About the author- litigation lawyer in telecoms, taxation, criminal, labor, appellate, family law and corporate; a radio broadcaster, speaker, author a husband, a father, advocate for consumers, for justice www.angkapatiran.org and a sinner who wants to
be a saint. hilman1108@yahoo.com
As I sit here in my retirement home reminiscing about thoughts of years gone by,
I hope you listen to what I’m about to say, and this is the reason why.
You see, when I was just a young dad with a family of my own,
I was too blind to see that the things in life that mattered the most,
just one day might be gone.
I was only forty-five years old and had been married most all my life.
I had two teenage children, a lovely home, along with a faithful wife.
But my life became so boring with the same things happening each day.
Sex grew so monotonous, and my lust seemed to just slip away.
My wife, instead of my once lover, became my best friend.
I grew to love her more like a sister, or so I thought back then.
Lustful thoughts began invading my once faithful mind.
My wandering eyes became more wandering, most all the time.
I justified my actions though, for my wife just couldn’t see,
that it was entirely her fault, what was happening to me.
She was always so involved with our young boy and girl,
that she didn’t understand me, nor did she include me in her world.
She was always doing for others and somehow neglecting me.
How could she have been so blind that she couldn’t even see,
what was happening to us.
When I reached out in lust and followed it through,
there was nothing in this world that my wife could do,
for I’d found the “love of my life”,
a one of a kind, or so I thought.
My new wife was a looker, sexy and lean.
To me she was the prettiest girl I’d ever seen.
But shortly after we married she tried to make me over,
and that’s when I knew that the honeymoon was over.
Oh how the years seemed to slowly slip away.
I thought about my first wife and children every day.
I could almost smell the biscuits as I’d crawl out of bed,
but now all that lay beside me was an aging sleepy head.
My first wife is now married to a jewel of a man I’m told.
He spoils her and cherishes her, and now he’s growing old,
with the woman that I love.
My children, when they have time, come around every now and then,
but I can’t help but reminisce what my life just might have been,
if I’d stayed home like I should have.
Now I’m old and all alone, living out my life in an old retirement home.
My second wife died and my children don’t seem to care,
for they are now enjoying the dad who was always there.
Oh, if I could live my live all over again,
I wouldn’t have been as selfish as I’d been back then.
I would now love my wife for being a wonderful mother,
and respect her and cherish her as my only lover.
But all these things just cannot be,
for now it’s just too late for me.
But as for yourself you’d better think twice,
should you ever want to leave your wife.
For some things can never be the same,
and I only have myself to blame.
Now my days are numbered, and I’m still so all alone.
I pray that God forgives me as I sit here all alone,
in my retirement home.
Author: Agatha Weeks
Copyright©2003
Don’t know who wrote this but… ang galing at tumatalab talaga, lalo
na
sa isang kagaya kong Contract Worker. I hope you will forward this
short
story…
Thanks,
Roi Ontiveros
Riyadh, Saudi Arabia
ISTORYANG PUTA…
Tingin ng mga bobong kapitbahay ko puta daw ako .
Nagpapagamit, binabayaran. Sabi nila ako daw ang
pinakamaganda at pinakasikat sa aming lugar noon .
Ang bango-bango ko daw, sariwa at makinis. Di ko
nga alam kung sumpa ito, dahil dito naletse ang
kinabukasan ko .
Halika at makinig ka muna sa kwento ko .
Alam mo, maraming lumapit sa akin, nagkagusto ,
naakit. Sikat ka sa lahat, virgin eh! Tinanggap ko
naman silang tao, bakit kaya nila ako ginago ?
Masakit alalahanin, iniisip ko na lang na kase di
sila taga rito, siguro talagang ganoon. Tatlong
malilibog na foreigners ang namyesta sa katawan ko ,
na-rape daw ako.
Sa tatlong beses akong nagahasa, ang pinakahuli
ang di ko makakalimutan. Parang maski di ko ginusto
ang mga nangyari, hinahanap-hanap ko siya .
Tinulungan nya kasi akong makalimutan yung mga
sadistang Hapon at Kastilaloy. Kase, ibang-iba ang
hagod niya. Umiikot ang mundo ko sa tuwing
ginagamit niya ako. Ibang klase siya mag-sorry ,
lalo pa at kinupkop niya ako at ang mga naging anak ko .
Parating ang dami naming regalo - may chocolates ,
yosi, at ano ka. may datung pa. Nakakabaliw siya ,
alam kong ginagamit nya lang ako pero pagamit naman
ako nang pagamit. Sa kanya namin natutunan
mag-Ingles, di lang magsulat ha! Magbasa pa !
Hanggang ngayon, sa tuwing mabigat ang problema ko ,
siya ang tinatakbuhan ko. ‘Yun nga lang, lahat ng
bagay may kapalit. Nung kinasama ko siya, guminhawa
buhay naming. Sosyal na sosyal kami .
Ewan ko nga ba, akala ko napapamahal na ako sa
yakanAkala ko tuloy-tuloy na kaligayahan namin ,
yun pala unti-unti niya akong pinapatay. P*** ng
I**! Sa dami ng lason na sinaksak niya sa katawan
ko, muntik na akong malaspag. Ang daming nagsabi na
ang tanga tanga ko. Patalsikin ko na daw. Sa
tulong ng mga anak ko, napalayas ko nga ang animal pero
ang hirap magsimula .
Masyado na kaming nasanay sa sarap ng buhay na
naranasan namin sa kanya. Lubog na lubog pa kami sa
utang, kulang ata pati kaluluwa namin para ibayad sa
mga inutang namin .
Sinikap naming lahat maging maganda ang buhay
namin. Ayun, nagsipagpuntahan sa Japan, Hong Kong,
Saudi ang mga anak ko. Yung iba nag-US o Europe. Yung
iba ayaw umalis sa akin. Halos lahat, wala namang silbi ,
masaya daw sa piling ko, maski amoy usok ako .
Sa dami ng mga anak ko na nagsisikap na tulungan
ang kalagayan namin, siya din ang dami ng mga anak
ko na namamantala sa kabuhayan at kayaman na
itinatabi ko para sa punyetang kinabukasan naming
lahat. Dumating ang panahon na di na kami halos
makaahon sa hirap ng buhay. Napakahirap dahil
nasanay na kami sa ginhawa at sarap .
Ang di ko inaakala ay mismong mga anak ko, ang
tuluyang sisira sa akin. Napakasakit tanggapin na
malinlang. Akala ko ay makakakita ako ng magiging
kasama sa buhay sa mga ahas na ipinakilala ng mga
anak ko. Hindi pala. Ang tanga ko talaga. Binugaw ako
ng sarili kong mga anak kapalit ng kwarta at pansamantalang
ginhawa na nais nilang matamasa .
Wala na akong nagawa dahil sa sobrang pagmamahal
NOTE: This posting also appears in my new website, click on: http://thefilipinomind.blogspot.com/
Sentimentality and Naivete
One of our strengths as a people is our capacity to empathize. We Filipinos, just like other humans, form friendships with people of different nationalities and cultures as a result of immigration, travel, work or schooling. However, we unfortunately tend to confuse friendships between individuals and people, and “friendship or special relations” between our country and another, specifically as applied to the so-called “special relations” between the Philippines and the United States. This confusion is a continuously great and disastrous mistake for us as a nation or people. Because no truly independent and self-respecting country defines its socio-economic and political policies -domestic and foreign- on friendship. Its relations with other countries is based on its own national interests.
To hope, to apply and to expect a nation-to-nation relationship as one would expect between personal friends are pure sentimentality and naivete. We feel “utang na loob” (endless and servile gratitude) to the Americans for “granting” us an apparent independence; when all the while the roots and structures of colonialism or more precisely, of neocolonialism were established and embedded in the economic and military agreements, i.e. Bell Trade Act (Parity Rights), US Bases Agreement, etc. imposed on our country as preconditions to the granting of national independence and war reparations.
Throughout our “independent” post-WW2 years, these Agreements have greatly contributed to the deterioration of the national economy and therefrom continued poverty of the majority of the Filipinos. The first occasion for national economic bankruptcy almost came about within 5 years of “independence”. These facts are difficult to appreciate because they are not obvious and overtly blatant [demonstrating the efficiency of neocolonialism]. However, the adverse effects to the Filipino people are the same.
American and Filipino politicians always talk about “US and Philippine Special Relations” most especially when July 4(so-called “Filipino-American Friendship Day”) approaches. Little that we know and appreciate that we are not that special to the USA as a country. Here are a few facts:
After WW2, America completely rehabilitated Japan, its Asian enemy that smacked her hard in Pearl Harbor; while its ever-loving Filipinos, many of whom suffered or died during WW2 for America, were continuously gullible and forced to swallow the Parity Rights and Bases Agreements (among many others) just to get the equivalent of $500 each for war reparations; and the bulk of the reparations money actually went to the local American businesses, the ruling elite, their relatives and friends in the Philippine Congress/Senate.
When, during the late1950’s, President Carlos Garcia pushed for “Filipino First” and imposed foreign-exchange control to help native industrialization and minimize importation of luxury items, American foreign policy-makers helped Diosdado Macapagal defeat Garcia since Macapagal promised to remove the exchange control.
When Marcos imposed martial law to perpetuate his presidency beyond the two-term limits of the Philippine Constitution, America disregarded the “showcase of democracy” in Asia and instead supported Marcos -because he promised to send Filipino troops to Vietnam and let her use the miliitary bases in bombing Vietnam. Filipino politicians continue to practice and show mendicacy by talking brave while having one eye–awaiting approval –at the United States.
No wonder other Asian countries do not respect the Philippines; no wonder American policy-makers do not respect us. Any thinking Filipino who has experienced being in America knows whether a fellow is honest or just bullshitting. Sadly, many Filipinos in the United States, the Philippines and elsewhere still have not learned that all the public relations, in the Philippine or American media, about the Filipinos/the Philippines as having “special relations” with the United States, as being special to America, to put it again in street lingo, is plain bullshit.
Truly independent countries and nationalistic leaderships primarily define their relationships with other nations only in terms of selfish, national interests, i.e. the common good and welfare of its own citizenry. If the national leadership or government does not pursue the common good of its people, it ought to be removed, either peacefully or forcibly. The government has to be of the people, by the people and for the people. We seem to have forgotten this fundamental fact - a government is formed to provide essential needs and welfare to its constituents in society.
“The HISTORY of an oppressed people is hidden in the lies and the agreed myth of its conquerors.” - Meridel Le Sueur, American writer, 1900-1996
“Nations whose NATIONALISM is destroyed are subject to ruin.” - Colonel Muhammar Qaddafi, 1942-, Libyan Political and Military Leader
“We shall be better and braver and less helpless if we think that we ought to enquire, than we should have been if we indulged in the idle fancy that there was no knowing and no use in seeking to know what we do not know…” - SOCRATES
“Upang maitindig natin ang bantayog ng ating lipunan, kailangang radikal nating baguhin hindi lamang ang ating mga institusyon kundi maging ang ating pag-iisip at pamumuhay. Kailangan ang rebolusyon, hindi lamang sa panlabas, kundi lalo na sa panloob!” - Apolinario Mabini La Revolucion Filipina (1898)
- BERT http://thefilipinomind.blogspot.com/
“To read the destiny of a people, it is necessary to open the book of its past” - Dr. Jose Rizal'’.
THIS WAS EMAILED BY KATRINA LEGARDA PLEASE READ AND PASS ON
Sarah
My name is Sarah
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid,
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better,
I wish I weren’t ugly,
Then maybe my Mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can’t speak at all,
I can’t do a wrong
Or else I’m locked up
All the day long.
When I awake I’m all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren’t home.
When my Mommy does come
I’ll try and be nice,
So maybe I’ll get just
One whipping tonight.
Don’t make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie’s Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall.
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I’m so afraid now
I’m starting to cry.
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He’s already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.
“I’m sorry!”, I scream
But its now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor.
My name is Sarah
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.
There are thousands of kids out there just like Sarah.
And you can help.
It sickens me to my soul, and if you just read this and don’t pass it
on I
pray for your forgiveness, cause you would have to be one heartless
person
to not be affected by this email. And because you are affected, do
something
about it!! So all I am asking you to do, is take some time to send this
on
and acknowledge that this stuff does happen, and that people like her
dad do
live in our society, and pray for child abuse to wither out and die,
but
also pray for the safety of our youth.
Please pass this poem on as a Blue Ribbon Against Child Abuse because
as
crazy as it might sound, it might just indirectly change a life. Hey,
you
NEVER know.
Please forward
Explantions
The facts having been set forth, it remains to state the explanations that have been offered. Some physiologists, both Catholics and Free-thinkers, have maintained that the wounds might be produced in a purely natural manner by the sole action of the imagination coupled with lively emotions. The person being keenly impressed by the sufferings of the Saviour and penetrated by a great love, this preoccupation acts on her or him physically, reproducing the wounds of Christ. This would in no wise diminish his or her merit in accepting the trial, but the immediate cause of the phenomena would not be supernatural.
We shall not attempt to solve this question. Physiological science does not appear to be far enough advanced to admit a definite solution, and the writer of this article adopts the intermediate position, which seems to him unassailable, that of showing that the arguments in favour of natural explanations are illusory. They are sometimes arbitrary hypotheses, being equivalent to mere assertions, sometimes arguments based exaggerated or misinterpreted facts. But if the progress of medical sciences and psycho-physiology should present serious objections, it must be remembered that neither religion or mysticism is dependent on the solution of these questions, and that in processes of canonization stigmata do not count as incontestable miracles.
No one has ever claimed that imagination could produce wounds in a normal subject; it is true that this faculty can act slightly on the body, as Benedict XIV said, it may accelerate or retard the nerve-currents, but there is no instance of its action on the tissues (De canoniz., III, xxxiii, n. 31). But with regard to persons in an abnormal condition, such as ecstasy or hypnosis, the question is more difficult; and, despite numerous attempts, hypnotism has not produced very clear results. At most, and in exceedingly rare cases, it has induced exudations or a sweat more or less coloured, but this is a very imperfect imitation. Moreover, no explanation has been offered of three circumstances presented by the stigmata of the saints:
Physicians do not succeed in curing these wounds with remedies. On the other hand, unlike natural wounds of a certain duration, those of stigmatics do not give forth a fetid odour. To this there is known but one exception: St. Rita of Cassia had received on her brow a supernatural wound produced by a thorn detached from the crown of the crucifix. Though this emitted an unbearable odour, there was never any suppuration or morbid alteration of the tissues. Sometimes these wounds give forth perfumes, for example those of Juana of the Cross, Franciscan prioress of Toledo, and Bl. Lucy of Narni. To sum up, there is only one means of proving scientifically that the imagination, that is auto-suggestion, may produce stigmata: instead of hypothesis, analogous facts in the natural order must be produced, namely wounds produced apart from a religious idea. This had not been done.
It has often been proved by the microscope that the red liquid which oozes forth is not blood; its colour is due to a particular substance, and it does not proceed from a wound, but is due, like sweat, to a dilatation of the pores of the skin. But it may be objected that we unduly minimize the power of the imagination, since, joined to an emotion, it can produce sweat; and as the mere idea of having an acid bon-bon in the mouth produces abundant saliva, so, too, the nerves acted upon by the imagination might produce the emission of a liquid and this liquid might be blood. The answer is that in the instances mentioned there are glands (sudoriparous and salivary) which in the normal state emit a special liquid, and it is easy to understand that the imagination may bring about this secretion; but the nerves adjacent to the skin do not terminate in a gland emitting blood, and without such an organ they are powerless to produce the effects in question. What has been said of the stigmatic wounds applies also to the sufferings. There is not a single experimental proof that imagination could produce them, especially in violent forms.
Another explanation of these phenomena is that the patients produce the wounds either fraudulently or during attacks of somnambulism, unconsciously. But physicians have always taken measures to avoid these sources of error, proceeding with great strictness, particularly in modern times. Sometimes the patient has been watched night and day, sometimes the limbs have been enveloped in sealed bandages. Mr. Pierre Janet placed on one foot of a stigmatic a copper shoe with a window in it through which the development of the wound might be watched, while it was impossible for anyone to touch it (op. cit. supra).
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Go to Agdangan Quezon which is four hours away from Quezon City via Antipolo going to Lucena then on to Agdangan which is the narrowest neck of the Philippines in the Quezon area, just 20 kilometers connecting the China sea to the Pacific ocean.
Go to Milestone building, Aurora Blvd every tuesday evenig for the healing mass.
Fr Raul Enriquez is raising funds to build the 120 foot tower which is 12 floors.
as on november 3, 2005 the tower is in the seventh floor with a veranda view of both seas. the interior designer is Aia Halili telefax 632-9410035
www.luminouscrossofgrace.com is their website and listen to the interview of Aia Halili . VISIT THE NEW WEBSITE www.luminouscrossofgrace.org
On December 27, 2005 I together with 53 other pilgrims visited the SANCTUARY OF THE LUMINOUS CROSS OF GRACE in Agdangan.
I was moved by the experience of hearing mass on the seventh floor wherein parishoners of the St Isidro Labrador wherein the sanctuary is being built gathered with us for this noon time mass. We had visitors and supporters coming from New York, North Carolina, California , San Pablo City and Metro Manila. While the mass was going on it rained slightly and most of us had no umbrellas,. None of us got sick.
I thank God for btringing us there and back safely passing through Lucena City, Pagbilao, Padre Burgos towns and finally Agdangan. Amen
attysison2020@yahoo.com
Today I listened to Atty Michael Gurfinkel explain the rights of Amerasians in going to the United States. Unfortunately for the 50,000 documented Amerasians, they had to be acknowledged by their American citizen fathers while the child is still a minor or before the age of 18.
For the Amerasians who are not gainfully employed, endeavor to be trained in computers like software design, website design, autocad, spreadsheet, software development as these professions pay good money as to lift them out to poverty . I hope groups like BUKLOD from Olongapo city give this option serious thought as your kids can earn good money for every web page and every software developed.
My daughter syas a six week trining in web design is sufficient to get started.
ATTYSISON2020@YAHOO.COM
