All Things and Sundry

I ASKED a friend to tell me if I’m in love because I was feeling a little jolly right now with someone. But before she could hear about my pleadings, she referred me to first read this part of the Bible 1 Corinthians 13:4-8.

Here it goes:

“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails…”

Then she told me to replace the word LOVE with my name.

So this is how it went:

Ysrael is patient, Ysrael is kind. Ysrael does not envy, Ysrael does not boast, Ysrael is not proud. Ysrael is not rude, Ysrael is not self-seeking, Ysrael is not easily angered, Ysrael keeps no record of wrongs. Ysrael does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. Ysrael always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Ysrael never fails…

And then I told her to forget what I was about to say.

WELL I’VE heard enough about what she really did during the last polls. i deem it necessary to hear only here side because she’s the one involved.

i guess it came from the horse’s mouth (my sorry to the horses). she should be given her day to say sorry. and i guess that what she did that night when she first spoke about the tapes three weeks after it was exposed to the general public.

while i hate liars and dishonest people (myself included), GMA saying sorry to the nation is but a good deed indeed.

however, having to say sorry is not where everything stops.

when a devout catholic goes to confession under the sacrament of reconciliation, one blurts out his conscience to tell to God through the priest that he committed sin(s) against the commandments of God. but it just dont stop there. the priest then subject the person who has just undergone confession to not only profess penance but also do necessary things to prove that he indeed is sorry for his sins.

there is the contrition stage where a man reparates the damage he has done against people and against God. he may go to the people whom he committed his sins and ask for forgiveness and do something in return to reparate whatever damage he has done.

and i guess, that’s where GMA missed the point. she saying sorry isn’t enough. she doesnt have to admit that she is gulty of high crimes by talking to a commissioner during the election under an im-just-protecting-my-votes-mask. a big no-no for me.

when you say sorry you just dont say it like "may i go out, mam?" when you say it say it with your heart.

the problem with GMA is that she always tend to say things and yet dont really mean it (remember the Dec. 30 statement when she said she’s not running).

and i guess tama si Susan Roces. ANG SINUNGALING AY KAPATID NG MAGNANAKAW.

one word she did missed is the word. accountability. well i guess it is not only Gloria who forgets the word often. a lot of politicians tend to lose the meaning of their words. i work in the government, i should know.

but then again, what is most desperating of all is that the Filipinos are again the losing end. we are once again fooled by these Bureaucrats. we pay taxes sincerely and they just mess with our pesos. d ba nila alam na ang hirap kitain ng pera?

sabagay di naman nila kinikita ang pera e. ninanakaw lang nila.

IT PAINS me so hard looking at the current political turmoil we are in right now. I also feels ashamed how our political leaders have the used the resources of the government to deliver the necessities right at their doorsteps rather than to the needy Filipinos all over the country.

The brand of politicians we have in the Philippines is truly one of a kind in the world. I’ve been witnessed in ousting a corrupt president in the person of Joseph Estrada. I am convinced, without looking at the legality of his ouster, that he indeed has lost the moral credibility to lead the country. I can consider that as an extra legal means of the sovereign people to say that they do not approve of their leader.

When Marcos the Dictator was toppled, I was only five then. But looking into the annals of history and to those that I’ve heard from my parents, teachers and other people, he was Dictator and having to hear that send shivers down my spine. Erap was no dictator and yet I abhor what he has done to the Presidency.

Then came Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo. I know she was no dictator. But having to hear here that night admitting that she was the voice on the tape, I felt the same way that I felt on Erap. They deserve no less than the Presidency. Erap didn’t cheated just to live in Malacañang. A whooping 10 million Filipinos voted for him. And he didn’t have to call any Garci that time.

Presidents, be them legitimate or illegitimate, like Gloria is one reason why our country is in an unstable political situation. I find it very ridiculous that she keeps on clinging to the office which is not for her in the first place. Gloria should do the first step in stabilizing the country.

She should step down and follow the will of the people. #

I laid my Apples on the sand

To take a warm bathe in the

Sea It took me all courage and might

Before I enjoyed the swim.

The warm Sea gave me comfort and heat

Soothing my pained and stressed back

Relieving me from the worries of the past

And conflicts of the present time.

I remembered how relaxed I was whenever I am soaked

The splashing waves massage my body

The salty liquid makes me grin

And leaves an indelible smile.

I can hear the Sea crying, roaring his secrets to my ear

Banging me with the constant currents

The Sea confides with me,

Telling me his dreams, his wants, his stories I can only be there to listen

To stay and swim, and be a friend.

Abruptly, I rose from his loving arms

And attempted to rest on the sand

And eat some of my Apples

Still beside the beach.

A sigh of pleasant grief!

Now I blissfully mourn

Gone are the shiny, wild Apples

The fruits are washed by the friendly Sea.

In disappointment I wept

There she floated with him

Eaten whole and selfishly

By the companion I thought to be.

She was ravaged by the amiable Sea

The crimson, sweet Apple

And I can only cry

With joyous tears in my eyes,

I say She is no longer for me.