You guys actually enjoyed the short ceremony. Lolo Teody also gave you a bike ride just before the blessing.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
TK2= Tagkawayan, 2nd batch of pictures
Dear Kids, when we went home to TK last week, I was set up. Your Mom and Lola made made a plan to have the car blessed without consulting me. They asked Lolo Teody (Lola's brother, the one in the bike) to make arrangements with the local priest to spray the car with Holy Water.
You guys actually enjoyed the short ceremony. Lolo Teody also gave you a bike ride just before the blessing.
You guys actually enjoyed the short ceremony. Lolo Teody also gave you a bike ride just before the blessing.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Joe Biden?
Obama chose the guy who thinks he is Neil Kinnock?
Dang!
As I've said before in this Blog, he has to choose somebody with Foreign policy experience. he should have chosen Powell... Here's my previous post last May 21. Just after Hillary conceded:
Dear Barak, Forget Hillary, Pre. If you really want a ticket that will make a difference (not to mention HISTORY) Go for Colin Powell. He is A Republican who made Clinton look good. A moderate who had the guts to face the Security Council with hardline views of the American Talibans in the Bush Administration. A Decorated Soldier who knows how to take a punch in the chin or gut when he was given the boot by his last, stupid boss to serve as the fall guy. A man outside the Beltway who served under 3 Administrations.
When Republican attack dogs predictably go after Obama's inexperience in Foreign Policy, DNC spinmeisters only have to mention two words to chill them out: "Powell Doctrine."
Don't worry about the women. Do you think they'd vote for McCain now that he is being endorsed by the American Talibans?
McCain's has indeed earned his hero status as a POW. Ofcourse it all started when he intercepted a Surface to Air Missle with his Fighter Jet. But It was Powell who redeemed the American psyche, wounded by Vietnam, by being one of the engineers who launched Desert Shield and Desert Storm. The successful liberation of Kuwait erased the shame of Vietnam forever (Until W. Bush came in and gave US its second Vietnam: IRAQ)
And last but not the least, Pre,
...voters actually forget that he is Black.
Now, if McCain chooses Joe Lieberman, you're screwed.
Dang!
I'm not gonna name my son after you, Barak.
Dang!
As I've said before in this Blog, he has to choose somebody with Foreign policy experience. he should have chosen Powell... Here's my previous post last May 21. Just after Hillary conceded:
Dear Barak, Forget Hillary, Pre. If you really want a ticket that will make a difference (not to mention HISTORY) Go for Colin Powell. He is A Republican who made Clinton look good. A moderate who had the guts to face the Security Council with hardline views of the American Talibans in the Bush Administration. A Decorated Soldier who knows how to take a punch in the chin or gut when he was given the boot by his last, stupid boss to serve as the fall guy. A man outside the Beltway who served under 3 Administrations.
When Republican attack dogs predictably go after Obama's inexperience in Foreign Policy, DNC spinmeisters only have to mention two words to chill them out: "Powell Doctrine."
Don't worry about the women. Do you think they'd vote for McCain now that he is being endorsed by the American Talibans?
McCain's has indeed earned his hero status as a POW. Ofcourse it all started when he intercepted a Surface to Air Missle with his Fighter Jet. But It was Powell who redeemed the American psyche, wounded by Vietnam, by being one of the engineers who launched Desert Shield and Desert Storm. The successful liberation of Kuwait erased the shame of Vietnam forever (Until W. Bush came in and gave US its second Vietnam: IRAQ)
And last but not the least, Pre,
...voters actually forget that he is Black.
Now, if McCain chooses Joe Lieberman, you're screwed.
Dang!
I'm not gonna name my son after you, Barak.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Ghosts of Atimonan... To be continued
Dear Kids, last halloween eve (Night of October 31 to Dawn of November 1, 2007) we went to TK to visit the resting place of your Mom's Dad and Sister. I was sooo sleepy while driving. I started to hallucinate. When we were in Atimonan I started seeing shadows of people in the middle of the empty street. They looked like they were dancing and partying. I could even make out the outlines of the beer bottles they were holding.
I stopped the car because I knew I had to wake myself up because I was beginning to doze off to sleep. There are some things more frightening than stupid ghosts. Not the least of them is crashing one's car because of lack of sleep.
That's why last week when we went back to TK, I armed myself with a Thermos of Coffee and loads of Rock Music.
I owe a lot to Chris Daughtry. His music kept me awake during last week's trip.
The CNN video above shows him doing a cover of the song "Feels like the First Time"
It's for America's first time voters.
The music ain't bad. really. But the lyrics sound familiar.
"I would climb any mountain
Sail across a stormy sea
If thats what it takes me baby
To show you how much you mean to me"
Now compare it to a line from one of my favorite songs.
"I could climb the highest mountain,
Cross the violent seas."
Here's another line from Daughtry's song
"And I know that it must be the woman in you
That brings out the man in me."
Compare it again to my fave song.
"YOU BROKE THE BOY IN ME...
BUT YOU WON'T BREAK THE MAN."
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
TK: TAGKAWAYAN
Pictures were taken this morning, August 18, 6:30- 7:00 AM. Ayheen's Birthday. TK, a town in the Quezon province, is her birthplace.
Monday, August 18, 2008
CamSur: Camarines Sur
"Even the best fall down sometimes..." --Collide (by Howie Day)
Dear Kids, Yep, that's me. I think that's my umpteenth unsuccessful attempt at gliding over the waters on a wakeboard. Colliding with water at 31Km/Hr is almost like hitting a brick wall. Trust me. I am now an expert on the subject.
Before I tried wakeboarding, I had to ride the kneeboard first (that's a kneeboard right there, the blue, surf-shaped thingy at my foot.)
IT was a successful ride. It was also boring. I just had to get me one of those Wakeboards.
After trying to ride the board for half a day, I only had three successful launches (that's why the picture above, where I'm actually standing on a wakeboard, is very rare)
Most pictures in your Ninang's camera, I look like this... A Swamped creature, sorely crawling back to the shore. But I really didn't mind because...
You guys were waiting for me there.
Ofcourse there are other chicks on shore... some are wearing string bikinis while others only need spaghetti straps (like the one between your Lola Letty and Lola Cholie)
Kaya ngalang... You always remind anyone who would care to listen the message you wrote on the sand just beneath my feet...
Dear Kids, Yep, that's me. I think that's my umpteenth unsuccessful attempt at gliding over the waters on a wakeboard. Colliding with water at 31Km/Hr is almost like hitting a brick wall. Trust me. I am now an expert on the subject.
Before I tried wakeboarding, I had to ride the kneeboard first (that's a kneeboard right there, the blue, surf-shaped thingy at my foot.)
IT was a successful ride. It was also boring. I just had to get me one of those Wakeboards.After trying to ride the board for half a day, I only had three successful launches (that's why the picture above, where I'm actually standing on a wakeboard, is very rare)
Most pictures in your Ninang's camera, I look like this... A Swamped creature, sorely crawling back to the shore. But I really didn't mind because...
You guys were waiting for me there.
Ofcourse there are other chicks on shore... some are wearing string bikinis while others only need spaghetti straps (like the one between your Lola Letty and Lola Cholie)
Kaya ngalang... You always remind anyone who would care to listen the message you wrote on the sand just beneath my feet...
Saturday, August 09, 2008
Beijing 2008 = Berlin 1936
To the Athletes of the World,
It's time to avenge the Goddess of Democracy...
To the Comrades in the Central Committee of the Communist Party,
Sieg Heil! you Mortar Forkers...
It's time to avenge the Goddess of Democracy...
To the Comrades in the Central Committee of the Communist Party,
Sieg Heil! you Mortar Forkers...
Monday, August 04, 2008
With Honors
This was taken last July 18, 2008. During the Honor's Assembly at Miriam College. Sage is one of the very few who got an average score of 95+ during her Second Grade.
My Father and Ayheen accompanied Sage on stage. Because last year's Honor's Assembly, I went up with her onstage together with Ayheen's Mom.
Late Post. Ngayon lang na upload mula sa hiniram na Digicam.
With Honors din si Sabine. Remember this Post: Click Here
Sunday, August 03, 2008
Cross in the Sand
Dear Kids, I almost forgot that the Americans have yet to elect a President. In the chaos that is the American Electoral College, some states are more important than the others. One "battleground" state in the news lately is Virginia. John McCain, a Vietnam Vet, is eyeing a virginian with Paleolithic Conservative voting record as a vice president. He is obviously courting the Religious Right.
Funny.
Because the last time I read about "McCain" and "Virginia" on the same page of a news item was back in 2000 when he delivered a speech at Virginia Beach to outline his difference with George W. Bush. To put it bluntly, it was a salvo against Pat Robertson-- The same conservative leader he is courting with his move to dangle the Vice Presidential Carrot in front of the nose of a Virginian.
He railed against the overwhelming political power of the religious right by implying that he advocates simple faith, untarnished by self-righteousness. The part of his speech below gave me goosebumps first time I read it.
"Many years ago, a scared American prisoner of war in Vietnam was tied in torture robes by his tormenters and left alone in an empty room to suffer through the night. Later in the evening, a guard he had never spoken to entered the room and silently loosened the ropes to relieve his suffering. Just before morning, that same guard came back and re-tightened the ropes before his less humanitarian comrades returned.
He never said a word to the grateful prisoner, but some months later on a Christmas morning as the prisoner stood alone in the prison courtyard, the same Good Samaritan walked up to him and stood next to him for a few moments. Then with his sandal, the guard drew a cross in the dirt. Both prisoner and guard stood wordlessly there for a minute or two venerating the cross until the guard rubbed it out and walked away.
This is my faith, the faith that unites and never divides, the faith that bridges unbridgeable gaps in humanity. That is my religious faith ... It is the faith that we are all equal and endowed by our creator with unalienable rights to life liberty and the pursuit of happiness. It is the faith I would die to defend..."
THAT is the John McCain I admireD. I wonder where he is now
Funny.
Because the last time I read about "McCain" and "Virginia" on the same page of a news item was back in 2000 when he delivered a speech at Virginia Beach to outline his difference with George W. Bush. To put it bluntly, it was a salvo against Pat Robertson-- The same conservative leader he is courting with his move to dangle the Vice Presidential Carrot in front of the nose of a Virginian.
He railed against the overwhelming political power of the religious right by implying that he advocates simple faith, untarnished by self-righteousness. The part of his speech below gave me goosebumps first time I read it.
"Many years ago, a scared American prisoner of war in Vietnam was tied in torture robes by his tormenters and left alone in an empty room to suffer through the night. Later in the evening, a guard he had never spoken to entered the room and silently loosened the ropes to relieve his suffering. Just before morning, that same guard came back and re-tightened the ropes before his less humanitarian comrades returned.
He never said a word to the grateful prisoner, but some months later on a Christmas morning as the prisoner stood alone in the prison courtyard, the same Good Samaritan walked up to him and stood next to him for a few moments. Then with his sandal, the guard drew a cross in the dirt. Both prisoner and guard stood wordlessly there for a minute or two venerating the cross until the guard rubbed it out and walked away.
This is my faith, the faith that unites and never divides, the faith that bridges unbridgeable gaps in humanity. That is my religious faith ... It is the faith that we are all equal and endowed by our creator with unalienable rights to life liberty and the pursuit of happiness. It is the faith I would die to defend..."
THAT is the John McCain I admireD. I wonder where he is now
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
July 29, 1997
Hi Mom!
Eleven years. You've been gone that long. A lot has happened since eleven years ago.
I'm sure your smile crosses your beautiful face when you look down from heaven whenever you see Sage, Sabine and Sadie. I bet you already know if the fourth child is a Boy, huh?
We've had difficult years after you were gone. But things are looking better. These days, I smile a lot more than I used to. When life starts sparring with me, I'm beginning to learn to laugh even while taking it in the chin or gut.
I feel stronger, both physically and mentally. I can do things that I couldn't do before while you were here: I've learned to communicate to a large audience using the media you helped Dad build. I write better and comprehend what I read faster than before. I've begun serving private patients, but unlike Ayheen (Who is a much gifted MD) I've also entered public service (but not as a politico, thank God). I can even do push-ups with Sabine and Sadie at my back (I can only do 20 with Sage).
I still want to be a better person. My anger and rage, I still try to keep them in check.
I still wrestle with my inner demons. But these days, thanks to Ayheen, I feel the sweetest joys. I also bleed from the deepest pains.
Most days, the joys outweigh the pain...
But not Today. Not this morning.
July 29, 2008.
Eleven years. You've been gone that long. A lot has happened since eleven years ago.
I'm sure your smile crosses your beautiful face when you look down from heaven whenever you see Sage, Sabine and Sadie. I bet you already know if the fourth child is a Boy, huh?
We've had difficult years after you were gone. But things are looking better. These days, I smile a lot more than I used to. When life starts sparring with me, I'm beginning to learn to laugh even while taking it in the chin or gut.
I feel stronger, both physically and mentally. I can do things that I couldn't do before while you were here: I've learned to communicate to a large audience using the media you helped Dad build. I write better and comprehend what I read faster than before. I've begun serving private patients, but unlike Ayheen (Who is a much gifted MD) I've also entered public service (but not as a politico, thank God). I can even do push-ups with Sabine and Sadie at my back (I can only do 20 with Sage).
I still want to be a better person. My anger and rage, I still try to keep them in check.
I still wrestle with my inner demons. But these days, thanks to Ayheen, I feel the sweetest joys. I also bleed from the deepest pains.
Most days, the joys outweigh the pain...
But not Today. Not this morning.
July 29, 2008.
Friday, July 25, 2008
Date with Sadie
Dear Sadie, last night you were your usual makulit self again at bedtime. since your Ate's have exams today, I decided to take you out of the bedroom and brought you to the car. We listened to the only CD in the car. We played the Music of the Night.
The music is all about Christine Daae or "Kristina".
And the first Lady I went out on a date with inside that car, is Sadie.
(Note: the mask was a gift from your Ninang Jenn. Thanks Jenn!)
The music is all about Christine Daae or "Kristina".
If you see a car with this mask hanging, floating over the dashboard like magic, chances are, that's KRISTINA.
And the first Lady I went out on a date with inside that car, is Sadie.
(Note: the mask was a gift from your Ninang Jenn. Thanks Jenn!)
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Kristina
In the original Gaston Leroux novel, her name was Christine Daae. But Leroux based her character on a real singer, Kristina Jonasdotter.
She was Swedish. Her parents were of humble origins. She was discovered by a civil servant who became her benefactor. He gave her voice lessons. On her debut on stage she was christened "Christine Nilsson"She was never his though he loved her so. She left after a few summers to marry royalty.
I guess I'll name the car after her.
(O ayan, Atticus, hindi nakakatakot ang origin ng pangalan nya this time.)
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Christine
I named her after the She-devil car in a Stephen King Novel. Why? Because the part of us that wants to ride the wind is also the part that wants to tame demons; the part that wants to climb mountains called "Devil's Tower", the part that attracts us to Femme Fatales despite of the throbbing pain that will never go away after the fall.
She really is dangerously beautiful...
I saw her for the last time tonight.
"We were as one babe
For a moment in time
And it seemed everlasting
That you would always be mine
Now you want to be free
So I'm letting you fly
Cause I know in my heart babe
Our love will never die
No!
You'll always be a part of me
I'm a part of you indefinitely
Girl don't you know you can't escape me
Ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby
And we'll linger on
Time can't erase a feeling this strong
No way you're never gonna shake me
Ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby
I ain't gonna cry no
And I won't beg you to stay
If you're determined to leave girl
I will not stand in your way
But inevitably you'll be back again
Cause ya know in your heart babe
Our love will never end no
You'll always be a part of me
I'm part of you indefinitely
Girl don't you know you can't escape me
Ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby
And we'll linger on
Time can't erase a feeling this strong
No way you're never gonna shake me
Ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby
I know that you'll be back girl
When your days and your nights get a little bit colder oooohhh
I know that, you'll be right back, babe
Ooooh! baby believe me it's only a matter of time
You'll always be apart of me
I'm part of you indefinitely
Girl don't you know you can't escape me
Ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby
And we'll linger on
Time can't erase a feeling this strong
No way you're never gonna shake me
Ooh darling cause you'll always be my my baby....
You'll always be apart of me (you will always be)
I'm part of you indefinitely
Girl don't you know you can't escape me
Ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby
And we'll linger on (we will linger on....)
Time can't erase a feeling this strong
No way you're never gonna shake me
Ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby
Always be my baby" -- As sung by David Cook
Friday, July 11, 2008
ULAN
Dear Kids, last night there was a thunderstorm. It rained and thundered so hard for a few hours. Sabine and Sadie learned to cover their ears whenever lightning lights up the sky outside our window in anticipation
of the inevitable Thunder clap. You guys both learned that from Ate Sage.
of the inevitable Thunder clap. You guys both learned that from Ate Sage.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
PSEUDOscience
Pitong katotohanan sa mundo:
UNA: Lahat ng nakikita mo ay hindi iyo.
PANGALAWA: Hindi mo kayang bilangin ang buhok mo.
PANGATLO: Hindi lahat ng ngipin ay abot ng dila mo.
PANG-APAT: Susubukan ng mga tanga ang pangatlo.
PANG-LIMA: Ang pangatlo ay mali ...
PANG-ANIM: Mapapangiti ka kasi nagmukha kang tanga.
PAMPITO: Ipapasa mo sa iba para makaganti ka! hahahaha!!..
Dear Kids, It's easy to fight the dark forces of ignorance that vainly try to convince us that ghosts and goblins exist. Because superstitious beliefs wilt away once exposed to the cleansing light of TRUTH/SCIENCE.
Ignorance trying to package itself as scientific truth is harder to fight: UFO, Iridology,Jaime Lichauco
Those three are just some pathetic examples.
Let me say this clearly. PSEUDOscience is not SCIENCE. There is no such thing as half-truths as far as TRUTH/SCIENCE is concerned.
PSEUDOscience rides on the legitimacy of established Truths to lure people into believing the lies it peddles. Read my example above (Pitong Katotohanan sa Mundo). The first two are established truths. They are also the bait.
In my three examples above; there are really UFO's. Most of them are man-made (mostly by spielberg). and think of this: the stars are atleast thousands of light years apart. If aliens could travel at the speed of light, why spend thousands of years in hibernation aboard UFO's to visit the Earth? Who the hell wants to wake up after thousands of years? to witness the traffic in EDSA and hideous billboards featuring Loren Legarda's face?
Iridology: examination of the irises is part of the Medical Physical exam. But to examine only the Iris and neglect the rest of the body is just stupid. Hindi mo makikita sa iris na baog ang pasyente o impotente.
Jimmy Lichauco: He is so fond of masking his superstitions with the language of science. This guy didn't make it as a guru in the halcyon days of the 60's when his peers were high on drugs. Why should the sober public of the 21st century take him seriously. But some still do.
So if you don't want to become punchlines, never stop questioning, never stop having a healthy dose of doubt when trying to discover the laws of nature.
PS. Tingnan mo si jimmy lichauco, lahat ng me kwento ng multo at dwende pinapaniwalaan. Wala namang ebidensya. To believe in something without evidence is not Science-- IT IS FAITH. So it is only right that he is the favorite target of catholic priests. sila ang magaway because his loony beliefs are in the realm of faith-- NOT SCIENCE.
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Living and Non-living
8 July 2008,
6:51 PM
Dear Sabine, As I write this you and Mom are studying while lying in bed. She is teaching you the difference between living and non-living things.
I remember a few years back, I was the one teaching that subject to Ate Sage...
Click on the picture below to read how I did it.
http://dearsage.blogspot.com/2006/12/force.html
6:51 PM
Dear Sabine, As I write this you and Mom are studying while lying in bed. She is teaching you the difference between living and non-living things.
I remember a few years back, I was the one teaching that subject to Ate Sage...
Click on the picture below to read how I did it.
http://dearsage.blogspot.com/2006/12/force.html
Saturday, July 05, 2008
Hancock
Dear Kids, the biggest signature on the american declaration of independence belonged to John Hancock. Since yesterday was 4th of July, I thought it was only fitting that when your Mom and I went to the mall, Hancock was the movie we chose to watch.
For those people who visit this blog (one or two, by last count) who may want to watch that movie, I'm not going to post any spoilers here.
For those people who visit this blog (one or two, by last count) who may want to watch that movie, I'm not going to post any spoilers here.
(Note: Yesterday was also historic for VRN. When we finally become the leading Radio AND TV Network, we will look back to 4th of July 2008 with humility and with a thankful heart. It's the day the Lord answered our prayer, as a Family and as a Company.)
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Flawed Hero
the following is the edited txt message exchange between me and Ms.X this
Sunday, 29 June 2008. The Morning of Pacman Vs. Diaz Fight
Me: you in church? kidding.
Ms.X: (June 29, 2008 08:26:48)
In bed. Reading Time. But yeah, was thinking of going to church when the masses are over. Para solo ko bahay ni Bossing.
Then I told Ms.X why I need her to pray for me...
Ms.X: (June 29, 2008 08:34:48)
Okay. Will go to His place na talaga (CHURCH). Para sa iyo at kay pacman. Sana matalo. Babaero.
Me:(June 29, 2008 08:49:11)
I want him to win. para pag na knock out KO sya hindi nya masasabing dahil laos na sya.
Ms.X: (June 29, 2008 08:37:15)
Babaero sya eh. Dapat matalo.
Me:(June 29, 2008 08:51:08)
yes, but I want ME to be the one to knock him out. not some second rate mexican.
Ms.X: (June 29, 2008 08:38:10)
Okay. Will tell Him (The BOSS) you said hi.
Dear Kids, You guys must be wondering why I wanted Obama to win. I should have been rooting for Hillary since she's a woman, she represents NEW YORK in capitol hill, and you kids probably would like to identify with her.
DON'T!
I do not see her as a woman. I do not see her as a good example for you to emulate. Hillary knew Bill lied to her and Chelsea. When she decided to stand by her family, to stand by Chelsea, to save her marriage by not leaving Bill, I expected her to stand by her principles as well.
When she decided to enter politics, those "principles" began to unravel. Her feminism was merely a red herring to corner the women's votes. Nothing more. She is not a Feminist. She forfeited her womanhood when she swallowed her pride and became a PINDEHO for the sake of her presidential ambition.
Had she decided to stay with her family, and out of politics, she would have been true to herself. She would have been a good example to women. To Sage, Sabine and Sadie.
By entering politics, she is telling women everywhere that it's okay to be treated like a doormat (okay lang gaguhin) as long as the one who abused you used his influence to get you elected senator, and then, campaign for you when you become a presidential contender for a Major party.
By entering politics, she placed a price tag on something priceless: HUMAN DIGNITY.
at isa pa... the US SC is just one Justice away from reversing ROE Vs. WADE. I may be a feminist too, but I am an ANTI-ABORTION FEMINIST (Some women think I have no right to the word "Feminist" because of this stand. With due respect, my wife thinks I'm one. That's why I don't give a rat's ass about what they think.)
Sunday, 29 June 2008. The Morning of Pacman Vs. Diaz Fight
Me: you in church? kidding.
Ms.X: (June 29, 2008 08:26:48)
In bed. Reading Time. But yeah, was thinking of going to church when the masses are over. Para solo ko bahay ni Bossing.
Then I told Ms.X why I need her to pray for me...
Ms.X: (June 29, 2008 08:34:48)
Okay. Will go to His place na talaga (CHURCH). Para sa iyo at kay pacman. Sana matalo. Babaero.
Me:(June 29, 2008 08:49:11)
I want him to win. para pag na knock out KO sya hindi nya masasabing dahil laos na sya.
Ms.X: (June 29, 2008 08:37:15)
Babaero sya eh. Dapat matalo.
Me:(June 29, 2008 08:51:08)
yes, but I want ME to be the one to knock him out. not some second rate mexican.
Ms.X: (June 29, 2008 08:38:10)
Okay. Will tell Him (The BOSS) you said hi.
Dear Kids, You guys must be wondering why I wanted Obama to win. I should have been rooting for Hillary since she's a woman, she represents NEW YORK in capitol hill, and you kids probably would like to identify with her.
DON'T!
I do not see her as a woman. I do not see her as a good example for you to emulate. Hillary knew Bill lied to her and Chelsea. When she decided to stand by her family, to stand by Chelsea, to save her marriage by not leaving Bill, I expected her to stand by her principles as well.
When she decided to enter politics, those "principles" began to unravel. Her feminism was merely a red herring to corner the women's votes. Nothing more. She is not a Feminist. She forfeited her womanhood when she swallowed her pride and became a PINDEHO for the sake of her presidential ambition.
Had she decided to stay with her family, and out of politics, she would have been true to herself. She would have been a good example to women. To Sage, Sabine and Sadie.
By entering politics, she is telling women everywhere that it's okay to be treated like a doormat (okay lang gaguhin) as long as the one who abused you used his influence to get you elected senator, and then, campaign for you when you become a presidential contender for a Major party.
By entering politics, she placed a price tag on something priceless: HUMAN DIGNITY.
at isa pa... the US SC is just one Justice away from reversing ROE Vs. WADE. I may be a feminist too, but I am an ANTI-ABORTION FEMINIST (Some women think I have no right to the word "Feminist" because of this stand. With due respect, my wife thinks I'm one. That's why I don't give a rat's ass about what they think.)
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Glee Club Auditions
Dear Sage, this morning I got a message from your Mom telling me that you didn't make the cut. I called her up. She said that you sounded OK when you told them that you were not chosen to join the Glee Club. Then she said that on the way to school you already have a backup plan should you fail (it's either the Media Club or the BeadWork Club).
I called up your Lola and asked if she already heard. She said that you sounded OK when you called them up to tell the news.
You worked hard for it all summer long. But when it seemed that you wouldn't be able to make it, you were surprisingly calm. So were those three.
I wasn't. But I was so happy because even though you were taking the fates' merciless blow in the chin, you were soldiering on. ALL of them said it's OK. That's why I calmed down.
Because you are OK.
I wrote a letter to your teacher to allow you to audition for the glee club a few days ago. I was thinking "DANG! must be the syntax errors and my carabao english that did you in. But because you seem to be moving on, I stopped the urge to kick my head and to poke my eyes with my toes, sabay sabi sa sarili "I stupid."
The day wore on and I even forgot about it when I got home. Then you surprized me with the news:
YOU DID PASS THE AUDITION!!!
Despite of the sorry excuse for a letter that I wrote, you got accepted to the club. The reason why you thought you didn't make it was because there were two auditions. The first two members were announced in the morning. they belonged to the first batch who auditioned while those of you who passed in the second batch were announced before classes were out.
CONGRATULATIONS, ANAKI!
I called up your Lola and asked if she already heard. She said that you sounded OK when you called them up to tell the news.
You worked hard for it all summer long. But when it seemed that you wouldn't be able to make it, you were surprisingly calm. So were those three.
I wasn't. But I was so happy because even though you were taking the fates' merciless blow in the chin, you were soldiering on. ALL of them said it's OK. That's why I calmed down.
Because you are OK.
I wrote a letter to your teacher to allow you to audition for the glee club a few days ago. I was thinking "DANG! must be the syntax errors and my carabao english that did you in. But because you seem to be moving on, I stopped the urge to kick my head and to poke my eyes with my toes, sabay sabi sa sarili "I stupid."
The day wore on and I even forgot about it when I got home. Then you surprized me with the news:
YOU DID PASS THE AUDITION!!!
Despite of the sorry excuse for a letter that I wrote, you got accepted to the club. The reason why you thought you didn't make it was because there were two auditions. The first two members were announced in the morning. they belonged to the first batch who auditioned while those of you who passed in the second batch were announced before classes were out.
CONGRATULATIONS, ANAKI!
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Sun
Dear Sabine, When you draw a picture there is always a house, a stick figure representing you and your sisters, a tree, birds in the sky, and the SUN. When I was your age the elements in my doodles always include a nipa hut, a rice field, and two mountains. Resting between those twin peaks is the SUN.
Only later on did I realize that in real life, that view of the sun nestled between those two mountains could only happen only once or twice a year. The site where the sun sets, or rises, in the horizon always changes everyday. At a given day in a year, the sun will set just behind the mountain on the right, in another day it will set between the two, and in another day it will set behind the mountain on the left (right-middle-left). then later the reverse will happen (left-middle-right).
And if we live in a place on the EQUATOR, there will be a day in a year when the sun will be directly overhead at NOON TIME. That day is called Summer Solstice.I snitched this Photo above from the blog of our friend, Tita Dhes. If this were taken in a country on the equator at noon time of summer solstice, there won't be any shadows, or they will be kept to a minimum because the sun will be directly overhead.
So why does the sun rise and set in different parts of the horizon? Why is the Sun directly overhead at noon time of summer solstice in places along the equator? It's because as the Earth revolves around the sun, it is spinning on its axis while tilted at 23.5 degrees towards the general direction of POLARIS... Before I put you to sleep, I'll end here (fair warning, JJ, babalikan ko topic na ito, isasama ko kung bakit hanga ako sa ancient greeks, kung paano na measure ni Eratosthenes ang circumference ng mundo during Summer Solstice, etc.)
It's just that Yesterday was Summer Solstice. And when I asked you if you want the Baby in Mommy's tummy to be a Boy or a Girl, you said that you want him to be a BOY. Before when I asked you the same question you wanted a Girl.
So maybe, Mom and I will have a very healthy SON this time.
Summer Solstice
June 20, 2008
Dear Sage, Today we went to your school to attend your 3rd Grade Parent-Teacher meeting. Your Mom and I decided to fetch Sabine before going to your school. While the meeting was going on, you played with some of your classmates and you introduced Sabine to them. Karen kept on calling her "Cute Baby".
After your teacher finished with her powerpoint presentation all your 3rd grade mentors were introduced onstage. These past years I always tell your Mom that one of the qualifications to teach there is that one should not only look smart, she should also look plain. Why? because other mothers of lesser substance will feel threatened by teachers who qualify as the pupils' Dad's Idea of what a "HOT Chick" is.
Actually, I was wrong-- not about those insecure, desperate housewives-- but about your teachers looking homely. Most of them I've seen only for the first time.
When you looked bored after the meeting I slyly asked about one of your teachers (the new one who looks really cute). You eyed me suspiciously and told me that you know why I'm asking about her. I innocently asked, "are you sure why?" Then you said, "you know what, Dad?...
YOU HAVE A BIG TUMMY"
then I said, "No I don't"
BIG TUMMY.
No I don't...
Big Tummy
No I don't.
The reason why Your Mom doesn't mind me asking about teachers with large boobs, is because you guys hate it when I do ask about them. She's not the jealous type (like me) but for some mysterious reason, she was able to make you guys check on me and my predilection for your teacher's better anatomical qualities.
Hindi nga sya selosa (with few exceptions) pero naturuan naman nya kayong magselos para sa kanya.
Smart ass.
Today you also auditioned for the glee club. You said you sang The Greatest Love Of All. But while you were in the hallway you kept on singing Rihanna's Umbrella.
Dear Sage, Today we went to your school to attend your 3rd Grade Parent-Teacher meeting. Your Mom and I decided to fetch Sabine before going to your school. While the meeting was going on, you played with some of your classmates and you introduced Sabine to them. Karen kept on calling her "Cute Baby".
After your teacher finished with her powerpoint presentation all your 3rd grade mentors were introduced onstage. These past years I always tell your Mom that one of the qualifications to teach there is that one should not only look smart, she should also look plain. Why? because other mothers of lesser substance will feel threatened by teachers who qualify as the pupils' Dad's Idea of what a "HOT Chick" is.
Actually, I was wrong-- not about those insecure, desperate housewives-- but about your teachers looking homely. Most of them I've seen only for the first time.
When you looked bored after the meeting I slyly asked about one of your teachers (the new one who looks really cute). You eyed me suspiciously and told me that you know why I'm asking about her. I innocently asked, "are you sure why?" Then you said, "you know what, Dad?...
YOU HAVE A BIG TUMMY"
then I said, "No I don't"
BIG TUMMY.
No I don't...
Big Tummy
No I don't.
The reason why Your Mom doesn't mind me asking about teachers with large boobs, is because you guys hate it when I do ask about them. She's not the jealous type (like me) but for some mysterious reason, she was able to make you guys check on me and my predilection for your teacher's better anatomical qualities.
Hindi nga sya selosa (with few exceptions) pero naturuan naman nya kayong magselos para sa kanya.
Smart ass.
Today you also auditioned for the glee club. You said you sang The Greatest Love Of All. But while you were in the hallway you kept on singing Rihanna's Umbrella.
Monday, June 16, 2008
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Snglguy.com's Post
Dear Kids, few days back I've read a post of snglyguy entitled "From the pond and into the frying pan" . Since our friend, Tita JJ, already threatened to tell you about my obnoxious confession there (How I used to love eating adobong kermit the frog) I decided to come clean. Yes! I LOVED ADOBONG PALAKA. past tense since I haven't tasted one recently.
Pam palubag loob kay Tita JJ, I'd like to share this story which I've read somewhere, sometime ago in an intellectual journal (either FHM or MAXIM magazine... ok, I'm kidding.)
The sailor was eyeing the dark smoke billowing from the steam ship in the horizon. It was approaching really fast, a few more leagues (miles, or so) and he will be free from the Ghost ship that has imprisoned him for 5 years. Below the deck, the captain of the ship called The Flying Dutchman was oblivious of his plans to escape since the devil himself was onboard, playing cards with their captain. And all the demon crew were being regaled by their skills in cheating each other. When the sailor reckoned that the steam ship was finally just a hundred yards away, he jumped into the wine dark sea. The First Officer of the Steam ship saw the straggler almost immediately. He signaled his men to prepare for rescue.
Finally aboard the steam ship, still shaking, the sailor kissed the deck, thank the Heavens and every soul within reach.
The captain came down from the Bridge and asked him curiously, "What ship was that you escaped from? From the horizon it looked like the sails are glowing with the fires of St. Elmo and wherever it goes, the dark clouds thunder above it?"
The sailor responded, "Sire, it was The Flying Dutchman".
The most religious members of the crew gasped in unison and made the sign of the cross, a vain attempt to ward off the evil eye. Because all sailors know that to see the sails of the Ghost ship brings bad luck.
The captain just smiled and said, "You're are now safe, my son. You are aboard the only ship on Earth that even the gods themselves can not sink."
He helped the sailor to his feet and with the panache of a show man he said,
"Welcome aboard... the TITANIC!"
Now, that's what I call...
Out of the frying pan and into the FIRE!
Click on the link above to read the lyrics of the song.
Pam palubag loob kay Tita JJ, I'd like to share this story which I've read somewhere, sometime ago in an intellectual journal (either FHM or MAXIM magazine... ok, I'm kidding.)
The sailor was eyeing the dark smoke billowing from the steam ship in the horizon. It was approaching really fast, a few more leagues (miles, or so) and he will be free from the Ghost ship that has imprisoned him for 5 years. Below the deck, the captain of the ship called The Flying Dutchman was oblivious of his plans to escape since the devil himself was onboard, playing cards with their captain. And all the demon crew were being regaled by their skills in cheating each other. When the sailor reckoned that the steam ship was finally just a hundred yards away, he jumped into the wine dark sea. The First Officer of the Steam ship saw the straggler almost immediately. He signaled his men to prepare for rescue.
Finally aboard the steam ship, still shaking, the sailor kissed the deck, thank the Heavens and every soul within reach.
The captain came down from the Bridge and asked him curiously, "What ship was that you escaped from? From the horizon it looked like the sails are glowing with the fires of St. Elmo and wherever it goes, the dark clouds thunder above it?"
The sailor responded, "Sire, it was The Flying Dutchman".
The most religious members of the crew gasped in unison and made the sign of the cross, a vain attempt to ward off the evil eye. Because all sailors know that to see the sails of the Ghost ship brings bad luck.
The captain just smiled and said, "You're are now safe, my son. You are aboard the only ship on Earth that even the gods themselves can not sink."
He helped the sailor to his feet and with the panache of a show man he said,
"Welcome aboard... the TITANIC!"
Now, that's what I call...
Out of the frying pan and into the FIRE!
Click on the link above to read the lyrics of the song.
Friday, June 06, 2008
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
With Words and Magic
"You rule men with WORDS, and MAGIC"-- James Clavell's Tai-Pan
Dear Kids, like most amateur pundits, I first noticed Obama after he delivered THAT SPEECH during the 2004 Democratic Convention.
For lack of a better word, the text was "Kennedyesque".
Just take a moment and think about this: With ONE SPEECH he captured the imagination of a stranger who was an ocean away.
ONE SPEECH.
When you guys become Educators, Community Leaders, MD's, with MBA's, CEO's, Directors of large Hospitals, HMO's; when you convene the Security Council or seat as Secretary General of the UN General Assembly, when you finally mount that hostile takeover of Microsoft from Gates himself (I have a hunch he will still be alive for a very long time) remember that when you lead men to battle, they will only die for you only when you say the right words. And even when you do say the words, PRAY that the magic will work its miracle on those who hear you speak.
CONGRATS OBAMA... Now for the hard part.
Will Americans decide to take back their Government from George Orwell Bush and cut a Byronic swath across the pages of history to redeem and reclaim their libertarian legacy? Or will they decide to remain as prisoners of Hanoi Hilton and Abu Ghraib?
Godspeed and ROCK ON, BaROCK!
Dear Kids, like most amateur pundits, I first noticed Obama after he delivered THAT SPEECH during the 2004 Democratic Convention.
For lack of a better word, the text was "Kennedyesque".
Just take a moment and think about this: With ONE SPEECH he captured the imagination of a stranger who was an ocean away.
ONE SPEECH.
When you guys become Educators, Community Leaders, MD's, with MBA's, CEO's, Directors of large Hospitals, HMO's; when you convene the Security Council or seat as Secretary General of the UN General Assembly, when you finally mount that hostile takeover of Microsoft from Gates himself (I have a hunch he will still be alive for a very long time) remember that when you lead men to battle, they will only die for you only when you say the right words. And even when you do say the words, PRAY that the magic will work its miracle on those who hear you speak.
CONGRATS OBAMA... Now for the hard part.
Will Americans decide to take back their Government from George Orwell Bush and cut a Byronic swath across the pages of history to redeem and reclaim their libertarian legacy? Or will they decide to remain as prisoners of Hanoi Hilton and Abu Ghraib?
Godspeed and ROCK ON, BaROCK!
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