring honor once again to this country.
Padayon!
P.S. Can you spot the Pambansang Anino in the photo?

      Yellow Fever

      Tomorrow, Filipino Pride and Pambansang Kamao Manny Pacquiao will once again step into the ring to show the whole world what an eight division world champion can do to defend his title. This time, against the American Sugar Shane Mosley.

      And earlier today, Philippine time, these two great fighters stepped into the scales for their weigh-in.

      Manny Pacquiao of the Philippines and US Shane Mosley (R) attend the official weigh-in for their fight in Las Vegas, Nevada on May 6, 2011. The eight division world champion Pacquiao marks his return to Las Vegas for the first time since 2009 by fighting Mosley for the World Boxing Organization welterweight title at the Garden Arena in the MGM Grand on May 7

      Most of us are excited for the fight that will once again, hopefully, bring honor, pride, and unity to our problem-filled and divided country.

      While most of the viewers will be placing their bets and riches for Pacquiao (or on what round will he send Mosley sleeping on the ring), our fighter will be fighting another opponent - poverty.

      And Manny Pacquiao will once again set history tomorrow. For the first time in boxing history, a yellow pair of boxing gloves will be used. As most of us know, red, blue, and burgundy are the colors used by a boxer.

      Yellow as a symbol of his fight against poverty.

      Pacman is said to wear yellow to “signify the unity among the Filipino people across the globe”. In an interview with sportscaster Chino Trinidad, Pacman said in context that “boxing is not the biggest fight in his life. Eradicating poverty is now the biggest fight of his life.”

      He also encouraged suppoters and fans of Shane Mosley to wear yellow too as a sign of unity with the Filipinos in our fight against poverty.

      This move and advocacy of Pacquiao was lauded by the foreign media and other non-Filipino boxing aficionados. He uses his influence as a famous boxer to do something good and for the betterment of other people.

      As expected, this move by Pacman, especially the preferred color, was not spared from comments and allegations that this was in support for President Noynoy Aquino (who used the same color during his campaign and obviously, the color inherited from his mother Cory Aquino).

      Why choose the color yellow? Why not the other colors?

      In my humorous and sarcastic mind, I made these things up:

      • Blue - The famous color of President Nonoy’s running-mate during the 2010 elections. This may be a bad choice. That color didn’t win.
      • Green - The so-called “galing at talino” color. Again, bad choice. This has a kiss of death back in 2010 (wink!)
      • Pink - The color of a bayani. Why not this one? Masakit sa mata. And Pacman might be mistaken as a member of Sir Danton Remoto’s group.
      • Red - The color of the badtrip and flash great man from Subic. Why not this one? It’s the usual.
      • Orange - The color of the guy who swam in the sea of garbage. Why not this one? Pacman supported this guy back in 2010? The reason may be obvious.

      For some, Manny’s choice of color may be a big deal. Metaphysically speaking, color is just an accident. It may be present or not. What is essential is the essence, the substance. What is important is Manny Pacquiao’s advocacy to giht poverty.

      With that advocacy, he is already a champion. And no one can take that title away from him.

      I hope to see a sea of yellow tomorrow in support for our Pambansang Kamao.

      And Floyd Mayweather, I hope to see you soon on the ring with this man.

      Good luck Manny and bring honor once again to this country.

      Padayon!

      P.S. Can you spot the Pambansang Anino in the photo?

      Source: daylife.com

      Driven by The Force

      I have a confession to make. I am a Star Wars fan. Call me a geek but seriously, I am a die-hard fan of the universe created by George Lucas. I am also a Harry Potter fan but my obsession with Star Wars started when I was young long before I discovered the magical world of Harry Potter.

      But I am not into the story of a dramatic young lady who is obsessed with a sparkling vampire but I will just leave it there.

      I blame my obsession with Star Wars to my father. Back when I was still a little kid, he introduced me to the saga of Master Yoda, Luke Skywalker, Obi Wan Kenobi, and Darth Vader. I can still remember how he brought home cutouts and scanned pages from the magazine about Star Wars. He even gave me printout of all the characters - from the whole Jedi council to the Ewoks - pasted in an illustration board and covered with a plastic cover.

      That’s how my obsession for Star Wars started. I have a cool father (sometimes I think he is a Jedi in disguise, seriously) and I am thankful.

      And today, May 4, as what most of the Star Wars fan knew, is Star Wars Day

      Star Wars Day (also sometimes known as Luke Skywalker Day) because of the popularity of a common pun spoken on this day. Since the phrase "May the Force be with you" is a famous quote often spoken in the Star Wars films, fans commonly say “May the fourth be with you” (May 4th) on this day.

      Last night (or earlier during the wee hours of the morning), I wrote about my obsession with covers and front pages of magazines and broadsheets. I decided to check the TIME Magazine cover archive and found this interesting covers on Star Wars and Science Fiction. What caught my attention was this favorite cover of mine which was released on 2002, when I was still in High School:

      This was released prior to the showing of the second part (chronologically fifth) of the Star Wars saga. This issue contains a complete guide to the Attack of the Clones from characters to space ships and other vehicles.

      And I have another confession to make.

      I nenok-ed this issue in our library and cut the pages dedicated to Star Wars. I think The Force forced me to do so (insert evil grin here).

      So much for my confession.

      This particular installment came as a surprise for the fans of Master Yoda - myself included - when he, for the first time, used his light saber to battle Count Dooku. and I tell you, that was one of the most memorable sword fights in the history of movies.

      Browsing the archives of Time Magazine’s website and the web for Star Wars-related stuff brings back good memories of my childhood as a little Star Wars fan, sharing the story with my father. And I think this will last until I grow old, and probably, when I have children of my own.

      I am still waiting George Lucas to create a 7th installment of this epic saga.

      And just so you know, young ladies who know Order 66 have an edge to me. Shall we talk about Star Wars over a cup of coffee?

      Happy Star Wars Day everyone! May The Force be with you!

      Source: juanrepublic

      The Return of the Infamous X-Men
This is not about Professor X, Wolverine and their mutant friends.
But these men wrecked havoc and terror that caused lives and properties more than what Magneto did and other mutants have combined.  
Since the advent of my bumming in our school library and in my parents’ office library, I have been always fascinated with covers and front pages of various local and international broadsheets and magazines. In fact, it is my daily habit before starting a day’s work to browse and to look at various front pages and covers whether it be in print or in digital format. I consider it as an exceptional art and as a part of history as well.
I can still remember the front page and the head line of the 11 September 2001 issue of the Philippine Daily Inquirer. I can still recall the whole-page photo of Blessed John Paul II on the same broad sheetafter his death and how they changed their logo from blue to yellow after the death of Cory Aquino. I can still remember a stern-looking Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo (Iron Lady?) and a versatile U2-frontman Bono (Will Bono Save the World?) on Time Magazine’s cover and comic geniuses Jose Marie Viceral (Vice Ganda) and Beethoven Del Valle Bunagan (Michael V.) gracing the cover of the annual humor issue of Reader’s Digest.
The above-mentioned examples are just few of the numerous covers that still remain in my memory and that made a mark on the history of print.
But there is one special and rare type (style or design) of cover that stands out and continuously fascinates my love for front pages and covers. It’s from the international magazine TIME.
It’s the iconic ‘X treatment’ scrawled across the face of an American enemy. It’s their famous 'X' Covers.
This is the fourth time that the magazine has put an X over the face of an infamous person for their cover. the first person to receive the treatment was the Nazi leader Adolf Hitler after the discovery of his body on May 2, 1945. The second one was Saddam Hussein after the capture of Iraq by the coalition forces (he will be captured 7 months later). And the last one before Bin Laden was Al Qaeda’s number three Abu Musab al-Zarqawi. He was called as the “mastermind” of the insurgency in Iraq.
(Because of the red in Japan’s flag, they used a black cross instead. This was released after the bombs were dropped on Hiroshima ang Nagasaki).
This special issue will be released on Thursday (in the United States).

Personally, I want this type of treatment for some of the infamous personalities in our country. Imagine how people will react upon seeing Ferdinand Marcos’ or Gloria Arroyo’s face marked with an ‘X’ in the front page of the Philippine Free Press or some major broadsheets and magazines.
Setting aside the reaction of loyalists and relatives and censorship, this may still seem to be an impossible dream. We have this culture of high respect and honor for the (dead) person no matter how infamous he was. Let’s just leave it there. Let’s go back to Osama bin Laden.
Osama Bin Laden is dead. It first spread like wildfire on Twitter and various social media (thank you technology). At first, I doubt the veracity of the reports. Remember during the capture and execution of Saddam Hussein? A local television network interviewed a Filipino who was a former worker at Saddam’s place and a local government official and they said that Saddam have ‘doubles’ that can act as a decoy. With Bin Laden’s face as common as any ordinary Arab that we see on TV, it may be true that Bin Laden also has doubles or decoys.
Osama Bin Laden is dead. Imagine how the United States, the most powerful nation equipped with latest military equipments and intelligence gathering, took almost 10 years to capture (and kill) the world’s most wanted terrorist. As my friend said, “It is not something that they should be too proud of.”
Osama Bin Laden is dead. Most of the world is now on full alert and governments warn their people for possible retaliation from his supporters. Some would say that his death may cause fear for other terrorists but I beg to disagree. These men are trained to do their task without fear and with their leader dead, I sense a possible new threat.
Remember the Abu Sayyaf? Remember how the sons and the next generation of fighters continue what their slain leaders and fathers have started? It is a continuing battle, an endless struggle.
Watching the local news earlier yesterday, I saw a comment from a viewer that the US is responsible for making Osama Bin Laden. He said that decades of oppression against Muslims and domineering foreign policy will create more Bin Ladens in the future. I am no expert on history and foreign policy so I will say that he may be right.
Going back here in the Philippines, I see the same problem in the rebels in the south and insurgents in the mountains. As long as there is an unjust distribution of goods and resources, as long  there are farmers without lands, as long as there is oppression and exploitation, the threat will continue.
Let us look into the bigger picture of rebellion and insurgency.
And with terrorism, I do not blame our Muslim brothers. I firmly believe that Islam is a Religion of peace. And any act of terrorism, in my opinion, is against the Islam.
Osama Bin Laden is dead. What’s next? Is this the end or is just the beginning? Is this the end for Al Qaeda or is it just a beginning of a bigger attack? I don’t know.
If we can only have Professor X, Cyclops, Wolverine, and Storm and other Mutants to help us. But it’s impossible.
Let’s just continue to be vigilant and pray for peace. 
And I hope that Osama Bin Laden will be the last “X-Men” to be featured on the cover of Time Magazine.

      The Return of the Infamous X-Men

      This is not about Professor X, Wolverine and their mutant friends.

      But these men wrecked havoc and terror that caused lives and properties more than what Magneto did and other mutants have combined.  

      Since the advent of my bumming in our school library and in my parents’ office library, I have been always fascinated with covers and front pages of various local and international broadsheets and magazines. In fact, it is my daily habit before starting a day’s work to browse and to look at various front pages and covers whether it be in print or in digital format. I consider it as an exceptional art and as a part of history as well.

      I can still remember the front page and the head line of the 11 September 2001 issue of the Philippine Daily Inquirer. I can still recall the whole-page photo of Blessed John Paul II on the same broad sheetafter his death and how they changed their logo from blue to yellow after the death of Cory Aquino. I can still remember a stern-looking Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo (Iron Lady?) and a versatile U2-frontman Bono (Will Bono Save the World?) on Time Magazine’s cover and comic geniuses Jose Marie Viceral (Vice Ganda) and Beethoven Del Valle Bunagan (Michael V.) gracing the cover of the annual humor issue of Reader’s Digest.

      The above-mentioned examples are just few of the numerous covers that still remain in my memory and that made a mark on the history of print.

      But there is one special and rare type (style or design) of cover that stands out and continuously fascinates my love for front pages and covers. It’s from the international magazine TIME.

      It’s the iconic ‘X treatment’ scrawled across the face of an American enemy. It’s their famous 'X' Covers.

      This is the fourth time that the magazine has put an X over the face of an infamous person for their cover. the first person to receive the treatment was the Nazi leader Adolf Hitler after the discovery of his body on May 2, 1945. The second one was Saddam Hussein after the capture of Iraq by the coalition forces (he will be captured 7 months later). And the last one before Bin Laden was Al Qaeda’s number three Abu Musab al-Zarqawi. He was called as the “mastermind” of the insurgency in Iraq.

      (Because of the red in Japan’s flag, they used a black cross instead. This was released after the bombs were dropped on Hiroshima ang Nagasaki).

      This special issue will be released on Thursday (in the United States).

      Personally, I want this type of treatment for some of the infamous personalities in our country. Imagine how people will react upon seeing Ferdinand Marcos’ or Gloria Arroyo’s face marked with an ‘X’ in the front page of the Philippine Free Press or some major broadsheets and magazines.

      Setting aside the reaction of loyalists and relatives and censorship, this may still seem to be an impossible dream. We have this culture of high respect and honor for the (dead) person no matter how infamous he was. Let’s just leave it there. Let’s go back to Osama bin Laden.

      Osama Bin Laden is dead. It first spread like wildfire on Twitter and various social media (thank you technology). At first, I doubt the veracity of the reports. Remember during the capture and execution of Saddam Hussein? A local television network interviewed a Filipino who was a former worker at Saddam’s place and a local government official and they said that Saddam have ‘doubles’ that can act as a decoy. With Bin Laden’s face as common as any ordinary Arab that we see on TV, it may be true that Bin Laden also has doubles or decoys.

      Osama Bin Laden is dead. Imagine how the United States, the most powerful nation equipped with latest military equipments and intelligence gathering, took almost 10 years to capture (and kill) the world’s most wanted terrorist. As my friend said, “It is not something that they should be too proud of.”

      Osama Bin Laden is dead. Most of the world is now on full alert and governments warn their people for possible retaliation from his supporters. Some would say that his death may cause fear for other terrorists but I beg to disagree. These men are trained to do their task without fear and with their leader dead, I sense a possible new threat.

      Remember the Abu Sayyaf? Remember how the sons and the next generation of fighters continue what their slain leaders and fathers have started? It is a continuing battle, an endless struggle.

      Watching the local news earlier yesterday, I saw a comment from a viewer that the US is responsible for making Osama Bin Laden. He said that decades of oppression against Muslims and domineering foreign policy will create more Bin Ladens in the future. I am no expert on history and foreign policy so I will say that he may be right.

      Going back here in the Philippines, I see the same problem in the rebels in the south and insurgents in the mountains. As long as there is an unjust distribution of goods and resources, as long  there are farmers without lands, as long as there is oppression and exploitation, the threat will continue.

      Let us look into the bigger picture of rebellion and insurgency.

      And with terrorism, I do not blame our Muslim brothers. I firmly believe that Islam is a Religion of peace. And any act of terrorism, in my opinion, is against the Islam.

      Osama Bin Laden is dead. What’s next? Is this the end or is just the beginning? Is this the end for Al Qaeda or is it just a beginning of a bigger attack? I don’t know.

      If we can only have Professor X, Cyclops, Wolverine, and Storm and other Mutants to help us. But it’s impossible.

      Let’s just continue to be vigilant and pray for peace. 

      And I hope that Osama Bin Laden will be the last “X-Men” to be featured on the cover of Time Magazine.

      TIME

      Diyos Ko! Bakit Mo Ako Pinabayaan?

      Para sa mga tinatamad makinig ng Siyete Palabras at mas piniling mag-tumbling dito sa Tumblr, narito ang aking alay. Ang aking pagninilay sa ikaapat sa huling salita ni Hesukristo habang nakapako sa Krus.


      Isa sa mga “accusations” laban sa akin na naging dahilan ng “untimely demise” (o siya, eviction na) sa Bahay ni Kiko (seminary yun!) ay ang pagiging “liberal” at “reckless” ko na nagiging dahilan kaya ang mga compositions kong isinusulat (e ano pa?) ay maging straight to the point (hindi mahilig sa mga sugar-coated choice of words), matapang at maangas (define: madaming binabangga, as in madami).

      Hindi mo pa rin mainindihan? Sugar-coated na yun ah? Alright, pinatawan ako ng dalawang taong supplementary regency ng mga pari. Sa madali’t sabi, gustuhin ko mang maging pari at tumuloy sa Theology Department pero kinakailangan ko munang “ayusin ang aking sarili” sa labas ng seminaryo. Kapag naayos ko na ito sa loob ng dalawang taon, maaari na akong bumalik sa loob ng seminary (sana).

      Maaaring “huli” na nang ako ay magbago sa loob ng seminaryo ngunit ngayon, sa buhay ko sa labas ng bakuran ng seminary, unti-unti kong isasabuhay ang buhay na dapat ay noon ko pa isinabuhay.

      Tanda ko noon, sinabi sa akin ng tatay ko na dapat daw, bilang isang manunulat, ay hindi sarili ko ang aking ilahad sa mga mambabasa kundi ang Diyos. Sinuway ko ang tatay ko. Karamihan sa mga isinulat ko ay para makilala ako bilang ako.

      Ngayon, bilang unang hakbang, nais kong “ipakilala” sa inyo ang Diyos na nakilala ko sa loob ng seminaryo. Isa itong artikulo na nakalaan sa Biyernes Santo, sa pagbabahagi sa Siyete Palabras o ang pitong huling salita ni hesukristo habang nakapako sa krus. Heto na:


      “Diyos ko? Diyos ko? Bakit mo ako pinabayaan?”

      Marahil, karamihan sa atin ay nakapagtanong na minsan sa ating buhay ng mga katagang “Diyos ko? Diyos ko? Bakit mo ako pinabayaan?” Sa mga puntong iyon ng ating buhay ay para bang nararamdaman nating wala ng Diyos o kung meron man, siya ay natutulog at nagpapabaya sa atin. Totoo nga bang may Diyos? Totoo nga bang hindi natutulog ang diyos? Pero kung totoong nandiyan siya, bakit niya tayo pinababayaan?

      Hindi kaila sa atin na sadyang mapagbiro ang tadhana. Dumadating ang mga pagkakataong para bang tayo na ang pinaka-abang tao sa mukha ng lupa. Na kahit ano mang bagay ang ating gawin para ito ay masolusyonan ay tila baga wala pa ring kahihinatnang malinaw na solusyon sa ating mga problema.

      Dito pumapasok ang buhay at kaisipan ng kawalang pag-asa. Naiisip nating “Diyos nga ay walang pakialam sa akin at hindi ako tinutulungan, ako pa kayang hamak na tao ang makagawa?” Dito pumapasok ang buhay sa kadiliman. Ang buhay pagpapabaya. Ang buhay na malayo sa Diyos. Ilang beses na nating inakusahan ang diyos ng pagpapabaya sa atin? Kawawa naman si Lord, kahit walang sawang nagmamahal, lagi na lamang sinisisi sa mga hindi magagandang nangyayari sa buhay ng tao.

      Dahil sa mentalidad na “wala namang diyos” (kahit meron naman talaga) ay nabubuhay tayo sa isang buhay na walang direksyon at walang kaliwanagan. Sa pagtahak natin sa ganoong klase ng “trip” sa buhay, hindi maiiwasang may mga tao tayong isasama at hahatakin doon sa “kakaibang trip” na iyon. Imbes na maging tagapagdala ng liwanag at pag-asa, dahil nga tayo ay nabubuhay ng malayo sa Diyos, tayo ay nagiging instrumento pa upang mapariwara ng landas ng iba. Imbes na tayo lang ang nakakaramdam ng “pagpapabaya ng diyos” (kahit hindi naman talaga), ipinaparamdam pa natin ito sa iba. Ilang beses na ba tayong naging instrumento para ang ating kapwa ay “mabuhay sa kadiliman?”

      Bakit nga ba kapag tayo ay malayo sa Diyos, tayo ay nabubuhay sa kadiliman? Ito ay sa kadahilanang diyos ang siyang nagbibigay ng liwanag. Diyos ang talagang nagbibigay ng ilaw dahil ang Diyos ang ilaw, ang diyos ang liwanag. Mas maliwanag pa ang diyos kumpara sa ilaw na ibinibigay ng Meralco. Mas Masaya, mas maganda, kapag may liwanag ang buhay. At ang liwanag ng buhay ay atin lamang makakamit sa diyos. Walang ibang nilalang ang makakapagbigay ng ganap na kaliwanagan bukod sa diyos (katunayan nga, ang diyos ay hindi isang nilalang dahil wala naming lumalang sa kanya). Kung kaliwanagan ng buhay ang kailangan mo para sa madilim mong buhay, diyos ang kailangan mo.

      Sa katunayan, kapag dumadating ang mga “kadiliman” sa ating buhay, hindi naman ito talagang ganap na kadiliman. Sabihin na nating, isa lamang itong “kulimlim” ng buhay. Kung atin itong ikukumpara sa ating buhay at diyos ang “araw”, hindi naman talaga nawawala o nagpapabaya ang Diyos, “nakakubli” lamang siya sa likod ng mga ulap ngunit hindi siya nawawala. Kung inaakala nating nawawala ang araw, o nawawala ang diyos sa ating buhay, iyon ay isang pagkakamali. Tayo ang nawawala, hindi ang araw. Tayo ang lumalayo sa Diyos, hindi Diyos ang lumalayo sa atin.

      E bakit pa kinakailangang magkaroon ng mga “kulimlim” na parte ng ating buhay?

      Ang buhay ng tao ay hindi palaging puno ng kasiyahan. Natural sa buhay ng tao na dumadating ang mga problema at pagsubok ng buhay. Ang mga pagsubok na ito ang nagdadagdag ng “kulay” at ganda ng buhay. Masyadong “patay” ang isang buhay kung pare-pareho na lamang ang kulay at lasa nito. Paano nating masasabing masaya ang ating buhay kung wala tayong punto ng pagkukumparahan nito. Nakakasawa ang isang buhay na punong-puno ng kasiyahan at walang halong kalungkutan. Masasabi kasi nating mas nagiging ganap ang kasiyahan ng buhay kung ang kasiyahang iyon ay ang pakiramdam ng tagumpay ng paglampas sa pagsubok ng buhay. Nakakaumay ang palaging matamis na buhay. Paminsan-minsan, kailangan din nating makatikim ng maalat, mapakla, at mapait na lasa ng buhay.

      Ang buhay ay parang tiklada ng piano. Hindi lamang puro puting tiklada ang ating pinipindot, kinakailangan din nating daanan ang mga itim na tiklada. At alam ng mga musikero na ang kombinasyon ng mga itim at putting tiklada – na parang kombinasyon ng kaligayahan at kalungkutan ng buhay – ang siyang mas nakagagawa ng kaaya-aya at de kalidad na tunog.

      Bukod sa pagbibigay ng lasa at kulay ng buhay, bakit kinakailangan pa nating maghirap? Bakit pa kinakailangang magbigay ni Lord ng mga pagsubok ng buhay?

      Ang diyos ay diyos na kahit wala ang mga nilalang. Hindi dagdag o kabawasan sa pagiging Diyos niya ang mga nilalang. Kung tutuusin nga, hindi na niya kinakailangan pang lumikha dahil diyos na siya. Ngunit dahil sa kanyang pagmamahal ay nilikha niya tayo. Nilikha tayo ng Diyos dahil sa pagmamahal niya sa sanilibutan. Bilang mga nlalang, natural lamang na ibalik natin ang pagmamahal na iyon sa diyos na siyang unang nagmahal at lumikha sa atin.

      May mga pagkakataon kasi na sa kadahilanang masyado na tayong nagiging makasarili bunga ng ating tagumpay, nakakalimutan na nating magpasalamat sa diyos. Paminsan-minsan, kinakailangan tayong “kalugin” ng diyos upang magising tayo sa katotohanang mayroong diyos na pinagmumulan ng lahat ng tagumpay at ganap na kaligayahan.

      Gayundin naman, ang Diyos ay umaakto bilang mga “traffic signs” sa “highway ng paglalakbay natin sa buhay.” Huwag natin itong ituring bilang mga balakkid sa paglalakbay sa buhay, bagkus, ituring natin ang diyos bilang isang gabay upang makarating tayo sa ating paroroonan ng ligtas. Dahil sa bandang huli, diyos din naman ang patutunguhan nating lahat. Ang diyos ang simula at katapusan ng lahat ng mga bagay. Siya ang Alpha at Omega ng sanlibutan at ng ating mga buhay.

      Ang plano ng diyos para sa kanyang mga nilalang ay palaging “happy ending.” Kung sa istorya ng buhay natin ay para bang gusto na nating sumuko dahil sa mga pagsubok at problema nating hinaharap, alalahanin na nating hindi pa iyon ang “happy ending” na itinakda ng Diyos para sa atin. Iyong mga iyon ay ituring nating “pampagana at pampaganda” ng istorya ng ating buhay.

      Sa bandang huli, nais kong sabihing hindi naman talaga nagpapabaya ang Diyos. Kung sa tingin nating parang “nilalayasan” tayo ng diyos sa ating buhay, sana ay sumagi sa ating isipan na “nagtatago” lamang ang diyos ngunit palagi pa rin siyang nagmamasid at gumagabay sa atin.

      Nawa, ang ating isigaw sa buhay ay hindi ang “pagpapabaya ng diyos” kundi “DIYOS KO! DIYOS KO! SALAMAT AT HINDI MO AKO PINABAYAAN!”

      Alam kong hindi ako pababayaan ng Diyos sa loob ng dalawang taon sa labas ng bakuran ng seminary. Alam kong may maganda siyang plano sa akin.

      Ano pa mang mga pagsubok ang dumating sa akin, kakayanin ko ito dahil alam kong may plano ang diyos sa akin. Padayon!

      This was originally posted last year. I decided to repost this one to reach wider audience. Have a blessed Good Friday everyone!

      Source: juanrepublic

      Si Juan, Ang Doktor, Ang Burgis at si Lolo (Isang Dayalektiko)

      "Philosophy graduate ka lang? Anong maitutulong mo sa amin?"

      Iyan ang mga katagang sinabi sa akin ng isang propesyonal na nakasama ko noon sa aking trabaho. Isa siyang doktor. Isang inirerespetong Doktor ng Medisina sa kaniyang larangan. Sa pakiramdam ko noon ay parang niyurakan ang aking pagkatao, act and potency. Kasama na ang pakiramdam na para na ring naging biktima ng medical malpractice ang mga comrades ko sa loob ng seminaryo na nagpapagal at nagsusunog ng kilay sa pag-aaral ng Pilosopiya.

      Aminin na nating mga alipin at mga minsang naging alipin nina Frederick Copleston, Henri Renard, Paul Glenn, Samuel Enoch Stumpf at Vincent Potter. Nangangagat ang katotohanan. Limitado ang oportunidad para sa ating mga nagtapos ng Pilosopiya. Kung wala kang malakas na backer at hindi ka madiskarte sa paghahanap ng trabaho, kadalasan, teacher ng Pilosopiya at Teolohiya o Kolboy sa BPO Industry ang bagsak mo. Kolboy na babad sa radiation ng computer at nakikipagtalo sa mga foreigner sa telepono gamit ang fake American accent.

      Matapos ang carefully-planned at well-executed na mutiny laban sa akin ng mga comrades at superiors ko sa seminaryo, hindi agad ako nakapaghanap ng trabaho. Bukod kasi sa aberya sa transcript of records ng batch namin, hindi agad nag-sink in sa akin ang mga bagay-bagay. Planado na kasi ang pagtuloy ko sa Theology Department ng Arsidiyosesis ng Lipa (Taga Diyoseis ng San Pablo ako). At kasagsagan noon ng global financial crisis, hassle maghanap ng trabaho.

      Nagsisinungaling ako kung sasabihin kong hindi sumama ang loob ko sa mga comrades at superiors ko. Pakiramdam ko noon ay para akong tinraydor ng aking mga kapatid at mga magulang. Na para akong itinakwil ng aking sariling Pamilya. Nilasing ako ng paniniwalang may mga taong traydor at magaling lamang kapag kaharap. Nilunod ako ng kaisipang biktima ako ng isang makabagong inkwisisyon ng simbahan.

      Ngunit sa kabila noon, hindi ako nagtanim ng galit. Hindi ko sinubukang maghiganti a la Napoleon Bonapartre French Revolution-style o Ampatuan-flavored mass murder sa mga prayle at seminarista. Hindi nawala ang respeto at paggalang ko sa kanila. Dahil sa kabila ng lahat, nandoon pa din ang katotohanang mayroong pagkukulang at pagkakamali sa akin - na kailangan kong punuan at ayusin sa labas ng seminaryo. Na ginawa lamang nila ang kanilang parte bilang mga magulang at kapatid na nagtutuwid at nagdi-disiplina sa anak.

      Respeto. Isang makatao at pang-taong ugali at gawain. Para lamang sa mga rational animals na pinagkalooban ng freedom at intellect. Kaugalian at gawaing ipinagkaloob lamang sa pinakamataas na uri ng nilalang - tao. Tao lang. Hindi kasama ang hayop. Hindi kasama ang mga irrational animals. Kaya’t ang mga katagang “Hayop Ka!” na sinasambit ng isang taong walang paggalang at respeto ay akma at may malalim na pakapahulugan.

      Respeto. Sinasabing nagkakaroon lamang ng respeto kapag ganap na kilala ang isang tao. Kapag nagkaroon na ng koneksyon o kaya naman common ground sa pagitan ng dalawang indibidwal. Kapag na ng koneksyon at pagkakakilanlan, doon papasok ang tiwala. At kapag nabuo na ang tiwala, mabubuo ang respeto at paggalang. Maaari ding magkaroon ng respeto ang isang indibidwal sa mas nakakataas sa kanya. Ang empleyado sa kanyang bosing. Ang anak sa kanyang mga magulang. Ganyan ang respeto sa kontekstong pinaniniwalaan at tinatanggap ng lipunan. Ngunit hindi iyon ganap.

      Sa paglabas ko ng seminaryo, mas namulat ako sa realidad ng buhay sa totoong mundo. Mas nakilala ko ang realidad ng buhay na malayo sa comfort zone ng seminaryo. Madami akong nakilalang mga tao na mula sa iba’t-ibang sektor ng lipunan. Naging libangan ko ang pagsusulat at pagba-blog ng mga bagay-bagay na aking nasasalubong sa isang araw. At ang madalas kong maisulat ay ang araw-araw kong karansan sa realidad ng marginalization ng mga burgis at dukha.

      At ang isa sa hindi ko matanggap ay ang konsepto ng mga burgis ng “breeding.”

      Breeding. Iyon daw ang distinction ng mga burgis sa masa. Ng may pinag-aralan sa mangmang. Ng sosyal sa jologs. Ng laking aircon sa mga hampas lupa. Wasak. Kung dati ay ginagamit lang ang salita sa besprend ng tao (read: anong breed ng aso niyo?), ngayon ay ginagamit na din sa tao. 

      Para bang gustong sabihin ng mga taong “may breeding” na askal ka, may lahi ako. Iyon ang hindi ko matanggap at lubos na maunawaan. Gamitin nating halimbawa ang mga aso. Lahat naman ng aso ay may breed. Ang totoong issue lang ay kung imported o lokal. Nakasanayan lang natin na kapag sinabing ang aso ay “may breed”, ang iniisip natin agad ay ang magagandang lahi na imported.

      Hindi ako sumasang-ayon sa pahayag ng mga burgis ng “kulang sa breeding” ang mga tao sa ibaba nila. Lahat ng tao ay may breeding, iba-iba nga lang. Kung paanong inirerespeto at dapat nating respetuhin ang kultura ng iba, gayundin naman ang “upbringing” at kinalakahian ng isang tao. Pantay-pantay tayo mga matapobreng utak aso.

      Lahat tayong mga tao ay nilikha ng pantay-pantay at pare-pareho. Pare-pareho tayong mga Homo Sapiens. Pare-parehong binubuo ng mga cells, tissues, at organs para maging isang tao. Pare-parehong may freedom at intellect. Pare-parehong mamamatay. Pare-parehong nasa iisang puwesto sa Tree of Porphyry. Lahat tayo ay pantay-pantay ng mga substantial, corporeal, sentient at rational animals.

      Nandiyan ang katotohanan ng hindi pagkakapantay-pantay ng mga tao dahil sa yaman, pinag-aralan, at social status. Ngunit ang mga iyon ay aksidente lamang - maaaring andiyan, maaaring wala. 
      Magpasalamat ka kung isinilang ka sa may kayang pamilya. Kung niloob na paglaruan ng Cosmos ang tadhana, puwede kang isilang sa isang dukhang pamilya. O kaya isa sa miyembro ng mga tribo sa Africa. Chumamba ka lang. Tandaan mong isinilang tayong lahat na walang saplot. At kapag namatay ay mabubulok at kakainin din ng lupa.

      Kung sa buhay mo ay wala kang respeto at paggalang sa kapwa mo tao, wala kang pinagkaiba sa hayop. Kung ang tingin mo sa sarili mo ay hamak na mas mataas kumpara sa ibang tao, hindi ka tao. Itinuturing mo ang sarili mong Diyos. Hangal! Subukan nga natin ang kapangyarihan mo? Kung hindi mo naiisip na pantay-pantay tayo, ibigay mo na lang ang talinong ipinagkaloob sa iyo ng Lumikha. Sayang at hindi mo naman ginagamit.

      Isinusulat ko ang artikulong ito sa malayo at bundok na Barangay ng De La Paz, Lungsod ng Batangas habang binabantayan ang aking lolo na iginupo ng stroke. Hindi man siya comatose, palagi siyang natutulog, hindi makapagsalita, ang pagkain ay ipinapadaan sa tubo, at kung huminga ay parang si Darth Vader - staggard at parang palaging nahihirapan. Kailangang palaging may nakabantay sa kanya dahil gusto niyang tanggalin ang tubo na dinadaanan ng kaniyang pagkain.

      Nakakakilig at may kurot sa puso ang ginagawang pag-aalaga ng lola sa kaniyang asawa. Kinakausap. Nilalambing. Nililinisan. Pinapalitan ng diaper at damit. Kung minsan nga ay umaalis na lang ako sa tabi dahil baka hindi ko mapigilan ang pagpatak ng aking luha.

      Nakakataba ng puso ang maya’t mayang dagsa ng mga taong dumadalaw. Bata, matanda, Thunder Cats, octogenarian, kamag-anak, kapitbahay, kakilala. Nakakatuwang isipin na sa simpleng pagdalaw at pakikipagkuwentuhan, nakakabawas ng pagod at sakit na nararamdaman naming pamilya. Iyon bang simpleng pagdalaw at pakikiramay dahil minsang naging parte ang lolo sa kanilang buhay. (Balita ko pa nga’y may mga pulitikong dumalaw noong nasa ospital pa ang lolo. Kung kawanggawa man o political strategy na maituturing, hindi ko alam).

      Ang mga taong iyon ay mga taga-bukid. Ang ilan ay High School lamang ang tinapos. Ang ilan ay pangingisda lamang at pagtatanim ang alam na ikabubuhay. Mga itinuturing na “lesser being” ng mga nasa itaas.

      Hindi mo naman kailangang maging edukado at magkaroon ng mataas na pinag-aralan para ipakita ang iyong respeto, pakikiramay, at paggalang sa kapwa mo tao. Sapat na ang malaman mo at isabuhay ang kahalagahan ng pagkakapantay-pantay at pagkakaugnay-ugnay nating mga tao.

      Hindi mga doktor ang mga ordinaryong tao na dumadalaw sa lolo. Pero napapagaan nila ang aming kalooban at nabibigyan ng kasiyahan na hindi kayang gawin ng ibang doktor. Hindi mo kailangang magtapos ng medisina para “makapagpagaling” ng isang tao. Sapat na ang marunong kang makiramay, rumespeto at makipag-kapwa tao.

      At sa aking opinyon, hamak na mas mabuti iyon kumpara sa doktor na ang pananaw ay walang maitutulong ang mga pilosopong nag-iisip at nagninilay ng mga ganitong bagay.

      Pag-ibig at kapayapaan para sa ating lahat. Padayon!

      Ang artikulong ito ay nakalaan para sa “Virtually Unconditioned” column sa The Prolegomenon (Opisyal na pahayagan ng St. Francis de Sales Major Seminary, Lipa City). Ang column ay nakalaan para sa mga “virtual seminarians” - mga seminaristang nasa labas ng seminaryo at nasa ilalim ng regency program. Isang malaking pag-uuyam (irony) na noong panahon ko bilang editor-in-chief nagsimula ang Virtually Unconditioned. Magsusulat din pala ako dito? Wasak!

      Una itong nalathala sa aking blog noong isang taon - bago mamatay ang aking Lolo. Pinili kong i-publish siyang muli para sa mas maraming mambabasa. At para ipaalala sa ilan ang tila nakakalimutang respeto sa kapwa - lalo na ngayong malapit na ang Mahal na Araw.

      Source: juanrepublic


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