Archive for March, 2005

Araw ng Kababaihan, araw ng unang gupit ng baby ko!

March 9th, 2005 3 comments

For me there’s another event that made March 8 historical beside being the International Womens Day. Yesterday my baby Maia just had her first haircut! Matapos ang isang taon ng pagiging long hair nagpaputol na rin ng buhok ang baby ko. Mabilis ang pagtubo at paghaba ng buhok ng baby ko, sa haba halos matakpan nito ang kanyang mala-anghel na mukha. Masalimuot at pahirapan naman ang proseso ng pag-aayos ng buhok ni Maia. Pumapalag at nagwawala ito kapag inaayos ang buhok nya. Kailangan pang isalang sa DVD ang paborito nyang pelikulang Lilo and Stitch para sya mapaamo.Dagdag pa, dahil sa haba ng buhok nya tinubuan siya ng bungang araw sa leeg at balikat. Kaya nagdesisyon kaming ipagupit na buhok nya.Kaya heto’t maigsi na buhok ng baby ko. Kahit anong klaseng hairdo ng baby ko siya pa rin ang pinakamagandang anghel para sa akin. :)

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Today is International Womens Day

March 8th, 2005 3 comments

International Womens DayI would like to greet my dearest wife, my lovely daughter, my mother, my sister, my aunts, my women cousins, my women colleagues, my women comrades, my women friends, sisters of our Order, our women neighbors, women bloggers, aming kasambahay, sa lahat ng kababaihan ng Pilipinas at sa buong mundo…. HAPPY WOMEN’S DAY!!! MABUHAY ANG KABABAIHAN!!! MABUHI ANG KABABAYEN-AN!!!

Heres a piece of HERstory by the UN on the International Womens Day:

International Women’s Day (8 March) is an occasion marked by women’s groups around the world. This date is also commemorated at the United Nations and is designated in many countries as a national holiday. When women on all continents, often divided by national boundaries and by ethnic, linguistic, cultural, economic and political differences, come together to celebrate their Day, they can look back to a tradition that represents at least nine decades of struggle for equality, justice, peace and development.

International Women’s Day is the story of ordinary women as makers of history; it is rooted in the centuries-old struggle of women to participate in society on an equal footing with men. In ancient Greece, Lysistrata initiated a sexual strike against men in order to end war; during the French Revolution, Parisian women calling for “liberty, equality, fraternity” marched on Versailles to demand women’s suffrage.

The idea of an International Women’s Day first arose at the turn of the century, which in the industrialized world was a period of expansion and turbulence, booming population growth and radical ideologies. Following is a brief chronology of the most important events:

  • 1909 In accordance with a declaration by the Socialist Party of America, the first National Woman’s Day was observed across the United States on 28 February. Women continued to celebrate it on the last Sunday of that month through 1913.
  • 1910 The Socialist International, meeting in Copenhagen, established a Women’s Day, international in character, to honour the movement for women’s rights and to assist in achieving universal suffrage for women. The proposal was greeted with unanimous approval by the conference of over 100 women from 17 countries, which included the first three women elected to the Finnish parliament. No fixed date was selected for the observance.
  • 1911 As a result of the decision taken at Copenhagen the previous year, International Women’s Day was marked for the first time (19 March) in Austria, Denmark, Germany and Switzerland, where more than one million women and men attended rallies. In addition to the right to vote and to hold public office, they demanded the right to work, to vocational training and to an end to discrimination on the job.

    Less than a week later, on 25 March, the tragic Triangle Fire in New York City took the lives of more than 140 working girls, most of them Italian and Jewish immigrants. This event had a significant impact on labour legislation in the United States, and the working conditions leading up to the disaster were invoked during subsequent observances of International Women’s Day.

  • 1913-1914 As part of the peace movement brewing on the eve of World War I, Russian women observed their first International Women’s Day on the last Sunday in February 1913. Elsewhere in Europe, on or around 8 March of the following year, women held rallies either to protest the war or to express solidarity with their sisters.
  • 1917 With 2 million Russian soldiers dead in the war, Russian women again chose the last Sunday in February to strike for “bread and peace”. Political leaders opposed the timing of the strike, but the women went on anyway. The rest is history: Four days later the Czar was forced to abdicate and the provisional Government granted women the right to vote. That historic Sunday fell on 23 February on the Julian calendar then in use in Russia, but on 8 March on the Gregorian calendar in use elsewhere.

Since those early years, International Women’s Day has assumed a new global dimension for women in developed and developing countries alike. The growing international women’s movement, which has been strengthened by four global United Nations women’s conferences, has helped make the commemoration a rallying point for coordinated efforts to demand women’s rights and participation in the political and economic process. Increasingly, International Women’s Day is a time to reflect on progress made, to call for change and to celebrate acts of courage and determination by ordinary women who have played an extraordinary role in the history of women’s rights.

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March 7th, 2005 1 comment

It is still a controversy whether the following letter is a hoax or it was really written by the critically acclaimed author Gabriel Garcia Marquez after retiring from pubic life due to a lingering cancer.

But what the heck, I don’t care whether this letter was written by Gabo or by someone else. I still like it. So here it is:

If for an instant God were to forget that I am a rag doll and gifted me with a piece of life, possibly I wouldn’t say all that I think, but rather I would think of all that I say. I would value things, not for their worth but for what they mean. I would sleep little, dream more, understanding that for each minute we close our eyes we lose sixty seconds of light. I would walk when others hold back, I would wake when others sleep. I would listen when others talk, and how I would enjoy a good chocolate ice cream!

If God were to give me a piece of life, I would dress simply, throw myself face first in the sun, baring not only my body but also my soul. My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hate on ice, and wait for the sun to show. Over the stars I would paint with a Van Gogh, dream a Benedetti poem, and a Serrat song would be the serenade I’d offer to the moon. With my tears I would water roses, to feel the pain of their thorns, and the red kiss of their petals!

My God, if I had a piece of life, I wouldn’t let a single day pass without telling people I love that I love them. I would convince each woman and each man that they are my favorites, and I would live in love with love. I would show men how very wrong they are to think that they cease to be in love when they grow old, not knowing that they grow old when they cease to be in love! To a child I shall give wings, but I shall let him learn to fly on his own. I would teach the old that death does not come with old age, but with forgetting.

So much have I learned from you, oh men! I have learned that everyone wants to live on the peak of the mountain, without knowing that real happiness is in how it is scaled. I have learned that when a newborn child squeezes for the first time with his tiny fist his father’s finger, he has him trapped forever. I have learned that a man has the right to look down on another only when he has to help the other get to his feet. From you I have learned so many things, but in truth they won’t be of much use, for when I keep them within this suitcase, unhappily shall I be dying.

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