Ang Isyu sa Dagdag-Pensiyon at si Binay…kung suwertihin nga naman!

Ang Isyu sa Dagdag-Pensiyon at si Binay

…kung suwertehin nga naman!

Ni Apolinario Villalobos

 

Ngayo’y may taong masaya, abot tenga ang ngiti

Dahil umaayon ang mga pagkakataon sa kanya

Hindi man siya mag-ingay o magsalita sa radyo

Tiyak lilipat ang pansin sa kanya ng mga Pilipino.

 

Ang kay tagal inasam-asam na dagdag sa pensiyon

Pag-asang hinintay at kung ilang taong pinagdasal

Na sana ay makamit dahil ito nga ay napakahalaga

Subali’t sa isang pirma lang ito ay nalusaw – nawala!

 

Si Binay ay napakasaya, si Mar nama’y natataranta

Paulit-ulit man niyang banggitin ang “daang matuwid”

Kulelat pa rin kaya nahihilo’t walang malamang gawin

Dahil mga Pilipino… sa kanya ay hindi na pumapansin!

 

Bakit o bakit, hindi man lang ito naisip ng isang tao –

Na patung-patong na ang mga kapalpakang ginawa?

Ang maliit na halagang ipinagkait sa mga pensiyonado-

Ay magiging bangungot at laging nakabuntot na multo!

 

Nakalimutan ba nila na ang alas ni Binay ay mga senyor?

Nakalimutan ba nilang may free birthday cake sa Makati?

At ito ay ibinibigay sa mga senior citizen tuwing bertdey?

Ngayon, sino baga ang naalimpungatan….?

Eh, di si Mar at may-akda ng “tuwid na daan”!

 

Napansin ko lang…

Napansin ko lang….

ni Apolinario Villalobos

 

 

Bago ako nag-facebook at nagbukas ng iba pang websites, sa email ako umasa sa pagbabahagi ng mga isinulat ko. Napansin ko kasing may nagpapadala sa akin ng mga salawikain, tula/poem, at mga kuwento sa email, kaya naisip ko na baka kumalat din ang mga isinulat ko sa tulong nila. May mga messages pang idinidikit ang mga nagpapadala na: “great essay for our spiritual growth”, “nice essay, please share with friends”, “great message in poetry to help the distressed”, etc. Napansin kong ang mga ipinapadala nila ay isinulat ng mga foreigner. Okey lang yong quotes galing sa Bibliya.  Nagkaroon ako ng ideya na sumubok magpadala sa mga ka-email ng mga ginawa ko – maraming beses…sa awa ng Diyos ay may pumansin at ako ay natuwa – dahil marami sila, more than one…. apat sila!

 

May isang kaibigan na nag-suggest na gumawa ako ng poem tungkol sa pakikipagkapwa pero ang ilagay kong pangalan bilang author ay ka-email niyang manunulat din pero Amerikano, na pumayag naman pagkatapos marinig ang layunin namin. Bago ko ikinalat, pinadala ko muna sa Amerikano ang poem para sa approval niya. At tulad ng inaasahan, medyo marami ang pumansin at malugod pang nagkomento, ibig sabihin ay binigyan nila ng pansin ang poem dahil siguro foreigner ang sumulat.  Mula noon hindi na ako nagpadala ng mga ginawa ko via email.

 

Napansin ko rin na habang lumalawak at nagiging prangka ang ibinabahagi ko, unti-unti ring nababawasan ang mga kaibigan ko. Noong mga araw na limitado sa kalikasan, buhay ng tao, at pagtulong sa kapwa na may kasamang spiritual message ang poems, tula, at sanaysay na ibinabahagi ko sa facebook, may” ilang” pumupuri at nagla-like man lang. Yong iba ngang inaasahan kong mga “kaibigan” na makakapansin ay ni hindi nagpaparamdam kung nababasa nila, ganoong may facebook naman sila at naka-public naman ako. Kung sabagay karapatan nilang hindi mag-like o mag-comment kung ayaw nila sa mga isinulat ko lalo pa siguro at natumbok sila ng message kaya guilty at nagalit sa akin. Subalit ang matinding kaplastikan ay kung sabihin nila sa akin kung mag-usap kami sa cellphone o magkita na, “ang galing mo”…para tuloy gusto ko silang sagutin ng, “neknek mo!” Ilan lang naman sila na ganito ang ugaling nabisto ko.

 

Nang isama ko sa mga isinusulat ko ang korapsyon sa pulitika at edukasyon, at pagbatikos sa mga pekeng Kristiyano, ang iilan na nga lang na nagla-like ay nawala pa…subali’t sa awa ng Diyos ay napalitan naman ng iilan pa rin, na sa tingin ko ay may mas malawak na pang-unawa. May kapwa ko blogger na tumulong sa akin sa pagbukas ng ibang sites upang malagyan ng mga ibinabahagi ko pagkatapos niyang marinig ang kuwento ko, sayang din naman daw kasi kung sa facebook lang ako maglalagay.

 

Ang ikinababahala ko lang ay baka lumalaganap na itong sakit sa ugali na gusto kong tawaging “crab mentality syndrome” na laganap din sa mga opisina at umaatake sa mga empleyadong umaasa lang sa paninira ng co-employees at paninipsip sa boss upang umasenso. Isa rin siguro itong sakit na gusto kong tawaging “not me syndrome” na umaatake sa mga mapagkunwaring natumbok na ng pangungunsiyensiya ay deny to death pa rin.

 

Subalit nauunawaan ko pa rin na ang facebook ay para lang dapat sa mga “photos”. Sa pangalan ng site na “facebook” ay dapat nga lang talaga na para ito sa mga “retrato ng mukha”, pero pinalusutan ng mga gustong mag-share ng quotes kaya ini-frame nila ang mga ito. At, ito ang inaasahan ng ilang mga “viewers”, hindi “readers”. Napansin ko lang naman…kaya titigil na ako at baka may atakehin na sa puso dahil sa sobrang inis!

What Makes Us Share…till it hurts

What Makes Us Share…till it hurts

(I and my group)

By Apolinario Villalobos

 

The “us” in the title refers to the four of us in the group. The two are based in the United States, but come home every second week of November for our sharing project that commences every third week of November and strictly ends on the first week of December. On the other hand, I and the other one are locally- based.

 

Many of those who know us still don’t understand why we “meddle” with the lives of others by helping them. One of my friends even went to the extent of sending me a message last year when he read my blogs about Baseco Compound in Tondo. His message read, “hayaan mo na sila, kasalanan nila kung bakit sila naghihirap…mamumulubi ka lang sa ginagawa mo”.  I did not bother to reply to that message…but from then on, he seems to have detached himself from me. The other member of the group who is based locally, too, had a misunderstanding with his wife until their eldest son interfered…in his favor, so from then, his wife sort of just supported him. The two others, who are based abroad are lucky because aside from being supported by their families, they are also able to collect donations from friends who came to know about our projects.

 

My opinion is that it is difficult for others to really understand how it feels to be impoverished because, either, they have not been through such, or refused to admit that they were poor once, out of pride. I do not know if some of you experienced the pang of hunger for having not taken breakfast and lunch while attending classes. I do not know if some of you have experienced wearing underwear twice your size – being hand-me-downs from rich relatives. I do not know if some of you have experienced catching ice cubes thrown by a friend, instead of being handed even a sandwich by him during his birthday. I do not know if some of you have experienced making toys out of milk cans from the garbage dump, etc. etc.etc. I have experienced those when I was young.

 

My other colleague in the group and who is based in Manila, admitted to have been a scavenger when he was young. He also shared how every morning before going to school, he stood by carinderias and ate the leftover food on the plates of customers. As a scavenger, he and his brothers cooked “batchoy” out of the food they scavenged from the garbage bins of Chinese restaurants. He also unabashedly admitted to having worked as a call boy when their father got sick to earn quick money to support his two younger brothers and one sister (they were left by their mother). He got lucky when he landed a job as a messenger/sales clerk of a big hardware store in Sta. Cruz (a district in Manila City). Good fortune smiled at him, when the daughter of his employer fell in love with him, which made him part of the family business.

 

The third in our group, a doctor is the luckiest because at an early age he got adopted by a rich and kind couple who were US Green Card holders. But while growing up in Pasay, he was close to the less fortunate in their neighborhood. He is married to the daughter of their laundrywoman who is now operating a small catering business in the States.

The fourth in our group found his way toward us through the doctor, as he was the latter’s neighbor in the States. He shared that he grew up in a farm in Bicol and also experienced difficulties in life, as he and his siblings would cross a shallow river and hiked two kilometers to reach their school. He was introduced to our “operations” when he got curious, so he joined us in 2009, after promising to abide by our rules – no photo taking, wearing only slippers, t-shirt and shorts when on the road to share, and no giving of true name or divulging of real identity to the beneficiaries, as well as, willingness to partake of what our friends in slums eat.

 

What makes us click together is that, as if on cue, we practically forget who we really are every time we start hitting the road just before sunrise, to share.  We would sometimes call each other unconsciously, by our assumed names…but we do not consider such slip as a joke, because we are those names every time we mingle with our friends to share. For those who insist on knowing us,  we ask them to just remember us by our acts, and not by our face and name.

 

 

 

 

Fr. Joseph Borreros and his Journey through Life

Fr. Joseph Borreros and his Journey through Life

…from a struggling student assistant

to an Orthodox priest, and educator with Divine guidance

By Apolinario Villalobos

 

As a youth, he was among the wave of adventurous migrants from Panay Island, particularly, Dao, Capiz who came to Cotabato. He found his place in the Tacurong Pilot School as a Grade Six pupil in 1961. His family lived in the market of the town which that time was just weaned as a barrio of Buluan. He continued his studies at the Magsaysay Memorial Colleges of the same town. In college, he took up a pre-Law course at the University of San Agustin in Iloilo City but failed to pursue it when he succumbed to a sickness.

 

He went back to Tacurong and took up Bachelor of Arts in Notre Dame of Tacurong College. To support his studies, he worked as a janitor and later as Library Assistant in the same school. That was during the directorship of Fr. Robert Sullivan, OMI, a kind Irish priest. After his graduation, he taught at the Notre Dame of Lagao in General Santos, South Cotabato for three years.

 

In 1973 he got interned at the Marist Novitiate in Tamontaka, Cotabato City, and professed temporarily in 1975 during which he was assigned as a Marist Brother at the Notre Dame of Marbel Boys’ Department (Marbel is now known as Koronadal City). From Marbel, he was sent back to the Notre Dame of Lagao.

 

In 1976, he left the religious congregation of Marist Brothers, but was taken in by Bishop Reginald Artiss, CP, the bishop of Koronadal, to assist in the establishment of the Christian Formation Center which was located at the back of the cathedral. For two years, he went around the parishes and diocese covered by the authority of Bishop Artiss in training members of the Kriska Alagad, Lay Cooperatos, as well as, in establishing Basic Christian Communities.

 

As Bishop Artiss perceived his potential as a cleric, he was sent to the Regional Major Seminary of Mindanao in Catalunan Grande, Davao City. Fortunately, due to his extensive and intensive pastoral formation background, he was privileged to skip subjects related to it. After four years of theological studies at the said seminary, he was ordained as a priest on April 1, 1982 by Bishop Guttierez, DD, of Koronadal. His first assignment was the parish of Sta. Cruz , formerly politically under South Cotabato, but today, that of Sarangani Province.

 

In 1985, he was a “floating” priest, awaiting appointment as Superintendent of Diocesan schools and temporarily established his residency at Our Lady of Parish in Polomolok, South Cotabato with the late Fr. Godofredo Maghanoy. The following year, he was finally designated to the mentioned position which he held for three years.

 

In 1989, he went on a study leave to take up Masters of Science in Educational Management at the De La Salle University in Manila which he finished in 1991. Two years later, he was about to finish his Doctorate in Religious Education pending the completion of his dissertation under the guidance of Bro. Andrew Gonzalez, FSC, but failed to do so due to an important and life-turning decision….to have a family and develop a Non-Government Organization. Driven by his new-found advocacy in life, he worked as Coordinator of the Community Volunteers’ Program under the Council of People’s Development, a Pastoral NGO of Bishop Labayen for three years in Infanta, Quezon.

 

From 1995 to 2004, he was with the Philippine Partnership for the Development of Human Resources in Rural Areas (PhilDHRRA) as a Monitoring Officer of the projects in governance. While with the said NGO, he studied Orthodoxy theology on his own, a week after which, he was consecrated by His Holiness Patriarch Bartholomew at the Orthodox Cathedral located at Sucat, Paraἧaque, Metro Manila.

 

He was inspired to bring along his former 61 parishioners in Maricaban, a depressed area in Pasay City when he presented himself and his family to Fr. Philemon Castro, parish priest of the Annunciation Orthodox Cathedral in Paraἧaque. Like him, he found his former flock to be also journeying spiritually. After several months of catechism, they were accepted to the Orthodox Church. They were further accepted by the former Metropolitan Nikitas Lulias of Hongkong and Southeast Asia.  A little later, Fr. Joseph was ordained to the Minor Orders as “Reader”, for which he started to render regular duty at the Cathedral on Sundays which did not affect his NGO-related activities.

 

He was asked to leave his NGO responsibilities in 2004, in exchange for which he was sent to Greece to serve as a full worker in the Ministry – live with the monks of the Monastery of St. Nicholas of Barson in Tripoli, southern Greece. Afterwards he was sent back to the Philippines to do catechesis in different mission areas, particularly, in Laguna, Sorsogon and Masbate.

 

In 2006, he was ordained to the Orthodox priesthood and assigned under the Omophorion of the Ecumenical Patriarchate of Constantinople which is presently headed by His All Holiness Patriarch Bartholomew, Successor to the Apostolic Throne of St. Andre, the first-called apostle.

 

In 2009, he did mission work in Lake Sebu, South Cotabato. Until today, he carries the same responsibilities but the area expanded to include SOCSKSARGEN area (South Cotabato, Sultan Kudarat, Sarangani and General Santos), as well as, Davao del Sur.

 

To date, he was able to firmly establish three communities, such as: Holy Resurrection Orthodox Community in Lake Sebu; St. Isidore of Chios Orthodox Community in San Guillermo, Hagonoy, Davao del Sur; and Apostles St. Andrew and James Orthodox Community in Kisulan, Kiblawan, Davao del Sur.

 

Aside from taking care of the Sacramental life of the faithful, his mission work also includes values formation of students. Two particular schools that are benefiting from this are the Marvelous College of Technology, Inc. in Koronadal City, and Pag-asa Wisdom Institute in Bagumbayan, Sultan Kudarat where he also serves as Principal. According to Fr. Joseph, the two institutions are community-centered, privately-owned, mission-oriented and most especially, cater to the less in life but with a strong desire to overcome their socio-economic barriers.

 

Fr. Joseph and his family live at the Theotokos Orthodox Mission Center in Surallah, and which also serves as the nucleus of his mission works. His life is typically austere as shown by the structure that accommodates his flock during worship days. The same character also defines the rest of the “chapels” throughout the areas that he covers. But since there are other things that his Mission needs, he unabashedly appeals to the “mission-minded souls to help in their capacity, sustain, strengthen, so that it will grow with flourish for the glory of God”.

 

Fr. Joseph, as an ordained Orthodox priest has been given the name, “Panharios”.

 

For those who are interested to reach out to Fr. Joseph, his address is at:

Theotokos Orthodox Mission Center

120 Dagohoy St., Zone 5

Surallah, South Cotabato

Philippines

 

Email: theotokos_mission@haoo.com

Cellphone: 09165433001

 

The Hellish Traffic in Manila is not a Sign of Progress

The Hellish Traffic in Manila

Is not a Sign of Progress

By Apolinario Villalobos

 

The hellish traffic in Manila is not a sign of progress, as rather, it is a manifestation of lack of planning, as well as, intolerance to the identified problem which is the uncontrolled multiplication of number of vehicles despite the unexpanded road system throughout the metropolitan area. The diggings for road improvement contribute a little to the chaotic traffic, if they are what others blame for the constricted flow of vehicles, because despite some of the projects having been completed, the traffic has even become worse.

 

Despite the popular call for the government to impose strict regulation on the registration of new vehicles, there is still, practically a prevalent rush to purchase at least one unit which requires not less than twenty five thousand pesos as down payment. On the other hand, the implementation of the law on the prohibition of old vehicles by no longer allowing the renewal of their registration seems a quixotic quest, because by doing so, only a handful of jeepneys, the poor man’s means of commute around the city will be left plying the roads. The mass transport system that consists of the LRT and MRT is not reliable due to frequent breakdowns. On the other hand, the buses that oftentimes meet accidents due to carelessness of drivers, serve only the major routes, and likewise, are consistently overflowing beyond capacity.

 

When a concerted effort among the agencies involved in the management of traffic imposed discipline by installing barriers to prevent swerving of motorists as they please, there were complaints from them. Motorists do not just want to stay in their respective lane, and that is the clear message from them. It should be noted that even when the barriers were not yet installed, the buses that are supposed to stay within their designated lane kept on violating the rule. The same is true with drivers of private vehicles who are frequently caught inside the yellow lane of the buses. Worst is the case of motorcycle riders who snake their way through the traffic, and in doing so, even arrogantly cut the path of delivery vans and buses!

 

Unfortunately, some people consider the chaotic traffic as the result of the Filipinos’ purchasing power…and that for them is progress!