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Friday, June 22, 2007

"I would rather be correct than popular..."

...That line struck me as I read Alex Magno's article entitled Philistines on the Philippine Star. I would like to share his views here, which I very much agree with. I did so because I want to do my part to help popularize what is right.

The following are taken from http://www.abs-cbnnews.com/storypage.aspx?StoryId=79898 :

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Philistines

FIRST PERSON
By ALEX MAGNO

The Philistines succeeded in taking down Ralph Recto. They did so by turning their backs on the requirements of economic statesmanship — and the need to properly educate the people on the hard facts of proper fiscal management. Instead, they pandered to the miseducated, exploited their ignorance and tried to make political hay by senselessly agitating against a modern form of taxation.


Principal among these was losing opposition candidate John Osmeña. He tried to build support for his candidacy by ranting against the VAT, peddling the misinformation that it was anti-poor and glossing over the glaring benefits this revenue measure had brought about. He was pandering to populism, worshipping at the altar of fiscal irresponsibility.

This losing candidate suggested that the VAT would be repealed if he were elected senator. That itself is a misrepresentation. All legislation on revenue measures emanates from the House, not the Senate. And the House is not likely to ride the bandwagon of fiscal irresponsibility, not with the overwhelming (and expected) majority of the pro-administration coalition in that chamber.

Fortunately, John Osmeña is not more politically important than the electoral outcome indicates. Otherwise, his opportunistic ranting against a perfectly sane revenue measure might have caused the nation a credibility crash. Our credit rating might have been downgraded. Investors might have held back. And the economic blossoming we now see might not have happened.

Remember that the economic renaissance we are now experiencing began exactly the day after the expanded VAT was enforced. This was on the expiration of the Supreme Court restraining order resorted to by misguided and grandstanding politicians who sought judicial intervention on a matter of fiscal policy after they had lost on the legislative floor.

After the expanded VAT came into effect, the budget gap began to close. Our need to borrow quickly declined. The peso gained strength. Inflation was tamed. Investments began to stream into our economy. Our debt service load became lighter.

In a word, after taking the bitter pill the good times began to roll.

Taking the bitter pill required a lot of political courage. At the House, Speaker de Venecia cracked the whip to get the measure through. At the Senate, Ralph Recto argued the case for VAT before his reluctant colleagues. And when the time came to implement it, President Arroyo did so — during the ebb in her presidency, when some of her allies defected and an impeachment case was being initiated against her.

The expanded VAT did not make the President popular. But it made our economy strong. That is what economic statesmanship is all about.

If our economy has been weak and erratic for years, it was for want of economic statesmanship among those who previously led the nation. No one, previously, wanted to court unpopularity as the cost for doing what was right.

And so in previous governments, we borrowed rather than taxed — until the debt load crashed on us and brought our economy to failure.

Now, with the new revenue measures, we have turned a new leaf. We will finance our way to development and no longer rely on debt. That is what national self-reliance means in this new world.Doing that requires heroic political leadership. Ralph Recto delivered that sort of leadership.

I worked with him when he took up the cudgels at the House for the bill liberalizing the retail trade after his other colleagues chickened out due to strong pressure from vested interests. Retail trade was liberalized and a revolution in consumption and distribution patterns followed in its wake. Irony of ironies, those who funded the campaign against liberalization benefited the most from its happy consequences.

In his Senate valedictory, on the day he conceded defeat in his bid for re-election, Ralph said he would rather be correct than popular. I felt sad twice over when he said that.

First, because what is correct should not be unpopular. The first task of modern political leadership is to educate the citizens well about what is good for the commons.

Second, if advocating for a correct revenue measure means shutting out the rest of one’s political career, then who else will stand up for fiscal discipline — the keystone to our nation’s sustainable progress. Who will hold up the candle of economic literacy in the chaos of our politics and the small-mindedness of our populist media?

That populist media — especially those semi-literate babblers on AM radio who militantly refuse to keep abreast with modern knowledge — is the other Philistine that took Ralph down. Everyday during the campaign period, these babblers ceaselessly lambasted VAT and lambasted Ralph for sponsoring this measure at the Senate. Good grief, even the bishops had railed against VAT for being “immoral” — against the mountain of evidence demonstrating that this measure has been the springboard for our economic salvation.

To his credit, Ralph did not evade the issue of VAT during the campaign. Instead, he used his political advertising to educate the public about the benefits of this modern revenue measure. Rather than resorting to a song-and-dance routine to keep the ignorant entertained, he used his candidacy to be a teacher to the people.

Thank you, Ralph for all the work you have done in helping modernize our economic policy architecture. Millions will benefit from that.We must now live with a Senate that, without you, will be vastly less economically literate.

The Sunscreen Commencement Speech

I heard this song on the radio this morning, originally by Mary Schmich, then made into a slow hiphop kinda groove by Baz Luhrmann. I will paste the original version here by Mary Schmich, as tribute to the orignal author, to compensate for the email scam that said that Kurt Vonnegut delivered this commencement speech for MIT graduates in June 1998.

The lyrics of the song struck me on the way to work this morning. For me, it's more effective to listen to a song than to read an article with the same message. Unfortunately, I won't be able to paste the song here. Nevertheless, maybe you can read it anyway and perhaps something will strike you or add to your life. I like the one about how people who still don't know what they want to do at 40 are considered as interesting. Hehe, that really consoles me. :o) And trust me, too, you'd want to wear sunscreen now so that when you grow up, you won't have those ugly wrinkles and warts (botox can be expensive, hehe).

Here it is, taken from http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/columnists/chi-970601sunscreen,0,4664776.column :

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Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97:

Wear sunscreen.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.

Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.

Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good.

Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Happiness is the Lord

In the midst of the holiday's festivities, dark (and complicated) clouds loom over me. In my quest to find the secret to happiness, I suddenly recall a song taught in grade school. It's one of those kiddie-sounding songs that are so simple to learn and teach.

I am skeptical if it would be as simple as learning the song for me to learn and live by its MEANING, since I am far from realizing the song's words right now. Call me baduy, mababaw or whatever, but this song came to me just when I needed it--because for now, it is enough for me to know and hope that THE MESSAGE OF THIS SONG WILL GIVE ME THE ANSWER.

Happiness is to know Jesus, living a life within His favor,
Having a change in my behavior,
Happiness is the Lord.

Happiness is a new creation, Jesus and me in close relation,
Having a part in His salvation, happiness is the Lord.

Happiness is to be forgiven, living a life that’s worth the living,
Taking a trip that leads to heaven, happiness is the Lord.

Real joy is mine, no matter if teardrops start;
I’ve found the secret: it’s Jesus in my heart!
Happiness is the Lord…Happiness is the Lord!


Monday, May 08, 2006

Hugs make the world a better place :o)

They say you need at least 3 hugs a day (correct me if I'm wrong) to become emotionally stable... So when I'm not emotionally sound, it just means that I haven't reached my quota. :o)

btw, pls email me (message me at friendster, txt me or whatever) whenever u give me a hug, if possible :o) i really wanna know the person behind the hug :o) tnx :o)






*HUGS* TOTAL!
give leynee more *HUGS*

Get hugs of your own

Monday, March 13, 2006

Silence Speaks

Only Silence can speak
Of the deepest pain,
In flesh dungeons where light barely breathes;
Only Silence can speak
Of longings beyond our vision;
Of stirrings too tender to touch;
Of counted tears in the well of Mystery;
Of powder-fine broken glass sifted into a moment, without You.

Only Silence can speak of those
That once dwelled in vivid memory.

Only Silence can ever speak of Herself.

Friday, November 11, 2005

Life at Work Reflection # 1

November 10, 2005

After one graduates from college, diskarte na niya kung paano niya gusto mamuhay. A blank slate is given, and one can do whatever he wants with it. The school one came from results from the choice and providence of one's parents/caregivers.

But now, all reins are cut off and I now provide for my own education and well-being.

Now is the test of all that I have learned, the application of theories. Perhaps not all theories I've learned are fully correct, and perhaps some just need to be revised. But perhaps most theories are correct--they are just difficult to put into practice. It is sad how most people have equated difficulty with impossibility, pain with mistake...

...And as one of those people immersed in the realism (or pessimism) of corporate life, count me in.

Nevertheless, there is a certain excitement to a blank slate. A certain freedom, a kind of liberation. I can be as creative as I want. I define my limits, with due consideration, of course, to the structures and systems of the organization/s that I choose to commit myself to. And of course, who/what I commit to, or who/what I love, shapes me, defines and creates who I am.

Now, I can simply BE WHO I WAS DESTINED TO BE.

Whatever I do from my graduation onwards, purely becomes my responsibility. Now, my choices mean more than ever. I cannot anymore blame any one else for whatever I decide--because I am now the pilot of my life...

...Er, rather, the co-pilot. God is my pilot. But we fly together.

For the past few months, in His seeming absence, He seems to be giving more control to me. I try to take over the direction of my life awkwardly, hesitantly, still looking for his presence, some form of instruction. For quite a while already, this groping and searching has taken me everywhere, in all senseless directions. I have been trying to take in new things, acquiring whatever I could--materially, and experientially. I engorged myself in all types of experiences; I've been greedy for retreats, seminars, workshops... Any thing that seems beneficial for my psycho-spiritual well-being.

All this trouble I went through--when I simply forgot to look at what I have--and what a rich treasure it is. Perhaps all that I need is to get in touch with myself--my rich history, my present gifts, and my future dreams and potentials that can become a reality or a part of who I am. All this because I was blinded by the clutter in myself--destructive thoughts and emotions, and insignificant activities (as symbolized by the overwhelming clutter and disorder in my own room at home).

My counselor helped me realize that having a connection with other people makes me happy.

It is also said that to be happy, I just need to accept myself. And perhaps to connect with other people, I just need to be happy.

I guess happiness is always a two-way street, because happiness, similar to love, is meant to be shared.

I just need to spend more quality time with my Pilot and trust in Him more.

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"I just found out there's no such thing as the real world, just a lie you've got to rise above."
--John Mayer, "No Such Thing"

Sunday, October 09, 2005

A Face to Love



I was looking for Love and I couldn't find it--not because I was looking in the wrong places, but because I contained and limited Love to my definition.

Now I realize Love is dynamic and free--as mysterious and familiar as the faces I meet, as dark and bright as the colors of life.

I guess Love changes its Face whenever someone new comes along...And I didn't recognize Love looking at me, until I looked back at its Face.

Here I am, taking a leap of faith, as if it were the first time I ever took a risk.

*****

Some pix from our Caleruega / Tagaytay 1st monthsary celebration...


"princess alanna" & "prince kendrick" close up with "our kingdom" behind


again, "our kingdom" behind us


leynee with kingdom behind


leynee with kingdom behind (view from the swing)


leynee inside caleruega lobby


kenny and me w/ the resurrected jesus


artsy kenny pic


artsy leynee pic


me w/ caleruega sign at night


me w/ caleruega sign agen at night


kenny w/ caleruega church behind


kenny and me by the fireplace

More pics...


friends pa lang daw kami


that day when kenny almost "lost it", but still didn't


funny faces :op


happy :o)

Thursday, September 15, 2005

Excerpts from Henri Nouwen's "The Return of the Prodigal Son"


"As the Beloved of my heavenly Father...

Having 'received without charge', I can 'give without charge'.
I can confront, console, admonish, and encourage
without fear of rejection or need for affirmation.

As the Beloved, I can suffer persecution
without desire for revenge
and receive praise without using it as proof of my goodness.

As the Beloved, I can be tortured and killed without ever having to doubt
that the love given to me is stronger than death.

As the Beloved,
I am free to live and give life,
free also to die while giving life."


--Henri Nouwen, "The Return of the Prodigal Son"