How time flies. Kwaderno is going to celebrate its first anniversary on May 5, 2015!! We praise and thank the Lord for putting us through all the challenges, tears, excitement, frustrations and surprises. All these have brought us from one milestone to another and we thank all our partners for being part of this triumph. We started low and slow, giving notebooks to only 37 students in Brgy Sangke. Two weeks after that, we were able to raise more than 4,000 notebooks to all 600 students from pre-school to high school in our adopted barangay. Now we have eight scholars, three in elementary, four in high school and two in college. And we are keeping count! We are also excited because of our new project, giving free leadership camps to elementary and high school students. For our First Kwaderno Anniversary, we are targeting to raise at least 10,000 notebooks so we will be able to distribute not just in Brgy Sanke but this time in another far-flung schools in the nearby barangay, and hopefully to other areas in Negros. Our ripple effect is getting wider and wider and we are inviting you to once again hold hands with us and make this happen. http://notebooksforlife.blogspot.com/
Tuesday, March 10, 2015
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
Your blood, your different hues of love and red,
Of passion and dying for what I am.
Your blood, your death that I may live,
It keeps me going, your hues of love and red.
-Queen Anne mpp/2015
I praise you for the sunshine after the rain,
I praise you even when there's sorrow or pain.
-Queen Anne mpp/2014
I praise you even when there's sorrow or pain.
-Queen Anne mpp/2014
Only you, Lord, know all my wonder whys,
Only you understand the meaning of my sighs...
-Queen Anne mpp/2014
Thank you for this day, Lord, there is reason to get up and breathe the air. It's free, just like hope, just like dreaming, it's what keeps me going.
Monday, February 2, 2015
What I like most about reunions with friends is that it gives me the opportunity to get to be young again. Well, it's not because I am already too old right now, but it's just that of course people are a lot younger a few years ago from where they are now. I'm sure you're getting my drift.
Thursday, October 16, 2014
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Bullies, fault finders, cowards... most of them are unloved people. They haven't received enough, proper love so they're not able to give any at all. They need it, they need compassion, too. They're actually wounded deep inside, they cry out for acceptance. The more that you fight with them, the less chance there is for them to realize what their real problem is. It is not easy to be compassionate though, especially with these type of persons. But this world will benefit greatly from a bit of kindness from us, when everyone else believes that bullies, fault finders, and cowards are, yes, nothing but miserable souls.
Monday, October 13, 2014
'You Pharisees! You clean the outside of cup and plate, while inside yourselves you are filled with extortion and wickedness.'
I know someone who likes posting mostly about Jesus on her FB wall. Almost everyday, she posts about Jesus the crucified, Jesus the scorched, Jesus the blooded, dying Saviour. You name it. She posts about quotes from preachers here and there, about philosophies and statements that seem to tell something about how righteous and Godly she is. But that is only for those who do not really, actually know her. I know her. I know more than what she thinks she is. Her FB wall is a sorry attempt to convince her more than 100 friends how such a clean and shiny kind of cup she is. But inside her, she is filled with worms. All that she can think about is herself and what she believes is real. She lives in her own world where everyone else must bow down before her, even kneel down. She despises people who cannot at all giver her praises. She has killed her own son, yes, in the most murderous, cold-bloodied way she did. This and a lot more, I know about her and I am appalled just looking at her FB wall filled with praises for the Lord. Certainly I do not want to be like her. I do not want to do anything that could resemble what she's done and keeps doing. I'm glad I met her.
It's helped me know what I do not want to become. In spite of my own iniquities, I am striving not to use the name of the Lord in vain. Because I can see how this can make people look like. One shiny cup with worms in it.
Reading 1, Galatians 5:1-6
Responsorial Psalm, Psalms 119:41, 43, 44, 45, 47, 48
Gospel, Luke 11:37-41
I am actually just lost for words every time I see in the news about selfies that have gone deadly. What is it about taking selfies, really? To the point of risking your life? Maybe the reason why I am lost for words with this topic is because I only have harsh words to say to it. Where is the present generation going these days? Certainly if I am to prefer the way to die, I would prefer meaningful deaths like laying ones life for another, rather than dying from some freak, selfie accident. How sorry is that? For me, it looks like it's not just about taking selfies itself that's the real issue. The real issue is why do people love to take selfies? I guess it's pretty obvious where I'm leading now. Yes, social media demands so much of our selfie hungry selves. We have to give it our best angle, otherwise we won't get the attention and acceptance that we think we need. They say "It's a validation" especially when you get likes in your selfie post. Taking selfies mean boasting of your status, what you have, where you are. Boasting, bragging, showing people what you've got. But these are all just shallow, tangible things that can come to an end.
Sunday, October 12, 2014
I don't want to be like this guy, and a lot of people who find satisfaction in pretending on social media. I don't want my son to grow up in this kind of society where people can't take their eyes away from their gadgets and computers. As if their whole life revolves on social media, it makes them seem happy to get these technologically modified relationships and connections. There is acceptance there for every like, there is friendships there for every nice comment. Everyday, I see posts on FB from people I know. I know their struggles, their pains, what makes them cry. I have mine, too and we do share about these things in private chats. Sometimes it makes me wonder would it be possible to get real and not hide anything, or pretend at all? Come to think of it, people pretend because they want acceptance. People hide what's not so pleasant because they fear rejection. If only social media can also become a venue for real, more meaningful connections. Then there won't be too much pretending and hiding what's real. Then this world would be freer.
I wonder when this great hullabaloo about Binay’s hidden wealth will end. Yet again, it’s not only Binay right? There’s Purisima, Napoles, the list goes on. Whether these issues are true or not, my own thoughts about it mostly revolve on the fact that surely these properties are real, and it’s real wealth. I cannot begin to imagine how possible is the word “hidden wealth” is. Why? Why hide your wealth? I wouldn’t hide my wealth at all. Because I won’t have anything to keep anyway. I won’t keep anything, actually. What for? What’s my wealth for if I keep it? What satisfaction will I get just looking at my gold bars? My villas? My cars? They have no meaning. They cannot give any meaning at all. I cannot bring them with me to my grave. I cannot bring them to heaven with me. Can anyone bring these things to hell?
This world is so deprived of love, selflessness and generosity. The hunger is not just by bread but by the things only the spirit can feel and see. It really confuses me how can people think about having riches and fame and fortune and not the things more important. I will not keep anything because I will give everything away, every little thing that I think could mean love, sharing, and hope for others. I am not here, alive and existing only for myself. I am here for a reason and that I have to prove.
At the end of each day, when we lay our head on our pillow, what do we think about? I think of what truly matters, because these things can bring me to heaven, the only real paradise.
Wednesday, October 8, 2014
“Amerikano amo panit, pero amo kasing-kasing, Pinoy.” This is a very heartwarming show for me. Hilarious, yes, no doubt about that. But I say heartwarming because in the midst of all the suffering the Filipino people is experiencing these days, and even the past year, it is reaffirming to know people of other races love the Philippines and claim they are Filipinos by heart. Solidarity. It means a lot to be connected.
Wednesday, October 1, 2014
“Lahat naman ng ginawa don for the sake of art,” says Dennis, who also appeared in the show. “Wala naman sigurong ipinakita na masama o makakadegrade sa kababaihan.”
Namanguan gid ko sa imo Dennis Trillo ka. Wait till you get married, start raising your own children, and in their teenage years you see one of them on stage being dragged around in a leash. I wonder if you can still say "nothing wrong with it". Besides there were a lot more things to point out on that fashion show. Everything was overdone. Do the fashion show organizers really need those two women kissing on stage?? What kind of art was that? What did they hope to achieve?? Everything was nonsense. There wasn't any hint of art in it. I hope these guys stop talking already. The more that they try to defend Bench, the more that they look funny.
I am speaking because this isn't the kind of world I want my son to experience. Shallow, sex-oriented, nonsense even stupid people dominating the media. We want our children to grow up with a lot of sense in their heads, with full and clear knowledge of what is right and what is not. Of course they also need to learn the value of compassion, of being slow to judge and quick to forgive, understand and forbear. But all these have to be taken in a proper context. I do not judge these guys romping on stage with their butts to the audience, some people have to earn a living. I just hope that they stop talking and justifying things because there's no way around it anymore. If you want to be able to do what you want, then find an island all for yourselves, your like, so that people cannot see you, react and make comments. In case you're forgetting, we are living in a society where we have norms and standards.
Real strength can be tested in times when the world turns its back on you and you feel like you cannot trust anyone anymore. How do you remain strong, focused and steadfast when you are alone and you got no one to cheer you on, to encourage you and make your burden lighter? How do you stay positive even when almost every event in your life becomes ugly if not hopeless? Real strength is when you've got nothing to hold on to, when your vision has been blurred by tears that do not cease to fall, when it's all too dark to see anything at all ... it is real strength when you're able to make it through. Alone.
"Marcos loot" are two hottest keywords these days. I despise the existence of Imelda Marcos. I puke looking at her photo, yes that's the one on the left, thanks to yahoo. Look at her. Aren't you just disgusted, too??? What's really confusing for me is why they were even given the chance to assume power and allowed to take the seat in the government. They're everywhere in Leyte, Ilocos Norte, everywhere. Is that how stupid Filipinos are? A few years ago, I went to Vigan and everybody was egging me to go see the stupidly famous oh-so-temporary grave of the late Dictator. I was hesitant but I went anyway, just for the heck of it. Or maybe no. I went because for some funny reason, I wanted to face the man I started hating as long time ago as when I was just a preschooler. You see, my own family suffered Martial Law to the point that I had a dented childhood. Me and my other siblings.
My father is coming up with a book about Escalante Massacre. I am sure it's going to shed light on so many things. I am my father's editor and going through his narrative isn't easy. It's painful in every way. It makes me go back to those darker days when everything was a painful blur. I didn't really understand everything but the one thing that was very clear was the fear that encompassed me, my siblings, our whole family for a long, long time I thought it wasn't going to end. Now, several decades after, I go through it again and it's all the more painful realizing how much suffering my own parents have gone through, especially my father. I hate Ferdinand Marcos. I loath Imelda and her pathetic collection of shoes that meant unimaginable hunger for so many Filipinos. I hate and loath and despise her children who seem not to understand anything about what their parents had done, in spite of their intelligence and a lot of sense. I guess greed doesn't have anything to do with intelligence or a lot of sense. Instead, greed makes people look extremely pathetic. Look at her smooching on the microbe-riddled glass. It speaks more meaning to my word "pathetic".
Read this from ABS-CBN news: Charice Pempengco expressed doubt as to whether Filipinos are truly proud of her after earning international recognition over the years.
The 22-year-old singer took to Instagram on Monday to lament the "bullying" she has received time and again from Filipino viewers despite her achievements on the international stage.
Since she debuted on American television in 2007, Charice has gone on tour with Canadian composer David Foster, released albums internationally, nabbed a guest role in the TV musical "Glee," and appeared in the comedy movie "Alvin and the Chipmunks: The Squekquel," among others.
Despite these achievements, according to Charice, Filipino viewers tend to dwell on her supposed shortcomings and continue to criticize her for her looks, her personal life, and more recently, her sexuality.
I was like, what? Does the world owe you anything Mr/Ms Pempengco?? I don't really care about her hurt feelings. As far as I'm concerned I don't give a damn about her sexual preference. Well, I am continually disturbed with the drastic transition but so be it. But recently she's been behaving like a spoiled brat expecting everybody to nurse her boo-boo. Wtf?? The international audience loves you, and that's supposed to be more than enough. You know the international audience lauds people who come out of their darkest, most scary closets. It's a lot easier for you to get their acceptance and admiration. Filipinos are more conservative. Not everybody will like the idea of you transforming from a sweet, charming lady with nice locks bouncing when she belts her powerful notes, into a confused looking individual, noodle-hair, ultra confident stranger. Filipinos are slow to absorb that, with the people's conservatism. Accept that. And stop fretting.