Monthly Archives: April 2012

My Android Islamic Applications

Ever since I bought my Galaxy Y, I have been lurking so much into my phone’s applications. I love Android for the fact that I can download some cool Islam applications such as the Sahih Al Bukhari and Jami al-Tirmidhi which are applications for Is…

Philippine Government agrees to create Bangsamoro state

The Philippine government and the Moro Islamic Liberation Front signed an agreement on some fundamental points with the total framework of a new “Bangsamoro political entity … that will replace the Autonomous Region in Muslim Mindanao” (or ARMM).   FROM MANILA STANDARD TODAY: Govt agrees to create Bangsamoro state Tuesday, 24 April, 2012 Written by Joyce Pangco Panares […]

Ligpit


Hi everyone… I’m back…
but not yet for good.. I am still busy… I am preparing my things… kasi by Thursday…
finally babalik na ako ng Dammam City… I will be leaving Riyadh… I don’t know
if this is for good… but as of now I think it is… babalik na ako sa main office
ng aming contractor… hoping that they will release my as soon as I get there….
But I doubt, kasi sa June 21 pa ma- end ang aking kontrata sa kanila… so hawak
pa nila ako sa aking betlog hanggang sa petsang iyon… pwede pa nila akong
isupply sa kahit na anong kumpanyang gustong kumuha ng aking serbisyo…


Ahhh… marahil
nagtataka kayo kung ano ang ibig kong sabihin no… ganito kasi yun… hindi ako
derektang nagtatrabaho sa kumpanyang pinapasukan ko ngayon… bale may isang
ahensya na humahawak sa amin… katulad ng mga sekyurity gward natin dyan… may
isang ahensya rin na humahawak sa kanila… so ganun… ang sweldo namin ay
nanggagaling sa ahensya at hindi sa kumpanya.. kaya kapag hindi pa natapos ang
aming kontrata sa ahensya… pwede pa nila akong ibugaw sa mga Arabong makukulit.
Paksyet lang di ba…


Kaya ito pauwi na ako
ng Dammam, sa Dammam kasi ang opisina ng ahensyang humahawak sa aking betlog e,
kaya kailangan ko ng bumalik doon, kasi narelease na ako sa kumpanyang pinapasukan
ko dito sa Riyadh… malungkot dahil napamahal na sa akin ang Riyadh… malungkot
dahil di ko ito inaasahan na magiging ganito ang pagtatapos ng aking karir sa
kumpanyang pinapasukan ko ngayon, ang inaasahan ko e sa June pa ako matatanggal
dahil sa June naman talaga ako magreresign dito e… pero minalas tayo… well ayaw
ko na pagusapan ang punot dulo ng pagkatanggal ko doon…  basta last day ko na sa opis noong April 14…. so
ayun…


Well… siguro… masaya
na rin ako… dahil sa pagbalik ko sa Dammam… makikipag usap sa akin ang pinaka
may-ari ng ahensya namin… so maaari ko siyang sabihan na gusto kong magpasupply
bilang Graphics Designer o di kaya AutoCad Operator, pwede na rin sigurong Web
Developer no… pero di pa ako pwede sa web development… kasi kulang pa at hilaw
na hilaw pa ang pagkakaluto sa akin… need more practice pa… need more and more…
di ko pa masyadong kabisado ang .PHP at .CSS ahahahah… onti pa… onti pang
insayo matututunan ko rin yan… nakaya ko ngang mag self-study dyan… ano pa kaya
kung kumuha na ako ng short course sa informatics di ba… paksyet… baka makagawa
na ako ng sarili kong Facebook o kaya Twitter… tatawagin ko itong Twitface+… isang
app na pinagsama ang mga matitinding social networking site sa mundo sa
henerasyon natin ngayon… ah yeah… ako na di ba… chos…


Kahit papaano
eksyated din akong bumalik sa Dammam… kasi balita ko… isusupply daw nila ako sa
Jubail City… isang industrial city ng Saudi… naroon ang mga malalaking planta
ng Saudi tulad ng ARAMCO (pinaka malaking Oil Company sa mundo), SABIC
(Pinakamalaking Petro Chemical sa mundo), marami pang iba… di ko na kabisado
kung ano-ano pa ang mga kumpanya doon… basta malalaki lahat… yun bang tinatawag
na Multi-Million Dollar Company… na parang tanging si Bill Gate lang ang may
kakayahang magpatayo nun… sa SABIC nga lang (sa SABIC nga pala ako nagtatrabaho
bago ako natanggal….) mahigit 450 Billion ang income nila sa taong 2011… saan
ka pa… kaya nga ang mga charity at mga sponsorship na binibigay ng SABIC sa mga
proyekto ng mga ilang ahensya ng Arabo e kaliwat-kanan e… kasi nga dahil sa
laki ng kanilang kinikita kada taon… take note… bilibitornat… sabi nila limang
million daw ang income ng SABIC sa kada limang minutong lumilipas… toksyet lang
di ba… pero di ako sure doon…


Kaya nga kahit
papaano… e nanghihinayang ako… dahil tatalikuran ko na ang isang kumpanyang
tanging sa panaginip mo lang maiisip na makakapagtrabaho ka… isang kumpanya na
nakatayo na ng mahigit tatlong dekada… isang kumpanyang kakaiingitan ng lahat
ng kumpanya… pero ok lang… may kagandahan naman ang naidulot sa akin ngayon…
dahil alam niyo bang para akong isang artistang nanalo ng best actor sa FAMAS
Award o di kaya ng ACADEMY Award ng Hollywood… dahil ngayon kahit saang kumpanya
pa ako mag-apply… e tanggap na agad ako… kaliwat-kanan ang alok sa akin na magTV
Guesting… dahil astig na daw ako… dahil nakagawa ako ng Pelikula sa SABIC sa
loob ng dalawang taon… ano pang hinihintay niuo… sakay na…. Hindi ko lang
matanggap-tanggap ang mga project na binibigay ng mga producer sa akin at ng
mga derektor sa akin… dahil nga hawak pa ng ahensya ang aking betlog… pero ok
lang dalawang buwan na rin lang kasi ang hihintayin ko… at tuwalala…  uwian na… uwian na… yahoooo

So pano ba yan mga
pards… hanggang dito na lang muna ako… mwahhahahaha… magliligpit na ako muli ng
aking mga gamit…. Yahoooo….. papaano ko kaya ililigpit ang cabinet ko at kama
ko… hmmmm….


Ok siya…. Paalam na
mo na sa ngayon… baboos….

Finally, my 10,000th reads.

It took me more than three years from my first post in this blog to reach the 5-digit reads up there, and Alhamdulillah, the long duration of waiting for this moment has finally arrived. Finally, after almost four years (my first post was dated January 9, 2009) we have at last reached the 10,000th hit! Hooray! Hooray!
And so, to celebrate this–ehem, ehem– achievement, let me shout out to the sky…
CONGRATULATIONS to ANAK ILUH! Ahahaha!
Kidding aside, it really felt good to have reached that many hits for this humble blog which started basically from scratch and had served as my “trash-can” for the always-rejected-articles I had. From being a personal blog to something I never thought it would be; from discussions on Historical concerns to current events involving my community; from “pampalipas-lang-ng-oras” write-ups to insights regarding problems of the society (and problems I have hehe); this blog had always been another mirror of myself; of how I see things; of what my dreams and aspirations are.
Of course, the 10,000 reads won’t be possible without our readers which are roughly composed of the following:
39% by the accidental readers (those usually searching the keywords: ‘Tausug’, ‘Sulu’, and ‘Anak Iluh’ in Google and other search engines; o included here are the blog-walkers by accident);
48% from my self-accredited ‘avid fans’ (who happen to have nothing to do in their free times and just go here to read, or scan the posts.); and
23% by me, the author ? (who keeps on reading and rereading my posts, checking if I really did it right)
(*Source: Gawa-gawa-lang Statistical Company)
 
Salamat sa mga nagbigay inspirasyon sa akin magsulat: Mam Sam, Kuya Sohayl, Kah Neldy, Indah Kai, the MV and Scientia pipol to name a few;
Salamat sa mga fans sa inyong patuloy na pagsuporta, mabuhay kayo!
Salamat sa lahat ng mga palaging bumibisita sa blog na’to kahit konteng-konte lang talaga napo-post ko;
Salamat sa lahat ng mga nagbibigay ng kanilang mga hinaing at comments (na nabibilang lang);
Salamat sa lahat ng mga naliligaw sa internet at napadpad sa blog ko (sana ipagpatuloy niyo pa rin yan, nakakatul;ong kayo sa pag-asenso ng ating bayan… goodluck);
Salamat sa mga Blog Groups (Tausug Bloggers atbp), mga blogsites na nagbibigay liwanag sa aking mga katanungan, at sa inspirasyon na rin sa mga ideya;
Salamat sa room-mate kong taga IT nung college, si Ahmad Benjir (actually sa project assignment niya na magdesign ng website kung saan mas natuto ako sa kakatanong sa kanya; dude, dami kong natutunan sa HTML…)
Salamat sa Blogspot, sa pagbibigay katuparan sa isa kong mga pangarap (makapublish ng mga katerbang sulatin), kahit tinanggal mo ako sa AdSense kaa wala akong income;
Salamat sa aking munting laptop, na palaging nao-overwork tuwing may ideyang pumapasok sa kokote ko; pati na rin sa partner niyang mga ballpen na naubusan ng ink, at mga scrap papers na napupulot ko lang sa kung saan-saan;
Salamat sa kung sino pa man ang dapat kong pasalamatan.
At salamat sa’yo kaibigan. Kasi sinamahan mo ako hanggang sa huling parte ng post na ito. 🙂
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Marahil hindi na ako makakapost ng madalas tulad ng dati, andami na rin kasing mga dapat kong asikasuhin. Pero, InshaAllah, asahan niyong sa tuwing bubuksan niyo ang blog na ito, sa bawat post na mababasa niyo, ay mayroon kayong makikitang kabuluhan (I hope so. Hehe); at mas makikilala niyo ang taong nasa kabila ng lahat ng kaguluhan, este, kasulatan sa munting blog na ito.
Ito po si Anak Iluh, at your service.
(sa susunod na 10,000th read ulit 😀 )

Salam Kasilasa!

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WE DO NOT BELONG…

By Robert Muhammed Maulana M. Alonto
MILF Peace Negotiating Panel

(Speech delivered during the Annual International Conference of the Philippine Political Science Association (PPSA) hosted by Xavier University at Cagayan de Oro City, April 12-14)

I belong to a generation that is said to have rapidly grown to maturity in a period marked by an exploding political and social turmoil. To borrow the words of Charles Dickens in his classical novel, “A Tale of Two Cities”, that period was “…the best of times and the worst of times”.

It was the ‘60s and pre-martial law ’70. The music of ‘The Beatles’, the ‘Bee Gees’ and ‘Peter, Paul and Mary’ melded with the sounds of street bullhorns and fiery revolutionary slogans emitted by angry voices from the marching crowd of rowdy youthful student demonstrators in their unwashed blue denims chanting defiance and clenching their raised fists at the Establishment. Sounds that also echoed the bursts of gunfire and teargas explosions fired from the phalanx of state security forces out to disperse protestant mass actions and eradicate any form of dissent.

It was a period of rebellion by young activists against a decrepit dog-eat-dog society; a society devoid of morality and conscience whose long-entrenched socials ills had already metamorphosed into a ‘cancer’ exacerbated by the rapacity of a ruling elite oblivious of the ‘unwashed’ hoi polloi consigned to abject silence and helpless resignation while wallowing in the midst of appalling poverty and a hand-to-mouth monotonous life of unmitigated despair on account of hopelessness. It was a period of the coming confrontation between an infant revolution, on one hand, that was born on the streets and campuses – or so we thought then – but had almost withered away when the going was at its toughest, and a reactionary state, on the other, that was well on its way to installing a dictatorship while a so-called dominant middle class – smugly complacent and comfortable in its position of apathy – remained fixated on the bourgeois illusion to reach that rarified atmosphere of wealth, fame, pomp, grandeur and obscene extravagance exclusive only to the elites ensconced in their ivory towers.  

It was in this milieu that our rebellious generation was ‘born’ into; a milieu that inevitably many among us would never see its end because they eventually either fell in one battle or another in the mountains of Mindanao and Sulu or had disappeared in the night never to be seen again. But it was also in this tumultuous milieu whereupon our defiant and rebellious generation earned for itself that nomenclature ‘The First Quarter Storm Generation’.

Belonging to the ‘First Quarter Storm Generation’, as my old friends from the North would invariably aver, confers on this generation that privilege and right to partake of the jubilation accompanying the commemorative celebration of that ‘historic moment’ in 1986 when the Dictatorship, which we all fought against in the streets and, our case, in the jungles of Mindanao in the days of our rebellious youth, finally met its ignominious end. So when by chance in February of this current year (2012) I met these old friends from the North, or what remained of them, sporting the now customary yellow ribbon that has become the symbol of the so-called People Power Revolution in 1986, I was asked why I did not wear one as the occasion of the commemoration of that ‘historic event’ requires, as if it were a coveted badge of honor. “Aren’t you a Moro of the ‘First Quarter Storm Generation’?” so went the friendly but, to me, provocative query.
For old times’ sake, I did not respond to my friends’ incredulous nagging question. Had I told them that I do not belong to what they call the 1986 EDSA People Power Revolution, they would not have understood. They would never have accepted any reason that explains why to a Moro Muslim like me, the commemoration at EDSA does not hold any meaning or import.
But friends are friends whatever the differences may be. I owed them an answer – an answer coming from the recesses of the heart.
And so here it is:
The school of revolution and struggle (jihaad) is the best university that a man can enroll in. Here, there is no graduation, no Ph.D. Learning is constant and ‘infinite’ until one finally joins his Creator. Here, one learns the truism that injustice flourishes like the perennial wild weed because it is watered by the silence and indifference of people. Martin Luther King, Jr. of the American civil rights movement once said: “In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.”

In retrospect, for more than a decade the Marcos dictatorship slaughtered the Bangsamoro people. This was met by silence from the people of the Filipino North. This ‘ethnic cleansing’ went on with intense ferocity and methodical brutality until the Dictatorship turned on the ‘silent people’ themselves and murdered Ninoy Aquino. Then and only then that that ‘silence’ morphed into anger that culminated in what they now call and commemorate as the EDSA Revolution. More than a million people, nay millions of people, surged out into the streets of Manila to kick out a despicable dictator in February 1986.

But in 1970, which was the Ilaga depredations in Mindanao, and up till the entire duration of martial law, more than one million Muslim Moros were uprooted from their homes, over 500,000 had to flee to Sabah (Malaysia), and over 200,000 were killed.

Yet, not even a handful, a hundred, a thousand, a hundred thousand, let alone a million, marched in the streets of Manila to decry the mass slaughter that was going on in Mindanao and Sulu. There were no yellow ribbons, black ribbons, red ribbons or any colored ribbon that one could think of under the rainbow that would even convey or symbolize a modicum of sympathy for the carnage being unleashed on us in the Moro South. Neither were there pins or streamers that read: “Hindi ka Nag-iisa”.
For the stark reality that stared at us during that nightmarish moment under martial law is that we were alone face-to-face with the excessive use of force that the Dictatorship so brutally utilized without compunction and without regard even for the dignity and honor of our Moro Muslim womenfolk. We stood alone in our fight to survive, we were alone when our communities were bombed to kingdom-come, and we were alone when thousands of us died.

In the North, however, it was business as usual. People spent and celebrated their fiestas, Christmases and New Year’s eves oblivious of the bombs that continuously fell on our homes and killed our women and children. In Manila, as in the rest of the country, they sang to the tunes of the hymn of ‘Bagong Lipunan’ praising a dictator who styled himself as the new messiah divined to “make this country great again”, and nodded in silent assent as he made a mockery of human and civil rights and turned freedom into a parody while his ostentatious wife sought to establish a novel synthetic metropolitan culture of the ‘good and beautiful’ against the backdrop of preponderant squatter communities that bared the real ugliness of the face of pervasive squalor and poverty. 

A friend once told Angela Davis, that Afro-American political, anti-war, and human rights activist in the United States in the 60s: “If they come for us in the night, they will come for you in the morning.”
And, indeed, “they” came for us “in the night” but our cries for help and pleas for sympathy were ignored by the people in the North. That is, until “they” came for them “in the morning”…
And this is what they’re celebrating about at EDSA.

As a postscript to EDSA 1986, the Marcos dictatorship may have long been gone but social inequities continue to batter and scar the landscape of an already fractured Filipino society. The predatory, corrupt and scandalous elites are still ensconced in their positions of power and excessive wealth, periodically taking turns in presiding over a failing Philippine State through a manipulable political process they call ‘electoral democracy’. And from their ranks, recycled and ‘rehabilitated’ remnants of the Dictatorship still aspire to become another Marcos while a military establishment that believes it alone could make or unmake a ‘king’ waits at the sideline for the right would-be dictator or tyrant who could offer the right price.

In the South, the Bangsamoro people remain chained to their colonial captivity. And the skies continue to rain bombs on Mindanao and Sulu. After Marcos, three all-out wars devastated the Bangsamoro homeland, and the now familiar story of Moro civilian displacement repeated itself again and has since gone on ad infinitum and ad nauseam. The victims’ cries are met no longer by a deafening silence but by collective approbation from the people of the North who now see the Moro Muslim as a ‘terrorist’. But in their conventional prejudice, little do the Filipinos who gather annually at EDSA, and in this country for that matter, realize that the Moro Muslim, whose aspiration is simply to be free, has become the convenient scapegoat for the monumental failure of their corrupt ruling elites to save their sinking ship of state.
No EDSA, or any other EDSA for that matter, will save this sinking ship of state from going down into the depths of the sea until the Filipinos discover for themselves the true meaning of justice, especially in respect of the oppressed Bangsamoro in the South and the masses of people all over the Philippine State floundering helplessly and aimlessly in an ocean of social and political injustice. Nor would counter-insurgency measures, no matter how they are well dressed up with so-called reforms such as what they’re currently doing to that “failed experiment” they call the ARMM, will put closure to the Moro Question. 
The Moro Question is, to put it simply, an issue of the colonization of the Bangsamoro homeland. It is not an issue that has invariably deliberately and mischievously been presented by the ruling regimes of the Philippine State as ‘secession’, for our Moro forefathers never willingly and voluntarily acceded to joining the then nascent political entity in 1935 and 1946, let alone in 1898, now called the Philippine Republic. Our homeland was occupied and converted into a colonial territory of the Philippine State with us, Moros, as the colonial subjects.  It is as simple as that. As such, the Moro Question is also a primordial issue of decolonization, of Moro right to self-determination, and, therefore, of Moro liberation.
This, the Filipinos should now know if they are to understand the sovereignty-based conflict in Mindanao and Sulu.

Like a spiritual epiphany, the Filipinos must come to realize by now that the institutionalization and, therefore, the preponderance of justice should not be left alone in the hands of the whimsical ruling elites, who are themselves the source of injustice, but it is a collective mandatory moral obligation of the people that takes precedence over any political or constitutional expediency. Absent that and what EDSA, or the many EDSAs in the pipeline, would merely be churning out is a Joseph Estrada, a Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo, or, worse, another Ferdinand Marcos.

This, my friends from the Philippine State, is among the reasons why we cannot join the commemorative celebration of your EDSA People Power Revolution.
This, my friends, should also underscore why we reject and resist full incorporation into the Philippine State by way of integration and assimilation. If Filipino-Bangsamoro relationship is to work, it could only be by way of free association and ‘parity of esteem’; or, if that does not even work, then separation is the ultimate solution. 

Give us, Moros, back our freedom, give us back what is left of our occupied Homeland, give us back our Moro nationhood, and perhaps we will celebrate your EDSA and other national holidays with you.
It’s now or never.
Thank you and wa assalaamo ‘alaykom.       
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Revisiting lihal Quran project

The Lihal Qur’an Project Team of MYMPD and iTN members visiting the recipient children in San Roque, Zamboanga City, Philippine, this morning. Babu’ Dayang Allay and her murid (pupil) Inda’ Marhama reading Quran with typical Tausug pronunciation.This …

PENGIKTIRAFAN ALJAZEERA TERHADAP HATI BESI TAUSUG!!

PAHLAWAN TAUSUG sedang siapsiaga melawan Tentera Amerika Syarikat yang datang ke Jolo untuk menundukkan mereka. Foto tahun 1900-an, Jolo, Sulu Darul Islam. Ketika BANGSA-BANGSA lain di Nusantara telah SUJUD kepada SATRU’ (seteru kafir) yang menjajah me…

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tak mahu yang lain..

Bahagia tu juga rezeki kan.. bila ingatan dan penghargaan datangnya dari jauh.. bila harapan dari yang dekat nampaknya tiada tanda dilayan.. bukan diharap tapi kalau tak mampu memudahkan.. sekurangnya usahlah menyukarkan.. tapi hati.. kuatnya ia bukan …

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Are You Malaysian?

I’ve been asked twice today if I was Malaysian during my first day of on-the-job training or internship at Petronas Energy Philippines Inc. in  Iligan (mother company of Petronas Philippines). And someone from Petronas Malaysia who happened to vis…

Music and Lyrics 006: Can’t Cry Hard Enough

3rd floor, Phase I, room 309, III Mercury ng Zamboanga City West High, tanda ko pa, nasa pasilyo ako, nakadungaw pababa, kitang kita ko sila, paksyet, magkasama na naman sila, kung nakakamatay lang ang pagmumura, siguradong kalansay na ang lalakeng yun ngayon, dahil sa tuwing nakikita kong magksama sila, di ko siya tinitigilan hanggat di siya natatadtad ng mga mura ko.


II Graphite, 2nd year high school ako ng maging syota ko “Si“, maganda, matalino, at kamukha ni Joyce Jemenez, one length ang buhok, kaliwete at higit sa lahat morena,  malakas ang kanyang sex appeal, sa love letter ko siya unang nilagawan sa love letter din niya ako sinagot at sa love letter din niya ako binasted, yahoo, ako na ang hari ng love letter, kasi bukod sa pagbasted niya sa akin sa love letter, sa kanya ko rin kinukuha ang mga stationeries na ginagamit ko sa pinapadala kong mga sulat sa kanya, ako na di ba?


Nakalimutan ko na kung ano ang pinag-awayan namin, basta ang naaalala ko, kinabukasan may pinaabot siyang sulat sa akin, masaya naman akong nagbasa, kasi akala ko makikipagbati na siya sa akin, yun pala, nakikipag hiwalay na ang lola mo, tae, putakte, umiyak ang ilong ko ng mabasa ko ang sulat niya, packing tape, for the first time in my life, nakatikim ako ng pambabasted ng isang bakla e este babae pala, siya aking unang nakarelasyon, bagamat matatawag na puppy love e naging masaya naman kaming dalawa, naging maharot at marupok ang aming pagsasama, siya rin ang unang nambasted sa akin, huhuhuhu….


Nang dumating ang summer, sobra ko siyang hinanap-hanap, namiss ko ang mga kulitan namin, namiss ko ang paghaharutan namin, namiss ko ang habulan namin, namiss ko ang kanyang nguso habang kumakain ng puding sa canteen na sinasabayan pa niya ng pamaya-mayang pagsinghot sa tumutulo niyang sipon, yahoo, gandang-ganda ako sa kanya, tapos ngingisi-ngisi siya sa akin at sasabihin niyang pakagat naman ng banana-Q mo, ako naman bilang isang nagbibinatilyo, masaya na ako sa ganoong sestema, ibibigay ko naman sa kanya ang banana-Q ko at pakakagatin siya.


Unang araw ng pasukan ng 3rd year, masayang-masaya akong pumasok sa eskwelahan namin, bagamat alam kong magkaiba na ang sekyon namin, ok na rin sa akin, kasi alam kong makikita ko rin naman siya pagsapit ng uwian, pwede ko siyang sabayan sa paguwi, pwede ko siyang pasakayin ng jeep, pwede ko na siyang ilibre ulit ng puding, pero nagkamali pala ako, dahil ito nga, toksyet, magkasama na naman ang dalawa, saan ba sila nagkakilala, paano sila naging magnobyo’t nobya, tae talaga, napaka sakla nito, sa loob ng isang taon, noong 3rd year high school ako, di ko masasabing lubusan ang kasiyahan ko, dahil sa sakit na nararamdaman ko sa tuwing nakikita ko silang magkasama, napapailing na lang ako at napapatanaw sa dalampasigan na nasa harap lang ng aming paaralan, nag-iisip, nagtatanong, saan ba ako nagkamali, Katapusan na ng mundo ko, LORD BAKIT AKO PA???? ANO ANG NAGAWA KONG KASALANAN, gusto kong magwala, gusto kong sumigaw, gusto kong umiyak, but I can’t cry hard enough. NAKSSSSS….


Kinailangan ko magtransfer ng paaralan noong 4th year high school na ako, para makalimutan ko lang siya, kinailangan kong iwanan ang aking mga naging katropa sa West-High, para mahanap ko ang aking katahimikan, syet-toksyet, kinailangan ko pang gawin ito, para matagpuan ko ang aking sarili. Yahoo ako na….

Can’t cry hard enough, It was 1992, halos kasabayan ng kantang ito ang kantang Heaven Knows ni Rick Price, isa rin ito sa mga paborito kong kanta, paksyet, na hanggang ngayon e talaga namang napakasarap paring pakinggan, ito ay kantang nagmula sa William Brothers, Can’t cry hard enough, sa tuwing naririnig ko ang kantang iyan, ang mga bagay na pumapasok sa isipan ko ay ang mga unang karanasan ko noong High School pa lang ako, I-Bravo sa MEIN College High School, at sa West High noong 2nd and 3rd year ako tapos balik sa MEIN College ng mag 4th year na ako, mula noon, hanggang ngayon naging paborito ko na ang kantang iyan, paboritong kantahin sa tuwing nalulungkot ako, sa tuwing masaya ako,  sa tuwing nagiisa ako, at higit sa lahat sa tuwing nasa loob ako ng aming kubeta. Masarap din yan kantahin lalo na kapag sintonado kang katulad ko, nyehehehe.


Anyway here is the song, like what I’ve said it is originally from William brother’s but I can’t find the original in Videokeman.com so I will just give you Jed Madela’s version of Can’t cry hard enough.


Can’t cry hard enough.
Jed Madela

I’m gonna live my life

Like everyday’s the last

Without a simple goodbye

It all goes by so fast

And now that you’re gone

I can’t cry hard enough

No I can’t cry hard enough

For you to hear me now

Can I open my eyes

And see for the first time

I’ve let go of you like

A child letting go of his kite

There it goes

Up in the sky

There it goes

Beyond the clouds

For no reason why

I can’t cry hard enough

No I can’t cry hard enough

For you to hear me now

Can I look back in vain

And see you standing there

With all that remains

Its just an empty chair

And now that you’re gone

I can’t cry hard enough

No I can’t cry hard enough

For you to hear me now

There it goes

Up in the sky

There it goes

Beyond the clouds

For no reason why

I can’t cry hard enough

No I can’t cry hard enough

For you to hear me now






here is a video of song from William Brothers


Can’t cry hard enough





enjoy


Shukran

That Cute Song by Soko

Is it me? Or is the song too cute? 🙂 It’s just today that I learned about Soko and this song. It made me puke rainbows. REALLY! 

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My blog is turning 3

It was back in April 2009 when I entered the blogosphere. I made this blog as my first one. Therefore today is the 3rd blogversary of this blog. I may not be good enough in blogging but I am thankful and proud enough that somehow there are some readers…

a house of cats

I live in a two-bedroom bungalow with twelve cats. Upon entering the door, a tall bookshelf stands on your left and on the right next to the front window is another book shelf the height of a console containing more books, DVDs and memorabilia. Further…

Good Times, Great Melody

Favourite songs will remain a favourite. That’s what I just learned few days now. I’ve been listening to the song of Heart entitled Secret for almost two days now. The first time I played the song on Youtube, nostalgia came to me. I can tell that many …

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partying in bacolod

I like Bacolod for a lot of reasons. The food. The hospitality. The awesome view from the plane when it touches down (it reminded me of my trip to Iowa in 2008 for my writing residency). And of course, the parties. I was in Bacolod in mid February…

Uhm, Speech-Less

It was almost 5 in the afternoon when my phone rang, displaying an incoming call from an unknown number. I picked it up and answered the call with the classical “Hello?””Salam Utuh Ahmad,” a woman’s voice was on the other side of the line, “Are you her…

Macro Series 2.0

One of my favorites in Photography is the wonderful world of Macros. Small things go big; miniatures go giants, and even the tiniest-most of the times ignored things-will go WOW!Here are some of my Macro Magic Collections:=0=0=0=0=0=0=Bloom(untitled) I…

Dessert Delight

Desert Delight:During one of my college days as Student Photojournalist, I was once hired (?) bu a small restaurant to take shots of their menus and desserts. (It was not an official “hiring”; I was after the experience I will gain and not the Peso bil…

Wacky Signs, Part 2.

We are surrounded by signs: Posters, announcements, road signs, notes, directions, street names, brand names, and all. They are so much important in our lives in delivering the ‘messages’ they bring that we can not practically live without them. They k…

Round About



Here I am again with my Survey-Survey Series… it’s all about me and will always be…. Since no body is asking me to be in their guest list (maybe because I am not that popular to attract readers…..) … well who cares… I can make one of my own… ehehehehe… I decided again to put myself in the hot seat of my own blog… hyehehehe…

Ok let’s do this…

Round About  
Eye Color:  Pure Black…
Hair Color:  It’s black but if it grows longer it become between black and brown….
Height:  I have a cute height.
Favorite Color:  Black and Orange.
Screen Name:  musingan
Favorite Band:  Too many to mention…. RHCP, EHEADS
Favorite Movie: Too many to mentions…. To named few (Armageddon, Spiderman, She’s All that, Scar Face).
Favorite Show: I am addicted with Walking Dead right now… 
Your Car:  My Car???? Why how about your car?
Your Hometown:  Zamboanga City.
Your Present Town:  as of now I am in Riyadh City, KSA.
Your Crushes First Name:  Anne.
Your Style:  I am just an artist who can appreciate the Hip-hop and Thrasher…


Have You Ever 
Sat on your rooftop?  Hahahahaha.. My room is on the roof top now…
Kissed someone in the rain?  YES… oh yeah…
Danced in a public place?  Ahahhaha… of course I did…
Smiled for no reason?  Hahahahahaha… I am guilty…
Laughed so hard you cried?  Hahahha.. oh men… I sure I did…
Peed your pants after age 8?  Hahahha… this is something… yes yes yes….
Written a song?  I even recorded it… my own song…..
Sang to someone for no reason?  Yes…. It was horrible…
Performed on a stage?  “YSM: One Magical Night… yes… I did…”
Talked to someone you don’t know?  Mostly inside a bus..
Made out in a theatre?  What do you mean.. as in sex??? It was just an intimate dating…
Gone roller skating since 8th grade?  I used to… but I was freshmen in collage then…
Been in love?  YES!!!! Long time ago….


Who was the last person to 
Say HI to you?  Our Tea boy here in the office… just awhile ago.
Tell you, I love you?  My niece… she tell me that she loves me.. last night.. in chat room then asked me to buy PSP for her…
Kiss you?  My Mom…. Two years ago…
Hug you?  My friend.. who is in Dammam now…
Tell you BYE?  I think yesterday… one of the scientist here in our department.
Write you a note?  Hahahha… my supervisor… asking for something…
Call your cell phone?  Dexter.. just awhile ago…
Buy you something?  Sad to say… none… as of these days….
Go with you to the movies?  Chelle and her boyfriend….. last two years ago….
Sing to you?  None…
Write a poem about you?  Ahahhahha… we call each other TOL… because she is one of my bestfriend…
Text message you?  My father who is in the Philippines writher now. It was yesterday.

What’s the last 
Time you laughed?  Just now… when I read this questions.. It made me laugh…
Time you cried?  That was two months ago.. when I heard a bad news … it made my tears fall… just a few tears…
Movie you watched?  Can’t remember.. I am more into series now… I’m watching “No Ordinary Family” now….
Joke you told?  I do joke every now and then… 
Song you’ve sang?  On our way here… I sing skyline pigeon…
Time you’ve looked at the clock?  Just now.. 11:01am
Drink you’ve had? Water… 
Book you’ve read?  “Eros: huwag lang di makaraos”
Food you’ve eaten?  “Hopia… I am eating right now”
Shoes you’ve worn?  My old wacky Diesel Shoes…
Store you’ve been in?  can’t remember the name… but it was in Batha…

Can You 
Write with both hands?  Yes… but not in good pattern…
Whistle?  Yes again…
Blow a bubble?  Yes….
Roll your tongue in a circle? Yes…. 
Cross your eyes?  Ahahahah.. of course…
Touch your tongue to your nose?  Nope.. I can.. But I know someone who can do that…
Dance?  Nope….  
Stay up a whole night without sleep?  Yes… I am a former Call Center Agent in the Philippines…
Speak a different language?  Yes… I can speak a little Malay and Arabic…
Impersonate someone I haven’t tried it yet.. but I think I can….
Prank call people?  Nope…. Never did….
Make a card pyramid?  I tried before… but I failed
Cook anything?  I always cook….


Finish The Line 
If i were a… “Superhero… it would be cool”
I wish …  “I could be.. every little thing you want….”
So many people don’t know that …  “I am fun to be with… easy to be loved… I am cool and has a nice attitude….”
I am …  “Just I am… nothing more and nothing els…”
My heart …  “Goes shalalalala… Shalala in the morning… goes shalalalala… Shalala in the sunshine…”



And there you go…. My never ending survey about myself… ehehehehe

Thanks

we have a picture lock.

After toiling for weeks in the editing room with my editor Arnel Barbarona, we have a picture lock. It is ten minutes shorter than we have projected. Editing on site during the shoot made our work easier. At the end of each day, we assembled the shots …

Dr. Ammar Eustaqio working for Peace thru Education

Is working for peace a way to die? As paradoxical as it may sound, this is one of the first thought that crossed my mind when I heard the news of the death of Dr. Arturo ‘Ammar’ Eustaqio III. Although I don’t know him personally and has never met him, deep inside me, I feel an inexplicable ‘closeness’ to him. Since the time I came to know about his conversion to Islam years ago, there was in me a degree of desire of wanting to know him more. And so I ‘googled’ him up and searched for his email address, sent it but I got an email failure delivery reply. At that time he wasn’t still the president and UZ was still ZAEC.

As an enthusiast in  education and specifically Islamic Education, there was a subconscious process in my mind that made the connection between the personality of Dr. Ammar (may Allah have mercy on him) and the education of Muslims in Southwestern Philippines – Zambasulta area (Zamboanga, Basilan, Sulu, Tawi-Tawi). I felt that he can play a vital role in providing education to the underprivileged Muslim youth in a region where literacy rates is among lowest in the country.

At that time (circa 2005), there was an inverse relationship between my interest in education as a means of liberation and my stance towards revolution. My understanding of the Fiqh of Muslim minorities requires the Muslim to be part of the political process and nation building endeavors. When my children got bigger, the psychological demand for quality Islamic education is slowly growing in my head. This led me to a quest of looking for visionaries who shares the same sense of responsibility and urgency. Alhamdulillah for the great visions and amazing intellects of Islamic education advocates like Sherma Sappari, Warina Jukuy and Mark Santos, the Mindanao Islamic Education Conference 2012 will insha Allah transpire on the 10th of April 2012.

Now back to Dr. Ammar, he was supposedly one of the key discussants of the Focus Group Discussion in the conference. For me, it would be a dream came true to finally meet him and hear his thoughts about the role of education of Muslims in Southern Philippines. Universidad de Zamboanga, UZ, has the overwhelming number of share of enrollees in the region 9 area and a lot of Muslim students prefer UZ as their school.
But, Allah has decreed and He does whatever He wills, he was shot dead 9 days before the conference.

Searching again his name in google I came accross a PDF file entitled “Education and Peace“. He eloquently expressed that servitude and slavery – in many forms –  hasn’t vanished in the modern world and that education is the way to freedom. Recognizing that peace can be achieved by giving education to the underprivileged, he wrote:

‘The more “underprivileged” are granted access to educational opportunities, the less “discontents” there will be.’

 To me, and probably for others as well, I believe that Dr. Ammar, or ‘Sir Archie’ practiced what he preached. Unlike those who just talk of peace, he practiced it by allowing Muslim student in UZ more freedom to practice their religion while they undergo education and training.

To end this, I say the same thing Sir…

Education for freedom!  Let this be our battle cry in our quest for peace. 

Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi rajioon.

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Dahas


Habang nag-iisang nagpapahinga si Elina sa ilalim ng puno ng mangga sa likod bahay nina Tata Temyo, tahimik naman siyang pinagmamasdan ni Lando ang kanyang amahin, simula’t sapol pa lang inaabangan na niya ang paglaki ni Elena, walang sino mang lalake ang pupuwedeng lumapit dito kundi siguradong uuwing bugbug sarado, alam ito ni Elena, pero wala siyang magagawa, dahil sa kanilang baryo si Lando na ang pinaka-tandang, siga ng lipunan, salot ng bayan, walang sino man ang nangahas na labanan siya, kaya wala siyang magawa sa pagpoprotekta sa kanya ni Lando ang kanyang amahin, total na-isip niya na mukhang nakakabuti naman sa kanya ito, dahil hindi siya natulad sa iba niyang mga kaibigan at kakilala na maagang nabuntis dahil sa kakalandi, total ika niya, hindi naman siya ginugulo ni Lando, yun nga lang minsan e naaasiwa siya kapag alam niyang nasa paligid niya ang lalakeng iniiwasan.


Sa araw ngang ito, dumating ang kanyang kinatatakutan, habang tahimik siyang nagpapahinga sa ilalim ng punong mangga, hindi niya napansin ang paglapit naman ng panganib sa kanya, si Lando na mukhang nababaliw na, nagulat siya ng makitang nasa kanyang likuran na ito, “Lando?” sambit niya, “Elena” sagot naman sa kanya ni Lando, “Kamusta ka na, matagal na akong naghihintay na maangkin ka, at ngayon ito na ang pagkakataon, mapapasakin ka na”, pagpapatuluy ng lalake sa kanyang sinasabi, “Huh? Anong ibig mong sabihin”, may halong kaba ang kanyang boses, alam niya na lahat ay pupuwedeng gawin ni Lando dahil alam niyang walang papalag dito, lalo na’t wala ang kanyang Amo, alam niyang siya’y nasa piligro, ngumiti lang ang lalaki at lumapit sa kanya, lumayo naman siya at akmang aalis para humanap ng saklolo, pero huli na, umikot sa kanya ang lalake saka siya hinawakan sa ulo, “Saan ka pupunta Elena?” , “Lando kung ano man ang iniisip mo, maawa ka, huwag mo ng ituluy”.


Pero wala na rin siyang nagawa, tuluyan ng nakuha ni Lando ang kanyang pagkababae, pumaibabaw agad ito sa kanya, habang hawak-hawak siya nito sa kanyang ulo, kitang-kita naman ito ni Emilio, ang lalakeng kanyang hinahangaan, pero wala rin itong nagawa, takot ito kay Lando, pumikit na lang ito habang tinatawag ni Elena ang kanyang pangalan, tiniis niya ang babaeng minamahal na ginagahasa ni Lando sa likod bahay nina Tata Temyo, nagmamakaawa si Elena habang nagpupumiglas, “Lando maawa ka”, pero huli na, dahil nairaos na ni Lando ang kanyang init sa dalaga ng walang nakikialam, nailabas na ni Lando ang lahat ng kanyang kinikimkim na init sa katawan, nanlulumong iniwan ni Lando si Elena habang umiiyak, walang nagawa dahil sa kanilang bayan, si Lando ang batas, gustuhin man niyang magreklamo, wala rin siyang magagawa, dahil habang papalayo si Lando, nakita niya ang kanyang Amo at mukhang natuwa pa sa ginawa sa kanya ni Lando.


Nagtatago si Elena, marahil nahihiya sa nangyari sa kanya, makalipas ang ilang araw, sa wakas napisa na ang mga Itlog ni Elena, tuwang-tuwa si Tata Temyo, dahil nakabuo na naman ang kanyang Tandang na si Lando, ang kawawang si Elena, ngayon ay inahin na.


Tiktilaooookkkkk…. Happy April Fools Days.



Nuffnang Love

I’ve been a nuffnanger ever since I started to know about Nuffnang which was a year or two years ago. And for that long period, I have taken for granted this advertising company. 

Seriously, I didn’t even think that I will reach a hundred peso…