RIGHT ON!

February 8th, 2007 by beybeh

LEADERS OUR NATION NEEDS
By Alexander L. Lacson
Inquirer,

MANILA

,

Philippines-

When God decided to build a nation for His people, He didn’t call upon them as a whole. Instead, He called on one person, Abraham to do the job, and He made him the leader. When God wanted to deliver His people from the bondage of slavery in

Egypt

, He didn’t talk to the people as a whole. Instead, He raised one leader, Moses, to do it. When He wanted His people to cross the wilderness on to the Promised Land, God appointed Joshua.

In the Bible, each time God wanted to do something great, He always called on one person, one whom He molded to become a leader, to do the task.

But in our times, God no longer speaks directly to man the way He did during the times in the Old Testament. Today, God speaks to us indirectly, through the signs and subtle messages He sends our way.

Today, leaders are elected by the people. Every election, therefore, becomes a call to leadership. While many run for money and power, there are those who run because they feel it is their calling to serve the people. But often, it is difficult to differentiate one candidate from another.

This brings me to the point, what should we look for in a candidate? What kind of leaders does our nation need today?

LaoTzu, a famous Chinese philosopher, said, "In choosing a leader, character is the most important quality. Intelligence and skills come second in importance." US President Theodore Roosevelt said that "intelligence without morality is a great danger to society."

Abraham Lincoln, one of the greatest leaders mankind has ever produced, said, "Power is best used by a leader who has strong moral character." Plato said "He who does not seek power is the most qualified to hold it."

Park Chung-hee, president of

South Korea

from 1961 to 1979, in his desire to build a good government in his country, used honesty as the first criteria in appointing leaders and officials to government. When he died in 1979, he left a government that was highly credible in the eyes of its people, and an economy that became one of

Asia

’s economic miracles. Despite serving as his nation’s leader for 18 years,

President

 

Park

died a poor man in 1979, with little money in the bank, and left only one property to his family, an old, small apartment that he and his wife bought in 1961, before he was installed as president.

In early 19th century, Alexander de Tocqueville, a French statesman, sought to understand

America

’s greatness, and this is what he discovered, in his own words.

"I sought for the greatness and genius of

America

in her commodious harbors and her ample rivers, and it was not there….

"I sought for the greatness and genius of

America

in her public school system and her institutions of learning, and it was not there.

"I sought for the greatness and genius of

America

in her democratic congress and her matchless constitution, and it was not there.

"Not until I went into the churches of

America

and heard her pulpits aflame with righteousness did I understand the secret of her genius and greatness.

"

America

is great because

America

is good, and if

America

ever ceases to be good,

America

will cease to be great."

My dear countrymen, please let us make moral character, or righteousness, as our first criteria in voting for candidates this May 2007 elections. It is our obligation to do so. Aristotle said, "The salvation of the community (nation) should be the common business of good citizens."

Today, more than ever, our country needs leaders who cannot be bought; whose word is their bond; who put character above wealth; who will be honest in small things as in great things; who will make no compromises with wrong; whose ambitions are not confined to their own selfish desires. (With apologies to Charles Swindoll who penned "The World Needs Men.")

Leaders who, by their love for our country, can unite us Filipinos, wherever we may be in this archipelago or in the world, whatever our religions are, whether we are loyalists of Marcos, Cory or Erap.


Leaders who, by their sincerity and humility, can bring out the best in us as a people, so we may discard the indifference and selfishness among our rich, the despair and lack of spirit among our poor, the greed and ambition among our leaders.

Leaders who can inspire our entire nation to work as one to do great things, including sacrifices, for the good of our nation.

Leaders who value honor, whose word is their bond, whose oath of office their commitment. Leaders who cannot be bought, who will be honest in small things and in great things.

Leaders whose stand on right and wrong is as clear as black and white, whose principles and values are beyond the reach of money, who are brave and bold to do what is right.

Leaders whose love of country is greater than love for one’s self and family, and who shall be willing to march into hell so that the Filipinos may have heaven on this planet.

Leaders like Abraham Lincoln, George Washington, Mahatma Gandhi, David Ben Gurion, Lee Kuan Yew and Park Chung-hee. For the stories of these men, considered as fathers of their nations today, all point to one clear truth: that the task of building a nation begins in the heart.

Alexander L. Lacson, is author of the bestseller book "12 Little Things Every Filipino Can Do To Help Our Country." A lawyer by profession, he finished law at UP and has taken post graduate studies at

Harvard

 

Law

 

School

in

Cambridge

,

Massachusetts

,

USA

.

early campaign

February 6th, 2007 by beybeh
Sa hirap na inaabot ko sa araw-araw na pag-pasok sa opisina at sa paaralan, TV na lang ang natatangig koneksyon ko sa mindo. Hindi ako masyado nagtetext dahil SUN Cellular sucks, Big Time!
Heniwey, sa pag aabang ko ng mga programang gusto ko eh napansin ko na medyo naglilipana na ang mga "Advocacy" commercials ng mga politiko. Ok lang sana kung medyo may taste ang pagkakagawa, pero kung ang quality eh hindi papasa para sa presentation mo sa STS, ibang usapan na iyon.
Di hamak naman na mas maganda pa ang mga commercial ng Vetracin multi-caps at vexan at thunderbird sa mga naglipana ngayong "advocay" commercial. pero hindi naman lahat tayo eh pare-pareho ng taste kaya naisipan ko gumawa ng poll.
ano sa tingin ninyo ang pinaka-swangit, matsura, kabukian na commercial ng politiko ngayon sa ere:
a.) ‘Tol (Mike "that is her voice, but it’s not her speaking" Defensor)
  • eto iyong commercial na black background lang at meron isang lalaking may pekeng bigote na kumakaway at tumatawag ng tol, tol, tol, tol. Parang magkaibang studio kinunan, tsaka nag make-up ba sila para duon? pwede kang magprito ng itlog sa langis ng mga mukha nila eh. Para kasing napag-tripan lang nilang gawin. between watching this and static, mas maganda ng milya milya ang static. Tol’ Tol’ Tol’, mag-eskinol ka naman. magkano kaya budget nila dito? haaayy..
b.) The Ralph Recto commercial
  • ito ung parang commercial ng Nescafe, hinihintay ko na nga lang maglabas ng tasa ng kape si Sen.
c.) The Manny Villar Commercial
  • Nuong una akala ko ponds commercial ito. Sana hindi naman matabunan iyong totoong gustong iparating ng ad tungkol sa VAW
d.) The Angara commercial
  • hindi magara, pwede na din for the sole reason na hindi siya ganun kahaba.
e.) The Miguel Zubiri commercial
  • Iyong mascot duon eh para sa bio diesel ba o para sa water district? At kailangan talaga owner type jeep ang mode of transportation ng umasensong tao. Wala na ba silang ibang pwedeng makuhang mga artista bukod sa mga madalas lumabas?

hehehe

June 5th, 2006 by beybeh

"Maxwell’s Silver Hammer" Based on the performance by The Beatles
"Another Bastard Spammer" Parody by Phil Alexander

I get mystical, spamming hypocritical emails to my home

Using up all of my bandwidth

Oh, uh oh, oh

Carp and criticize - increment your pen1s size - get a cheaper phone

Do you want an unsecured mortgage lo-oh-oh-oan

But as I zap the last one to go, in come even more…

Damn another bastard spammer has my email address

Damn another bastard spammer to cause yet more distress

I can’t read them all - a veritable waterfall - hate the spamming biz

Wishing that I’d vis-it unpleasant
Si-i-i-ites

A real Niagara to advertise viag-a-ra - eMails in a flood

Blood pressure’s so high I must not get so… uh uh oh

But as I hit delete on them all - a link clicked by mistake

Damn another bastard spammer’s a pornographic site

Damn another bastard spammer has sent me loads more shite

Inbox: thirty-one messages - all dirty ones "Click for access here"

Gigabytes of animal pictures
Oh, uh oh, oh

Rose and Valerie naked in their gallery: all their pix are free

I don’t want to see any more of tho-uh-oh-ose

But as I close my web browser down, what d’you think I find?

Damn another bastard spammer has sent me more email

Damn another bastard spammer should be sent off to jail

Bastard spammer!

Fly me to the moon

May 28th, 2006 by beybeh

Fly me to the moon

And let me play among the stars

Let me see what spring is like

On Jupiter and Mars

In other words hold my hand

In other words darling kiss me

Fill my life with song

And let me sing forevermore

You are all I hope for

All I worship and adore

In other words please be true

In other words I love you

THE TALKING ASSHOLE

May 21st, 2006 by beybeh

The Man Who Taught His Asshole to Talk

(Excerpt from Naked Lunch)

William S. Burroughs

Did I ever tell you about the man who taught his asshole to talk?
His whole abdomen would move up and down you dig farting out the words.
It was unlike anything I ever heard.

   

This ass talk had sort of a gut frequency. It hit you right down
there like you gotta go. You know when the old colon gives you the
elbow and it feels sorta cold inside, and you know all you have to do
is turn loose? Well this talking hit you right down there, a bubbly,
thick stagnant sound, a sound you could smell.

   

This man worked for a carnival you dig, and to start with it was
like a novelty ventriliquist act. Real funny, too, at first. He had a
number he called "The Better ‘Ole" that was a scream, I tell you. I
forget most of it but it was clever. Like, "Oh I say, are you still
down there, old thing?"

   

"Nah I had to go relieve myself."

 

After a while the ass start talking on its own. He would go in
without anything prepared and his ass would ad-lib and toss the gags
back at him every time.

   

Then it developed sort of teeth-like little raspy in-curving hooks
and started eating. He thought this was cute at first and built an act
around it, but the asshole would eat its way through his pants and
start talking on the street, shouting out it wanted equal rights. It
would get drunk, too, and have crying jags nobody loved it and it
wanted to be kissed same as any other mouth. Finally it talked all the
time day and night, you could hear him for blocks screaming at it to
shut up, and beating it with his fist, and sticking candles up it, but
nothing did any good and the asshole said to him: "It’s you who will
shut up in the end. Not me. Because we dont need you around here any
more. I can talk and eat and shit."

After that he began waking up in the morning with a transparent
jelly like a tadpole’s tail all over his mouth. This jelly was what the
scientists call un-D.T., Undifferentiated Tissue, which can grow into
any kind of flesh on the human body. He would tear it off his mouth and
the pieces would stick to his hands like burning gasoline jelly and
grow there, grow anywhere on him a glob of it fell. So finally his
mouth sealed over, and the whole head would have have amputated
spontaneous — (did you know there is a condition occurs in parts of
Africa and only among Negroes where the little toe amputates
spontaneously?) — except for the eyes you dig. Thats one thing the asshole couldn’t
do was see. It needed the eyes. But nerve connections were blocked and
infiltrated and atrophied so the brain couldn’t give orders any more.
It was trapped in the skull, sealed off. For a while you could see the
silent, helpless suffering of the brain behind the eyes, then finally
the brain must have died, because the eyes went out, and there was no more feeling in them than a crab’s eyes on the end of a stalk.

—————

love listening to frank zappa’s reading of this ^^

break time sa digests

April 9th, 2006 by beybeh

Last Kiss

Written by Wayne Cochran in 1962
Best known version done by J. Frank Wilson and the Cavaliers
Hit # 2 on the Top 40 charts in 1964
Remade in 1974 by Wednesday, it only made it to # 18
Remade again in 1999 by Pearl Jam

Here’s the story behind the song:

 
   

 

Sixteen-year-old Jeanette Clark was out on a date in Barnesville, Georgia
    on December 22, 1962, the Saturday before Christmas.  She was with a group of friends
    in a ‘54 Chevrolet. J. L. Hancock, also sixteen, was driving the car in heavy traffic and
    while traveling on Highway 341, collided with a trailer truck. Jeanette, the driver and
    another teenager were killed, and two other teens in the car were seriously injured. Most
    had been students at Gordon Military College.  It was a terribly gory accident and
    provoked an intense reaction in Barnesville.

Living about fifteen miles away in an old
    shack for which he was paying $20 a month rent was Wayne Cochran, a white R&B singer
    and composer.  Wayne saw accident after accident on the busy stretch of highway on
    which he lived. He had written a song about all the accidents and left it unfinished,
    until he heard about the tragedy in Barnesville. He completed the song and dedicated it to
    the memory of Jeanette Clark.  He called it "Last Kiss".

 

Wayne sang the song locally, and when people liked it, he recorded it for the small
    Gala Records label. It caught on in Georgia, and Wayne tried to promote sales of the
    record the only way he knew how.  He loaded a bunch of 45’s in the trunk of his car
    and went around selling them. It was not very effective. He later recorded the song for
    another record label, but the owner wouldn’t promote it.

 

A recording executive in Fort Worth, Texas, Major Bill Smith (who had produced Bruce
    Channel’s Hey! Baby and Paul and Paula’s Hey Paula) heard it and liked the song. Major
    Bill Smith had a group in Fort Worth who were with his Josie label. This group, called the
    Cavaliers, had formed in San Angelo, Texas and consisted of Phil Trunzo, Bobby Woods,
    Jerry Graham, and George Croyle. Major Bill paired them with a twenty-two-year-old singer
    from Lufkin, Texas named John Frank Wilson. The record was released as Last Kiss, by J.
    Frank Wilson and the Cavaliers, on the Josie label. It entered the charts in September,
    1964 and was a huge success, reaching #2 on the Billboard Top 40 charts. 

 

J. Frank Wilson was born in 1941 in Lufkin, Texas and had worked as a hospital orderly.
    He was in a terrible automobile accident himself in Ohio some time after Last Kiss became
    a hit. Wilson died in Lufkin in 1991.

 

Major Bill Smith also died in the 90’s.

 

Wayne Cochran, who performed on Jackie Gleason’s television show in Miami in the 60’s,
    is now a preacher.

 

Here are the lyrics to the song:

Oh where, oh where can my baby be,
The Lord took her away from me.
She’s gone to heaven so I’ve got to be good,
So I can see my baby when I leave this world.

We were out on a date, in my daddy’s car,
We hadn’t driven very far,
There in the road, straight up ahead,
A car was stalled, the engine was dead.

I couldn’t stop, so I swerved to the right,
I’ll never forget the sound that night.
The screamin’ tires, the bustin’ glass,
The painful scream that I heard last…

Chorus

When I woke up, the rain was pouring down,
There were people standin’ all around.
Something warm going through my eyes,
But somehow I found my baby that night.

I lifted her head, she looked at me and said
"Hold me darlin’ just a little while."
I held her close, I kissed her our last kiss,
I found the love that I knew I had missed.

Well now she’s gone, even though I hold her tight,
I lost my love, my life that night.

Chorus

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh…

sana lang….

September 18th, 2005 by beybeh

Gusto kong magka-banda
ayaw ng nanay ko… yeah
Gustong magka-pera yun ang gusta niya, ye-eh.
Bumili ng gitara, ayaw ng tatay ko…yeah
gusto niya akong maging summa cum laude-eh

haaaaaayyyyy… gusto ko uli tumug-tog.. pero paano ko kaya gagawin iyon?
isipin mo, 9 hours ka sa trabaho, 4 hours sa school, 8 hours na tulog. tang ina.. 1 oras lang ang natira sa akin na free time…

hmm… pwede kaya bawasan ang tulog para makpag-banda uli?

haaaayyyy… ang withdrawal symptoms ng pag-banda ay matagal mawala… =(

read this and you will get 20 camels

September 16th, 2005 by beybeh

Dahil wala din naman ako magagawa sa mga nagre-repost ng mga kung anu-anong chain letter  at ng kung anu-anong mga scam sa bulletin bored, at dahil matagal mag-defrag ang PC, …

nais ko lang tumulong sa effort ng nakararami na dagdagan ang spam sa boreds… so every day may post ako na walang laman kung di :

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ayan!!!! mas maganda d b?! direct to the point. wala nang eklat na tulad ng:

kapag pinasa mo ito mag kaka boobs ka na, kahit lalaki ka. or kapag hindi mo pi-nost uli eh tutubuan ka ng tumbong  sa noo… or dahil pikon ka na nga sa SPAM at SCAM mail, babalikan ka na "they are doing it just for fun" or "that it is still up to you" that you should not take things seriously… in short- kill joy ka kapag hindi mo ginawa…. wakekekek

walang paligoy ligoy… SPAM kung SPAM… hmmmm… pwede din kayan Ma-Ling na lang?
Ma-ban kaya ako?

wakokok

September 16th, 2005 by beybeh

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MIDTERMS T_T

August 16th, 2005 by beybeh

Amfness na midterms yan !@#@#@**&^&*%#!!!!
Dami ko i-download sa utak ko na data T_T
Sana hindi mag reboot utak ko kapag exam na
Sana walang bad sectors ang  utak ko
AMF!!!

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LOLZ!!