My outlook on death and a tribute for Lola
Death for our Christian family is a celebration – a celebration of life in eternity – and not mourning.
Well, yes, there were always be tears human as we are who were beautifully created with emotions. But we believe, God sees the meaning of each tear that we shed. Deep in it are the joys and thankfulness that once again another member of our family has been promoted to live in eternity face to face with the Lord in a place where there is no sadness, no pain, no grief, no violence, no selfishness but all pure sharing, happiness and love.
As tribute for my Lola who sacrificed a lot for her children and for all her grandchildren and great grandchildren, I made this photo montage with a colorful background signifying our assurance and bliss that Lola is now enjoying the most beautiful place with her long lost loved ones. I printed this in 7 by 3 feet tarpaulin and posted it in one of our walls here at home.
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TOGETHER let us remember Dick and Rick
Dick and Rick Hoyt are a father-and-son team from Massachusetts, USA. TOGETHER, they competed just about continuously in marathon races. And if they’re not in a marathon they are in a triathlon — that disheartening, almost superhuman, combination of 26.2 miles of running, 112 miles of bicycling, and 2.4 miles of swimming.
TOGETHER they have climbed mountains, and once trekked 3,770 miles across America.
It’s a remarkable record of exertion considering that Rick can’t walk nor talk.
For the past several years Dick, who is 65, has pushed and pulled his son across the country and over hundreds of finish lines. When Dick runs, Rick is in a wheelchair that Dick is pushing. When Dick cycles, Rick is in the seat-pod from his wheelchair, attached to the front of the bike. When Dick swims, Rick is in a small but heavy, firmly stabilized boat being pulled by Dick. TOGETHER, Dick is the body and Rick is the heart.
Reviving the Nation
The Vision
Where do we go from here? Where must the Philippines be ten, fifteen years from now?
We must not be afraid to dream of a country which is free of poverty by the year 2020.
We have to make a decision to solve this problem in our generation.
This translates to two million Filipino getting out of the poverty trap every year.
Can this be done? Yes, this can be done. Is there hope? Yes there is. How do we do this?
‘Biyahe tayo’, take risks and enjoy priceless rewards
Hi everyone. Thank you so much for visiting my blog for the past 2 days. On my way home, I was so excited to see if how was everything here. Though, I didn’t have more comments on my latest posts. reading my messages on shoutboxes made me feel even better so I really thank you so much.
As what I’ve told you in my previous post, I’ll be having a training and I just came back from the 2-day training from Iloilo to Bacolod City and it has been a venturous experience for me. Why? It was my very first time to do almost all the jaunts and activities I did and I really thank God for that opportunity.
To think that I coordinated for everything (with support from my fellow y-konek members most especially Jake Mae Valencia of West Negros College and Ramel Jacolbe of Riverside College), I thank God for the chance once again to be pressured, squeezed and harnessed for a good cause, a good advocacy and a very scary do-that-or-I’ll-kick-your-ass instances during the preparations and when facilitating everything in the venue and while the training is on progress.
Date-raped
Sleeping 1am in the morning yesterday because of a YM talk with a friend and then waking up early for church gave me a headache and a dose of drowsiness. But the thought of having a new found friend and knowing her deeper, somehow gave me a lift but at the same time, troubled me.
Why? Our conversation reached to her tormenting experiences in the past and establishing her trust on me about confidential matters, she shared it.
My friend was date-raped.
Reading her messages shook my nerves and dimmed my eyes with tears of grief. Being part of an adolescent reproductive health advocacy for almost a year now, I felt a deep anger and resentment to the one who did it to her and generally, to all the paranoidic, irresponsible, foolish men who dates women with a single objective – SEX or worse, RAPE.
‘Medyo-crity’
In my alma mater, there are some instructors who have stayed in the college circles, working as staff, serving the college for several years and still stagnant. I mean, no promotions at all.
Somebody asks the academic council about his currect status, “I’ve been here in the city college for a couple of years, but why am I not promoted?”
When I heard that statement (from a friend), I also questioned why. I believe he has been their in the institution since his no-wrinkle years. But why wasn’t he promoted?
Pondering over the issue, I knew, there are many employees round the country who asks that, too. But later, I remembered what Mr. Francis Kong said in a seminar on “Life’s Winning Points”. The same why-am-i-not-promoted? question was asked to the boss, Mr. Kong told us. The boss eloquently answered, “Why? What have you done?”
A slap on the face of the employee.
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Phone prostitutes?
S.O.P Life has become convenient since the invasion of cell phones. As I’ve observed, most of the young people these days can’t end up a day without sending messages to there kakosa, kaklase, kabarkada, katong-its or kamahjong. The technology has been incorporated in Pinoy’s culture.
Today, cell phones manufacturers keep on upgrading. Cellular technolog breakthroughs upgrades it on the next level every now and then. In the Philippines, 3G phones take frontline displays in the market and Japan’s on 4G already and now we got Apple’s iphone.
Immense developments come fast in this generation. But as things keep on changing and improving, people keep on abusing it.
I’m sure you are familiar with SOP right now. I’m not talking about Standard Operating Procedure here or GMA7’s entertainment show on Sunday’s noon. Today, SOP is SEX ON PHONE.
Involve us as we dream of living
Funny, I remember what one doctor said during a health seminar in a business my family is engage in. He said, people have to take time to expose their sex organs in the heat of the 7:00 – 8:00 sunlight. He didn’t mean in public. (No one would do so. Ha ha ha!). Folks can do this even in their rooms where sunlight strikes in.
We were stunned and then laughed. But considering it, indeed its very important for our reproductive health. We are often advised to go walking, jogging or even just stand under the early morning sunlight because it is healthy. However, the whole body is not benefited since our reproductive organs are covered. Makes sense, isn’t it?
This is why some people build their houses with attics roofed with glass for light to pass.
The point is, there is the presence of reproductive health, especially for the youth. And we must deem this important. If we regard latest thingamabobs significant for us, how much more for our organs?
Join efforts to care for those in need
Hi po sa lahat ng bumibisita sa blog ko at angbabasa ng entries ko kahit na medyo stupido. Nakakataba po kayo ng puso.
Mayron po akong kuwentong isi-share sa inyo. Mejo mahaba po pero siguro its worth your time naman po. Nagsimula po ang estorya noong January 2007.
Eto po yun. While some people enjoy the bounty and luxury of life, this family residing at Uriarte Subdivision in La Carlota City seems hopelessly deprived of the good things in life.
This family is composed of an 80-year old lady, Fortunata Bayog and her grand-daughter Joanabel Bayog, 14 years old, mentally ill and extremely undernourished, who was abandoned by her mother when she was only one year old.
The breadwinner is Fortunata’s son, called “Baruk” (because his brother was a.k.a. “Tarzan”). He is in his mid-40s, unemployed and accepts part-time, menial jobs. The other children of Fortunata have gone to other places and might have their own family now.
Close to her mother, Baruk, could not afford to leave Fortunata in her present state. He opted to remain single. “Mabudlay pa kon magpangasawa ako sa amon situasyon subong,” (Mas magiging mahirap kung mag-aasawa pa ko sa sitwasyon namin ngayon) he says sadly with tears dimming his eyes. His meager income from the odd jobs he has could hardly suffice for their food every day.
Rasta Today
I’m sure everybody already noticed the slowly growing phenomenon of the Rasta underground culture in almost everywhere in the country. The reggae music, the colors of the Ethiopian flag, the dreadlocks and the apparels with printed images of Bob Marley.
In an article written by Von Fritz Evangelista, former ed-chief of the Riverside College (the official publication of the students of Riverside College, Bacolod City), a guy calls himself a Rasta with his dreadlocks and the ganja pendant in his necklace. He says he is discriminated being a Rasta sometimes since people think of him as weird, addict or lost. But he doesn’t care and proudly says they are cool. Those words triggers the conclusion that today’s generation define Rasta, as synonymous to being ‘cool’.
“But is Rastafarianism a bandwagon or more of a religion?” Von asks.
