Refocusing Perspectives

A month ago, friends introduced a not-so new restaurant round the bend, within Iligan city, for a taste of their unlimited buffet food service. That meeting in that resto ended with a discourse on the kinds of palatable menu shared and the kind of persons who'd frequent there for a taste and good listening of their sonata artist. Few weeks after, in a post-holiday overtime, the team decided to visit a new resto and got acquainted with other Asian cuisine. My observation might be an exaggeration but I fondly considered the food as those that were served in an epic story when the chief explorer of Marco Polo visited Asian countries. Uh, its not really extraordinary, many of you have been there and ate that-- partly cooked, partly raw. We just had fun observing the chili, spicy effect to our breathing. Our conversation over these foods shifted from organizational management to foreign languages e.g. "arigato, arigato, hai!" Our eyes were keenly obs

Forced lids to seek darkness from blinding lights. Laid there, I'm absent of thoughts but sensitizing the  effects of  such cc of injections. Second round this year. Landing in an emergency room. How could a conversation about governance, social unpeace, crimes,  and conferences suddenly twisted me in pain? Nada. Non-sequitur.  I was so fine yet uh, something could be sudden. I needed to breathe again and heave asap. Leave such confines and get crazy with life anew. But not yet... because I got dazed and gone faint. I was about to fall deep asleep, slowly shutting from neural receptors  the conversations of doctors and nurses in the emergency room  but half of my being was also retaining, isolating that sound --  that echoes of the pulses from an ECG machine. It felt like a lullaby. Rhythmic, calm. "Ready for admittance now?" asked the physician. "Nope, let me be just an OPD. I'll commit myself to be here whenever I

"Who else?" The man in solemn face stood before a crowd of hundreds. All seated inside a room oddly mixed with natural brown wood color and images of plants sophisticatedly framed to remind viewers of nature absent in the urban metropolis and whose silence is possibly enjoined only when all windows and doors are shut in absolute confinement for the moment.  The minds in that venue are centered on the horror of violence with increasing questions on culture of terror and that perceived decimation of political sensibilities or conviction that society can be changed for the better.  But this disquiet of collective thoughts grimaced as the man started. "I am a Muslim. I live in Taguig." And he spoke on and on and on. He was listened by a number of people of dissimilar faith but sharing the same cause. Peace. I wonder if the man who took the podium and spoke with costly mileage of television and cameras can speak the same way as that Muslim man from

Addressing the concerns of security management which directly affected the peace process and the passage of the Bangsamoro Basic Law (BBL) is not the responsibility of the Catholic Bishop Conference of the Philippines. Photo sourced from Golden Rule's FB page. While peace advocates pressed that the Mamasapano incident should not be used to derail the readings and finalization of BBL; should not be confused by the lack of coordination among security forces in its anti-terror operation; and should not be confounded/abused by the emotional sentiments of survivors, it must be asserted too that such obvious operational miscalculation should be addressed by the National Security Council of the country. The legislative body's investigation for policy recommendation relating to security management should aid too in improving NSC operational policy and process in interdicting high-value targets. Concerns about national security are the job of the NSC and as such any policy recom

February 15, 2015 I landed inside an emergency room. My first this year to hospitalize myself and to leave my life to two attending physicians, a nun to pray for me, a nurse [who took serious records of my oxygen level, blood pressure, and my ECG ( electrocardiogram) ], and my son who patiently waited for my immediate recovery.