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Sunday, December 27, 2009
Wake up Pinoy!
Tell me! Are you really anxious to where are we heading? And do you think you really want for a change? In the present flow of things, I am in doubt that most Filipinos are hunger for a change - maybe tomorrow.
It is a fact that the behavior of the citizens of any country determines where a country is heading. You can even talk the whole year round with theories and plans for changes, but all will end up a futile attempt if it lacks a sense of seriousness and focus. Please, think about this: Do you think there is seriousness in ones effort if someone will just end up laughing at the flaws and ineffectiveness he noticed? If your answer is "yes," then you are going against all logic.
Filipinos like anybody else know what's the problem. But only few of us have taken the initiative to do his part of the effort. On the contrary, I am always hearing jokes suggesting the acceptance of wrong doings in the society. If we are really aiming for that change, we shall put an end to this kind of attitude, which have unwittingly found way to our normal way of thinking. In the media, for example, I have always been hearing broadcasters throw that seemingly harmless jokes of incompetence, mal-practice, and etc. to unwary listeners unsuspecting of its degenerative effects on their morals. And because the majority are uneducated to its harmful effects on their psyche, every time they hear it, they just laugh about it; which is, in fact, an act of acceptance.
Now is the time to put a stop to this unwholesome attitude and inclination. I know that speaking is easy than actually doing it; but, we have to, there's no other way - if we want a better life for all of us.
It is a fact that the behavior of the citizens of any country determines where a country is heading. You can even talk the whole year round with theories and plans for changes, but all will end up a futile attempt if it lacks a sense of seriousness and focus. Please, think about this: Do you think there is seriousness in ones effort if someone will just end up laughing at the flaws and ineffectiveness he noticed? If your answer is "yes," then you are going against all logic.
Filipinos like anybody else know what's the problem. But only few of us have taken the initiative to do his part of the effort. On the contrary, I am always hearing jokes suggesting the acceptance of wrong doings in the society. If we are really aiming for that change, we shall put an end to this kind of attitude, which have unwittingly found way to our normal way of thinking. In the media, for example, I have always been hearing broadcasters throw that seemingly harmless jokes of incompetence, mal-practice, and etc. to unwary listeners unsuspecting of its degenerative effects on their morals. And because the majority are uneducated to its harmful effects on their psyche, every time they hear it, they just laugh about it; which is, in fact, an act of acceptance.
Now is the time to put a stop to this unwholesome attitude and inclination. I know that speaking is easy than actually doing it; but, we have to, there's no other way - if we want a better life for all of us.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Food support: a good move of Phil. government
Rice is the staple food here in the Philippines. In view of the present economic crises the world has been expriencing, I am glad with the government's strategy to keep the rice commodity at a lower price of 25 pesos per kilo, which is distributed, nation-wide, by the Philippine National Food Authority (NFA). With this price of rice, poor people could already buy food with their meager income. Without this effort of the government these times could be a real nightmare for the poor, as the prices of commercial rice ranges from 30 to more than 50 pesos already. To this, I want to say, Thank you so much President Gloria Macapagal Arroyo.
Friday, November 27, 2009
Inhuman: Maguindanao Massacre
Breaking a news of ones death to someone very close is utterly awkward and seemed inappropriate. That was exactly the atmosphere the first time an announcer got the first report of the massacre in Maguindanao, which is part of Mindanao. Just a matter of minutes after the broadcast, the wife of a certain journalist that was mentioned to have been among the victims called in and inquired for her husband. Since the incident was already aired, there was no point denying the matter on air. When she was told the truth, at once, her voice trembled and cracked into uncontrollable sobs. She was completely overwhelmed with her emotion -- an incredible sorrow that would even penetrate deep into the hearts of the listeners. At that moment, for her, it was like the world was going to end.
During my childhood until I graduated high school, Mindanao was already considered as one of the torbulent areas in the Philippines. And, at that time, the country was under the reign of President Ferdinand Marcos. The situation, however, might be true in other places, but not in my home town they called "Labason" in the province of Zamboanga del Norte.
The only hair-raising occassion that I had to run for my life was a pre-arranged training in which I really thought the rebels had already been there in our school campus:
I was an elementary student then, perhaps, 10 years old. In our town, news had spread that rebels had planned to attack our school. As a pre-cautionary measure, all of us were given trainings and lectures on what to do if the rebels would actually come. We did a lot of crawling just like a lizard, propelled by our elbows and knees and must lay flat on the ground to avoid being hit by the bullets. Running was strictly not recommended -- too dangerous, according to them. A specific warning of an eventual attack would be the successive ringing of the bell, we were told. With all those trainings and tensions, I was still doubtful that the rebels would actually come.
But, one day, in school, the teacher had just started the class, and everybody was paying attention to her, when suddenly the continuous ringing of the bell sounded in the air. At first, nobody seemed to move, just listening, but after we were relieved from the shock, like lightning everybody streams out of the door in a rush and ran as fast as we could. I saw young elementary students scampered all over the place, ranning towards every direction. To my fright even though I knew I had lost one of my slippers, but I didn't dare to pick it up, I kept on running for my life instead. I had just ran a short distance, but I was already pretty much exhausted. The road I would suppose to take was now jammed with students that I had to deviate across the muddy rice feilds until I finally reach the road leading to my home.
Later that day, we learned that it was just a mock attack to determine how elementary students would actually behave in such an event. Indeed, there was real danger, for in that stampede, I forgot as anybody else to perform any of the pre-cautionary measures we were supposed to observe. Being panic strickened, we forgot the safety rules that could have led to a disaster.
During my childhood until I graduated high school, Mindanao was already considered as one of the torbulent areas in the Philippines. And, at that time, the country was under the reign of President Ferdinand Marcos. The situation, however, might be true in other places, but not in my home town they called "Labason" in the province of Zamboanga del Norte.
The only hair-raising occassion that I had to run for my life was a pre-arranged training in which I really thought the rebels had already been there in our school campus:
I was an elementary student then, perhaps, 10 years old. In our town, news had spread that rebels had planned to attack our school. As a pre-cautionary measure, all of us were given trainings and lectures on what to do if the rebels would actually come. We did a lot of crawling just like a lizard, propelled by our elbows and knees and must lay flat on the ground to avoid being hit by the bullets. Running was strictly not recommended -- too dangerous, according to them. A specific warning of an eventual attack would be the successive ringing of the bell, we were told. With all those trainings and tensions, I was still doubtful that the rebels would actually come.
But, one day, in school, the teacher had just started the class, and everybody was paying attention to her, when suddenly the continuous ringing of the bell sounded in the air. At first, nobody seemed to move, just listening, but after we were relieved from the shock, like lightning everybody streams out of the door in a rush and ran as fast as we could. I saw young elementary students scampered all over the place, ranning towards every direction. To my fright even though I knew I had lost one of my slippers, but I didn't dare to pick it up, I kept on running for my life instead. I had just ran a short distance, but I was already pretty much exhausted. The road I would suppose to take was now jammed with students that I had to deviate across the muddy rice feilds until I finally reach the road leading to my home.
Later that day, we learned that it was just a mock attack to determine how elementary students would actually behave in such an event. Indeed, there was real danger, for in that stampede, I forgot as anybody else to perform any of the pre-cautionary measures we were supposed to observe. Being panic strickened, we forgot the safety rules that could have led to a disaster.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Pushing knowledge...
How nice it is to hear that someone' has the desire to impart education to the most needy in the community. I am referring to the news I heard on the radio about this Filipino guy, Efren Peñaflorida, who was cited by CNN as a hero -- a recognition for his effort at educating the less privileged. If I am not mistaken, today, Nov. 27, 2009, he will be awarded the title "Order of Lakandula" at Malacanang. (I think Manny Pacquiao has also received such a title.) Sorry, I can't go on deeper on the details of this kind of recognition because I don't know much about it.
His project, "PushCart Education," is a rare project and truly a laudable motive in helping others, since nobody can disregard the importance of education in molding law-abiding and prosperous citizens.
Material success is not only in terms of finding a way to make money, but it also deals the essential know-how of managing it correctly to reach the target - and that means in a broad sense KNOWLEDGE. To attain happiness, the ultimate goal of all, still depends on the same thing -- the acquirement of the right knowledge.
By the way, how can one act differently when, in fact, he doesn't know that other options are possible? Ignorance, of course, is the reason behind mediocrity and poverty. Providing relevant information and knowledge to these kinds of people is the only way to get them out from faulty, unwholesome ideas that can only result to problems, either to themselves or to the society at large. No need for me to cite other people's experiences, you can see the havoc ignorance can do to people in my own life.
Note: I looked at few of the headlines of today's local news paper, it turns out that the attention has been drawn to the Maguindanao massacre that the event mentioned above that is going to happen today seemed to have been eclipsed in comparison.
His project, "PushCart Education," is a rare project and truly a laudable motive in helping others, since nobody can disregard the importance of education in molding law-abiding and prosperous citizens.
Material success is not only in terms of finding a way to make money, but it also deals the essential know-how of managing it correctly to reach the target - and that means in a broad sense KNOWLEDGE. To attain happiness, the ultimate goal of all, still depends on the same thing -- the acquirement of the right knowledge.
By the way, how can one act differently when, in fact, he doesn't know that other options are possible? Ignorance, of course, is the reason behind mediocrity and poverty. Providing relevant information and knowledge to these kinds of people is the only way to get them out from faulty, unwholesome ideas that can only result to problems, either to themselves or to the society at large. No need for me to cite other people's experiences, you can see the havoc ignorance can do to people in my own life.
Note: I looked at few of the headlines of today's local news paper, it turns out that the attention has been drawn to the Maguindanao massacre that the event mentioned above that is going to happen today seemed to have been eclipsed in comparison.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Winner again!: Manny Pacquiao
Personally, I don't like sports that hurt the opponent physically. Though, even those non-body-contact kinds of sports, still, they warrant emotional pain to the loser; but, anyway, that is what sport is all about -- to teach the players the virtue of sportsmanship whose core concept is acceptance.
Looking boxing a bit deeper, it can be said as a mild and modernized form of the ancient deadly combat of the gladiators -- significantly, minus the killings.
Nowadays, though society no longer want to witness such horrible sight of spilling blood and eventual death of the defeated, many still find the thrill of seeing others beaten and humiliated and, on very rare occassions, caused accidental death -- all in the name of the game, and the dignity of winning.
I have not yet seen the entire boxing match, Pacquiao vs. Cotto. All I know is that Pacquiao won. Being a Filipino, I am also very happy that he did it again this time. Congratulation to you Pacquiao and thanks for bringing honor to our country again in the field of boxing. And if Miguel Cotto of Puerto Rico has accepted wholeheartedly his fate then he, too, equally deserves praises for humbleness and stability of spirit.
Filipino champions like Manny Pacquiao (boxing) and Efrin "Bata" Reyes, the Magician (Billiards), are figures that remind me always -- that big things can happen to anybody in any corner of the world.
Looking boxing a bit deeper, it can be said as a mild and modernized form of the ancient deadly combat of the gladiators -- significantly, minus the killings.
Nowadays, though society no longer want to witness such horrible sight of spilling blood and eventual death of the defeated, many still find the thrill of seeing others beaten and humiliated and, on very rare occassions, caused accidental death -- all in the name of the game, and the dignity of winning.
I have not yet seen the entire boxing match, Pacquiao vs. Cotto. All I know is that Pacquiao won. Being a Filipino, I am also very happy that he did it again this time. Congratulation to you Pacquiao and thanks for bringing honor to our country again in the field of boxing. And if Miguel Cotto of Puerto Rico has accepted wholeheartedly his fate then he, too, equally deserves praises for humbleness and stability of spirit.
Filipino champions like Manny Pacquiao (boxing) and Efrin "Bata" Reyes, the Magician (Billiards), are figures that remind me always -- that big things can happen to anybody in any corner of the world.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Hello? Are you there?
Here in the Philippines when communicating with the use of cell phones, we usually used text messages in view of their low costs compared to calls.
When I sent a message and got no reply, instantly, I was anxious what could have happened. To receive a couple of letters like “OK” or even just “K” is enough already to settle my worrying mind. We humans need confirmation – and this is an instinctual matter.
I have brought up this issue since, for the past few months, I had sent emails to government institutions but to my disappointment received no response at all. I am not saying that they are not working or reading my request/message; perhaps they do.
With private agencies, I have not experienced this one. There is at least a message of some kind that reached to my inbox. So, I am suggesting that it is better to install an auto responder, so there’s no forgetting.
When I was a young adult, I wrote to the then President, Corazon C. Aquino – few months later, I got an acknowledgement card from Malacanang. Oh! There was no enough space to stash my joy inside my heart, taking into account that the card has traveled a long way – from Manila to Mindanao – where I lived.
If they couldn’t response to an email these days, Oh! How I wish to go back to the olden days where there’s no other option than a snail mail but, most likely, people will find time to reply.
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NOTE: Just as I was already losing hope of hearing from Malacanang regarding my complaint sent to them, there it was, in my inbox, a message from Secretary Cabral of DSWD Malacanang.
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NOTE: Just as I was already losing hope of hearing from Malacanang regarding my complaint sent to them, there it was, in my inbox, a message from Secretary Cabral of DSWD Malacanang.
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