HULING TURO

Siya na naging pinakamasayang ama                                                                                         Nang bumuka ang iyong mga mata                                                                                           Sabay ng pag-iyak ng mumunti mong mga labi                                                                                     Silbi ng angkin mong tapang na magtagumpay.

Siya na hindi natinag ng kakulitan ng unang anghel                                                                         Naging una mong kasama sa bawat halakhak                                                                                  At siyang nagpatahan sa ‘yo nang una kang lumuha                                                                                  Sining ng pagpapatingkad ng kulay ng buhay mo’y una niyang itinuro.

Siya na tiniis ang mabuhay mag-isa sa malayo                                                                                  Ngunit nanatiling kakampi,kaibigan at gabay mo                                                                             Laging handang sa telepono sa iyo’y kumausap, mangamusta                                                              Nang marinig himig mong gamot ng kanyang pangungulila.

Siya na unang naghulma sa iyong kaisipan                                                                                          Ang nagmulat  sa mura mong kamalayan                                                                              Humubog sa iyong prinsipyo’t paninindigan                                                                                        Na siyang pinagmulan ng ating pagkakaibigan.

Siya na lalaking minahal mo higit sa lahat                                                                                             Ang amang matatawag na “teacher of life in disguise”                                                                   At siya’y namaalam na                                                                                                                        Siya sa ngayo’y isa nang ala-ala.

Kagyat ng pag-alis niya’y kanyang iniwan                                                                               Huling turo ng mapagmahal na ama                                                                                                          Na panganay niya’y manatiling matatag                                                                                         Sa likod ng kalungkutan ng kanyang pag-lisan.

Alam kong masakit sa ‘yo ang maiwan                                                                                    Ngunit minsan, kailangang matuto sa paraang hindi inaasahan                                                   Ang patuloy na mabuhay nang walang takot at pag-aalinlangan                                                      Kasama ang mga kapatid at ginigiliw na ina                                                                                       Nang mas matibay, matapang at may pagmamalasakit sa isa’t-isa.

  * alay sa kaibigang nawalan

EDISON’S METHOD

       “Make your plans public.”

       Sabi ni Sir Tacio, you have to make your plans public para may babatok sa iyo kung may nakakapansing hidi mo naman ginagawa ang mga plano mo. Para din mahiya ka kung hindi mo ginagawa ang sinabi mong makakaya, kailangan at dapat mong gawin.

       Kaya ngayong I’m turning 19, susubukan ko kung gaano kaepektibo and Edison’s Method na itinuro ng magaling na si Sir Tacio ^_^.

Mga New Year’s Resolutions Ko:

1. Family first before other things.

2. Never na akong malalate.

3. Magsisipag na ako. Magrereview na ako days before the exam at hindi minutes before the exam.

4. Magiging friendly na ako.

5. Lagi’t lagi akong magkakaroon ng optimistic view sa buhay. I will never surrender!

6. Laging pagsasaisip ng tagumpay ^_^!

POST PANDEMONIUM : RENAISSANCE

       Experience taught me to be firm, to stand for my decisions and to take the risk for their consequences.

       They say I’m weird but I tell them I’m not. I know myself better than they do. I believe I’m just unique. I’m just a typical teen-ager. Like them, I’m also an identity builder. I also seek adventures to explore my ability and my limitation as others do. We may just have different approach on seeking those adventures.

       It was May 19, 2008, the day I’ve turned 18 when I decided to cut my dependence to my family. That was my only birthday that I was not with them. That was my first time to cry on my birthday. From there on, I started my adventure alone.

       There is no such safe adventure. If you want to learn from it, you have to take the risk. If you have the will to survive, you have to be firm.
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Writer’s Syndrome

*APHASIA

       > loss of ability of the brain to fulfill its communicative function

                 a. Expressive aphasia - difficulty expressing his mind

                 b. Receptive aphasia - inability to interpret spoken/written words

*DYSARTHRIA

       > loss of articulation

*DYSGRAPHIA

       >difficulty in writing

*AGRAPHIA

       > loss of ability to write

*APRAXIA

       > loss of ability to perform purposeful actions.

 *** Sa madaling sabi, hindi ako makapagsulat. Waaahhh!!!

Disrupted Momentum

I thought I’ll make it. I tried hard to be consistent on taking the right track. I exerted much effort to organize my formerly deranged life into a new directed one. I thought it will be a continuous process. I deemed to give it a smooth flow until I will reach what I have aimed. I am almost there. But I stumbled. I failed. My momentum of aiming for orderliness and organized life has been disrupted. I failed.
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KAPEtalista

           Ala-una na naman ng madaling araw. Tulog na ang kalakhan ng tao sa Asya pero andito pa rin ako’t dilat na dilat pa rin ang mga mata.

            Kapatid ni batman, pinsan ni drakula, pinaglihi sa aswang, kaibigan ng kuwago, laging kakwentuhan ni kuya tanod na rumoronda, tagatangkilik ng isang pitsel na kape sa isang upuan – in short, nocturnal!
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Bilin kay Bunso

 Huwag ka sanang magtampo kung hindi ako ang unang nagturo sa iyo

Tunay kasing hindi ko nasilayan ang unang letra’t mga linyang gawa mo

Ni hindi ko narinig ang unang bigkas mo sa salitang siyang una mong binasa

At ang unang himig na siyang una mong kinanta.

Pasensya na sa mga pagkukulang ko bilang ate mo

Sana’y maintindihan mo ang dahilan ng hindi ko paglagi sa bahay

Ang kawalan ko ng panahon upang makipagtawana’t makipaglaro

Sapagkat ako’y abala sa paghahanda sa mundong sa iyo’y aking ipapasa.

Saka na ang pasalubong kong tsokolate

Saka na ang ipinapabili mong laruan

Saka na ang pangarap nating matayog na bahay

Ang pagtuon ng panahon sa sistemang ating kinapapalooban ang mas mahalaga.

Sana’y maintindihan mo ang ate mo, bunso

Ako lama’y naghahangad ng mas magandang kinabukasan para sa ‘yo

Lagi man akong wala, nasa malayo

Ikaw ang dahilan ng lahat ng aking sakripisyo.

Scribe’s Crave

            Sometimes, I feel that writing just for the self-interest of expression is absurdity. You just write and write, just making a selfish art in which you are the only one who can understand it; just wasting you’re time for a trash since recession would still remain after you have come up with your write-up out of your extreme emotion.

            Not until my world as a writer grew.
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The War At Home

Chip Tsao’s Allegedly Racist Article

This article was originally posted on HK Magazine but was taken down due to controversy. Indolent Indio publishes it here in full for archiving purposes. All rights belong to their original copyright holders.

The War At Home

The Russians sank a Hong Kong freighter last month, killing the seven Chinese seamen on board. We can live with that—Lenin and Stalin were once the ideological mentors of all Chinese people. The Japanese planted a flag on Diàoyú Island. That’s no big problem—we Hong Kong Chinese love Japanese cartoons, Hello Kitty, and shopping in Shinjuku, let alone our round-the-clock obsession with karaoke.

But hold on—even the Filipinos? Manila has just claimed sovereignty over the scattered rocks in the South China Sea called the Spratly Islands, complete with a blatant threat from its congress to send gunboats to the South China Sea to defend the islands from China if necessary. This is beyond reproach. The reason: there are more than 130,000 Filipina maids working as $3,580-a-month cheap labor in Hong Kong. As a nation of servants, you don’t flex your muscles at your master, from whom you earn most of your bread and butter.

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Keeping Track of Swine Flu

How many times have we all heard in the last few weeks of continual swine flu news: WASH YOUR HANDS? Even U.S. President Obama told Americans to wash their hands. This seems to be the number one preventative action. What’s really frightening is the fact that the chances are only 50-50 that the doctor treating Americans in the hospital has washed his hands. It’s hard to believe, but the odds are the same as flipping a coin. Actually, it’s worse. According to the U.S. National Quality Forum, hand-washing compliance rates at hospitals are generally LESS THAN 50 percent. The Quality Forum says it is a problem in other countries also — Great Britain, Canadan and Australian media have reported this problem in their countries.

Hospitals are desperate to get doctors to simply wash their hands and are taking extraordinary means to try and influence them — including termination of employment and hidden cameras. Ethic Soup blog has an excellent article on this at:

http://www.ethicsoup.com/2009/01/dont-kill-me-doctor-wash-your-hands.html

Doctors who won’t wash their hands were a problem BEFORE the current swine flu epidemic! I think it’s a good idea when seeing a doctor today to ask if they’ve washed their hands before touching you.