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Back to writing

By Ben Sumog-oy

In 2004, I was forced by circumstances to restore myself into the writing arena. The logic that I advanced for doing it was rather weird. I said, then, that my reason for writing was “to save my sanity.” However, at that time, I cleverly played a guessing game by not revealing the full context behind such reason.

I postulated that when a person writes, he actually creates a world which is wholly different from his real circumstances. Writing has a narcotic effect, but in a positive way. By writing, the person’s mind takes respite from boggling annoyances; thereby preventing it from being torn apart. Thus, writing snatches the mind away from the edge of the abyss before it falls.

I also theorized that, by writing, a person can exercise a certain portion of political power even in the midst of his powerlessness and destitution. He could, in addition, create certain level of social significance during the time when his life is turning out to be meaningless. Living a meaningful life is widely considered to be a formula for the preservation of one’s sanity.

However, not all people could write. This is the reason why so many people evade their problematic life’s situation by aimlessly wandering around, without any conscious regard for space and time. Fortunately, although I am not a good writer, at least, I could write!

Three years ago, when I resumed my law studies in the MSU College of Law, I also contended that studying law is a potent sanity-preserving pill. I posited that insanity comes to invade the mental realm when a person is plunged into hopelessness or is deprived of his right to dream. Somehow, my study of law revives my hope and restores my right to dream, even if I am being constantly disparaged or subjected to ridicule by my law professors.

But my decision to return to the College of Law had forced me to give up writing momentarily. For a little more than a moron like me, the requirements to maintain a sustaining academic life in the Law campus are simply too heavy that I am left with almost no time for other things, eking out a living included. Time is simply not enough to grapple with my voluminous books and other reading materials.

Really, the College of Law campus is a peculiar planet. It is in the law school where I cannot display even a little of my writing prowess. Almost always, I do not know what to write, and, if by twist of pure luck, I managed to write something on my test paper, I missed the point altogether.

Today, I announce that I am again leaving the College of Law, hopefully for only a semester this time. There is a reason for this. I am unable to find “break” for myself within a period already spanning almost a decade, and there is a strong indication that there is no such “break” coming for now. I decided to leave the College lately for a nobler mission, that is; to stall the unraveling of my family’s finances. My economic interregnum has prevailed for too long that it is already perpetrating a grave injustice against those who, all these years, continue to offer me their helping hands.

This is a bitter pill to swallow, but, sometimes, it cannot be avoided that one person has to bite the bullet in order to survive, and prosper in his own cruel life’s jungle. I am now ready to bite the bullet.

Many years ago, I accidentally stepped on a time-machine, and it brought me back magically to a destitute life I lived more than 30 years ago. Worse, already hapless and penniless, a savage fate struck relentlessly in an almost unending fashion to further fill my quota of pains.

My father and mother long lingered in their sickbeds, and eventually passed away while I reel through the period of my destitution. I was so destitute that, if not for my new-found friends (“new-found friends” because they helped me when I was useless and out of political contention), I might not have been able to come home to be of service to my father and mother as they harped for their breaths, and to finally witness their penultimate journey.

Days before her death, in a dingy public hospital in the Province of Antique, my ailing 89-year old mother rested on my lap the whole night round. Then, one moment at about midnight, my mother gently touched my face, sweetly smiled and whispered to me: “Boy, salamat.” “Boy” is my hometown nickname.

This true-to-life melodrama keeps on flashing on my mind, and this makes my heart bleeds continuously. My conscience annoys me no end for allowing my parents to reach the edge of their respective life’s journey, without giving them a decent and comfortable life.

My mother’s succinct and simple word “salamat” comes to me like a thunder. It is so powerful that it devastates me every time such serene, but moving, scene with my ailing mother flashes back on my memory.

More than a year ago, a millionaire resort-owner, in connivance with a sitting Municipal Mayor, intruded into our small piece of land which our family owns in Patnongon, Antique, my hometown. We own this piece of land, through our forefathers, long before the signing of the Treaty of Paris on December 10, 1898. But, having no match against the awesome power of a local state apparatus and unable to engage them in an expensive legal battle, we have decided to abandon our right of ownership on a substantial portion of our land in favor of injustice.

One day, agents of the resort-owner encroached into our domain for the purpose of harming my nephew, but, being a retired wrestler, he overpowered his three adversaries after suffering some injuries. My nephew filed a case against the intruders but was dismissed without hearing through the behest of a public prosecutor, while the counter-charge filed against him by the intruders prospered. Now, my nephew is in prison as he is not capable of bailing himself out, after having been charged of attempted homicide.

In the past, I fought, and won, so many battles for others. Now, I am incapable of fighting the battle of my own family. As my family is burned in helplessness, anger is burning on my breast.

In the midst of this sorry-state, again, I have decided to go back to writing. Writing is my fortress. Like a revolution, it is my greatest comforter. It is just a pity that, in doing so, I need to leave the law school, and suspend the possible fulfilment of a dream. But, hope is eternal.

 

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Herbert needs your help!

Three years ago, we began a campaign to save the life of Herbert Demos, now the SOCSKSAGEN coordinator of the Alliance of Progressive Labor (APL) and the Chairman of the AKBAYAN Division in General Santos City. His Medical Doctor forewarned him, then, of the impending collapse of his Kidney. His strong faith in God, and regular medical interventions made him survive without necessitating a kidney transplant. It is not anymore true today. He needs now to undergo a kidney transplant operation.

Herbert Demos, since December 13, 2010, is now confined in the General Santos City Doctor’s Hospital, one of the private hospitals in General Santos City, when sleep failed him for more than five days. After undergoing a comprehensive medical examination, his doctor said that a certain kind of virus has been invading his brain, resulting from his kidney disease, and that the only remedy to save his sanity, and, later on, his life, is for him to undergo hemodialysis to cleanse his blood and prevent it from further contamination.

Herbert, with much reluctance, submitted himself to a lifetime and expensive procedure and only a successful kidney transplant, a delicate and expensive medical procedure, could restore him to normal life, which, on his own, he cannot simply afford. Thus, in this crucial period of his life, he badly needs the help of his comrades in the struggle and his fellow believers in the just cause of the nation, both here and abroad.

Herbert is a man of extraordinary feat and determination. Within this last three years when he is terribly bothered by his worsening kidney disease, he still succeeds to catapult AKBAYAN and APL into a high degree of social significance in General Santos City and the entire SOCSKSARGEN economic corridor, with him in the forefront of the struggle to ensure the balance of local social forces and public issues. Herbert is presently playing a paramount role in the continuing economic and political discourses in this part of the country.

Today, AKBAYAN and APL compose a dominant activist block in this locality, in terms of number, participation in political and economic debate and in terms of public acceptance. While public support for other activist forces are speedily cascading down into the gutter, public support for AKBAYAN and APL is steadily and speedily pedaling towards the apex. In the last partylist election, the number of votes for AKBAYAN radically increased from more than 7,000 votes in 2007 elections to 19,000 plus votes in 2010. In sharp contrast, Bayan Muna failed to display its generational superiority when it miserably settled in the second slot, with its number of votes diving from 6,000 votes in the 2007 election to a little more than 4,000 votes in 2010.

Yesterday, Joshua Mata, of the Central Headquarters of APL, sent Herbert P50, 000 and, at the same time, sent a text message to him, stating and we quote: “We cannot afford to lose you, Comrade!” Arlene Santos, former Secretary-General of AKBAYAN also called to inform Herbert that she is facilitating help for him. So does Mayong Aguja, former representative of AKBAYAN in the House of Representatives.  The Office of City Mayor Darlene Magnolia R. Antonino –Custodio has also signified its desire to help.

Cash donation may be sent to:

 

HERBERT P. DEMOS

358-3358138781

Metro Bank, Matina Branch

Davao City

 

-OR-

 

HERBERT P. DEMOS

Account Number: 067-58-006328

One Network Bank

Lagao Branch, General Santos City

Below, we reproduce the article, which we wrote three years ago, on Herbert, detailing his life story and his exploits. We believe that it is worth our revisit so we may be able to appreciate the meaning of this man to his family, comrades and society.

Posted by:

Ben Sumog-oy

Columnist, Sunstar Davao/

Editor-in-Chief, The Advocati

Official Campus Paper of the MSU College of Law, General Santos City Campus

 

APPEAL FOR A FALLING COMRADE

To all our Comrades, Friends, and Other Charitable Spirits:

Despite the crass materialism of the present, many still prefer a short but meaningful life than a long but meaningless one. However, the life of Herbert Demos is so wondrously meaningful – for the social movements where he belongs; for Akbayan with which he is a vital part; for our development institution here in General Santos City; and for his family (to his wife and one-month old daughter, more especially) – that we should help him in his yet sternest battle against a very powerful force for which alone he has no match. This powerful force is the fang of death that is now starting to devour his fragile body.

As early as 2003, Herbert Demos was recommended for a kidney transplant by his General Santos City-based doctor, Dr. Arnelia Bersales-Masendo. A frantic call for help ensued, after that shocking news. A campaign for help through the internet was initiated by his various comrades here in General Santos City.

Fortunately, our friends both here and abroad readily responded and sent cash donations to Herbert, with a promise to contribute more during the actual conduct of a kidney transplant. Herbert’s friends from SEACA, IPG, IPD, BISIG and from Akbayan all contributed. For its part, KAISAHAN, together with its network, sponsored a fund-raising concert which was dubbed as “Buhay at Musika” (Life and Music) also for Herbert. Resulting from this campaign, the contributions, coming from far and near, amounted to, more or less, One Hundred Thousand Pesos (P100, 000.00).

Herbert used this amount for his series of pre-kidney transplant examination, to include organ matching at the National Kidney Institute (NKI), with his sister who agreed to donate one of her kidneys. However, the planned kidney transplant was not pushed through after the NKI found it more beneficial for Herbert to delay the operation until Herbert’s kidney is already on the verge of collapse or before he is subjected to dialysis treatment.  Meantime, he was advised to submit himself to monthly medical monitoring and was made to regularly take prescribed medicines for the purpose of slowing down the plummeting of his kidney condition, which was at its irreversible state at that time.

When he was recently confined at the NKI (January, 2007), Herbert was told by his doctors that he would be fortunate if his kidney could sustain beyond a six-month period. So, he was advised by his doctors to make preparations necessary for the kidney transplant. The sixth month happens to be June, 2007 but Herbert, as we observe it, is not preparing at all and we know the reason for this: he ceases to think what he is not capable of thinking and of doing what he is not capable of doing. He just leaves everything to fate.

The needed medical interventions for him would cost over a million and we know that he cannot afford to have such a big amount of money … not even in his imagination.

Today, despite his physical conditions, Herbert is busy coordinating the Akbayan electoral campaign in the SOCSARGEN area with his motorcycle as his constant companion. He travels, sometimes snaking through communities over hundred kilometers away, for the purpose of consolidating Akbayan forces and allied organizations in preparation for the May 14 elections.

He is trying to show us that he is still well but we know, and we can see this in his eyes that the thing he fears of is just around the corner, ready for the kill anytime, anywhere from now. He is trying to show us that he can still do so many things for the party but we can already see the weakening of his body and how he struggles to continue with his self appointed tasks by merely taking refuge on the strength of his will and the formidability of his spirit.

Herbert’s physical being is steadily shrinking, melting like a candle and becoming bluish, at times. He is now suffering from unending severe coughing and sporadic fever attacks.

Lately, he suffered from an unexplained diarrhea. He is also constantly losing his voice.

We are not medical doctors and so we do not exactly know whether or not the present occurrences involving Herbert’s body are symptomatic of his kidney disease. However, there is one thing that we are quite sure of: Herbert is now becoming a fleshly caricature of one whom – if a timely medical intervention is not instituted and if God will not intervene – is about to bid us farewell.

But who is this man, called Herbert, who seems to pursue a collective mission unperturbed, until his disease would make him blue and his spirit would depart from his body for reason of his poverty? Herbert is a man of steel, hardened by life’s hardships and of his long-winding struggle for survival.

His life is, in itself, a very interesting story of how an indomitable spirit can survive the harshest trials, which characterized the vicissitudes of his childhood and his youth. Herbert is just 33 years of age and with an interesting story like his own, his life is one that should not be allowed to cease this early.

Herbert is the son of a married businessman in General Santos City to his house-help who, after becoming pregnant, settled to a mountain village in Malungon, Sarangani, to free herself from her parents’ fury. It was in that village where Herbert was born. In that mountain village too, Herbert’s mother married a very poor peasant and had so many offsprings with him.

Until, today Herbert refuses to see or deal with his father

When he was 5 years old, Herbert settled in one of his uncles in General Santos City to escape from poverty and from the drabness of rural life. It is in this place where he started his own personal struggle and his own story.

He was then a grade 2 pupil when he went away from his uncle’s home and lived by himself. He tried a life of a scavenger, of a shoe-shine boy, of a grass-cutter and of an unsalaried houseboy.  Few months later, however, Herbert returned to his uncle’s house to resume his elementary education.

Upon his return, his uncle noticed Herbert’s radical transformation. He was too dedicated to his studies. He can be entrusted of all household responsibilities. In fact, he later became a regular cook in his uncle’s house at a very young age.

After he finished his elementary education, Herbert worked as a stay-in cook in the house of Atty. Juanito Asencio and pursued his high school education, this time, as a working student. Later, he was designated as the household manager of the Asencio family where he took charge of mobilizing other house-helpers in the maintenance of cleanliness and orderliness in the house. He was also given full authority to manage the household budget. As such, Herbert did not fail to liquidate the household expenses to the last centavo, earning for him the full trust and confidence of the Asencio family.

This is a virtue that Herbert still practices at present as a civil society worker, as a social movement operative and as one of the members of the Akbayan congressional staff.

His great feat as a leader was brought to the fore after he enrolled as a college student at the Holy Trinity College (HTC), where he took up Bachelor of Science in Community Development. He was awarded as one of the most outstanding student leaders in the college and this ushered his eventual election to the presidency of the Student Council.

As the president of the Student Council, Herbert became one of the prime movers in the Student Council Alliance of the Philippines (SCAP) and in the Movement for the Advancement of Students Power (MASP). These students’ organizations were allied to the Bukluran sa Ikauunlad ng Sosyalistang Isip at Gawa (BISIG). They were to later on comprise the youth movement within Akbayan – the Akbayan youth. Eventually, Herbert was inducted as a full-pledged member of BISIG.

His membership to these progressive organizations ushered Herbert’s transformation from a conservative student leader to a radical one, developing activist positioning on various social issues and nurturing a transformative agenda. From then on, he was seen leading student rallies and demonstrations to address not only various school campus issues but also issues that relate to our country’s prevailing unjust social structures. He went as far as Cebu City to attend student rallies, where he also became a good media copy.

Today, Herbert is one among the few individuals in the SOCSARGEN area who has a full appreciation of global and national issues through Akbayan’s different lens of analysis and within the perspective of the party’s consensus, arising from its continuing narrative building work.

Herbert’s activism did not come without paying a high price, however. The proprietors of the HTC, headed by a retired officer of the defunct Philippine Constabulary (PC), began to implement an iron-hand policy against him for fear that; with Herbert around, the school campus could become a breeding ground for student activists whom they consider as anathema to the tranquility of the school campus. Herbert fought back by staging massive campus pickets, paralyzing classes for few days. He also availed of media interviews, exposing some of the unjust policies of the school management.

As a result, he was expelled from the school less than a semester before his graduation and he was later arrested, after having been sued for libel by the president of the school. He languished in jail for few days or until he was able to put up a 20,000-peso bail for his temporary liberty. The libel case is still pending for decision up to this day. However, acting on a separate case, the local court here has already issued an order directing the school to allow Herbert to finish his course, this time, for free.

However, since the order for re-admission came two years after he finished a four-year accountancy course from another school within the city, Herbert’s lawyer is presently working for the issuance of another court order directing the school to allow him to enroll, still for free, in any of its post-graduate courses, instead.

After his expulsion from the college, Herbert worked as a volunteer of a, then, newly-formed SOCSARGEN-based development and governance NGO, the Building Alternative Rural Resource Institutions and Organizing Services (BARRIOS). It was in this institution where he had proven his concern for the common good. For more than a year, without receiving any salary, he bested even the salaried employees in terms of outputs and the number of hours spent for his mandated tasks. He worked night and day consolidating communities and sectors and designing and coordinating rallies and demonstrations. He also had savvy for media work for all the activities, big or small; he was undertaking were given prominence in the local media.

When he was finally taken in by BARRIOS as its community organizer, Herbert became one among the few who were responsible in facilitating the participatory barangay development planning process, a project under the Barangay-Bayan Consortium, in 58 barangays within the SOCSARGEN area. He was the main person responsible for the formation of 33 POs in this same area and for the formulation of their respective organizational development plans (ODPs). He also made a prominent mark in the development and governance arena as a popular educator, para-legal practitioner, community consensus builder and as a social advocate.

For his feat, Herbert was invited to different regional, national and international conferences either as a facilitator or a participant with which he learned from the experiences of others and shares his own experiences with them. During the national conference of the different farmers’ organizations in 2003 at UP Alumni wherein he attended as one of the representatives of the Pambansang Katipunan ng mga Samahan sa Kanayunan (PKSK), Herbert participated in a farmers’ rally and landed in the headlines of one of the country’s leading national newspapers. His published picture taken during the rally (where he stood bare with slogans printed on his breast) was laminated and displayed in the offices of various civil society organizations working for the emancipation of peasants from the bondage of the soil.

Probably as recognition of his works, Herbert was made to attend some of the SEACA and SEAPCP-hosted activities – thrice in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia; twice in Bali, Indonesia; once in Maluko, Indonesia and once in Hong kong Kong, which was undertaken in time for the WTO Fifth Ministerial Round. In Hong Kong, he was among those who coordinated a series of anti-WTO pickets and for which he, again, become good copy in the local Hong Kong press.

Today, as the May 14, 2007 elections draw near, Herbert is again spending time consolidating the various Akbayan forces in SOCSARGEN, unmindful of his steadily deteriorating physical condition. He is trying his best to perform but we know that he is now being slowed down by his physical limitation. We know that what is left with him now is only his indomitable spirit which is still powerfully propelling him to continue with what he does, despite the odds.

His wife, Inday, who presently works as a bookkeeper in our office, has told us once that it was Herbert’s strong injunction to sustain the food needs of their newly-born baby, Hazel Daphne, through breast-feeding. “I do not want her to become sickly like me”, she remembers Herbert saying.

When we lately paid him a visit at his residence, Herbert proudly showed us his baby daughter, saying “Guapa siya.” (She is beautiful.). Then, he said, with a smile: “Himuon ko ni siya nga aktibista susama sa iyang tatay.” (I will make her an activist, like her father).

We responded with an agreeing smile, while holding our tears for we are not so sure if Herbert could really be around to see her daughter, Hazel Daphne, grow and guide her in order that she can, in the future, become an activist like him. We are not so sure if Herbert has still the time left to pursue his inter-generational responsibility – the nurturing of his successor-generation.

His wife also informed us (and we witnessed this too) that, whenever he is at home, Herbert permanently seals his baby daughter in his loving arms and this he does as if there is no tomorrow. He envelops his baby daughter with his sweet embrace, as if optimizing the things he can still do to his baby daughter now which he might not be able to do anymore, anytime soon.

Herbert is a young man filled with dreams for his family and community. We believe that we can still snatch him away from the fangs of death. With 10,000 people contributing P1, 500.00 each, we can still save Herbert’s life; with 2,000 people contributing P750.00 each, we can still see Herbert pursuing his advocacies against society’s ills; with 3,000 people contributing P500.00 each, we can still see Herbert fulfilling his dreams for his family; and with 4,000 people contributing P375.00 each, we can still see Herbert rearing of his daughter to become a social activist like himself.

We appeal to all of you to help Herbert while there is still time.

 

 

The family of Myrna Reblando could have been a perfect Filipino family had her husband, Bong Reblando, not been there in Maguindanao when the “myths”, in whose assuring principle we relied on our safety since the advent of modern civilization, were shattered.

For so long a time, we find comforts on the thoughts that being in a company of (1) crowd of people, (2) throng of women, and of  (3) group of media practitioners are enough armor to ensure our safety and security. However, these “myths” were shattered by the Maguindanao Massacre.

Really, death comes in so many ways. Sometimes by one’s own folly, many times by the folly of others, and, in other times, by sheer coincidence.

Myrna’s husband, Bong, died consequential to a rupture that shattered the “myths” with which the media and other activist movements hath considered as life’s formidable ramparts. It was just unfortunate that her husband was there when the “myths” were torn apart.

Some say that the Mindanao massacre was divined to free the people of Maguindanao, and other parts of the Island, from the claws of fear, oppression, injustice and death, and those who perished there were offered in the altar of sacrifice in order for society to correct itself.

Bong and the rest were just unfortunate to be there when the journey of civilization made a sudden pivotal twist, with Myrna and many others, bearing the painful social costs inherent to the making of history.

Of course, Myrna, like the rest, cannot just easily accept that it is her husband, Bong, who should render a great sacrifice for society’s self-correction and for the natural processes of its becoming.

In her recent appearance on TV one year after the savagery, Myrna wept and wailed even louder than she did a year ago while actually seeing the body of her husband – cold, mangled, bathed in crimson blood, and dead.

There is a natural logic to this human tendency. Myrna’s situation is more painful this time than it was a year ago.

It is during this period that the feeling of emptiness visits frequently in unlikely moments and in its most haunting fashion. Certainly, it is also during this same period that one’s remembering of sweet and happy memories of a fallen loved one, especially if the fall was caused by the fiercest of all evils, and done in its most barbaric form, is an excruciating experience.

Adding to the pain is how the case against the Ampatuans had dragged for years, without any substantial breakthroughs. Compounding the pain is the thought that, considering the very slow pace that the case advances, the trial may still last for another ten years.

These deplete any hope for justice. There is also nothing more vexing to Myrna and the rest than thinking about the probability of their losing in the “war attrition” against the well-placed culprits, who clearly use the element of time as a potent weapon.

After all, there is nothing more painful than graphically seeing our bleak future looming in the horizon.

If there is a reason for Myrna’s more furious cries nowadays, then, it is this. Tired, scarred and hapless, the families of the victims are still being made to undergo by our country’s justice system a high level of difficulty, as if they are waging a revolution, where triumph is uncertain and defeat is a great possibility.

But Myrna is right in seeking solace to her angry tears. Anger would give her strength. It will give her a sustaining power to bear the unbearable, cling strongly to her dream for justice no matter how impossible, and to finally attain it.

Anger is an awesome power that could make her overcome all obstacles like an avenging angel, give justice to her husband and a good future to her children, and, eventually, to attain peace to herself.

Without Myrna knowing it, the angry tears she shed, while being interviewed on a national TV, had moved the whole nation once again. Our desire for justice is restored. Our drive to work for a peaceful Mindanao is, once again, given life.

Myrna’s angry tears carry an awesome power that we, as a nation, cannot resist. We must respond to the call.

When the “myths” burst, Myrna emerges as the symbol of our struggle and the fleshly embodiment of our hope for this nation.

I am digressing a bit from my serious take on heavy matters to take time out and join Janet Toral’s writing project which is on its second year already.

I am talking about her Search for the Top 10 Emerging Influential Blogs in 2008.

And now that it is complete, I am happy to submit the following blogs for consideration:

  1. Bariles Republic’s Gensantos.Com –  Who would have thought that this blog which started out small in November 2007 would now turn out to be the most visited and most viewed among the “generals” today, whether here or overseas?  Just reading the comments on each post will make you realize how thankful these townmates of mine are for this blog by Avel Manansala.  The blog author is also lead convenor of the forthcoming Mindanao Bloggers Summit 2 in October in Gen. Santos.  That makes him and his blog really influential.
  2. Bong S. Sarmiento – a collegue from Koronadal who writes for Business Mirror, Mindanews, Sunstar and a host of other news organizations.  I admit that I modelled my blog after him.
  3. Edwin Espejo Portal – another collegue who’s based in Gen. Santos City owns this blog.  He used to be Editor in Chief of Sunstar GSC and is now a fishpond owner.  Good thing is that he still writes on the side and has in fact, just recently opened this blog.
  4. Homeward Bound – Blog of a teacher in Sarangani.  This one is close to home and the author writes well on a variety of topics.
  5. Toto Lozano – a Koronadal-based photojournalist, he blogs about his advocacies with matching good pictures to boot.
  6. Peter Laviña New Blog – this Councilor from Davao City has other blogs but his newest is the most updated so far.  Am including him here not only for being the only councilor I know who blogs but because of his insightful posts.
  7. GenSan Talipapa – this must be the first news blog which came out solely about Gen. Santos City.  It was my guide in coming out with my own.   Authored by the people from Gensan CMO.
  8. VisitSagada – this blog is included because it has been my lifelong wish to visit this place.  Now, even if i can’t due to time and money contraints, just updating myself on this blog’s posts is sufficient enough.
  9. Lantaw – a nice photo blog from a Koronadal traveller.  Would love to have have like it someday.
  10. Chiksilog – this one makes me laugh at every visit.  Pinoy humor at its best!

I hope you find them worthwhile too.  Good luck to all my choices!!!!!

My First Blog

Posted: March 18, 2008 in Personal
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Welcome to Socsksargen Discourses, my very first Blog!

This will bring you updates on economic and political issues on South Cotabato-Sultan Kudarat, Sarangani Province and General Santos City, SOCSKSARGEN for short.

Please keep posted.