Independence or In-Dependence?
“oh yeah! a parade is going on in the city with all these majorettes in micro shorts, a band behind them with the government officials and workers beaming gladly probably becuase of the day off.”
other than that, there’s nothing more. the day ended as a usual, plain, nothing so special, holiday of the sort.
honestly, what do i expect? i don’t even know what sort of freedom we’re truly celebrating. is there really something to celebrate about.
true, that our country is free from the influence of foreign land, that’s if ever you consider colonial mentality as an exemption which is undeniably at large. admit it or not we live with products made from other lands, not ours. Our economy’s growth is on and off dependent on chinese businessmen and tourism.
most of our women tend to marry foreigners for money, not realizing that these foreigners marry them to gain authority over a piece of land that should have been ours. (believe me there’s quite a lot of this out there, and i am emphasizing on the word ‘most’).
many of our youth, or better yet our people, plan to work abroad, doubtful of the income they’d get from here… and so i ask, is that independence? or in dependence?
we are free from other land’s influence but we allow the American’s to handle our country’s terrorism problem.
we are free from foreign influence but our government silences the freedom of speech of many of our journalists, activists, all of which still has open cases left unsolved and not a clue or sign of progress.
so in reality, i came to ponder and make the world wonder the same thoughts that i am bothered with. “what are we celebrating really? if it’s freedom, tell me: from where are we free?
simply by looking around us, nothing seems to be free.
we are not free… not yet. and that’s the hard reality.

Late Night with PinoyBlogero! – Karlo Licudine Interview
Announcer: Live from New Your Cubao! Welcome to the Late Nite with PinoyBlogero!
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PinoyBlogero: Thank you very much! We have a very very special guest here tonight. He is a seasoned blogger hailing from the province of Taytay, Rizal. A Proud Filipino and the one behind the blog called PinoyBlogero. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Karlo Licudine.
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PinoyBlogero: Welcome to the Late Nite.
Karlo: Thank you.

“Ops, tingin muna ako sa camera. Pa-gwapoâ€
PinoyBlogero: First of all, congratulations on your launch. I have witnessed what your blog has been through in its first week and I am impressed that you managed to get out of all those mess alive.
Karlo: Hahaha. Yes, it was the first week that was hectic. On second thought, the whole month of preparation was a living hell for me.
PinoyBlogero: Now that you’re blog has officially launched, has it taken a lot of load off your shoulders?
Karlo: No, it hasn’t. As a matter of fact, work kept on piling up with every passing day. I still need to promote my blog. I still need to network with other bloggers. And I still need to come up with more quality posts if I wanted to pull in more readers. I still have a long way to go if ever I want to be on top of the charts.
PinoyBlogero: So you really are aiming for the top.
Karlo: Yeah. Isn’t that the dream of every blogger?
PinoyBlogero: Is it?
Karlo: Let us put it this way, what’s the point of having a ladder ifyou’re not going to use it.
PinoyBlogero: Uhmm… Lalim non pre, a.
Karlo: Pasensya na, nahihirapan kasi ako magenglish e.
PinoyBlogero: Hahaha… Ok lang yan. Ako rin e.
Karlo: Mas nadadalian kasi ako magenglish kapag nagsusulat.
PinoyBlogero: Oo nga. Anyways, sige tagalog nalang tayo. Tutal, Independence day naman.
Karlo: Sige. Hahaha. Thank God it’s independence day.
How Much of the Country have You Visited?
Most of the places I’ve been to are situated in the Visayan islands. I’ve never set foot to the areas in white shades. That includes most of Luzon and half of Mindanao.
Politics in Medicine
One part of my work I hate is being caught between clashing rocks: a private hospital wary about admitting indigent patients and cautioning their doctors from doing so, instructing them to direct these patients to government hospitals as much as possible, and patients and their relatives who’d stubbornly insist on being admitted/treated in an expensive, private hospital despite being warned about the estimated cost, being obviously with financial constraints. Being put in the middle of this often ferocious haggling (since nobody would want to give in) just puts unnecessary stress on the doctor involved whose main job ought to be just the active management of the patient. After all, he’s just the doctor and not the hospital administrator.
Such an occurrence again happened to my 24-hour duty last Sunday.
At around 9 PM, we, at the ER, heard some shouting outside the hospital lobby doors. Minutes after, the security guard saw four seemingly drunk males walking the length of the driveway leading up to the emergency room. When the strangers got close to the ER doors, we saw they were all apparently victims of stabbing, clutching their abdomens. Two were almost collapsing on one another and one half-carried, half-dragged his companion. We quickly pulled out the stretchers.
Tom (not his real name), the one half-carried and half-dragged, was dead on arrival. His guts were spilling out from the 3- to 4-inch wide stab wound in his abdomen, just above the umbilicus. CPR was attempted but soon he was pronounced dead.
Freedomacallit
Freedom comes in three facets. There’s freedom seekers/fighters, there’s
freedom artists/writers, and then there are freedom wreckers. Which one
are you?
The Freedom seekers/fighters:
They are those who march to the streets under the scorching heat of the sun.
They brave the heat, rain, dust, hunger, sweat and threats. They cry war to
those who trample their rights to the ground. They fight for freedom boldly
with shouts, taunts and banners. They fight not just for their own rights
but for everyone’s. They are a sore to the eyes of the businessmen, the
police, the Government, and those people who think their rights supercede
others. They are the common vendors selling yosi, bibingka, buko juice,
inasal, balot, bulaklak etcetera. They are our teachers, students, store
clerks, katulong, the environmentalists, the farmers, priests and nuns.
They are our Lolo, Lola, Tito, Tita, cousins, friends, brothers, sisters,
Ninong, Ninang etcetera. The common tao. They are the invisibles. I call
them that because the people who trample them cannot see or hear their cries
They are the agents of change. And oh, there’s also you. Me? I am not
brave enough to join this club. What a shame.
The Freedom Artists and Writers:
They are those who use pen, keyboard, canvass, and any other form of
materials they use to express their opinion. They are the newscasters,
reporters, the journalists, photographers, the painters and the latest
members of the community, the bloggers. Our very own national hero, Jose
Mercado Rizal was a freedom writer and those of his kind dead or alive
amazes me. Oh how they braved the persecution and threats. Do I belong here?
No. I’m just a lowly, trying hard blogger who even at the thought of the
word politics irritates me. I am not as passionate writer as them to be in
this club. I cringe to the thought of corruption but cannot muster enough
courage to blog about what’s on my mind. Talk about playing it safe. What a
shame.
The freedom wreckers:
Ah, you know them. If not, lemme give you a hint. As I’ve mentioned above,
they are those who think their rights supercede others. They may or may not
be in the Government. They are those who manipulate those who they think are
lesser human than they are just because they have the money, power and
resources. They judge you by the brand of clothes you wear, the house you
live in, the school you’re into, and the amount of money you have in your
pocket. They are those who think of themselves as untouchables and
invincibles. They wreck every good thing that they perceive as a threat to
their power and position. They are blinded by their egos. Am I in this club?
I hope not. I’d be a hypocrite if I say I hadn’t broken a law in my life. A
sin however small is still a crime. I had my moments. Like when I went to
the bank when I was young and working as a clerk. To beat the long line, I’d
just go directly to a cashier friend of mine and I’d be served right away,
no sweat. I had been a freedom wrecker too at one time or two. In that
occassion, I manipulated a friend to serve me first before others thus
trampling his/ her rights and I had been blind to the plight of other people
there who patiently waited for their turn to be served. What a shame.
Okey. Okey. I had been a freedom wrecker. You can smirk all you want. Call
me pathetic etcetera. One thing I’m not gonna do, is to blame others for my
actions. I am not gonna rationalize the mistake I had done before. We are so
accustomed to blaming other people of our misfortunes and misdeeds. We say,
it’s natural because we’re human. When the truth is, blaming others and
rationalizing the wrong does not make a person any more human. It brings
the inhuman out of us. I could not bring back time and change the scenario.
All I could do now is tell you the story and say “Huwag itong tularan.” Take
responsibility for our actions. Only then everybody will ever enjoy and
cherish freedom. I only have one wish to our beloved Philippines and fellow
Filipino people: “Let there be peace and freedom, and let it begin with ME.”
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Natural Lang Photo Exhibit at Blank Space Gallery
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Natural Lang
Images of Childhood in Tropical Palace
Saturday, June 16, 2007
6PM – 9PM
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incomparable attitude of a handicapped friend
I decided to go outside my residence to breathe the cool fresh air from the mountainside when I saw a strange man, on a folding bed, who was taking a nap at that time. Beside him was an old wheel chair. His family has just moved from Mindanao to Cebu.
He slowly opened his eyes with a grin. “Are you staying there?”. I said yes. His relative has to carry him whenever there is a need to relieve himself. I just learned that his lower portion of the body has been paralyzed for almost ten years when he was ambushed! He seldom closes his mouth, sharing the news of the day every time I see him when I leave for work and arrive home. He loves to narrate his daily experience throughout the day – lying, sleeping, reading, eating in a same place!
With this current situation, I thought his being a handicap kills him slowly. I was wrong!
“Having a good conversation with someone inspires me to wake up and face this beautiful life….” as he vividly narrates again how he was ambushed.







