Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Anti-con ass Songs

Since I can't get myself doing my thesis, might as well devote my time to something useful... :D

Cha!
Original: Legs by Hagibis

Cha! Cha!

Impyerno ay nagliliyab
Pag kayo ay nagsesesyon
Sa tuwing magsasalita
Ang ating mga kongresista

Wag n'yo naman kaming lokohin
Wag n'yo naman kaming gaguhin
Ginagalit n'yo ako't pinanggigigil
Ginagalit n'yo ako't pinanggigigil
Ginagalit n'yo ako, ginagalit n'yo ako!

KORO:
Chachacha n'yo ay panloloko
Chachacha n'yo ay pangungurakot
Chachacha, kayo ay mga tuta
Ni Gloria
(Ulitin)

Sa tuwing ipapasa
House Resolution 1103
Taumbayan mag-aalsa
Pag ito'y ipinilit pa

(Ulitin ang ikalawang talata at koro)

Nograles, siya ay maka-con-ass
Villafuerte, siya ay maka-con-ass
Abante, siya ay maka-con-ass
, siya ay maka-con-ass

Con-ass na panloloko
Con-ass, daan patungong
Con-ass, pang term extension
Con-ass, ni Gloria Arroyo
(Ulitin)

(Ulitin ang con-ass... este ang Koro)

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Kawatan
Original: Katawan by Hagibis

Lingon agad pag may pulitikong dumaan
Lalo na pag may kasamang bodyguard
At sila'y nakakalokong tingnan

Kaming lahat naghihirap ng lubusan
Wala kaming sariling mga tirahan
Hindi pa rin nakatikim ng ginhawa

KORO:
Mahilig kayo sa kurakutan
Mga kickback inyong nakikita
Lalo na ang mga pork barrel n'yo

Lumalabas ang inyong pagkademonyo
Pag mayroong mga kontratang malalaki
Lalo na pag ang may-ari ay foreigner

(Ulitin ang ikalawang talata at koro)

Kawatan, kawatan, kawatan, kawatan, oh kawatan!(2x)
Kawatan, kawatan, bitayin ang inyong (8x)

(Ulitin ang koro)

Kawatan, kawatan, kawatan, kawatan, oh kawatan!(5x)
Kawatan, kawatan, bitayin ang inyong (ulitin hanggang mamatay silang lahat)


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Lutong Gloria
Original: Lutong Bahay by Parokya ni Edgar

Okey talaga ang luto ng inyong ina
Kami'y naduduwal sa cooking ng ina n'yo
Human rights violation
NBN-ZTE Deal

Di kami aatras, kasi ubod ng sama
Ng cooking ng ina n'yo
Cooking ng ina n'yo

Laging mahusay ang kickback n'yo sa bahay
Na dulot ng inyong itay (Mike: I love you mikey!)
Kinilaw na halalan sa tanghali
Meryenda n'yo sinigang na con-ass

Kakaibang mga sangkap, kaya ubod ng sama
Putahe ng ina n'yo, putahe ng ina n'yo

Lagi akong dadayo
Upang makirally sa inyo
Ako'y magse-self quarantine
Basta't wag makatikim ng cooking ng ina mo

Cooking ng ina mo, ang sama ng cooking
Cooking ng ina mo
Napakasama ng cooking
Cooking ng ina n'yo

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Con Ass
Original: Combined Chikinini by Parokya ni Edgar and Banal na Aso by Yano

May isang babae na mahilig sa con-ass
Napapagbalitaang isang mandurugas
Bababa sana sa 2010, kaso baka maudlot pa
Kasi pwede namang, tumakbo siyang kongresista

KORO:
Banal na gloria, santong arroyo
Naduduwal ako...
Banal na gloria, santong arroyo
Naduduwal ako... sa yo!

May kongresista na isang lalaki
Hiningan ng pabor ng isang babae
Pasensya na baka ako'y maagawan
"Sumunod ka na lang" sabi ng babae
"Talagang di ba pwede?"
Tinanggal sa pwesto ang lalaki!

(Ulitin ang koro)

chacha conass, chacha, conass
putang inang con ass

Anuman ang inyong ginagawa sa inyong kaalyado
siya ring ginagawa mo sa amin
Anuman ang inyong ginagawang panloloko sa amin
Ciento porciento bistado sa amin

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

No to Con-Ass!

Yesterday was SSD Day... Haaaay... I miss the days I go to school regularly...

Our professor was supposed to check our SSD Docu, the one I finalized, but she said I don't need to. Afterwhich, I was going to meet my groupmate somewhere but heavy rains keep me stalled. I just strolled through our main campus and stumbled through with this:


This is a signature campaign to stop constituent assembly (con-ass). According to Kuya Ryan, they are targeting 1 million signatures before July 27(?)... not sure with the date, but it's the President's State of the Nation Address. And before ate Jessie tell me, I already grabbed my pen and signed it right away.

Stop Con-Ass!

Friday, June 5, 2009

Two Songs on a Rainy Day... Bwahahahahahaaaa... achoo!

Miyerkules ng hapon, naisipan kong mag-ensayo ng keyboard. Habang nasa kasagsagan ako ng pag-eensayo, dumilim ang paligid, at bumuhos ang napakalakas na ulan... Epekto ng global financial crisis... este global climate change pala...

Seriously... gusto ko talaga gumawa ng kanta ng araw na iyon... Hindi pa umuulan ng ma-conceptualize ko ang Chandes, isang awiting masasabi kong pang-umaga. Ang "Chandes" ay isang tapsilugan na matatagpuan sa kanto ng Alvares, malapit sa Bambang. Naisip ko na gawin itong mala-"Morning Dance" ng Spyro Gyra, ayon na rin sa konsepto na gusto kong ipahiwatig. Kasi nga naman, ang tapsilog kinakain kadalasan kapag umaga.

Ikalawa naman ang "Falling In Love With Raindrops." Nako-conceptualize ko na siya noong minsang umuwi ako at nagpapakabasa sa ulan. Haha... Eh biglang umulan habang ginagawa ko ang Chandes. Tinapos ko ang Chandes, at sinimulan na ang "Falling..." Ito ang ikalawa kong komposisyon na may kinalaman sa kalikasan, una na dito ang "Falling Leaves." Ang awiting "Falling In Love With Raindrops" ay pinaghalong lovesong at pangkalikasang awitin. Hahaha...

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P.S.

Tsaka ko na lang iku-kwento kung bakit naman "Chandes" ang naisip kong ipangalan sa kantang iyon... Haha...

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Interview 1

Musta naman... matagal na rin ako hindi nakakapag-Internet... Haaaayyy...

Eto ang ginagawa ko 'pag nabo-bored ako... Ini-interview ang sarili ko.


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Ano ba talaga ang gusto mong gawin sa buhay mo?
- Gusto ko maging isang magaling na musikero. Yun lang.

Eh ano ang ginagawa mo ngayon?
- Nag-aaral, bilang isang programmer at IT specialist

Bakit iba ang ginagawa mo sa gusto mong gawin?
- Hahahahaaaa... achoo! Eh sa yun ang dapat mangyari eh. Kumbaga may nasimulan ka na... actually 4 years na ako sa propesyon ko bilang isang estudyante ng IT. Kailangan lang tapusin, mas maganda daw ang tapos... at least hindi ako babagsak sa pagko-call center since graduate ako ng IT.

Eh paano na ang pangarap mong pagiging musikero?
- Gusto kong maging musikero pero maraming hadlang.

Tulad ng?
- Numero uno na itong pag-aaral na ito. Tapos may napakasupportive kang magulang... basta hindi related sa music suportado niya. Ayos!

Musta naman ang pagiging propesyonal na estudyante mo?
- Eto, pilit minomotivate ang sarili para matapos na ang lahat ng ito. Haaaay... minsan nga gusto ko na lang maglaho parang bula, pero hindi maaari; haharap at haharap ka pa rin sa problema

Hindi ka motivated?
- Sabihin na nating oo... may mga oras na motivated ako, meron ding hindi... pero pag namo-motivate ako, dahil iyon sa namomotivate din ako musically...

Pa'no nangyari iyon?
- Kunwari may choir practice... mga ganun... kumbaga, pagco-choir na lang ang nagiging outlet ng music ko eh...

Pagcho-choir na lang... what does it mean?
I want to be in a jazz fusion band... and choral singing is quite far from a jazz fusion band.

Di ba kailangang marami ka ng alam sa music bago ka tumugtog ng mga jazz?
- OO naman. Kaya pinag-iisipan ko na rin ang pagpasok sa conservatory. Kung hindi pumasa, papatusin ko na ang ibang mga offerings sa music, basta makakatulong. Kasi nababasa ko na ang mga kilala't tinitingala kong mga jazz fusion artists, pumasok sa conservatory, o di kaya'y may matinding background sa musika.

Eh mahal ang pagpasok sa mga conservatory, kahit sa mga short courses...
- Kaya nga gusto ko ng high-paying job na kokonti lang ang ginagawa... at least yung spare time ko mailalaan ko sa pag-aaral ng musika. At hindi ako magkakaroon ng ganitong klaseng trabaho kung hindi ako tapos ng aral... Haaaaayyy buhay...

Eh kung pumalpak ka na naman ngayon?
- Tutuparin ko ang pangarap kong maging musikero, at walang makakahadlang sa akin. Pero alam ko na pag hindi ako nagtapos, siguradong mas mahirap na daan ang tatahakin ko dahil hindi ako makakahanap ng trabahong gusto ko.

Ano na ang balak mo ngayon?
- Haaaaay... Wala ako'ng masyadong options, at pinakamagandang option na ang pagtatapos ng aral nitong IT. Tungkol sa pagiging "supportive" ng magulang ko, well, makikipag-jam pa rin ako sa mga kabanda ko, mag-eensayo pa rin ako sa choir... pero as of this moment, top priority muna ang aral. Haaaay...

Final message:
- Salamat sa interview na ito... kahit papaano na-motivate ako na mag-aral ng IT.

10 May 2009 0009
Muntinlupa City, Philippines

Monday, March 23, 2009

Padre Millon's Class... Today

There is a chapter in El Filibusterismo, entitled, “Ang Klase ng Pisika” The protagonist is the student Placido Penitente (as his name implies, he’s good-natured and apologetic) and their physics teacher was Padre Millon, who teaches physics like philosophy. In this particular chapter, Rizal is confronting the manner the Spaniards are educating the Filipinos. Aside from Padre Millon’s “teaching technique,” the laboratory and apparatus are for display only, even the blackboard is not used. How can someone properly learn physics without using any scientific instrument at all?

And for nearly two centuries after Rizal wrote Noli Me Tangere, some, if not all, teachers are still teaching the Padre Millon way. The education system still has many problems, and the government didn’t care much about the importance of education. What a way to pay tribute to Jose Rizal!

There’s still a huge need for modern classrooms, textbooks if not enough for students are full of errors. And it’s not all about the physical part of it. Students need competent and dedicated teachers. The curriculum should always be up to date and should satisfy the student’s needs. Your author is a victim himself of incompetent and indifferent teachers. It is as if they just teach for salary. I remember one professor who teaches programming with wrong syntax. The students in our college are like guinea pigs ready for some laboratory testing because of yearly change in curriculum. I believe the same thing happens in other colleges and universities.

Are our classrooms ready for natural calamities? In case the classrooms are used as evacuation centers, how can the school administration ensure that there will be no class interruptions? How about textbooks, is the information accurate and appropriate? Are there enough books for every student?

Are masterals and doctorals enough to evaluate the teachers’ or professors’ competency? How can we determine their dedication in teaching? Can the teacher adapt to the student he/she has? Is the curriculum appropriate for the times?

On the other hand, we shouldn’t forget the teachers, some government officials and the private sector as well that does their part to uplift the situation of our education. TV programs had shown stories of teachers who crossed rivers and walk kilometers of rough roads just to go to school and still didn’t have enough salary for their families. We have our fair share of corrupt government officials but there are some who perform their duty well. And the private sector that donates textbooks, school supplies, and even classrooms, we should thank them even if some of them do this just for publicity.


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Pag wala akong magawa eto ang nangyayari... hahahahah!

Thursday, March 12, 2009

I'm in a Mood for Jazz

A week after I attended the Jazz Workshop with the Logic Band in Ateneo, I still have hangover on it.

The best lesson I learned during the workshop is to consider the type of audience when you play your adlibs. You have to make your adlib simpler and not too much technical when you have non jazz listeners, but if you have musicians as audience, it's good to have some technicality.

And because of that, I also sort of studying these musical modes... The dorian, phrygmian, ionian (by the way, it's just the Major scale... I was dumbfounded when I found it out...). Aside from studying these, I'm also in the process of reviewing notereading (since i don't read notes that much) and practice piano more often.

I also finished two songs, the Bernice Co tribute "10", and the nationalistic "Isang Awit." I initiated composing two jazzy songs, "Jazz 1" and "Jazz 2" (because I can't find a suitable title for them at the meanwhile.)

Monday, February 16, 2009

14 February 2009

I think I have the most memorable Valentines of my life. Before this year's Valentines, my only memorable Valentine's day was way back in high school, where I was set up to a blind date to an acquaintance in another section.

I was not set up to a date, nor initiated it whatsoever. I just watched a volleyball game. What's so special about it? UST, my favorite volleyball team won the game, and it set a happy mood to the players after the game. I borrowed a digicam from a friend and had my composition notebook ready for autographs.

UST won against Adamson, 3 sets to 1. MVP Contender Aiza Maizo sizzled for 30 point and she drew ample support from Bernice Co, Rhea Dimaculangan, Maika Ortiz, and Judy Caballejo to put Adamson's Angela Benting's 33 points to naught.

After the game, I went outside the Arena, waiting for the girls to come out. Then there they came. First, it was Aiza Maizo. I already took a picture of her after the game. I just requested her to sign my notebook.

Denise Tan was next... and the people (including me) mobbed her... Definitely because she has the most supporters amongst the UST Women's Volleyball team. In fact, it is because of her why I took interest in volleyball again. I only took a picture of hers since I was too shaky and nervous... And because of that, I didn't notice that her chinita eyes were closed in the picture. She didn't play though, but still very popular...

Then Rhea Dimaculangan came. She's not telegenic, but she's a lot more beautiful in person. And she's a great setter, great enough to snatch Denise Tan's minutes. And I discovered that she's pasmado... My notebook and sign pen were wet, hell I care!

And finally, Bernice Co. She's so beautiful, with or without makeup. And I made sure that I get a photograph with her signature nail polish... I forgot to tell you that she's beautiful. And she signed my notebook... YAY!

Right after I got her signature, I immediately went to Santolan to go home. I wanted to ride a bus but there's none! After a few moments, Bernice with her friends were on the same side of the road with me. Finally a bus came but it's already full. I took the Robinson jeepney, and hey, Bernice's group also rode the same jeepney. I was just too timid and shy... There was a rose vendor but I didn't took the chance...

But anyway, it's a happy day. Well, I still rank my high school blind date as my most memorable Valentine's day, but this year is a good second :D

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Ang Karanasan Ko Sa Biyahe Ngayon

Minsan talaga pag bumibiyahe ako, nabu-bwisit ako sa mga katabi ko...

Tulad na lang ng nakatabi ko kanina, super taba. Tapos siksikan, syempre hindi naman ako makareklamo kasi nga nasa public utility vehicle ako... At ang siste, hindi lang siya ang mataba.

Pagsapit sa Alabang ng bus, marami ang nagsibabaan, pati yung ibang matatabang kahilera namin sa animan. Pero tulog na tulog ang kumag kong katabi. Kinakalabit ko kaso balat kalabaw. Sinasabihan ko pero yung patugtog niya malakas pa sa boses ko. Alanghiya, eh di nagtatatalon ako habang nakaupo. Ayun nakaramdam at umusog naman... hahahaha!

Dapat itong mga matatabang ito nagje-jeta... Maging considerate naman sila sa kapwa pasahero. O kung ayaw nilang magbawas ng timbang, mag-taxi na lang sila... Iyan ay kung kasya sila sa taxi... hahahaha! Sama ng ugali...

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Second Language

Na-eenganyo ako mag-aral ng ibang lenguahe bukod sa English... Ilan sa mga naiisipan ko ay wikang Aleman, Español, at Nihongo. Pero yung nanay ko (sa ika-ilang ulit) pinipilit na naman akong iba ang aralin; gusto niya Mandarin... haaayy...

Sa ngayon ang gusto kong unahing aralin ay ang wikang Español. Ngayon, naghahanap ako ng mga babasahin sa Internet tungkol sa pagbasa at pagsulat sa wikang Español. Sana maging matagumpay ito.

Susubukan kong gumawa ng review sa mga sites na maganda at madali tayong matututo ng wikang Español. Adios A La Patria! :D

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Passion

"Wala kasi kayong passion."
"Dapat, meron kayong passion."
"Passion ang number one na meron kayo dito sa IT industry."

By this words, you know who said this. I mean, who’s the CCMIT professor who always say these things.

Passion is one thing that one must have in order for one person to achieve his goals, however hard it is, whatever road you will take. He’s right, except for one thing. I don’t think I would have the same passion and zeal he has to survive the IT industry for my entire life. This is something I never intended to do for the rest of my life. But why still I continue my studies?

"Bakit ba kayo nag-IT? Para kumita ng pera?"

And my answer, definitely yes!

"Bakit hindi na lang kayo nag-nursing?"

I don’t think I will learn to have passion to care for people I don’t know. No, it’s not that way… Number one, most of my friends are nurses. Number two, I don’t want to stay for 16 hours in a hospital. And number three, patients would not like my service because they expect a handsome guy (or a pretty girl) to attend to them. I should know because that is the ONLY thing I like when I am confined.

Maybe you’re asking yourselves right now: where is my passion?

Music.

Music is what am I doing since I was a kid. Music is what I want to do everyday. Music keeps me going inspite of many hindrances, inspite of many heartbreaks and failures I’ve encountered. Music is where I can give my 110 percent. And music is what I will do as long as I live.

Now, I am going to continue my IT studies for the sake of money, for the sake of living. And when the right time comes, I am going to give my all for music.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Barack Obama's Inaugural Speech

After watching it late last night (or I should say in the wee hours of the morning), here's US President Barack Obama's Inaugural Speech... I'll post my comments on a separate post :D


My fellow citizens: I stand here today humbled by the task before us, grateful for the trust you have bestowed, mindful of the sacrifices borne by our ancestors.

I thank President Bush for his service to our nation as well as the generosity and cooperation he has shown throughout this transition.

Forty-four Americans have now taken the presidential oath.

The words have been spoken during rising tides of prosperity and the still waters of peace. Yet, every so often the oath is taken amidst gathering clouds and raging storms. At these moments, America has carried on not simply because of the skill or vision of those in high office, but because We the People have remained faithful to the ideals of our forbearers, and true to our founding documents.

So it has been. So it must be with this generation of Americans.

That we are in the midst of crisis is now well understood. Our nation is at war against a far-reaching network of violence and hatred. Our economy is badly weakened, a consequence of greed and irresponsibility on the part of some but also our collective failure to make hard choices and prepare the nation for a new age.

Homes have been lost, jobs shed, businesses shuttered. Our health care is too costly, our schools fail too many, and each day brings further evidence that the ways we use energy strengthen our adversaries and threaten our planet.

These are the indicators of crisis, subject to data and statistics. Less measurable, but no less profound, is a sapping of confidence across our land; a nagging fear that America's decline is inevitable, that the next generation must lower its sights.

Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real, they are serious and they are many. They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this America: They will be met.

On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord.

On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn-out dogmas that for far too long have strangled our politics.

We remain a young nation, but in the words of Scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things. The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free, and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.

In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given. It must be earned. Our journey has never been one of shortcuts or settling for less.

It has not been the path for the faint-hearted, for those who prefer leisure over work, or seek only the pleasures of riches and fame.

Rather, it has been the risk-takers, the doers, the makers of things -- some celebrated, but more often men and women obscure in their labor -- who have carried us up the long, rugged path towards prosperity and freedom.

For us, they packed up their few worldly possessions and traveled across oceans in search of a new life. For us, they toiled in sweatshops and settled the West, endured the lash of the whip and plowed the hard earth.

For us, they fought and died in places Concord and Gettysburg; Normandy and Khe Sahn.

Time and again these men and women struggled and sacrificed and worked till their hands were raw so that we might live a better life. They saw America as bigger than the sum of our individual ambitions; greater than all the differences of birth or wealth or faction.

This is the journey we continue today. We remain the most prosperous, powerful nation on Earth. Our workers are no less productive than when this crisis began. Our minds are no less inventive, our goods and services no less needed than they were last week or last month or last year. Our capacity remains undiminished. But our time of standing pat, of protecting narrow interests and putting off unpleasant decisions -- that time has surely passed.

Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America.

For everywhere we look, there is work to be done.

The state of our economy calls for action: bold and swift. And we will act not only to create new jobs but to lay a new foundation for growth.

We will build the roads and bridges, the electric grids and digital lines that feed our commerce and bind us together.

We will restore science to its rightful place and wield technology's wonders to raise health care's quality and lower its costs.

We will harness the sun and the winds and the soil to fuel our cars and run our factories. And we will transform our schools and colleges and universities to meet the demands of a new age.

All this we can do. All this we will do.

Now, there are some who question the scale of our ambitions, who suggest that our system cannot tolerate too many big plans. Their memories are short, for they have forgotten what this country has already done, what free men and women can achieve when imagination is joined to common purpose and necessity to courage.

What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them, that the stale political arguments that have consumed us for so long, no longer apply.

The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works, whether it helps families find jobs at a decent wage, care they can afford, a retirement that is dignified.

Where the answer is yes, we intend to move forward. Where the answer is no, programs will end.

And those of us who manage the public's knowledge will be held to account, to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day, because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government.

Nor is the question before us whether the market is a force for good or ill. Its power to generate wealth and expand freedom is unmatched.

But this crisis has reminded us that without a watchful eye, the market can spin out of control. The nation cannot prosper long when it favors only the prosperous.

The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our gross domestic product, but on the reach of our prosperity; on the ability to extend opportunity to every willing heart -- not out of charity, but because it is the surest route to our common good.

As for our common defense, we reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals.

Our founding fathers faced with perils that we can scarcely imagine, drafted a charter to assure the rule of law and the rights of man, a charter expanded by the blood of generations.

Those ideals still light the world, and we will not give them up for expedience's sake.

And so, to all other peoples and governments who are watching today, from the grandest capitals to the small village where my father was born: know that America is a friend of each nation and every man, woman and child who seeks a future of peace and dignity, and we are ready to lead once more.

Recall that earlier generations faced down fascism and communism not just with missiles and tanks, but with the sturdy alliances and enduring convictions.

They understood that our power alone cannot protect us, nor does it entitle us to do as we please. Instead, they knew that our power grows through its prudent use. Our security emanates from the justness of our cause; the force of our example; the tempering qualities of humility and restraint.

We are the keepers of this legacy, guided by these principles once more, we can meet those new threats that demand even greater effort, even greater cooperation and understanding between nations. We'll begin to responsibly leave Iraq to its people and forge a hard- earned peace in Afghanistan.

With old friends and former foes, we'll work tirelessly to lessen the nuclear threat and roll back the specter of a warming planet.

We will not apologize for our way of life nor will we waver in its defense.

And for those who seek to advance their aims by inducing terror and slaughtering innocents, we say to you now that, "Our spirit is stronger and cannot be broken. You cannot outlast us, and we will defeat you."

For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness.

We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus, and nonbelievers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth.

And because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself; and that America must play its role in ushering in a new era of peace.

To the Muslim world, we seek a new way forward, based on mutual interest and mutual respect.

To those leaders around the globe who seek to sow conflict or blame their society's ills on the West, know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy.

To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history, but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist.

To the people of poor nations, we pledge to work alongside you to make your farms flourish and let clean waters flow; to nourish starved bodies and feed hungry minds.

And to those nations like ours that enjoy relative plenty, we say we can no longer afford indifference to the suffering outside our borders, nor can we consume the world's resources without regard to effect. For the world has changed, and we must change with it.

As we consider the road that unfolds before us, we remember with humble gratitude those brave Americans who, at this very hour, patrol far-off deserts and distant mountains. They have something to tell us, just as the fallen heroes who lie in Arlington whisper through the ages.

We honor them not only because they are guardians of our liberty, but because they embody the spirit of service: a willingness to find meaning in something greater than themselves.

And yet, at this moment, a moment that will define a generation, it is precisely this spirit that must inhabit us all.

For as much as government can do and must do, it is ultimately the faith and determination of the American people upon which this nation relies.

It is the kindness to take in a stranger when the levees break; the selflessness of workers who would rather cut their hours than see a friend lose their job which sees us through our darkest hours.

It is the firefighter's courage to storm a stairway filled with smoke, but also a parent's willingness to nurture a child, that finally decides our fate.

Our challenges may be new, the instruments with which we meet them may be new, but those values upon which our success depends, honesty and hard work, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism -- these things are old.

These things are true. They have been the quiet force of progress throughout our history.

What is demanded then is a return to these truths. What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility -- a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation and the world, duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character than giving our all to a difficult task.

This is the price and the promise of citizenship.

This is the source of our confidence: the knowledge that God calls on us to shape an uncertain destiny.

This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed, why men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent mall. And why a man whose father less than 60 years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath.

So let us mark this day in remembrance of who we are and how far we have traveled.

In the year of America's birth, in the coldest of months, a small band of patriots huddled by nine campfires on the shores of an icy river.

The capital was abandoned. The enemy was advancing. The snow was stained with blood.

At a moment when the outcome of our revolution was most in doubt, the father of our nation ordered these words be read to the people:

"Let it be told to the future world that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive, that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet it."

America, in the face of our common dangers, in this winter of our hardship, let us remember these timeless words; with hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents, and endure what storms may come; let it be said by our children's children that when we were tested we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God's grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations.

Thank you. God bless you.

And God bless the United States of America.