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THE CULPRIT (declamation)

THE CULPRIT
The Republic of the Philippines
Versus Rolando Madlang Bayan
Criminal Case No._________

...................Yes your honor I am Rilando Madlang Bayan docked in Criminal Case


#27890 for multiple murders and drug trafficking. Yes, I pledge guilty to the crime I don
not intend to deny. Come, sentence me to the ultimate capital punishment I deserve bu I
beg of you to listen to me.
This is how it happened. Many years ago in an obscure village, a healthy boy was
born to a woman who had a name in a flickerville. My father was a man who had a name
to himself. I was the fruit of their secret relationship. After my birth my mom got back to
the world of make believe just to accept many more rejections. Offers started to come
just a little and all her misfortunes were charged to my unexpected coming. She called
me a jinx, her misfortune, her failure. Until one time she died of overdose of sleeping
pills. Her untimely death added to my sufferings. My own father disowned me for
reason he alone knows. Society condemned me. The pang of rejection was even bitter. I
started on my own. Living the hard way until I found myself hooked in the business of
drug trafficking.

You brand me as evil, but have you ever tried to give me the chance to live decently?
You call me wicked but has it ever crossed your mind that you too had a share in shaping
me into a hoodlum?

During the pitiful night, there was raid. We were surrounded by men in uniform.
From my place I know the man who led the raiding team was the man responsible for
my birth ... My own Dad ... I could have killed him that very night. I could have
vindicated the injustice he had done but blood was thicker than water ... I made painful
decision. I surrendered and handed him my revolver, I know I would answer for the
many crimes of murder I had done but I am sure with my decision my father will earn
another feather in his cap. It would mean a promotion for him.

Your honor, now on your hands lie the verdict. Who is the real culprit? The man who
sold prohibited drugs to sustain a living or the man who turned his back from
responsibility? The man charged of multiple murders or the decorated man who led me
to this horrible crime?
THE PANG OF MISFORTUNE (Declamation)
THE PANG OF MISFORTUNE

Klang. Klang. That's the signal, yes, two hours more is left. Do you hear that? At four this afternoon I
will have my rendezvous with death at the lethal injection chamber. I pledge guilty to drug trafficking
and multiple murder. I know I deserve that ultimate capital punishment, but listen to my story. You too
have a share in forming me into a hoodlum in this dog eat dog world.

I was a matter of fate by destiny that I grew up in an area fast a accelerating in this orbit of moral
decadence. My mom died a few days after my birth. Lola brought me up as dad, a policeman was a
footloose and fancy-free family man.

Outcast yes, I am , a bitter pill to swallow but more bitter than this was the pang of rejection. Dad
disowned me for the reason he alone knew. Society condemned me fo mom's indiscretion, a fault not of
my own making.

I did not ask to be born but they gave me life just to wallow in poverty, in shame and in anger. All
around me were dark shadows of frustrations: pre-marital sex, women of loose morale in heavy make-
up, indecency, gambling, vices of all kinds, graft, corruption. Name them and we have them all in our
place.

At first, I lived as an errand boy then as a messenger for this oldest trade of flesh to sustain a living. I
graduated to selling prohibited drugs while sniffing once in a while to get into the world of make believe
to escape reality of life. That was how life was with one like me who has no choice but to stay living that
hard way.

One night, in my usual routine I had some small packages of prohibited drugs to deliver to my valued
clients. I was intercepted by a man in uniform and was consequently caught in the act. i could do
nothing more but to face the situation. Instead of submitting myself peacefully to the authority I
managed to grab the revolver and shot him flat dead. Once , twice, until several policemen came to his
succor. I shot aimlessly not minding anymore who might get hurt until I no longer knew how many lives
were lost.

God forgive me! But you people of the Philippine Republic who accuse me of drug trafficking and
multiple murder I also accuse you before the seat of the Most High, God the all knowing, all wise Judge
for:

- having failed me with our lawmakers who themselves are law breakers,
- having taught me life's bitterness just with your words not coupled by your witnessing,
- having done nothing to fight moral decadence that has swept and pestered our country now.

I know I have but few minutes to live. Before I submit myself to face the Maker, I ask you People of
the Philippine Republic to atone for passive participation in the mess and corruptionour country is faced
with. Do something to save our country, save the Philippines, save our youth. Capture the lost values
through moral recovery.
Five Loaves of Bread

She stood at the bar of justice Even hard jobs, Im willing to learn.
A frightened creature wan and wild
In form too small for a woman, But fates unkind, my father is dead,
In feature too old for a child. My mother is sick and lying in bed,
For a look so worn and pathetic My brothers and sisters missed six
Was stamped on her lovely face meals,
It seemed that years of suffering They asked for food with eyes full of
Was something time couldnt erase. tears.

Your name? asked the judge as he What could I do to save them from
eyed her. death?
Is Anna Ruiz, Sir, said the girl. I myself was losing my breath
And your age? asked the judge So I took the five loaves of bread,
again, But Ill pay with services instead.
Then girl replied, Ive turned
fifteen. There was silence in the courtroom,
That was suddenly filled with gloom.
Well Anna, Im sorry to say, The women wiped their tears away,
That you have been charged today They heaved a sigh and tried to pray.
By your town baker who said,
That you stole five loaves of bread All dug into their pockets,
And then brought out their wallets
Do you know that stealing is bad? Sounds were heard of golden coins
And that you have displeased our that fall
God? Into boxes passed around the hall.
Do you know that you could be
jailed? The baker stood up and told the judge
And cannot be set free or bailed? Your Honor, Im withdrawing my
Your Honor, I know it was wrong, charge.
But day in and out I walked along A rich lady gave Anna a job
Looking for work so I could earn That helped her and all that she loved.
Bad Girl
Hey! Everybody seems to be staring at me..
You! You! All of you!
How dare you to stare at me?
Why? Is it because Im a bad girl?
A bad girl I am, A good for nothing teen ager, a problem child?
Thats what you call me!
I smoke. I drink. I gamble at my young tender age.
I lie. I cheat, and I could even kill, If I have too.
Yes, Im a bad girl, but where are my parents?
You! You! You are my good parents?
My good elder brother and sister in this society where I live?
Looklook at meWhat have you done to me?
You have pampered and spoiled me, neglected me when I needed you

most!
Entrusted me to a yaya, whose intelligence was much lower than mine!
While you go about your parties, your meetings and gambling session
Thus I drifted away from you!
Longing for a fathers love, yearning for a mothers care!
As I grew up, everything changed!
You too have changed!
You spent more time in your poker, majong tables, bars and night clubs.
You even landed on the headlines of the newspaper as crooks, pedlars and

racketeers.
Now, you call me names, accuse me of everything I do to myself?
Tell me! How good are you?
If you really wish to ensure my future
Then hurry.hurry back home! Where I await you, because I need you
Protect me from all evil influences that will threathen at my very own

understanding
But if I am bad, really badthen, youve got to help me!
Help me! Oh pleaseHelp me!
The Lost Girl
by Dhang

I am a girl, young in heart and in mind I am carefree, I enjoy doing nothing but play,play and
playI seldom go to school but hmp! nobody cares! Instead,you will see me roaming
around standing at the nearby canto, or hanging around at the sari-sari store standing beside the
jukebox stand

One day I asked I asked my mother to teach me how to behave,to live, and appreciate all
the beautiful things in life.

Would you like to know what she told me?

She said
" Cant you see, I have to hurry up for my majong session! "

So I turned to my father to console me. But what a wonderful world word he did tell me

" Child, I have to finish my overtime workHeres 500 pesos, go and ask your teacher
about that question"

Sadly,I attended my class But I heard nothing but the echoing voice of my teacher,torturing
me with her words

" Hey yo lazy girl! Why waste your time studying those things? When up to now you cant
even multiply seven by nine? Go home and dont bother me!!!"

I am lostconfusedI dont know what to do with myself


Where are my parents to guide me?
My teachers to give me inspirations?
My friends, when I play? Im lazy and irresponsible.

When I try to study, I get punished for not being able to answer.
Where nowIm confused
Somebody, please help me
You say that the world is beautiful, why is it treating me this way?
Hear me please!
Help me please!
Help me
I am lost
A CALL FOR MOM AND DAD

Ring... ring... ring... is it the phone? My, it's two o'clock in the morning yet. But wait. It is Dad.
Has he just got home from the business meeting, maybe... poor Dad! He works so hard for Mom
and me.
I walked on tiptoe to the door ( another honking was heard ). Oh, is it Mom? Yes and what
happens? She looks drunk, swinging her way to the sala.

All I hope was to give them surprise but I get, instead the biggest surprise in my life. Dad, my
hero leads a Cassanova lifestyle: wine, women and party. And Mom, the lady behind the recent
fund raising campaign is the exact opposite of the image she projected in that last week's PTA
event. A cheat, a liar. How could they do this to me? "You brute," Mom shouted, You think you
can always hide things from me? I saw you with your secretary," and she started throwing things
at Dad.

"Stop that, Matilde." And he pushes Mom hard enough to the wall.

Is this the home I was eagerly looking forward to return for a vacation? And Dad, is he worth
emulating? My Mom, what has gone with her? I got out from my place.

Mom, Dad what's wrong? Benjo, good you are here. Dad managed to say. We can no longer go
on this way anymore. It's no use of hiding things from you I must confess. I love you son. You
are the only reason of my staying here. Now it is for good. I must leave the house. Son, please
understand. He went up and in an instance he came down with his luggage. Mom seemed to be in
the state of shock. All she could do was cry.
Benjo, my son. I can no longer hide the truth. Your Dad and I are never happy. We have to part
ways. Please, Son try to understand.

I bite my lips to hold my tears but I held Mom by shoulders. Mom, why has this happened to us?
Have you ever thought of the effects on me? That happened a long time ago.
I do not know where Dad is now. It took me long to gather the prices of my broken dreams. All I
know is I am very much affected by what happened to us.

To you fathers and mothers present in this hall now, I challenge you to step forward to prove you
are not cowards like my own Dad. I challenge you mothers to stay firm and unwavering, never to
let your family break.
LRT BOMBING

Bread. Bread. . .spare me a piece of bread. Believe me, I don't want to society but fate dooms me
to this deplorable situation.

We used to be a happy family. Dad was a good provider until that pitiful day in May. All I could
remember was Mom crying over the sad news of Dad's untimely death. He died in an airplane
crush and his remains was nowhere to be found.

Mom gallantly took her responsibility as our guide and provider. Benjo, Mom and I made up the
happy family we were once.

A day before New Year, we took the LRT to evade the heavy traffic. I was in pink dress,
matched with a pink ribbon. As I mused with towering edifice on our way to lola, a great
Commotion ensued. Mom embraced me tightly to shield me from apparent danger. Everything
went fast. BOOM. . . A DESTRUCTIVE EXPLOSION WENT OUT.

"RIZZA, take care," she said and finally loosened her hold on me. Her look was gloomy and
slowly she closed her eyes as she gave forth her last.

"Mom." I cried out loud as I struggled to get out from the broken seat. As I looked at the crowd, I
saw everything in disorder; people in commotion and crimson blood oozed from my Mom's
forehead.
"Mom," I cried bitterly embracing her lifeless body. Everything went dark, darker until I found
myself in a hospital. Worst, Benjo was nowhere to be found.

What awaits a small, incapable girl like me. Nothing but a the bare truth of misfortune-darker
than the hundred nights. . . uncertain than a thousand blank reality.

Bread, bread. . . give me a piece of bread.


FAKE

I got this smile, I skip and I play like a kid.


I'm happy. People think i'm optimistic, talented and smart. I am religious. I
have many friends.
Do I look like that? Do I? I hope you're convinced by this synthetic, this
fake smile of mine. Most people envy how perfect my life is. How I don't
have problems and how I seemed to be fine with everything.
But am I?

I always smile and agree to everything request. To be fine with everything


my so called friends wanted. Do they know that all they're seeing is fake?

A mask of fake happiness and glee. That the only reason is, I cannot say no.
have they thought of my feelings? are they even my friends?

That every time I see them, I have this smile that no one ever dared to
disbelieve.
This sense of optimism everyone envies? It's all superficial. In fact, all I
think of is sadness, despair, hate, and often I just can't go on anymore. Does
anyone know that? Once I told my mom to cut the afternoon church club
meetings, Guess what she bladed?

No God will be disappointed to you, she said.


I wanted to reply "Well if you put it that way" or "Sure make me feel guilty.
Do I have a choice?" but all I can do is agree and pretend I didn't ask
anything.

The Saddest part is with all the masks, my disguises, my covers. . .all the
lies. . .Everyone seems to believe. No one knows how gloom, how
depressed. . .unhappy I am. No one, none of you people.
None of you dare to doubt
I don't know. . .I if I still know who I am beneath.
Is it even there? I don't know.
OUR HOUSE WILL NEVER BE A HOME

"Kring-kring, kring-kring, kring-kring" the alarm clock ringing on my side.


Suddenly, I heard my mother's voice "Ana, Ana wake up its already 9 am in the
morning", mother said.

"Here you are again waking me up, its been a week since you were here coming
back in the Philippines bagging my whole life into disaster, I wish you weren't my
Mother, 10 years of abandoning me? Then suddenly you came? What for?
Ruining my life into mess?"

Knock- knock....A sweet voice came out as the door open " Ana, Ana my dear your
late , aren't you supposed in the school by this time?"
I remember when I was young so witty but pretty. My Mother used to play piano,
and I sing and sing as my father lift me up. I was ten years. . . . a long darkened
side of my life. I heard a Bang bang bang, a gun, Yes a gun. . .Blag. . .as I raise my
eyes I saw him lying on the floor. Red red red, a blood, Yes a blood running from
my fathers lifeless body, my Father died because of her. Yeah because of her,
because of her. . .
Our house will never be a home, it's been 5 months when I was here, hahahaha,
hahahaha. I was here because of her.
I was on Mental Institution because of her. I found a house that can never be a
home hahahahaha, hahahaha. Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang countless shots
coming from a gun, I raise my head and look on the floor, I saw my mother lying
on the floor together with her fresh blood!!! Yes! Yes! I kill her. I kill my own
Mother hahahaha, hahahah. . . . .tear. . .tears. . . suddenly fell on my eyes. . .What
for? Aren't I am happy now I kill her, she kill him, I am left behind in a house that
will never be a home.
I WISH I WERE NOT BORN
I walked on tiptoed. Dad must be home now. How my heart bleed when
Mom left him for abroad. No amount of mom's explanation could appease
my anger. Why did she do this? My poor Dad! now I see every reason why
he has to come home late, why he has to drink. He must, I even told myself.
He deserves to give way to his emotions.

I walked quietly and slowly turned in the door knob. The greatest secret
unfolded before my naked eyes. I caught Dad in a very compromising
situation with our driver. My whole world shattered; my knees trembled.
Discovery even made it more shocking. Dad is a homosexual! What is this?
I shouted.

I wish I were not born. Damn you! And I ran as fast as I could. That was
many years ago.

I wanted to end my life. I was like a little kitten with no one to turn to.
Helpless and confused I started to pick up every piece of my broken life.
The father with whom I should feel secure and protected failed me a
hundred times. He did not have the arms to protect me from harm. Instead
he brought me shame and untold misery. The mother whom I need to
embrace to strengthen me and love me left. Parents, why do you fail me?
Where else can we find solace in our dark moments of despair? What have
you done?
ORATION

I will Persist Until I Succeed

I was not delivered unto this World in defeat, nor does failure course in my veins. I will hear not
those who weep and complain, for their disease is contagious. The slaughterhouse of failure is
not my destiny.

The prizes of life are at the end of each journey, not near the beginning; and it is not given to me
to know how many steps are necessary in order to reach my goal. Failure I may still encounter at
the thousandth step, yet success hides behind the next bend in the road. Never will I know how
close it lies unless I turn the corner.

I will be likened to the rain drop which washes away the mountain, the ant that devours a tiger,
the star which brightens the earth, and the slave who builds a pyramid. I will build my castle one
brick at a time for I know that small attempts, repeated, will complete any undertaking. I will
persist until I succeed.

I will never consider defeat and I will remove from my vocabulary such words and phrases as
quit, cannot, unable, impossible, out of the question, improbable, failure, unworkable, hopeless,
and retreat. I will avoid despair but if this disease of the mind should infect me then I will work
on in despair. I will toil and I will endure.

I will remember the ancient law of averages and I will bend it to my good. Each frown I meet
only prepares me for the smile to come. Each misfortune I encounter I will carry in it the seed of
tomorrows good luck. I must have the night to appreciate the day. I must fail often to succeed
only once. I will persist until I succeed.

Never will I allow any day to end with a failure. Thus I will plant the seed of tomorrows
success and gain an insurmountable advance over those who cease their labor at a prescribed
time. When others cease their struggle, then mine will begin, and my harvest will be full.

Nor will I allow yesterdays success to lull me into todays complacency, for this is the greatest
foundation of failure. I will forget the happenings of the day that is gone, whether they were
good or bad, and greet the new sun with confidence that this will be the best day of my life.

So long as there is breath in me, that long will I persist? For I know one of the greatest
principles of success if I persist long enough, I will win.

I will persist! I will win!


RIZAL ORATION PIECE

When I was young, I used to dream of wonderful things for the Philippines. I wanted to
see tall skyscrapers reach as high as the clouds. I wanted to hear people sing songs, holding
each others hands and laughing out loud as if there were no tomorrow. I dreamed to see the
Philippine flag hoisted in each and every household shouting, Viva las islas Filipinas! and at the
same time singing the Lupang Hinirang in a blaring voice.
Ten years later, these dreams were shattered to the ground. I dont see tall buildings but
I see unfinished construction sites because of poor planning and development. I dont hear
songs and laughter but I hear gunshots, cries and remorse, witnessing how people kill each
other on television screens because of self-centeredness and inequality. I dont see flags in
peoples households but I see households broken, its members venturing to other parts of the
globe because of scarcity of jobs and opportunities. This was not the Philippines I was dreaming
of.
Our society needs an immediate reorientation and reinventing of values. We need a real
president who can bring about real and tangible transformation. According to Rizal, as Filipinos
we should not exude the smell politicians, but should advocate the endeavors of ever-loyal
nationalists. Politics when it blazes between tyrants and oppressed people, has no heart, no
brains but fangs, poison and vengeance.
As Filipinos we need not sensationalize our achievements and charity works. Rizal did
not show off his achievements because people already know him as someone great. He need
not dance and sing in commercials because his works spoke for themselves. I Rizal were my
president, I would gladly repeat that words of Padre Florentino.
I do not mean to say that our freedom must be won at the point of the sword. No!
Absolutely not! The sword now counts very little in the destinies of our time. But I do say that we
must win our freedom by deserving it, by improving the mind and enhancing the dignity of the
individual. Loving what is just, what is good, what is great, even to the point of dying for it.
Rizal is exuding passion. He is generous in all his endeavors in various fields science,
mathematics, literature and the arts, giving it his all, therefore always emerging in excellence.
The very person who should lead our country must be someone who has a heart for excellence.
Rizal asserts: I want to awaken my countrymen from their profound lethargy, and one who
wished to do that does not use soft and gentle sounds but detonations, blows and deafening
bombs.
Rizal has great dreams for the Filipinos, and he never, not even once underestimated
them. I quote from his letter to the women of Malolos: Ignorant is he who subjects another to
his own will and dominates all. True piety is obedience to what is right.
With unwavering trust and conviction, Rizal believes in the abilities of the Filipino people
and banks on them for the progress of the Philippines.
My fellow young men and women, if we want to establish a better Philippines, we need a
real president who embodies the characteristics of Dr. Jose Rizal, the very person who died for
his country. We should try our best to epitomize the same selflessness and sacrifice that Rizal
has embodied all his life. Let us always remember that authority without love and sacrifice is
definitely self serving . That one should surrender himself to the power of love and not to the
love of power.
Today, I still continue to dream of a better Philippines. I still want to see skyscrapers and
hear people sing and laugh. I will still sing the Lupang Hinirang with so much passion, just like
during that beautiful morning in Bagumbayan, 113 years ago, in 1896 when he was there,
standing alone, his eyes were closed but his heart was open, that the fires of Mt. Tabor were
burning in his breast, the cup of sacrifice came and was heard all over the world in the form of a
gunshot, and there it was: Ang mamatay ng dahil sa yo. To die for the sake of the Philippines, a
trait every Filipino should strive for, yes, ladies and gentlemen, Rizal I my president.
The Dirty and Calloused Hands of My People

By: Cyrill N. Tan

My land of origin has made its mark onto the world as the country which citizens serve
other nations. From the generations of the past and the present we have been known to the
world as nannies to their kids while our own children are left behind motherless; as caregivers to
strangers while our very own elders are left unattended; and as janitors to sweep the floors of a
foreign land while our very abode remains soiled with the solitude of a broken home.

Hard and trying times are faced by the world today. What with recession and threats of
terrorism, even the worlds powerful nations have been driven by fear and chaos; but in the very
heart of the Orient where my nation is, the people quietly continue what they do bestbeing in
service to others. Indeed, we have been eyed. We have been mocked by the monarchs of the
world sitting on their tall towers as we continue harvesting what is to spare from their fields. We
have been called the country of slaves. A country which citizens are slaves to foreign people in
distant lands, and even slaves to foreign people in their very own land! We are slaves born
and to diewith dirty hands.

If this is their reason to ridicule us, then let it be. My hands are dirty, but this does not
mean I am not wise. My hands are calloused, but this does not mean I lack skills and talent. My
hands are dirty, but this does not mean I am not rich in virtues that come rarely these days. My
hands are calloused because while the world sits and relaxes in the comfort of the present, I
have toiled my way making sure the future will not be easily shaken. I have toiled, yes, and too
hard have I toiled.

I am proud of being a Filipino and to that extent being a Bulakenyo whose hands have
been dirty from the very start. Why should I not be proud? Even in the tall offices where Filipinos
work, their hands are soiled, not with corruption, but with good and hard labor. Now, that the
world is on the brink of losing what it holds most dearly, everybody panics. Everyone who sat
relaxing all these times had their seats shaken hard that they may hit the ground only to find out
when they get up that they, too, have been covered with dirt. Who knows how to build a ship
wrecked by strong winds better than the ordinary crew?

Is it OK then to be a slave? Well, the answer is yes and no. Yes, it is OK to be a slave
only if you are doing so that you may set yourself and the people you care for free from slavery!
We belong to a noble race. I can not deny myself being a Filipino to anyone because it
shows. I am hospitable, admirably raised in every grace, patterned into that solid mold of
bravery, generosity, industriousness and above all, humility and all of these plus the fact that my
hands are dirty easily point out that I am a Filipino. The fathers and mothers way before us did
well in being slaves that we may be free. We may not be known to the world as the America that
flew to the moon, or Greece with her brilliant thinkers, or even Japan with technologies to boast;
but being nameless and faceless dont mean were good for nothing.
My fellow men, we have not lost our dignity as Filipinos when we came of service to the
foreign men; but we will lose it finally when we do not free ourselves from the chains that we
ourselves have bounded.

I challenge this generation to have the burden of giving back to the country what it
deserves and bring back the glory and prestige of being a Filipino. A clich goes something like
this, In nature, there are neither rewards nor punishments, there are only consequences. True
to the very last word, it is a rule that applies to each and every one of us. Do we not know that
for every action theres an equal and opposite reaction? Have we been so blind as to call the
destruction of nature progress? When did DENR transform itself to being the Department of the
Extermination of Natural Resources?

My fellow men, I am not jeopardizing our government. I have my hopes laid on their very
shoulders. I would only just want to point out that while we recognize the importance of
developing multiple skills, we must also bear in mind that these skills must be useful to the
community we belong to. Our skills must lead us to progress. Our skills must make the future
Filipinos a better Philippines.

A friend once told me, Of all the apples that fell; only Newton asked why. I hope that
you recognize the courage it takes to talk about these things when we have already
desensitivized ourselves from what is going on around us.

My hands are dirty and calloused and I am not ashamed! These hands are soiled by the
courage of Bonifacio, the wisdom of Rizal, the faith of Corazon, the humility of Magsaysay, and
the strength and dedication and sacrifice of the hundreds upon thousands of nameless and
faceless OFWs and the common citizens who always made sure that their voices are heard.

My hands are dirty! I shall not stop to toil until the tree I planted bear a fruit. I dream of a
fruit of true progress and a better home for those Filipinos who are yet to come. Join hands with
me as we make this country a better nation for every one.
Because Of What We Are, Of What We Believe

For every generation, there is a destiny. For some, history decides. For this generation,
the choice must be our own.
Our destiny in the midst of change will rest on the changed character of our people and
on their faith.

In a land of great wealth, families must not live in hopeless poverty.


In a land rich in harvest, children must not be hungry.
In a land of healing miracles, neighbors must not suffer and die untended.
In a great land of learning and scholars, young people must be taught to read and write.

How incredible it is that in this fragile existence, we should hate and destroy one another.

There are possibilities enough for all who will abandon mastery; others to pursue mastery
over nature. There is world enough for all to seek their happiness in their own way.
We have discovered that every child who learns, and every man who finds work, and
every sick body that is made whole like a candle added to an altar brightens the hope of all
the faithful.
So let us reject any among us, who seek to reopen old wounds, and rekindle old hatreds.

They stand in the way of a seeking nation.

Let us join reason to faith and action to experience, to transform our unity of interest into
a unity of purpose. To achieve change without hatred; not without difference of opinion but
without the deep and abiding divisions which scar the union for generations.
Under the covenant of justice, liberty and union, we have become a nation. And we have
kept our freedom.
It is the excitement of becoming always becoming, trying, probing, resting, and trying
again but always gaining.
If we fail now, then we will have forgotten in abundance what we learned in hardship;
that democracy rests on faith, that freedom asks more that it gives.
If we succeeded, it will not be because of what we have, but it will be because of what we
are; not because of what we own, but rather because of what we believe.
For we are a nation of believers. Underneath the clamor of buildings and the rush of our
days pursuits, we are the believers in justice and liberty and union. And in our own union we
believe that every man must some day be free. And we believe in ourselves.
For this is what our country is all about. It is the uncrossed desert and the unclimbed
bridge. It is the star that is not reached and the harvest that is sleeping in the unplowed ground.
Is our world gone? We say farewell, is a new world coming? We welcome it and we will bend
it to the hopes of man.
But you must look within your own hearts to the old promises and to the old dreams.
They will lead you the best of all.
Title: Valuing Filipino Values

A passenger in a bus one day, complained about the mess of not having offered a seat. Good
values are gone nowadays, she murmured. This is but one observable scenario in this fast
changing world. People come and gowork, work, work, .busy..busy ..busy No time to
reflect, no time to notice other peoples needs, no time for sensing others concerns, and worst
even sometimes, no time for God.
Isnt this alarming? Well, the answer is a resounding yes! A biting reality! Try to retrospect in
the olden times when Filipinos had a very strong spirits of nationalism and patriotism in which
everyone used to sing the Philippine National Anthem with ardent fervor in their hearts and
minds. Their social and cultural values were burning like fire as mostly shown in each member
of the family who used to kiss the hands of the elders every time he gets home. The close ties in
every Filipino family makes a strong bond among individual members and even create a more
unique family pattern; the so- called extended family. Such family solidarity depicts the warmth
of sympathy and empathy among them that when one needs help, everybody is there to offer a
hand. Their spiritual values were so expressive that when the clock strikes at 6 in the evening,
everyone hastened his steps to go home for the Angelus.. But do these values still dominate a
Filipinos heart in these times? Maybe yes, maybe no to some.
They say the Filipino is unique. Historians and sociologists declare that Filipino culture is a
mixture of both the Oriental and the Occidental in all aspects. Social and cultural values like
family solidarity, bayanihan spirit, hospitality, kissing the hands of the elders, the use of po or
opo as a sign of respect and many more are but positive values that make the Filipino distinct
from any other nationality. The Maria Clara character has been reflected in a Filipina woman and
the gentleman attitude in a man in courtship has been popular. However, it seems that there is
much dynamism in the true sense of character of every Filipino. What makes and unmakes the
Filipino? Is it globalization? Technology?Or just a normal twist of time? Well, change is
inevitable, right? But good values must remain unchanged no matter what happens. It must dwell
in the hearts of every Filipino forever to maintain his dignity all over the world. We must stand
with heads up high and be proud of the uniqueness and fineness of our character. And this
character must be something we must nurture and must run in our blood.
Lets try to recapitulate everything and put the Filipino character in a closer view. Filipino values
can be both subjective and objective. An example is family solidarity, a sort of a family that
prays together, stays together, In the light of historical values, patriotism and nationalism were
so strong before we gained our total independence. Through the passing of time, where
democracy has been attained, these values have been placed behind over other values. This
shows that values are dynamic according to the demands of time.
Furthermore, Filipino values are ambivalent. Ambivalent in the sense that they can be seen both
positively and negatively. Let me quote and unquote Father Gorospes ideas in his essay entitled,
Understanding the Filipino Value System. Are Filipino values good or bad? He says that
Filipino values are ambivalent in the sense that they are a potential for good or evil, a help or
hindrance to personal and national development, depending on how they are understood,
practiced or lived. They can be used in a good or evil context. An example of this is
pakikisamasakabuktutan or sakaunlaran or camaraderie for destruction or progress. Filipino
values have both positive and negative aspects depending on the context in which they are found.
In a social system or atmosphere of extreme insecurity, the positive qualities of the Filipino take
on negative and ugly appearances. For example, utangnaloob or debt of gratitude can lead to
pakiusap or favor , nepotism and cronyism. Pagmamay-aringkapangyarihan or the possession of
power and their abuse could lead to class distinction or the malakas-mahina system or strong
weak system. Hiya or shame can become pakitangtao or gaya-gaya or showy and imitation
effect, machismo or aggressive masculinity is partly responsible for the queridasystem and the
doblekara morality. These are but some few values common in a Filipino that carry the so- called
double standard of morality or split level Christianity.
Hence, by looking at those common Filipino values, one can choose now between the right and
the wrong, between the wholesome and unwholesome and between the good or evil. Now,
choose what Filipino values are worthy of valuing? It is up to you if you are capable and
susceptible to change. After rediscovering such values, it is your choice what you see, act and
advocate.
As we can see around, lifestyle has become different but no matter how we are tossed by the
waves of change, there must be a character of the Filipino that must be worth preserving. Gone
are those days that we need to be wearing the Barong Tagalog and BarotSaya in order to reveal
the modesty of a Filipino man and woman. Physical outlook is not so important now. What is
more important is the inward character, the good values that are instilled in our hearts and
inculcated in our minds by our forefathers that must be passed from this generation onwards.
Personally, I see, act and advocate what is timely, necessary and indispensable in building a
more just and humane society as stipulated in the Preamble of our Constitution. I go once
again for the words of Father Gorospe of transforming Filipino values towards this national goal
because we need both external structural and internal cultural change where Christian faith
points to the kind of values education needed for our youth of today for national reconstruction.
Now, its time for you to reflect. Thank you!
Change, I want To See Begins With Me: Becoming the New Filipino

Far away in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see the
beauty, believe in them and try to follow where they lead.
My courtesy to the Honorable Board of Judges, friends, ladies and gentlemen, good day to everyone!!!
Change they say is the only constant thing on earth. Much has been heard around the world about a battle
cry raised against the administration of a workplace, against the educational system or against the
government. . And there has been only one similar plea to have CHANGE in the system. People long
for change because they want to start anew. Particularly, for the labor sector for example , to raise their
standard of living. .for the youth sector, to enjoy a more quality education, to have freedom on everything
they need, and for the women in the community, to attain gender equality, for the masses, to eradicate
poverty, and for an ordinary citizen, to have a peaceful living.
But what is change really? Is it something personal? Yes.! It must start from within. If we long to change
the world into a better one, make it a point, aim high and follow your dreams. Sound idealistic? No. Its
simple. Great things come from humble and small beginnings.. Remember that old, old clich?
Absolutely, we must always start from the fist step in the ladder. Some coin it as a joke there is no short
cut to heaven. So what is important is that, you must only believe in yourselves as I mentioned earlier,
try to follow where your aspirations may lead you. If you cant reach them, just look at the beauty of such
aspirations. If you find it hard to reach your dreams , change the way you look at them. In short, think
positive!!
As a youth, I want to see myself way ahead as a successful career individual with much higher hope to
change not only my life but others as well. After all we are destined to live for others too. God created us
for others existence. Biblically, once God felt lonely and alone and decided to create Adam. And when
he saw Adam lonely, He created Eve out of his concern and sensitivity to Adams need to have a
companion in life. See? God himself has wanted us to live happily with others. That significant event
alone has taught us to care for others and that makes life worth and meaningful. As a social being, it has
been a fact that no man is an island. I myself has been longing for a change for a better life, and I
believe it must start from me and I must be like a stone thrown into a still water to create a rippling effect
to others.
Change therefore is not a word per se that will just multiply and happen in an instant without any driving
force from within ourselves. It depends on our motives to see how Philippines will become more
progressive socially, morally, economically and spiritually. No matter how we cry out loud to eradicate
poverty, social unrest and political turmoil , if we have the wrong motives, change is impossible. Yes, its
hard to change if we are resistant to it. But if we are determined to foster it, we must also alter our
principles, our ideals, ourselves. We can make and unmake men by trying to be an example to them and
that will eventually create a peaceful and better Philippines if not a better world.
Furthermore, what is change for? An alteration for a better one?A change for becoming a new individual?
Try to ponder upon the metamorphosis of a butterfly. The gradual change from a slow creeping scary
worm into a beautiful multi- colored winged creature truly gives us a clear picture what is change for. We
want freedom like a butterfly who is not destined to stay forever in its cocoon. We hope to spread our
wings and explore and look for a more comfortable life like a butterfly looking for the sweetest nectar it
has never tasted all its life.
Hence, change connotes freedom, peace and abundance in life. If we long for that kind of life, we better
vary our outlooks. Certainly, the once selfish individual can possibly turn into a selfless one, the egoistic
into a socially and civic oriented citizen, the peace wrecker into a peaceful loving one, the proud into a
humble person and the violent into a non- violent citizen. These are but a few examples of changes that
will be made possible if we mean what we really want to say and say what we really want to mean.
Personally, I am inspired by a line from a song that goes , when I see you smile, I can change the world.
If we want to be happy, make others happy too. So now , we come to know what is change for? After all
life is short. So we must accept the challenge just like me. Youre hoping to become a better Filipino?
Start to make a change and take a step forward. Good day once again!
I AM THE YOUTH OF TODAY

I am the youth of today. I am a descendant of the brave Katipuneros and the strong-willed leaders of the
revolution. I wear the red banner and carry the torch of my guerrilla forefathers. The blood of my
ancestors runs through my veins. I was not delivered into this world in defeat. The resilience of the past
centuries nourishes my will but I am still fighting for my freedom, justice, and peace.
To our distinguished members of the board of judges, to my fellow contenders, friends, visitors, ladies
and gentlemen, good afternoon.
I stand before you to speak for democracy, that our heroes died for, the unfortunate and unjust strived for,
and the present and even the future generations endeavour. Honor and dignity flow in my blood and my
heart beats for freedom.
Ladies and gentlemen, the Filipino heroism is our legacy. It is found in the determination that made it
possible for our Banganhon brothers to fight for freedom. It is in the courage that sustained them to seek
justice for the brutal Banga massacre many years ago. Let the blood of the courageous Katipuneros run
through the veins of our children. Let their cries be echoed to our youth. Let us revel in the victory and
peace that our forefathers gave their life for.
But where is our freedom? Through the agony of the three hundreds of years under the Spanish
colonization, several years under the Japanese and American occupation, I should think we are liberated
from foreign forces but a fellow Filipino dictator once again threatened our peace. When victory
became ours, the seed of democracy in our country began to take root and sprouted to grow. I should
rejoice, and shout. However, ladies and gentlemen, I can see pictures of our Mother Land in reality at the
present and she is chained. Her shackles are those of poverty and inequality. Her chains are those of
injustices, human rights violations, corruption, and treason. Her eyes are blinded by media, and social
networking. But her heart breaks as she sees her sons point their guns at each other. She sees her
daughters slaving their way in foreign lands to earn money to buy food for their families. Is this what
freedom has cost her?
I am the youth of today, I am free to do what I want without prejudice. I am free to say what I want
without fear of incrimination. I have grown fond of TV shows, love teams and teleserye, and fight over
them in social media. If only my fellow youths can defend our land from domestic terrorist groups, like
how we defend AlDub or Pastillas girl. If only we can protect our West Philippine Sea from foreign
invaders like how we protect our love teams from rumors. Then I can say that our forefathers heroism is
not in vain.
Fellow Banganhons, I am the Filipino Youth of today. I enjoy social networking like facebook and
instagram. I like taking selfies and posting it online. But what I do online does not define me. It is my
thoughts thoughts that will always contain memories of the meaningful virtues our ancestors passed
down to us. It is my words in the stories that I will tell my future children and grandchildren of
how Aeaw-aeaw came to be. It is in my actions that embody the true nature of Saguibin helping one
another.
As Dr. Jose Rizal once quoted, He, who doesnt know how to look back where he came from, will never
reach his destiny. The only way to reach our dreams for the future is to have a clear understanding of the
past. What has already happened can never be changed but they can be lessons we can learn from.
I am the YOUTH of today. I am a descendant of the brave Katipuneros and the strong-willed leaders of
the revolution. I wear the red banner and carry the torch of my guerrilla forefathers. The blood of my
ancestors runs through my veins. I was not delivered into this world in defeat. The resilience of the past
century nourishes my will but I am still fighting for my freedom, justice, and peace. Ladies and
gentlemen, where is YOUR freedom? Once again, good afternoon.
TO BE FREE IS TO BE RESPONSIBLE FOR ONE'S SELF

This was title of my oration in which I won the Gold (I was in high school then,1988). My english teacher
gave me a cut out piece of newspaper which I knew it was from an editorial portion, such speech was a
challange since I had the only different oratorical piece, among the 10 contestants. As they say "save the
best for last" I was the last to orate and because it was different the judges listened and liked the piece
that for a fact it was longer than the monotunous piece the previous 9 orated. The speech is as follows:

As a teenager I find my self through an akward age


When I am niether man nor child, and by the way I feel, neither animal, mineral nor vegtable. . . when
my voice cascades down from high C to B flat minor and every pimple assumes the proportions of Taal
Volcano.
I am prone to anxiety, fear freaquent changes of mood, sensitive to criticism.
I spen sleepless nights worriying about bad breath, homework and the exquisite agonies of unrequited
love.
It is the age when I feel the first stirrings of man's primodial urge.... TO BE FREE!
To be free to pursue the pleasures of youth,
to watch TV and use the telephone for hours on end .......
FREE to settle arguments with my brothers and sisters with a kick in the pants.
"Papa, I WANT TO BE FREE TO DO WHAT I WISH"
My father's answer was short and devastating:
"As long as I provide you with the roof over your head and the clothes you wear, YOU ARE NOT FREE, my
son. TO BE FREE IS TO BE RESPONSIBLE FOR ONE SELF."
Even as I stand before you, our country the Philippines stands before the rest of the world as the first
democracy in all of Asia --- still in it's AWKWARD AGE, a nation not quite yet a nation,
trying to be politically independent while economically insecure, and every bit as PRONE to
ANXIETY, FEAR, FREAQUENT CHANGE OF MOOD and SENSITIVE TO CRITICISM as I ever am in my own
AWKWARD AGE.
Here democracy first dawned over the high tide of WESTERN COLONIALISM at the end of the last
century.
Yet in 1989, we Filipinos dared to rise against the tide of history and to declare ourselves free, the first in
all of Asia to brake the shackels of Western colonialism.
Even in 1946 when we regained our independence, we were still the first nation to achieve
independence from the colonial powers.
As the oldest democracy in Asia, we watch other people in our part of the world painfully following our
footsteps, fighting and dying for the same dream. Elsewhere in Asia, a Buddhist monk douses himself
with gasoline, lights a match and burns in the glow of a lost cause... an Indonesian student waves his
placard over the street-barricades to the vision of a distant dream, in the teeth of machine gun bullets...
a Chinese peasant makes a daring dash for freedom to the border, is shot and lies dying in a ditch, and
his eyes search those of the people just across, so near they see him and take pity on him. The Buddhist
monk, the Indonesian student, the Chinese peasant and millions of Asians look to the Philippines for
lessons learned in the struggle for democratic freedom, and wonder, after all, as they watch us grapple
with graft and corruption, smuggling, political goons, high prices, unemployment, murder, treason and
so on into the long and lamentable catalogue of human crime -- and wonder after all, whether the
lessons we learned are worth learning at all. We have learned one thing: that the death of tyranny does
not automatically mean the birth of democracy. Democracy has a mind of its own, and does not
necessarily follow a successful revolution against despotic rule. What was started on the bleak
December morn when Rizal was led to martyrdom in Bagumbayan is still by far unfinished. You can
destroy a tyranny quickly, you must build freedom slowly. Freedom must be renewed like soil after
yielding good crops, must be rewound like a faithful clock, exercised like a healthy muscle. Vigilance is
the price of liberty -- a little civil thinking everyday, shouting your mouth off against crime and
corruption, voting in season, and demanding from your representative that he be representative.
Another lesson we learned is this: Democracy in its turn does not automatically mean prosperity. For
prosperity also has a mind of its own, and does not follow democracy around like a faithful dog.
Prosperity too must be earned... by land reform and industrialization; by postponing consumption to
build up savings and investments, passing up the temporal joys of English Leather for an extra clink into
the piggy bank; by patronizing our local industries; and most of all, by a policy of protectionism that
promotes economic development and national self-reliance. To be free is to be responsible for oneself.
To put our lessons hard to work is the greatest need of all. For today, Communism is coming up like
thunder, dedicated to the proposition that prosperity and greatness can only be attained at the price of
freedom. We owe it to ourselves and to the rest of Asia, to prove otherwise: that freedom and
democracy can lead to economic prosperity and national greatness. To remain free, we have no choice.
For the price of failure is great. Take the case of that boy in a hovel in Intramuros who was asked to take
care of a baby sister who cried all day and all night because she was hungry. The parents were out... the
father looking for a job, always looking and never finding one .the mother, searching the garbage cans
for scraps and rotten bananas. The baby cried so much that it twisted the mind of the brother who
watched over her... he reached out with his hands on the babys neck and... killed her. My friends, when
you come home at night from your office or factory, and lay your head on your pillow to claim the rest
you earned at the end of a long day... between the closing of your eyes and the coming of sleep...in that
twilight zone of wakefulness where thoughts and plans and prayers dwell -- Think. Plan. And pray. Pray
that our nation shall under God prosper in freedom, and survive to greatness through its awkward
Awkward Age.