DREAM...PRACTICE...WORK HARD...GO ENDURE!!!
My sister has been using all the simple gadgets we have at home to fill in her boring moments. Here are the “Top Pics” I noticed in her folder. Oh well, if you don’t know me, I look a lot like my sister. To the struggling students particularly to those who are still very young like my sister who are wanting to know photography, Go On, “Gumbare” meaning “Kaya mo yan.” Kaya natin yan! Practice, practice and learn from it.
What music instrument would you be and why? Think... think... think...Nasa Tuno ba ang buhay mo?
We are into different fields and interests. I may enjoy some things that you may hate doing. This only shows the diversity of humanity.
Sometimes we are entangled by mishaps brought by our stupid choices. Sometimes even with the presence of signs and warnings, our hard-headed selfish self tends to act as a superhero who courageously choose to side with the left. We want to be good but there are instances that we just cannot. It is beyond our control. Inside every human being, an evil lurks.
This can only be totally eradicated through repentance and by saying “Not our will but thy will be done.”
Everything is the result of our choices. Laziness breeds poverty. Stupidity breeds problems. Lust breeds uncontrolled population. Ignorance breeds deception. Dirtiness breeds diseases. Curse breeds curse. Behind these, are the men and women who are empowering and furthering the chain -a reason why the cycle continues even up to this modern-tech era.
Life is a music. Sometimes it is played fast, slow or mellow. But no matter how we try, it will come to an end. There is always a reason to enjoy it to the fullest.
We have been dancing in this game called life. But the question is, “Are we really listening to the beat?” Are our hands plucking the same strings as what is really written on the book called bible? Are we listening to the one above who is the Writer of the Song? Are our lives in line with His perfect will? If we die today, can we really answer positively if He asks us whether we have live our life to its purpose? Why does sometimes even if we are good, there are still times that we feel the emptiness? Why is sometimes we feel to long to live in place called “Home” were in fact we are living in our own hometown?
Break the chain. Stop the cycle. Shout for joy and sing for praises lift your voice unto the one above. Reflect. See yourself as a plain man and woman without honors, badges and positions attached, then ask yourself, “Nasa tuno ba ang buhay ko?”
Every time that I feel my life is turning upside down, I stop and reflect whether I am still on His perfect will. If yes, it gives me an assurance that I can endure dancing to the music no matter what it cost me even 24/7 non-stop.
Don’t mess with life. Let us make music, not noises!
I have previously done a stupid mistake and I am currently fighting over its consequences. Oh my gulay, to exaggerate things out, I have committed a crime. Of course, I am joking.
I am guilty and It is my fault. Let us stop the blame-game. I am carrying the burden. For this, I want to publish a public apology for my instructor.
Dear Choconut,
As the doer of the action, I am guilty. I have gone beyond the limits. I was swallowed by my fear. I became insensitive. I became out of focus. I became a little bit rebellious.
I am sorry and I mean it dearly.
I am sorry for I was misbehaving.
I am sorry for all the wrinkles I have caused.
I am sorry for all the stress, pain and hassles
I’m sorry for I have disappointed you
I respect you ma’am. My action is just the fruit of my stupidity. I was not thinking that this can cause trouble. I was that dumb and preoccupied during that time. If I can only bring back time but I can not. This only reminds me of how stupid I am. But the damage has been done and I just want to learn from this experience.
In this yuletide season I am seriously wishing for Peace on Earth. May you forgive me before the year ends.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
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Last Monday, I take the courage to finally go to school and have a serious talk with my instructor. I was taking the other way so as to avoid her because I want to talk first to my other instructor, but unfortunately on my way I just saw her. She was going down and I was going up. We almost bump each other along the stairways. Can you imagine that???
The feeling was like, “Oh no?!”
But as I always believe, “Miracles do happen.” Ma’am was just smiling at me. Yes, you read it right, she was just smiling. No other words. No traces of hate or whatever. She was just plainly happy to see me. How professional? How can she take what I have done? Well, I just drop my subject without informing her then take the subject again with another instructor.
I just clasp my hands on my mouth. I wasn’t prepared for it to happen that way.
I felt like oh no??? What have I done. Is that really you Ma’am. Anyways, I just have to believe it. Unfortunately, I haven’t talk to her officially. So, I’m still looking forward to that day. Sme day when almost the same thing will happen, when another moment comes when I will not only freeze in embarrassment but will even shout for “Oh no???”
Actually this is just a simple event but of course, I am just adding color into it so as to preserve the memories. Its part of learning and re-learning from experiences.
Once a Dreamer, Now a Scientist
I am always wondering as how the media can easily publicize coup attempts and other works of terrorism but can hardly feature true-blooded Filipinos waving the Philippine Flag in other countries.
I always thought that to become a scientist is only true for the westerners and other race. I always thought that Filipino scientists are all dead. They are all forgotten and they will die in hunger as paupers. What an exaggeration! I have seen documentary about a science group or something that have been shouting for proper protection and support from the government. I shudder as I remember how it featured gadgets and technologies concocted by Filipinos but eventually the property rights have been sold to other country. Oh, disgusting!
I don’t know how I came to pass and read about Salamin authored by Katherine Develos Bagarinao. Her story has proven all my thinkings before about scientists as wrong and definitely wrong. I was surprised to know that a Filipino woman working about please check me if I am wrong, Electricity in
How come someone like her has not been featured? If I could only have the media control, I will probably grab the chance to interview her since she is on the verge of going back in the
This comes to my mind as I remember my classmate in High School who is taking a similar course, particularly it was about physics but I can’t remember it exactly. He will be graduating this March hopefully as Magna Cum Laude.
I want him as a representative of those young people like him hoping to be a scientist who I guess are thinking to be teachers because of the scarcity of opportunity, to see the brighter side. That their dreams like what Ms. Kathy dreamt before can become a reality.
A feature about that can give hope to those people who are always busy in the laboratory wearing their lab gowns in saving the world, I mean in uplifting the standards of technology. My classmate and his recent batchmates are not alone. Someone in the higher generation (oops, sorry, what will be the right term then) has taken the same path and has been successful.
To those who are eyeing for a good feature story, please feature Ms. Katherine Bagarinao. Naku baka maunahan ko kayu… hahaha… Pag graduate ko yan siguro or similar to that yung magiging project ko… hahaha… I mean it!
Since birth, we are called by many names. Some are positive, while others are negative.
Plaques, ribbons and medals show titles. Position, salary, uniform, possession among other matters of similar sort also shows something. BUT ITO LANG BA ANG PAPEL MO SA BUHAY? Of course there is more on to that.
We should not let these titles and positions tint a color on our individuality. As I observed, as simple as a high school student can be blinded by the authority he got from just being a leader in simple and small organization. The same thing goes to big people.
I always believe on the meaning of equality, though others may disagree with me.
I am nobody. You are nobody. We are nobody but why are others acting as if they are somebody. You may have more money than I have and you may be on the top position but we are all the same. You are human as much as I am as much as they are.
We are ought to live right. We are ought not to step on others. We are ought to know our limits.
My assumption may sound blurry but sorry, that’s how I think.
Healthy Christmas and the Solo Caroler
Way before this post, as early as October, I have been shouting my greetings to everybody.
Sweet carols. Warm greetings. Phone calls. Busy malls. Glittering streets. Gifts. E-mails. Sumptuous food and the list goes on and on.
It is really Christmas. A perfect time to be with family and friends because its holiday and everybody seems to be not working (some are taking a leave from work), and students are having a Christmas break. Obviously, everybody wants to hibernate from the demanding jobs/tasks we face every single day.
But of course, what is ideal to you might be trivial to some. The place and the person I am with are not important. Liquors, cigarettes are not welcome for this occasion. We have a very healthy Christmas. December is the month which I exercise a lot. We walk, talk, sing and sing and sing our hearts out. I really wanted to meet someone who is about to commit suicide but is awaken by her senses to continue living her life because she found our voices as instrumental, oh ilaw! I have a different view of celebrating Christmas which is another story.
Just tonight, Jam and I was about to go out but for some reasons she was asked by Ya boy for a solemn talk so I agree to stay here. Minutes later, I saw this very young girl as in very young. She was a child supposed to be in prep school but her she is singing her heart out, solo flight, singing the jingam bells, oh ilaw. As much as I want to take a picture of her, I can’t really because it was dark and her face is not visible.
Christmas happens everyday. Celebrating Christmas is not with the presence of a Christmas tree, parties and reunions. It is not about vacation. It has a deeper meaning. We have been celebrating Christmas all of our lives but I guess there are still those who don’t understand the essence of Christmas.
You don’t need to be rich to help others. There are a lot of ways of helping. Tickle your nose and find ways to be blessing to others.
A birthday to remember
Simple brithday preparation for my "kuripot" sister. Peace!
Tomorrow is the birthday of my sister. Wheeww…
Her birthday reminds me of the birthday I have before, five years ago. The event is as vivid as yesterday. My sister’s smooth and peaceful birthday is really a contradiction to what I have, seriously.
I was exactly a Junior High school then. Though my parents have planned a birthday celebration for me in an exclusive pool only for the event, at first I decided to keep my birthday as a secret. I want to spend it only with my closest friends and some relatives. But on the 25th hour, I suddenly changed my mind.
When my teacher announced right on my birth date that the school will hold a half day session only for some special reason which I can’t remember, then and there I was moved to invite some classmates. I first informed my closest friend about the celebration but unfortunately, she was so delighted that she stand in front of the class of course when the teacher walked out and announced about the event. Everyone was delighted of course.
I texted my mother and she ask the driver to pick us up and up up and away we were on our complete uniform walking on the pool side. Most of my classmates cannot resist the temptation that they forcedly asked some friends to borrow some clothings. What is fortunate is that it was P.E. day. We actually have our extra-clothings.
Since everybody was swimming, I did not notice the phone calls and messages I am receiving during that afternoon. Of course, my cell phone is totally stuck in my bag. I was only informed of the messages right only after we enjoyed swimming and eating and it was ohhhh, dark already.
Oh ilaw! The parents of my classmates were in total panic! Some got even informed the police about the where-abouts of there children. I can only imagine the clear view of parents and neighbors holding flashlights in dark high ways shouting the names of their children. Oh ilaw, again! I am tagging Sarah mae, rhea lou, et al. in particular.
The driver and I talk to the parents of course to partly explain the matter. Some got happy, some got not-so-happy. But luckily none got totally mad on me. The parents knew that it was their children who willfully got on the truck and join the company.
So, in general it was a very memorable experience. My parents, some neighbors and relatives were there to keep an eye on us. But the conflict rose when right after that day, I and the rest of my classmates as in the whole section became popular by that event. I don’t know.
As we walk down the hallways, I can hear people talking about us. The whole section got a warning from each teacher we have. I can still remember how their eyes pop out in anger, how their lips twitter with unending sermons and how they shudder in total consternation. Whack!!! Tsk.. tsk.. tsk..
Some of my classmates got happy about the publicity but I felt different. Oh my gulay, how can I be happy if I am the root of all this. The event was so popular, that the whole campus knows it and they know me and I don’t like it. Promise!
I laugh as I remember of how my birthday turned out to become “the most unforgettable experience” my classmates usually pointed out as an answer every time a teacher asks. Wheeww, it was five years ago but I am still sweating every time I try to remember it. But in general it was fun! Even if my high school teachers may totally disagree with me.
A look on the picture above brings into mind what i read in reader's digest before about the eating habits of different race. Without us knowing it as i classify somehow we are among those who have been assimilating the western eating habits. The foods that we have as you can see are mostly canned and are prepared instant. Even the filipino pancit for "long life" can't be found.
The ceiling on the fourth floor.
Ms. Stella Stremera, Editor-in-chief of Sunstar, discusses civic journalism.
Arts, Arts, Arts...To the dreamers, achievers, jesters, positive thinkers
To the believers of what is right
To those who have failed but are on the track of moving and fighting on
To those people with courageous hearts
To the warriors fighting for royal dominion
To those who have dedicated their lives to save others
To those who believe for doing what is right
To those who are determined to succeed
To those who are willing to win
To those who are striving to excel
To those who are not quitters
To the people who have touched our hearts
To those who have good hearts
To the emotionally prepared, physically healthy, politically upright, spiritually strong
To those who work hard
To those who are determined
To those who are strong-willed
To those who don’t get tired of helping
To those who are willing to die for a noble cause
YOU ARE NOT FORGOTTEN!
THE FATHER HAS SEEN ALL YOUR EFFORTS,
KEEP ON DOING IT!
MERRY CHRISTMAS and a HAPPY NEW YEAR!
May the good Father bless you abundantly!
While the blue blooded is often tossed in competition with the green blooded, I took myself shouting and cheering for the Royal bodies, my clan: the JMarians.
It is just so amazing how black Americans, Canadians, muslims, white Americans and Filipinos among other differences interact harmoniously.
Fast Observations:
Smoking is a big No, No. Honest to goodness but this rule is strictly imposed from the administrative staff down to the rank and file and students.
Zero waste area, seriously. The highway, I mean the rough highway, is brushed every now and then. If that is the case, how much more the classrooms? Try to imagine it. The school believes that cleanliness is Godliness.
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This is an edited picture of Manny Pacquiao aka Jose Rizal. Funny, indeed!Killing Myself
Chelyn Torejas
Diverse people from diverse places have once come to colonize our country. Literatures and pictures stand as a witness of how we endure, struggle and fight that yields forth of what we regard today as history.
At the heart of our country carves an era that manifolds through the regimes of Spanish occupation, Japanese conquistadors, American colonialism onwards to the Birth of World Wars. And the fruit of these all is my unique individuality. I am the child of the west and east combined.
I am a product of so many revolutions. For a time, I was blinded from what is real. For centuries I was enslaved by people of different blood, color and race.
Spanish colonizers use religion as an excuse to earn the hearts of my race. They taught me to embrace poverty as a virtue and exposed me to learn gambling and even cock-fighting.
The blond, tall Americans poisoned our way through education. The whites instilled in me to follow “adversial” communication hitting my country badly. Their tactic of “dividing and rule” has resulted to the regionalistic division we still have today.
The arrival of Japanese has even caused tremendous fears, hardships and pain.
For a time, I have seen the harsh realities filled with chaos, propaganda, hatred, vengeance, wars, hidden agenda, corruption, greed, lust and every devilish deeds. But Lo and behold, a new one has come.
I am killing myself. Killing the old Filipino. Within me, came rushing out the stinking blood of every devilish deeds. My heart has stopped pumping the music of deception. My lungs has totally exhaled every waste I have inside.
I am a new Filipino. I am bound to make a living history beyond a legend and a real history in the making that will continue to unfold through time.
The new revolution has given me true victory, a victory by which I am longing for long and the solution is not through war. This revolution has not been fought in the streets. It will be fought in hearts of men.
I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided. Knowing the present would mean understanding the past.
I am a new Filipino gaining wisdom from the past. Gone is the Filipino Indolence, beholding to erase the crab mentality, further eradicating my colonial mentality.
A new Filipino I am. In my blood runs the infitisimal seed of heroic deeds for the sake of the heavenly and for the benefit of the majority. The seed that drive away the oppressors and the seed that will further cleanse the filthiness of this country.
I will search the unkown. I will continue to dream my dreams wishing upon the stars and will never say never. I will continue to move on, to rise up towards the direction of a glorious tomorrow.
To look on the present onwards the future and to scale how my new country will develop will serve as an inspiration that is worth and is bound to be followed.
What the people today endures, struggles, and fight towards progress will continually mold a state of a new history –a bright history that is enough to urge individuals to continue to endure, struggle and fight for action and be a winner in running the race that is set before us, worthy to be repetitively told and retold. A transparent history free from thwarted truths.
Out of me are the voices of the unheard, the pictures of the unseen, the cries of the deaf and the truth that is ignored. I am but a dream but will stand to prove that this dream is becoming a reality.
I am killing myself. Killing the old Filipino. Killing the old me, building a new identity, erasing the undesirable assimilation from my past, picking the best experience I have before. A new Filipino I am, worthy to behold.
My eyes have been opened and I can see better now. I am a product of bloodshed, A new Filipino --free indeed, dreamer and the inheritor of a fruitful tomorrow. To live is to die. Thus, I am killing myself.
Sadly, the more awards I reaped, the lesser the number of true friends I kept. Jealousy and envy made sure that I lost all but the few genuine friends who really cared about me, the person. At such a young age, I learned that the top could be a very lonely place indeed.
If you really think about it, only losing can teach us to be truly humble. Only losing can make us reflect on what really matters most to us. And above all, losing builds our character in so many ways that winning can't.
In the end, it's not so much about how much we have won or lost, but how we have performed in this so-called game of life.
-Kathy. Winning and Losing (2007), Salamin.
Partly true, along the way I may stumble and fall but I do not want to get tired of looking on the goal, keep the focus and try hitting it the next time. There’s no retreat only rigid determination, discipline, preparation and of course, prayers.
Yes. I have seen how some of my friends get insecure, jealous and envy over me. It’s too irritating that makes me question If they are my friends why can’t they be happy of the blessings I’m receiving? Maybe their insecurities are filling their hearts in that they are blinded with it hoping to covet what I have. Another factor is that maybe they see you as a threat to their careers. This is the reason why sometimes we feel they are pulling as off.
But no matter what, for as long as I have the Father within in me, for certain, “I WILL NOT BACK OFF.” I WILL CONTINUE THIS GAME. SEE YOU AT THE END OF THE RACE. Good luck everybody. GO, ENDURE AND KEEP RUNNING! MOVE ON, DON’T STOP. As the mantra says, LOVE THE UNLOVABLES. I will really try and continually LOVE THE UNLOVABLES.
RADIO, BALLPEN ROLLED INTO ONE
A relative earlier called and told me about the abundance of “simple gadgets” as she relates like the photos above hitting the store shelves in
These gadgets are selling like hotcakes in
Not really that high tech but at least.
In 2000 Stardock released DesktopX which gave Windows support for desktop objects. These objects could be used to build entire desktops or exported as mini-applications called "widgets".
The Intelligence Reform and Terrorism Prevention Act of 2004, Title IV, Section 4011, directs the TSA to issue guidance for use of biometric technology in airport access control systems
Set back into each urinal is a pressure-sensitive display, which activates an interactive game when used. This game includes sounds and images, bringing entertainment value to where you’d least expect. It will most likely will be installed in airports and schools “with the functional purpose of improving hygiene”.
Connie Cheng and Leonardo Bonanni have developed the world's first "Intelligent Spoon". It's equipped with sensors to measure temperature, acidity, salinity, and viscosity. Download the recorded data to any computer via a cable for furthur processing.
TV as an Escape
Television is a medium widely enjoyed by the majority. It is not only a medium aimed to inform but also to entertain the viewers.
As we look on the stream of Philippine TV today, you yourself can observe that Filipino viewers are bombarded with fantaserye and programs casting imaginary characters swarming TV channels in the prime time slot. ABS-CBN has Pedro Penduko, Kookey, Super Inggo, Super Islaw, Marina, Krystala and Lastikman among others. GMA, on the other hand is widely promoting, Zaido, Super Twins, Encantadia, Darna, Fantasticman and Mulawin among others.
The audience has been enticed to addictively follow the program via the story’s fictional plot and setting. Adding to that is the impact brought about by the magical special effects and colors manipulated and made easy using technology. Imaginary heroes fly and act at the Director’s will. Viewers are given set-ups where they are expose to the smell and feel of what they can see in TV.
With that, you can see that TV is being used as a form of “escape” to what is real. This is a study supported by many theories like Uses and Gratification theory. It states that the medium is used by the viewers to satisfy his different needs including the medium’s “escape function”.
Filipinos as observed, are fiction-lovers, deeply emotional and always longing for a hero-figure. This is the reason why in every Philippine revolution be it in the Spanish, martial law, or present period, Filipinos are always plotting for a “leader” to follow and to look up to. With this, came the skyrocketing popularity of Rizal, Ninoy, Ramos and even Estrada and FPJ among others.
The warm acceptance of the public with this type of program is patterned according to the behavior of Filipinos. The white lady in the balete drive is not real It was just created to create publicity and the following events created history.
What is certain is that, these heroes when worse came to worst will definitely not save and help me neither my country. The warm acceptance of the public with this kind of programs is the main motivation why TV networks are continually producing Fictional series like what we are seeing today.
What is important is for the viewers to develop a “discriminating attitude” towards the medium. The viewers should learn how to “decode” or “read” the messages the programs are giving them to make the activity an active one since TV viewing by nature is passive. TV has its “addictive power” in which viewers are underpowered to do other things. This is where the couch potato syndrome takes in.
