To Whom Much is Given, Much is Expected

I came across this phrase one time while i was watching the telecast of the 2007 Emmy Awards. The show was giving honor to those television programs whose phenomenal success has enabled them to reach out far beyond the boob tube entertaionment. One show that was recognized for that higher purpose was the spin off of American Idol called Idol Gives Back, the top rating American show fund raising extravaganza thats featured performances of its past winners and finalists. The proceeds from the show were used to help children and young people in extreme poverty in the U.S. and in Africa. It was the Idol's way of sharing its success to those who have made the show enjoyed tremendous viewerships all through out its season runs.

Right there in front of the television set, I was kinda raised three feet above my seat. I am not alone. I am not carrying a burden. I am not living my life in vain. More than paying it forward when someone does you good and Spidey theme with great powers come great responsibility, it is truth lending to the timeless biblical truth that to whom much is given, much is expected. An individual who has been blessed by any means, like by earning support from other people, being gifted with good upbringing, great in born talents or physical wealth, making good a shot at once in a lifetime opportunity or simply being on top of his chosen field of endeavor, has the inherent responsibility to share to those less blessed and pay back those people whom he owe his way of success.

If only I had realized this earlier in life, it wouldn't have been that hard growing up and understanding why things have always have to be like this and why i have always have to do this and do that. You see, in my family, I was the only one whos lucky enough to finish schooling and to have that chance to land a decent job. So the responsibilities to support my family have rested in my shoulder since then. When I was still in school, whenever there's quiz competitions, I would always be the school representative and everybody's expecting me to bring the gold medal. Back then, I have found it a little unfair to live up to the pressure. I was thinking, if this was the price I have to pay for the gift of knowledge, then I'd rather be braindead.

Life is never fair and not all men are created equal. Some are born with a silver platter and others have to work their way out of poverty. Some are born with great talents and others have to be contented with their pretty faces. To whom a little much is given, a little more is expected. God won't give us cross we cannot bear. Great tasks are given to those with big hearts enough to make a difference in other people's lives.

Now I realized more than ever how good it feels when you give back and being able to share what is shared to you. Its bitter sweet especially if the road you travelled has been long and muddy. Only it is essential to note that we live with purpose, far apart from achieving our own. Succes is never personal and it has never been the end, it is only a means of achieving a higher purpose to which a meaningful existence would equate to.

American Idol has proven to be one of the most successful show on the planet and its find raising efforts have served its purpose beyond loud screams and glitter lights. Spiderman's powers have been regarded as a curse for it have sidelined its personal happiness but its the same powers that have kept peace and justice to his community. I have been blessed with the gift of knowledge anchored with some respectable talents. The road to a better life could be long and winding, but a will try my best to be of help to my family and loved ones no matter what it takes.

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We don't have to be "successful," only valuable.

We don't have to make money, only a difference,

and particularly in the lives society counts least and puts last
-William Sloane Coffin

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At the End of the Long Day

I have once been asked during my job interviews here in Dubai about what was the best thing about the Philippines. In a stunning declaration, I said that aside from the spectacular and majestic natural beauty that God has endowed the Philippines, one incredible piece of heaven that you could ever find here on earth the Filipino people. That amidst the hardest blowing wind, we are probably the most positively oriented humans in the world. That though we maybe lacking in riches and what you call economic prosperity, we still take it easy and never forget to celebrate.

It would definitely makes someone proud to hear those words but it feels better when you are in a place where you can exactly compare our race with the others. Here in Dubai where I work, it is inevitable that in one way or another, I have to deal with persons from other nationalities, either directly like having them for officemates or indirectly like seeing them in public places. It’s the true test of who we are in comparison with the rest. Blatantly, you can see how our attitudes differ in contrast with the Germans, the British, Indians, Chinese and Arab people.

At the end of the long day, I feel lucky to be Filipino. We maybe generally be short in height , brown in color and not as physically defined as the others but we are jolly and mighty in the real sense of the word. We are not known for having foul odors. We take good care of our hygiene religiously. We are not like Arabs in character, dominant, sadistic, abusive and lukewarm. We are mildly mannered, hospitable and generous. We are happy to be of help. We may not be as totally liberating as the West, but we are open to embracing changes for the better.

We are likeable and loved. We can bond with almost nationalities with ease and without fear of rejection. We can communicate well enough to be understood by all. We learn things fast and willingly whether it is a technical job or something that require some specialized education or skills. We find so much fascination in other culture that sometimes we try to imitate everything we see in them, even the way they speak, the way they act and the way they dress up. But at the end of the long day, we love ours and we patronage ours. We take pride in our world class talents and products.

That what makes us truly unique and distinct. That kind of uniqueness that doesn’t isolate us but rather put us in a level where we are respected and admired in so many fields. Yes, we are just a small and scattered pieces on the map, but our hearts and mind is as solid and big enough to make a difference in this world. We are democratic and many times we have taken the course of our fate into our own hands ( How many more Edsa Revolt will follow?). We are religious and our history is as colorful as the kaleidoscope of colors of the setting sun. So many times, we were conquered, so many times we were divided, but at the end of the long day, we return home and act as one.

It’s not all good though, as nobody is perfect. We are also humans and hence we are bound to make mistakes. Inevitably, we experience injustice, inequality, discrimination and abuse in the hands of our fellowmen. Indirectly, we are being punished by the effects of corruption in the government, our people’s diminishing moral and our disgusting crab mentality. Poverty is rampant just as the rich becomes richer. The means for survival is becoming less affordable. This is evidenced by hundreds of us leaving our family behind and wanting to work abroad. But at the end of the long day, no amount of money can equate to the joys and pains of sharing your every moment with your loved ones back home. That we’d rather have bad times with them than to have good times somewhere else across the globe without our loved ones.

So many things and events can happen in a day’s journey. Some are good, some are not so good. The best part of it? Well, knowing exactly that you have done you part in the best way you could. If it failed, there’s always another day to make it better. At the end of the day, the important thing is knowing how to get up and pick up the pieces.

A World Without Filipinos

we are much better than these.......

Have you ever wonder what's gonna happen to the world and to the Philippines if all the OFWs around the globe will just suddenly disappear? Take a look:

Think of the homes that are dependent on Filipino housekeepers, nannies, caregivers. The homes would be chaotic as kids cry out for their nannies. Hongkong, Singaporean and Taiwanese yuppie couple are now forced to stay home and realizing, goodness, ther's so much of house work that has to be handled and how demanding their kids can be and hey, what's this strange language the'are babbling in.

It’s not just the children that are affected. The problems are even more serious with the elderly in homes and nursing institutions, because Filipino caregivers have provided so much of the critical services they need. When temporary contractual workers are brought in from among non-Filipinos, the elderly complain. They want their Filipino caregivers back because they have that special touch, that extra patience and willingness to stay an hour more when needed.

Hospitals, too, are adversely affected because so many of the disappeared Filipinos were physicians, nurses and other health professionals. All appointments for rehabilitation services, from children with speech problems to stroke survivors, are indefinitely postponed because of disappeared speech pathologists, occupational and physical therapists!

Eventually, the hospital administrators announce they won’t take in any more patients unless the conditions are serious. Patients are told to follow their doctors’ written orders and, if they have questions, to seek advice on several Internet medical sites. But within two days, the hospitals are swamped with new complaints. The web sites aren’t working because of missing Filipino web designers and web site managers.

Service establishments throughout the world — restaurants, supermarkets, hotels — all close down because of their missing key staff involved in management and maintenance. In Asia , hotels complain about the missing bands and singers.

In the United States , many commercial establishments have to close shop, not just because of the missing Filipino sales staff but because their suppliers have all been sending in notices about delays in shipments. Yup, the shipping industry has gone into a crisis because of missing Filipino seafarers.

The shipping firms begin to look into the emergency recruitment of non-Filipino seafarers but then declare another crisis: They’re running out of supplies of oil for their ships because the Middle Eastern countries have come to a standstill without their Filipino workers, including quite a few working for the oil industry.

Frantic presidents and prime ministers call on the United Nations to convene a special session of the Security Council but Mr. Ban Ki-Moon. says he can’t do that because the UN system itself is on the edge, with so many of their secretarial and clerical staff, as well as translators, having disappeared from their main headquarters in New York and Geneva, as well as their regional offices throughout the world. Quite a number of UN services, especially refugee camps, are also in danger of closing down because of missing Filipino health professionals and teachers.

Mr. Ban Ki-Moon. also explains that he can’t convene UN meetings because the airports in New York , Washington and other major US cities have been shut down. The reason? The disappeared Filipinos included quite a few airport security personnel who used to check passengers and their baggage.

Mr. Ban Ki-Moon. calls on the World Bank and international private foundations for assistance but they’re crippled, too, because their Filipino consultants and staff are nowhere to be seen. Funds can’t be remitted and projects can’t run without the technical assistance provided for by Filipinos.

An exasperated Mr. Ban Ki-Moon. calls on religious leaders to pray, and pray hard. But when he phones the Pope, he is told the Catholic Church, too, is in crisis because the disappeared include the many Filipino priests and nuns in Rome who help run day-to-day activities, as well as missionaries in the front lines of remote posts, often the only ones providing basic social services.

As they converse, Mr. Ban Ki-Moon. and the Pope agree on one thing: the world has become a quieter place since the Filipinos disappeared. It isn’t just the silencing of work and office equipment formerly handled by Filipinos; no, it seems there’s much less laughter now that the Filipinos aren’t around, both the laughter of the Filipinos and those they served.

A phone ring at the White House early in the morning from Malacanang, Obama could not answer the phone, he could not get-up in bed suffering from diarrhea because his Mexican chef stuffed his burritos with marijuana guacamole,because the Philippine Congress extradite Pareng Barak’s lady chef back to the Phillippines.

Gloria Arroyo wants to complain to Pareng Barak and asking for stimulus package and bailout regarding Henry Sy on his plan to lay-off close to million casual employees. His huge shops like SM, the Robinsons chain and the Glorietta and Greenbelt malls in Makati, the country’s financial district, have been plagued with diminished sales as people no longer go to enjoy their penchant for shopping and dining. The disappearance of their beloved OFW relatives have cut their spending at all and remittance agencies and bank and automated teller machines eager to serve,are likewise closing businesses because no remittances are coming from abroad. Gloria Arroyo declared a nationwide State of Emergency.

In short without OFW, Filipinos in the Philippines will die in famine. And a world without Filipinos may seem unimaginable to those nations whose lives have been greatly enriched by their presence. But, impossible as it may be, a world that allows every Filipino to take his loved ones along wherever he may choose to work would be a far richer world. Better still, a Philippine society that affords every Filipino the chance to grow and to use his talents without having to leave his country would be a far richer society.

-this essay was originally written by Father Jess Briones and had appeared, re-published, quoted in various newspaper, blogsites and internet forums.

Dead Heroes

I am setting aside my self nepotism to devote a piece of my time and blog space to honor the Filipino Overseas Workers who have lost their lives while trying to make a difference in the lives of their loved ones and our beloved nation in general. I am feel sorry for their ill fated journey and tragic loss and now I am raising a hundred and one reasons why they deserved to be called heroes, but not when they are dead.

"pinoy care, handog natin sa mundo.."

FROM THE VERY BEGINNING….
Leaving loved ones behind is a painful thing to do – but they did.
Abandoning their jobs back home is a silly idea – but they did.
Facing a new culture is a wall difficult to infiltrate – but they did.
Searching for a job without assurance is a costly gamble – but they did.
Heading for a future so vague and blurry – But they did.

ALL FOR THE LOVE OF FAMILY – THEY DID, SO THAT ….
New house can be built ….
Bills can be paid…..
School can be pursued…..
Occasions can be celebrated…..
Illness can be cured…..
Life can be saved…..
Dreams can be achieved…
Economy can be revived….
Progress can be fueled….

BUT SOMETIMES LIFE CAN BE SO CRUEL…..
He who works is bothered…..
He who cares is ignored….
He who sees is overlooked…..
He who sacrifices is redeemed….
He who loves is taken away…..

AND BRUTALLY UNKIND….
He who only hope for the welfare of his loved ones….
He who only wish for the best for his kids…..
He who only think about the safety of his parents….
He who doesn’t think only about himself…..
Is murdered, terminated, evicted and gone…..
Without warning, without sign, without goodbye...

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Same month last year, a road mishap in Dubai has claimed the lives of three Filipinas working for a coffee shop. The freak accident, whose cause was attributed mainly to reckless driving, has ranked among the most tragic in Dubai. Recently, ten Filipinos were among the civilians killed in a helicopter crash in a NATO base in Afghanistan. Their unwanted death came at a time when there's an imposed labor ban on that country. As such, they would not be entitled to full benefits from the government for being undocumented workers. Their hard works as an OFW have long benefited the country, but now it has ended up in a tragic loss, their suffering was theirs and theirs alone.

But why? Simply because they sneaked out of the country illegally to work on these places makes them less of an "OFW"? Aren't we all out here sacrificing basically for the same reason? When we send money back home, it is received without even care if it is coming from someone documented or not. We all help in our own capacities. The government benefits from the risk that these people have taken into themselves so that a better future awaits their family. The same risk that's helping the economy up is now the same risk that putting their names and bereaved down. That oversight is just not fair.

When someone left home to work abroad, that’s already a huge sacrifice, not being able to see your loved ones for some time. When you accept a job which is quite different from what you professionally can do, your sacrificing your pride and honor. When you try to fight the homesickness and boredom every time you lay yourself in bed, that’s a sacrifice. When you get our salary, you try to limit your personal spending so that you can send more to your loved ones back home., that’s sacrifice. All for the sake of our families and our nations.

When accidents that claim lives of OFW happen, the sacrifices end, together with the prospects of a brighter future for their family. There would be some media coverage and some financial assistance from the government. After that, the sacrifices of the people who once left their homeland to fulfill an unselfish dreams in the most noble way they can will be forgotten. The modern heroism of the people who left their country alive and with high hopes will be forsaken just as their lifeless body is buried six feet below the ground, silently and forever.

That’s the tale of our present day heroes. Heroes only when they are dead. Never accorded the respect, honor and benefits they deserve when they living and sending billions in annual remittance. Currently, there are over 12 million Overseas Filipino Workers around the globe mostly setting aside their lives to fulfill a greater good for their respective families and country.

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Work in Progress

Anything that is subject for completion, as in pending road works, on-going house renovation, unfinished school project, in accounting, raw materials undergoing some manufacturing process. But perhaps the biggest example of work in progress is - life itself. Life that begins with conception, infancy, childhood, adolescence and so on and so forth and is weave with a slew of emotional tendencies and character originating with innocence. From there, an endless journey unfolds. So one can never be too sure or too complacent. For every minutes hold an opportunity to make or break. There are no certainties in life, which make it ever so changing, adapting and vulnerable. One can never be too careful or too careless, for any moment, calamity can overwhelm our happiness or overturn our sorrows.

Life without the ups and downs is boring. Only dead people beats their hearts flat. Before , I used to blame a lot of things for what's happening to me. I used to believe that it is not fair that some people must suffer while others flourish in abundance. I used to envy people who seems to enjoy their job despite their minimal salary. I used to question God why I have to go all these things when I haven't done anything wrong to anyone. Now I understand. Life without the ups and downs is boring. When you are always up there, you don't seem to see and appreciate the people who would catch you when you fall.

There is no permanent in our lives, not even happiness, love and security. But the good thing is, once you've lost or gave up something either by choice or by chance, you always have the opportunity to get it back and usually it comes with a free pack of lessons learned. They say for the second time, it's sweeter, it's lovelier and it's more appreciated. More than outgrowing our physicality, the work in progress that is life deals more with character formation, taking every bit of good seeds from the countless journeys that we may be in, be it on the green slopes, the stormy seas, the high mountains or the cold desert.

When I was still working with San Miguel, I thought that I would be doing that same job for the rest of my life. I thought that I would going to be a Megamall buddy until my legal retirement days. It never happened though.. Six years after spending time and drinking beer with Miguel, I went to Dubai to find a better fortune. Before that year ended however, I went back home with my pocket inside out. I was too childish then. The following year, I went back to Dubai for the second time and a year after, I was about to file for my life's biggest personal and emotional bankruptcy. Where is me now? I am still in Dubai and getting my myself back to business. I have learned how to dance with life. I have heartfully embraced the fact that I am human that I have to experience pain and pleasure, defiance and defeat and strength and arrogance at one point.

Right now, financially I have amounted myself to an unbelievable nothing! But in terms of character, I'd say that I am a whole lot better than yesterday. Life evolves constantly, there's no assurance that what you are holding right now will still be there the next morning. So for all who are down there, that's always a reason to look forward to. Life as a work in progress has no definite or fixed finished product, much less a period of when or where to become it. People going through the same difficulty may view their situation at different perspective. One may see it as a way to polish his weaknesses while another can see view it as a curse to give up his life. What we can evolved into depends greatly on how we take and accept the ways things happen and it always pay to be optimistic.

Learn How to Write it on the Sand...

Two friends were walking through the desert. In a specific point of the journey, they had an argument, and one friend slapped the other one in the face.

The one, who got slapped, was hurt, but without anything to say, he wrote in the sand: "TODAY, MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE".

They kept on walking, until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one who got slapped and hurt started drowning, and the other friend saved him. When he recovered from the fright, he wrote on a stone: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE".

The friend who saved and slapped his best friend, asked him, "Why, after I hurt you, you wrote in the sand, and now you write on a stone?"

The other friend, smiling, replied: "When a friend hurts us, we should write it down in the sand, where the winds of forgiveness get in charge of erasing it away, and when something great happens, we should engrave it in the stone of the memory of the heart, where no wind can erase it"

Learn to write in the sand.

-author unknown

Running Past Your Past

Time is one thing surely to never cease to run, inconsiderate of our emotions, ambitions, affections, autonomy and even our authority. Time is irreversible and it doesn't go back to were it was before. It always moves forward and whosoever runs against it or behind it will never be able to find success. For success only comes to those who knows how to get past their past no matter how painful it is, those who live the present though nothing is at hand and those who are brave enough to face the future no matter how bleak it may seem. Success lies in the hands of those who believe that time has reserved a place for all of us. We just have to wait and believe in it.

There are moments in life which are really difficult to recover from. Sometime we try to hold on to something that is no longer there and we do not want to let it go for fear of ending up alone and miserable. The pain of losing someone you love, or even losing your job, your house or an opportunity for something to make it big could be very cursing that it could take away your will to go on. But the truth is, dwelling on your heartaches and misery could be worst and more painful. It turn us blind to the countless beauty that exist beyond our sorrows and guilt. We only see the curse and the cruelty of what happened, though in the bright side, the lessons to be learned are just waiting to be embraced.

Any change, any loss, any failings, anything in the past that made us felt down and bad do not necessarily make us victims. Yes, they can shake you, surprise you, disappoint you but they cannot prevent you from acting, from taking the situation you are presented with and moving on. No matter where you are in life, no matter what your situation is, you can always do something, you always have a choice - the choice to move on and run with time. That choice represents power - the power to overcome fear and overturn your failures to success.

The last few months that I have been living, I would say, have been upsetting if not tragic. In as much as I want to freeze time to make the bleeding stop, I just couldn't. Time hears no one, not even the smallest plea of the saddest man. I couldn't stop the time from running, but I could always choose to stop my life and no one will ever care. If I do so, I would be forever left behind in bitter memories and so are my dreams and selfless longings. And I just don't want to perish without trying and fighting till the end, so I choose to move on and run with time no matter how wounded and frail I have become. I know that as long as I got the air to breathe, I would always have the time to recover and turn where I am today to where I want to be tomorrow.

What Makes a Man

What makes a man? Is it the additional pair of chromosomes that destined him to have a beard, testicles and possibly a hairy chest? Is it his talent to actually talk on the phone with his wife while making love to another woman? Is it his incorrigibility? Is it chivalry that reinvented his image as caring, empathic, good listener, wise counsellor, useful shoulder to cry on? Is it his pride of being descendants of great kings, warriors and artists? Or is it his charm that makes heads turn or the beauty of his inclinations that makes him so adorable?

There things in life that are better defined by examples than formulas. Masculinity is one of them. Whenever I've attempted a dictionary-precise definition of masculinity, I've always tripped myself up in endless qualifications and asides. Traditionally we try to equate masculinity with being virile, athletic, strong, brave, sexually aggressive, unemotional, stoic, intellectual, leader, dominating, disciplinarian, success-oriented, ambitious and many more one-size-fits-all single dimensional characterizations. That men are pre-ordained to read newspapers for several hours on the toilet, dominating the use of TV remote controls, playing basketball, admiring guns and fast cars, reading pornography, fighting in wars and supressing emotions and some non-standard behaviors which maybe considered a sign of homosexuality.

But today, the concept of what makes a man has challenged the narrowly defined masculity that society has typecasted since 3,000 BC when explicit statements of what was expected of men were expressed in laws. From Daddy Day Care to Queer Eye for the Straight Guy, metrosexual politicall candidates to the ever growing population of gay people ranging from four star generals, to celebrities and to the nameless ordinary ones, it seems clear that what makes a man is now under serious review. Could it be that conventional masculinity, with its stoicism and violence, has become so toxic and redundant that men themselves are refusing to take it on?

Is machismo still the basic rule of what makes a man? Or is becoming a bore? Is exaggerated aggressiveness and intransigence in male-to-male interpersonal relationships and arrogance and sexual aggression in male-to-female relationships still the real measure of being a man? Is a machismo makeover conspiracy afoot? Well, not necessarily. Guess it's just some men want to come out as a sensitive, multi-dimensional beings who want to be loved without having to fight to prove their manhood and without having to hurt others and themselves in order to secure their own place at the table.

Deeds, not creeds, are the true measure of a man. It's not his show of strength, his size, his girth, his length. It's not the clothes he wear, it's not his worldly knowledge nor his riches and pockets of gold. It's the depth of his commitments and genuine concern. It's the sincerity of his purpose and the quiet courage of his convictions. It's his capacity to share and give all that is inside him even when nothing is there. It's how he bounces after he hits the bottom. It's how he treats someone who can do him absolutely no good.

So who makes a better man? Is it George Bush who concocted the war in Iraq for political reasons or Bill Clinton who, while Monica serviced him orally, was busy having international and political conversations on the phone or is it Harvey Milk, tha assasinated first openly gay man to be voted into public office in America who has become an outspoken agent of change on behalf of the minority: the gays, the senior citizens and even union workers. Who makes a better man? Is it Patrick Garcia who walked away from the responsibilties after impregnating his girlfriend or is it Paolo Ballesteros who's man enough to accept fatherhhod despite the persistent allegations that he is actually gay. Who makes a better man? Is it the prominent businessmen who profit by corrupting public service or is it the lowly father of a family who makes a decent living searching for gold in a mountain of trash?

What makes a man isn't a matter of sexuality and conventions, but of integrity and responsbility. I don't want to leave it point blank what really is that makes a man. But Robin Williams once said, "God gave men a brain and a penis, but only enough blood to run one at a time". This miracle of evolution, man, though one that is certainly not without its flaws, has still plenty of room for improvement, even after three billion years.

"What matters is to turn one's predicament into a human achievement."—Victor Frankl

Death of a Man

This is not a post-lent entry. Not a history lesson. Not a gossip column. Not a posthumous tribute or a suicide note. These are death stories, both historically and figuratively, that should remind us that death isn’t always about ending and losing.

What comes after death?

The Begotten Son. His death represented the greatest love the world had ever known. For the atonement of our sins and the gift of eternal life for those who believe, God has sent his only son to be nailed on the cross, a high price to pay so that each and every one of us shall live and enjoy life. His death was a miracle, having risen two days after His body was laid to rest. He was the son of God, redeemer of all our failures and shortcomings. Every year, in the month of April, we remember all His sacrifices in a week long observation, where we set aside all our worldly affairs and selfish ranting. It’s when we take time to humble ourselves and reflect on the true meaning of His death and how we can be real worthy of it.

The War Hero. April 09,1942, 76,000 starving and disease-ridden Filpino and American men were surrendered by Amercian authorities to the Japanese. The majority of the prisoners were immediately robbed of their keepsakes and belongings and subsequently forced to endure a 90-mile (140 km) enforced march in deep dust over vehicle-broken macadam roads and crammed into rail cars to captivity. En route, thousands died from dehydration, heat prostration, untreated wounds and wanton execution. Prisoners were beaten randomly and often denied promised food and water. Those who fell behind were usually executed or left to die; the sides of the roads became littered with dead bodies and those moaning for assistance. On the Bataan Death March, approximately 54,000 of the 72,000 prisoners reached their destination. The death toll of the march is difficult to assess because thousands of captives were able to escape from their guards. All told, approximately 5,000-10,000 Filipino and 600-650 American prisoners of war died before they could reach the camps. The American Commander had felt compelled to surrender the largest military force in American History. His decision to do so—whether or not considered the disobedience of an order—undoubtedly saved the lives of many men who otherwise would have faced Japanese annihilation.

The Bad Boy’s Brother. Before an actor, now an actress. That’s Bebe Gandangari, the emancipation of once action star Rustom Padilla, who is now dead as (s)he (her)himself confirmed in a television interview. After his admission on Pinoy Big Brother that he is gay, Bebe Gandanghari has indeed gone a long way, both in her personal and showbiz life. Now she’s even more popular that her ex-wife. And didn’t I just say that she even look prettier? Bebe Gandanghari has now gone full blossomed as a woman she said she’d always wanted to be. Without pretensions. Without care. Many have raise brows and criticized her “outness” especially her decision to dress like a woman from head to foot, saying that was just overboard and immoral. Just the same, many have praised and liked her for expressing the brave freedom that society has yet to fully embraced. She has become the embodiment that happiness emanates from being true to oneself and to everything else. Her new name has even had a deeper meaning, which according to her stands for her new motto, "be all that you can be..".

The Master Rapper. Just recently, the Master Rapper of the Philippines has succumbed to the Big C. The man who pioneered Pinoy rap will always be remembered not only as the one who introduced the rap genre to the masa but more importantly with the idealistic and patriotic message that accompanied his songs. His battle with leukemia has been fully documented in his on line blogsite and has been an inspiration to many as he post pictures of him smiling while undergoing medical treatment. His positive attitude amidst his perilous condition has garnered tremendous response and has helped create awareness of the disease. During his funeral, Filipinos from all walks of life has gathered together to pay him their last respect and admiration. For a short period of time in our violent and divided society, the Filipinos have acted as one, a beautiful single nation in a real kaleidoscope of colors.

The Man of Constant Sorrows. His death is something to look forward to. The end of sorrows, misery and pain. Too many confusing thoughts and seemingly endless frustrations can sometimes drive people to call it quit. I am. The time is calling at my doorstep. The man you know will endure all the tests of time is going down the drain, the curtains is finally closing. The other side of pain and exasperation is waiting to be unmasked. It’s high time to put a smile on the sad face. For always.

So what comes after death? Life and resurrection. Freedom and glory. Truth and boldness. Inspirations and unity. Birth and a new beginning.