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Hello there! yes ang tagal ko di nakapagsulat ng entry dito sa blog ko na wala naman talagang masyadong sense ang content pero right now i really wanna pursue my dream of writing some articles worth reading for...naks, english yun ha!

Right now it's almost end of the year and a lot of things happened. OO marami, grumadweyt po ako ng kolehiyo and naigapang ko ang aking pag aaral ng may sugat sa tuhod pero dumating naman ako sa finish line hehehehe. 3 weeks after the graduation I decided to leave my nest and searched for a greener pasture...naks tunog imba ulit ako hehe. napadpad ako dito sa Quezon City, a place that's good enough for a person who belongs to the working class.Nag apply ako sa isang callcenter company at sa habag ng Dios, na hire naman ako...yahoo! naging tech suppport ako dun...callcenter agent din pero ibang breed...nanghuhula lang ako pero parang ganun na rin un hahaha...

Last week marked my 5th month sa company ko and all is running smoothly. Maganda ang takbo ng career ko ng di ko inaasahan...as usual ganun naman talaga nangyayari lagi sa akin. Ang nature ng trabaho ko eh ung isa sa pinaka ayaw ng karamihan...ung duguan ng ilong sa pakikipag usap sa mga customer na di mu maintindihan at laging sinisita ng accent mo at panay tanong kung taga-india ka.Masaya, nakakabanas,nakaka-stress,nakaka-depress,nakakatakot,nakakatamad, halo-halo.Dahil di ko maipaliwanag sabihin nlng natin na ang nararamadaman ko pag badtrip ako eh maikukumpara sa balut na binasag at inapakan.Nakakasuka ang hitsura pero masarap ang lasa...ah basta magulo hahaha.

Nabansagan na din akong isang 'colboy'.OO yun ang jargon nila sa mga tulad namin...gising sa gabi para maghanapbuhay...puyat, pero maganda naman ang kita kumpara sa isang normal na trabahong pag umaga.Ayaw ko pa naman dati sa ganitong trabaho pero na realize ko wala naman pala masama lalo na at marangal ang trabaho mo.

Madaming nakakatawang bagay na nangyari sakin nung first few weeks ko sa work pero until here nalang muna me mag write ha? Kinda puyat pa kasi eh...Im sounding like a conio na tuloy hehe next post ko mas exciting na at nakakatawapa ang ihahain ko sa inyo...promise!

Who's Better???

People went silent. I can feel her feeling.Contentment and faith.

I am not a very good Christian. I don't go to church on Sundays. I don't even know how to pray the novena but one thing that makes me feel worthy as a Christian, I never stopped thanking and praising God even at my smallest victory and grace he had blessed me.

Last week I decided to go home and celebrate St. Vincent's feast with my family. I was riding a jeep which is a famous commuting vehicle in my place. Many passengers are there too including two old women, between the ages of 50 to 60. They were in front of me busy doing there little chats about anything under the sun. They would talk about the house they have, the lot their house was built...the place they were born into...the country's economy....everything that passes by their minds.

I just don't mind what they are talking until a young lad went aboard. they greeted the guy and the young man did the same. They went on with their talks until they bounced on the more controversial thing...religion.

The other woman which I will be naming as Melly, said " I am not a very good Christian, I don't go to church every Sunday, but I can tell by myself that I am a good person, and being good is just what it takes to go to heaven. Other religions like I%^&&C, claims they have the way to heaven, but I say, you're the only one who can save yourself. The lines really struck me. It's like, is she talking for me? The other woman nodded in agree.

They guy beside, who just went aboard grinned. As if criticizing what's she just said. A grin of disbelief. The woman noticed this expression and she came to ask...Are you one of them? The guys answered her, "Yes"

The woman said, I don't mean to disgrace your church's name. I am just telling everyone who can hear me my thoughts. It's up to you if you believe it or not. I have nothing against your church.

The guy answered her and stating the verse where their church's name was LITERALLY stated. He explained that they were the chosen one because the Bible announced their church's name. Then all the passengers laugh. I also laughed not for discrimination, but for the argue itself. It's pretty interesting.

The old woman told him, " Young man, I am and old woman. I went through difficult times of life but here I am. My faith made me stand here firmly believing that God is with me always. I don't spread the good news because I think there are people intended to do that. My only duty is to keep myself good at all times. Yes I am a sinner, but I know how to say sorry, to forgive others and my self. I have faith in God which I acquired by not going to church. I learned to have faith all by myself".

People went silent. I can feel her feeling.Contentment and faith.

I smiled at her and said. "I have learned so much". She laughed. I smiled.

Let's try to think of it, Who's better? Someone who went church and praise God which is just a part of playing good in everyone's eyes or someone who seldom goes to the temple of God but everyday keeps Jesus in his heart?

Silence

I grew up in rural town where nobody else' want to talk about their selves. Everybody is mute when when it comes to opening their pasts. Everything is in silence.

I myself, did become one of them. Mute.Deaf. Passive. Grew up like nobody notices me.
I earned friends yet none of them is closest to me.

Nothing seems so dramatic with that because I see a lot of teeners around just like me or worse. I carried on with this "freak behavior" until such time that I see myself being bumped by bullies and slapped by slippers of playing classmates. I used to ignore those things before but suddenly it came to me that I shouldn't let that go on.

I realized I was so stupid to stay silent. I see people hurting me, being hurt trying to hurt and wanted to hurt yet I say no words. I'm not a coward but I believed that " I couldn't help anyway, why speak?". But now, I let things out!
I speak what I feel. I'm emotionally honest. I go home with no burdens in my back like before. It's a great feeling! It's awesome yet one thing I wanted to get back from my past in silence...the peace of sleeping in my room.

seeing एंड believe

We only see what we want to see.
We only see part of the story.

When we evaluate someone's character we will never fully comprehend the true depths of his personality. We will only see the outer coating of his intricate life. We will only see parts of his different shades and sides. But deep inside a person's personality there is a plethora of insights. It's like you are looking through a labyrinth of thoughts, experiences and life stories.

We all live different lives.
We all live the way we want consciously or subsconsciously.

When people judge us with the way we deal with things they will never comprehend the whole reason behind it. Not everyone will understand why we are acting this way or that. They will never see all the intricate details of our lives. We are what we are. We are big icebergs hiding our big chunks from everyone.

No one will truly understand someone unless they look closer. No one will ever comprehend someone if he will not open his eyes to all the tiny details.

No one will ever love you for what you are unless they accept everything about you. No one will ever love you truthfully unless they respect you for what you are.


What I'm trying to say is that, we need to respect each other. It doesn't matter what you are, what you think or what you do.

How much I’ve known Christ

Everyday dealing with life is a struggle for everyone. Many people are too busy doing their work and often forget to see what should be prioritized. I, myself is one of those crowd. I study hard every day and sleeps late in the evening awaken by my thoughts of project deadlines and budgeting my weekly allowance. This has been my daily routine and I’m barely used to it.
One day my professor asked the whole class how much we’ve known Christ. I started to contemplate and reflect, do I really know who Christ is? Didn’t I always forget Him? Is He the one crucified to redeem the world or just a man from the past with undying legacy of teaching?
I am not as religious as anyone else in the class but as what I have known Christ, I feel like only a small part of his life is revealed to me. Jesus Christ is constantly surprising me. Yes, I may have known Him from birth to his death but all his miracles and works are yet unknown to me.
According to my theoretical studies, I have known Christ as a great teacher and preacher of the Kingdom of God. Christ is the one sent to earth to save mankind from eternal damnation and brought back the people to God’s hand. He has the immeasurable divinity with pure humanity. Many are sceptical about it but I believe it is true. Jesus is man of miracle and a God of mercy at the same time, thus, everyone should believe that it is true.
Christ is my Saviour that is how I personally know him. He saves my day. He lifts me in most of the sinking times, the times when I am about to give up. He takes away my worries by giving me a brand new day to face my woes. He is a smart guide for me to show that the trials he gave me are making me strong for the future. He is ultimately the Supreme Being.
I may have known Jesus Christ better, but I think I have a long way to go before I could fully figure out his true identity. For now I know Him as a perfect peer to hang on with, an unseen father who’s got his two eyes on me every time. Christ is the only one I have that could never be stolen from me, that is how I know him and that will always be my impression about Him.

My Land

I don’t want to be a foreigner on my own land. I’m not going to be a stranger to my own culture. Why would anyone want to travel abroad when everything one could be proud of is just right here—right here in this group of 7,000 islands. I will not waste my time appreciating other land’s achievements when there are more important gifts of nature on this country where I stand. I beg to be different.
Here is the land where I grew. On these roads I learned to run, stumble and stand up for what I believe. I am nurtured by the air that blew from high mountains that surround us. This is where I first saw the beauty of the rising sun and felt the drama as the sun sets n old Manila bay. There is nothing compared to the excitement of travelling through the grassy fields on the way to northern Luzon; the fresh air on your face and the hospitality of the people waiting on your destination.
This land is ours. It’s ours to explore. It’s ours to take care of. It’s ours to be proud of. It’s ours to maintain for the rest of our generations. This land made us what we are today. Let’s be proud of it. There are still many turns and roads that we have yet to take on this land that we call home.
The seaside is inviting us to savor its depth. The mountainside is humming wit life and color. The wind is singing the great adventures people have taken in the different parts of dear Luzviminda. We wouldn’t want to be foreigners on our land. And we are definitely not going to be strangers to our own culture. We beg to be different.

Philippines’ Darkest Time

It is an awful scene to see a youngster like me in front of you delivering my speech as if really know what had happened some 38 years ago. I am not in the position to say something about this since I haven’t undergone martial law but as a modern Filipino, the past is still a part of me. The Marcos regime and the martial law during his administration drove me here to stand and say something. Just let me speak up my little comments about this issue and cite the answers to my probes and enigmas.
Let us first take a look on Mr. Marcos’ political profile. Diosdado Macapagal ran for reelection in 1965, but was defeated by former party-mate, Senate President Ferdinand E. Marcos, who had switched to the Nacionalista Party. As president, Ferdinand Marcos embarked on a massive spending in infrastructural development, such as roads, health centers and schools as well as intensifying tax collection which gave the Philippines a taste of economic prosperity throughout the 1970's. He built more schools than all his predecessors combined.
In Nov., 1969, Marcos won an unparalleled reelection, easily defeating Sergio Osmeña, Jr., but the election was accompanied by violence and charges of fraud, and Marcos’s second term began with increasing civil disorder. However, he was unable to reduce massive government corruption or to create economic growth proportional to population growth. The Communist Party of the Philippines formed the New Peoples Army while the Moro National Liberation Front fought for an independent Mindanao.
In Jan., 1970, some 2,000 demonstrators tried to storm Malacañang Palace, the presidential residence; rebellions erupted against the U.S. embassy. When Pope Paul VI visited Manila in Nov., 1970, an attempt was made on his life. In 1971, at a Liberal party rally, hand grenades were thrown at the speakers’ platform, and several people were killed. President Marcos declared martial law in Sept., 1972, charging that a Communist rebellion threatened. The 1935 constitution was replaced (1973) by a new one that provided the president with direct powers. A plebiscite (July, 1973) gave Marcos the right to remain in office beyond the expiration (Dec., 1973) of his term. Meanwhile the fighting on Mindanao had spread to the Sulu Archipelago. By 1973 some 3,000 people had been killed and hundreds of villages burned. Throughout the 1970s poverty and governmental corruption increased, and Imelda Marcos, Ferdinand’s wife, became more influential. Congress called for a Constitutional Convention in 1970 in response to public cry for a new constitution to replace the colonial 1935 Constitution.
An explosion during the proclamation rally of the senatorial slate of the opposition Liberal Party in Plaza Miranda in Quiapo, Manila on August 21, 1971, prompted Marcos to suspend the writ of habeas corpus hours after the blast, which he restored on January 11, 1972 after public protests.
Using the rising wave of lawlessness and the threat of a Communist insurgency as justification, Marcos declared martial law on September 21, 1972 by virtue of Proclamation No. 1081. Martial Law remained in force until 1981, when Marcos was reelected, in the midst of accusations of electoral fraud. Marcos, ruling by decree, curtailed press freedom and other civil liberties; closed down Congress and media establishments; and ordered the arrest of opposition leaders and militant activists, including his staunchest critics Senator Benigno Aquino, Jr. and Senator Jose Diokno. Initially, the declaration of martial law was well received, given the social turmoil the Philippines was experiencing. Crime rates plunged dramatically after a curfew was implemented. Political opponents were given the opportunity to go into exile. But, as martial law dragged on for the next nine years, excesses by the military emerged.
The first formal elections since 1969 for an interim Batasang Pambansa (National Assembly) were held in 1978. In order to settle the Catholic Church before the visit of Pope John Paul II, Marcos officially lifted martial law on January 17, 1981. However, he retained much of the government's power for arrest and detention. Corruption and nepotism as well as civil unrest contributed to a serious decline in economic growth and development under Marcos, whose health declined due to lupus.
After the Feb., 1986, presidential election, both Marcos and his opponent, Corazon Aquino (the widow of Benigno), declared themselves the winner, and charges of massive fraud and violence were leveled against the Marcos faction. Marcos’s domestic and international support battered and he fled the country on Feb. 25, 1986, finally obtaining refuge in the United States.
On Aug. 21, 1983, opposition leader Benigno "Ninoy" Aquino Jr. was assassinated at the Manila International Airport upon his return to the Philippines after a long period of exile which encouraged a new, more powerful wave of anti-Marcos dissent. This coalesced popular dissatisfaction with Marcos and began a succession of events, including pressure from the United States that ended in a snap presidential election in February 1986. The opposition united under Aquino's widow, Corazon Aquino, and Salvador Laurel, head of the United Nationalists Democratic Organizations (UNIDO). The elections were held on February 7, 1986. The election was blemished by widespread reports of violence and tampering with results by both sides of the political fence.
The official election canvasser, the Commission on Elections (COMELEC), declared Marcos the winner. According to COMELEC's final tally, Marcos won with 10,807,197 votes to Aquino's 9,291,761 votes. By contrast, the final tally of NAMFREL, an accredited poll watcher, said Marcos won with 7,835,070 votes to Aquino's 7,053,068. The allegedly fraudulent result was not accepted by Corazon Aquino and her supporters.
A peaceful civilian-military uprising forced Marcos into exile and installed Corazon Aquino as president on 25 February 1986.
The long tragic events I cited dragged down our country into wilderness. Hopeless, I say, the Filipinos still fought the law breaking of the President’s puppies and the president himself, but after the long wait, their holding back bursted off and a cheap revolution took place. This event changed our identity to the world. We are neither mere slaves nor Indios but we are a brave race and freedom loving democrats.