Aboitiz Summer Outing 2007
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The election is over. It’s time to examine and explain my participation in it to both skeptics and sympathizers alike.
I gave up a flourishing medical practice in America, joined
Kapatiran and ran for the Senate because I wanted not merely to prove a
point, but to live by it.
And the point is this: we can change our country, help our people –
not by talking or theorizing but by actually doing something about it.
One cannot simply make a statement. He must apply it in his life by
example, by involvement, by action. Our political campaign was such a
statement.
Did we succeed? We did not get enough votes for a seat in the
Senate. But we did get the attention of the electorate and, more
importantly, we made people aware of alternative solutions, better
political options.
We demonstrated that it is possible to conduct an open, honest, vigorous campaign on programs, not personalities.
We showed that there is no need for false promises, political
gimmickry, immoderate spending; but that there is a need for continuing
communication, defending and justifying our positions and priorities.
Our fundamental premise is this: Politics is not a means of
livelihood. It is not an economic investment that will pay off in
future material gain. Politics is a way of giving, of sharing, of
helping. It is not soliciting support but providing it. It is not about
rendering service in the Senate when elected, but rendering service
now, in the present, in this time and place, in one's capacity as a
candidate, a citizen, a Filipino of compassion.
If we have redefined politics in the Philippines even in a small,
tentative way, then we have been fully recompensed for our efforts. The
accomplishments of our greatest heroes cannot be judged in the
simplistic terms of triumph or defeat. Like Burgos, Gomez and Zamora,
the Kapatiran candidates won no instant victory. But they achieved a
beginning, advanced the cause for reform, and awakened a hope that such
reform is possible.
A personal note of accountability: We received donations from many
sectors of society. Added to our own private contribution to the
campaign, the total amount exceeded our modest campaign expenses. The
balance we shall turn over to Gawad Kalinga in accordance with our
conviction that politics is not an enterprise for profit.
Finally I wish to extend my sincere appreciation to all the men and
women of goodwill who stand with us in the common belief in a Filipino
future.
Maraming salamat sa inyong lahat.
Martin D. Bautista, MD
forwarded by Rachelle C. Garcia (cheegarcia@gmail.com)
MANILA,
Philippines -- My luck has run out. For the first time in my university
life, I have flunked a subject. Fluid Mechanics should have been a
cinch, given the other tougher subjects I was able to pass during my
five years in the university. But taking the subject lightly proved too
costly for me. Not only did it blemish my transcript, it was also a
blow to my ego since most students get grades of 1 in the subject with
minimal effort.
Enrolling in the summer class was the obvious remedy. However, I
already had given my word that I would volunteer in a social outreach
program in Davao during the summer vacation. I just hoped I made the
right choice to honor my commitment.
It was the first time I stayed in a far-flung “barangay”
[neighborhood district] of Davao City. The place is a typical barrio
where farm animals roam freely and houses are built far apart. I was
with a group of three teachers and 13 college students who stayed there
for two weeks. Our task involved conducting academic tutorials, holding
leadership seminars for the youth, assisting a medical mission,
organizing a sports fest and laying a 650-meter-long pipe from the
water source to the barangay hall.
We thought that our main objective of laying pipes would be “as easy
as laying eggs,” as one student volunteer had joked. But we city
dwellers were dead wrong. Digging proved to be an arduous task
especially since most of us were doing it for the first time and many
of us didn’t even know how to handle a spade. The scorching summer heat
aggravated the situation. It was so hot that a mere ice candy tasted as
delicious as a Roman gelato.
In digging the soil, we came to know not only the nature of manual
work but also the difficulty encountered by people who construct roads
or lay down water pipes or wait on us while we eat or those who try to
keep our streets clean, etc. Doing their kind of work, I learned to
appreciate them more. It made me resolve to be patient when I can’t
have my way with them. It made me realize that they are not supermen
who can do anything we want them to do.
We got to know the members of the families we were helping. One was
Mang Edwin who has three children with his wife of 12 years. They live
in a house that is just big enough for an SUV to fit in.
Their apparent poverty didn’t keep them from sharing their joy when
we visited them. From their hospitality and engaging stories, we got
the impression that they feel more fulfilled than other well-off
families who live empty, materialistic lives. Their only wish is that
their children will be able to finish their education and grow up as
upright citizens.
Idealism rushed through my veins while I was conversing with Mang
Edwin and his family. I wished I could do more than lay pipes for their
barangay. I felt helpless. I could do little more than cheer them up
for a few minutes of the day. But my encounter with them made me more
grateful for the things I have and inspired me to think of ways I could
help them.
After reflecting on the situation, I realized that there was
something I could do to help alleviate their condition: I could do it
by voting prudently. In our society where most politicians become lords
instead of public servants once they get elected, the poor are the most
powerless. Their requests usually fall on deaf ears. It is therefore
every citizen’s responsibility to elect someone who will take up the
causes of the poor.
In one conference that I attended, a former governor revealed that
he had once been offered at least a million pesos every month simply
because of his position. The proposition was very tempting but he said
he never accepted the offer.
I can’t imagine too many of our government officials rejecting
similar offers. No wonder, many of them think every government post is
worth dying for despite the meager salary it brings.
There is only one characteristic that I look for in a candidate for
public office: his willingness to sacrifice. Latin honors, professional
competence and immense popularity are of no use in public service if an
official will pursue his own personal interests. I would rather have
someone who is willing to make enemies rather than make compromises
that do not promote the public interest. The candidates who are worthy
of support are those who have the fortitude to pursue the common good
even if it means inconvenience, struggle or even sacrifices on their
part and who work for the public interest and not their personal glory.
We volunteered to help Mang Edwin’s barangay but in the end we were
the ones who benefited most. Not only were we offered after a hard
day’s work the best coconut I have ever tasted, but our stay with the
rural folks also taught us things we could have not learned inside a
classroom or through mere observation alone. The experience changed my
perspective on life and the way we choose our leaders. I used to think
that my one vote would be too insignificant to have an effect on the
outcome of the election and that it didn’t matter who won since their
action or lack of it would not affect my life. But now, I consider my
one vote precious for it could help provide a glimmer of hope to people
like Mang Edwin.
I believe I made the right choice in volunteering for community work
in Mang Edwin’s barangay. And I hope every voter will choose his
candidates like I do in every election.
Mark Anthony S. Goroy, 22, is a fifth-year Bachelor of
Science Industrial Engineering student at the University of the
Philippines in Diliman, Quezon City.
Copyright 2007 Inquirer. All rights reserved. This material may not be
published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.
Narito ang overnight
ratings ng mga programa ng GMA 7 at ABS-CBN 2 noong LINGGO
(Mayo 13):
SOP% 16.1 vs. ASAP 15.6% at
Your Song 11.7%;
Magic Kamison 13.4% vs.
Lovespell 12.4%;
Showbiz Central 14% vs. The
Buzz 16.2% at TV Patrol Linggo 14.4%;
Mga Kuwento ni Lola Basyang
16.4% vs. Goin’ Bulilit 15.2%;
24 Oras 20.1% vs. Rated K
17%;
Philippine Agenda 21.9% at
Mel and Joey 20.3% vs. Sharon 14.2%;
All Star K 17.1% vs. Pinoy
Big Brother 18.2%;
Daddy Di Do Du 15.4% vs.
Halalan 2007 7.8%.
LUNES (Mayo 14):
Eleksyon 2007 10.3% vs.
Halalan 2007 7.9%;
Eat Bulaga 20.2% vs.
Wowowee 21.2% at Game Ka Na Ba 18%;
Eleksyon 2007 15.3% vs.
Halalan 2007 11.5%;
24 Oras 29.8% vs. TV Patrol
World 24.9%;
Asian Treasures 30.1% vs.
Maria Flordeluna 26.2% at Walang Kapalit 25%;
Super Twins 30.9% vs.
Maging Sino Ka Man 22%;
Lupin 30.4% vs. Rounin
18.9%;
Jumong 23.8% vs. Pinoy Big
Brother 19.4%;
Who’s Your Daddy Now
12.6% vs. Bandila 10.1%.
MARTES (Mayo 15):
Eleksyon 2007 8.6% vs.
Halalan 2007 8.2% at Game Ka Na Ba 17.7%;
Eat Bulaga 18.7% vs.
Wowowee 20.9%;
Daisy Siete 18.9% vs.
Inocente De Ti 10.9%;
Muli 16.3% at Sinenovela
14.7% vs. Kapamilya Cinema 12.4%;
Love Truly 12% vs. Pangako
Sa Yo 8.2%;
Hana Yori Dango 15.6% vs.
Sineserye 12.6%;
24 Oras 29% vs. TV Patrol
23.2%;
Asian Treasures 31.4% vs.
Maria Flordeluna 25.1% at Walang Kapalit 21.9%;
Super Twins 33% vs. Maging
Sino Ka Man 22.8%;
Lupin 32.8% vs. Rounin
17.1%;
Jumong 24.8% vs. Pinoy Big
Brother 22.1%;
Bahay Mo Ba ‘To 15.3% vs.
Bandila 11.6%.
Sa The Buzz lang nagsalita si Ruffa, kaya mataas ito na may rating na 16.2% at sinundan ng Startalk (15.6%) at Showbiz Central (14%).
Narito ang overnight ratings ng mga programa ng GMA 7 at ABS CBN 2 noong BIYERNES: (Mayo 11):
SiS 9% vs. Homeboy 8.2%;
Love in Heaven 12% vs. Game Ka Na Ba 19.1%;
Eat Bulaga 19.8% vs. Wowowee 22%;
Daisy Siete 17.6% vs. Inocente De Ti 13.4%;
Muli 16.8% at Sinenovela 14.6% vs. Kapamilya Cinema 14.3%;
Love Truly 12.5% vs. Pangako sa 'Yo 9.8%;
Hana Yori Dango 18% vs. Sineserye 14%;
24 Oras 26.5% vs. TV Patrol World 23.8%;
Asian Treasures 28.2% vs. Maria Flordeluna 25.1% at Walang Kapalit 24.4%;
Super Twins 26.1% vs. Maging Sino Ka Man 23.2% at Rounin 18.9%;
Lupin 31.3% vs. Maalaala Mo Kaya 25.3%;
Jumong 25.9% at Bubble Gang 14% vs. Pinoy Big Brother 19% at Bandila 8.9%.
SABADO (Mayo 12):
Takeshi's Castle 12.9% vs. Game Ka Na Ba 14.4%;
Eat Bulaga 19.7% vs. Wowowee 22.5%;
Startalk 15.6% vs. Nagmamahal Kapamilya 14.3%, Let's Go 9.6% at Star Magic Presents 10.6%;
Wish Ko Lang 15.3% vs. Little Big Superstar 12.2%; Fantastikman 12.2% vs. Komiks 18.3%;
Bitoy's Funniest Video 23.4% vs. John En Shirley 14.2%;
24 Oras 23.4% vs. TV Patrol 19.4%;
Pinoy Pop Superstar 17.6% vs. XXX 24.5%;
Kapuso Mo Jessica Soho 20.6% vs. Pinoy Big Brother 20%;
Imbestigador 17.1% vs. Bumoto Kami Noon, Boboto Ba Kayo Ngayon 7.8%;
Hokus Pokus 9.5% vs. Sports Unlimited 3.9%.
MANILA, Philippines -- My mother was up early that Sunday morning cooking food for 30 people. She had celebrated her birthday a few days earlier, so the pastor of the small church she and my father were attending requested her to cook lunch for the post-service fellowship. Apparently, that was the pastor's idea of a birthday gift -- a strange one -- but my mother did not seem to mind.
When I woke up, she was well into cooking the first of two viands on her menu, "giniling," or ground pork, potatoes, carrots and raisins stewed in a proudly Filipino combination of 1 part tomato sauce, 10 parts ketchup. The pot was already simmering and the sauce was beginning to thicken as I made my way downstairs, still sleepy but determined to offer my mother some help.
I had been strangely anxious about her latest project. For some unexplained reason, I did not feel that my mother was up to the task. Two nights before, I had badgered her about the lack of a menu. I could see in her eyes that she wasn't bothered by it, and that alarmed me. Cooking for 30 potentially judgmental Baptists wasn't adding a wrinkle to her remarkably smooth 50-something face. She assured me she already had a simple menu planned: giniling, which she was going to cook, and chicken lollipops, ordered from her caterer-friend.
The fact that she was going to cook only one viand eased my discomfort somewhat. Until the next day, when she announced that her friend was out of town. It meant my mother was going to have to wing the chicken wings.
That was why I was up earlier than usual that morning, ready to be the wind beneath her wings. But my mother was already flying high all by herself. She had everything under control; there was no need for wind. The robust, meaty smell that greeted my nose as I went into the kitchen told me the giniling was going to be a hit. The chicken wings were already breaded and waiting for the oil to heat, and the rice was already cooked white and fluffy. All I had to do was make the "sawsawan" [sauce] for the chicken, which I did with much gladness and no small amount of relief.
An hour later, the wings were fried and arranged on a large serving dish. There was even an extra plateful. My mother had cooked as if a great famine was going to sweep across the land. She had pulled through. Without breaking into much of a sweat, she was able to cook enough food for 30 Baptists, with something extra for her family.
So instead of helping my mother, what I did was become a kid again, sitting in the kitchen, greasing up my mouth and fingers with my mom's crispy, crunchy chicken lollipops. All the while, I gushed to my sister about what a culinary genius our mom was. "She didn't need my help," I crowed. "She did it all by herself." I sounded not unlike mothers who are seeing their babies walk unaided for the first time.
Later, I would find out from my father that the Baptists also loved the food. All judgments were positive, all comments glowing.
As I sat at the table, licking my chicken-flavored fingers, chicken bones littering the space in front of me, I wondered why I ever doubted my mother's skill and panache. It's not like cooking for 30 Baptists was the hardest thing she had ever done in her life. Yet, somehow, I had forgotten the various feats of parenting she had performed to raise three willful, independent, slightly smart, and therefore considerably condescending daughters. This was my mother who, among other things taught us the difference between the "p" and the "f" sounds (a difficulty for many Filipinos), cooked the best chicken macaroni "sopas" [soup], and even made ham and "tocino" [sweetened red meat] herself instead of buying them in the market.
When I was younger, such doubts would never have entered my mind. My heart would have told my mind to believe and my mind would have done so. But I am not as young as I used to be. I carry inside me almost three decades' worth of questions and the illusion that at least some of these have answers. The thing with asking questions, though, is that it requires an admission of the temporality of suppositions. What we believe today flies in the face of what we held true yesterday. Certainty is a ship with holes trying, nevertheless, to stay afloat in a sea of ambiguity.
It is not that I know more than I did when I was younger. It is that I doubt more and, therefore, believe less. In the case of my mother, it had been a long time since I took her word without checking with other sources. Like all children, I started out believing firmly that there wasn't much she couldn't do. Not that I thought she was perfect, but I never thought she was imperfect. Her imperfections existed, yes, but they did so outside of my mind and, therefore, they never crossed it. The end result was the same: my mother, as with all mothers, might as well have been perfect. Her word always seemed final.
But like all children, I got older and started to grow my own mind. The illusion of maternal perfection gradually dissolved to reveal my mother as just another flawed human like myself, and her word as just another hypothesis to be tested.
There are times when I wonder how it must be like to be a mother. (I am not one, and I probably won't be for a while.) What I imagine is that motherhood is an exercise in heartbreak. Human development proceeds from a state of relative ignorance and innocence to one of (at least ostensible) knowledge and awareness. It is the gradual replacement of wonder with unbelief, awe with indifference. The heart thrives on people's ability to be pleased. We begin our lives with this ability but we lose it steadily as we learn more, know more. Knowledge is power, the power to be fastidious. And the fastidious mind breaks hearts.
To be a mother, then, is to be the object of opinions that are bound to change. The evolution of Mother, from the child's changing perspective, is from one who can do no wrong to one who can do no right. From supreme repository of all worldly knowledge to hack who knows nothing about Me and the Stuff I Am Going Through. Motherhood, I realize, is an inevitable fall from grace.
And yet, watching my mother work her culinary magic that Sunday, I also realized that evolution does not preclude reverting to earlier ways of seeing and believing -- at least for a while. Maybe magic exists outside the natural imperative to grow up and to mature. Maybe the fastidious mind can still open itself up a little -- and be pleased, after all.
That Sunday morning, I saw my mother again through younger, easily pleased eyes. That Sunday morning, my mom could do no wrong. She did everything crispy, crunchy perfect. Just like she used to, when I believed more and doubted less, when my knowledge of her was still pure, untainted by my knowledge of anything else.
Divine Love A. Salvador, 28, is a freelance writer/editor and a doctoral student in Clinical Psychology at the University of the Philippines, Diliman.
Copyright 2007 Inquirer. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.
Narito ang overnight
ratings ng mga programa ng GMA 7 at ABS-CBN 2 noong
HUWEBES (Mayo 10):
SiS 10.9% vs. Homeboy
11.4%;
Love in Heaven 12% vs.
Game Ka Na Ba 18.3%;
Eat Bulaga 21.9% vs.
Wowowee 23.6%;
Daisy Siete 18.8% vs.
Inocente De Ti 13.1%;
Muli 15.5% at Sinenovela
14.2% vs. Kapamilya Cinema 14.4%;
Love Truly 12.2% vs.
Pangako sa ‘Yo 11%;
Hana Yori Dango 20.4% vs.
Sineserye 15.4%;
24 Oras 27.6% vs. TV
Patrol World 23.5%;
Asian Treasures
32.1% vs. Maria Flordeluna 26.1% at Walang Kapalit 26.7%;
Super Twins 31.3% vs.
Maging Sino Ka Man 25.3%;
Lupin 32% vs. Rounin
21.4%;
Jumong 26.6% vs.
Pinoy Big Brother 19.5%;
Magpakailanman 16.3% vs.
Bandila 10.8%.
My nephew during their recognition. Top 10 in their class
MANILA, Philippines -- It was a rainy Friday, when I first met him. The glass windows of our office were rattling as strong winds blew and the rain sloshed angrily on the glass. He walked into the room where we were chatting impatiently while waiting for their group to arrive.
He was a ray of sunshine on that stormy day. He was smiling his cheery smile, his dimpled cheeks so enticingly romantic that I couldn't take my eyes off him. He had an aura of intelligence so very rare among the men I usually deal with. And when he approached to introduce himself to us, I knew I had already fallen for him.
When he repeated my name, he looked deep into my eyes and seemed to probe the very depths of my being. I could almost feel him exploring the corners of my mind and I shivered with the sudden awareness.
We shook hands. His were warm and dry while mine were cold and clammy. I couldn't bring myself to look again into his eyes because I was so sure he'd see how I felt. My eyes have always been expressive and I couldn't take the chance of him catching a glimpse of the turmoil inside me.
The next day, I broke up with Leo, my boyfriend of two years. I was so sure of how I felt for the other guy. My feelings for Leo paled in comparison to what I felt for him.
The breakup was not a pleasant one. Leo didn't take it calmly, which was what I expected since we already had many plans for our future together. But I was sure of my decision. I knew what I wanted and I knew who I wanted to be with. And it was not Leo.
After that, things started to develop into something more between the other guy and me. He would often look up from his table at the office and stare unknowingly at me. I would catch him watching me walk from one end of the office to another. I would feel his eyes watch my lips move whenever I spoke on the phone near his table.
Whenever he spoke to me, he would insert personal questions entirely unrelated to our topic of conversation. He wanted to know what my plans were. He wanted to know my dreams no matter how small they seemed. He wanted to know what made me happy and what made me sad. He made it his business to know my future plans and my heart's desires for reasons that were not fully clear to me then. I did not ask why he was so interested; I was sure I knew the answer.
My days were filled with stolen glimpses of him, too. I watched him speak to applicants for jobs in our company. I listened to his questions and explanations and marveled every time at the intelligence behind them. I watched him soothe the feelings of those who did not pass the rigid interviews and I wished so many times that it was me he was comforting.
My nights were no better than my days. I would think of him endlessly and could hardly sleep. I would cry hot tears of longing and in the morning, I would pretend as if nothing happened.
I knew that he knew how I felt. Our glances were unmistakable. It was hell waiting for him to come to me first and confess his feelings. It was torture having him near when I couldn't express fully what I felt inside. But it made me feel alive. It made me realize that I was still human, capable of loving deeply and of being hurt immensely.
It was also on a rainy Friday when everything came apart for me. That day, his wife and son came to our office to fetch him.
I almost fainted in surprise and dismay when I realized that he already had his little family. I didn't know. My feelings for him left no space for the thought that he might not be free to love another. In the little imaginary world I had created for us, there was no one else but him and me.
I let go completely after that, painfully turning down his tempting offer of an extra-marital affair. It's not that I didn't want him, it was more because I cared for him too much to let him ruin his family life. I couldn't hold on anymore, anyway. There was so much he didn't say, so much he had left unknown. The thread that bound him and me was so thin and flimsy. As e.e. cummings once wrote, "Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands."
Adelette H. de la Paz, 28, is a recruitment coordinator at a private firm.
Copyright 2007 Inquirer. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.
Narito ang overnight
ratings ng mga programa ng GMA 7 at ABS-CBN 2 noong LINGGO
(Mayo 6):
SOP 10.9% vs. ASAP 14.3%;
Magic Kamison 12.6% vs.
Love Spell 10%;
Showbiz Central 8.5% vs.
The Buzz 15.2%;
Mga Kuwento ni Lola Basyang
9.3% vs. TV Patrol Linggo 22.3%;
Philippine Agenda 14% vs.
Goin’ Bulilit 22.9%;
Mel and Joey 17.6% vs.
Rated K 21%;
All Star K 18.2% vs. Sharon
13.4%;
Daddy Di Do Du 13.5% vs.
Pinoy Big Brother 19.7%;
Isang Tanong 17.6% vs.
Sunday’s Best 7.8%.
LUNES (Mayo 7):
SiS 10.9% vs. Homeboy 8.3%;
LIH 10.9 vs. Game Ka Na Ba
18.3;
Eat Bulaga 19.1 vs. Wowowee
19.5;
Daisy Siete 15.9 vs.
Inocente De Ti 13.9;
Muli 13.1 at Sinenovela
13.3 vs. Kapamilya Cinema 11.9;
Love Truly 12 vs. Pangako
sa ‘Yo 9.7;
Hana Yori Dango 19.1 vs.
Sineserye 13.4;
24 Oras 26.3 vs. TV Patrol
World 23.5;
Asian Treasures 27.1 vs.
Maria Flordeluna 25.8 at Walang Kapalit 26.1;
Super Twins 26.2 vs. Maging
Sino Ka Man 26.9;
Lupin 31.9 vs. Rounin 19.8;
Jumong 26.5 vs. Pinoy Big
Brother 19.5;
Who’s Your Daddy Now 14.3
vs. Bandila 8.5.
Article Ii, Section 26 of the 1987 Constitution states very clearly that "the State shall guarantee equal access to opportunities for public service, and prohibit political dynasties as may be defined by law." But it does not say what it means by "political dynasty." House Bill 5925 defines it as "the concentration, consolidation or perpetuation of public office and political power by persons related to one another," which is fair enough for me.
But without an enabling law, the intent of the Constitution is not being followed. But what is the violation if there is no law yet? Who says the family of a town mayor, who happens to be the brother of a congressman and a councilor and the father of the Sangguniang Kabataan [Youth Council] president, is violating the Constitution for establishing a political dynasty? Who will argue that a mayor seeking the gubernatorial post and fielding his wife for mayor is building a political dynasty? No one, because the term has not been given a legal definition.
In the meantime, why forbid someone, who is a Filipino citizen, of legal age and able to read and write, from running for public office? What happens to "equal access to opportunity for public service" if some people are disallowed from running?
On the other hand, the presence of ruling families in some places discourages the entry of new politicians and limits the opportunity to hold public office to members of the dominant families. No one would bother to make the necessary physical, emotional, mental and financial investments during election campaigns when winning is a very remote possibility. Under the present conditions, and especially in local politics, people tend to vote for those who have become household names in their localities, have experience and, of course, the resources. The ruling families have all these.
Many officials argue that there is nothing wrong with political dynasties. In fact, they facilitate the delivery of services. For instance, a mayor would not have any problem asking for funds to set his livelihood projects from a congressman who happens to be his brother. Likewise, the mayors who supported the governor would get livelihood, health or infrastructure projects from the Office of the Governor.
But while they may facilitate the delivery of services to their own localities -- and not every town or city -- political dynasties actually monopolize the resources of local government units or, worse, the local government units (LGUs) themselves. Ruling families are not likely to give priority to a livelihood project proposed by a councilor belonging to the minority, and the end result is the chances for reelection of the councilor are greatly diminished. On the other hand, the members of the ruling families (who make it a point announce their projects with giant streamers) can easily win election further strengthening the family's political foundation.
Members of these ruling families try to justify their monopoly on power by saying it is the people who decide to keep them in power through their votes. People vote for the candidates who possess qualities that could improve the quality of the voters' lives. It's not illegal to run for public positions because members of the ruling families are qualified. It's not illegal either if they are elected since the people gave their consent to be administered by ruling families.
But what they are really saying is that they deserve to monopolize government posts because theirs is a "family of leaders." A mayor, a congressman, a governor, a councilor and an SK president, belonging to one family are not members of a political dynasty. Instead, they are the hope, the heroes and the champion of good leadership to whom the people have entrusted their own lives. Ruling families are the messiahs who are willing to face the endless problems of their localities and rescue their constituents from poverty and improve their localities by building roads, schools, hospitals, etc.
The Philippines is so blessed to have so many messiahs. We have been fortunate to have ruling families whose members have the highly desired leadership skills. All the members of the ruling families are born leaders, and that is why they dominate the political arena.
The people are truly wise to have elected the members of such heroic families. They have put the members of such families on a pedestal and elected them to different positions, convinced that candidates belonging to the same family have similar qualities. If a mayor is good, his wife or a brother must be good as well.
Unfortunately the messiahs that the Filipinos have been waiting for do not belong to these "families of leaders" which have been occupying different elective posts. What we have are simply relatives who have been bequeathed power by the mayor, the governor or the congressman. They are merely the parts of a chain of a political dynasty.
In the next election, just as in previous ones, most candidates, especially for seats in the House of Representatives, are members of political dynasties. Some of them have really contributed to their localities, but most are merely part of a chain. They will win if Filipinos agree to continue to be represented by ruling families. But if the voters say they have had enough of such families, the members of ruling families won't win.
That decision lies in the hands of the voters. And I hope that our voters will choose candidates not because they are members of family dynasties but because they have the competence and the integrity to govern their localities or represent them in Congress.
Eugenio Antonio E. Dig, 20, is a Bachelor of Arts in Public Administration graduate from the University of the Philippines, Diliman.
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Narito ang overnight ratings ng mga
programa ng GMA 7 at ABS-CBN 2 noong BIYERNES
(Mayo 4):
SiS 9.3% vs. Homeboy 8%;
My Strange Family 13.4% vs.
Game Ka Na Ba 15.6%;
Eat Bulaga 22.9% vs.
Wowowee 20%;
Daisy Siete 18.1% vs.
Inocente De Ti 13.3%;
Muli 16% at Sinenovela
12.2% vs. Kapamilya Cinema 11.5%;
Love Truly 11.9% vs.
Pangako sa ‘Yo 6.9%;
Hana Yori Dango 18.5% vs.
Sineserye 11.9%;
24 Oras 26.3% vs. TV Patrol
World 21.4%;
Asian Treasures 30% vs.
Maria Flordeluna 22.5% at Walang Kapalit 23.8%;
Super Twins 30.8% vs.
Maging Sino Ka Man 22.8% at Rounin 18.7%;
Lupin 33.5% vs. Maalaala Mo
Kaya 18.2%;
Jumong 28.4% at Bubble Gang
15.6% vs. Pinoy Big Brother 16.3% at Bandila 9.2%.
SABADO (Mayo 5):
Takeshi’s Castle 13% vs.
Game Ka Na Ba 15%;
Eat Bulaga 23.2% vs.
Wowowee 22.5%;
Startalk 15.1% vs.
Nagmamahal Kapamilya 12.6%, Let’s Go 9.9% at Star Magic Presents 11.4%;
Wish Ko Lang 12.2% vs.
Little Big Superstar 10.9%;
Bitoy’s Funniest Video
17% vs. Komiks 20.2%;
Fantastikman 18.4% vs. John
En Shirley 22.9%;
Pinoy Pop Superstar 17.6%
vs. TV Patrol Sabado 22%;
Kapuso Mo Jessica Soho
25.4% vs. XXX 25%;
Imbestigador 24.1% vs.
Pinoy Big Brother 24.6%;
Hokus Pokus 12.7% vs. Aalog
Alog 12.7%;
Sine Totoo 10.2% vs. Dela
Hoya-Mayweather Primer 5.3%.
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MANILA, Philippines -- As I write, my beloved sleeps soundly beside me in bed, snoring softly. I dare not move lest he wake up and see me just staring at him. I confess that this is my latest addiction: just gazing at his well-sculpted face, infinitely thankful to heaven for this gift. And that's exactly what he is, a gift, which I never really asked for but whom God gave to me at a time in my life when "the rubber met the road."
I've been in Canada for three months now. My sole purpose was to visit my mom, who was diagnosed with cancer of the brain last October 2006. She underwent radiation therapy even as dozens of kinfolk joined us in prayer as we fought the good fight of faith. Everything that happened was a "touching heaven and changing earth" experience for us. Time froze and our heartbeats were suspended as we waited for the result of her final CT scan. Did the radiation work? If not, a much more delicate brain surgery would be considered but the risks were great. My mom was 62 and she had begged not to be operated on since she had had her fill of seven operations.
But our God is good. He granted her a miracle. The oncologist after looking at the results of her latest CT scan said: "It was fabulous, Perla, absolutely nothing was seen in your brain anymore." That was the one piece of good news our family needed to be able to breathe freely again.
God is also a God of wonders. As if one miracle wasn't enough, He gave me him -- an assignment, a riddle, an answer to some of life's most troubling questions. God gave him to me at a time when I wasn't even sure I was ready for such a commitment. But the commitment resounded more like a call, a summons. And the call became a religion.
Day in and day out, he was almost always in my arms. I fed him, took care of him, and loved him as my own. In turn, he taught me how to "love completely without complete understanding."
He is my eldest sister's son, Jes. For more than a month now, I've been taking care of him. It's either her sickness, her older son's sickness or household chores that keeps her from being able to look after three-month-old Jes, though it breaks her maternal heart to ask me to serve as surrogate mother for a while.
At first, I wasn't sure if I could handle him and how I would do it. But since there was no one else around, I stayed and took up the challenge.
At age 29, I know very little about motherhood, so there was much silent resistance inside when it was first suggested. Back in the Philippines, I had psyched myself up for a battle with cancer and to rescue from its deadly snare, but I wasn't prepared for Jes. Surprisingly, however, we were able to make a good team. As I tried to learn the basics of motherhood, he somehow showed me how much of a baby I am especially with regard to my being a Christian.
When he wakes up and screams for milk earlier than his schedule (the doctor says babies shouldn't be overfed and should have an interval of two to three hour between feedings), I realize my own impatience when it comes to asking God about the things I want and that having them prematurely would really do me no good. When he keeps silent and doesn't want to be disturbed in his sleep even when he has already soiled his diaper, I think of God shaking His head in displeasure as He sees us enduring filth so we can continue to enjoy our small pleasures (and we wouldn't even cry out to Him to cleanse us). When he cries so hard for anything like milk or because of gas pain or a wet diaper (and he does it all the time), I feel so ashamed for being such a whiner, even if I know that He will always be there to pick me up.
Jes came at a time when "the rubber met the road" for me: My mother is recovering from cancer, I am jobless and homesick in Canada, and I'm 29 and almost in panic since my personal goals don't seem to be anywhere within my reach. But I believe that God used him to make me come to my senses and to tell me to let Jesus take the wheel again.
I thank God for my beloved, who continues to sleep soundly, still snoring softly. I thank God for simply teaching me the gospel according to Jes.
Mary Concepcion Sison, 29, is a graduate of the University of Philippines in Diliman with a Bachelor of Arts in Psychology degree.
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