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July 22nd, 2005

Quotes

Posted by jab at 12:05 AM on July 22, 2005 as a stickied post.

My Girlfriend and I, when we talk, we always find great strings of words that tie us both together, tighter and tighter... like a nice squeezy hug....

here are some of them:

~ It was inconcievable - Logic could not have thought of what we have as possible. We are both dreamers, and dreams most of the time defy the impossible. ~

~mahal kita, mahal mo ako - that's that - that is my whole world now...~

~"She acts like summer and walks like rain*" - ikaw yun beh. When you walk parang palaging may nasa isip. Pero, when we talk, it's like a sunny day all over again... *Drops of Jupiter - Train - ~

~ There is one thing that I wont get tired of doing... But that one thing is regrettable - wiping your tears...~

~now you have a different reason to have tears in your eyes -  A smile on your lips...~

"When I was young I realized that life is an adventure... Now that Im no longer young in age, I fear life's adventure. I wouldnt want to go through it without Madel. I fear I might miss something wonderful or not appreciate something beautiful. I fear that I will miss the point of this whole adventure..."

~ nung sinabi ko sa sarili ko: ang tanga tanga ko! ano pang inaantay ko? Si MAdel - baka makawala... Buti nalang - kasi ngayon alam kong ang pinaka mamahal ko ay pinakamamahal ako ~

~When I sleep, I always wished it was your eyes I would see last, your scent that will bring me to my dreams and your warmth that will keep me comfortable~

 - I was mesmerized seeing the drops hit the concrete for a while i let myself indulge in the cold air and the mist.  I felt alone, honestly i was thinking about this could have been better if jab is here. i enjoyed the silence the calmness another time for myself but i have another part that is not here yet, im still incomplete. theres a part he alone can fill.- Madsy

-this thing they call life makes sense with you in it beh... -

- we will fill our life with personal jokes, private laughter and secret bad things - 10/13/05

-  supreme happiness due to intoxicating love resulting to intense feeling of longing and excitement -

Well, I’m just blabbing because I’m missing my boyfriend right now. But with zest of loyalty and patience I know that we have a nice future together. We will be together soon. I love him that much. He is worth every pain, every sacrifice we had all these year. I love with him with all that I am and with all that I will ever be - Madsy's blog september 14, 2005

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September 14th, 2006

Alone with my hands and my thoughts

Posted by jab at 10:37 PM on September 14, 2006.

The cold morning under my green sheets makes me wanna go back to that dream I was having. I breath a deep sigh it's yet another day. It was just last night that I wanted to stay up a little longer talking to my fiance via Yahoo Messenger. Another deep breath and your days first 10 minutes just went by just like that. I could have been done with shower by now. Why can't 10 mintues at work be this fast? Why does it have to be painfully slow, every drop of a second is agonizingly evident.

Being this far from my lover/bestfriend/future wife/fiance is excruciating to the mind and the spirit. I talk to her, I hear her laugh. I see her and she smiles back. But i cant touch her. I cant kiss her. I can't hug her or cuddle next to her in the car, the movies or the single bed in the Los Banos apartment.

At night and every free time that i have to myself I think of her. Thinking that we can be sharing deep breaths and silent love right about now. Alone on my bed, my thoughts run... I start imagining how it might be if we were inches away from each other. My heartbeath rises and my neck begins to heat up. Im alone in my room, my door is locked. My thoughts raising. My thoughts of her and myself...

I cringe. I open my eyes and I see my hands. This isn't so dire. My hands are here. I can put them to work. This maybe be a temporary resolution till I see her again. I will use my hands, well one of them at least. No one's gonna see me anyways. Im just gonna keep quiet and hope no ones knocks on my door. Im going to gather my thoughts and think of the past. Of how we shared love. Im going to put my hand to use so that even for a short moment I can show her how much I miss her and every single itty bitty inch of her.

There's not much preparation needed. Anybody can do it. It's just a matter of thinking back and thinking forward and doing it now. Some say closing your eyes helps, but I like keeping my eyes open lest I make a mistake. Alone  and sitting it's done best so that's what I do. I reach for it and my fingers wrap around a familiar length and unmistaking strength. It's power has been proven before. Hailed to be the greatest weapon man can ever have. It takes me a while before I get started, it has been a while really.

Im doing it now. This is for me and my fiance. This pleasure is not mine, rather it's really for her. I go on and continue... and without a pause Im seeing the progress. I feel that Im really good at it still. I feel the natural power that's in my hands...I know Im not doing anything wrong. Everybody's done it at least once in their lifetime Im sure. Im more then positive it's done by those who are physically not with their love ones.

I do one, and another then another. I sweat, alone in my room thinking of nothing but my fiance/girlfriend/partner in crime the past minutes. I cant wait till it's finally over. I'll be using my tongue to end and seal it all.

I look at the result of my hard work. It's scattered in front of me... I gather it and makes sure that I make quick work of it lest anybody sees the mess.

I end it with an "I love you" and then my name. I wite a PS down the bottom asking her to do the same. I place my work in an envelope... lick to close it and for good measure drop red wax on it and seal it with the letter "J". I write the address and names and lick the almost 2 dollars worth of stamps.

I hope it gets to her in time. I hope it gets to her at all...

I cant wait to do it again. I place the long hard pen which almost fused with my hands and go back to bed. The sealed love letter is waiting to be mailed. i remembered its a sunday... No mail today

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August 30th, 2006

I never got around

Posted by jab at 09:05 PM on August 30, 2006.

... to finish that article a bout the Manila-Acapulco connection. It was corny anyway. So why bother. Get it? Corny?

In other news.

I've never felt this way before. It's a fire and ice type of thing. It's giddyness and anxiety all mixed, blended with whipped cream on top. Thankful with dashes of "wow" is what I feel about having Mads. We're on our official 15th month together. We have unoficially, been sharing each other with each other for over two years now.

Everything from here seems to have gone by so quickly. I now find myself scouring the free side of the internet for the music of before. Music that drove me to place, that put me in place and placed me in another plane of consciousness. Music that brings me to see what lies beyond my back when I see myself in the mirror.

Fire is for the excitement that I have for, well, oddly enough for now. This now that I have. I have with Mads. It's, well... beautifull.

Ice for the numbness that grows above my skin. Covering me. Numbing myself to the passing time, to the pain that crawls from the bowels of my being; out through my throaot, my ears, underneath my fingernails...that's how the agony of waiting leaves me. It leaves me daily. It has more... more is coming out. It's a river flowing from an endless mountain winter.

Should I feel that I am missing alot because I do not want to be here? Am I missing on the now for thinking too much of "what if..." "what could be..." My mind fleets through the pages of an unwritten book. It scans the horizon of an imagined plain.

I now grabe the knife with my bare hands still feeling the wounds it had created on my chest just a few seconds ago, i grab harder notwithstanding how the blade grinding through the bones on my fingers. 

Haaay... Im homesick. Home but somehow sick of it...

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July 6th, 2006

temp post... more to come after more research

Posted by jab at 01:12 PM on July 6, 2006.

You know the Corn or “Ma-is”? I would bet that it is not an original Philippine crop. Why? Because there are very limited things we do to it. We, well, eat it as is (steamed, boiled or grilled). So how did this came to be? I realized this theory last week, when we had potluck here in the office. Most of my officemates where southern Americans or Latinos (Mexicans, Puerto Ricans, Cubans, Salvadorians).

 

 

The Nacho and the Tacos are made from corn. The Mexicans have been eating Nachos and Tacos for as long as they can remember. The Burrito is another delicacy that incorporates Corn byproducts. Corn, might have been shipped to the Philippines during the Manila-Acapulco trade between the 17th and 18th century. The Galleon trade at that time crossed the pacific to bridge the two Spanish Colonies. So that did the Filipinos sent Mexico? Sugar in forms of dried sugar cane. The Philippines was known for it’s spices and well, sugar back in the day. Sugar, has been embedded in the history, folklore and mythology of the Philippines. (Remember the age-old story about the giant who helped people carry sugar from one island to another and was attacked by ants?) That’s sugar for you.

 

 

 

Here are some interesting things that might fancy our appetites. The Adobo, a truly Filipino dish is from the Spanish meal called Adobado. It is almost the same recipe but without the Soy Sauce. The Soy Sauce is believed to have been incorporated by the, Filipinos to make the sweet delicacy (Soy Sauce us Chinese influence)called the Adobo. Rigth there, we go back to the Filipinos desire for sweet food.

 

 

 

The Arroz Caldo, also an off shoot of another Latin meal is something that we all enjoy up to today. Sweet Bananas? The Saging na Saba? Apparently, Cubans like slicing them into thin slices and fry them with sugar. The truly Spanish meals we’re never really available to the regular “Indio” back during the Spanish rule. They were exclusive food reserved for the Spaniards and the Illustrados.

 

 

 

Most Filipinos believe that they have Spanish blood, coming from 4 or more generations ago. Most Filipinos don’t want to accept is that they might also have Mexican or “Incan” blood in their system due to the Manila-Acapulco trade. Spaniards were tall, slender Europeans. Latin Americans are descendents from shorter more stout individuals.

 

 

 

More later…

 

 

 

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July 3rd, 2006

This one is in response to my friend nix... I feel yah...

Posted by jab at 06:45 AM on July 3, 2006.

Why Happinnes is not contagious

 

 

 

Why can't other people give in to the innate urge to be happy when other people are happy? Isn't laughter, smile, sugar spice and everything nice as contagious as H5N1 in chickens and turkeys?

 

 

 

 

I have been "with" my Fiance' for a considerably long time now. We have shared quite a bit of ups and downs "together" (the quotation marks indicate pruverbialness due to our proximity from each other; uhm about a whole ocean, but we are really together sill, no matter what). We have share some with friends, some we kept to ourselves, some caused some tears to roll down and some we thought would just go away and die a natural death.

 

 

 

 

She recently told me that she received a text message from an unidentifiable entity telling her "bad things". Well, to cut it short, someone is out to break us apart. Telling "bad things" about me. Well, that person does not know what waste of time he'she had to go through to send that message, coz plainly, he/she is not going through. Message invalid. I was thinking how that person searched for a free internet service to be able to send an SMS message to my fiance'. Imagine the effort and time spent. This person must really have no life. None whatsoever. I'm assuming this is the same person that sent her messages through Madsy's YM and some on to her Myspace a long time ago. Grow up. Move on.

 

 

 

 

It's sad how far other people would go just to make other happy people's lives miserable. As miserable as theirs I guess. This person probably makes his/her life interesting by reading pocketbooks wee into the middle of the night, or have several textpals with encoded names and uses a different name as well. He or she probably is still telling herself that all her/his failed relationship(s) in the past is not his/her fault and that he/she is the victim, and that its not his/her lost. Bitter? I thought so too.

 

 

 

 

This same person is probably wasting precious money-making time by looking at my profile and reading this actual brain fart that I'm having in the middle of the night. To some Hannibalish degree, I feel flattered for the time this person is spending on me and mads, so he/she can do recon work on us and try to clean hi/her tracks so we cannot figure out who he/she is. Dont worry, there is no figuring out. It's obvious who you are, and it's just sad. No, not pathetic, it's... Sad.

 

 

 

 

I don’t go out to the world and claim that we are happy that we hav the most perfect of relationships that we are invincible. No. Not really, We cry often together and by ourselves. Sometimes even over the phone because we just, well, plainly miss each other. We litter our work and living space with pictures of each other because for every sad moment that we have we have a bigger happy smile to replace that, thanks to the memories we have of each other. We also keep ourselves strong stable and happy by thinking of the other things we have planned and have in store for each other for the rest of our lives together.

 

 

 

 

So, this is just one brain fart of mine on blog. If that person is reading this; Kudos to you because I actually spent time for you. Aren’t you happy? Isn't that what you want? Well, here you go. But in actuality, I've got more important things to do like wipe the shit off of my shoe, yes that's more important than you. But this one time is an exception. There is no shit on my shoe coz its all in you mouth.

 

 

 

 

One thing that makes me sleep well at night is that this person tries to be anonymous. If he or she is really concerned, he/she would have come forward, introduced him/herself to establish credibility and actually blurted out her/his "concern". But no. He/she had to be mysterious. Oh well... Sad. I'll go to sleep now knowing that this person thinks he/she is the center of the world, that this person is bitter that people are not talking about her, that this person dwells on the past mistakes and thinks that it is not his/her fault, that this person does not have space in her/his mind and heart for change, improvement, for forgiveness and the possibility of a truly blessed and happy life.

 

 

 

 

You know who you are. And so do I. And so do our other friends and acquaintances. They would probably also think you are pathetic and boring. They would think more lowly of you now because of all the effort you are pouring onto this very petty thing that is out of your reach and way beyond your understanding.

 

 

 

 

I wish you a happier outlook in life, I wish you someone who can show you that life can be better than imagined, I wish that you'd realize that you'd rather sleep than waste your time, that you'll know that happinnes is a good thing and that someone who does not wish happinnes to his friends and loved ones do not wish happinnes to themselves. I really do, I wish you freedom from bitterness and that you will finally know that being happy can be, well, a choice sometimes, just like being bitter.

 

 

 

 

I am not here to prove to everybody how much I love Mads. It's only to her that I need to prove it to every single waking moment and every moment in between.

***taken from my friendster blog.

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May 31st, 2006

accident on the road

Posted by jab at 09:26 PM on May 31, 2006.

No, not me... No one I know.

Names, normally, like any other obvious details tend to be forgotten when events of unexpected proportions happen.

On the way home from Vegas, during our long 6 hours exodus (which normally is 3 1/2 hours), we saw a car overturn and it landed on the side of the freeway on the opposite side of the freeway.

I busted a U-turn and drove my truck across the dirt middle divider of the freeway to go back towards the scene. I parked by the car together with the other concerned citizens and brought out my emergency kit. At that same moment an EMT driving a motorhome introduced himself as a trained first aid. He did not have a first aid kit with him. So with kit in hand I proceeded to assist him stabalizing the victims (I c an only assist because I dont have a first aid license here in the States.)

Turns out, the two young ladies were Stanford students. The passenger owned the car and the driver, well, was just nuts. The driver started cursing after it had sinked in that they just survived a horrifying accident. She kept saying sorry to her friend because she "fucked up" her car. She had bleeding from her ear which might indicate a more severe head trauma, but in general, both of them only suffered minor cuts and bruises (of course as soon as the emergency personnel arrives, the final verdict will be given). Both were really shaking and can barely speak and explain themselves.

After ten minutes they were both stable and were sitting with us on the side of the road and the "fucked up" car. We were waiting for the EMT's, the traffic is holding them up.

The driver of the car said sorry again for the Nth time. The owner just replied, " Dont say sorry, it's not your fault... I've always wanted a new car anyways..."

Things to remember in situations like above (or anywhere near the same gravity)

 - Remain calm; keeping calm make makes everybody else calm (the opposite is panicking which makes everybody else panic).

 - When you're calm, you get a sense of what's really happening so begin to case the scene and asses the situation.

 - Call for Help, this is not the last thing to do... this is one of the first things to do.

 - If anybody is hurt, avoid moving them unless it is really necessary. Internal injuries might normally not show. Even if the victims tell you they're OK, avoid movement becuase the adrenalin rush they have might still be numbing any pain in the body.

 - Keep any victim(s) calm and awake. Talk to them and begin to ask questions. Mix up simple and complicated questions. This is not to confuse them but to keep all conscious brain activities working. Yes and No questions mixed with questions that will make them access memory like birthdates, school etc.

 - If victims are stable, do not feed or give them any water. Wetting theyre lips should be sufficient for the first 30 minutes.

 - If the victim is unconscious, to not attempt AR or CPR unless you are really trained or if situtaions are as dire as can be. Check ABC's: Airway (make sure there is no blockage of the throat even if its the victims tongue), breathing (place your ear near the victime nose and mouth to hear and feel for air coming out) and Circulation (blood circulation or pulse).

 - Lossen clothing (buttons and zippers and take off the shoes) and raise the leg higher than the level of the head. Do not put any pillows under the head as it may block breathing, support the sides of the head and neck witha towel of clothing.

 OK  this is quite long.

End na... (ako yung naka red)

Thank you BADGERS for the training.

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May 11th, 2006

Ramblings of the Homesick...

Posted by jab at 06:27 PM on May 11, 2006.

Home is the cool clear salt water lightly splashing on your bare feet during the morning sunrise.

Home the cool wind that crawls on your skin when the sun takes the warmth away with it's setting.

Home is the cold that makes you want to stay in bed on that stormy weekday morning.

Home is the cold, crisp, mellow yet strong...

We swim on the most clear of beaches, on the most cradeling of waves. We touch pristine nature as if it was just wind on your face. We smell the purest of air as we escape the daily trauma of city life. We eat the foods that put a smile on your face and not a thought in your mind. We laugh, cheer, reminisce on the time that has passed. We laugh, cheer and look forward to more next times.

... Home is that strong, crisp, mellow yet strong San Miguel beer on the beach, at the end of the day or when you just want to stay in and hang out with friends at home when classes are declared cancelled.

I sleep with a fear of tomorrow. A fear that I will do the same thing all over again. To work, toil, slave to subsist. I only wish for a few nights of sleeping with an excitement that tomorrow will bring, an excitement that will make my tummy float, my mind float away...

Enjoy, dream, have fun with reckless abandon. Experience, Discover, create - let time and youth creat a you that will give you memories to look back on when it's time to work, toil and subsist.

Love makes your not question life. Life makes the most confusing questions make sense. Life and love makes chaos beautiful.

To be loved is to forget the meaning of yourself. To be loved is a pleasure you sink and drown smiling in. To be loved is to forget about the distance. To be loved is to enjoy sacrifice.

Ramblings... gimme a beer!

 

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May 7th, 2006

Posted by jab at 07:20 PM on May 7, 2006.

   Here's a timely copy of a speech that I recieved in my e-mail. Timely becuase it has emodied more than what my mind and spirit would want to understand.

   ISKOLAR NG BAYAN, BAYANI PARA SA BAYAN

By Antonio P. Meloto, Gawad Kalinga
U.P. Commencement Exercises
National College of Public Administration and Governance
22 April 2006
Maraming salamat sa inyong paanyaya na magsalita ngayon sa napakahalagang araw ng inyong buhay. Hindi po ako nag-aral dito sa UP, pero dalawang tao na malapit sa puso ko ang nagtapos dito. Yong ama ko was a graduate 68 years ago in Business Administration, at ang pangalawang anak ko ay nagtapos sa Theater Arts in 2003. Ako’y tuwang-tuwa dahil ito ang pinakaunang UP graduation na napuntahan ko and it somehow lessens the guilt of not attending my daughter’s graduation dahil pinahalagahan ko ang misyon ko para sa mahirap.
When I was invited by Dean Alex Brillantes to be your speaker I asked myself what could I possibly say to some of the brightest minds in the country, mga Iskolar ng Bayan, many of whom want to go into public service.  I am not a politician.  Since 1996, I vowed not to take on any political position, whether appointive or elective. Gusto ko lang magsilbi sa mahirap. I wanted to help the poor by caring for the least of my brethren as a Christian who was challenged to follow Jesus all the way to the slums.  I wanted to learn how to care for the weak and the powerless who were victims of history and a political system that they thought they were helpless to change. So I speak before you as an ordinary Filipino who has discovered the potential of every Filipino to make a difference and to bring about meaningful change by learning to trust one another and to work together for the common good.
Going back to my father, he lived a remarkably simple life although he was the contemporary in U.P. of two powerful people – former President Ferdinand E. Marcos and Ambassador Roberto Benedicto. I remember the times when he would talk about these two popular men and I often wondered to myself why he was happy to be a nobody – contented with his life as a public school teacher and later on as an accounting clerk who could hardly provide for six children.  One thing about my father, he was scrupulously honest, although frankly, I would have been happier in those times for him to be more compromising so we could have more comforts in life.  At age 81, he died without ever owning a piece of land… or building his own house… or driving his own car. He left us with nothing except his good name, the respect of his friends and the many lessons he taught me. The greatest one I learned is that the political power of Marcos and the business empire of Benedicto failed to bring our country out of poverty and to make life better for our people. 
It is not political power or wealth that builds a nation.  Power and wealth are mere consequences of a strong nation.  A strong nation is built by a strong people -- people who are determined to work hard, people who are willing to sacrifice for one another and the common good and most importantly, people with integrity.
U.P. has produced many people with integrity like my father.  And it is this value that I want to highlight for those of you who want to go into public service or any field of human endeavor.  Integrity is what we have lost as a people.  We no longer trust our institutions.  We lack confidence to succeed in our own country.  We have lost the respect of other countries.  Integrity is what we have to regain.  Intelligence, competence, talents, skills we have in abundance because we are a gifted people but they are meaningless without integrity.
My father almost failed in me when I took the path of selfishness, wanting only to help myself gain the wealth and power that I never had.  I compromised the values and integrity that he taught me to achieve my personal ambitions.  But God intervened in my life in 1985 when I joined Couples for Christ and discovered a beautiful plan for me, for my family and my country.  My family and I cannot grow at the expense of others but in fact achieve it by helping others find their own security and quality of life.
Our selfishness has created the mess that we are in.  Worse, we are caught in a vicious culture of blame.  Yes there is basis for blame. Many politicians have not kept their promises… many of the rich have not shared their wealth…  some Church leaders have failed to practice what they preach… many Filipinos have abandoned their country… and even the poor have been criticized for not working hard enough. 
At the rate we are blaming each other, everybody is to blame.  Lahat naman nagkulang at lahat  naman tayo ay nagkasala. But blaming alone never solves the problem.  It does not build homes for the poor.  It does not feed the hungry.  It does not restore human dignity.  It destroys friendship.  It poisons the spirit.  It kills hope.  Instead of looking for fault in others let’s look at ourselves –- what we have done wrong, what we have failed to do.  We need to change…but for me, change begins with myself.
We have destroyed so much of ourselves and our country that me changing myself is not enough… that you changing yourself is not enough. We have to inspire change in many others… and, we have to change together. 
Change will not come easy, that’s why we need to encourage and we need to honor all the good examples around us.  We need to invite everyone to come on board.  Poverty is so massive that our response to it cannot be small.  We cannot rebuild this country if we do not engage every sector of society including government.  It is counter-productive to judge all government officials as corrupt.  In dealing with dishonest men, just be honest.  We cannot change people if we make them our enemies.  Engage them and bring out the best in them.
While many are accustomed to the path of blame, we have to discover a new path, build a new culture of honoring those who do good.
In Gawad Kalinga, we work with National Government agencies and over 300 mayors and governors and we have been inspired by their sincerity and their determination to help the poor in their towns and provinces.  Last year, we discovered a lot of outstanding local government officials in our effort to rehabilitate victims of calamities and conflict. The popular image of politicians as trapos and corrupt has not often been our experience.  In working together, most of them have shown sincerity, deep concern for their constituents, and honesty in their dealings with Gawad Kalinga.  If we maintain our integrity in dealing with them, they can be encouraged to respond to us in the same way.
We have partnered with over a hundred corporations and many prominent families and individuals.  They are not the insensitive, selfish, greedy people many have always painted them to be, when they are given the chance to show their concern and express their generosity. Many of them have adopted Gawad Kalinga as their opportunity to make a difference, and many more will do the same because of their example.
Itong nakaraan lang na typhoon sa Luzon, kailangan natin ng 400 hectares para sa mga 40,000 families na nawalan ng bahay at nawalan ng mga mahal sa buhay dahil nakatira sila sa delikadong lugar. Akala namin mahirap kumuha ng lupa for relocation but in 2 months we were able to raise 507 hectares in 12 provinces. Hindi pala madamot ang Pilipino kung sila ay naniniwala.
The religious sector is likewise not indifferent.  A number of churches are responding with boldness to the call of nation-building by restoring the dignity of poor Filipinos.  Bishop Soc Villegas took the initiative to build the Cardinal Sin GK Village for the informal settlers in Punta Sta. Ana; Bishop Precioso Cantillas is helping in the rehabilitation of landslide victims in Southern Leyte; Archbishop Ramon Arguelles is providing Church land to informal settlers of Lipa City; and today, CBCP President and Archbishop of Jaro, Angel Lagdameo, is opening Church land in 5 vicariates to host Gawad Kalinga communities for the poorest of the poor including many Church workers.
The Philippine Council of Evangelical Churches had not been less generous when they partnered with Gawad Kalinga together with NDCC (National Disaster Coordinating Council) and DSWD in building new communities for the typhoon victims in Luzon.  And now, the Church of Jesus Christ of the Latter Day Saints, more popularly known as the Mormons, have volunteered their services and offered their expertise and resources in providing water systems in GK communities all over the country. 
We are seeing a miracle in progress as different churches transcend their differences to work together to build a nation by helping the poor rise from poverty. This emerging unity is an affirmation of the Gawad Kalinga spirit of non-discrimination in the choice of whom to help and working with those who want to help.
Pwede rin magtulungan ang Muslim at Kristiyano.
Tomorrow I am flying to Camp Abubakar. Five years ago there was an all out war that destroyed an entire Muslim community. Mahigit isang libong pamilya ng mga kapatid nating Muslim ang nawalan ng tahanan. Tomorrow we will see 200 houses rising from the ashes of war. Together with Barira Mayor Alex Tomawis, DSWD and SMART, Christians and Muslims are building peace and friendship by building peaceful Gawad Kalinga  communities in Camp Abubakar. This is also happening in 20 Muslim communities in Mindanao.
Millions of Filipinos have left the Philippines and we thought they had deserted us.  But then again, this is not true.  They have not forgotten.  They have not stopped loving the motherland.  Many are not just giving resources to build homes and villages but are actually coming home to help build them themselves. The Kampampangans helping Pampanga and Tarlac… the Batangueños helping Batangas… the Bicolanos helping Bicol.. and many more helping the provinces and towns of their birth.  They are making true the words of Isaiah, “Your sons and daughters will come home to rebuild your broken cities.”
We gave life to the spirit of negativity, pessimism and divisiveness in our country and succeeded in convincing ourselves that we are hopeless.  When we are in an attack mode in pursuit of even the noblest causes, the natural reaction is to defend and fight back perpetuating an environment of conflict.
We need a more radical response to our present predicament.  Radical means to be different and to be passionate.  Passion for change is oftentimes fueled by anger but passion that is more powerful is fueled by love… Love for God & country… Love for God & our poor countrymen. Pwede rin maging radical by following the path of love and the path of peace.
The University of the Philippines has always been known for being radical.  It has produced outstanding men and women who risked their lives, their families and their future to fight injustice and corruption… most of them driven by a sincere desire for change.  Despite the long history of militancy however, this university that has produced some of the most powerful leaders, politicians, businessmen and prominent advocates of many causes has not lifted our people out of poverty and our country out of corruption.
Is it possible for U.P. to champion a new brand of radicalism to what we already know?   One that entails engaging all sectors of society without judgment or discrimination, following the path of peace and the true spirit of bayanihan to concretely find solutions to our problems.
Instead of Ibagsak, can we try Itayo?  Instead of away, puede bang magtulungan? Instead of unahan, puede bang walang iwanan?Lalong-lalo na sa mga matatalino, magagaling at mayayaman… yung mga mahirap na hindi makapasok sa UP, pwede bang balikan natin? Huwag natin silang iwanan.
Even as we exercise our right to speak up and even criticize what we believe is not right, can we as vigorously honor what we see is good?  Can we build and restore this country, where no Filipino is an enemy… where we will rise together because the weakest and the powerless among us will not be left behind?
Are you radical enough for this?   Let me answer for you.
Yes, you are.  This brand of radicalism already exists in U.P. but not recognized and honored enough.  U.P. has Pahinungod which has done a marvelous job of stirring the spirit of volunteerism but it needs to be mainstreamed, sustained and embraced as a way of life.  U.P. has given birth to many NGO’s and cause-oriented groups that are sincere in their desire to help our country.
Three things that we need to recognize about being radical:
Working together to build peace in times of conflict is radical
Fraternities fighting each other is normal.  Fraternities working together… that is radical. When people unite, transcend political, religious and cultural differences and work together for the common good… that is radical.  That is what Upsilon and Beta Epsilon, Beta Sigma and Alpha Sigma are starting to do in Gawad Kalinga.  I honor Eric Pasion and those who started Gawad Kalinga Youth in U.P. for being builders of peace.
Working for the good of others at the sacrifice of greater opportunities for self is radical.
When people leave their high paying corporate jobs to give their time to serve their country – that is radical.  Melo Villaroman, U.P. Business Economics ’84, retired early at age 42 as Director for Business Development for Asia of Procter & Gamble based in Singapore.  When offered a higher position in Europe or the U.S. he politely declined and stated that his country needs him now. Eena Kanapi, U.P. Political Science ’92 is another radical spirit who left her job as Strategic Planning Director of a multi-national ad company to help the poor.  Both are full-time volunteers of Gawad Kalinga, both are sharing their expertise in helping their countrymen rise from poverty.
Promoting the message of hope in times of despair is radical.
Maria Montelibano, first graduate of U.P. AB Broadcasting, multi-awarded TV Director and media specialist is heading a global multi-media campaign to communicate the message that there is hope for the Philippines if Filipinos can work together until there are no more squatters, no more slums, no more hunger, no more crime… where there is dignity and peace for everyone in this country.
U.P. has produced a beautiful Filipino in my daughter, Wowie. She has put her love life on hold to host the sports-adventure show GamePlan that showcases the beauty of our land and our people and to volunteer for Gawad Kalinga, bringing her to the poorest and the most remote areas of our country.
Many from this university have helped us in this Revolution of Hope – Cris Vertido, Cheche Lazaro and thousands of nameless and unrecognized volunteers and partners throughout the country.  We are excited with the offer of support of President Emerlinda Roman throughout the U.P. system nationwide and offer of help from Dr. Ledy Cariño and Dr. Alex Brillantes to mobilize UP-NCPAG for Gawad Kalinga. We know that many more from among you and your parents will come and help.
I am asking all of you now to do what I ask every Filipino to do --
Never stop hoping for our country.
Don’t stop caring for our people.
Demand greatness from yourself as a Filipino
Inspire greatness in other Filipinos.
No nation in crisis ever achieved victory without its young warriors leading the battle.  Do not wait to be as old as me before you start to help our people and build our nation.  Begin now.  Like others in my generation I am here to admit the mistakes we have made and share the lessons we have learned.
Our greatest mistake is that we keep leaving others behind, especially the weak and the powerless.  Look at what we have reaped because of our neglect.  And because we left them behind – this is the curse of poverty that you will inherit from us.
For the last four years, kayo ang mga iskolar ng bayan.  This nation did not choose you to be her scholars so you can just help yourself.  This nation chose you so you can help others.  Don’t forget the poor -- the many others who will not have the privilege of a U.P. education.  Go back to the towns and the communities where you come from and give land to the landless, build homes for the homeless and help grow food for the hungry.  
This is the foundation of nation-building.  From there, it grows to productivity built from discipline and talent.  Nation is not about business, it is about economy.  Nation is not about political parties, it is about governance.  Nation is not about projects and programs, it is about vision.  Nation is not about power and position, it is about leadership.
Let me send you off with a prayer.
As you go your way now, may God almighty light your path and embolden your heart. May you be the joy and consolation of your parents for all their hard work and sacrifice, knowing that you will be the future full of hope. May you heal the wounds of our nation and restore the dreams of our people.  May you be the new generation of heroes that will bring our people to the promise land.  May God be with you every step of the way.
Apat na taon kayong iskolar ng bayan.
Habang buhay kayong bayani para sa bayan!
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Kudos to Tony Meloto, Salamat po.

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May 2nd, 2006

Posted by jab at 06:57 PM on May 2, 2006.

One of my higher speechcom instructors when I was in college was Ms Marge Ranada. A towering morena with almond shaped eyes who ran the oval every afternoon. I would also see here in Rustans Makati on Sunday nights in the grocery. She spoke english better than some americans that I know. She has mastery of the accents, the intonations the pronunciations and the twangs of the english words. When you speak to her outside of class, she would normally respond in english as well. You can't blame her, she was Marge Ranada, the English Instructor. She also had a spent considerable time her in the States.

Kat Paggao, one of my closest friends in college knew my admiration for Marge Ranada. She never stopped picking on me after I had given Ms Marge a white rose for valentines day. Kat was one of the few girls I did not get tired of debating, arguing or talking with. She does not only have an opinion, she's got opinions. We debated in tagalog about everything. Current events, the political soap opera also known as the Philippine Government, we talked about other people and alot of other things that surrounded us. She laughed at how some students would come to class all preppy and made up. I anjoyed going to class wearing shorts and a plain shirt while she would arrive in her signature jeans, polo shirt and sandals. During out freshman year, she had the pure pride of a UP student. Ever vigilant, ready to share her opinion and would not back out of a fight.

 Year had passed. Kat started a family, happily married and a loving mother to two boys. Marge has spent the past four or so years here in the states as a self proclaimed Vagabond.

When I spoke to them, I learned that they are now back in Manila. Apparently they are there for family reasons.

I asked Marge what's her opinion about my plans of going home. We explored the idea of doign what you wanted and being where you are happy. She said follow your heart becuase it doesn't make sense leading a life where you are not really happy and you ask yourself daily if you really are happy. She wants to stay in Manila indefinitely and is considering teaching english again becuase she does not like how high illiteracy is in the Philippines.

I spoke to Kat shortly after that. She asked me if I planned to get my citizenship soon. I said I had no plans. That I dont want to raise my kids here. She went on with telling me how she did not like the idea of paying taxes and see that it's not going anywhere. She loathes at the idea that 12% of her cash for her kids Happy Meal goes to taxes. She told me she wants to back here in the States and Teach ESL (English as a Second Language).

The English instructor who grew up in the States wants to go back home to the Philippines to help in the illiteracy problem. The Manila gown UP student wants to go her ein the states to teach english to children here.

Marge told me that if people keep thinking that martyrdom died with Rizal, she does not have to look farther to answer the question why the Philippines is in a slump right now. If more people decided to stay home or even go home, there wouldnt and shouldnt be complaining becuase they are actually doing something to help. Kat told me that I might not have a secured future if go back home. That I need to think of my family.

If I go home and work there, If I decide to raise my kids with the same values, culture, tranditon and history that my country would I lose something? Maybe a chance at the American Dream? What is that anyways?

If I stay here, I lose. I lose the things that has made me who I am right now. And there's no getting that back.

 

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