The members of the Philippines 1935 Constitutional Convention limited the right of suffrage to male citizens because of the belief that there was no popular demand for the right of suffrage by Filipino women themselves. At that time, it was also claimed that granting women the right to vote would cause disruption in family unity as the women would become actively engaged in politics. But the proponents of the bill on women’s suffrage argued that the right to vote would make women more interested in the management of the affairs of the government.

Among the many Filipino women who fought for women’s right to vote are Pura Villanueva KalawLibrada AvelinoConcepcion Felix RodriguezEncarnacion Versoza,Pilar Hidalgo LimRosa Sevilla AlveroRosario LamJosefa Llanes EscodaNatividad Almeda LopezMinerva Guysayko Laudico and Tarhata Putri Kiram.

Former President Ferdinand Marcos issued Proclamation No. 2346 declaring April 30 of each year as Women Suffrage Day in tribute to the women who cast their votes in favor of women’s suffrage in 1937. (


Frank Murphy signed the women suffrage law (picture copied from internet).

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DILG picture of a woman exercising her right of suffrage.

We have one vote, men and women, rich and poor. One vote that we hope to make our country better. I have no illusions that there will be significant changes in the days to come. Listening from the new women Senators, I can only conclude that they are too far off from reality. One of them said in national television that she would strengthen the laws on the protection of women and children but did not said how and what aspect. The problem is that we already have too many laws and there are no support mechanisms that were given to women and children.

There is already a law which mandates local government units to establish shelter and provide the evaluation, counselling and care for victims of rape and other abuses but it is not implemented. Only a few LGU have  established these shelter and provided means of livelihood to victims and their family.

Abuses abound, even the famous (Kris and Ai-ai) were subjected to domestic violence (RA 9262, Violence Against Women and their Children Act). How can the poor be protected if the children are raped by the father, and the mother tolerates the abuses because she does not know where to go, how they would live if the father is the sole breadwinner will be jailed, “paano ang bigas”.

The increasing consciousness of Filipino voters has increased the number of women legislators and women in politics, the Local Chief Executives who are supposed to give priority to the concerns of the marginalized, the poorest of the poor – who are mostly women and children.

I cannot blame those who did not exercise their right to vote, I can only pray that they put their trust on their one vote to create ripples that would lead to change in our political scene. Their sense of doom, of everything going bad and helplessness, no hope for this country – could be a motivating factor for them to start with themselves and not look around for someone to do the dirty work.

In the end, that’s what this election is about. Do we participate in a politics of cynicism or a politics of hope? – Barrack Obama.


The Story of Mayon Volcano

(This is from Gov Salceda page in fb including the pics. Shown in Cultural Center of the Philippines)

A long time ago when the Philippines was not yet separated by a wide stretch of water from the mainland of Asia, there was neither then high mountain nor volcano in the region now known as Bikolandia or Kabikolan the old name given by the inhabitants to this place.

There once dwelt a distinct group of people composed of beautiful women and sturdy warriors. Many suitors from far away regions went to Kabikolan purposely to court its maidens. They, however, returned home dejectedly because it was the unbroken code of that place that no strangers could marry its daragas (maidens).

So strict were the fathers with regard to the marriage of their daughters that tribal wars would frequently mar the beauty of the village. The inhabitants, of course, were secure from the onslaught of the invaders from all of them were mostly experienced warriors.

Of all the women in Kabikolan, none was more winsome than Tiong Makusog’s daughter, Daragang Magayon, whose name literally means woman beauteous. That was why in the whole region, she was the kabinibinihan (modest) of them all. Among the native who fell madly in love with her, was the wealthy but selfish Paratuga. Thrice did this suitor thrust his spear near the stairs of Tiong Makusog’s house as a sign of his love of Daragang Magayon, and thrice did he present valuable gift of pearls, diamonds and gold, only to be answered with firm words of refusal. “He is not the man for me, father,” the beautiful woman would say whenever she was enjoined by Tiong Makusog in behalf of the native lover. Since the old man was open-minded, he could do no other but follow her wish.One midnight, while silence pervaded the place, Daragang Magayon unexpectedly confessed to her father of her love affair with a certain man who lives beyond the border of Kabikolan. “Tatay”, she began tremulously,” it will mean eternal disgrace to our family if I am known to be in love with a stranger who lives on the other side of Kabikolan (the boundary river that separates Kabikolan from Katagalogan, the region inhabited by the tagalogs). To me he is the handsomest of all men I have ever seen. I owe my life to him, because he was the brave man who saved me from the mad currents of Kabikolan, when one morning while I was bathing in the river, my feet unfortunately slipped on the rock I stood upon”.

Tiong Makusog became grief-stricken after learning that his only daughter had already chosen her life-partner without his knowledge. Nevertheless, he controlled himself, and queried, although scarcely intelligible, who her strange sweetheart was.

“That is it”, Daragang Magayon seemed to have trailed her father thoughts, “I am sure you don’t know his name because when you arrived, I was already saved from drowning and he had immediately told me, “Namomotan Ta Ka”, (I love you) he told me one sunset when we met again at the bank of the river. “Namomotan ta ka man,” (I love you too) I replied, whereupon, I felt his lips tenderly pressing on mine. What shall we do father? I don’t love Paratuga. I prefer a thousand deaths than wed him!” She ended firmly.

“I will help you to find the best way out, my daughter,” Tiong Makusog, albeit heavy was his heart, assured her.

Unfortunately one morning, while Tiong Makusog was hunting in a nearby forest, several strong henchmen of Paratuga suddenly seized him unawares. He was taken to the home of this treacherous suitor where he was demanded as ransom, the hand of his daughter, otherwise death from the wounds of hundred arrows would be his punishment.

That same day, a few hours after Tiong Makusog had been taken as captive, Linog, Paratuga’s chief messenger arrived at Daranga Magayon’s house and delivered to her a letter written on a piece of white bamboo

It contained a demand for her hand in marriage to Paratuga, or her refusal would mean immediate death of her father. Realizing the futility of a further refusal, Daragang Magayon forgot her gentle Panganoron, the man who had saved her from drowning. She at once rushed down the stairs and proceeded to Paratuga’s village to accept his terms to be his wife, to save her father.

The date of the wedding of Daragang Magayon to the wealthy Paratuga was immediately announced. Pearls, diamonds, gold and other precious stones were given lavishly to Tiong Makusog as gifts to the would-be bride. Messengers with swift heels were sent to al villages in Kabikolan purposely to broadcast the news and to invite every one to attend the nuptials.

As if aided by the wind, the news of Daragang Magayon’s proposed marriage speedily spread far and wide. It finally reached Panganoron’s ears whom upon learning the strange happening, was moved with surprise. For did she not assure him of her love, whatever consequence might befall on her? Indeed, the real lover could not believe what he heard. To him only force could make Daragang Magayon accept the marriage to that hated man. So with a bold determination to save his sweetheart from an impending danger, the daring warrior, with his trusted guide, Amihan, gathered all his men in Katagalogan to invade Kabikolan.

Panganoron and his followers arrived in Kabikolan on the day of Magayon’s marriage with Paratuga. The invaders were determined to slay the unwanted suitor and his people. Before the altar sat Tiong Makusog, with Daragang Magayon and Paratugaon each of his side. In front of them was the high priest who was busily mumbling words of incantation prior to the formal proclamation of the two parties as husband and wife. To the thousand pairs of eyes that witnessed the splendid ceremony, Daragang Magayon appeared immensely beautiful. Never before had they seen such a winsome woman. However, they could see that grief had lodged on her lovely face.

In the midst of the wedding ceremony, nevertheless, a sharp cry of “Tulisanes are coming!” from a villager outside suddenly put the scene into a medley of shrieking voices. Men, women and children speed away for safety. Only Daragang Magayon, Paratuga and his warriors remained to await the invaders headed by Panganoron. In a moment the battle was on. The sharp metallic clash of blade filled the air, and mounds of dying warriors gave a horrible sound in the fight. Paratuga was the first to gall, at the hands of the bold Panganoron. Seeing her returned lover, Daragang Magayon at once rushed to him, but sadly enough, a stray arrow fatally hit her. In his efforts to lift the weakening body of his sweetheart, Panganoron was unnoticeably attacked from behind. He reeled to the ground, bleeding and breathless. His men, sensing that their leader was dead and realizing that they were outnumbered, took to their heels and left him lifeless to their enemy.

The next day, all the natives of Kabikolan were sad. Daragang Magayon was dead. Tiong Makusog buried her beside the sea. In her grave, he laid all that she had possessed, including the priceless gifts of Paratuga. A week, however, after the burial, all the inhabitants of that place were surprised to find the grave mound of Daragang Magayon steadily rising into a hill. They were amazed, too, why sometimes a flock of white clouds floating over the hill would suddenly turn black and burst into a cloud and heavy shower strangely enough, pouring particularly on the crest of the hill. At night the people would be awakened by strong earthquakes that seemed to emanate from the grave of Daragang Magayon, followed by a thundering noise of rolling stones, along its steeply slope. This horrible occurrence frightened the natives so that in a short period, the place had become deserted.

During the countless years that followed that incident, the burial-hill of Darangang Magayon had kept on growing and growing until it was transformed into a high mountain, with its top almost piercing the clouds.

Nowadays the Albayanos, believed that the spirit of Paratuga is the cause of the occasional eruption of the mountain that was formerly the grave-mound of Daragang Magayon. The legend tells us that in order to avenge his failure to wed the beautiful daughter of Tiong Makusog, the spirit of Paratuga, with the help of Linog’s, is trying every once in a while to exhume her grave to emit all the pearls, diamonds and gold he had given to her as gifts. Instead of the gifts, however, large masses of stones with heavy layers of ashes, are thrown out, as when a volcano erupts.

The spirit of Panganoron, on the other hand, so the legend says, is wandering in the form of clouds above the peak of the mountain. These clouds usually visit the burial-place of Daragang Magayon and never fail to kiss it. Apparently the spirit of Panganoron seems to be grieving over the death of his sweetheart, for whenever clouds gather at the top, they usually disperse into volleys of raindrops, thus keeping the plant vegetating on the mountain slopes fresh all year round. The people of Albay contend that these frequent visits of the spirit of Panganoron to the mountain of Daragang Magayon, in the form of clouds and rain may account for its having a heavy rainfall every year.

Today the imposing mountain of Daragang Magayon still stands in Albay, perpetually clad with the green foliage of plants. Indeed, what a striking parallelism to find this mountain, like the winsome lady of former Kabikolan, always a radiant symbol of hope, to honor and remember the memory of Daragang Magayon, the mountain that marks her resting place is now called Mayon (short for Magayon) and the village by its slopes is at present a thriving town as Daraga (derived from Daragang) which is still noted for its pretty women.


Breakfast at Tiffany’s

“You know what’s wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You’re chicken, you’ve got no guts. You’re afraid to stick out your chin and say, “Okay, life’s a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that’s the only chance anybody’s got for real happiness.”

You call yourself a free spirit, a “wild thing,” and you’re terrified somebody’s gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you’re already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it’s not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It’s wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.”

I love Audrey Hepburn, her dresses, her lean body and sexiness. The movie is a favorite of Patz and we have seen it a number of times, I forget how many times but I can’t memorize the dialogue, if looking for the unnamed Cat is not counted.
I cooed when she sang,  Moon River, wider than a mile; I’m crossing you in style some day. Oh dream-maker, you heartbreaker, Wherever you’re goin’, I’m goin’ your way. Two drifters off to see the world; There’s such a lot of world to see. We’re after the same rainbow’s end … Waitin’ ’round the bend … My huckleberry friend, Moon River, … and me…
Everybody belongs to someone, oh dear, this is bad. That’s the movie and before Holly or whatever her name is, lost her Texan twang, she loved her brother Fred and later after a chaotic life fall in  love with another hooker like her, Paul. It might be too sentimental that two people with same profession or means of living, ended up falling in love with each other.
Police departments give their officers personality tests to make sure they are deliberately assigned to a partner who is their total opposite (not in our country).  Personalities should not be homogeneous, least there will be little creativity for crime solution, they may clash in opinion but that would help solve the crime or the situation. I’ve also learned that in my ‘can group’ that we undergo MBTI to determine our personalities and mixed up we have all kinds in our can group.
That is the side dish, for the main course, breakfast at tiffany’s is bad for Blair of the Gossip Girl who also love this movie and to Patz who is under the impression that life will ultimately turn out well, the optimist in her.
I still have not made up my mind about the movie, until now. What struck me most are the clothes Hepburn wear, how she wore it well, the long cigarette holder, the utter chaos in her life. To be beautiful is sometimes a curse, a bane not a boon.

Something about Fred

Fred Factor  by  Mark Sanborn

             Fred Factor is a story about an ordinary postman, a real person who is doing his job in an extraordinary way. There are many lessons that can be learned from this book and the biggest learning I had is about creating value and fostering relationship. Life and work is all about relationship.

             Fred Shea is the main character of this book who exemplifies the positive traits that a person in all stages of life needs. Anybody who has his traits is called “Fred” to identify the person from whom these admirable traits were first seen and experienced by the author, Mark Sanborn who is a motivational speaker. The author used Fred as an example in his lectures of a person rising above his job description and providing value to work at the same time enhancing not only the quality of service but also providing dignity to work.

Mr. Sanborn summarized the four principles he learned from Fred which can be applied anytime, in any situation, in any work, by anyone. He called them the “Fred Principles”. The following are the four Fred Principles:

1.  Everyone makes a difference. Whatever position or kind of job you have, you can always make a difference. Fred is an ordinary postman doing routine work of delivering mail (during the time when snail mail is still the way we communicate as opposed to the present email, social media like facebook and twitter and SMS, MMS). However, he did his work extraordinarily as experienced by the author, from an impersonal delivery machine, Fred addressed the needs of the people in his area of operation such as keeping watch on the homes not only the mails of the people he serve. He chose to do things differently.  Fred keeps himself inspired and seeks to improve the way of doing things.

2.   Success is built on relationships. Everything begins and ends with the person; hence, relationship determines the quality of service that we receive. Impersonalized service or business would not last long since people would not go back to you. It takes good relationship for a person to succeed. Fred was successful since he recognize that to deliver good service he must know the needs of the customers and he can only determine their needs if he know them personally. Leaders became successful by the quality of relationship he established with his people, his customers and his alliances or partners.

3.   You must continually create value for others, and it doesn’t have to cost a penny.  Fred created value by thinking creatively of delivering value (not just mail) to his customers, by addressing their needs and walking the extra mile, even doing rounds of the neighborhood even when he is off-duty to talk to his customers and look for things that needs to be done. In life we do not have many choices on our status in life but we have choice on how we lived our life. By thinking how to excel in life, Fred overcome mediocrity in performing his job, he decided to excel in the way he delivers service to his customers, that is the value that Fred gives without costing him a centavo.

4.     You can reinvent yourself regularly. Any person can reinvent himself or herself daily and do things in a way that is not thinkable to others. Fred has decided to work differently and he regularly commits to do things the best way he saw at every opportunity he got. He conquered mediocrity and excel in his work and that is the Fred factor.

             Mark Sanborn armed with his encounter with Fred has continually looked for Fred in every person he met or acknowledged the Fred in them. He saw and called “Fred” the lady supervisor of housekeeping in a hotel whose staff has already left, who took extra effort of bringing home his laundry so he could wear it the next day.

Fred is everywhere, the lady attendant of the plane who entertained the passengers with being funny but delivering efficient and effective service and the night auditor of a hotel who went out of his way to buy from a restaurant the special meal that a daughter wants for her father on Father’s Day. This Fred provided extraordinary service not required by his job but in return, the grateful father has given the hotel a valuable contract, adding more value for valued relationship.

Have you found your Fred?