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The Difference

Why is the Philippines poor?
Here is a good article sent by Dr. Arsenio Martin of Fort Arthur, Texas.
Source: http://www.openworldthailand.com/

The difference between the poor countries and the rich ones is not the age of the country.  This can be shown by countries like India & Egypt, that are more than 2000 years old and are poor.  On the other hand, Canada, Australia & New Zealand, that 150 years ago were inexpressive, today are developed countries and are rich.

The difference between poor & rich countries does not reside in the available natural resources.  Japan has a limited territory, 80% mountainous, inadequate for agriculture & cattle raising, but it is the second world economy. The country is like an immense floating factory, importing  raw material from the  whole world and exporting manufactured products.  Another example is Switzerland, which does not plant cocoa but has the best chocolate of the world. In its little territory they raise animals and plant the soil during 4 months per year. Not enough, they produce dairy products of the best quality. It is a small country that transmits an image of security, order & labor, which made it the world’s strongest, safest place.

Executives from rich countries who communicate with their counterparts in poor countries show that there is no significant intellectual difference.  Race or skin color are also not important:immigrants labeled lazy in their countries of origin are the productive power in rich European countries.

What is the difference then?  The difference is the attitude of the people, framed along the years by the education & the culture.  On analyzing the behavior of the people in rich & developed countries, we find that the great majority follow the following principles in their lives:

1. Ethics, as a basic principle.
2. Integrity.
3. Responsibility.
4. Respect to the laws & rules.
5. Respect to the rights of  other citizens.
6. Work loving.
7. Strive for saving & investment.
8. Will of super action.
9. Punctuality.
10. and of course…Discipline

In poor countries, only a minority follow these basic principles in their daily life.  We are not poor because we lack natural resources or because nature was cruel to us.  We are poor because we lack the correct attitude. We lack the will to comply with and teach these functional principles of rich & developed societies.

If you don’t forward this message nothing will happen to you.  Your pet will not die, you will not be fired, you will not have bad luck for 7 years, and also, you will not get sick or go hungry.  If you love your country, let this message circulate so that many Filipinos could reflect about this, and CHANGE.

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Kite Flying

Kite Flying

ni Eddy Glyn Markines

Sa dami ng nais isulat, hindi ko maintindihan kung bakit ito pa. Wala nang magniningning na tala sa aking gabi. Wari parang lata ng sardinas na kinalawang sa pag patak ng ulan. Kaya mang punuin ang bote ng iba, ngunit hindi ang boteng may takip, sarado, kinalawang na ang takip, mabuti pang basagin o wala. Gaano kaya kalayo ang mararating ng bawat patak ng ulan sa malihim na ilog? Ewan, hindi ko masundan, napakalayo, ako’y maliligaw, matarikang daan, masyado nang pagod ang aking mga paa. Sa bawat papel na napupuno ko, kasama ang mga erasures at doodles, nasisiyahan ang kamay ko. Sa wakas nakarami rin ako. Marunong pala akong magsulat.  Ngunit hindi lahat ng mga salitang nailapat ay buhay. Hindi lahat ay totoo. Marahil kulang pa ang laman ng bote o kaya’y masyadong pang matarik ang daan. Hindi ko maidiin ang labi upang halikan ang bahaghari. Masyadong malayo, masyadong makulay. Hindi ko talaga siguro maabot. Maghihintay na lamang ako ng sampu pang bukas ng pag-ulan. Ang bahaghari’y kailangan kong abutin. Ngunit napakalayo. Masyadong makulay. Kinalawang na ang takip ng bote.

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“It is never too late to be what you might have been.”

handog ni George Eliot para sa mga kulelat

Ni: Diego M. Alba

Nalulunod na yata ang utak ko sa kasusunod sa layaw ng aking katawan?  Nasusuka na ako sa bawat karneng kinakain ko. Tuloy mismo ang ulam na bigay sa akin ng landlady ko bilang pa-consuelo sa limang oras na pamamalakad sa kanilang negosyo, ay nagbibigay sa’kin ng first-hand experience kung gaano ka ‘yuck’ ang grasa ang ‘pork’. Naiinis ako kung bakit hanggang sa oras na ‘to ay hindi parin ako nakakatulog. Siguro epekto ng pepsi na ininom ko kanina, nang malamang wala nang Tropicana sa mini grocery store <still pag-aari ng landlady ko>. Mabuti pa ang cellphone na hawak ko, nagkaroon pa ng awa sakin.  Hindi ako makatulog. Tuloy wala akong kawala sa kakaisip ko sa lahat ng ‘makaraos lang’ na attitude ko sa bagay-bagay. The scars of mediocrity are delving into my system. Ikaapat na taon ko na ‘to sa UP ngunit bakit ngayon ko lang naramdaman ang salitang ‘excellence’.  Hindi ko naramdaman ang kahulugan ng katagang ‘yon at ang responsibilidad na kakambal nun. Nasusuka na ako sa mediocrity. Gusto kong maramdaman ang pagiging iskolar. Ang pagiging iska ay pinapangarap ng iba ngunit matagal kong naramdaman ang kahulugan nito. Tumuntong ako dito sa UP dahil sa isang palpak na plano. Late enrollee ako.  Marahil yun ang dahilan kung bakit ba hindi na lang ako isinali sa bridge program sa math.  Naiinis ako kung bakit hind ko alam paano ‘mag-aral’ noon.  Naiinis ako dahil alam kong hindi ako yung batang minsang nakatulog habang kumukuha ng exam, o di kaya’y gumagala ang utak habang nag-eenjoy ang teacher sa kakagamit ng colored na chalk.  Akala ko mabilis akong tumakbo. Hindi ko pala  kayang habulin lahat ng deadlines na hindi nasusugatan.  Naiinis ako sa paniniwalang ang talino ay sapat na.  Kelangan pa pala ng gawa. Importante pala talaga ang pagkakaroon ng notebooks para may gamitin sa pag-rereview. Naiinis ako sa pangangarap ng ‘tres’ at mas malala, sa isang removal exam.  May isang marunong ang minsang nagsabing “Don’t deal with generalities, be specific.”  Naiinis ako na kahit gustuhin ko man, marami talagang mga bagay ang hindi ko kayang gawin.  Naiinis ako kung bakit hindi na ako nag-apply sa STFAP, matapos malamang hanggang bracket 5 lang ako, kahit nag-file ng appeal mula sa pagiging bracket 9.  Naiinis ako sa mga panahong nakikita ko ang mga nasa bracket 1-4 na may high-tech na cellphone habang ako na nasa bracket 5 ay nahihiya pang ilabas ang 3210.  Minsan, naiisip ko kung  bakit ganito ang naging buhay ko sa kolehiyo.  Nagkaroon ng pangalang hindi kakikitaan ng ningning, kung bakit andito ako sa kolehiyo ng pangangasiwa kung saan sa pagiging baguhan ay naramdaman ang level of hierarchy sa tatlong kurso.  Kahit hindi imposed, pero naramdaman ko.  Kung bakit sa major subjects ko lang naintindihan kung bakit hindi ko kelangang manghinayang sa mundong pinasukan ko.  Nanghihinayang ako kung bakit ngayon ko lang naintindihan ang pork barrel at kung bakit kelangang nasa pdf ang format ng pinakaimportanteng materyal na nakita ko upang ipaliwanag ito.  Maikling pahayag na kapag inipon ay malaking bukol sa ulo.

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Dugong Bughaw

by Milan

People’s love life or the lack of it is always a topic between other people whether they are engaged in an activity or when they have nothing to do. You can’t help but discuss or at least be up to date with the juicy items that are happening to people around you.

There’s a text message which reflected what people are thinking when they see a couple together. If the guy is good-looking and the girl is not, it means true love. If the girl is pretty and the guy is not, then the guy must have a great sense of humor or he must be a very persistent suitor. If both are good-looking, it’s a match made in heaven. If otherwise, then they must have had no choice. This may sound harsh and judgmental. Yet, it is the general opinion of people. I bet my enemy’s life you never imagined a future partner to be ugly. Nobody wants a partner whose face value is—er–below par.

How a potential partner looks is always an issue to the younger people. How many times have you asked someone about his/her partner if he/she is good-looking and the reply is, “He/She is nice” after hesitating for a moment. Some answer indignantly that it’s the personality that’s important. Well yes, it’s true. After all, looks are just temporary but personality lasts forever. Cliché, huh? Nevertheless it’s funny the way things are happening today. When anyone quotes a line from The Little Prince which goes “what is essential is invisible to the eye”, another person will add, “Yan ang motto ng mga pangit”. It may be comical, but it’s also mean. People are always talking about other people’s love life that the subjects concerned sometimes become too ashamed to pursue their heart’s desire for fear of criticisms.

Last semester, a friend of mine denied she has feelings for this guy. She tells us there is no way she would ever go out with him. All the while, she tells him that she loves him, too! Her other close friend always trashes the guy and discourages her. Little did that friend know that her words stung. Because of that, my friend just couldn’t admit she was in love with someone unattractive for fear that her other close friend would not talk to her. It’s better to be single than be with an unattractive boyfriend.

I used to be that way until something happened one night which I laughingly refer to as “Saturday Night Fever”. I went out with a really close friend recently. Let’s just say he’s not your dream guy: the tall and handsome guy whom you’ve always dreamed of sweeping you off your feet. Anyway, this guy has lots of female friends because of his outgoing personality and great sense of humor. So he asked me to go see a movie with him. I agreed thinking it would be great to hang out with a good friend. Much to my surprise, he got us pizza, paid for the movie (premiere!) and the cab home. He would have paid for the drinks, too if I hadn’t insisted to pay for them. Then I realized this is a date! He held my hand throughout the movie and kissed it, too. You don’t do that to a friend. He was so sweet and so funny that I realized I like-liked him. I had no thought of what others would say. I didn’t feel for him before, but when I had him, I knew I wanted to keep him. Sappy, huh? And after one date, too!

What I’m trying to comprehend is why I was willing to eat my words after one date with a guy I always saw as a friend. The truth is looks can be real petty when the heart is at stake. And listening to the negative remarks of others would get you nowhere. I say only the opinions of true friends matter. And true friends would support you with your nice boyfriend knowing that guy makes you happy. Besides, you’re the one who has to deal, hang-out, eat, dance, sing, text, call, and all other stuff couples do, not your friends. Now I don’t know if that guy friend I dated and I have a future. But it was one date that taught me the lesson to never ever say things that might compromise me in the future and that there are more important things to consider other than looks. I haven’t talked to him about that night or anything and I doubt I ever will. Let the future take care of itself. But one thing’s for sure. If he asks me out again, there is only one possible answer.

Filed under: Dugong Bughaw, Essay,

My First 100 Days in UP

by Kristo Rey Quinon
BSA-I

I was scared.  I was totally afraid of UP before entering its doors.  I had my own expectations of becoming aloof.  The idea of becoming lost in such a big university haunted my thoughts during my summer days.  I thought that I would have a very hard time adapting to its customs.  Since UP has always been known a prestigious university, the idea of not being able to cope up never eluded my mind.  I wasn’t conditioned to survive the so called struggles of every UP student.  I thought that I would be alone and weak in UP.

I wasn’t prepared to enter UP because I thought that I was still in the growing process during that time.  I felt that I still wasn’t mature enough to enter UP.  I was full of fears and doubts.  I was anxious and afraid.  Who wouldn’t be?

UP is one wild jungle and if you keep your guard down you might end up being eaten alive by the wild animals of UP, if you know what I mean.

I was fed with the idea that UP did not have totally good environment like elementary and high school wherein life is always easier.  I was told that the up there is a very harsh world.  I wasn’t prepared and with that I thought that my start in UP would be a total failure.  After all, failure to prepare is synonymous with preparing to fail anyway.

Upon entering its walls, I felt uncomfortable with the things that were happening.  I wasn’t at ease at all.  I felt anxious about the things which were set for us UP freshmen.  If you’d ask any other freshman I’m sure they’d say the same.  UP is a jungle and we are the ones lost inside.

UP for us wasn’t like any other university. It was unique and in that sense we were all tense upon stepping inside the institution.

Fortunately, my expectations and anxiety slowly faded away with the help of a lot of heart-warming people. The higher years of UP gave us all a very warm welcome.  Despite the fact that we were still a bit stiff and quiet.  They really did their best to help us especially during our first few social events.  The jungle called UP wasn’t terrifying at all with the aid of the faculty, higher years and a few friends met along the way.

Yes, at first it may look like were trapped inside a jungle but once you meet a lot of good people along the way.  It won’t be long until you realize that UP isn’t a jungle at all.  It would start looking like a ZOO as a matter of fact.  After meeting new acquaintances along the way, one would start to notice that UP is filled with a lot of different personalities and strange places.

It may be hard at first but once you get to meet new people and acquaintances the journey becomes more enjoyable.  The fear of being alone never again haunted me.  I guess my first one hundred days would consist the period in time wherein one gets to feel he is not alone. One can feel that he/she belongs to a certain entity, and that would be UP.  My first few days were the total opposite of what I expected it to turn out to be.

Today, my life in UP is slowly becoming happier by the moment.  It feels easier to walk inside UP with the idea of having friends two steps behind you ( Isn’t that a song? Lol :).  It may sound cliché but its true and I can proudly say that I’m starting to adapt with the so called UP life. The personality development stage is finally taking progress. With the help of some good and “tamed” animals in UP, I have finally found a home within a jungle.

Before, I thought that I wasn’t mature enough to enter UP. I thought I needed to grow up a little more to survive. But after my first one hundred days I have realized that that isn’t my problem anymore. UP takes care of that problem for us. The growing stage doesn’t take place before. It happens in UP.

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