Impassioned Thinker

2011-08-25T10:33:00.000+08:00

He defeated the French and humiliated the Americans.

The modern day David who brought down Goliath. He is Vietnamese general Vo Nguyen Giap, whom I personally admire and one whom I would definitely say is one of the greatest, most brilliant commanders who ever lived. His grasp for strategy and tactics would definitely make the great Master Sun proud. An avid reader of Master Sun’s great work he is an advocate of manoeuvre warfare and a living symbol of Master Sun’s axiom of “defeating the enemy without ever fighting.”

Worked as a school teacher with a passion for military history and philosophy, some of his contemporaries within the communist party doubted his capability as a military commander but he proved them wrong time and again. First by helping defeat the Japanese invaders during WWII and then the French during the battle of Dien Bien Phu and finally the Americans, most notably during the Tet Offensive. Doubt turned to awe and awe turned to respect. A genius of guerrilla and psychological warfare he showed the world that in war firepower is not everything and that victory is not always achieved by sheer might alone, but by a combination of cunning strategy, ruthless efficiency and a good grasp of psychology. He epitomized Master Sun’s saying: “Know your enemy, know yourself and your victory will never be in doubt even in a hundred battles; know heaven, know earth and your victory will be complete.”

Gen. Giap wholeheartedly deserves to be in the pantheon of the greatest military commanders who ever lived.

Happy 100^th birthday General Giap. You are truly a great inspiration.

Tu Risa (Your Laughter)

2011-04-30T20:12:00.000+08:00

One of my most favorite poem by the great Pablo Neruda. It is so passionate, so romantic.

Tu Risa (Your Laughter)

By Pablo Neruda

Take the bread from me, if you want

take the air from me, but

do not take from me your laughter

Do not take away the rose,

the lanceflower that you pluck,

the water that suddenly

bursts forth in your joy,

the sudden wave

of silver born in you.

My struggle is harsh and I come back

with eyes tired

at times from having seen

the unchanging earth,

but when your laughter enters

it rises to the sky seeking me

and it opens for me all

the doors of life.

My love, in the darkest

hour your laughter

opens, and if suddenly

you see my blood staining

the stones of the street,

laugh, because your laughter

will be for my hands

like a fresh sword.

Next to the sea in the autumn,

your laughter must raise

its foamy cascade,

and in the spring, love,

I want your laughter like

the flower I was waiting for,

the blue flower, the rose

of my echoing country.

Laugh at the night,

at the day, at the moon,

laugh at the twisted

streets of the island,

laugh at this clumsy

boy who loves you,

but when I open

my eyes and close them,

when my steps go,

when my steps return,

deny me bread, air,

light, spring,

but never your laughter

for I would die.

2010-09-21T13:30:00.000+08:00

Here is a really simple maxim I personally believe in and something that I always practice. It is something I live by.

A truly great leader prioritizes his men first and foremost. He likes to see them succeed, because he knows that their success is his own.

Clinical anecdotes

2010-08-22T11:42:00.000+08:00

The Patient:

There was this guy in the hospital that was scheduled for surgery. On the morning of his operation he starts yelling that he wants coffee. The nurse comes in and asks him to be quiet, as he is disturbing the other patients. "But I've had coffee every morning for forty years and I want a cup of coffee NOW!" he screamed. The nurse quickly and silently counts to ten and replies, "Now sir, you realize thatyou are due to go into surgery in an hour and you can't have anything on your stomach. Couldn't you do without coffee just this once?" The guy starts to rant even more and the doctor comes in to see what is the matter with the patient. The nurse explains the situation to him and the doctor turns to the belligerent man in bed before him, "You understand that you can't have anything in your stomach before surgery, don't you?" "I don't care. I.Want. Some. Coffee!!!!" The doctor thinks for a minute and says,"Very well. I'll tell you what; the only way we can give you any coffee is through an enema. Would that make you happy?" The guy pauses and replies,"Well, if that's the only way I can get any coffee around here..." So the doctor tells the nurse to give the guy a coffee enema to keep him quiet.The nurse returns with an enema bag and a fresh pot of hot coffee. She pours itinto the bag, greases up the applicator and sticks it up the guy's ass."Ah, hot coffee!" the guy says with a satisfied tone. All of a sudden he starts into bitching and complaining again. "What's the matter this time?!" the exasperated nurse yells out. "It's too sweet!" the guy replies.

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The Dentist:

Then there's the woman who goes to the dentist. As he leans over to begin working on her, she grabs his balls. The dentist says, "Madam, I believe you've got a hold of my privates."The woman replies, "Yes. We're going to be careful not to hurt each other,aren't we?"

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The Doctor and the Nurse:

A doctor and a nurse just got married. As they were lying in bed one night, the doctor said to the nurse, "Honey, to avoid any problems, let's try the following system. When we go to bed at night, if you would like to have sex, pull at my penis one time....and if you don't want to have sex, pull at my penis 100 times!!"

Mind Your Manners

2010-03-24T19:12:00.003+08:00

There are things in life that are not correct. Correct being that they are not as perfect as you want them to be. Mediocrity is everywhere, and one shouldn't just sit and not do anything. You will need to speak up and say the current condition must stop. This usually means you will upset a few people and change things they don't want to be changed. That's fine. You will not please everyone.

Saying the above, however, does not mean a person should present himself or herself as uncultured. Upset as you may be, you should never lose your temper. You should never attack another individual personally, but instead attack the issue. You will, after all, need to work with these people. Cooperation is the goal. Be strong in character...but have a kind voice and be professional in demeanor.

Sad to say but many so-called adults do not observe proper etiquette. Practice good manners; it is the mark of a refined person. Many people think if they are to be "true" to themselves with others, they don't need to act accordingly. Nothing can be so wrong. Everyone wants to be shown respect in some degree or another, and that's what etiquette and manners are all about. Some of you will often see your superiors using vulgar language, or dressed inappropriately, or conduct business unethically. Do not copy them. They got to where they are not because of these bad habits but in spite of them.

Here are some simple but important items everyone should consider:

1. Say "thank you" whenever someone shows kindness.

2. When you are invited to a special occasion, dress cleanly and a notch above normal.

3. Simply say "you're welcome" when someone says thank you. Never say "oh, it's nothing."

4. When a person went through a lot of trouble to get you a gift, kindly receive it.

5. Never sit at the head of the table unless invited to do so by the host.

6. Say "excuse me" after doing something inappropriate.

7. If arriving in line at the same time as another person, let that person go first.

8. Always clean after yourself.

9. When shaking hands, make sure your grip is strong and the part between your index finger and thumb is squarely against the other person's.

10. Never outright negatively judge someone by their looks. With everyone you meet, you should think to yourself "I like this person."

11. Treating a person poorly because of his or her social status is vulgar.

12. When borrowing something, make sure you give it back promptly and in the same working order.
For example, if you borrow your friend's car, make sure you fill it up with gas before returning it.

13. When handling other people's property, be gentle with it.

14. Be judicious when criticizing others. In fact, be indirect as possible.

15. Let the speaker finish his or her sentence before talking.

16. When in doubt, use the Golden Rule.

With the suggestions above, you should have good cooperation from most people. Truly, it's the small things that make a big difference. You'll be able to achieve your objectives as a result.

Romantic Idea no.10

2010-01-08T23:46:00.002+08:00

If your partner is going away for a few days, tell her that you are worried about her so you have organized a bodyguard to look after her. Then give her a small teddy bear.

Glückliches Neues Jahr

2009-12-31T14:51:00.001+08:00

2009-05-27T15:33:00.002+08:00

I got this article from the website of my favorite bookstore which is A different Bookstore. Please read and make it known to all and help save the romance of paper.

In the last few months, the importation of books into the Philippines has virtually stopped. The reason why is explained in this article by Robin Hemley, a University of Iowa creative writing professor currently on a fellowship in the Philippines.

If you have no time to read the article, the essence is that the Bureau of Customs has decided to impose duties on the importation of books into the Philippines.
This, despite the 1950 Florence Agreement on the Importation of Educational, Scientific and Cultural Materials (which you can see here), which the Philippines ratified in 1979. The preamble of the agreement states: "Considering that the free exchange of ideas and knowledge and, in general, the widest possible dissemination of the diverse forms of self-expression used by civilizations are vitally important both for intellectual progress and international understanding, and consequently for the maintenance of world peace...", an indisputable proposition.
Here's an excerpt from Robin Hemley’s article:
...Over coffee one afternoon, a book-industry professional (whom I can't identify) told me that for the past two months virtually no imported books had entered the country, in part because of the success of one book, Twilight by Stephenie Meyer. The book, an international best seller, had apparently attracted the attention of customs officials. When an examiner named Rene Agulan opened a shipment of books, he demanded that duty be paid on it.

The importer of Twilight made a mistake and paid the duty requested. A mistake because such duty flies in the face of the Florence Agreement, a U.N. treaty that was signed by the Philippines in 1952, guaranteeing the free flow of "educational, scientific, and cultural materials" between countries and declaring that imported books should be duty-free. Mr. Agulan told the importer that because the books were not educational (i.e., textbooks) they were subject to duty. Perhaps they aren't educational, I might have argued, but aren't they "cultural"? No matter. With this one success under their belt, customs curtailed all air shipments of books entering the country. Weeks went by as booksellers tried to get their books out of storage and started intense negotiations with various government officials. What doubly frustrated booksellers and importers was that the explanations they received from various officials made no sense. It was clear that, for whatever reason—perhaps the 30-billion-peso ($625 million) shortfall in projected customs revenue—customs would go through the motions of having a reasonable argument while in fact having none at all. Customs Undersecretary Espele Sales explained the government's position to a group of frustrated booksellers and importers in an Orwellian PowerPoint presentation, at which she reinterpreted the Florence Agreement as well as Philippine law RA 8047, providing for "the tax and duty-free importation of books or raw materials to be used in book publishing." For lack of a comma after the word "books," the undersecretary argued that only books "used in book publishing" (her underlining) were tax-exempt.
"What kind of book is that?" one publisher asked me afterward. "A book used in book publishing." And she laughed ruefully.
I thought about it. Maybe I should start writing a few. Harry the Cultural and Educational Potter and His Fondness for Baskerville Type. Likewise, with the Florence Agreement, she argued that only educational books could be considered protected by the U.N. treaty. Customs would henceforth be the arbiter of what was and wasn't educational.
"For 50 years, everyone has misinterpreted the treaty and now you alone have interpreted it correctly?" she was asked.
"Yes," she told the stunned booksellers.
Throughout February and March, bookstores seemed on the verge of getting their books released—all their documents were in order, but the rules kept changing. Now they were told that all books would be taxed: 1 percent for educational books and 5 percent for noneducational books. A nightmare scenario for the distributors; they imagined each shipment being held for months as an examiner sorted through the books. Obviously, most would simply pay the higher tax to avoid the hassle. Distributors told me they weren't "capitulating" but merely paying under protest. After all, customs was violating an international treaty that had been abided by for over 50 years. Meanwhile, booksellers had to pay enormous storage fees. Those couldn't be waived, they were told, because the storage facilities were privately owned (by customs officials, a bookstore owner suggested ruefully). One bookstore had to pay $4,000 on a $10,000 shipment. The day after the first shipment of books was released, an internal memo circulated in customs congratulating themselves for finally levying a duty on books, though no mention was made of their pride in breaking an international treaty.

Please forward this or disseminate this in any way you can, in the name of reading.

A quick painful way out

2009-05-23T19:00:00.001+08:00

I just read that former South Korean president Roh Moo-hyun just commited suicide by diving off a cliff, possibly because of all those bribery and corruption allegations that he is facing. Anyways if you haven't read about it you can read it here. Well anyways what's my point in writing this one then? Well I was just amazed how honorable, foolish and cowardly such an act is, but I like it because it shows that some people are still honorable albeit irresponsible. I do hope Mrs. Arroyo does the same thing, well I think it's much better if Mrs. Arroyo gets lynched by a mob! That will be the day!

Samba de Uma Nota Só

2009-04-28T20:26:00.002+08:00

Samba de Uma Nota Só or One note Samba in english is a piece of Bossa Nova music and Brazil's gift to the world. I am so in love with that song. Hearing it really clears my mind and places me at ease, makes me carefree and my spirit becomes enthralled with it's fascinating rhythm. I cannot really help to sway my body or tap my feet upon hearing that magnificent piece of music, by the way it's not just a piece of music, it's truly a masterpiece! It is probably one of the best if not the best piece of Bossa Nova music ever created after all it was composed by none other than the father of Bossa Nova himself, Antonio Carlos Jobim and the lyrics was written by señor Newton Ferreira de Mendonça and had been performed by different singers as diverse as Frank Sinatra, Ella FItzgerald, Diana Krall and of course our very own Sitti Navarro. I highly recommend it for people who really appreciate music, especially Bossa Nova and Jazz. Oh here is a youtube link of Maestro Antonio Carlos Jobim performing it live. Simply Magnifique!

On the Führer's 120th Birthday

2009-04-20T17:22:00.003+08:00

The man the world branded as an "evil incarnate" was born this day 120 years ago at Braunau am Inn in Austria. Now I will not go about and tell how that man came about or how he met his end moreover I will just post here an article by Standartenführer Leon Degrelle (more about Leon Degrelle here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leon_Degrelle) which I find very fitting to my current situation, because today I just lost my job and what better way to recount that than by posting an article about labor, or more correctly labor laws enacted by the Führer himself. The article is entitled: The Führer's Social Revolution. It's a bit lenghty article, but a wonderful article nevertheless.

Every factory employee from then on would have the legal right to a paid vacation. Until then, in Germany paid holidays where they applied at all did not exceed four or five days, and nearly half the younger workers had no leave entitlement at all. Hitler, on the other hand, favored the younger workers. Vacations were not handed out blindly, and the youngest workers were granted time off more generously. It was a humane action; a young person has more need of rest and fresh air for the development of his strength and vigor just coming into maturity. Basic vacation time was twelve days, and then from age 25 on it went up to 18 days. After ten years with the company, workers got 21 days, three times what the French socialists would grant the workers of their country in 1936.

These figures may have been surpassed in the more than half a century since then, but in 1933 they far exceeded European norms. As for overtime hours, they no longer were paid, as they were everywhere else in Europe at that time, at just the regular hourly rate. The work day itself had been reduced to a tolerable norm of eight hours, since the forty-hour week as well, in Europe, was first initiated by Hitler. And beyond that legal limit, each additional hour had to be paid at a considerably increased rate. As another innovation, work breaks were made longer; two hours every day in order to let the worker relax and to make use of the playing fields that the large industries were required to provide.

Dismissal of an employee was no longer left as before the sole discretion of the employer. In that era, workers' rights to job security were non-existent. Hitler saw to it that those rights were strictly spelled out. The employer had to announce any dismissal four weeks in advance. The employee then had a period of up to two months in which to lodge a protest. The dismissal could also be annulled by the Honor of Work Tribunal. What was the Honor of Work Tribunal? Also called the Tribunal of Social Honor, it was the third of the three great elements or layers of protection and defense that were to the benefit of every German worker. The first was the Council of Trust. The second was the Labor Commission.

The Council of Trust was charged with attending to the establishment and the development of a real community spirit between management and labor. "In any business enterprise", the Reich law stated, "the employer and head of the enterprise, the employees and workers, personnel of the enterprise, shall work jointly towards the goal of the enterprise and the common good of the nation."

Neither would any longer be the victim of the other-not the worker facing the arbitrariness of the employer nor the employer facing the blackmail of strikes for political purposes. Article 35 of the Reich labor law stated that: "Every member of an Aryan enterprise community shall assume the responsibilities required by his position in the said common enterprise." In other words, at the head of the company or the enterprise would be a living, breathing executive in charge, not a moneybags with unconditional power. "The interest of the community may require that an incapable or unworthy employer be relieved of his duties"

The employer would no longer be inaccessible and all-powerful, authoritatively determining the conditions of hiring and firing his staff. He, too, would be subject to the workshop regulations, which he would have to respect, exactly as the least of his employees. The law conferred honor and responsibility on the employer only insofar as he merited it.

Every business enterprise of 20 or more persons was to have its "Council of Trust". The two to ten members of this council would be chosen from among the staff by the head of the enterprise. The ordinance of application of 10 March 1934 of the above law further stated: "The staff shall be called upon to decide for or against the established list in a secret vote, and all salaried employees, including apprentices of 21 years of age or older, will take part in the vote. Voting shall be done by putting a number before the names of the candidates in order of preference, or by striking out certain names."

In contrast to the business councils of the preceding régime, the Council of Trust was no longer an instrument of class, but one of teamwork of the classes, composed of delegates of the staff as well as the head of the enterprise. The one could no longer act without the other. Compelled to coordinate their interests, though formerly rivals, they would now cooperate to establish by mutual consent the regulations which were to determine working conditions.

Belgian author Marcel Laloire, who observed conditions in the Reich first hand, wrote "The Council has the duty to develop mutual trust within the enterprise. It will advise on all measures serving to improve the carrying out of the work of the enterprise and on standards relating to general work conditions, in particular those which concern measures tending to reinforce feelings of solidarity between the members themselves and between the members and the enterprise, or tending to improve the personal situation of the members of the enterprise community. The Council also has the obligation to intervene to settle disputes. It must be heard before the imposition of fines based on workshop regulations."

Before assuming their duties, members of the Work Council had to take an oath before all their co-workers to "carry out their duties only for the good of the enterprise and of all citizens, setting aside any personal interest, and in their behavior and manner of living to serve as model representatives of the enterprise." [Article 10, paragraph 1 of the law.] Every 30th of April, on the eve of the great national labor holiday, council duties ceased and the councils were renewed, pruning out conservatism or petrifaction and cutting short the arrogance of dignitaries who might have thought themselves beyond criticism.

It was up to the enterprise itself to pay a salary to members of the Council of Trust, just as if they were employed in the work area, and "to assume all costs resulting from the regular fulfillment of the duties of the Council".

The second agency that would ensure the orderly development of the new German social system was the institution of the "Workers' Commissioners". They would essentially be conciliators and arbitrators. When gears were grinding, they were the ones who would have to apply the grease. They would see to it that the Councils of trust were functioning harmoniously to ensure that regulations of a given business enterprise were being carried out to the letter.

They were divided among 13 large districts covering the territory of the Reich. As arbitrators they were not dependent upon either owners or workers. They had total independence in the field. They were appointed by the state, which represented both the interests of everyone in the enterprise and the interests of society at large.

In order that their decisions should never be unfounded or arbitrary, they had to rely on the advice of a "Consulting Council of Experts" which consisted of 18 members selected from various sections of the economy in a representation of sorts of the interests of each territorial district.

To ensure still further the objectivity of their arbitration decisions, a third agency was superimposed on the Councils of Trust and the 13 Commissioners, the Tribunal of Social Honor.

Thus from 1933 on, the German worker had a system of justice at his disposal that was created especially for him and would adjudicate all grave infractions of the social duties based on the idea of the Aryan enterprise community. Examples of these violations of social honor are cases where the employer, abusing his power, displayed ill will towards his staff or impugned the honor of his subordinates, cases where staff members threatened work harmony by spiteful agitation; the publication by members of the Council of confidential information regarding the enterprise which they became cognizant of in the course of discharging their duties. Thirteen "Tribunes of Social Honor" were established, corresponding with the thirteen commissions.

The presiding judge was not a fanatic; he was a career judge who rose above disputes. Meanwhile the enterprise involved was not left out of the proceedings; the judge was seconded by two assistant judges, one representing the management, another a member of the Council of Trust.

This tribunal, the same as any other court of law, had the means of enforcing its decisions. But there were nuances. Decisions could be limited in mild cases to a remonstrance. They could also hit the guilty party with fines of up to 10,000 marks. Other very special sanctions were provided for that were precisely adapted to the social circumstances; change of employment, dismissal of the head of the enterprise or his agent who had failed in his duty. In case of a contested decision, the legal dispute could always be taken up to a Supreme Court seated in Berlin-a fourth level of protection.

From then on the worker knew that exploitation of his physical strength in bad faith or offending his honor would no longer be allowed. He had to fulfill certain obligations to the community, but they were obligations that applied to all members of the enterprise, from the chief executive down to the messenger boy. Germany's workers at last had clearly established social rights that were arbitrated by a Labor Commission and enforced by a Tribunal of Honor. Although effected in an atmosphere of justice and moderation, it was a revolution.

This was only the end of 1933, and already the first effects could be felt. The factories and shops large and small were reformed or transformed in conformity with the strictest standards of cleanliness and hygiene; the interior areas, so often dilapidated, opened to light; playing fields constructed; rest areas made available where one could converse at one's ease and relax during rest periods; employee cafeterias; proper dressing rooms.

With time, that is to say in three years, those achievements would take on dimensions never before imagined; more than 2,000 factories refitted and beautified; 23,000 work premises modernized; 800 buildings designed exclusively for meetings; 1,200 playing fields; 13,000 sanitary facilities with running water; 17,000 cafeterias. Eight hundred departmental inspectors and 17,300 local inspectors would foster and closely and continuously supervise these renovations and installations.

The large industrial establishments moreover had been given the obligation of preparing areas not only suitable for sports activities of all minds, but provided with swimming pools as well. Germany had come a long way from the sinks for washing one's face and the dead tired workers, grown old before their time, crammed into squalid courtyards during work breaks.

In order to ensure the natural development of the working class, physical education courses were instituted for the younger workers; 8,000 such were organized. Technical training would be equally emphasized, with the creation of hundreds of work schools, technical courses and examinations of professional competence, and competitive examinations for the best workers for which large prizes were awarded.

To rejuvenate young and old alike, Hitler ordered that a gigantic vacation organization for workers be set up. Hundreds of thousands of workers would be able every summer to relax on and at the sea. Magnificent cruise ships would be built. Special trains would carry vacationers to the mountains and to the seashore. The locomotives that hauled the innumerable worker-tourists in just a few years of travel in Germany would log a distance equivalent to fifty-four times around the world!

The cost of these popular excursions was nearly insignificant, thanks to greatly reduced rates authorized by the Reichsbank.

Didn't these reforms lack something? Were some of them flawed by errors and blunders? It is possible. But what did a blunder amount to alongside the immense gains?

That this transformation of the working class smacked of authoritarianism? That's exactly right. But the German people were sick and tired of socialism and anarchy. To feel commanded didn't bother them a bit. In fact, people have always liked having a strong man guide them. One thing for certain is that the turn of mind of the working class, which was still almost two-thirds non-National Socialist in 1933, had completely changed.

The Belgian author Marcel Laloire would note: "When you make your way through the cities of Germany and go into the working-class districts, go through the factories, the construction yards, you are astonished to find so many workers on the job sporting the Hitler insignia, to see so many flags with the Swastika, black on a bright red background, in the most populous districts." The "Labor Front" that Hitler imposed on all of the workers and employers of the Reich was for the most part received with favor.

And already the steel spades of the sturdy young lads of the National Labor Service could be seen gleaming along the highways. The National Labor Service had been created by Hitler out of thin air to bring together for a few months in absolute equality, and in the same uniform, both the sons of millionaires and the sons of the poorest families. All had to perform the same work and were subject to the same discipline, even the same pleasures and the same physical and moral development. On the same construction sites and in the same living quarters, they had become conscious of their commonality, had come to understand one another, and had swept away their old prejudices of class and caste. After this hitch in the National Labor Service they all began to live as comrades, the workers knowing that the rich man's son was not a monster, and the young lad from the wealthy family knowing that the worker's son had honor just like any other young fellow who had been more generously favored by birth. Social hatred was disappearing, and a socially united people was being born.

Hitler could already go into factories-something no man of the so-called Right before him would have risked doing-and hold forth to the mob of workers, tens of thousands of them at a time, as in the Siemens works. "In contrast to the von Papens and other country gentlemen," he might tell them, "In my youth I was a worker like you. And in my heart of hearts, I have remained what I was then." In the course of his twelve years in power, no incident ever occurred at any factory Adolf Hitler ever visited. When Hitler was among the people, he was at home, and he was received like the member of the family who had been most successful.

Léon Degrelle

I salute thee!

2009-03-03T21:11:00.002+08:00

Today is a great day! why? it is because on this day 64 years ago our brave Filipino troops together with their American allies fought and liberated our dear city of Manila! Forget Stalingrad! The battle of Manila is one, if not the most ferocious and bloodiest battle in the pacific war. On this day 64 years ago Manila was turned to ruble as the last pocket of resistance from the IJA was bombarded by heavy artillery from the U.S XIV Corps and the 37th Division. It's really nice to reminisce and think about this decision of the yanks to raze our beloved city to the ground, is it really necessary? damn yanks! Why did they do it? to save American lives they say,take note "American lives", not Filipinos, at the cost of destroying our rich cultural landmarks! What if it's the Lincoln memorial? or the Washington monument? I wonder if they will shell those places in the name of saving American lives.damn! Anyway as my good friend always tell me: "it's all in the past let go of it, better look to the future" I would always retort: "always remember that those who don't look at the past are bound to repeat it." and it always gets him to shut-up. Now I end this little talk with what is inscribed in the Shrine of Freedom that commemorates this truly historic battle.

"This memorial is dedicated to all those innocent victims of war, many of whom went nameless and unknown to a common grave, or even never knew a grave at all, their bodies having been consumed by fire or crushed to dust beneath the rubble of ruins."

"Let this monument be the gravestone for each and every one of the over 100,000 men, women, children and infants killed in Manila during its battle of liberation, February 3 - March 3, 1945. We have not forgotten them, nor shall we ever forget."

"May they rest in peace as part now of the sacred ground of this city: the Manila of our affections."

New Entry 3rd February

2009-02-03T18:51:00.000+08:00

Just as I was about to dismiss this day as one of those boring days comes a stunner! So here I was on my way home from work right, then as I boarded the jitney I saw these group of young women in white, well apparently they are nursing studs from a nearby school, anyways they are all noisy and giggling oh and all of them look like your run-of-the-mill girls from the barrio but there is this one that really looks cute and I don't think she's with the group of them boisterous and giggly girls, she's really not that pretty but she's cute and very attractive and the mere fact that I was staring at her from the point that I boarded the jitney up to the point she alighted speaks volumes. I really can't help this weakness of mine for cute girls in white! Now going back, from the looks of her I would say that she's a senior or already an intern at San Juan De Dios hospital.Shucks now I gave that one away! I was really trying hard to check if she has that shiny name tag, unfortunately she ain't got one. Anyways I was really tempted to follow her and ask for her name but again my pride (or shyness) resurfaced and I wasn't able to do it. Shish! what a fool I am! But I have to admit she made my rather boring day colorful.

Thoughts of my vain mind

2008-12-04T06:08:00.000+08:00

Well here I go again with one of my poems. I'm not really much of a poet but I really get in the mood of writing poems before I go into battle, or should I say before I go about undertaking some big task or some such, after all everyday is a good day to die and what better way to celebrate it than by doing some poetry, but anyways enough of my ramblings.

Thoughts of my vain mind

"Everytime i gaze upon your eyes,i cannot help but be mesmerized
Thoughts of you overpower my mind,should i ask your for your hand or should i not
Your serenity,your calmness,your grace you are a true lady amongst the ladies
Everytime you pass me by i cannot help but stare and admire
and compare you to the brightest star,that illuminates the darkened sky
Oh my lady! when will you ever be mine?"

New Beginning...for me at least

2008-11-04T18:34:00.000+08:00

Ooh! I am so happy and excited now that I have found a new job in a company that I'm beginning to love and admire to say the least. Everything went according to plan and nothing is sweeter than a plan that went well and even exceeded expectations. Although it's a bit too early to celebrate such a sweet victory, so right now I'll just listen to Tristeza, read The Rommel Papers and enjoy my cup of coffee. Cheers!

People should know...

2008-10-19T23:31:00.000+08:00

That no matter whom we elect, no matter how many times we march in the streets, no matter how noisy our chants are, no matter what type of we protest we perform everything will remain the same. It is the system that needs to be changed. A system that has been there for as long as we can remember, a society that has a rotting core but for some reason it still stands and has stood. Who we need to challenge are not only the leaders but the people themselves, each and every one of us has to take a long good look at ourselves and ask if we are doing our part or are we just being a burden. Criticism and self criticism, but heck as it stands it is only done one way, we just criticize and we look at ourselves as the righteous hapless victims. Whether we like it or not we Filipinos don't want to leave our comfort zones, we are afraid to make sacrifices we are afraid of things we are uncertain of and in the end we shift the blame to other people, we find scapegoats (something we Filipinos are fond of for that matter!). We must learn to stand up and take responsibility! We should always remember change will start from us, change will not come from above and sometimes sacrifices must be made!

Embarrassingly Poetic

2008-08-31T14:51:00.000+08:00

Here I go again, fancying myself a poet not to mention being inspired by a certain lady whom I find so wonderful and so vibrant, I composed a poem for her. It's my little way of expressing myself to her in a more artful and chivalric manner. I just can't help it! anyways here it is:

Embarrassingly Poetic

The first time I saw your smile I was captivated and charmed
You have rekindled within me this passion so strong this feeling so deep
That sometimes I stop and think about, if all these are real

You are like a fairy that fascinates me,
The longer I look at you the more I get enthralled
By the prism of your beauty that radiates and scintillates

What is it about you that keeps me mesmerized
How can I explain all the things I feel
It makes me wonder if all these are real

Now I must apologize for my bumbling incoherence
These simple words I cannot say before your presence
So please pardon me for trying to be embarrassingly poetic

Regrets...

2008-08-25T21:20:00.000+08:00

I saw her again, I can’t believe my eyes! She’s right there, right in front of me. Although I don’t think she still remembers me but I do remember her, her face, a face that will be forever etched in my psyche and in my spirituality. When my eyes crossed hers I felt a feeling I haven’t felt since...It was like being hit by thousand lightning bolts multiple times! Albeit she's already a distant memory and should remain as a ghost of the past, she is still in my mind and would always be in my mind and in my heart always! Her distinct features are still there and perhaps more beautiful than she was before. Ten years... it's only two words. But to live it is a long time. She is one of those things that hundred years hence I would still not be able to forgive myself for passing on a chance, a regret that will always echo deep inside of me, it is something that had already left a gaping wound that will never ever heal! She really turned my heart around! I don’t really know, looking back I feel really foolish, it’s like saying to myself “hey what have I done!?” I feel really useless, really empty deep inside, if I will be given another chance perhaps I will not make the same choice I have done before. I hate myself so very much for all those stupid decisions I have done. Sometimes I feel that death is really the only way to cleanse oneself of all the wrong things, wrong doings one has committed and of course death is the true path towards attaining true peace. Now I can only be with her in my dreams and forever grasp her hand under the never ending warmth of the summer breeze!

Munificence

2008-08-18T23:12:00.000+08:00

swaying like leaves
fluttering like butterfly wings
life is truly magnificent to behold

the opus of life is often misunderstood
by those people who seek the truth
the greater mysteries of life they like to understand

dig deep they need not
for life,unlike most treasures,has no value set
it's true worth lies to those who live it each and every passing day