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The 6:14-minute video clip shows a couple, who look like Wally and  EB Babe Yosh, enganged in a steamy sex.

Wally,41, is a host at popular noontime variety show Eat Bulaga aired Monday through Saturday on GMA-7 television.
He has five children.

The two, towards the end of the video, mananged to look at the camera for a quick smile and then “Wally” gave the sexy dancer a peck on the lips. - source: Philippine Daily Inquirer

additional: 0942 and 0943 are Sun numbers.

Now viral on Facebook. Reposted here for comments from our contituents
Adam Renson Jala Pork Barrel Scandal

Chicago is crime-infested, bran. always pray to our God and the Lord Jesus Christ. He alone can protect us from the hoodlums.

you're ready to hit the road, bran, in full speed.

My Pork Lovers

Unsaon nga Dili Makalimtan sa Uyab or Crush?

How Janet Napoles Was Arrested

Andahanons condemn smear campaign, defend new mayor
   
ANDA, BOHOL - Hundreds of Anda residents have condemned a smear campaign of the previous administration using the print media that undermined the tourism boom in the town and maligned the newly installed town mayor here.

   In an online protest, Andahanons living here and abroad said that the news item “Anda tourism suffers slump; politics seen,” which saw print in a weekly newspaper in Bohol (not in the Bohol Chronicle), did not do justice to the 25-year struggle of the people here who fought hard in the May 2013 elections in order to topple a “conjugal regime” in the town.

   In the said news item, it portrayed Anda as a neglected town in which seaweeds pushed ashore by monsoon winds were left unattended, allegedly causing dismay among tourists. It questioned the closure of the beach bar located near the town plaza, and is operated by the LGU here.

   The report also claimed that Anda has an absentee mayor, an allegation dismissed by officials here as a pure demolition job and an act of desperation by those behind the publication of the “baseless” news item.

   In a statement, the local government unit (LGU)-Anda said that the report was unfair, biased, and malicious, branding the writer behind the report as “coward” for not revealing his name in his article.

        Officials said that the writer of the news article is known to be a long-time friend of the previous administration, who is bitter toward their political foes after suffering a crashing defeat during the last election despite massive kidnapping of voters and attempts of election manipulation.

        “Whoever is behind the news, what he is doing is that is trying to tarnish the image of Anda and disregard the sincerity of Mayor Dodong Amper,” the statement said.
     
        “BLACK PROPAGANDA napod ni, abi ninyo mao nang daghang mga samu sa baybayon tungod sa nag sunod sunod ang bagyo og habagat, dili na maatiman dayon ug panglimpyo kay dili pamahuman ug limpyo naa napoy samu madagsa. kanang nagpicture ana mga nagbantay lang na sila sa sayup sa bag-ong mayor,” said Hermilinda Visaya Berongoy in her facebook comment posted on the group AndaBohol.org.

        According to a certain Juan Dela Cruz in his posting on Facebook, he said that the way the news article was being presented, “it could possibly be a paid campaign… most, if not all, of the quoted interviews were from the minions of the lords (referring to former town officials), yet mentioning only a very small portion of the (clarifications) of the mayor’s secretary.”

        Another Andahanon, Terry Gultia Mainit, commented on the beach issue: “I think di na priority by this time kay I understand nga giuna ang sulod sa munisipyo, ang FUNDS kay giaju aju man ug hut hut sa unang namujo diha, so konting pacyencia lang barely 2 months lang silang nang lingkod,di pa na organized ng husto. Give the newly elected officials a chance.”

        Reacting to the temporary closure of the bar pending investigation of corruption and mismanagement, former town councilor Carlos C. Tinio Jr. said:

        “The previous regime alloted 2million pesos for the operating expense for year 2013 for this Anda beach bar which i questioned knowing that this was supposed to be an enterprise entered into by the LGU of Anda, at bakit ang fUNDS nito ang gagamitin for this purpose,,, mabuti na lang napalitan na sila and i think our honorable Mayor dodong amper is smart enough to do some changes for this SCAM. karon kinsa mag apura nga ablihan ang beach bar knowing nga daghan mga pangutana. whoever reported this and published on the local bohol newspaper was just pure hearsay at hindi dapat pagka abalahan.”

         In a separate reaction online, Malyn Acacio-Deloy, of the Office of the Mayor, said: “Ajaw mo ka too anang g post nga 90thou income to tell u frankly andahanon sugod sa enero hangtod sa june duha ra ka booklet amo gkit an resibo sa beach bar asa ra mag uban oi igawas aron naa evidence tinuod abot bag 90k ang income kda buwan before mo mag post pakita ebidensya d kay storya ray mag labon. kanang g ingon nga pirme was mayor adto opisina ipakita naho travel ug communication ni mayor sa mga seminar aron matagbaw ka tawo nga palabaw ug storya hikaran ka naho sa ebidensya.”

Sen. Miriam Defensor Santiago said that Janet Lim Napoles, now detained at Sta. Rosa, Laguna under maximum security, should avail of a procedure called "perpetuation of testimony" under the Rules of Court.

Santiago said perpetuation of testimony is the procedure for preserving for future use any witness testimony that might otherwise be unavailable at trial.

The procedure is part of what the Rules of Court call "deposition and discovery," which is intended to take place before trial, in order to assure that the evidence will be preserved when trial begins, even if something happens to the witness.

The senator said that a deposition will consist of Napoles' written testimony that is given in writing outside of the court.

She also explained that discovery is given if a party to a criminal case requests compulsory disclosure of information that relates to the litigation.

The former RTC judge said that depositions and discovery constitute the pretrial phase of a law suit.

"Any adverse event could prevent Napoles from fully identifying the senators and congressmen with whom she had PDAF transactions. For example, any of the suspects could hire operatives to silence her, or she might inflict physical damage on herself. She might contract a life-threatening ailment. For any of these reasons, the Rules of Court allows her to give her testimony well before trial," the senator said.

Santiago said that Napoles can make a deposition, even before trial begins in court.

"If Napoles decides to perpetuate her testimony in order to reduce the level of threats to her security, she has to file a verified petition in court," the senator said.

Santiago said that among the contents of the petition one of the most important is the name of the persons that Napoles expect will be adverse parties, meaning the lawmakers who gave pork barrel funds to Napoles-related NGOs.

"The court should grant the petition for deposition if the perpetuation of the testimony may prevent a failure or delay of justice," she said. Santiago said that the law is found in the Rules of Court, Rule 134, entitled "Perpetuation of testimony."

"It can reasonably be expected that Napoles will name the senators and representatives as expected adverse parties. The Rules require her to serve notice at least 20 days before the date of hearing," she said.

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Birds of the Same Feather Ends in the Same Chair

LI LING
(Parting from Su Wu)

The good time will never come back again:
In a moment,â€"our parting will be over.
Anxiouslyâ€"we halt at the road-side,
Hesitatingâ€"we embrace where the fields begin.
The clouds above are floating across the sky:
Swiftly, swiftly passing: or blending together.
The waves in the wind lose their fixed place
And are rolled away each to a corner of Heaven.
From now onwardsâ€"long must be our parting.
So let us stop again for a little while.
I wish I could ride on the wings of the morning wind
And go with you right to your journey’s end.

TO HIS WIFE
By General Su Wu (circa 100 b.c.)

Since our hair was plaited and we became man and wife
The love between us was never broken by doubt.
So let us be merry this night together,
Feasting and playing while the good time lasts.

I suddenly remember the distance that I must travel;
I spring from bed and look out to see the time.
The stars and planets are all grown dim in the sky;
Long, long is the road; I cannot stay.
I am going on service, away to the battle-ground,
And I do not know when I shall come back.
I hold your hand with only a deep sigh;
Afterwards, tearsâ€"in the days when we are parted.
With all your might enjoy the spring flowers,
But do not forget the time of our love and pride.
Know that if I live, I will come back again,
And if I die, we will go on thinking of each other.

Burbank with a Baedeker: Bleistein with a Cigar

       Tra-la-la-la-la-la-laireâ€"nil nisi divinum stabile
       est; caetera fumusâ€"the gondola stopped, the old
       palace was there, how charming its grey and pinkâ€"
       goats and monkeys, with such hair too!â€"so the
       countess passed on until she came through the
       little park, where Niobe presented her with a
       cabinet, and so departed.
     Burbank crossed a little bridge
     Descending at a small hotel;
     Princess Volupine arrived,
     They were together, and he fell.

     Defunctive music under sea
     Passed seaward with the passing bell
     Slowly: the God Hercules
     Had left him, that had loved him well.

     The horses, under the axletree
     Beat up the dawn from Istria
     With even feet. Her shuttered barge
     Burned on the water all the day.

     But this or such was Bleistein's way:
     A saggy bending of the knees
     And elbows, with the palms turned out,
     Chicago Semite Viennese.

     A lustreless protrusive eye
     Stares from the protozoic slime
     At a perspective of Canaletto.
     The smoky candle end of time

     Declines. On the Rialto once.
     The rats are underneath the piles.
     The jew is underneath the lot.
     Money in furs. The boatman smiles,

     Princess Volupine extends
     A meagre, blue-nailed, phthisic hand
     To climb the waterstair. Lights, lights,
     She entertains Sir Ferdinand

     Klein. Who clipped the lion's wings
     And flea'd his rump and pared his claws?
     Thought Burbank, meditating on
     Time's ruins, and the seven laws.

Sweeney Erect
by T.S. Eliot

                           And the trees about me,
       Let them be dry and leafless; let the rocks
       Groan with continual surges; and behind me
       Make all a desolation. Look, look, wenches!
     Paint me a cavernous waste shore
     Cast in the unstilted Cyclades,
     Paint me the bold anfractuous rocks
     Faced by the snarled and yelping seas.

     Display me Aeolus above
     Reviewing the insurgent gales
     Which tangle Ariadne's hair
     And swell with haste the perjured sails.

     Morning stirs the feet and hands
     (Nausicaa and Polypheme),
     Gesture of orang-outang
     Rises from the sheets in steam.

     This withered root of knots of hair
     Slitted below and gashed with eyes,
     This oval O cropped out with teeth:
     The sickle motion from the thighs

     Jackknifes upward at the knees
     Then straightens out from heel to hip
     Pushing the framework of the bed
     And clawing at the pillow slip.

     Sweeney addressed full length to shave
     Broadbottomed, pink from nape to base,
     Knows the female temperament
     And wipes the suds around his face.

     (The lengthened shadow of a man
     Is history, said Emerson
     Who had not seen the silhouette
     Of Sweeney straddled in the sun).

     Tests the razor on his leg
     Waiting until the shriek subsides.
     The epileptic on the bed
     Curves backward, clutching at her sides.

     The ladies of the corridor
     Find themselves involved, disgraced,
     Call witness to their principles
     And deprecate the lack of taste

     Observing that hysteria
     Might easily be misunderstood;
     Mrs. Turner intimates
     It does the house no sort of good.

     But Doris, towelled from the bath,
     Enters padding on broad feet,
     Bringing sal volatile
     And a glass of brandy neat.

A Cooking Egg
by T.S. Eliot

       En l'an trentiesme de mon aage
       Que toutes mes hontes j'ay beues...
     Pipit sate upright in her chair
       Some distance from where I was sitting;
     Views of the Oxford Colleges
       Lay on the table, with the knitting.

     Daguerreotypes and silhouettes,
       Her grandfather and great great aunts,
     Supported on the mantelpiece
       An Invitation to the Dance.
      .    .    .    .    .    .
     I shall not want Honour in Heaven
       For I shall meet Sir Philip Sidney
     And have talk with Coriolanus
       And other heroes of that kidney.

     I shall not want Capital in Heaven
       For I shall meet Sir Alfred Mond:
     We two shall lie together, lapt
       In a five per cent Exchequer Bond.

     I shall not want Society in Heaven,
       Lucretia Borgia shall be my Bride;
     Her anecdotes will be more amusing
       Than Pipit's experience could provide.

     I shall not want Pipit in Heaven:
       Madame Blavatsky will instruct me
     In the Seven Sacred Trances;
       Piccarda de Donati will conduct me.

      .    .    .    .    .    .

     But where is the penny world I bought
       To eat with Pipit behind the screen?
     The red-eyed scavengers are creeping
       From Kentish Town and Golder's Green;

     Where are the eagles and the trumpets?

       Buried beneath some snow-deep Alps.
     Over buttered scones and crumpets
       Weeping, weeping multitudes
     Droop in a hundred A.B.C.'s

     ["ABC's" signifes endemic teashops, found in all parts of
     London. The initials signify "Aerated Bread Company,
     Limited."â€"Project Gutenberg Editor's replacement of
     original footnote]

The Hippopotamus
by T.S. Eliot

       Similiter et omnes revereantur Diaconos, ut
       mandatum Jesu Christi; et Episcopum, ut Jesum
       Christum, existentem filium Patris; Presbyteros
       autem, ut concilium Dei et conjunctionem
       Apostolorum. Sine his Ecclesia non vocatur; de
       quibus suadeo vos sic habeo.

       S. IGNATII AD TRALLIANOS.

       And when this epistle is read among you, cause
       that it be read also in the church of the
       Laodiceans.
     The broad-backed hippopotamus
     Rests on his belly in the mud;
     Although he seems so firm to us
     He is merely flesh and blood.

     Flesh-and-blood is weak and frail,
     Susceptible to nervous shock;
     While the True Church can never fail
     For it is based upon a rock.

     The hippo's feeble steps may err
     In compassing material ends,
     While the True Church need never stir
     To gather in its dividends.

     The 'potamus can never reach
     The mango on the mango-tree;
     But fruits of pomegranate and peach
     Refresh the Church from over sea.

     At mating time the hippo's voice
     Betrays inflexions hoarse and odd,
     But every week we hear rejoice
     The Church, at being one with God.

     The hippopotamus's day
     Is passed in sleep; at night he hunts;
     God works in a mysterious way-
     The Church can sleep and feed at once.

     I saw the 'potamus take wing
     Ascending from the damp savannas,
     And quiring angels round him sing
     The praise of God, in loud hosannas.

     Blood of the Lamb shall wash him clean
     And him shall heavenly arms enfold,
     Among the saints he shall be seen
     Performing on a harp of gold.

     He shall be washed as white as snow,
     By all the martyr'd virgins kiss,
     While the True Church remains below
     Wrapt in the old miasmal mist.

By Priam F. Nepomuceno

The Philippine Marine Corps (PMC) on Monday announced that it will be hosting "PHIBLEX 14" this coming Sept. 18 with some 2,300 US and Philippine servicemen undergoing a three-week interoperability training.

The activity includes bilateral air-ground and amphibious training as well as staff planning exercise.

The bilateral amphibious exercise will be conducted with the 13th Marine Expeditionary Unit and 3rd Marine Expeditionary Brigade from the United States Marine Corps.

US forces will be paired with the joint Philippine Navy, Air force and Army units on a subject matter expertise exchange activities.

The exercise will be conducted within selected camps of the Armed Forces of the Philippines (AFP) such as the Naval Education and Training Command in San Antonio, Zambales; Crow Valley in Capas, Tarlac; Marine Base Gregorio Lim in Ternate, Cavite; Marine Barracks Rudiardo Brown in Metro Manila; and at the Basa Airbase in Clark Field, Pampanga.

"PHIBLEX 14" is designed to improve interoperability, increase readiness and enhance the ability of both countries to respond to natural disasters or other regional contingencies.

It will enhance local infrastructure and quality of life and build upon vibrant professional and personal relationships between Philippine and US Marines.

The bilateral Philippine-US Marine Corps training, consisting of a staff planning exercise, field training exercises and humanitarian and civic assistance projects, sustains and reinforces the foundation and framework for a bilateral force to respond rapidly and effectively to regional humanitarian crises.

The staff planning exercise will increase the capability to conduct bilateral maritime security and territorial defense operations.

The field training exercises will provide the Philippine and US Marine units an opportunity to maintain their unit skill sets while sharing best practices and enhancing an already high level of interoperability.

Additionally, Philippine and US forces will carry out a series of humanitarian and civic assistance (HCA) projects that will include engineering civic action projects, to improve local infrastructure, and cooperative health engagements, to share medical best practices, promote civil military relations with the community while advancing humanitarian interests and meet the medical needs of Filipino citizens.

Whispers of Immortality
by T.S. Eliot

     Webster was much possessed by death
     And saw the skull beneath the skin;
     And breastless creatures under ground
     Leaned backward with a lipless grin.

     Daffodil bulbs instead of balls
     Stared from the sockets of the eyes!
     He knew that thought clings round dead limbs
     Tightening its lusts and luxuries.

     Donne, I suppose, was such another
     Who found no substitute for sense;
     To seize and clutch and penetrate,
     Expert beyond experience,

     He knew the anguish of the marrow
     The ague of the skeleton;
     No contact possible to flesh
     Allayed the fever of the bone.
    .    .    .    .    .
     Grishkin is nice: her Russian eye
     Is underlined for emphasis;
     Uncorseted, her friendly bust
     Gives promise of pneumatic bliss.

     The couched Brazilian jaguar
     Compels the scampering marmoset
     With subtle effluence of cat;
     Grishkin has a maisonette;

     The sleek Brazilian jaguar
     Does not in its arboreal gloom
     Distil so rank a feline smell
     As Grishkin in a drawing-room.

     And even the Abstract Entities
     Circumambulate her charm;
     But our lot crawls between dry ribs
     To keep our metaphysics warm.

Mr. Eliot's Sunday Morning Service
by T.S. Eliot

       Look, look, master, here comes two religious
       caterpillars.
                     The Jew of Malta.
     Polyphiloprogenitive
     The sapient sutlers of the Lord
     Drift across the window-panes.
     In the beginning was the Word.

     In the beginning was the Word.
     Superfetation of [Greek text inserted here],
     And at the mensual turn of time
     Produced enervate Origen.

     A painter of the Umbrian school
     Designed upon a gesso ground
     The nimbus of the Baptized God.
     The wilderness is cracked and browned

     But through the water pale and thin
     Still shine the unoffending feet
     And there above the painter set
     The Father and the Paraclete.
    .    .    .    .    .
     The sable presbyters approach
     The avenue of penitence;
     The young are red and pustular
     Clutching piaculative pence.

     Under the penitential gates
     Sustained by staring Seraphim
     Where the souls of the devout
     Burn invisible and dim.

     Along the garden-wall the bees
     With hairy bellies pass between
     The staminate and pistilate,
     Blest office of the epicene.

     Sweeney shifts from ham to ham
     Stirring the water in his bath.
     The masters of the subtle schools
     Are controversial, polymath.

Sweeney Among the Nightingales
by T.S. Eliot

       [Greek text inserted here]
     Apeneck Sweeney spreads his knees
     Letting his arms hang down to laugh,
     The zebra stripes along his jaw
     Swelling to maculate giraffe.

     The circles of the stormy moon
     Slide westward toward the River Plate,
     Death and the Raven drift above
     And Sweeney guards the hornèd gate.

     Gloomy Orion and the Dog
     Are veiled; and hushed the shrunken seas;
     The person in the Spanish cape
     Tries to sit on Sweeney's knees

     Slips and pulls the table cloth
     Overturns a coffee-cup,
     Reorganized upon the floor
     She yawns and draws a stocking up;

     The silent man in mocha brown
     Sprawls at the window-sill and gapes;
     The waiter brings in oranges
     Bananas figs and hothouse grapes;

     The silent vertebrate in brown
     Contracts and concentrates, withdraws;
     Rachel née Rabinovitch
     Tears at the grapes with murderous paws;

     She and the lady in the cape
     Are suspect, thought to be in league;
     Therefore the man with heavy eyes
     Declines the gambit, shows fatigue,

     Leaves the room and reappears
     Outside the window, leaning in,
     Branches of wisteria
     Circumscribe a golden grin;

     The host with someone indistinct
     Converses at the door apart,
     The nightingales are singing near
     The Convent of the Sacred Heart,

     And sang within the bloody wood
     When Agamemnon cried aloud,
     And let their liquid droppings fall
     To stain the stiff dishonoured shroud.

Midsayap, North Cotabato - The two soldiers wounded in a bomb attack by suspected Moro rebels i a remote village here last week are recovering, police said here Sunday.

This developed as police in Midsayap placed its forces on heightened alert following intelligence reports of more bomb attacks on government forces and populated areas.

Supt. Renante Delos Santos, Midsayap police chief, said Staff Sgt. Rodolfo Obugan and Sgt. Raymond Sapon, both of 7th Field Artillery Battalion are recovering fast at the Army's Camp Siongco Hospital inside the military's 6th Infantry Division in Barangay Awang, Datu Odin Sinsuat, Maguindanao.

The two soldiers were manning an Army base in remote Barangay Nabalawag, Midsayap, near the borders with Datu Piang, Maguinanao.

They were to take a bath at a nearby water pump when an Improvised Explosive Device (IED) left by suspected members of the Bangsamoro Islamic Freedom Fighters (BIFF) went off at 6 a.m.

Army and police bomb experts said the IED was fashioned from 60 mm mortar with mobile phone as trigger mechanis, a signature armament of the BIFF.

It was the fifth bomb attack in Midsayap in August.

Soldiers manning all entry and exit points forced two suspected bomber to abandon an IED in front of a variety store in Barangay Ned last week.

The two men posed as cigarette buyer at the variety store and left hastily followed by a power blast that ripped through the semi-concrete variety store. Nobody was hurt.

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
by T.S. Eliot

       S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse
       A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
       Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
       Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo
       Non torno vivo alcun, s'i'odo il vero,
       Senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.
     Let us go then, you and I,
     When the evening is spread out against the sky
     Like a patient etherized upon a table;
     Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
     The muttering retreats
     Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
     And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
     Streets that follow like a tedious argument
     Of insidious intent
     To lead you to an overwhelming question....
     Oh, do not ask, "What is it?"
     Let us go and make our visit.

     In the room the women come and go
     Talking of Michelangelo.

     The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
     The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
     Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
     Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
     Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
     Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
     And seeing that it was a soft October night,
     Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.

     And indeed there will be time
     For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
     Rubbing its back upon the window panes;
     There will be time, there will be time
     To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet
     There will be time to murder and create,
     And time for all the works and days of hands
     That lift and drop a question on your plate;
     Time for you and time for me,
     And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
     And for a hundred visions and revisions,
     Before the taking of a toast and tea.

     In the room the women come and go
     Talking of Michelangelo.

     And indeed there will be time
     To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?"
     Time to turn back and descend the stair,
     With a bald spot in the middle of my hairâ€"
     (They will say: "How his hair is growing thin!")
     My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
     My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pinâ€"
     (They will say: "But how his arms and legs are thin!")
     Do I dare
     Disturb the universe?
     In a minute there is time
     For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

     For I have known them all already, known them all:
     Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
     I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
     I know the voices dying with a dying fall
     Beneath the music from a farther room.
       So how should I presume?

     And I have known the eyes already, known them allâ€"
     The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
     And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
     When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
     Then how should I begin
     To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
       And how should I presume?

     And I have known the arms already, known them allâ€"
     Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
     (But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!)
     Is it perfume from a dress
     That makes me so digress?
     Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
       And should I then presume?
       And how should I begin?
    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .
     Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
     And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
     Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?

     I should have been a pair of ragged claws
     Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .

     And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
     Smoothed by long fingers,
     Asleep... tired... or it malingers.
     Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
     Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
     Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
     But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
     Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter,
     I am no prophetâ€"and here's no great matter;
     I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
     And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
     And in short, I was afraid.

     And would it have been worth it, after all,
     After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
     Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
     Would it have been worth while,
     To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
     To have squeezed the universe into a ball
     To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
     To say: "I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
     Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all"â€"
     If one, settling a pillow by her head,
       Should say: "That is not what I meant at all;
       That is not it, at all."

     And would it have been worth it, after all,
     Would it have been worth while,
     After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
     After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the
         floorâ€"
     And this, and so much more?â€"
     It is impossible to say just what I mean!
     But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
     Would it have been worth while
     If one, settling a  pillow or throwing off a shawl,
     And turning toward the window, should say:
       "That is not it at all,
       That is not what I meant, at all."
    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .
     No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
     Am an attendant lord, one that will do
     To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
     Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
     Deferential, glad to be of use,
     Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
     Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
     At times, indeed, almost ridiculousâ€"
     Almost, at times, the Fool.

     I grow old... I grow old...
     I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

     Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
     I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
     I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

     I do not think that they will sing to me.

     I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
     Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
     When the wind blows the water white and black.

     We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
     By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
     Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

Portrait of a Lady
by T.S. Eliot

       Thou hast committedâ€"
       Fornication: but that was in another country
       And besides, the wench is dead.
       The Jew of Malta.
     I

     Among the smoke and fog of a December afternoon
     You have the scene arrange itselfâ€"as it will seem to doâ€"
     With "I have saved this afternoon for you";
     And four wax candles in the darkened room,
     Four rings of light upon the ceiling overhead,
     An atmosphere of Juliet's tomb
     Prepared for all the things to be said, or left unsaid.
     We have been, let us say, to hear the latest Pole
     Transmit the Preludes, through his hair and finger-tips.
     "So intimate, this Chopin, that I think his soul
     Should be resurrected only among friends
     Some two or three, who will not touch the bloom
     That is rubbed and questioned in the concert room."
     â€"And so the conversation slips
     Among velleities and carefully caught regrets
     Through attenuated tones of violins
     Mingled with remote cornets
     And begins.

     "You do not know how much they mean to me, my friends,
     And how, how rare and strange it is, to find
     In a life composed so much, so much of odds and ends,
     (For indeed I do not love it... you knew? you are not blind!
     How keen you are!)
     To find a friend who has these qualities,
     Who has, and gives
     Those qualities upon which friendship lives.
     How much it means that I say this to youâ€"
     Without these friendshipsâ€"life, what cauchemar!"
     Among the windings of the violins
     And the ariettes
     Of cracked cornets
     Inside my brain a dull tom-tom begins
     Absurdly hammering a prelude of its own,
     Capricious monotone
     That is at least one definite "false note."
     â€"Let us take the air, in a tobacco trance,
     Admire the monuments
     Discuss the late events,
     Correct our watches by the public clocks.
     Then sit for half an hour and drink our bocks.

     II

     Now that lilacs are in bloom
     She has a bowl of lilacs in her room
     And twists one in her fingers while she talks.
     "Ah, my friend, you do not know, you do not know
     What life is, you should hold it in your hands";
     (Slowly twisting the lilac stalks)
     "You let it flow from you, you let it flow,
     And youth is cruel, and has no remorse
     And smiles at situations which it cannot see."
     I smile, of course,
     And go on drinking tea.
     "Yet with these April sunsets, that somehow recall
     My buried life, and Paris in the Spring,
     I feel immeasurably at peace, and find the world
     To be wonderful and youthful, after all."

     The voice returns like the insistent out-of-tune
     Of a broken violin on an August afternoon:
     "I am always sure that you understand
     My feelings, always sure that you feel,
     Sure that across the gulf you reach your hand.

     You are invulnerable, you have no Achilles' heel.
     You will go on, and when you have prevailed
     You can say: at this point many a one has failed.

     But what have I, but what have I, my friend,
     To give you, what can you receive from me?
     Only the friendship and the sympathy
     Of one about to reach her journey's end.

     I shall sit here, serving tea to friends...."

     I take my hat: how can I make a cowardly amends
     For what she has said to me?
     You will see me any morning in the park
     Reading the comics and the sporting page.
     Particularly I remark An English countess goes upon the stage.
     A Greek was murdered at a Polish dance,
     Another bank defaulter has confessed.
     I keep my countenance, I remain self-possessed
     Except when a street piano, mechanical and tired
     Reiterates some worn-out common song
     With the smell of hyacinths across the garden
     Recalling things that other people have desired.
     Are these ideas right or wrong?

     III

     The October night comes down; returning as before
     Except for a slight sensation of being ill at ease
     I mount the stairs and turn the handle of the door
     And feel as if I had mounted on my hands and knees.

     "And so you are going abroad; and when do you return?
     But that's a useless question.
     You hardly know when you are coming back,
     You will find so much to learn."
     My smile falls heavily among the bric-à-brac.

     "Perhaps you can write to me."
     My self-possession flares up for a second;
     This is as I had reckoned.

     "I have been wondering frequently of late
     (But our beginnings never know our ends!)
     Why we have not developed into friends."
     I feel like one who smiles, and turning shall remark
     Suddenly, his expression in a glass.
     My self-possession gutters; we are really in the dark.

     "For everybody said so, all our friends,
     They all were sure our feelings would relate
     So closely! I myself can hardly understand.
     We must leave it now to fate.
     You will write, at any rate.
     Perhaps it is not too late.
     I shall sit here, serving tea to friends."

     And I must borrow every changing shape
     To find expression... dance, dance
     Like a dancing bear,
     Cry like a parrot, chatter like an ape.
     Let us take the air, in a tobacco tranceâ€"
     Well! and what if she should die some afternoon,
     Afternoon grey and smoky, evening yellow and rose;
     Should die and leave me sitting pen in hand
     With the smoke coming down above the housetops;
     Doubtful, for quite a while
     Not knowing what to feel or if I understand
     Or whether wise or foolish, tardy or too soon...
     Would she not have the advantage, after all?
     This music is successful with a "dying fall"
     Now that we talk of dyingâ€"
     And should I have the right to smile?

news ni sya kay tiaw bay gilugos, unya dili diay mokiha.

indian way of writing.

Winners of 2013 Carlos Palanca Awards
Nobelaâ€"Grand prize: Eros Sanchez Atalia (“Tatlong Gabi, Tatlong Araw”).

Dulang Pampelikulaâ€"2nd: George A. De Jesus III (“Kung Paano Maghiwalay”); 3rd: Patrick John R. Valencia (“The Revenge of the Comfort Woman”).

Dulang Ganap ang Habaâ€"3rd: Luciano Sonny O. Valencia (“Dhahran Queens Manila”).

Dulang May Isang Yugtoâ€"1st: Miguel Antonio Alfredo V. Luarca (“Mga Kuneho”); 2nd: George A. De Jesus III (“Kapit”); 3rd: Bernadette Villanueva Neri (“Pamamanhikan”).

Tulaâ€"1st: Enrique S. Villasis (“Manansala”); 2nd: Mark Anthony Angeles (“Asal-Hayop”); 3rd: Kristian Sendon Cordero (“Lobo sa Loob: Mga Tula”).

Tulang Pambataâ€"1st: Eugene Y. Evasco (“Harana ng Kuliglig”); 2nd: April Jade I. Biglaen (“Family Tree na Tumubo sa Anit”); 3rd: Alvin Capili Ursua (“Sisid”).

Maikling Kuwentoâ€"1st: Lilia Quindoza Santiago (“Bayanggudaw”); 2nd: Bernadette Villanueva Neri (“Pamamanhikan”); 3rd: Kristian Sendon Cordero (“Ad Astra Per Aspera”).

Maikling Kuwentong Pambataâ€"1st: Maryrose Jairene C. Cruz (“Ang Paglalakbay ni Pipoy Piso”); 2nd: Eugene Y. Evasco and Chris Martinez (“Ang Singsing-Pari sa Pisara”); 3rd: Lucky Virgo Joyce Tinio (“Salusalo para kay Kuya”).
Sanaysayâ€"1st: Kristian Sendon Cordero (“Our Lady of Imelda”); 2nd: Salvador T. Biglaen (“Gabay sa Gurong-Lingkod”); 3rd: Laurence Marvin S. Castillo for (“Mga Birtwal na Karahasan”).

Kabataan Sanaysayâ€"1st: Rowin C. de Leon (“Ang Alamat ng Batang Manunulat”); 2nd: Annette Irina C. Tanlimco (“Pagkatok ng Dumadagundong na Manok sa Umaga”); 3rd: Rajee S. Florido (“Deus ex Machina: Sapagkat Tayo ay Bulag Pa”).

Novelâ€"Grand prize: Jose Elvin Bueno (“Subversivo, Inc.”).

Full-Length Playâ€"1st: Jay M. Crisostomo IV (“End of the Gallows”); 2nd: Mario L. Mendez Jr. (“The Son of Ashes”); 3rd: Floy C. Quintos (“Collection”).

One-Act Playâ€"1st: Allan B. Lopez (“Blue Eyes”); 2nd: Lystra Aranal (“Debrief”); 3rd: Danilo Niño Calalang (“Call of Duty”).

Poetryâ€"1st: Mikael de Lara Co (“Pastoral and other poems”); 2nd: Carlomar Arcangel Daoana (“Crown for Maria”); 3rd: Joy Anne Icayan (“Animal Experiments”).

Poetry for Childrenâ€"1st: Mia A. Buenaventura (“Attack of the Persistent Cold Virus and Other Poems”); 2nd: Francis C. Macansantos  (“Mr. Bully and Other Poems for Children”); 3rd: Kathleen Aton-Osias (“Monsters Under my Bed” ).

Short Storyâ€"1st: John Bengan (“Armor”); 2nd: Erlinda V. Kravetz (“Krystal Hut”); 3rd: Lystra Aranal (“Ren”).

Short Story For Childrenâ€"1st: Nadeth Rae E. Rival (“Marvino’s League of Superheroes); 2nd: Cheeno Marlo Sayuno (The Magic Bahag); 3rd: Patricia Marie Grace S. Gomez (“A Thousand of Paper Cranes”).

Essayâ€"1st: Shakira Andrea C. Sison (“The Krakauer Table); 2nd: Laurel Anne Fantauzzo (“Under My Invisible Umbrella”); 3rd: Maria Neobie G. Gonzalez (“Voices from the Village”).

Kabataan Essayâ€"1st: Marc Christian M. Lopez (“Hymns of the Mountains, Dreams of the Stars”); 2nd: Vicah Adrienne P. Villanueva (“Panacea”); 3rd: Pauline Samantha B. Sagayo (“Manifesto of Literature”).

Short Story-Cebuanoâ€"1st: Jona Branzuela (“Bering Tubod”); 2nd: Richel G. Dorotan (“Ang Batang Tamsi”); 3rd: Noel P. Tuazon (“Padre Botox”).

Short Story-Hiligaynonâ€"1st: Peter Solis Nery (“Si Padre Olan Kag Ang Dios”); 2nd: Norman Tagudinay (“Darap Ulubrahon”); 3rd: Alice Tan Gonzales (“Torbik”).

Short Story-Ilukoâ€"2nd: Danilo B. Antalan (“Bagnos Payegpeg, Beterano”); 3rd: Gorgonia B. Serrano (“Ti Palimed ni Katugangak”).

Decent Tricycle in Tagum City, Davao

Amazing Anda, Bohol

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The Power of Wheelchair

leery
leer·y [lree]
(comparative leer·i·er, superlative leer·i·est) or lear·y [lree] (comparative lear·i·er, superlative lear·i·est)
adjective
suspicious: regarding somebody or something with suspicion
Many scientists are leery of the new claims.

[Early 18th century. Origin ?]

-leer·i·ness, noun

basin nalipay ra pud diay siya kay natambalan ang iyang kauhaw maong dili mo-file ug kaso. mga pangagpas lang kini sa tawhanon nga pagpamalandong.

Labor Day
BY JOSEPH MILLAR

Even the bosses are sleeping late
in the dusty light of September.

The parking lot’s empty and no one cares.
No one unloads a ladder, steps on the gas

or starts up the big machines in the shop,
sanding and grinding, cutting and binding.

No one lays a flat bead of flux over a metal seam
or lowers the steel forks from a tailgate.

Shadows gather inside the sleeve
of the empty thermos beside the sink,

the bells go still by the channel buoy,
the wind lies down in the west,

the tuna boats rest on their tie-up lines
turning a little, this way and that.

Poem copyright ©2012 by Joseph Millar from his most recent book of poems, Blue Rust, Carnegie Mellon University Press, 2012. Poem reprinted by permission of Joseph Millar and the publisher.

Problems of Knowledge
BY JOSHUA EDWARDS

Translation broadens language
as divorce and remarriage extend family.

Born to fade and break, facts
huddle inside black brackets.

Work means inquisition as a child
separates a cricket’s wings from thorax.

Ideas come apart as monads, metastasizing
rhapsody on the edge of delicate dusk.

Thunder sounds in the distance or television,
always on in this constant rain.

Joshua Edwards, “Problems of Knowledge” from Imperial Nostalgias. Copyright © 2012 by Joshua Edwards. Reprinted by permission of Ugly Duckling Presse.

Source: (Ugly Duckling Presse, 2013)

Ahas na Tao is Photoshopped

the will to survive is indestructible.

Preludes
by T.S. Eliot

     I

     The winter evening settles down
     With smell of steaks in passageways.
     Six o'clock.
     The burnt-out ends of smoky days.
     And now a gusty shower wraps
     The grimy scraps
     Of withered leaves about your feet
     And newspapers from vacant lots;
     The showers beat
     On broken blinds and chimney-pots,
     And at the corner of the street
     A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps.
     And then the lighting of the lamps.

     II

     The morning comes to consciousness
     Of faint stale smells of beer
     From the sawdust-trampled street
     With all its muddy feet that press
     To early coffee-stands.

     With the other masquerades
     That time resumes,
     One thinks of all the hands
     That are raising dingy shades
     In a thousand furnished rooms.

     III

     You tossed a blanket from the bed,
     You lay upon your back, and waited;
     You dozed, and watched the night revealing
     The thousand sordid images
     Of which your soul was constituted;
     They flickered against the ceiling.
     And when all the world came back
     And the light crept up between the shutters,
     And you heard the sparrows in the gutters,
     You had such a vision of the street
     As the street hardly understands;
     Sitting along the bed's edge, where
     You curled the papers from your hair,
     Or clasped the yellow soles of feet
     In the palms of both soiled hands.

     IV

     His soul stretched tight across the skies
     That fade behind a city block,
     Or trampled by insistent feet
     At four and five and six o'clock;
     And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
     And evening newspapers, and eyes
     Assured of certain certainties,
     The conscience of a blackened street
     Impatient to assume the world.

     I am moved by fancies that are curled
     Around these images, and cling:
     The notion of some infinitely gentle
     Infinitely suffering thing.

     Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
     The worlds revolve like ancient women
     Gathering fuel in vacant lots.

Rhapsody on a Windy Night
by T.S. Eliot

     Twelve o'clock.
     Along the reaches of the street
     Held in a lunar synthesis,
     Whispering lunar incantations
     Disolve the floors of memory
     And all its clear relations,
     Its divisions and precisions,
     Every street lamp that I pass
     Beats like a fatalistic drum,
     And through the spaces of the dark
     Midnight shakes the memory
     As a madman shakes a dead geranium.

     Half-past one,
     The street lamp sputtered,
     The street lamp muttered,
     The street lamp said,
     "Regard that woman
     Who hesitates toward you in the light of the door
     Which opens on her like a grin.
     You see the border of her dress
     Is torn and stained with sand,
     And you see the corner of her eye
     Twists like a crooked pin."

     The memory throws up high and dry
     A crowd of twisted things;
     A twisted branch upon the beach
     Eaten smooth, and polished
     As if the world gave up
     The secret of its skeleton,
     Stiff and white.
     A broken spring in a factory yard,
     Rust that clings to the form that the strength has left
     Hard and curled and ready to snap.

     Half-past two,
     The street-lamp said,
     "Remark the cat which flattens itself in the gutter,
     Slips out its tongue
     And devours a morsel of rancid butter."
     So the hand of the child, automatic,
     Slipped out and pocketed a toy that was running along
     the quay.
     I could see nothing behind that child's eye.
     I have seen eyes in the street
     Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
     And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
     An old crab with barnacles on his back,
     Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.

     Half-past three,
     The lamp sputtered,
     The lamp muttered in the dark.

     The lamp hummed:
     "Regard the moon,
     La lune ne garde aucune rancune,
     She winks a feeble eye,
     She smiles into corners.
     She smooths the hair of the grass.
     The moon has lost her memory.
     A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
     Her hand twists a paper rose,
     That smells of dust and old Cologne,
     She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
     That cross and cross across her brain.
     The reminiscence comes
     Of sunless dry geraniums
     And dust in crevices,
     Smells of chestnuts in the streets
     And female smells in shuttered rooms
     And cigarettes in corridors
     And cocktail smells in bars."

     The lamp said,
     "Four o'clock,
     Here is the number on the door.
     Memory!
     You have the key,
     The little lamp spreads a ring on the stair,
     Mount.
     The bed is open; the tooth-brush hangs on the wall,
     Put your shoes at the door, sleep, prepare for life."

     The last twist of the knife.

Morning at the Window
by T.S. Eliot

     They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens,
     And along the trampled edges of the street
     I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids
     Sprouting despondently at area gates.
     The brown waves of fog toss up to me
     Twisted faces from the bottom of the street,
     And tear from a passer-by with muddy skirts
     An aimless smile that hovers in the air
     And vanishes along the level of the roofs.

The Boston Evening Transcript
by T.S. Eliot

     The readers of the Boston Evening Transcript
     Sway in the wind like a field of ripe corn.
     When evening quickens faintly in the street,
     Wakening the appetites of life in some
     And to others bringing the Boston Evening Transcript,
     I mount the steps and ring the bell, turning
     Wearily, as one would turn to nod good-bye to Rochefoucauld,
     If the street were time and he at the end of the street,
     And I say, "Cousin Harriet, here is the Boston Evening Transcript."

Aunt Helen
by T.S. Eliot

     Miss Helen Slingsby was my maiden aunt,
     And lived in a small house near a fashionable square
     Cared for by servants to the number of four.
     Now when she died there was silence in heaven
     And silence at her end of the street.
     The shutters were drawn and the undertaker wiped his feetâ€"
     He was aware that this sort of thing had occurred before.
     The dogs were handsomely provided for,
     But shortly afterwards the parrot died too.
     The Dresden clock continued ticking on the mantelpiece,
     And the footman sat upon the dining-table
     Holding the second housemaid on his kneesâ€"
     Who had always been so careful while her mistress lived.

Cousin Nancy
by T.S. Eliot

     Miss Nancy Ellicott Strode across the hills and broke them,
     Rode across the hills and broke themâ€"
     The barren New England hillsâ€"
     Riding to hounds
     Over the cow-pasture.

     Miss Nancy Ellicott smoked
     And danced all the modern dances;
     And her aunts were not quite sure how they felt about it,
     But they knew that it was modern.

     Upon the glazen shelves kept watch
     Matthew and Waldo, guardians of the faith,
     The army of unalterable law.

i go for targeted strikes. no random ones. only on places where chemical weapons are stored.

plump
plump [plump]
adjective (comparative plump·er, superlative plump·est)

1.  slightly overweight: rounded and somewhat overweight (sometimes considered offensive)
2.  well-fleshed: having a pleasing amount of flesh
a plump chicken

3.  filled with something: rounded and filled with something
a plump cushion

transitive and intransitive verb (past and past participle plumped, present participle plump·ing, 3rd person present singular plumps)
fatten or round: to become fatter, rounder, or softer, or make something do this
plump up the pillows

[15th century. < Middle Dutch or Middle Low German plomp "blunt, thick"]

-plump·ly, adverb
-plump·ness, noun

by Manila Times

Department of Pork (DePork). That’s the biggest government department.

Pork barrel is the biggest business of government. It refers to unprogrammed and discretionary funds of President BS Aquino, Vice President Jejomar Binay, and 289 congressmen and 24 senators to finance their pet projects most of which are whimsical or, worse, non-existent.

Not subject to rigid scrutiny, pork is money pocketed mainly by officials on a grand scale and in scandalous amounts.

Total pork barrel allocation in the 2014 budget of P475.69 billion: 11 P449.95 billion for President Aquino, P500 million for VP Binay, and P25.24 billion pork for Congress.

If P475.69 billion of pork were abolished, the Bureau of Internal Revenue would not need to collect 43 percent of its P1.1 trillion tax effort.

If the P475.69 billion were removed from the budget, you could abolish the incorrigibly corrupt Bureau of Customs, which collects yearly taxes and duties of P269 billion or 56.5 percent of DePork’s P475.69 billion budget.

Can you imagine the reduction in corruption if the BIR and Customs were either slimmed down or abolished?

With a P475.69 billion budget, DePork is

â€" 1.41 times bigger than the P336.9-billion budget of the Department of Education (which educates 23.85 million children in public kinder, elementary and high school);

â€" 2.22 times the P213.5-billion budget of the Department of Public Works and Highways (which this year promises to pave 15,872 kms of arterial roads);

â€" 3.51 times the P135.4-billion budget of the Department of Interior and Local Government (which pays the salary of 146,000 policemen),

â€" 3.88 times the P123.1-billion budget of the Department of National Defense (which pays the salary of 130,000 soldiers and defends the national territory from Chinese intrusions),

â€" 8.56 times the P87.1-billion budget of the Department of Health,

â€" 6.33 times the P80.7-billion budget of the Department of Agriculture,

â€" 8.42 times the P79-billion budget of the Department of Social Welfare and Development which next year will try to help 4.44 million families with cash doleouts.

The P475.69 pork is bigger than the combined P472 billion budget of three departments: DPWH, DILG and DND, meaning it is enough to pave 15,872 kilometers of roads, pay the salaries of 146,000 policemen and 130,000 soldiers, with money to spare to double the P27.62 billion spent for AFP Modernization in the past three years.

The P475.69 billion can finance the entire P400-billion infra budget of government for 2014, with more than P75 billion left to help additional 4.2 million dirt poor families with cash doleouts. The P475 billion can pay the salaries of two-thirds of government personnel in a year.

Yet, how many people will spend the P475.69 billion? Just 315 peopleâ€"the president, vice president, 24 senators and 289 congressmen.

At least 200 of these people (Aquino included) and their relatives have been in power for the past quarter century.

What did we get for their public service? A poverty incidence that has remained at 30 percent of the population (equivalent to 26 million Filipinos), hunger for half of the population, unemployment or underemployment for 12 million Filipinos, and one of the worst income inequality ratios in the world.

In the past 14 years, the world halved average poverty from 1999 levels. The Philippines did not.

Who pocketed the most pork money during 2007 to 2009 alone? Collated from the COA Report, here are the legislators who made it to the ----

HALL OF SHAME???

Mr. Apollinax
by T.S. Eliot

     When Mr. Apollinax visited the United States
     His laughter tinkled among the teacups.
     I thought of Fragilion, that shy figure among the birch-trees,
     And of Priapus in the shrubbery
     Gaping at the lady in the swing.
     In the palace of Mrs. Phlaccus, at Professor Channing-Cheetah's
     He laughed like an irresponsible foetus.
     His laughter was submarine and profound
     Like the old man of the sea's
     Hidden under coral islands
     Where worried bodies of drowned men drift down in the green silence,
     Dropping from fingers of surf.
     I looked for the head of Mr. Apollinax rolling under a chair
     Or grinning over a screen
     With seaweed in its hair.
     I heard the beat of centaur's hoofs over the hard turf
     As his dry and passionate talk devoured the afternoon.
     "He is a charming man"â€""But after all what did he mean?"â€"
     "His pointed ears... He must be unbalanced,"â€"
     "There was something he said that I might have challenged."
     Of dowager Mrs. Phlaccus, and Professor and Mrs. Cheetah
     I remember a slice of lemon, and a bitten macaroon.

La Figlia Che Piange
by T.S. Eliot

       O quam te memorem Virgo...
     Stand on the highest pavement of the stairâ€"
     Lean on a garden urnâ€"
     Weave, weave the sunlight in your hairâ€"
     Clasp your flowers to you with a pained surpriseâ€"
     Fling them to the ground and turn
     With a fugitive resentment in your eyes:
     But weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.

     So I would have had him leave,
     So I would have had her stand and grieve,
     So he would have left
     As the soul leaves the body torn and bruised,
     As the mind deserts the body it has used.
     I should find
     Some way incomparably light and deft,
     Some way we both should understand,
     Simple and faithless as a smile and shake of the hand.

     She turned away, but with the autumn weather
     Compelled my imagination many days,
     Many days and many hours:
     Her hair over her arms and her arms full of flowers.
     And I wonder how they should have been together!
     I should have lost a gesture and a pose.
     Sometimes these cogitations still amaze
     The troubled midnight and the noon's repose.

Conversation Galante
by T.S. Eliot

     I observe: "Our sentimental friend the moon!
     Or possibly (fantastic, I confess)
     It may be Prester John's balloon
     Or an old battered lantern hung aloft
     To light poor travellers to their distress."
       She then: "How you digress!"

     And I then: "Some one frames upon the keys
     That exquisite nocturne, with which we explain
     The night and moonshine; music which we seize
     To body forth our vacuity."
       She then: "Does this refer to me?"
       "Oh no, it is I who am inane."

     "You, madam, are the eternal humorist,
     The eternal enemy of the absolute,
     Giving our vagrant moods the slightest twist!
     With your air indifferent and imperious
     At a stroke our mad poetics to confuteâ€""
       Andâ€""Are we then so serious?"

Gerontion
by T.S. Eliot

       Thou hast nor youth nor age
       But as it were an after dinner sleep
       Dreaming of both.
     Here I am, an old man in a dry month,
     Being read to by a boy, waiting for rain.
     I was neither at the hot gates
     Nor fought in the warm rain
     Nor knee deep in the salt marsh, heaving a cutlass,
     Bitten by flies, fought.
     My house is a decayed house,
     And the jew squats on the window sill, the owner,
     Spawned in some estaminet of Antwerp,
     Blistered in Brussels, patched and peeled in London.
     The goat coughs at night in the field overhead;
     Rocks, moss, stonecrop, iron, merds.
     The woman keeps the kitchen, makes tea,
     Sneezes at evening, poking the peevish gutter.

                       I an old man,
     A dull head among windy spaces.

     Signs are taken for wonders. "We would see a sign":
     The word within a word, unable to speak a word,
     Swaddled with darkness. In the juvescence of the year
     Came Christ the tiger

     In depraved May, dogwood and chestnut, flowering Judas,
     To be eaten, to be divided, to be drunk
     Among whispers; by Mr. Silvero
     With caressing hands, at Limoges
     Who walked all night in the next room;
     By Hakagawa, bowing among the Titians;
     By Madame de Tornquist, in the dark room
     Shifting the candles; Fraulein von Kulp
     Who turned in the hall, one hand on the door. Vacant shuttles
     Weave the wind. I have no ghosts,
     An old man in a draughty house
     Under a windy knob.

     After such knowledge, what forgiveness? Think now
     History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors
     And issues, deceives with whispering ambitions,
     Guides us by vanities. Think now
     She gives when our attention is distracted
     And what she gives, gives with such supple confusions
     That the giving famishes the craving. Gives too late
     What's not believed in, or if still believed,
     In memory only, reconsidered passion. Gives too soon
     Into weak hands, what's thought can be dispensed with
     Till the refusal propagates a fear. Think
     Neither fear nor courage saves us. Unnatural vices
     Are fathered by our heroism. Virtues
     Are forced upon us by our impudent crimes.
     These tears are shaken from the wrath-bearing tree.

     The tiger springs in the new year. Us he devours. Think at last
     We have not reached conclusion, when I
     Stiffen in a rented house. Think at last
     I have not made this show purposelessly
     And it is not by any concitation
     Of the backward devils.
     I would meet you upon this honestly.
     I that was near your heart was removed therefrom
     To lose beauty in terror, terror in inquisition.
     I have lost my passion: why should I need to keep it
     Since what is kept must be adulterated?
     I have lost my sight, smell, hearing, taste and touch:
     How should I use it for your closer contact?

     These with a thousand small deliberations
     Protract the profit of their chilled delirium,
     Excite the membrane, when the sense has cooled,
     With pungent sauces, multiply variety
     In a wilderness of mirrors. What will the spider do,
     Suspend its operations, will the weevil
     Delay? De Bailhache, Fresca, Mrs. Cammel, whirled
     Beyond the circuit of the shuddering Bear
     In fractured atoms. Gull against the wind, in the windy straits
     Of Belle Isle, or running on the Horn,
     White feathers in the snow, the Gulf claims,
     And an old man driven by the Trades
     To a sleepy corner.

                       Tenants of the house,
     Thoughts of a dry brain in a dry season.

Sex Scandal of Vice-President Jejomar Binay?
As reported by radio station DZBB

The UK government has lost a vital parliamentary vote endorsing military operation in Syria in response to the alleged use of chemical weapons by the Syrian regime, British media reported.

The motion calling for a "strong humanitarian response" on Syria was defeated by 285 to 272 votes late on Thursday, The Guardian reported.

The opposition gained a majority when around 30 Conservative MPs crossed the floor to vote against the government, The Independent reported.

Speaking in parliament after the historic vote, ruling out London's involvement in any US-led strikes, Prime Minster David Cameron said: "It is clear to me that the British Parliament, reflecting the views of the British people, does not want to see British military action. I get that and the government will act accordingly," the paper reported.

In response to the vote by the British parliament, the White House said Washington “will continue to consult” with Britain, one of its “closest allies and friends,” the BBC reported.

The British vote follows a deadlocked meeting of the UN Security Council Wednesday, in which Britain had tried to get support for a resolution condemning Syria and authorizing military support against it for using chemical weapons. China and Russia opposed the resolution.

The UK Prime Minister’s Office said previously that if action in the UN Security Council is blocked, international law would still permit the country “to take exceptional measures in order to alleviate the scale of the overwhelming humanitarian catastrophe in Syria.”

Western powers are considering armed intervention in the two-year civil war after hundreds of people were killed last week in the Syrian capital Damascus in an apparent nerve gas attack that the Syrian opposition claimed was carried out by government forces and the government blamed on rebels. Western media speculated that such intervention might begin in the coming days.

Cameron called the purported gas attack "one of the most abhorrent uses of chemical weapons in a century," The Guardian said.

Moscow is focused on preventing any use of force against Syria, a Kremlin aide affirmed Friday.

“So far Russia is working hard to avoid any scenario involving the use of force with regard to Syria,” presidential aide Yury Ushakov said in reply to a question about what Moscow could do if force is used against the Assad regime.

He also said the United States has not handed Russia any “surveillance data” suggesting that Damascus has used chemical weapons, adding that Moscow does not believe claims that is had done so.

“They [Americans] are citing the secrecy of some information,” Ushakov said.

“We don’t have that evidence, and we don’t believe it,” he said.

The Syria issue is not on the agenda of the G20 summit due to take place on September 5-6 in St. Petersburg but it is bound to be discussed on the sidelines, Ushakov said.

Last Wish of Alexander the Great

Germany continues insisting on the necessity for unity among all members of the UN Security Council on the Syrian issue, as said in a statement by German Cabinet official representative Steffen Seibert on Friday.

“We hope that the Security Council will develop a solid stance (on Syria),” he noted. German officials repeatedly stressed that if the facts of chemical weapons use in Syria are proved, this shouldn’t remain unanswered. “We hope that nobody from the SC is going to close eyes to such a crime,” Seibert added.

Meanwhile, the government stated that Germany was not going to participate in the possible military operation in Syria. As Foreign Affairs Minister Guido Westerwelle said in an interview with Neue Osnabrücker Zeitung, Germany didn’t receive any requests of that kind.

Candidate for chancellor post from Social Democratic Party Peer Steinbrück also noted the need in political resolution of the Syrian conflict. “Negotiations lasting a hundred hours are better that one minute of shooting,” he said. The politician, considered as the main rival of Angela Merkel at the upcoming parliamentary elections on September 22, reckons discussing the Syrian issue on the sidelines of the G20 summit in St. Petersburg on September as important.

Because tuberculosis is a preventable and curable disease, a health official said on Friday that no one should die because of it.

Department of Health-National Capital Region (DOH-NCR) Director, Eduardo Janairo stressed this following the recent 5th Manuel L. Quezon Award given to outstanding local government units and health workers who work hand in hand to eliminate tuberculosis in the country.

“No one should die of this disease because anti-TB drugs are made available for free in all Directly Observed Treatment, Short-Course (DOTS) centers all over Metro Manila,” Janairo stated.

The DOH DOTS Program is a comprehensive strategy endorsed by the World Health Organization (WHO) and International Union against Tuberculosis and Lung Diseases (IUATLD) to detect and cure TB patients in the country.

DOTS can prevent new infections among children and adults, can stop resistance to anti-TB drugs and is cost-effective. Under the program, patients are required to take four kinds of drugs for six months.

“A person with TB only needs to do is to submit himself for treatment regularly and religiously take his medications in order to be cured. He explained that it is the only proven strategy to ensure the completion of TB treatment,” he added.

Janairo explained that if patients with TB had a hard time coming to health centers, health workers must seek them and provide the proper counseling and medical treatment needed for their medication.

“Only through an intensive follow up can we ensure the progress of every TB patient," Janairo said.

According to the NCR â€" National Tuberculosis Report of 2012, there are 32,638 registered TB cases in Metro Manila with Quezon City having the most number of cases with 6,680, Manila with 5,649.

Meanwhile Caloocan with 3,366, Taguig with 2,238, Valenzuela with 2,159, Pasig with 1,628, Las Pines City with 1,281, Marikina with 1,198, Mandaluyong with 1,147, Malabo with 1,121, Muntinlupa with 1,098, Makati with 1,095, Navotas with 1,095, Paranaque with 1,089, Pasay with 981, San Juan with 326, Pateros with 150 and New Blabbed Prison with 337 TB cases.

The DOH-NCR stated that tuberculosis is a major public health concern with 75 Filipinos dying of the disease daily with 5 deaths per minute.

In the Philippines, it ranks 9th among the 22 high burdened countries (HBCs) worldwide according to the Global TB Control Report. and ranks 7th with the most number of deaths (31,000) in 2010 as reported by WHO.

By Saul E. Pa-a

Just as the public eye focused these days on surrendered Janet Lim Napoles who is accused of illegal detention by her former aide, the twist of fate would now be on Napoles’ detention at the police special action forces (SAF) training camp in Fort Santo Domingo located in the Sta. Rosa City upland.

Close to 40 kilometers southeast of Manila enroute to the highlands approaching Tagaytay City, the SAF training camp lies in this highly-secured environment where detainee Napoles will be locked up in a renovated garrison.

In the midst of brouhaha and accusations by various camps on special treatment accorded to Napoles after turning herself in to Presidential officials and surrendered to President Benigno S. Aquino III in Malacañang on Wednesday night, her detention here adds to a list of formerly detained “high profile” prisoners where their safety and security were guaranteed.

Napoles was brought Thursday night to the Makati jail from Camp Crame where she was temporarily under custody after her surrender to President Aquino who personally joined Palace officials in bringing her to the PNP Headquarters in Camp Crame to ensure Napoles’ safety.

Makati Regional Trial Court Branch 150 Judge Elmo Alameda issued on Friday the four-page decision ordering the Napoles’ transfer citing “clear danger to her life” from the Makati City Jail to Fort Santo Domingo here.

The regional trial court granted the petition of Napoles’ lawyer Lorna Kapunan for her client’s transfer describing the “high profile detainee” needs a safer jail facility.

Judge Alameda weighed in for the trial court’s decision on the testimony of the Makati City jail warden Fermin Enriquez who told the court on Friday that the Makati prison facility “cannot guarantee the safety, 24/7″ of Napoles.

The Makati prison warden also cited the facility’s lack of personnel to secure a “high-profile” suspect such as Napoles with initially only two female prison guards ensuring her safety in her detention cell with just a handful of Bureau of Jail and Penology (BJMP) armed personnel.

Authorities here believed the training camp specializing in domestic counter terrorism, airtight law enforcement and commando-type raids and unconventional warfare tactics can secure Napoles.

From her much ballyhooed arrest, search and surrender, Napoles’ detention would soon be in this same Special Forces camp where then high-profile prisoners former President Joseph Ejercito Estrada, Zamboanga del Norte Congressman Romeo Jalosjos, MNLF founder and chairman Nur Misuari, Senator Gringo Honasan on rebellion charges for conspiring with the 2003 Oakwood mutineers in Makati’s premiere commercial district.

Defense ministers of the Association of Southeast Asian Nations (ASEAN) and partners in dialogue have signed a declaration on preventing conflicts at sea.

Representatives of Russia, the United States, China, New Zealand, Japan, South Korea, India and Australia joined the gathering alongside ASEAN member states in Brunei on August 29.

Mohammad Yasmin bin Haji Umar, a minister in the office of the prime minister of Brunei, said after the meeting that the dialogue had been fruitful for prospects of developing practical cooperation.

“We are looking forward to holding joint exercises to learn how to provide security at sea, fight terrorism and carry out peacekeeping operations,” he added.

The Brunei declaration is designed to stimulate cooperation among the military agencies of ASEAN and the organisation’s partners, as well as to avoid undesirable incidents at sea.

“We are going to strengthen interaction among the ASEAN nations and their partners and increase collective responsibility for regional security,” the declaration said.

Secret “black budget” data leaked by Edward Snowden shows the United States has built a global “espionage empire” employing over 100,000 people in 16 spy agencies and costing tens of billions of dollars annually, the Washington Post reported Friday.

“US spy agencies have built an intelligence-gathering colossus since the attacks of Sept. 11, 2001, but remain unable to provide critical information to the president on a range of national security threats,” the Post said in its latest story based on documents leaked by the fugitive US intelligence contractor.

The United States allocated US$ 52.6 billion this year alone to a secret budget to finance programs run by the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA), the National Security Agency (NSA) and a host of other government intelligence bodies ranging from unmanned drone strikes to email and phone surveillance.

The Post said the documents it received from Snowden described “cutting-edge technologies, agent recruiting and ongoing operations.” The paper said it withheld some information in the documents after consulting with government officials because “sensitive details are so pervasive” in them.

“Experts said that access to such details about US spy programs is without precedent,” the article stated.

Among the “notable revelations” the Post said the documents from Snowden contained was that spending by the CIA has “surged” past all other spy agencies, including the NSA, and that Israel, a close US ally, was among countries considered “priority targets” for US counterintelligence operations.

“There is a mind-set in the national security community: ‘Leave it to us, we can handle it, the American people have to trust us,’” the article quoted Lee Hamilton, a former congressman and one of the most respected US voices on national security issues, as saying.

“They carry it to quite an extraordinary length so that they have resisted over a period of decades transparency …. The burden of persuasion as to keeping something secret should be on the intelligence community, the burden should not be on the American public,” Hamilton told the Post.

An earthquake measuring 6.8 on the Richter scale hit Atka, Alaska, the U.S. Geological Survey (USGS) said Friday.

By Edwin O. Fernandez

A suspected "bomb for hire" member was killed while his companion was arrested during a police operation in Datu Paglas, Maguindanao on Friday.

Chief Supt. Noel Delos Reyes, police regional director in the Autonomous Region in Muslim Mindanao (ARMM), quoting a report from Maguindanao police provincial dirctor Senior Supt. Rodelio Jocson, identified the slain suspect as Nadzir Pakasi Mongkas.

Arrested was Rahib Pelandoc Guialudin alias "Jerome Guialadin" and alias "Candao."

Police sid Guialudin and Mongkas belonged to a suspected bomb for hire group operating in Maguindanao.

The operation was conducted by elements of the Maguindanao police, Army and PNP Criminal Investigation and Detection Group (CIDG-ARMM) and CIDG-11, who are all members of CIDG's "Oplan Salikop" which targets organized crime groups in the country.

The arresting officers also seized bomb making paraphernalia from the suspects who also yielded three units of 50-caliber barrette, one M-16 Armalite rifle, one ultimax submachine gun, two .45-caliber pistols, two empty magazines for Armalite rifle, alarm clock boxes, and complete set of improvised explosive device.

The two suspects were on board a multi-cab (MEH-338) allegedly owned by a certain Montasser Amulan of Barangay Malala, Datu Paglas, Maguindanao when lawmen flagged them down along the portion of Tacurong City-North Cotabato highway.

By Joan Santiago

The Bangko Sentral ng Pilipinas (BSP) is now ready to receive applications for foreign equity infusions in rural banks after the Monetary Board (MB) approved on August 22, 2013 the law’s implementing rules and regulations (IRR)

BSP Deputy Governor Nestor Espenilla Jr. said the copy of the IRR of Republic Act No. 10574 or “an Act Allowing the Infusion of Foreign Equity in the Capital of Rural Banks” was published on a national daily starting August 29 and will take effect 15 days after.

“In fact we can already start receiving applications even now,” he told PNA in an SMS message.

Under the amended Rural Bank Act of 1992, which President Benigno S. Aquino III signed on May 24, 2013, foreign investors can now have as much as 60 percent stake in a rural bank’s voting stocks.

BSP, in a statement, said the IRR, which was formulated after consultations with stakeholders, is “aimed at revitalizing the rural banking industry and improving the access to banking services in the country’s rural areas.”

It explained that “aside from foreign ownership of RBs, Circular 809 also sets the rules for the number of independent directors for RBs, the membership of elective or appointive official in the RB Board, the foreclosure of lands used as RB loan collateral, the valuation of government-held shares in RBs and the computation of dividend rates on RB shares held by governmentâ€"owned or -controlled financial institutions.”

It said the central bank “is keen on strengthening the RB industry as part of its efforts to promote financial stability.”

by PNA

Good weather condition is expected to prevail in most parts of the country except in Northern Luzon as a potential cyclone moves closer to extreme Northern Luzon, the state weather forecaster said on Saturday.

PAGASA said that as of 4:00 a.m., the low pressure area (LPA) was estimated at 980 km east of extreme Northern Luzon (21.3 °N, 132.3°E), while the southwest monsoon is affecting extreme Northern Luzon.

Weather forecaster Fernando Cada said the LPA has slim chance of intensifying into a tropical depression.

Once the weather disturbance intensifies into a cyclone,he said it will be named “Odette,” the 15th cyclone to enter the country this year.

He said the weather disturbance has no direct effect since it is still too far from the country’s landmass.

He added that at least three or four cyclones are expected to hit the country this peak month of September.

Cada noted that if the predicted cyclone maintains its current direction of north-northwest, it is expected to pass over the eastern side of Northern Luzon by the sea and will move towards southern Japan.

"Kung sakaling maging bagyo ito maaring nasa labas na ito ng bansa pero patuloy pa rin ang ating pag monitor," Cada explained.

He said the southwest monsoon may bring rains to parts of Northern Luzon and the regions of Ilocos, Cordillera and Cagayan will experience cloudy skies with light to moderate rainshowers and thunderstorms.

Cada said that fair weather with partly cloudy to cloudy with isolated rainshowers or thunderstorm is expected in most parts of the country including Metro Manila.

In its advisory, PAGASA said moderate to strong winds from the southwest will prevail over extreme Northern Luzon and its coastal waters will be moderate to rough.

Elsewhere, winds will be light to moderate coming from the southeast to south with slight to moderate seas.

PAGASA also issued gale warning as strong to gale-force winds associated with the southwest monsoon may affect the northern seaboards of Northern Luzon.

Stamp featuring the Presidential Credo - Carlos P. Garcia
Date of Issue: February 22, 1973
Printing Process: Gov't Printing Bureau (Japan)

Marital Vow of Senator Bong Revilla and Cong. Lani Mercado

Guide to Smart, Globe and Sun Numbers

almost six years ago na rin.

pakauwaw lang sa mga taga-Cavite.

Pagka-mingaw nga kanta. Daghang butang mopasunding sa atong handurawan.

welcome home, lolla. keep smiling and shining here!

Rep. Lani Mercado-Revilla and Her Scandalous Statement

The First 20 Hours: Secrets of Rapid Skill Acquisition by Josh Kaufman

“I’m willing to wager there’s something in the back of your mind you’ve always wanted to learn how to do. [...] I have good news for you: picking up new skills is way easier than you think. Believe it or not, you can pick up the fundamentals of any new skill in about 20 hours.”

Alternative Answers: The Class Divide in Investing, and How You Can Close It by Bob Rice

“A class system has developed among investors over the past few decades. Elite money managers have used a proprietary set of tools to ride economic cycles … Meanwhile, the rest of us thought that “investing” was synonymous with buying stocks and bonds … Fortunately, times have changed.”

Your Time is Your Lifeâ€"Invest it Well by Elizabeth Grace Saunders

“Now is a time of revolutionâ€"or perhaps more precisely evolutionâ€"in the world of personal productivity. Time management no longer offers sufficient support for people overwhelmed with the onslaught of responsibility and opportunity in today’s 24/7 world. The next step: Time Investment.”

Jazz-Leadership by Penelope Tobin

“Traditional leadership has long looked like the orchestral conductor. But we’re living within a whirlwind of change, and the authoritarian individual, working to a fixed, detailed plan from a detached position of control, isn’t equipped to deal with it. [...] We need leadership in a new grooveâ€"jazz-leadership.”

Right or Kind? Navigating the Soft Skills Revolution by Maxine Kamin

“Do we care about talking to each other anymore, or are we settling for mostly texts, emails, tweets, and electronic quickies? [...] Let’s regroup and think about the advantages of face-to-face communication, what might get in the way, and types of skills that promote cooperation.”

How to Get Employees to Manage Themselves by Cali Ressler & Jody Thompson

“Employees don’t leave companies. They leave managers. [...] There has to be a better way to improve employee and manager relationships in order to maximize business success. The answer is simple. Manage the work, not the people.”

An Action Plan for Making Good Customer Service a Reality by Kirk Kazanjian

“Any company can market and promote that they are experts at cuddling customers, but very few ever get the formula for execution right. [...] They like to talk the talk, but don’t walk the walk.”

The Art of Adherence by Lee J. Colan, PhD & Julie Davis-Colan

“Achieving adherence is simple but not necessarily easy. It takes skill and creativity to continually nurture focus, competence, and passion with your team. This is why we call it the art of adherence.”

Recharge: 7 Ways to Improve Innovative Thinking by Debra Kaye

“If companies want to innovate the way successful bold newcomers have, they have to unplug from the constraints of, ‘That’s the way we’ve always done it,’ and recharge, starting with the mantra, ‘Let’s just not do that anymore.’”

Mentorship 2.0: How to Find the Mentor You Need by Dorie Clark

“Waiting for a mentor to appear like a deus ex machina is a loser’s game. Some people luck out, but most don’t. This manifesto is about how to make your own luckâ€"how to proactively identify the people you want in your life as mentors, cultivate real relationships, and look beyond the obvious.”

Brains Favor the Ridiculously In Charge Leader by Henry Cloud, Ph.D

“Leaders must establish some key boundaries in some very key areas if they want to get results. And, thanks to brain research, we now can scientifically get a peek into why the leaders who do establish these kinds of boundaries get the results that they get.”

Monster Loyalty: How to Build Customer Loyalty like Lady Gaga by Jackie Huba

“While known as much for her voice as for her over-the-top wardrobe, few recognize Lady Gaga for her stunning business acumen, which has earned her legions of loyal fans worldwide.”

FundRazor: How Collective Sourcing Can Fix Public Education by John Malone

“When it comes to changing the way we fund public education, we have to stop looking at ourselves as just voters and taxpayers. We must also identify ourselves as consumers and business owners, and use that as a way to see what funds are available and really get what we need.”

The Biology of the Bottom Line by Frank Forencich

“In a knowledge-based economy, neuro-intellectual assets are vital and may well be more important than conventional, tangible assets. After all, you can always buy a new aircraft or computer, but precious human experience, gained over the course of years or decades, may well be irreplaceable.”

How To Be a Disruptive Hero by Bill Jensen

“Disruptive heroes are the people who completely change the rules or teach us that the status quo needs to be pushed, challenged or broken. They have a major impact on what we believe is possible, what we do and who we become. If that sounds daunting for you to take on, don’t freak out! You get to pick the scale and scope of your efforts.”

The Impact Manifesto: You Make A Difference Whether You Want To Or Not by Ken McArthur

“You impact the people around you. People feel your influence countless times, in amazing ways you never notice. Your impact is incredible, and today is the day you can take charge of it. Today you can amplify everything good. Call it the Impact Factor.”

Brother John by August Turak

“The plain truth is that for all our anguish we treasure uncertainty. Doubt forestalls action. The problem with life’s purpose is that we know damn well what it is but are unwilling to face the changes in our lives that a commitment to self-transcendence, to being the best human being we could possibly be, would entail.”

Art Is Freedom by Erik Wahl

“My name is Erik Wahl and Art has saved me from a life of slavery. I am a recovering suit and tie. I am recuperating from years as a gear in a wheel that barely touched the ground. And now, after rediscovering my Art by freeing my mind and digging to find my inner creative genius, I am a proud survivor of ‘standardized education.’”

Qualities of a High Value Player (or, How to Rise Above the Suffering in Your Work Life) by Cy Wakeman

“People have come to believe that suffering is a part of working life. But it is still possible to find people who are performing well and are happy. This article will provide you with some tips for how you too can be a happy, high performerâ€"a high value player.”

The Art of Significance: Achieving The Level Beyond Success by Dan Clark, CSP, CPAE

“We achieve success by doing what is necessary to get what we want, but often end up in a completely different physical and emotional place than we thought we would be. It’s like the pilot who, because his course was off by just one degree, by the time he returned to the same longitude was lost”

Growing Up Jersey by Joe Azelby & Bob Azelby

“If you want to impart a lesson and have it stick in the minds of your audience, it is best to do it within a story … stories go deep under your skin and penetrate both the conscious and subconscious mind. We want to share a few memorable stories from our ‘Growing Up Jersey’ collection that we draw upon today to help us lead large complex businesses.”

The Do It! Marketing Manifesto by David Newman

“Bad news: Marketing for the sake of marketing is broken. Kaput. Finished. Smart marketing is all about helping you generate MORE leads, BETTER prospects, and BIGGER sales. Period. Good news: That also happens to be the purpose of this cheeky, powerful little manifesto you’re reading right now.”

The 8 Blind Spots Between Men and Women at Work by Barbara Annis & John Gray, Ph.D.

“We need a new level of conversation, to include each other and participate with each other more successfully. We need a better understanding of why men and women think and act as they do, to see the strength in the complement of those differences. We need to be more gender-intelligent.” at “investing” was synonymous with buying stocks and bonds … Fortunately, times have changed.”

If It’s Good Enough for Cars… How Lean Manufacturing Principles Can Help Heal What Ails Us In the Healthcare Business by Judy Worth & Tom Shuker

“In healthcare, understanding value to the patient customer is too often limited to reviewing patient satisfaction survey scores. … Another tool we’d like to see [used] on a regular basis is following a typical patient’s journey end to end.”