My Life’s Dedication (a re-affirmation)

                  My Life’s Dedication
                      (a re-affirmation)

with your love, i am now what I am told
with gray hair i know i have lived so long
i can not repay you with silver nor with gold
only my whole self and an ardent song

i shall sing to you the song of praise
the song of thanks and of adoration
i shall sing from my heart with bent knees
i shall make you the object of my meditation

for the life in the fields, the murmur of brooks
the peace in the sky, the love in the breeze
the beauty in flowers, the care from the folks
i shall gaily sing for them a lively song of praise

for the seas and hills, the valleys and plains
for every drop of rain that all-year round you bring
for the rays of the sun that shine on the grains
a sincere song of thanks i shall joyfully sing

for every hope and inspiration your beauty yield
for every morn broken, for every flower borne
for every dream fulfilled with your bountiful field
i shall sing for you the solemn adoration song

when lightning strike and quake mightily shake
when storm furiously blow and thunder angrily roar
when fear and confusion will stir the minds of the weak
i shall comfort them– they are whom i lived for

when there will be droughts and your brooks will run dry
when the fields crack and the shady trees’ leaves fall
when the sun will ceaselessly burn in the sky
i shall shed my tears to refresh your thirsty soul

when there will be floods and your treasure be drifted away
when the birds shiver and the flowers lose their charm
when the rain will continue to pour all day
i shall offer my breast to make your cold heart warm

i know i have but a single life to live
it maybe filled with joy more than a heart could bear
still, this blissful life i shall willingly give
for you, the the edge of grave i shall never fear

i know i have a lone death to die
it maybe filled with blood and strife and pain
still, i shall take that death without a sigh
what i lose for you will be counted as my gain

the sharp claws of death can do me no harm
its fangs may pierce me like a double-edged knife
i maybe torn to pieces but my heart shall remain warm
to serve just you till the last speck of my life

the wide mouth of death can swallow me not
dust and ashes i may become in my final rest
tho’ the wear of time will make the mortal in me rot
i know somewhere in your heart i shall forever exist!

                                           sometime in mid ’77
                                           Cadunan, Mabini, Davao del Norte

I wrote this as a man in his later years, toiling under the heat of the sun as my father Teofilo (RIP) did. The romantic beauty of the interiors of Cadunan in Mabini, Davao del Norte (now ComVal Province) provided me countless ideas enough to fill pages of a modest book. My most meaningful works are written there, like TO YOU MY SON. Its rolling hills with the cool brooks were so fascinating that I promised to myself I will be back there someday to behold its beauty and perhaps write there once more. I know Totong Awoman, our neighbor then, will still share his sinudsoran. I hope…

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The Beauty of Our Domain

The Beauty of Our Domain
                        The Beauty of Our Domain

Wake up to the pale light of the lovely morn
Hear the birds sing praising for the new day
As the sun rises, new hopes are born
Worries disappear, your heart joyfully sway

The ripples of the brooks, how pleasant to hear
Roses’ inviting fragrance is life to smell
Your long-borne loads will be easier to bear
You will raise to heights no one can tell

As the sun shines on you my dear little son
Life-giving warmth sooth through your heart
And all of your trouble will turn into fun
Life, hope and joy will fill your every part

Behold the waves of the ripening grain
The breeze will bring you their pleasant smell
With thoughts that you existence is not in vain
They fill your life with unending thrill

When the sun’s heat burns your sweaty soul
The green shady trees silently invite you
The rippling brooks fills your emptiness to the full
With crystal-clear water all your sorrow will go

Behold the peaceful blue sky
While the pretty lovebirds tirelessly sing
Your thoughts will soar a thousand miles high
Your exhausted breast will merrily ring

Behold the inspiring things around you, my dear
They are colored with the light of the golden sun
The green surroundings that this place wear
Help make you strong and your weariness be gone

The penetrating cold wind that softly blow
Make this paradise dance with glee
It will tenderly shake off the failures you knew
New hopes appear, away your doubts flee

The murmur of the creek’s clear cold water
The sighs of the breeze as it blow over the fields
They’ll create in you a heart-touching prayer
And you will reap the lasting peace that they yeild

My son, see the paradise’s colorful sunset
When the sun will rest after its weary day
Darkness will begin to spread its confusing net
The once blue sky will slowly turn to gray

Before the darkness reign the sun will turn to red
The lovebirds song become so sad as if they weep
With motherly lullabies they bid their young to bed
And when the night come, all living creatures fall asleep

Heart-hugging calmness is what you feel, my dear
When you are in our paradise’s night
Soothing night breeze pierce you like a spear
It’ll refresh your soul till the fading of your light

The pale moon will shine on you while you peacefully rest
Dancing over you are the glittering stars
You will be in your dreamed comfort at its best
Heartaches will be forgotten, gone will be their scars

Feel the tenderness of the roaming night winds
It will loosen your breast which had been so tight
Its profound joy to you it kindly lends
You will be in paradise till the dawn spread its pale light

                                                 sometime in mid ’77
                                                 Cadunan, Mabini, Davao del Norte

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I Came From A Distant Place

I Came From A Distant Place

                        I Came From A Distant Place

I came from a distant place
But that place was not for me
Even though its skies were blue
Away from there I had to go

The people there, I love them all
But the people there made me small
That’s why I became so mad
But right now for being so I’m sad

When I was young in that distant place
There were no storms, just soft breeze
There my ship began to sail
With hopes someday I’d never fail

In that place as I grow
Hard strong winds furiously blew
It’s really sad to think
That my ship – it has to sink

I knew it was so unkind
To leave my sunken ship behind
But for me it was a crossroad
Leading to my life or to my load

This new place is not like that place
You greet me here with an embrace
Tho’ my life was as dark as night
Can go through it ’cause you give me light

From this place I’ve clearly seen
The stormy sea where I have been
Thanks to you for what you give
A strong new ship for me to live

That distant place had been a part of me
And the people there I long to see
I’ll pray someday they’ll greet me warm
Forevermore, they’ll do me no harm

                                                 sometime in mid ’75
                                                 Pigsapawan, Gov. Gen., Dvo. Or.

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A Bird’s Day’s Flight

A Bird’s Day’s Flight

                        A Bird’s Day’s Flight

I woke up to the cold breaking morn
Another exhausting day was just born
A day meant for countless little things
But I didn’t ponder, I just spread my wings

To look for a foamy nest far away I tried
I did not take the folk’s words as guide
I left my nest and followed my way
It is not of velvet, I hate to stay

A bright colored flower I’ve seen on my way
And upon it’s soft petals I did lay
Truly there was comfort at its best
The comfort I never felt on my nest

Then my flower’s beauty began to fade
Because it was in the sun not in a shade
When the sun has sipped all the dew
The comfort was gone, away I had to go

Within my heart I felt little pain
But I knew I had to try again
To the highest cloud I hurriedly flew
So high that only me dared to

I reached the shapely cloud of silver
And tried to so hard to find a nest there
But the trees – oh! no one can be found
There was emptiness, no one was around

Finally I find comfort not on the flower I love
Nor on the silvery clouds high above
But it is just here on my forsaken nest
As the day closes at the time of my rest

                                                 july 1, ’75

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I won’t miss the sun, it’s light nor it’s warmth
I won’t miss the pale dawn nor the grey dusk
Nor the starry nights with the breeze so mild and soothing
That penetrates through the breasts where hearts are aching

I won’t care if flowers fade, in them there’ll be no beauty
I won’t care if the birds will sing not the song of liberty
If the seas will run dry and skies will turn to black
And man will have the all the wars and peace they lack

          if they’ll make me hungry
               the bread I’ll bit not
          if they’ll make me thirsty
               the wine I’ll sip not
          if they’ll make me lifeless
               I’ll be living
          if they’ll make me motionless
               I’ll be moving

          I can’t be scented
               I’ll have no odor
          I won’t fade
               I’ll have no color
          I can’t be molded
               I’ll be shapeless
          I won’t grow old
               I’ll be ageless

          They’ll make me dumb
               but I can loudly shout
          That the seeds I’ve sown
               all began to sprout
          Then there’ll be no yesterday
               there’ll be no tomorrow
          There’ll be pure joy
               there’ll be no sorrow

          At last I’ll find all the glories
               no more life’s storm
          I’ll remember not my sad stories
               only my long-dreamt rainbows form

I’m tired of being alive, and who is not?
Who’ll watch the play when performers rot?
We all saw it but only few like to stare
And the characters said they don’t care
As long as they can show to us who they are
By changing love stories into stories of war
They can’t hear us with our soft whisper
For their dreams are as deafening as thunder
We have the preacher’s music but it’s all in vain
All of us heard but only a few cared to listen
When shall we learn to stick to the words?
shall we when we’ll be pierced with swords?

                                                 by doroastig
                                                 sometime in the mid’75

I wrote this almost forty years ago when the time was so harsh. When I did this, my vision was blurred that I was not able to see lightnings, only the roar of thunder. That was the time I transformed myself.

Now I am awaken and can clearly see the lightning and hear its roaring thunder. The thunder I heard forty years ago was just a drum beaten to make people believe there was a storm, unlike the present situation when the storm is a real one. If I have transformed myself with a man-made storm then, how much more with a real one now?

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Kung Tayo’y Magiging Iisa

Kung Tayo’y Magiging Iisa

            Kung Tayo’y Magiging Iisa

                                                    ni doroastig

kung gitara mo’t gitara ko’y pagsasamahin ang tinig
at sabaysabay tayong aawit ng iisang himig
kung sabaysabay din tayo sa pagkalabit at pagtipa
pakingga’t tunog nating dalawa’y magiging iisa

kung kita’y hahayaang mag-iisa sa iyong pag-awit
wala kang madamang kasiyahan kahit sansaglit
ang papasanin mo’y ga-mundong paghihirap
sa mga pangangailangan wala sa iyong lilingap

kung sa pag-awit ako’y hahayaan mong mag-iisa
pagtipa’t pagkalabit ko’y walang kasigla-sigla
tunog na magawa ko’y magiging matamlay
sa mga pagkakamali sa aki’y walang aagapay

ngunit kung sa pag-awit tayo’y magkasabay
tunog nating dalawa’y mapupuno ng buhay
at kung sa mapang-aping hanay ito’y ating iparirinig
mga puso nila’y mangangamba’t maliligalig

Ikaw ba’y handa nang makikiisa sa mga awiting dapat nating iparinig sa mga kinauukulan?

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Pakikipaglaban sa Kahirapan

Pakikipaglaban sa Kahirapan

       Pakikipaglaban sa Kahirapan

                                                  ni doroastig

tusong Kahirapan, hindi ka namin kinatatakutan
sa kalupitan mo, maghihikahos ma’t gagapang
kami ma’y mamumulubi’t magiging kahabaghabag
mga mithi’t pangarap namin ‘di mo mabubuwag

ngayo’t magpakailanman ulo nami’y ‘di iyuyuko
kami sa iyo’y lalaban hanggang sa kayo’y maigupo
sa mga puso’t diwa namin paninindiga’y ‘di marurupok
‘di hahayaang mga pinapangarap mauuwi lamang sa alabok

minimithing kasaganaha’y abot tanaw na namin
ang nagbabagang araw ngayon sa ami’y lilipas din
libong dusa’t hapis man sa amin ngayo’y nakapaligid
bukas ay liligaya ri’t may tuwang walang patid

ang pagpapagod mo, lahat masasayang lamang
sa kapangyariha’t katusuhan mo kami ‘di malilinlang
kung ang mga abang buhay nami’y kaya mong kitlin
mga puso’t diwa namin ‘di mo magawang pasukuin!

ika-12 ng Disyembre, 2013:
Dahil sa mga batikos ng media, akala ko noong kabataan ko, si Marcos na ang pinakamasamang pangulo kaya naisulat ko ang tulang ito. Na-brainwash lang pala ako. Hindi pala siya ang tunay na KAHIRAPAN kundi ang kasalukuyang namamahala sa pinakamataas na pwesto ng ating bayan.

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Diokno Says Past Presidents Did Not Have ‘DAPs’


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‘PNoy OKd 150B for own funds’


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Philippine Science High School Graduates

Philippine Science High School Southern Mindanao Campus

To all Philippine Science High School graduates of batch 2013:

An inspirational notes to gifted Phil Sci students coming from me? It sounds funny. Why would I dare? The truth is, you are smarter than me. If I can have tens of those notes, surely, you got hundreds. So, why waste my time inspiring your brilliant minds? Entering Phil Sci alone is already a great source of inspiration for you.

Instead of inspiring, which you already were, all I want to do is to guide you in setting your goals and objectives in life- like all fathers do to their sons and daughters. Like a gun loaded with only one bullet, I want you to focus to your targets before squeezing your triggers because in life, there is no rewind and no replay – there is no turning back. What you put into it must be the ones you want in the future. If you want your lives to be in color green, you must stick to it even if there are rainbows dancing before you.

It is true that there are diverse roads leading to your desired destination. There are well-paved, there are crooked, and thorny, and rocky. Any of them is worth taking. It is your choice as long as it leads to your destinations. Just remember not to take the shortcuts for it will lead to failure.

Brilliant Phil Sci students, this note is not to challenge your intelligence – I know I can’t beat you. You have been in this institution because of it. I wrote this as your father and a guide. Halfway, I knew what life is. I have been traveling through it for sixty two long years and all I can say, along the way, there are detours; there are ups and downs. Just be strong to bear with them. Like what your instructors did to you, life has tests – and because you pass your instructors’, you will surely pass them, too.

My dear students, I want you to solemnly pledge to yourselves, and to your parents as well, that you will always aim your guns to your targets; that you will travel bravely to reach your desired destinations no matter what the hindrances might be. Have strong faith in yourselves. Tho’ you will be traveling on a long hard road, you will soon realize that success is just a few steps away.

Good luck. May the Divine Guidance be with you always.

Your guide,
Isidoro Rosales

I wrote this one last year when my youngest daughter, Nikka, graduated from Philippine Science High School Southern Mindanao Campus (PiSay or PhiSci) . We, the parents of the graduating students, were asked to write a letter of inspiration to the new graduates which I did without hesitation.
Since this is another time for graduations, I decided to post this here with hopes that, in one way or the other, the message contained herein will be absorbed by our new graduates.

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The Confused Story of Desiderata

The Confused Story of Desiderata

The author is Max Ehrmann, a poet and lawyer from Terre Haute, Indiana, who lived from 1872 to 1945. It has been reported that Desiderata was inspired by an urge that Ehrmann wrote about in his diary: “I should like, if I could, to leave a humble gift — a bit of chaste prose that had caught up some noble moods.”

Around 1959, the Rev. Frederick Kates, the rector of St. Paul’s Church in Baltimore, Maryland, used the poem in a collection of devotional materials he compiled for his congregation. (Some years earlier he had come across a copy of Desiderata.) At the top of the handout was the notation, “Old St. Paul’s Church, Baltimore A.C. 1692.” The church was founded in 1692.

As the material was handed from one friend to another, the authorship became clouded. Copies with the “Old St. Paul’s Church” notation were printed and distributed liberally in the years that followed. It is perhaps understandable that a later publisher would interpret this notation as meaning that the poem itself was found in Old St. Paul’s Church, dated 1692. This notation no doubt added to the charm and historic appeal of the poem, despite the fact that the actual language in the poem suggests a more modern origin. The poem was popular prose for the “make peace, not war” movement of the 1960s.

When Adlai Stevenson died in 1965, a guest in his home found a copy of Desiderata near his bedside and discovered that Stevenson had planned to use it in his Christmas cards. The publicity that followed gave widespread fame to the poem as well as the mistaken relationship to St. Paul’s Church.

As of 1977, the rector of St. Paul’s Church was not amused by the confusion. Having dealt with the confusion “40 times a week for 15 years,” he was sick of it.

This misinterpretation has only added to the confusion concerning whether or not the poem is in the public domain.

By the way, Desiderata is Latin for Things to be Desired.

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Happy Birthday, WordPress!!!

Ngayong araw, Lunes, ika-27 ng Mayo ay minamarkahan ang ika-10 Kaarawan ng WordPress.

Ang WordPress ay isang libre at open source blogging tool at isang content management system (CMS) batay sa PHP at MySQL na kung saan ay tumatakbo sa isang serbisyo ng hosting sa Web. Ito ay may maraming mga tampok na kasama ang isang plug-in architecture at ng isang template ng sistema. Ito ay ginagamit ng higit sa 14.7% ng Alexa Internet “top 1,000,000″ website at noong Agosto 2011 namamahala ng 22% ng lahat ng mga bagong website. Ang WordPress ay kasalukuyang ang pinaka-popular na sistema ng blogging sa paggamit sa Web, nagpapatakbo ng mahigit sa 60 milyong mga website sa buong mundo.

Ito ay unang inilabas noong May 27, 2003, sa pamamagitan ng tagapagtatag na sina Matt Mullenweg at Mike Little bilang isang fork ng b2/cafelog. Noong Abril 2013, ang bersyon 3.5 ay nai-download na lampas sa 18 milyong beses.

Si Christine Selleck Tremoulet, isang kaibigan ni Mullenweg, ang nagmungkahi ng pangalang WordPress.

Ang WordPress ngayon nagpapagana sa isa sa pitong mga website, at 58 porsiyento ng lahat ng mga sistema ng pamamahala ng nilalaman.

Sa katunayan, 66,000,000 na mga website sa buong mundo ay gumagamit ng WordPress, kabilang ang Silicon Hills News, TechCrunch, TED at CNN.

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Translate Your BLOG

Paunawa: Ang entring ito ay nai-post ko na rito noong ika-18 ng Pebrero, 2010. Naisipan kong baguhin ito upang mailagay na rin ang mga kapwa natin blogger na wala pa rito. Ang dating siyamnapu’t apat nagiging mahigit isang daan na at madaragdagan pa ito kung may mga bagong entri na pasok sa Blog of the Day/Top Post na sa bandang ibabaw ilalagay. Maraming salamat…

Ito ay isang katuwaan lamang. Gusto mo bang makita ang iyong blog na nakasulat sa wikang Tsino? Kagulat-gulat ito, ‘di ba? May isang simpleng paraan para magawa mo iyon – at hindi lamang sa wikang Tsino kundi sa iba pang mga pangunahing wika ng mundo kagaya ng Arabo, Espanyol, Aleman at iba pa.

















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Sige na, try mo…

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Upang maisalin ang mga parirala, pangungusap o talata, at kahit na webpage, i-klik lamang ang imahe sa ibaba.

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Happy Father’s Day

Ang Father’s Day ay isang pagdiriwang sa pagpaparangal ng mga ama at pagiging-ama at ang impluwensiya ng mga ama sa lipunan. Maraming mga bansa ang ipagdiwang ito sa ikatlong Linggo ng Hunyo. Ang Father’s Day ay kumukumplemento sa Mother’s Day, isang parangal sa mga ina na ipinagdiwang naman sa pangalawang Linggo ng Mayo.

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“I cannot think of any need in childhood as strong as the need for a father’s protection.” — Sigmund Freud

“The father who does not teach his son his duties is equally guilty with the son who neglects them.” –Confucius

“One father is more than a hundred schoolmasters.” — English Proverb

“It is a wise father that knows his own child.” — William Shakespeare

“You don’t have to deserve your mother’s love. You have to deserve your father’s. He’s more particular.” — Robert Frost

“My father didn’t tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it.” — Clarence Budington Kelland

“A truly rich man is one whose children run into his arms when his hands are empty.” — Unknown

“By the time a man realizes that maybe his father was right, he usually has a son who thinks he’s wrong.” — Charles Wadsworth

“It is a wise father who knows his child. But maybe it’s a very wise child who takes time to know his father.” –Anonymous

“How pleasant it is for a father to sit at his child’s board. It is like an aged man reclining under the shadow of an oak which he has planted.” –Voltaire

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Independence Day, Araw ng Kalayaan? MALI!!!

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May mga bagay na malalaman na lang natin kung ano ito sa pamamagitan ng ibang tao. Halimbawa, kung hindi natin alam na aso ang pangalan ng isang hayop at tinawag itong tupa ng iba, maniniwala tayo. At kung may ibang magtatanong sa atin kung anong hayop ito, sasabihin din nating ito ay tupa, dahil ay ito ang pagkakakilala natin rito, ‘di ba?

Iyan din ang nangyayari sa pagkakakilala natin sa ating Independence Day. Tinawag ito na Araw ng Kalayaan sa halip na Araw ng Kasarinlan. May malaking kaibahan ang salitang ‘malaya’ kaysa sa salitang ‘pagsasarili’.

Ngayong araw, ika-12 ng Hunyo, ang ika isangdaan at labing-apat na taong paggunita natin sa Araw ng Kasarinlan.

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Kung Bakit Natalo si Manny

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Ang pananampalataya ay hindi katulad ng pagbabayanihan sa paglipat ng isang bahay na kung saan mas marami ang nakikisali, mas gagaan ang kakargahin ng bawat isa. Bagkus, ito ang kabaligtaran. Ang ibig kong sabihin, ang taong may dalawang relihiyosong grupong kinaaaniban, parang dalawang bahay na rin ang kanyang pinapasan.

Iyan ang nangyayari kay Manny kahit na ang kanilang labanan ay puno ng kontrobersiya.

Para sa round-by-round na detalye sa labanang Pacquiao/Bradley, mag-klik dito

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Ang Manlalakbay

Nang isinulat ko ang isang ito mahigit tatlumpung taon nang nakaraan, ang nasa isipan ko ay ang pananaw natin sa buhay. Ang unang bahagi ang pagiging pesimistiko o ang pag-i-entertain sa mga negatibong aspeto ng buhay.
Ang pangalawa nama’y, siyempre, ang pagiging optimistiko o ang kabaligtaran sa nauuna. Ang ‘Manlalakbay’ naman ay ang kalagayan natin dito sa mundo.

Ito ay reblog ng naunang entri na nai-pablis ko rito noong ika-11 ng Setymbre, 2009

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Pakikipaglaban sa Kalikasan

“Ang tunay na sukatan ng isang tao ay hindi kung ano ang kanyang paninidigan sa mga sandali ng kasaganahan at kaginhawaan, kundi sa oras ng mga hamon at kahirapan.” -Martin Luther King Jr. (1929 – 1968), American Clergyman and Civil Rights Activist

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Ang Kabilang Buhay

Ayon sa aming Religion teacher sa elementarya na si Mrs. Apolonia dela Cerna, may dalawang uri ng paghatol, ang particular judgment (para sa bawat indibiduwal) at ang general o final judgment. Nung isinulat ko ang tulang ito mahigit tatlumpung taon nang nagdaan, ang nasa isipan ko ay ang final judgment.

Sa Revelation 20:12, mababasa ang susunod:

At nakita ko ang mga patay, malaki at maliit, na nakatayo sa harap ng trono, at mga aklat ay binuksan. Isa pang aklat ay binuksan, na kung saan ay ang Aklat ng Buhay. Ang patay ay hinatulan ayon sa kanilang ginawa na naitala sa aklat.

Maliwanag na ito ang panahon ng paghatol hindi lamang sa mga patay kundi pati na sa mga buhay.

Ngayon ang tanong: may kinalaman kaya ang Revelation 20:12 sa katapusan ng Mayan long count calendar na magaganap sa Dececemder 21, 2012, winter solstice ng taong yun? Bakit parehong may numerong 2012? Ito ba’y isang coincidence lamang? May katotohanan kaya ito?

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Earth Hour

EARTH HOUR 2011 | Philippines | March 26 | 8.30pm-9.30pm
Cities and towns all over the world will switch off their lights for one hour—EARTH HOUR—sending a powerful global message that it is possible to take action on global warming.

With Earth Hour almost upon us, our thoughts are with the people of Japan during this incredibly challenging and sad time for their country.

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Gumising Magmasid Kumilos

Ang tulang ito ay naisulat ko noong panahon pa ng diktadurya mahigit na tatlumpung taon na ang nakaraan. Wala na ang diktador ngunit ang mensaheng napapaloob ay angkop na angkop pa rin sa kasalukuyang panahon. Kaya kaya itong tuldokan ni P’noy? Sa tingin ko, hindi!

habang ipinapaskil ko ito (Pebrero 8, 2011), si dating defense secretary Angelo Reyes ay nagbaril sa sarili sa harap ng puntod ng kanyang mga magulang. naalala ko tuloy ang mga hapones sa kanilang hara-kiri

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Kung Hei Fat Choy 恭喜发财 2011

Kung Hei Fat Choy 恭喜发财
Happy Chinese New Year 2011

Chinese New Year is a product of the Lunisolar Calendar
The Chinese calendar harmonizes both the Lunar cycle and the Solar year by incorporating astronomical observations of:
a.The phases of the moon and
b.The apparrent path of the sun

How is Chinese New Year’s Day determined?
In one sentence, the Chinese New Year is the second New Moon after the Winter Solstice. It is based strictly on astronomical observations, and has nothing to do with the Pope, emperors, animals or myths. Due to its scientific and mathematical nature, we can easily and precisely calculate backward or forward for thousands of years.

The Winter Solstice occurs when the apparent path of the sun reaches its lowest point on the horizon. To an observer in the northern hemisphere, the sun reaches its lowest height of the year on that day. The shadow it casts is the longest. For an observer in the southern hemisphere, the opposite is true

By the way, here is a list of “International Year” events allocated to the year 2011. Global organizations, such as the United Nations (UN), organize activities and projects for these year-long events to raise public awareness on major global issues and encourage international action.
The events for 2011 include:
The International Year of Youth.
The International Year of Forests.
The International Year of Chemistry.
The International Year for People of African Descent.
And on Feb 4 – World Cancer Day

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how ‘mga Sulating Pilipino’ did in 2010

how ‘mga Sulating Pilipino’ did in 2010

The stats helper monkeys at mulled over how ‘mga Sulating Pilipino’ did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health:

Healthy blog!

The Blog-Health-o-Meter™ reads Wow.

Crunchy numbers

Featured image

About 3 million people visit the Taj Mahal every year. ‘mga Sulating Pilipino’ was viewed about 49,000 times in 2010. If it were the Taj Mahal, it would take about 6 days for that many people to see it.

In 2010, there were 12 new posts, growing the total archive of this blog to 44 posts. There were 44 pictures uploaded, taking up a total of 7mb. That’s about 4 pictures per month.

The busiest day of the year was February 23rd with 646 views. The most popular post that day was Translate Your BLOG.

Where did they come from?

The top referring sites in 2010 were:
WordPress Dashboard

Some visitors came searching, mostly for:
the filipino is worth dying for
mga awit
filipinos are worth dying for
the filipino is worth dying for by benigno aquino
filipino is worth dying for.

Attractions in 2010

These are the posts and pages that got the most views in 2010.

1. Translate Your BLOG February2010

2. The Filipino is Worth Dying For – Benigno Aquino Jr. August 2009

3. Philippines: Politics of Popularity May 2010
14 comments and 1 Like on,

4. The Paradox of Our Time June 2010
2 comments and 1 Like on,

5. Full-screen Video on your Blogpage February 2010

Some of most popular posts were written before 2010. doroastig’s writing has staying power! He considers writing about those topics again.

Above are the contents of an email sent by WordPress to ‘mga Sulating Pilipino’. The presentation is slightly modified but all of the data are retained. Here is the screen shot of the actual email. Please click on the resulting image to enlarge.

note: WordPress is the host to this blog.

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The Paradox of Our Time

The Paradox of Our Time

by Dr. Bob Moorehead
not by George Carlin (click here)

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense; more knowledge, but less judgment; more experts, yet more problems; more medicine, but less wellness.

We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life. We’ve added years to life not life to years. We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We’ve done larger things, but not better things.

We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We’ve conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion; big men and small character; steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce; fancier houses but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit “delete”.

Remember, spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.

Remember to say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

Remember to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn’t cost a cent.

Remember to say “I love you” to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.

Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.

AND ALWAYS REMEMBER: Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

Dr. Bob Moorehead is former pastor of Seattle’s Overlake Christian Church. He retired in 1998 after 29 years in that post. The essay appeared in ‘Words Aptly Spoken,’ Dr. Moorehead’s 1995 collection of prayers, homilies, and monologues used in his sermons and radio broadcasts.

#393A44’THE PARADOX OF OUR TIME’ video on YouTube as presented by Ajay Rao

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Philippines: Politics of Popularity

Philippines: Politics of Popularity

Philippines: Politics of Popularity

Do you think Sen. Noynoy Aquino will win in his bid for presidency if his parents, Sen. Ninoy Aquino and Tita Cory who are now both deceased, are not popular? He will not! Politics in our country today tend to favor popularity rather than performance. It is evident in what the Liberal Party did. They fielded the more popular Noynoy for the presidency instead of Mar Roxas who is a far better senator in terms of performance. Of course, legislation is different from management; running the country as the chief executive is different from legislating laws but both require high level of performance.

In my high school days, the saying ‘I don’t care whether you like me or not as long as I’m popular’ was found in most of the slum books my classmates have. Today that adage is applied to Philippine politics. Look how Erap rated in the election polls. He scored second to Noynoy because he is popular. But is he not a convicted plunderer? A gambler? A womanizer? A good leader must be a good example to his followers. It is sad to think why this happened, but it is true; it is reality. Most of our countrymen prefer popular figures than less-known ones, they be criminals or poor performers.

How many of those who rated in the political polls are popular movie actors/actresses? Name a position and they are there: president, senator, congressman, governor down to the lowest local ones. I am not saying all of them are not capable of performing their real-life roles. As Richard Gordon observed- Lito Lapid is a better senator than Noynoy. The only thing why they have the courage to run for the position is because they are popular.

It is the same with those who ran because their fathers are popular senators/congressman. They have courage to run because of their forebears’ popularity even though they themselves have not even inscribed their names in the minds of the Filipino people. Funny, isn’t it?

Here are some examples of how popularity is being utilized:

**a mother ran for congress in a district which is/was held by her son. She won.
**a mayor/father ran as vice-mayor of his incumbent vice-mayor daughter who, in turn, ran for mayor (it the father’s last term as mayor). Both won. The daughter defeating no other than the Speaker of the House.
**a mayoralty candidate ran as governor after the gubernatorial candidate husband died during campaign period. Unluckily, she lost.
**an actor who ran as congressman who was later disqualified due to lack of residency urged his wife to run in place of him and she won.

We may seem to deviate from what we are talking about: popularity. Why? I am only trying, as much as I can, to illustrate what drove these men/women, who use popularity as one of their undeclared flatforms.

So, what these men/women are after for? First we must find the definition of politics, especially partisan one because that is what we are in. As defined in the dictionary: Partisan politics- Intrigue or maneuvering within a political unit or group in order to gain control or power. (Partisan politics is often an obstruction to good government) If the definition is right, it is POWER! That is what these men/women are going after while setting aside delicadeza.

The 70’s adage ‘I don’t care whether you like me or not as long as I’m popular’ is thriving in their minds. I only wish that, in our next political exercise, this will be lessened- and this only happen if our countrymen will become much more enlightened. Popularity of a candidate is not the gauge why he/she should be voted for. It is only PERFORMANCE and not the other way around!

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I Made an Honest Mistake


Two days ago, I had an urge to visit Mga Sulating Pilipino‘, my blog on WordPress to check on my latest post and to edit if it needed to be. After I clicked the ‘MSP‘ icon on my desktop, to my surprise, an unusual message appeared. My God, my blog was archived/suspended!!!

Mixed feelings crept within me. How come? Why? What WordPress ‘Terms of Service’ have I violated? For almost two years tinkering with this blog, why just now? What will happen to my co-blogger/friends there who brought me a sense of fulfillment? All I want when I started ‘MSP’ is to share whatever I have, technical, memorable experiences, personal perspective of present issues, and many, many more. It is never intended to spread nonsense posts. At my age of almost sixty, have I the guts to post misleading topics? No, considering that some of the co-blogger/friends called me ‘Itay/ Papa’ which made me feel I am worthy of it. Does a father can be called as such when, intead of leading children to a brighter future, teach them to break rules? No…and never!

Even though I can not log in to WordPress, I have managed to access WordPress Terms of Service. I want to say here, I made a mistake but an honest one. Those who followed ‘Mga Sulating Pilipino’ knew that when I use image or quote parts of published items, I see to it that the owner of the item/items are properly acknowledged. When that urge hit me two days ago, what I have in mind is the one I was bothered: my last post. It was entitled ‘Color your Blog’. The violation I committed is on the last part of it. With thoughts I might share what I knew, I placed a link that will show a Javasript program which when clicked will show this:

My mistake? Intead of opening it from your browser, it will be opened on my blog. Did you see the caption that go with the program? I seemed to have claimed the ownership of the program which I do not. Its rightful owner would presume that the owner of the blog where it appeared claimed its ownership. My mistake is, instead of writing down its URL, I made a link out of it! An honest mistake! The truth is, you can use it without setbacks when opened from your browser.

A part of WordPress ‘Terms of Service’ states that:

Scraper blogs: Blogs that take content from other blogs and re-publish it without permission (this is sometimes called scraping). If a blog contains stolen content, it’s gone!

The owner of the program is not just a simple blog, it is a website. I have no right to use it on my blog. Truthfully I have been using it personally since I blogged. I do not know if eCritters (the owner of the program) will grant permission to placed it on a certain site. I have not tried to. It is my personal reference as to what color to use in my blogs. I regret it but ‘what’s the use of crying over spilled milk’? Due to my carelessness, I have already lost ‘MSP’. I am very sorry for doing so, eCritters.

Nevertheless, ‘Mga Sulating Pilipino’, is just one of mine. I have still two, dot coms and one of these is ‘Points to Wonder’. The question: “What will happen to my co-blogger/friends” can be partially answered through this. I can still share my thoughts and at the same time, view theirs. I can still connect to them.

Your question now will be, “Why not act immediately so that we know what really happened to “MSP“? My answer: It is hard for me to accept the WordPress verdict at first. I seem to lose my sense of existence. Secondly, since I can not access my ‘MSP’, it took time for me to duplicate the ‘WordPressers’ widget where my Worpresser friends can be accessed. Try to see the side bar here, are the ‘WordPress Bloggers’ the same as ‘MSP‘s?

Lastly, I hope this post will enlighten the readers why ‘MSP’ was suspended from WordPress. I have violated one of WordPress ‘Terms of Service‘ but, God knows, it is an unintentional one.

Incase you want to use the invaluable eCritter program, here is the link:

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DOJ Drops Charges vs Two Massacre Suspects

DOJ Drops Charges vs Two Massacre Suspects

Mga aktibistang nagpapahayag laban sa makapangyarihang Ampatuan sa labas ng Department of Justice sa Maynila, Pilipinas sa Linggo, Abril 18, 2010. Ang mga Kagawaran ng Hustisya ay nagpapawang-sala sa pagpatay ng dalawang magkapatid na Ampatuan, dating gobernador Zaldy at Akhmad, na inakusahan ng pagpatay ng 57 kalaban sa pulitika at mamamahayag.

By JIM GOMEZ, Associated Press Writer

MANILA, Philippines– The Philippines’ Department of Justice has dropped murder charges against two members of a warlord clan accused in the massacre of 57 political rivals and journalists, sparking protests Sunday and bringing relatives of the victims to tears.

The Nov. 23 slaughter, which was condemned by the international community, was unprecedented even in a country known for election violence and political killings that have claimed hundreds of lives in the past decade.

Among the dead were more than 30 journalists and their staff — the deadliest known attack on media workers in the world. The killings elevated the Philippines to the top of a list of the world’s most dangerous places for journalists.

At least 198 suspects have been charged in court with multiple murder, including members of the powerful Ampatuan clan that has ruled over southern Maguindanao province for years. Several more suspects remain at large.

The Ampatuans have been close political allies of President Gloria Macapagal Arroyo for years, helping her win elections in 2004.

Justice Secretary Alberto Agra said he has ordered prosecutors to remove the names of Zaldy Ampatuan, a former governor of a Muslim autonomous region, and his brother-in-law Akhmad from the charge sheets for lack of strong evidence linking them to the planning and staging of the carnage in Maguindanao’s Ampatuan township.

“There is no evidence to prove conspiracy and there is evidence to support their alibi,” Agra told The Associated Press.

Zaldy Ampatuan provided cell phone bills and airline tickets showing he was not at a Nov. 22 meeting where the killings were allegedly planned, or at the crime scene the next day, Agra said. Akhmad presented witnesses and pictures showing he was at a medical mission when the killings occurred, he said.

However, Agra rejected petitions from the principal suspect, former Mayor Andal Ampatuan Jr., and his father, Andal Ampatuan Sr., to be cleared of the murder charges. Witnesses have testified seeing Andal Ampatuan Jr. leading gunmen in killing the unarmed victims as they pleaded for their lives.

Prosecutors have filed murder charges against the Ampatuans in a Quezon City court. The justice secretary must ask the court to approve his decision to drop charges against Zaldy and Akhmad.

Several relatives of the victims wept after learning of Agra’s decision, according to Harry Roque, a lawyer for the victims, adding that they plan to appeal the ruling.

“They wept not only for this injustice but also out of fear for their safety,” Roque said. “They cannot sleep now that the Ampatuans are being cleared.”

Several student activists protested outside the Department of Justice, carrying placards that called Arroyo and the department “coddlers of murderers.”

A media watchdog, the National Union of Journalists of the Philippines, blamed Arroyo and Agra “for this massacre of … justice, the rule of law, our basic rights and democracy.”

The indictment says the clan leaders conspired to ambush and kill members of the rival Mangudadatu family and their supporters, who were gunned down on a hilltop in Maguindanao. The attack apparently was aimed at preventing a Mangudadatu politician from challenging the Ampatuans’ control of the province in a gubernatorial election in next month.

The Ampatuans have denied the charges, and most of their armed followers have fled a massive crackdown in the province, about 560 miles (900 kilometers) south of Manila. Thousands of militiamen loyal to the clan are still in hiding, triggering sporadic clashes with government troops.

Last month, another court dismissed separate rebellion charges against the Ampatuan patriarch, four of his sons and several followers for lack of evidence. They had been accused of plotting an uprising after the government launched a crackdown on the clan when it was linked to the killings.


**Resigned Justice Secretary Agnes Devanadera received death threats during her incumbency.

**Alberto Agra served as the President Gloria Macapagal Arroyo laywer during impeachment proceedings at the House of Representatives in 2006.

**The Ampatuans are close political allies of PGMA.

We Filipinos are not as ‘tanga’ as they think we are! The innocence of these two suspects must be tried and decided by the courts of law and not by an office under the President. As I strongly condemned the Maguindanao Massacre, I likewise strongly condemned the Department of Justice for this move.

“There is no evidence to prove conspiracy and there is evidence to support their alibi,” Agra told The Associated Press but “Witnesses have testified seeing Andal Ampatuan Jr. leading gunmen in killing the unarmed victims as they pleaded for their lives.” Where are the testimonies of these witnesses? Are they gone with Devanadera?


Read also:
DOJ wants 2 Ampatuans freed; media, families hold protests

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Ang Aking Ana

Paunawa: Ang tulang ito ay import mula sa dating friendster blog ko na aking na-revive. Ito’y nai-publish ko noong ika-11 ng Abril, 2008 na ang mga komento ay makikita rito. Sa tulang ito ay may babaeng nagduda na hindi ako ang may gawa. Ang sagot ko kanya ay makikita rito.

Ang Aking Ana

Ang aking naging panganay, Ana Regina Carmeli

Ang tulang nasa ibaba ay naisulat ko nung ako’y binata pa. Kasama ng iba ko pang naisulat, ito’y itinago ko na lang at kinalimutan. Nang nakita ko na ang babaing inibig ko nang husto, ako’y nagpasyang lumagay na sa tahimik…

Pagdaan ng mga araw, nalaman kong malapit na akong maging tatay. May napagkasunduan kami ng misis ko na kung lalaki ang magiging panganay namin, ako ang pipili ng magiging pangalan. Kung babae naman, siya. Nung mga panahong ‘yon may napili na ako: Juan Carlos Isidoro, in short, JCI. Ang Juan ay sa lolo ko sa mother side. Ang Carlos ay sa Carlos P. Garcia na pinsan ng nanay ko at ang Isidoro naman ay siyempre, sa akin.

Nang siya’y nagluwal na, isang sanggol na babae kaya siya ang nagbigay ng pangalan. Dahil sa ang misis ko ay palasimba, ang naging pangalan ng sanggol ay Ana Regina Carmeli. Hindi ko alam kung saan niya nakuha ang ‘Ana’. Ang alam ko ay ang Regina Carmeli, Queen of (Mt.) Carmel. Nang itanong ko ito sa kanya, sumagi lang daw sa isipan niya. Ang sapantaha ko’y nakuha niya ito sa karakter na ginawa ko. Baka nasa subconscious na niya ito dahil nung magkasintahan pa lang kami, nabasa na niya ang mga naisulat ko.

‘Yon lang…

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