nalen’s soul

On Educating Migrants

Written on September 9, 2007 – 8:43 pm | by nalen

Educating Migrants?

Here comes another brouhaha from a sosyal who happened to be a co-writer of Ms. Malou Fernandez in the great, very great Manila Standard. Now I think these people behind this infamous broadsheet are celebrating the mainstream.

Malou Fernandez got her name famous online and in the media as well so why not he, Emil Jurado? As the issue on discriminating OFW, the Domestic helpers and those Overseas Contract workers doing odd jobs is almost fading (getting warmer after the big heat), here is Mr. Emil Jurado writing nonsense, a subject that most of us already know even without mentioning that there were movie producers who adopted the storyline in their films several times right? Remember Anak, Milan, Dubai and many more? They made big money. Moviegoers liked those films because they see themselves in the stories.

So what is new then? Nothing! What is the purpose? Simple, he just wants another page for himself and I’ll give him what he wants because I’m good.

Mr. Jurado, you judged OFW easily even if you say "our new heroes". I am  OFW who is currently earning dollars and helping the Philippines shore up its economy. I have travelled "economy class" few times with some OFW’s, white people and Asians but I never heard any single remarks like, "….ang mga sosyal!" Some would usually say it to pitch a joke but in most cases they will not say it to other people whom they do not know or they will keep it to themselves. If in any case they hurt anynone, they would definitely say "SORRY" immediately. I am thinking that maybe you’re just imagining things because you want something to write about so you can follow Malou Fernandez footsteps?

Now, if you’re embarrassed with our fellow Filipinos who eats with their hands in Hong Kong and Kowloon sides, that’s your problem. Why don’t you try doing that too? Maybe you’ll enjoy it. Come on, just try, it won’t kill you.

My advice is for you to read the chapter 4 of The Poverty of Memory: Essays on History and Empire by Renato Redentor Constantino that tackled the lives of Overseas Filipina Workers in Hong Kong. And yes, don’t forget to try to immerse with poor people in the Philippines so you would understand why these people embarrassed you.

Oh, I don’t care if you look down on us…but sorry to disappoint you. I JUST PITY YOU because you don’t know anything about the lives of these people.  While you’re writing about educating us migrants, why don’t you start educating yourself too?

And one more thing, I’m in Canada and they too are also loud specially when they are excited and happy or just simply talking, well that is what I observed not imagined.

Posted in Weblogs | 5 Comments »

my horoscope for today

Written on March 28, 2007 – 9:27 pm | by nalen

Sagittarius (Nov 22 - Dec 21)[?]

Posted in paningit | 3 Comments »

Yuhoooooooooooo!!!!!

Written on March 20, 2007 – 10:51 pm | by nalen

yuhoooooooooooo lang

tapos wala na…………………………

Posted in Mula sa Puso..... | No Comments »

How To Stay Married

Written on January 25, 2007 – 12:47 am | by nalen

A man and woman had been married for more than 60 years. They had
Shared everything. They had talked about everything. They had kept
No secrets from each other except that the little old woman had a shoe
Box in the top of her closet that she had cautioned her husband
Never to open or ask her about.

For all of these years, he had never thought about the box, but one
Day the little old woman got very sick and the doctor said she would
Not recover. In trying to sort out their affairs, the little old man took
Down the shoe box and took it to his wife’s bedside.
She agreed that it was time that he should know what was in the box.
When he opened it, he found two crocheted dolls and a stack of money
Totaling $25,000. He asked her about the contents. "When we were to
Be married," she said, "my grandmother told me the secret of a happy
Marriage was to never argue. She told me that if I ever got angry with
you,
I should just keep quiet and crochet a doll."

The little old man was so moved; he had to fight back tears. Only
Two precious dolls were in the box. She had only been angry with him two
Times in all those years of living and loving. He almost burst with
Happiness. "Honey," he said, "that explains the doll, but what
about all of this money? Where did it come from?"

"Oh," she said, "that’s the money I made from selling the
dolls."

Posted in from my inbox | No Comments »

Written on December 14, 2006 – 7:17 pm | by nalen

"The power of positive thinking can work like a pair of wings to get you where you need to be."

Posted in Uncategorized | No Comments »

2 nuns

Written on November 8, 2006 – 6:54 pm | by nalen

  SM: So, what shall we do? At this rate he will
  reach us in one minute.

  SL: The only logical thing we can do is split.
  You go that way and
  I’ll go this way. He cannot follow us both.

  So the man decided to follow Sister Logical.

  Sister Mathematical arrives at the convent and is
  worried about what has happened to Sister
  Logical.

Then Sister Logical arrives.

SM: Sister Logical! Thank God you are here!
Tell me what happened!

SL: The only logical thing happened.
The man couldn’t follow us both, so he followed
me

SM: Yes, yes! But what happened then?

SL: The only logical thing happened. I started to
run
as fast as I could and he started to run as fast
as he could.
SM: And?

SL: The only logical thing happened. He reached
me.

SM: Oh, dear! What did you do?

SL: The only logical thing to do.
I lifted my dress up.

SM: Oh, Sister! What did the man do?

  SL: The only logical thing to do.
  He pulled down his pants.

  SM: Oh, no! What happened then?
  SL: Isn’t it logical, Sister?
  A nun with her dress up can run faster than man
  with his pants down.

And for those of you who thought it would be
dirty,
Say two Hail Marys!

Posted in Uncategorized | No Comments »

dOes Love nEEd a reAsOn?

Written on August 28, 2006 – 11:09 pm | by nalen

Lady: Why do you like me..?

Why do you love me?

Man: I can’t tell the reason.. but I really like

you..

Lady: You can’t even tell me the reason…

How can you say you like me?

How can you say you love me?

Man: I really don’t know the reason,

but I can prove that I love you.

Lady: Proof? No! I want you to tell me the

reason. My friend’s boyfriend can tell her why

he loves her but not you!

Man: Ok ok!!! Erm… because you’re beautiful,

because your voice is sweet,

because you are caring,

because you are loving,

because you are thoughtful,

because of your smile,

because of your every movements..

Unfortunately, a few days later, the Lady met

an accident and became a vegetable.

The Guy then placed a letter by her side, and

here is the content:

Dearest,

Because of your sweet voice that I love you…

Now can you talk? No!

Therefore I cannot love you.

Because of your care and concern that I like

you.. Now that you cannot show them,

therefore I cannot love you.

Because of your smile, because of your every

movements that I love you..

Now can you smile? Now can you move?

No, therefore I cannot love you…

If love needs a reason, like now, there is no

reason for me to love you anymore.

But does love need a reason?

I still love you… Because love doesn’t need one.

Posted in from my inbox | No Comments »

AWIT NG PAG-IBIG

Written on August 22, 2006 – 1:22 am | by nalen

Maisusulat ko ang pinakamalungkot na berso ngayong gabi.

 

 

Maisusulat ko, halimbawa: “mabituin ang gabi

At nanginginig, bughaw ang mga tala sa malayo.”

 

 

Lumiligid sa langit ang simoy-gabi at umaawit.

 

 

Maisusulat ko ang pinakamalungkot na berso ngayong gabi.

Minahal ko siya, at minahal din niya ako paminsan-minsan.

 

 

Sa mga gabing ganito, ibinilanggo ko siya sa aking mga bisig

Ulit-ulit ko siyang hinagkan sa lilim ng walang hanggang langit.

 

 

Minahal din niya ako, paminsan-minsan ko rin siyang minahal.

Sino ang hindi iibig sa kanyang mga matang malaki’t tahimik?

 

 

Maisusulat ko ang pinakamalungkot na berso ngayong gabi.

Maiisip kasing hindi na siya akin. Madaramang wala na siya sa akin.

 

 

Maririnig ang gabing malawak, at mas lumalawak kung wala siya

At pumapatak sa kaluluwa ang bersong tila hamog sa pastulan.

 

 

Ano naman kung hindi mabantayan ng aking pag-ibig.

Mabituin ang gabi at hindi siya kapiling.

 

 

Ito na ang lahat. May umaawit sa malayo. Sa malayo.

Hindi mapanatag ang kaluluwa ko pagkawala niya.

 

 

Upang waring ilapit siya, hinahanap siya ng aking mata.

Hinahanap waring ilapit siya ng aking puso, at hindi siya kapiling.

 

 

Ganito rin ang gabing nagpupusyaw sa ganito ring mga
punongkahoy.

Kami, sa tagpong iyon, ang nagbabago.

 

 

Hindi ko na siya mahal, natitiyak ko, ngunit minahal ko   siya nang todo.

Hinahanap ng tinig ko ang simoy upang hipuin ang kanyang  pandinig.

 

 

Nasa iba. Siya’y nasa iba. Tulad noong katalik siya ng aking  mga halik.

Ang kanyang tinig, malinaw na katawan. Ang kanyang matang walang hanggan.

 

 

Hindi ko siya mahal, natitiyak ko, ngunit baka mahal ko siya.

Napakaikli ng pag-ibig, napakahaba ng paglimot.

 

 

Dahil sa mga gabing ganito na ibinilanggo ko siya sa aking mga bisig.

Hindi mapanatag ang kaluluwa ko pagkawala niya.

 

 

Kahit ito na ang huling pighating ipapataw niya sa akin,

At ito ang huling mga bersong isusulat ko para sa kanya.

(mula sa blog ni bingskee, katha ito ni Pablo Neruda na “Cancion de la Amor” na isinalin sa tagalog, hindi maikakaila na magaling ang naturang manunulat, at masasabi ko rin na napakagaling ng tagapagsalin sa tagalog, sayang nga lamang at walang nakita si bingskee sa magasin na pinagkuhanan niya ng tula ng pangalan ng tagasalin.)

Posted in Uncategorized | No Comments »

interesting conversation:

Written on August 14, 2006 – 6:58 pm | by nalen

an ATHEIST professor of philosophy speaks to his class on the problem science has with
God, The Almighty.
he ask one of his new students to stand and….

Prof.:

so you believe in God?
Student: absolutely, sir.
Prof.: is God good?
Student: sure.
Prof.: is God all-powerful?
Student: yes.
Prof.:
my brother died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal him.
Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill, but God didn’t.
how is this God good then? Hmm?
Student:
(student is silent)
Prof.: you can’t answer can you? let’s start again, young fella.. is God good?
Student: yes.
Prof.: is satan good?
Student: no.
Prof.: where does satan come from?
Student:
from….. God.
Prof.:
that’s right.. tell me son, is there evil in this world?
Student: yes.
Prof.: Evil is everywhere, isn’t it? and God did make everything… correct?
Student: yes.
Prof.: so who created evil?
Student: (student does not answer)
Prof.: is there sickness, immorality? hatred? ugliness? all these terrible things exist in the world, don’t they?
Student:
yes sir.
Prof.:
so, who created them?
Student:
(student has no answer)
Prof.: science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Tell me son… have you ever seen God?
Student: no, sir.
Prof.: tell us if you have ever heard your God?
Student:
no, sir.
Prof.: Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelt your God? have you ever had any sensory perception of God for that matter?
Student:
no, sir. i’m afraid i haven’t.
Prof.: yet you still believe in him?
Student: yes.
Prof.: according to empirical, testable, demonstrable, protocol, science says your God doesn’t exist. what do you say to that, son?
Student: nothing. i only have my faith.
Prof.: yes, faith, and that is the problem science has.
Student: professor, is there such a thing as heat?
Prof.: yes.
Student: and is there such a thing as cold?
Prof.: yes.
Student: no sir. there isn’t.
(the lecture theater becomes, very quite with this turn of events.)
Student:
sir, you can have lots of heat even more heat, super heat, mega heat,
white heat, a little heat or no heat. but we don’t have anything called
cold. we can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can’t
go any further after that. there is no such thing as cold. cold is only
a word we use to describe the absence of heat. we cannot measure cold.
heat is energy.. . . cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the
absence of it.

(there is pin-drop silence in the lecture theatre).
Student:
what about darkness, professor? is there such thing as darkness?
Prof.:
yes. what is night if there isn’t darkness?
Student:
you’re wrong again, sir. darkness is the absence of something. you can
have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light . . . . .
but if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and its called
darkness isn’t it . . . , if it were you, would you be able to make darkness darker, wouldn’t you?
Prof.:
so what is the point you are making, young man?
Student:
sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.
Prof.:
flawed? can you explain how?
Student:

s i r, you are working on the premise of duality, you argue there is
life and then there is death, a good God and a bad God. you are viewing
the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. sir,
science can’t even explain a thought. it uses electricity and
magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one.
to view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact
that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. death is not the
opposite of life: just the absence of it. . . . now tell me, profess
or. . . . . . . . do you teach us students that they evolved from a
monkey?
Prof.:
if you are referring to the natural evolutionary process’s, yes, of course, i do.
Student:
have you ever observed evolution with our own eyes, sir?
Prof.:
(the professor shakes his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument is going.)
Student:

since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and
cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you
not teaching your opinion sir? are you not a scientist but a preacher?
Prof.:
(the class is in uproar.)
Student: is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor’s brain?
Prof.: (the class breaks out into laughter.)
Student:
is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor’s brain, felt it,
touched or smelt it?…… no one appears to have done so… so,
according to the established rules of empirical, testable,
demonstrable, protocol, science says that you have no brain, sir.

with due respect, sir. how do we then trust your lectures, sir?
Prof.:
(the room is silent, the professor stares at the student, his face unfathomable.)
Prof.: i guess you’ll have to take them on faith, son.
Student: that’s it sir… the link between man & God is FAITH. that is all that keep things moving & alive.

Posted in Uncategorized | 5 Comments »

Reasons to Like a Woman……

Written on July 31, 2006 – 8:28 pm | by nalen

 

Respect
Her
.

***I was so delighted when i received this email from a male friend blogger… one pogi points sa pagkalalaki niya ito for sure ….. kung noon madalas akong sumigaw ng     mabuhay ang mga kababaihan ..ngayon …isinisigaw ko na mabuhay ang isang lalaki na tulad niya na nakikita ang kahalagahan ng isang babae sa buhay!

Posted in Uncategorized | No Comments »