Thursday, December 30, 2010

Modern day Rizal

Today is the 114th death anniversary of our National Hero, Dr. Jose P. Rizal. He gave up his life for the country. With his death a free Philippines was born. And will you die for the country like Rizal did? I will. And I am not a self-righteous idealist. But given the chance to die for the country, I will.


I’m not saying that we all die for the country like Rizal did. After all it is not a matter of plain, “Yes. Let me die for the Philippines.” It is not. To die for the country is a grand dream, a privilege. 


To be a hero like Rizal is not an easy thing. But each one of us can be real time hero, and honestly, it doesn’t require dying in martyrdom.

It only requires a little pushing, to see the imperfections of our country and more pushing, to face and fight these imperfections. There is no need to rage a revolution to be a hero.

There is a hero in a Filipino who teaches street children. Basic or primary education is a right. But there are plenty of children we see on the streets, working at their very young ages, begging for alms, and getting exposed to many hardships and abuses. We see children deprived of education. For families who live in poverty, education rekindles the light of hope. So to every child you teach or send to study, that light, can become a flame.

There is a hero in a Filipina who speaks up against domestic violence. Long gone the inequality of men and women. Women have proven their worth parallel with men. There are almost 8,000 cases of violence against women. If every woman who is violated speaks up for herself, or if every other woman speaks up for that woman, and every body stands and fight, then abuses against women will not flourish. 

There is a hero in a Filipino who bets his money on Lotto instead on jueteng. Profit earned in Lotto goes to Philippine Sweepstake Charity Office (PCSO). And PCSO has charities and beneficiaries. Spend on jueteng and your money goes to the big jueteng operators/lords in the country who are the corrupt and greedy and, more often than not, government officials who are supposed to be serving this nation good. 

There is a hero in a Filipino who sees corruption and fights it. It is not enough to not be corrupted. Instead of keeping a blind eye, he pokes corruption with a stick and displays it to public's eyes like it’s a dirty pest that needs to be trampled, crushed and destroyed. No more of the million-dollar government budget that goes to the pockets of public officials.

There is also a hero in a Filipinos who doesn’t throw plastic to Pasig River; in a Filipino who crosses in the pedestrian lane; in a Filipino who doesn’t eat a dog; in a Filipino who segregates biodegradable and non-biodegradable waste; in a Filipino driver who loads and unloads passengers in the proper places; in a Filipino who votes in the elections without being bribed; in a Filipino Catholic who will respect a Filipino Muslim, and vice versa. 

Rizal is a big hero. He is the national hero. That is a whole different story and a whole different period of time. We cannot push ourselves to be big time heroes. But if there is a small hero in each and every Filipino, then the Philippines can be a country of heroes. That is big time!


If Rizal is in heaven and sees us, he might go on thinking it’s his doing. After all, Philippines is free because of him. He might go on smiling and think that we’re better of than those Filipinos who witnessed his death and snatched a relic of his dead body or dipped a handkerchief in his pouring blood.

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“It is a useless life that is not consecrated to a great ideal. It is like a stone wasted on the field without becoming part of any edifice.” –Jose P. Rizal, Philippines’ National Hero

Sunday, December 26, 2010

A Tale of a Fly

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.The wings of a fly keep on making. The whirrs signify the flight of the fly. The insect, with its pair of eyes that bulge, has a sight that sees plenty. And the wings carries it to anywhere it sees.

Humans think of the fly as a lowly insect. But the fly doesn't mind. It sees food on the dining table, it lands on it. It sees food on the fridge, on the sink, on the kitchen wares, on the trash bins, on the floor, on the dirt on the soil, on the decayed, on anything. Food is anything. And the fly, greedily touches everything.

There's not a single trouble about it. The fly can have any food it sees. The bulging eyes and the flapping wings. It can get anywhere it wants much to humans' annoyance. But the fly, it never minds. Sometimes, it will fly near people's ear as if to annoy them all the more. It will let them hear the buzzing of its wings.

The tiny fly, it's impudent you see. It does what it wants. They are one of the filthy species among races that thrives in the world. But unrelenting, the fly keeps on flying. It lands here, will fly there, lands some where else, and then flies again.

Oh such freedom the fly has.

Friday, December 24, 2010

A Christmas Message

My Christmas spirit almost ruined by some 'emo' shit. Good thing I was able to deal with it! All thanks to Chico and Del's morning radio show and Liezel and Ara Mae's drinking session, I was able to put matters on the right track! And Christmas on the right perspective. 

So here is a Christmas message to all! :D If P-noy could give a Christmas message, well why the hell not me? Huh?! Huh?!

I'm really grateful when Delamar said this on one episode of The Daily Top 10, "Sometimes we fall in love with the drama." Followed by Chico's "We blow up things."

What's that got to do with my Christmas message?!

Well it's this simple, don't give me this "I'm sad this Christmas" statement. Those simple words made me remember, this is the time our Savior was born. This is what all this celebration about! To thank everything, everyone, thank God! Give thanks to the life you have!

Quit the f*cking drama!

Sometimes we get obsessed with loneliness and say we need special someone to celebrate Christmas with (like that SMP crap). Sometimes also we give requirements to a happy Christmas especially the need for material things and obnoxious eating and drinking.

But really, all those are extravagances. So I'm going back to being thankful. I'm thankful with everything (work, problems, love, home) and everyone (colleagues, friends, Pagongs, family) and over and over again, God.

I may have few, or I may have plenty, I'm blessed and loved. And this is the essence of Christmas. To feel that you are blessed and loved

Friday, December 17, 2010

Tulog na

Sinabi ko sa isang kaibigan kanina:

"Kung may problema ka, matulog ka. Kung may iniisip ka at hindi ka makatulog, isipin mo lang ng isipin hanggang sa makatulog ka. At kung hindi ka pa rin makatulog, matulog ka!"

Naisip ko, magandang bagay talaga ang pagtulog. Sa pagpikit ng mata, wala kang ibang kadamay kundi ang iyong sarili. Tanging ikaw ang iyong kaibigan. At ikaw din mismo ang iyong kaaway. 

Lahat ng gusto mong marinig, maririnig mo. Parang lahat ng nangyari sa araw mo na talagang nagpasaya sa iyo, uulit lahat, dadaanan sa talukap ng mga mata mo. Bago ka tuluyang kunin ng kabilang dimensyon, sa kadiliman ng gabi, ngingiti ang iyong mga labi. 

Minsan naman may mga bagay na ayaw mong aminin sa sarili mo, pilit na iluluwa ng utak mo. Nasa dulo na ng dila mo pero gusto mong lunukin. Meron talagang mga pagkakataon na hindi mo matanggap ang isang bagay pero kung tutuusin, parang ganon na rin yon. 'Yon na mismo ang katotohanang masaklap. Bahala ka na lang kung mapipigil mo ba yong luha mo. Sabagay, wala naman ng makakarinig sa hikbi mo. 

Doon sa panahon na iyon, 'yong ilang minutong pag-aaway ng kamalayan at mundo ng ispirito--maari naman nating sabihing ganun kasi sa pagtulog hindi talaga natin alam ang nangyayari sa paligid, o kung sino ang naghahari sa pagpikit ng ating mata, o kung gaano tayo kahina habang tayo ay nananaginip--ay mas makikilala mo ang iyong sarili. 

Sa pagtulog wala kang takas sa problema. Sa pagtulog maari kang tumakas sa problema. Pero sa oras na tumilaok na ang manok at lumubog na ang mga tala, sa iyong paggising, sana ay may lakas ka na ng loob para harapin ang iyong problema. 

At kung sa tingin mo ay hindi mo pa kaya, wag kang mag-alinlangan bumalik sa kama, yumakap sa unan at magtago sa kumot. 

Nasa iyo lahat ng kalayaan para matulog. Sa pagtulog mo, hihinto ang mundo. Kaya tulog na. 

Tulog na
By Sugarfree

Tulog na mahal ko
Hayaan na muna natin ang mundong ito
Lika na, tulog na tayo.
Tulog na mahal ko
Wag kang lumuha, malambot ang iyong kama
Saka na mamroblema

Tulog na hayaan na muna natin sila
Mamaya, hindi ka na nila kaya pang saktan
Kung matulog, matulog ka na...

Tulog na mahal ko
Nandito lang akong bahala sa iyo
Sige na, tulog na muna
Tulog na mahal ko
At baka bukas ngingiti ka sa wakas
At sabay natin harapin ang mundo

Tulog na hayaan na muna natin sila
Mamaya, hindi ka na nila kaya pang saktan
Kung matulog, matulog ka na...

Lalala
Lalala...

Tulog na hayaan na muna natin sila
Mamaya, hindi ka na nila kaya pang saktan
Kung matulog, tulog ka na...
Tulog ka na...
Matulog ka na...

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Wanna Kiss You All The Time

She Had The World
By Panic!at the Disco


She held the world upon a string
But she didn't ever hold me
Spun the stars on her fingernails
But it never made her happy
'Cause she couldn't ever have me
She said she'd won the world at a carnival
But she couldn't ever win me
'Cause she couldn't ever catch me

I, I know why
Because when I look in her eyes
I just see the sky
When I look in her eyes
Well I, just see the sky

I don’t love you I'm just passing the time
You could love me if I knew how to lie
But who could love me?
I am out of my mind
Throwing a line out to sea
To see if I can catch a dream

The sun was always in her eyes
She didn't even see me
But that girl had so much love
She'd wanna kiss you all the time
Yeah, she'd wanna kiss you all the time

She said she won the world at a carnival
But I'm sure it didn’t ruin her
It just made her more interesting
I'm sure I didn't ruin her
Just made her more interesting

I, I know why
Because when I look in her eyes
I just see the sky
When I look in her eyes
Well I, just see the sky

I don’t love you I'm just passing the time
You could love me if I knew how to lie
But who could love me?
I am out of my mind
Throwing a line out to sea
To see if I can catch a dream

Friday, December 3, 2010

Why the indifference

My contacts and friends in Facebook will either think I'm KJ (kill joy) or I'm trying to sound deep, for not changing my profile picture into one of my favorite childhood cartoon characters. But what the heck, I don't care what you'll think of me. This is what I think. 


I logged in my FB account and noticed that a bunch of friends started changing their profile picture into cartoon and anime characters. I've immediately thought that something is up with Facebook. Then I saw a friend post this--"Change your facebook profile picture to a cartoon from your childhood and invite your friends to do the same. Until Monday (December 6), there should be no human faces on facebook, but a stash of memories. This is for eliminating violence against children."


The were two things that I first thought of, one who started the campaign, and two, is there some kind of a celebration on children's rights that's supposed to be happening this month of December. 


I didn't change mine because from here on, I have shadows on this awareness campaign. Plus, how can you be against violence when most of cartoons that I see in FB has violent contents not fit for children? I don't do things half-heartedly. I must have total faith in it first. 

And then, boom! Even before I can even lay hands to some answers, the thing went viral and almost every one in FB carry a face of his childhood memories. 


I would be a fool to say that the idea of getting nostalgic did appeal tempting to me. But that per se defeats the purpose of the said campaign. 


I know there are serious folks in Facebook that said "I'm changing my profile picture because I want to fight child abuse and violence." But what's the chance that the percentage of this bunch is higher than those of just wanting to ride the wave of people having cartoon faces? I have my OWN guess. 


Definitely whomever started this meme (GMA News pretty much explained how it started) didn't mean bad unless he wanted to make a big joke out of everybody. But I still see that Filipinos have the NOSE to be aware. 


However, I just think that this campaign fell short, and a I already mentioned, defeated its purpose. 


Because on how much we really get aware--in terms of how many children are being forced to work on the streets, on drug dens, on prostitutions houses, on porn sites; or how many children are raped; or how many are battered and hurt; or what's the real figures on child abuse and violence in the Philippines--that's what did not translate to me. 


And that's what I want to be aware of. And if only someone can inform these things to public with the use of changing profile pictures into cartoon characters, then expect to see the face of Sailor Moon in my FB account. 


*Note: According to childprotection.org.ph, 75 percent of child abuse in the Philippines is sexual abuse; 16 percent on physical abuse; 2 percent physical with sexual abuse; 1 percent neglect; and 4 percent U VA (sorry I can't research what this means! >.<)


Also I found out that a children's day called Universal Children's Day sanctioned by the United Nations is celebrated on the month of November.