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Hi, Joe!

Thanks for the effort. I appreciate it.  :)

I hope all is well with Mr. Go. We would't want to lose him on the forum.

Stay safe.

Tonybau

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Wonderful piece, Mr. Go!

I was moved to respond in my small way.

To be as light as when we came into this world struck me.

While matter, which includes us, appears to be in the usual solid, liquid and gaseous states, and probably more than we currently understand, all are made up of atoms with their neutrons, protons, electrons, quarks (the so-called building blocks of the universe). And in between these atoms and its components, there lies a vast space of nothingness. This is where the boundary between being and nothingness lies. "As light as a feather" comes nowhere near. This, to me, is where I will go—"nothingness". Only the memories of me by those I will leave behind will remain until they, too, will have gone their own ways, hopefully after coming to a realization that unburdening themselves of the "shiny stones" is the way we should go.

Best regards,

Tonybau



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Dear Mr. Go,

Textbooks, like this one used in HEKASI, are abominations. There must be many more of the same nature that DepEd has been allowing to influence the minds of our children. I totally agree that those who were/are responsible for the approval and required use of such “textbooks” should be held accountable.

I have no idea how long your crusade has been going on but I’d like to know what DepEd has done to correct this. I smell something fishy and I think it is called money.

Your efforts are commendable. Thank you for your eye-opening  revelations.

Is it wishful thinking that DepEd and other government officials would really get to the bottom of this and do what needs to be done?

tonybau

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Lounge / Re: Inspiration
« on: December 22, 2020, 08:04:12 AM »
Dear Joe,

No excuses for me.

I missed this when it was first posted. They are simple yet profound bits of learning. Andy Rooney reminds me of Og Mandino and his wonderful inspirational books.

I have read this twice in a row today wondering what would happen if one took those quotations to heart and embed them in one's mind for the next 30 days. No excuses.

Nothing to lose.

Have yourself a Merry, Merry Christmas!

tonybau

ps: Thank you for again posting those Christmas stories. Love them!

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Hi, Joe,

Decades ago, Latin was still part of the B.S. Pre-Med curriculum in Silliman University. I do not recall anyone of us students letting on that this was a useless subject. We managed to breeze through it and we were all too glad when the requirements were done with.

In our first year of medical school, anatomy books and atlases, unfortunately, were chock-full of Latin names for various human organs. Groan! The worst part was we had to memorize all of these names because they were often given during examinations. Again, we breezed through this stage, happy to have passed anatomy.

After medical school, the only Latin that existed was the extremely rare Catholic mass which I am sure the faithful never understood, at least in the country. Perhaps the clergy did.

And now, your not-so-handy Latin phrases that I actually tried to say out loud. For the life of me, I couldn't understand any of them anymore and got my tongue twisted, almost bitten. But, thanks for the trip down memory lane. I wouldn't dare use any of them, though. :-)

tonybau


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Use and Misuse / Re: The Use of "Taken Care Of"
« on: April 25, 2020, 07:11:08 PM »
Many thanks, Joe.

I just read your essay and am glad that the phase "taken care of" is exactly what I have thought it to be.

That issue having been taken care of, it seems the virus issue still hasn't. In Baguio, we have new cases--the latest involving Covid19 frontliners, two of them doctors. WHO considers the increasing number of hospital personnel in the country succumbing to the disease, especially doctors, to be alarming. It seems the virus is here to stay for a while.

We will try our best to keep safe, thanks.

Best regards and be safe, as well.

Tonybau


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Use and Misuse / The Use of "Taken Care Of"
« on: April 25, 2020, 08:11:45 AM »
Hi, Joe,

Congratulations on this forum’s more than a decade of existence!

To say the least, I’ll have to say there’s a lot of learning for me and for others who are non-native English speakers. This enlightening forum has been at the “frontline” against the epidemic of English “Use and Misuse”.

After quite a while being away from the forum, I thought I might as well make use of this extended vacation to polish my English.

Phew! 23 pages of Use and Misuse topics and I didn’t find anything on the use of “taken care of” and the phrase’s proper usage. Honestly, I randomly read on topics that I thought might answer my question but may have missed out on those I didn’t (due to sheer laziness).

So, I took the easy way out--ask the expert, post this query and get answers.

I always thought “taken care of” was the correct form and not “taken cared of”, which I feel is wrong and awkward. But I may be wrong.

Which of these two is correct? The serious Covid19 cases were taken care of at the ICU, or, The serious Covid19 cases were taken cared of at the ICU.

Thank you for thoughts.

tonybau

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Your Thoughts Exactly / LOCKDOWN: BEFORE AND AFTER
« on: April 16, 2020, 11:39:57 AM »
Photos I posted on my FB page arose from the ongoing pandemic lockdown boredom that showed beautiful white coffee blooms being pollinated by busy bees flitting from bloom to bloom, followed a few days later by flowers wilting to give way to the baby coffee cherries. Then the bees were gone.

               IMAGE CREDIT: HALATREECOFFEE.COM/BLOG/KONASNOW


It dawned on me that this could very well represent our former and present status, on all levels, in myriad ways—government, health, businesses, personal lives—throughout the planet. Our formerly “busy” existence has slowed down, has been terrifying, is ending or has ended for thousands upon thousands.

While the virus continues to rage, people and their families have adapted, perhaps become closer, prayed more for those infected and deceased frontliners, are hoping even more for a vaccine that is long in coming. The new normal is seeing masks everywhere, social distancing, PPEs in hospitals and triage centers, closed businesses, even long hair. But, life goes on even if on a less intense scale.

The wilted flowers reminded me of the song, “Where Have All The Flowers Gone” sang and recorded by Marlene Dietrich, Joan Baez,  Peter, Paul and Mary among many, many others from different countries. This was an anti-war song and dwelt on soldiers dying, flowers laid on their graves, leaving behind their girl friends or wives. The plaint was on the futility of war, the song ending with “When will they ever learn?”.

Browned flowers fall off and baby coffee cherries sprout forth, depicting the promise of better things to come—a lot like life and our existence. Challenges always come. We are either bowed or die as a result, or grow and be strengthened, looking forward to a better tomorrow—if we ever learn from this event.

Life and coffee. Make it the best.

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"The Prayer", whether sung solo, as a duet or by a group remains as one of the most popular songs even today. In weddings, in churches, meetings, etc. However "gasgas" (Tagalog) it has become, one cannot avoid being moved by the song, which was first originally sung by Celine Dion and Andrea Bocelli.

Here's another great version with no less than our very own Lea Salonga with Josh Groban:

             IMAGE CREDIT: YOUTUBE.COM
WATCH THE ABS-CBN.COM VIDEO FOOTAGE OF THE CONCERT DUET NOW!

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Your Thoughts Exactly / Feedback: 2014 Christmas Special
« on: December 02, 2014, 04:39:22 PM »
Hi, Joe!

Thanks for re-posting those special Christmas articles, mine included. :-)

This month marks my retirement from government service. Perhaps it will be a good time to write more actively and post some articles that may cross my mind.

Merry Christmas, many more toasts and lots of gorging on goodies we allow ourselves only during the season!

Tony

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Lounge / A Wheelchair Dancer Lives Up Her Dream
« on: August 21, 2014, 11:46:49 PM »
A Wheelchair Dancer Lives Up Her Dream
By Tonybau

Lin Hsiu Hsia discovered her life and herself in dance. We called her Sophie. She joined us at a lunch stop on our way to Mt. Kinabalu in Borneo. She was of average height for an Asian, be-spectacled, ambled with her crutches, and beamed as she was introduced. She had just planed in from Taiwan.

The polio virus ravaged her when she was a year old, leaving a short leg and a lifetime limp. Depression marked her early years.  “Why me?”, she asked. She underwent leg lengthening surgery but this failed. She became resigned to her crutches. Later, she started using a wheelchair as an alternative.

Once she was exposed to a group of polio victims having fun in wheelchairs. It dawned on her that life was to be lived.  She now asked, “Why not?” and joined the fun. Her attitude towards life shifted from negative to positive as she discovered what she could do with her body even with the deformity. She fell in love with and was transformed by wheelchair dancing and went on to excel in it. She learned to scuba dive and sky dive. She became an inspirational speaker, as well.
MT. KINABALU STOCK PHOTO

She heard of the climb to Mt. Kinabalu, contacted Fat Yap Lam, then President of the Rotary Club of Bukit Bintang, Malaysia, 2012-2013, who spearheaded the project known as Mission 70: Bridging the Divide, a 3-year mentoring project for poor but deserving, and able-bodied Malaysian teens. A classroom in the sky was part of the climb. Sophie was denied several times. The climb was no ordinary climb. She pestered President Yap with emails until he relented. That may have been among the reasons she was beaming when she joined us. None of us had any idea why. I thought she was just happy she caught up with us.

A bus ride from the city of Kota Kinabalu by the sea brought us partly up the Chinese Widow, that formidable mountain of granite whose peak I had taken pictures of from the plane, for an overnight stay at a hotel. The next day was the first part of the climb. From Timpohon gate, the only phase downhill was the first part to Carson Falls about 100 meters away. The rest was uphill to the rest house, Laban Rata, 3,270 meters high and 4-5 hours trekking, depending on one’s condition. Sophie trailed the rest of the team, inching her way up the steep, rocky trail with local guides and new-found friends to assist her. When she entered the inn hours later, tired and hungry, we greeted her with a loud applause. A warm dinner awaited her.

I purposely joined her after supper to get to know her, maybe write a story. The wind howled outside, rain pelted the roof and the windows, the cold seeping in to our bones. It felt like we were in the eye of a storm, up on a mountain.  Singaporean climber, Koo Swee Chow, 2-time Mt. Everest veteran, patiently interpreted for me. I learned of her story. She became an inspiration and a friend.

This climb was a dream she had kept to herself. There was no lack of naysayers—friends, family, fellow wheelchair dancers—but she held on to it.

Early peak day morning was dry, sunny, windy—a stark contrast to the night before. A good omen. Headache and nausea, early signs of mountain sickness, kept breakfast away for many in the team. We started off in single file. Doubts of reaching the peak crept in. Sophie followed on her own when she could, only allowing the porters to help her when she struggled. “If she can do it, I can do it,” I told myself many times. We all struggled with the thinning air.

Periods of rest came more often as we went on. We used these times as photo opportunities up this magnificent mountain.

Ahead of me, several of the kids reached the peak, savoring the moment, preserving it with their phone cams or bulky cameras. I had my moment, too, both in mind and in photos, even as hypoglycemia or low blood sugar reminded me to reach for an energy gel, the only one I had.

Inch by inch, weary from the struggle, Sophie temporarily stopped to sign her name on a climb logbook that served as evidence that one had reached the peak. I grabbed the opportunity to document this achievement and went back up to shoot the moment. She reached the top, 4,095.2 meters above sea level, long after the rest had done so. The scorching sun and cold gusts of wind were relegated to the back burner. Pain, relief, happiness and victory melded into one as Ong Hok Siew, climb leader and 65 times Mt. Kinabalu climb veteran, embraced her, keeping true to his promise that he would see everyone, all 70 plus of us, who would reach the top.

This wheelchair dancer had lived her dream.

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Lounge / On Rachel Louise Carson, pathbreaking environmentalist
« on: May 28, 2014, 12:06:56 AM »
Rachel Louise Carson: An Environmentalist Against the Folly of Humans

May 27, 1907 was Rachel Louise Carson’s birthday. Google honored her today with a doodle. This would have been her 107th birthday. She died in April 14, 1964, a staunch advocate for environmental protection and preservation resulting in worldwide bans of DDT (dichlorodiphenyltrichloroethane)—the first among the synthetic pesticides that has been found to be carcinogenic. There are many more carcinogens. We learned in medical school that we now swim in a sea of carcinogens.

RACHEL CARSON, PATHBREAKING ENVIRONMENTALIST
IN OUR TIME (1907 - 1964)


When I opened Google this morning, I wondered who the doodle was for and then promptly went to the news. I failed to notice that the cartoon was that of a woman and when I logged in again, her name popped out. My brain was slow to recall that the name sounded familiar. I looked at the doodle more closely now and saw the various sea creatures and birds which were part of her domain. I repeated the name again and again until I came to realize that she was the author of Silent Spring which I had read decades ago. The doodle honored an eminent scientist.

That book was an eye opener for me and for many environmentalists. A scientist and an ecologist, she warned that our ecosystem was a fragile one and the indiscriminate use of synthetic chemicals in agriculture, such as pesticides, post-World War II, would have dire consequences in the long term.

As a young medical student, I learned that environmental degradation caused primarily by humans and our wanton misuse of chemicals would eventually affect the ones who were at the top of the food chain—us—because we are a dominant part of the ecosystem where every living thing and the environment where they find themselves in, are intertwined very closely with each other. Of course, Big Pharma went up in protest of her warnings but she stood steadfast in her resolve, to much admiration.

How valid were her concerns?

Today, as a practicing pathologist, almost daily, I sign out cases of cancer from the very young to the very old. But then, I remind myself, that the Cordillera region and other regions as well, use pesticides in practically all farmed areas, save for those who claim to be organic producers whose numbers are not enough to make a significant dent. These range from lung, breast, colo-rectal, prostate, stomach, cervix, uterus, ovaries, etc.

Pollution from various sources, especially smoking and air pollution from vehicles/factories , are among the culprits for the rising incidence of lung cancer in the country. A recent allegedly WHO report cited Baguio City as the most polluted city in the country (denied by WHO country office, according to Mayor Domogan). One does not need to be a smoker to increase risk for lung cancer. Second hand smoke, even third hand smoke, can cause cancer not only in the lungs but other organs, as well. We lost a former city health officer to lung cancer. She never smoked in her life but she was exposed to second hand smoke at home.

An increased public awareness and concern about any lumps of masses discovered in the body that are removed to rule out cancer also contributes to the rising incidence since the tumors are diagnosed earlier. Cancer is a killer and this is a matter of grave concern (no pun intended).

How exposed are we, really?

Everywhere we go, we see farmlands dotted with banners or signboards advertising the fungicide or pesticide used on beautiful, green rice fields. The government has allowed the sale of such chemicals, many of which are banned in other countries that recognize the dangers from their use. Where pest resistance has increased, the danger of crops being wiped out looms large. Farmers don’t want to lose their crops and add a menagerie of pesticides for control. They, too, get over-exposed to the chemicals and get a double whammy—from pesticide spraying, inhaling the chemicals, or contact with the chemicals through the skin. When they eat the rice or produce that they have grown, they get an extra dose from those taken in by the plants and stored in the grain.

At Mt. Kabuyao is located a large catch basin that helps supply needed water during the dry months. This sits below farmed land that liberally uses pesticides and insectides for more bountiful crops. Chicken dung is used everywhere as fertilizer. Guess where the water run off goes when the rains come pouring down? Guess what goes off with the rainwater? Given this scenario, it is not too difficult to imagine or understand that chemicals will find their way into the water supply and into our bodies as we partake of the vegetables grown up there. We should be concerned, shouldn’t we? I suggest a scientific study be made on levels of pesticides in vegetables, the water supply, the local population and correlate this with the rising incidence of various cancers.

Do you ever wonder why it is we are getting lesser and lesser from our rivers and streams that used to harbor dalag (mudfish), hito (catfish) or gurami and other aquatic animals? Do you ever wonder what happened to all those frogs croaking in concert during the rainy season with rice fields serving as nurseries for the hatched tadpoles? As a kid, we used to just dip our hands in the rice field water and easily come up with many tadpoles to play with or keep for a while and watch them as they grew till they started hopping about and gradually lost their tails. We found tadpoles and dalags scurrying away to hide in submerged cans in formerly clean streams that traversed our neighborhood that now are eyesores, testament to the pollution that so-called progress and development and human encroachment has brought along with them. Do you ever wonder if the food you are eating is laced with pesticides and insecticides? All you have to do is turn to the net and try any search engine to look for pesticides and the like.

We dream of a better and safer world but we have become complacent or apathetic creatures partly because we leave everything to the government, hoping they will find solutions that will ensure our safety and health. Another folly, of course, as even government agencies are the reason for the proliferation of various weed killers, pesticides and insecticides that are used in farming.  Today, our country also grows genetically modified plants, including rice. Only a few have risen up against GMOs and found themselves in the front pages of some dailies, some trampling the test beds used by the Department of Agriculture which claims that they are safe to grow and consume.

We are in a denial state and have been for many years. Furthermore, we haven’t exerted due diligence to educate ourselves. We want to have food that is safe to serve to our families. How safe do you think they are? On a scale of 0-10, ten being the safest, what level is “safe” for us? Do we know if what we are eating is genetically modified? For government agencies that claim these foods are safe, how did they come to this conclusion? Was it upon recommendation by the manufacturer or producer, since the government agencies do not have the capability to conduct proper scientific tests or perform them on a regular, sustained basis to monitor long-term effects?

We are the only creatures that have been given the ability to create change for the better, or chaos, which is a more common observation. This folly and all the follies that come after that, will surely do us in, in time. Pretty soon, we will realize that disaster could have been averted if we only took action much, much earlier. By then, the realization would have come too late.

Rachel Louise Carson must be looking down on us, shaking her head at man’s folly.

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Lounge / Cheers!
« on: December 25, 2013, 08:16:56 PM »
Hi, Joe!

T’is the season to be jolly…

How time flies! Before we know it, it will be Christmas 2014.

I dropped by the forum to see that all is well with you and the members and to wish everyone the happiest Christmas ever! Together with this is the wish that we all shall be blessed with good health and abundance in all aspects of our lives.

Cheers!

Tonybau


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Lounge / Re: Beautiful, beautiful…
« on: February 28, 2013, 11:07:42 PM »
Oh, yes!

We only have to be aware of what's going on around us, with child-like awe and wonderment.

Loved the pics!

tonybau

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Lounge / Re: All That Matters
« on: February 28, 2013, 10:44:56 PM »
Thanks, Joe!

tonybau

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