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:
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:
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.
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Two years ago (12Mar’08), I received a valuable gift from Carmeli, one of my daughters. Today (06Apr2010), I receive another one of the same value from Junjun, my only son.
From my daughter, it was a prince and from my son, a princess.
As of this moment, i am overwhelmed with so much JOY and words keep rushing to my mind that I don’t know what and how to write…
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‘…a calm before the storm’
a line from one of my favorite songs ‘have you ever seen the rain’ by CCR goes this way:
‘someone told me long ago, there’s a calm before the storm’
the last entry to this blog aside from this one was on february 24 and prior to that was on january 13. it is just now that i have entered this one. for almost two months, there was a lull- calm, stillness. and as the song goes,’there’s a calm before the storm’, here now comes the storm.
PHILIPPINE SCIENCE HIGH SCHOOL
out of more than twenty-one thousand who took the national PhilSci entrance/scholarship exams on 15th of november last year, only a thousand passed. that is in the entire philippines. and out of more than three thousand who took it in mindanao, only ninety passed. the overall ratio of the passers against those who took is 1:21! the result was released on the 15th of february this year and one of passers is my youngest daughter, Nikka (Nelly Karen Viktoria).
IMMANUEL SCHOOL OF DAVAO
for the first time in the history of this school, a student garnered eleven more medals aside from the one as a valedictorian this year, to wit:
1. Best in English
2. Best in EPP [Edukasyon Pangtahanan at Pangkalusugan]
3. Best in Mathematics
4. Best in Hekasi [Heograpiya, Kasaysayan at Sibika]
5. Best in Science
6. Best in Filipino
7. Best in Spelling
8. Most Reliable
9. English Conversational Club Award
10. Diwa Learning Center Excellence Award
11. Balani Science Excellence Award
the last two medals were awarded by Diwa learning Center, a national entity.
the valedictorian who made history is my youngest daughter, Nikka. it can be recalled that Nikka won second place in the ABRACADABRA poetry writing contest sponsored by this group. click here to see.
is this entry a storm? i don’t know what this is to you but to me, this really is. imagine the passers ratio 1:21 and the twelve medals to her credit. her adviser’s comment upon knowing that she will be in PhiSci soon, ‘makakahanap ka na ng katapat mo doon, Viktoria’. somehow, it is true. and to show how proud Immanuel School of Davao is of Nikka, she was included in the billboards posted in four locations, one of which is placed in the school’s entrance.
The Son…The Father…Me
“What a father teaches to his son will also be taught by the same son to his own.”
SOMETIME IN THE EARLY 60’s…on the hilly side of a remote barrio Bongabong, in Pantukan, Davao…around 5:00 a.m…
“This is radio station DXAW now signing on. This station is owned and operated by Auto Broadcasting System (now ABS-CBN) and transmitting at 640 kilocycles.”, the Avegon transistor radio blared in the early summer morning.
The door of a small house has opened. The father, Teofilo (RIP), has sharpened his grasshawk while his carabao has just started to nibble the young kumpay grass. The smell of burning kerosene from the abohan (cooking place) suggested that the mother, Isidora (RIP), had risen too. The son, about twelve, was unaware of what was going on. He was still in his deep sleep.
As expected, “Pagmata na diha! (hey,there, wake up)”, the father said.
The son hesitantly obeyed. After he rubbed his face with his bare hands, he headed towards the small, wood framed mirror to comb his long hair, Beatles style. The father’s Tugaris wristwatch displayed 5:10 a.m. He then re-tuned the radio to dxMM to listen to his favorite songs. “Constantly” by Cliff Richard. “There’s Always Me” by Elvis, but most of all, to the Beatles. He has seen them on Song Cavalcade, a songbook called songhits. To him, they were the best. The father’s advise not to sport long hair was ignored. His big but flat nose did not match to his hair, unlike the real Beatles’.
The father though, did not fail to instill to the son’s mind the rewards of hard work. Of perseverance. Of self-reliance. Of trustworthiness. Of diligence. And many more. He did these not just by words but also by acts. He was a man of few words. He showed strong character not only during plentiful harvests but also on scarce seasons.
And yes, the importance of education. In one occasion, the son joked about the father’s ability to write clearly. It was election time. Marcos/Lopez vs. Macapagal/Pelaez for president/vice president. The father practiced what he would write in the ballot. He preferred Marcos/ Lopez but the “c” in Marcos was not bent well and the “L” in Lopez looked like a “B”. The son called him Marios Bopez. The father just laughed and said, “Do not follow me. Study hard until you finish. I am here to support you.”
PRESENT TIME…in the city… The wall clock displays 7:00 a.m.
The telephone rings. The father answers. It is an early call from Mila Cabiliza, the procurement officer from Tagum City-based DANECO, an electric cooperative supplying electricity to two provinces and two cities. She asks if their rush ordered goods are ready to be picked up. (DANECO, together with all the electric cooperatives in Mindanao thru Kupler Industries) has been his regular client for years.
The father have already packed them up the day before. It took him and his buddies four days to fabricate the goods. His shop is neat and tidy. The tools are in their proper places.
The twenty five-year old son, Junjun, is still sleeping. The father does not want to wake him up. He knows his son is working overtime for his programs. The father’s dreams for him are now a reality. The son finished his studies and is now working for a foreign company. Home-based – through the internet. In fact, he now operates and maintain a website he himself created.
Did the father effectively instill to his son’s mind the rewards of hard work? Of perseverance? Of self-reliance? Of trustworthiness? Did he show it not only in words but also in deeds? Did he displayed a strong character to his son?
Maybe yes. Junjun followed what the father wants him to. He never had any tattoos– no body piercing in any manner. He does not smoke. He sticks to only one girl for almost five years. He works diligently.
A good son? Sure!
A good father? Maybe.
ARE THERE SIMILARITIES BETWEEN THE TWO SETTINGS?
Obvious. Both have fathers. Both have sons. The fathers wake up earlier than the sons. They both taught their sons moral values not just by words but by deeds as well. They showed to their sons strength in character.
Why are they similar? It is but natural, an age-old fact. What a father teaches to his son will also be taught by the same son to his own. The son in the early 60’s and the father at present time is one and the same– and that is me. I have been raised by my father with moral values, so I have to, too, to my son.
My only regret is that my father’s dreams for me did not all come true. While my son finished his studies, I have not!
Still, I am a happy and fulfilled father to my son!