BATU, Indonesia. Photo by Jes Aznar

Thursday, April 30, 2009


Kapag ang anak ay nababalot ng sakit,
at ang dating sigla ay nawala,

Kapag halos hindi na siya makahinga
dahil ang baga ay puno ng plema,

Kapag wala ng gana kumain
at ang iniinom na gatas ay isinusuka,

Kapag ang mga mata ay mugto at mabigat
at ang katawan ay inaapoy ng lagnat,

Kapag sa magdamag ay hindi siya makatulog
at ang tanging daing ay mama, mama,

Paano ba maging ina?

Tuesday, April 28, 2009


By Edita T. Bugos, OCDS
Message: Commemoration of the 2nd anniversary of the abduction of Jonas

The last two years has been like an eternity of uncertainty. We were able to proceed only because in these two years of affliction, the family has been blessed with relatives, friends and unnamed supporters especially artists and those in media who have provided all kinds of assistance. We have commended them in a special way to Him who will thank them. In my dialect “Ang Diyos ang mabalos.” (God will thank them.)

Jonas was taken by armed men and a woman last April 28, 2007 at the Hapag Kainan Restaurant, Ever Gotesco Mall in Quezon City at broad daylight in the view of hundreds of mall goers. Since then we have been praying, appealing, filing cases, searching, yet nothing is known of Jonas’ fate. What is certain is that the perpetrators used a car with car plate TAB 194 which at the time of abduction was in the custody of the 56th Infantry Batallion. And what is more certain is that the state actors have all participated in the cover up so that I would not find out what truly happened.

Jonas remains to be missing, two years after. We, the family and friends of Jonas have not given up. We have been constant and consistent in our efforts to locate him. We shall not forget. Though the forces of evil, now present in the very institutions that are vowed to protect the people, shroud the truth about what befell Jonas, we believe that in His time and our perfect time, the truth will be known and justice will be served.

Jonas like the palay (rice grain) remains to be the symbol of the most basic aspiration of the true-blooded Filipino, to be able to serve one’s country . . . and to a farmer, like Jonas, service would be to produce food for the ordinary Filipino. . . and more than just to produce food, when it was asked of him, to be planted so that he would grow to produce more grains to feed more and to serve more. Did Jesus not say “Unless the grain falls to the ground and dies he cannot live again’?

Jonas continues to live in our hearts. The Burgos family is one with Jonas in his aspirations to serve the Philippines. At this time, this is spelled out as fighting against human rights violations, which also means opposing the perpetrators of disappearances and extra judicial killings.

In his lifetime. Jose Burgos Jr., Jonas’ father, gave everything to fight for press freedom and the freedom of each one to express what he believes in. After his death, Jonas, his son, is deprived of the very same freedom Joe successfully obtained with so many others when democracy was restored to the Philippines after the dictatorship.

We have stated again and again… we shall not be cowed into silence, nor terrorized into paralysis. Though we be ‘ambassadors in chains’, we shall be given the courage and the words to speak the truth.

We now ask all who read and hear this message to pray for those who participated in the abduction, the detention, the torture, and all that Jonas suffered in their hands. Please pray that they the perpetrators would be touched by the Spirit and come out to clean their hands of the blood it is stained with. Our Lord is the God of mercy. If they seek forgiveness they will be forgiven and they shall obtain peace in their hearts. They must come out and say where we can find Jonas.

Saturday, April 25, 2009

tagging along with her mama

The little miss tagged along with me during the two-hour photo shoot (see previous entry). I wasn't supposed to bring her but she was crying when I was on my way out. She enjoyed it at first then got bored and hungry later on. She made airplanes out of small sheets containing gig scheds of the resto-bar.

Oh it's always happiness to bring her along.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

here comes the Sun

The little miss never ceases to amaze me. Her day care teacher said she is the youngest in her summer art class group but the most independent. Wow! Is this really my little girl? She insists on doing things by herself and in her own way, the teacher said.

And unlike some of her classmates, the little miss is not a cry baby. She doesn't go looking for her guardian. She just wants to be in school and with her classmates.

"She's also very focused and attentive," the teacher said.

Wow. Here comes my little Sun, gearing up for the great big world.

Monday, April 20, 2009

teachers' class

I am sitting in the middle of class, surrounded by teachers of all ages, schools and subjects. I am intimidated from head to foot. Suddenly, I am in a world so different from mine, treading a totally unfamiliar territory. Throw me into a room filled with newsmen and I'd feel right at home.

But here I am -- one of only two students who are not teachers in this class of rougly 30 educators.

Armed with nothing but guts, I am taking three education subjects this summer as electives to complete my MA. More than a week into my summer classes, I find myself enjoying the elective. Wow. I have never seen such a passionate bunch of people. I am honored to be in the same class with them.

I don't know if I'll ever teach again in the future but I'd love to. I enjoyed it the first time. With the proper training, I know I can do better. I hope so.

I'm keeping my fingers crossed.

Thursday, April 2, 2009


Death, they say comes like a thief in the night. I cried today because a good person died. She leaves behind a loving husband and three children.

At the end of the day, when death calls you, you just have to go.