Refocusing Perspectives

"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.

IN solidarity with the indigenous peoples in Mindanao and the rest of the country who are celebrating and are also continuously in a creative assertion of their identity, lives, and their struggle to right to self-determination.                          

If these are the models for personal reflection, I think I am a mixture. Swierczek, F. & Hirsch, G. on Joint ventures in Asia and  multicultural management, in National Culture and International Management in East Asia. Swierczek, F. & Hirsch, G. on Joint ventures in Asia and  multicultural management, in National Culture and International Management in East Asia.

Jerry Julian on Facilitating Project Performance Improvement, p 63

  “ Grade 3 ka na?” “Kung Grade 3 ka na, kanina pa nagsimula ang klase .” Lex's classmates met him at a classroom’s doorway. He was overwhelmed in shyness that he cannot respond to any of them. What amused me most were the cynical queries raised by these children, as if they did not march together in a closing ceremony few months ago. Unlike in Grade 2 when children attended school half a day, he will devote more hours in school this year. Posted on the left side of the doorway was a paper signed by the school head. It details schedule of subjects and their respective teachers. Values. First subject and it’s a daily course.  I immediately felt the desire of the institution to mould children become good persons; to nurture them become better decision-makers; or, to capacitate them distinguish good against bad deeds from the moralist purview. Great! The subject should not be considered as mere supplemental course in classroom instruction or in a ...

[Behind father Ben's old photo was a poem  addressed to my mother. ] Be with me always Take any form. Drive me mad if you will. Only please, don't leave me Alone in this dark Where I can't find you, I can't live without you, I cannot die. I was in a kitchen, in a conversation with a colleague, when the latter reminded me of an instance when a friend was disheartened that she  wasn't  informed of the reason why I returned home.  This was many years ago. I received a call asking me to return home; to go directly to a hospital. No, to a morgue. I said, I was sorry that she  wasn't  informed. Touching the laptop’s keys in razed for a deadline, I related, I  didn't  even had the moment to grieve my heart out. When my colleague left for an errand outside, my mind recoiled on those cold bare feet, the only part of his body visible to me from the seats of a funeral parlor where he was cleansed and readied for his ...