| on current events (environment, halalan 2010, and the RH Bill) |
[ Thursday
November 5th, 2009
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I was recently called a “blogger-student activist.” I’m a blogger (five years now!) and a student, but I’m not sure about the activist part. I don’t really like that word because it connotes being anti-government, anti-Gloria, anti-everything. I’m not. I’m pro-change.
I’m pro-implementation and enforcement.
Props to Loren Legarda for authoring the Climate Change Act of 2009. It says that we should allocate somethingtrillion pesos to purchase pump boats, create a Climate Change Commission, reduce carbon emissions, increase forest cover, etc. Sounds nice, but I say we don’t need another environmental law. There is a compendium of existing environmental laws “languishing in the death bead of non-compliance” (Oposa, Antonio 2007). Not even 1% of that is being implemented. If we just enforced the existing ones, we wouldn’t need any more. Seriously. Let me give you two basic examples: 1) Rainwater Collection Law RA 6716 and 2) The Solid Waste Management Program RA 9003. The first states that there should be a rainwater collector in every barangay. This would help minimize flooding, provide a pond for fish (FOR FOOD), and recharge badly depleted ground water. Maybe the water can even be treated for it to be potable.
There are more than 42, 000 barangays in the Philippines. Guess how many rainwater collectors we have?
SEVEN. Nice one, DPWH! And to think Ebdane resigned to run for office?! Kapal ng mukha mo, kuya.
The Solid Waste Management Program is the most basic, most fundamental of all environmental laws. It states that DepEd and CHED are supposed to include environmental education in curriculums, that the LGU should not collect waste that is not segregated, and that there should be no dumpsites, only sanitary landfills. Drive down C-5 and see how it has become a stretch of dumpsites. Don’t blame the recent flooding on Mother Nature and climate change; it’s solid waste mismanagement. And this is not just the government’s problem. This is OUR problem as a people. We contribute to this problem every time we carelessly throw our cigarette butts and use plastic bags/straws/styrofoam. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE rethink, reduce, reuse, and recycle. (Shameless plug: tips on how to reduce your trash here.) Kim sent me this video on the solid waste problem. It's alarming and heartbreaking.
I’m pro-change of governance. When I was in Japan for DYEA, one of my co-delegates asked me about GMA. “When is she going to step down? Hasn’t she been your president for like, a hundred years?” I like Gibo. I think he has a shot at presidency, but he needs to be VERY CAREFUL about who he picks as VP. Last time I checked, Puno is no longer a choice which is good. He’s the embodiment of the word OPORTUNISTA. I just read that Lakas-Kampi CMD is considering Edu Manzano if Ate Vi says no. OKAAAAAYYYY the line between politics and showbiz is officially erased. Cebu governor Gwen Garcia is another awful choice. She had a contest before called CATCH ME IF YOU CAN. She had a group of photographers follow her around and take pictures of her. The best photo of her wins. Wtf. That’s the most narcissistic government project I’ve ever heard of. Those Cebuano taxes were hard-earned, Gov. Garcia! Noynoy’s music video is DISGUSTING. I needed three attempts to watch it in full kasi half-way nasusuka ako. I’m not kidding. 1) I don’t like Regine Valasquez and her forever screaming voice 2) Noynoy’s belly is just so OUT THERE and 3) gamitan kung gamitan! I lose respect for anyone who wants to vote for Noynoy because “hindi siya corrupt” or “itutuloy niya ang laban.” How do you know he’s not corrupt!?!?! Because Kris is so open about paying for everything he has? At anong laban ang itutuloy niya? He’s only passed two bills during his entire career as a legislator. One was to make April 19 Tarlac Day, a non-working holiday. *confetti* In the upcoming Cory biopic, he wants JOHN LLOYD CRUZ TO PLAY HIMSELF. OMIGHAD HINDI KO KINAYA!!! I LOVE JOHN LLOYD PA NAMAN!!! But JLC as Abnoynoy? NO WAY!!!!!! Mar Roxas, his runningmate, is now in Japan, frolicking with new wife Korina “Bitchessa Sanchez”. “Di ko ma-take yung wedding nila. Kulang nalang mag-flash sa screen ‘FAKE LOVE!!!!’ (citation withheld, 2009) Ito namang si Chiz Escudero, masyadong ambisyoso. And it’s not a good kind of ambitious, it’s ambition without vision. If we distill his verbose speeches, siguro mga 2% nalang matitira. He should take a cue from William Shakespeare: BREVITY IS THE SOUL OF WIT. He claims he left NPC because his party is the Filipino people. Whuuuut. He really should stop talking and start doing. He’s only famous for his eloquence and bitching about the Administration. He claims that he doesn’t wanna be MV’s runningmate because he stands for “good governance.” BUT HE SUPPORTS ERAP, A MAN WHO WAS CONVICTED FOR PLUNDER. ANO??? He should wait another ten-fifteen years before he runs.
A Villar-Legarda team-up would be solid. Villar’s getting a lot of bad press now for disturbing Pacquiao and the never-ending C-5 insertion issue. His “sipag at tiyaga” tagline should be renamed to “C-5 at Taga” (Oposa, U. & Ortilla, M. 2009). I don’t get why people are making a big deal out of the food pack that said “Tulong handog ni Manny Villar” during the Ondoy relief drives. Publicized help is better than no help.
A political party (which will remain nameless as of now) asked me to be their consultant for environmental projects for the youth. It’s my first meeting with them tomorrow, so we’ll see how this pans out. People keep asking me who I’m voting for president and I always say the same thing: no one has officially filed for candidacy. So let’s play it by ear from November 30 onwards. But I am openly rooting for Ace Durano, Adel Tamano, and Risa Baraquel-Hontiveros for the Senate. We need more thinking legislators, not idiots like Bong Revilla who claimed he’d beat up Alec Baldwin if he ever came here.
I hope you are registered. If you didn’t get to register because of the long lines, don’t blame COMELEC and its inefficiency. You had 10 months to do it. Okay? Okay. I did my part and sent them a letter with suggestions to improve their system. They sent me a letter in reply, in fairness. 
I am pro-RH Bill.I have four awesome sources of current events: 1) my family 2) Facebook 3) the newspapers and 4) Vicky Chan. Vicky sent me the link of a documentary on the RH Bill. I don’t get the slogan “Say NO to the RH BILL AND THE CULTURE OF IMMORALITY and Say YES to LIFE.” If the Catholic church bothered to read the bill, they’d see that it’s not anti-life or pro-abortion. It’s pro-contraceptives and pro-sex education. One of the members of the clergy said saying yes to the RH bill won’t solve overpopulation and poverty. Maybe it won’t, but it will certainly alleviate it. They have to accept that people are horny and they just won’t stop going forth and multiplying. And why why WHY are the priests talking about sex when (IN THEORY) they aren’t getting any? Those who do not play the game should not make the rules. Isa pang tanga’t kalahati to si Lito Atienza. Saying yes daw to the RH Bill is the start of saying yes to divorce, abortion, and gay marriage. Isn’t that the most fallacious thing to say?!?!?!?! What kind of reasoning is THAT??? He also said that the population increase is a GOOD THING because it’s directly proportional to economic growth. *@#$%^&!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don’t see how an unemployed father, a tindera mother, and their eleven kids = economic growth. He should just shut up about the RH Bill and focus on his real job, being the (useless) secretary of DENR. My dad is working on having the DENR abolished. I’m right behind him. *** I haven’t done a full-length musical in two years. Sometimes I miss it. But when I get involved in what Ma calls “nation-building activities,” I know my heart is exactly where it’s supposed to be.  |
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| on the sem break thus far |
[ Tuesday
November 3rd, 2009
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For the first semester, I woke up at 6AM every weekday for my 7AM classes. Ever since I got back from Japan, I have been making up for sleeping past 2AM (catching up on Greek, Desperate Housewives, Grey's Anatomy, House, Brothers and Sisters, and How I Met Your Mother) and waking up past 10AM. I arrived a week before SSEAYP '09 left, so I spent a lot of time helping them prepare for their departure, which included running errands in Manila. Miggy and I managed to charm our way out of multiple traffic violations worth over PhP 6, 000: not stopping when the Manong asked us to (Miggy), use of an expired commemorative plate (my fault), driving without a license (Miggy), not having the OR/CR (my fault again). Yan ang magagaling na YOUTH AMBASSADORS OF GOODWILL. CAN I JUST SAY I have lost count of how many times I’ve gotten caught by the MMDA. Siguro by now double-digit na siya kasi as of early this year 8 na. Other forms of help were making epal in their music video/photo shoot, looking for 13 black ties, and walking around Gateway and SM Cubao in giraffe ears while we were at it (it de-stressed Miggy so that's considered help!). The ears were later passed on to my real long-limbed friend, Mariel Alfonso, at Ria’s 21st birthday party. I donned my zebra ears instead.
Wore them also the following night at the Alab ‘08-Balanghay ’09 party which would’ve been memorable if not for the Absolut vodka c/o the most awesome Commissioner Princess Abante, the woman you can always count on for a good time. My memory is a blur from 1-5AM. (Which is okay because what matters is what happened when the sun was coming up.)
For the past two years I have acted as the adviser of the YLs. And so here I am with the YLs of ’08 and ’09.
The past and the present. In more ways than one. (Chos!)
my SSEAYP batchmates who have redefined what love is (naman!)
'08 and '09
Ben trying to steal a kiss (AHAHAHAHAHA) and Mon who's got my back waist
Caught (500) Days of Summer with Zoe and Donns. Summer: “I woke up one morning and just knew... what I was never sure of with you.” Yun na yun eh. And “Robin is better than the girl of my dreams. She's real.” I like what Donns said after the movie over Razon’s halo-halo: “We are all someone’s Summer, Tom, and Autumn.” So true.
Mon and I stayed ‘til 4AM of the 27th to send SSEAYP ‘09 off. In fairness, I was a tiny bit sad. Just tiny because SSEAYP’s first stop is the Philippines so I’m going to see them in NINE DAYS! (I'm counting down via my Countdown Widget.)
Juanch, Ria, Ma, and I saw This is It on its first day. HOW AWESOME IS THIS MOVIE? We know of the crotch-grabbing, moon-walking, nasal-sounding, pedophile-ing MJ, but in this film we see him as an extremely hands-on, meticulous musical genius. If this had pushed through, I really think it would’ve been the Greatest Concert of All Time. Ma and I were literally clapping our hands and cheering as if we were in the concert.
On the same day, Donna’s sister was born.
Welcome to the world Alexa :) Your ate and her friends are doing all sorts of things so you have a better (and cleaner) Philippines to live in. We can't wait to meet you! We all love you already. While we’re on the topic of nation-building activities, I now write for Definitely Filipino, the biggest online Filipino Facebook community and WWF-Philippines. Do join to learn and celebrate what it is to be Filipino :) Mikki and I had the privilege of hosting Circa Manila, the Ateneo School of Medicine and Public Health (ASMPH) party, thanks to the byootiful Rizzy Alejandro. We ate so much fries and dirty ice cream. ANG DAMING GUAPO AT MAGANDA SA ASMPH. I'm not kidding. It was like, HELLO MCDREAMY! Nalurkee ako sa mga tanong sa Q&A ng Mr. & Ms. ASMPH c/o THE FACULTY. “If you were a peripheral nerve, what would you be and why?” “If you could flex any muscle for me, what would it be and why?” For Halloween I thought my friends and I were spending it in Makati. In between Pacific Malayan and eggplant parmigiana, we decided to go to Tagaytay with no idea where we were going to spend the night. But things fell into place, the stars aligned, and the turtle won the race. Tagaytay was teeming with love. Love and happiness. Pictures to follow, Digoy. Promise! In a few hours I have to wake up and enroll for what would’ve been my last semester in college. (UP Enrollment... Challenge na naman itetch. FIGHT!) But SSEAYP happened and lots of other changes happened. I wanna dedicate an entire entry on that, so for now Ria's pong pagong-induced scribble sums it up: "I feel like everything is messy and yet JUST AS IT SHOULD BE." Good night and namaste <3 First published on Facebook, 2:26AM Edit: Fuck you, UP ENROLLMENT. |
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| surviving Mt. Fuji |
[ Wednesday
October 21st, 2009
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Before I applied for the DENSO Youth for Earth Action (DYEA), I had gotten rejected for two other environment-related activities (a climate change congress and an international essay writing competition). Keri, I wanted to keep my fighting spirit alive. I filled up the application form which consisted of essay questions such as, “What environmental projects have you been involved in?” and “How do you a create an environment-friendly society?" I had nothing to lose and everything to gain from this application process.
From the initial sixty applicants, we were trimmed down to 40, then 12. Parang American Idol lang. The final cut was the panel interview, composed of execs from DENSO-PAC and Japan. There were three of us being interviewed. This is how the interview began:
girl: i graduated with a degree in environmental science and my thesis was on the water quality assessment of seven rivers in the Philippines lalalalala boy: i’m a lia-com major from DLSU and i’m the president of this socio-civic organization involved in educating rural areas lalalalala me: (smiling widely) hajimemashite! watashi wa namae wa anna desu. cavite kara kimashita. dozo yoroshiku!!!!! *bows* panel: O_o me: and i’m like... an English major. ANO NAMANG LABAN KO SA ENVI SCI MAJOR AT BONGGANG-BONGGANG SOCIO-CIVIC CHORVA?!?!?! When asked about my course’s relevance to my environmental goals, I explained that any scientific/environmental project is futile without a communication arm. In fact, the difficult thing about getting people involved is communicating such seemingly hifalutin ideas. AND THAT IS WHY BEING AN ENGLISH MAJOR IS RELATED TO SAVING THE WORLD. We were then asked to solve a hypothetical solid waste management problem of a local community. Fortunately I spent that summer editing my dad’s legal petitions and a 24-paged deposition on topics like this, so di naman ako masyadong nalurkee. I invented an advertising campaign on the spot that involved Piolo Pascual, KC Concepcion, and Willie Revillame promoting the Ecological Solid Waste Management Program (Republic Act 9003). May diagram pa akong ginawa incorporating environmental education. But still I felt so ditzy next to the scientific minds I was competing with. After that interview, I accepted defeat. I only told Ma and my mom about this because I was too shy to tell the others. Ma comforted me and said she just KNOWS that I'd get it. True enough, I got an e-mail three weeks later containing the itinerary for the pre-training program in Bangkok and the actual program in Japan. The BKK trip was short (three days and two nights) and I was suffering from severe allergic rhinitis, so I wasn’t as active as I could’ve been. I just wanted to lie down, sleep, and go home. The Japan trip, however, came at the perfect time. It was divided in three phases. The first was the Mt. Fuji Phase.
 ( Fuji-san and other adventures. )
What's most impressive about the Fuji phase is how the Japanese revere this volcano. They call it Fuji-san, as if it were a real, respected person. They have ready materials and information about it in brochures, fliers, pamphlets, and all forms of literature. I wish we had that kind of love for our natural resources. After all, we can only protect what we love.
Never in my life did I even imagine that I'd go hike up Mt. Fuji. When I was in Japan last year, I was happy looking at it from the bullet train from Tokyo to Kobe. But ah, Mother Nature had other plans. I don’t know how to write about Mt. Fuji without using cliches. It’s everything I imagined it to be: breath-taking and beautiful from any angle and any type of camera. No wonder Basho wrote such beautiful haikus. No wonder Coldplay keeps singing about Japan. Being around so much beauty made me feel like my heart was regenerating, which I needed at that time. Nature had never felt more alive, like Fuji-san and the hills and the clouds and the sun and the grass were breathing, whispering, rumbling, touching and embracing us.
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| THE RETURN OF THE VLOG! |
[ Tuesday
October 6th, 2009
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My first and last videoblog (vlog) about my trip to South Africa was over a year ago! After a new nose and seven countries, I thought it was time to record new ones. Here are two videos on my trips, friends, and UP.
In about thirty minutes I'll be off to NAIA for yet another trip for the DENSO Youth for Earth Action program. I'll be with two other Filipinos, Kitz (from Ateneo) and Dan (from Siliman). We'll be living in Ft. Fuji and Lake Biwa for the next two weeks, learning how to do water quality assessment chorva and the environmental practices of the Japanese. I'm only starting to get excited now. Pano ba naman, I had six papers and a performance exam to accomplish before leaving. Infair, natapos ko lahat. There was no school last week, so I spent mornings writing, afternoons writing and/or helping victims of Ondoy, and evenings writing and/or drinking red wine and playing cards (the stupid but funny Guessing Game that Ria invented and Taboo). Nakakapagod magsulat! But at least the things I had to write about were interesting: a language analysis of Philippine showbiz talkshows (watch ever ako ng The Buzz at Showbiz Central), how Philippine Children's Lit promotes environmental awareness (echos), creating a syllabus for English 11 (ang hirap, nirevisit ko si e.e. cummings, Ernest Hemingway, at ang hate kong "IN A GROVE"), creating a fictional Facebook page for Geoffrey Chaucer's Wife of Bath (with matching critical commentary), and the analysis of lease agreements (Zzzzz...). I'll be getting an INC in Italian 11 'cause my prof didn't want to give me early exams. It's gonna take me two years to finish that freakin' course 'cause I had to drop it a year ago for SSEAYP!!!! Myghad!!!! Ang hirap magkaroon ng chronic wanderlust!!!!!
Ah, I've also been helping the new batch of SSEAYP for their National Day Presentation. (Can you believe it's been a year since ours?! Haha paki pansin ang English translation. Fail kung fail.) Been handling the singing aspect of their show. This is the closest thing I can get to being on stage for now so vicarious living muna. To theatre performers/theatre performer wannabes, there will be auditions for Rent two weeks from now. DON'T MISS IT! Spring Awakening is also ongoing at the RCBC Theater. Do check that out.
Alright, now it's time to leave my Inang Bayan for another momma, Inang Kalikasan. See you in two weeks!
PS
Many thanks goes to my life partner Mariel Alfonso who edited this. Her "talent fee" was a free meal at Technohub's Mister Kebab.
The vlogs are dedicated to my good friend Maica Francisco, who has always been the best audience.
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| on Odette and Ondoy |
[ Monday
September 28th, 2009
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The first time I encountered Odette Alcantara was when I hosted and helped organize Island Cove’s press con on their zero-waste program. She was sitting in the middle of the panelists, throwing her hands up in the air, and cursing government officials for neglecting the Solid Waste Management Act. “Holy shit,” I thought. “This woman is scary and CRAZY.”
We would meet several times more because I tagged along my dad’s environmental events. Whenever she’d see me, she’d envelope me into a big hug, kiss me on both cheeks, and say, “Nice to see you here, my Anna Banana!” She’d say it like she were my own lola. She smelled of powder and flowers.
When we were planning for the ICC, I knew there was no better person to ask for help that Tita Odette. One afternoon, Ernest, James, Kester and I went to her house for a Solid Waste Management (SWM) workshop. “Tell me why you’re here,” she said.
“Oh, well you know we were gonna lecture in Puerto Galera and---”
“Lecture? Nandito kayo para matuto mag-lecture?”
“Well yes but—“
“If you just want to learn to lecture then you’re just wasting my time. Sayang lang ang passion ko sa inyo and my passion is sacred for me! Ang bababaw niyo mag-isip! Taga-UP pa man din kayo! Nakakahiya!”
This went on for another twenty-five minutes. James and I were already looking at each other na parang shet uwi na tayo huhuhuhu. “LYN!” she barked, calling for their helper. “Mag-order ka ng pizza. Tapos ko na silang takutin.” Then she smiled at us and said, “Ano, okay ba?”
For the next two hours or so, we talked about SWM, and our hopes and plans for this country. It didn’t feel like a workshop; it was more like soul food. She gave us pizza, coffee, pancit, and books. “These are not gifts,” she said. “These are investments!” We left her house feeling like better agents of change, like we could do anything as long as we put our hearts into it. Several days after, she was in our house for dinner. She said she needed to scare us to make sure we were committed, and that we were the most “brilliant” batch she ever handled. “I want you all to be my summa cum laudes, my Anna Banana,” she said while holding my hands.
Last week, my dad called me. I had just been caught by the MMDA for color-coding (OO, NA NAMAN. NAKALIMUTAN KO KASI LECHE.) so I was a bit frazzled. “Ta,” he said, half-laughing. “Namatay si Tita Odette.”
“Ano?”
“Namatay si Tita Odette. Akala ko joke lang.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“Hindi, kanina lang. She was brought to the hospital last night and she died this morning.”
“Oh shit.”
“O nga eh. Putang ina. I’m still in shock.”
“Ako rin.”
We put the phone down and I drove back to UP and started to cry. I never understood why the good ones die earlier. James told me not to be sad. “Ang swerte natin that she shared and passed her passion to us before she died. She lived a good life.” Well-said, buddy. At dahil kay Tita Odette, napa-Ingles ka pa ng bonggang-bongga.
Now this Ondoy disaster. This proves that 1) Facebook is the source of all news and 2) the Philippines can be the capital for disaster relief. My dad says this a lot, and it sounds funny, but what he means is that the other countries can learn from how resilient we are in times of natural calamities. Dito lumalabas yung “greatness of a Filipino.” It’s amazing how much help people are giving. Nuns donated 100k worth of napkins. “Ano yun, pang punas ng basa (Borja, 2009)?” Kris Aquino mobilized Champion to donate truckloads of detergent. “World’s biggest bubble bath? Chos (Jacinto, 2009)!” Yesterday when my friends and I were in line in Puregold buying relief goods, we saw this cart full of coffee sachets, instant noodles, Tang, and… EMPERADOR, GILBEY’S GIN, THE BAR, AND GRAN MATADOR. Kahit sa krisis, pumaparty parin si Ate! Diyoskolord!!!
More seriously though, we see the true bayanihan spirit of the Filipino people. We also see how our love for laughter and enjoyment trumps all disasters. See this video of the kids diving. ‘Wag na nating pansinin si Ate Echosera aka Jacques Bermejo. She knows how much the Filipino people hate her by now. Nakakatawa yung “PWET KA NG CAMEL” comment sa Multiply niya! And while we’re at it, we should stop bitching at Mother Nature and the government. This kind of flood happened in the 60s, so it's not climate change/Mother Earth telling us it's the end of the world. And we can’t blame the government for the floods either. Kester texted me: "The reason the flood levels were so high was because of trash clogging our rivers and tributaries. I think Tita Odette is telling us something."
I think so too.
I have always believed that there was something more that could unite us besides a boxing match and a death of an icon. It's just sad that it took a calamity such as this to do it. Metro Manila is on its knees. But hopefully we learn and work towards solving the cause of the problem, not just the problem.
My friends and I are heading to DLSZ, our alma mater, to help out in a bit. Viva la nation-building. Stay safe and dry, wherever you are.
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| saklolo, taklobo! (icc '09) |
[ Saturday
September 26th, 2009
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I attended my first International Coastal Clean-Up (ICC) two years ago as a requirement for my PE class. Well, it was either I go to the ICC as a volunteer scuba diver, spend the weekend on the beach helping the environment or memorize bones and muscles for the finals. No brainer diba? That must’ve been fate ‘cause it was one of those Aha! moments. When I saw how much crap there was underwater, I e-mailed my dad (who was abroad at that time) that I wanted to commit to the protection of the environment. I decided to put theatre on hold to join other nation-building activities. Included in my plan was to apply for the UP Marine Biological Society (MBS) because I wanted to meet people other than my dad who shared my love for the underwater world. But never did I imagine that I’d be one of the organizers of the ICC in just two years. Funny how the world works.
For “Saklolo, Taklobo!”, James and I were co-heads of the Program Committe. It’s not as stressful as it sounds, mainly because 1) I love what I do and 2) I was with some of the best people I’ve ever met. James and I had the same vision: something more long-term than just a clean-up. We wanted an educational component, as well as hands-on experience. To commit ourselves to Solid Waste Management (the root of all environmental evil) we, along with Kester and Ernest, attended a workshop with the queen of SWM, Tita Odette Alcantara (more on her in another entry). We also got Earth Day Network on board, an NGO that recycles tarps into bags. Trivia of the day: tarps are the only non-biodegradable, non-sellable materials (so if you have any tarps lying around, PLEASE DONATE IT TO EDN!).
Five of us headed to Puerto Galera a day earlier to make sure everything was a-okay. Well, six of us if you include TitiBur the Teddy Bear.
That evening was my induction. Kuya Je, food tech extraordinaire, helped me cook my first meal. No, I did not burn the hotel down. The meal was pretty decent. I think... I can get married now. At sa wakas, after ONE YEAR, I can say that I am a full-fleged member of MBS. That’s what happens when you live out of a suitcase for a year--everything gets delayed (wag lang sana ang period). The next day was The Big Day. James, Kester, and Armand each handled a classroom of high school students while Steph and I each took on a class of third graders. I’ve taught kids many many times before, but it was always performing-related so I was a wee bit nervous for this one. I was secretly visualizing my “lecture” and rehearsing it in my head. I love that teaching is learning.
me: ang mga basurang nabubulok ay kailangan bumalik sa mother earth. sino o ano ba si mother earth?
kid: YUNG MAY-ARI NUNG JUNK SHOP!!!!
me: ano ang halimbawa ng mga basurang nabubulok?
kid: MGA PATAY NA DAGA PO MARAMI PONG PATAY NA DAGA NA SOBRANG LAKI SA BAHAY NAMIN!!!!
Well, in fairness, totoo nga naman.
me: magbigay kayo ng mga gawaing nakabubuti sa kalikasan.
kid: maligo at mag-sipilyo araw-araw.
me: huh? bakit?
kid: kasi teacher anna ‘pag ‘di ka naliligo at nagsisipilyo, bumabaho ka so dumadagdag sa AIR POLLUTION! (kulang nalang sabihin niya “DUH.”)
HUWAW! Gold star for you!
That afternoon, the high school students went to the market armed with their tarp bags and gave them away to encourage the use reusable bags over plastic bags. My group also went around the market picking up trash while another headed to the coastline with the same objective. We had to record every single piece of shit we picked up. Ang winner ay cigarette butts and food wrappers/packaging. Reminder: straws and cigarette butts are not biodegradable so please don’t throw them anywhere! Or try not to use straws!
After being basureros basking under the siesta time sun, we headed back to the school for the closing ceremonies that James and I ended up hosting. Kahit spontaneous siya, kering keri. I think James and I were made for each other. Pwede kaming pang noontime show, infernez. The students prepared three intermission numbers for us. The first group had a freakin’ TEN MINUTE DANCE MEDLEY. At ang main star-slash-choreographer nila lalaki (for now ifyouknowwhatimean) na may pitik ang bewang. Sabay pout at chin up. We ended up dancing "Nobodynobodybutchoo (clap clap!)". Ano ba toh!
  my batch, ISDAbest '08.
When we went back to the hotel, Gene, James, and I decided to eat a pre-dinner meal. This manang selling handwoven approached us.
manang; bili na po kayo... 70 pesos lang.
gene: hah?! ate, ang mahal naman!
manang: eh sa foreigner nga, 150 ‘yan eh, kaya bili na kayo.
james: ay... may tax??!?!?!
WAHAHAHA. That night was spent night swimming with James and Ate Ina and giggling and sleeping by the shore with my batchmates. For mga 2 hours lang naman. Somewhere in the middle, Ning sits up and asks, “How did I get here? Why am I here?” She stood up, brushed the sand off her legs, lay down beside me, and SLEPT AGAIN. Wagi ka talaga Ning.
The name “Saklolo, Taklobo!” comes from the activity on the last day--the rehabilitation of the giant clam garden that MBS made several years ago. There were eight of us who scubadove (ay ginawang verb?). I didn’t have a designated role so I would just help out whoever needed help measuring, pegging, etc. Sounds simple, but add the SUPER KAPOOPER MEGA STRONG CURRENT and the fact that YOU ARE UNABLE TO TALK and you have a CHALLENGE!
 the biggest clam was 37 inches!   that's me on the left, panicking inside
We were all trying to cling on to something so we wouldn’t be carried away by the current. I have the battle scars to prove it: rashes on my arm from accidentally brushing against a fire coral, a wound on my knee, and scabs on my arms. Diyos ko lord! For the love of Mama Earth. Back at the hotel, I noticed that the faucet of the public restroom was leaking. The faucet was broken so I called on an employee and led her to the bathroom.
me: ate tumutulo po yung gripo niyo.
her: oo nga.
me: ...
her: ...
me: uhhhhhh pwede niyong isara? kasi sira po.
her: (drains overflowing balde of fresh water!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
me: HINDI ate paki sara lang yung gripo sayang po sa tubig!!!!
her: (twists turns pounds whacks the faucet and looks at me) ayan, sara na po.
Ay.
I almost didn’t wanna go back to the hustle and bustle of Manila. On the way home we made fun of those who were asleep. (Which is why I spent the trip talking to James.)
 that's THE manix abrera of kiko machine PDI fame! hahaha loveyou manix
Every time I come from the beach, I always feel a bit displaced in the city. My brain needs an entire day to recuperate. Before we left Galera, I was able to find a few minutes to lie down on a hammock and gaze at the rustling leaves of a palm tree. (Kulang nalang Beer Below Zero at may tagapapaypay sa ‘kin para bonggang-bongga.) I remembered what my American friend told me the last time I dove: “I don’t really wanna go back to America. You Filipinos don’t realize how lucky you are. I only have a few days left of sittin’ around in paradise.”
And I really do think this little group of islands called the Philippines is a paraiso. I’d like to pursue a career in restorative eco-tourism after college and make sure I leave this paraiso better than when I entered it. My next environmental efforts will be volunteering for WWF (and that’s World Wildlife Fund. Wala po akong balak maging wrestler.) and camping in Mt. Fuji for the DENSO Youth for Earth Action a week and a half from now. Until then, I must pretend to be a student and write six papers in ten days. FIGHT!
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| botante o BOBOtante? |
[ Friday
September 11th, 2009
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I attended the “Y VOTE? U VOTE!” forum at the UP College of Law on the same day that Noynoy Aquino announced his decision to run for president*. I am, more than than ever, convinced to vote and convince you to register and vote. How can I not be when the panel of speakers included Professor Randy David, Governor Grace Padaca, Ms. Bianca Lapuz, and Atty. Marvic Leonen, Dean of the UP College of Law?
Randy David was the first to admit that it seems more logical not to care about politics. “There are more important matters, such as philosophy and the academe,” he said. It’s funny how the “presidentiables” (that’s Filipino-English right there) are championing democracy when in a Southeast Asian survey, it was the Filipinos who had the least faith in democracy. And to think we were the first Republic in Asia dating back to 1898. But, Prof. David said, we must “understand the promise of politics,” which he defines as, “a mechanism by which society produces collectively blinding decisions.” For the 2010 elections, he advised us not to seek personal traits (“maka-Diyos,” “mabait,” “hindi corrupt,” etc.) but ideas, visions, plans, and programs. We should ask the candidates what their vision for the Philippines is 6, 10, 20 years from now. When Noynoy announced his presidency, the questions were, “Ikakasal ka na ba?” and “What does Kris think of your decision?” Oh kamon! One of the last questions was, “What do you intend to do if you win?” Bakit yun ang huli? Diba dapat yun ang una? Prof. David also reminded us that “making a difference” is not limited to writing down names on a piece of paper come May 10, 2010. It’s also about making an informed decision. (Hold that thought, more on that in a bit.)
RM Awardee and governor of Isabela Grace Padaca is a living legend because she had the guts to go against the 30-40 year political dynasty of the Dys in Isabela. Dy-nasty, she calls it. She was a radio commentator in Isabela for over a decade and one day, she just got tired of listening to people’s problems and people who just bitched and didn't do anything. She declared to her friends that she would run for the 2001 elections. “Sige Grace, takbo ka!” her friend said enthusiastically. “Kasi alam mo, gustong-gusto ka ng katulong namin!” Well, that katulong along with 55% of the people of Isabela elected Gov. Padaca in 2004. Since then she has paid off 90% of her province’s debt and stopped illegal logging in the Sierra Madre. She doesn’t buy the “I’m not gonna run for public office ‘cause I’m too smart to” mentality. “Then you will be ruled by those who are not,” she said.
Ms. Bianca Lapuz must have said “noh?” in every other sentence. Aside from this linguistic nuisance, she made several salient points. First, that seeking change does not begin and end at voting. “Ang dami nating gustong igiba, wala naman tayong gustong itayo. Ang dami nating gustong tanggalin, wala naman tayong gustong ipalit.” Well said. We can’t wait for inspiring leaders, we have to create an “inspiring movement.” She also said that all the politicians are trapos**, but if they’re willing to seek reform, why not support them? She also talked about junking the “I won’t vote ‘cause I’m moving out of this shithole anyway” mentality because even if you are ten thousand miles away, you will still remit to this country. So kahit nasa Amerika ka o Saudi o kahit anong lupalop ng mundo ka, nakatali parin ang pusod mo sa Pilipinas (insert evil laugh here). Kaya care ka nalang diba?
I loved every minute of Atty. Leonen’s presentation. He commented on the rules that would make one eligible for presidential candidacy. “Must be able to read and write” yung isa diba? FYI to be a UP professor you must first be an instructor (may levels pa ‘yan), get an MA, get published to be promoted to associate professor, get a Ph. D then get published again to be a full professor. “Mukhang kulang yata yung ‘read and write,’” he commented. He then proceeded to show 25 questions answerable by yes or no, meant for anyone who is aspiring for a national political position. (At dapat sagutan sa blue book. Oh yes. HONOR EXCELLENCE!) Directions: “You are to answer this question by yourself without any assistance from any of your immediate family (whether or not deceased), consultants, political or media handlers.” For the Preliminaries, the examinee must provide “reasons for wanting to apply (please avoid the words “change,” “democracy,” “true,” “good,”... “legacy,”...”god told me.”)” The final note: “You do not have to apply simply because your parents wanted you to do so. Again, whether or not deceased. Good luck!” WOOHOO! Isang masigabong palakpakan! The twenty-five questions were on the current issues the country is facing: healthcare, political settlement with the MILF, revising the national flag and language to accommodate provinces/languages other than the Tagalog, imposing carbon taxes, negotiations with the European Union, suspension of Burma from the ASEAN, and the abrogation*** of the DENR to name a few. “If you do not know what ‘abrogation’ means, then you probably have no business running for the Congress, Senate, or President.” Awesome.
I like what Atty. Leonen said in the end: “Don’t treat me like I’m a statistic.” Because I’m not. And neither are you. We’re human beings capable of thinking, questioning conventions, and making informed decisions. After the forum, I realized that it’s not true when people say “vote ‘cause your vote counts.” Your vote, your ONE vote, won’t count. However, if you read up, engage in intelligent political conversations, blog, Tweet, use your Facebook status and convince other people to register and collectively support a candidate, then you can make a difference. If everyone gives importance to their vote, then you have 9 million informed decisions pushing for reform. The youth (defined in the Constutition as 15-30 years old, RA 8044) is 50-60% of the voting populace. Because we have the privilege of being literate and educated, our votes should trump the uninformed, those being blinded by all the uh, colors. Voting isn’t just a right, it’s a responsibility.
*Let's discuss this when I submit my editorial to Youngblood tentatively entitled "Just when I thought the yellow couldn't shine brighter".
**traditional politician
***Which means “to do away with” in case you’re wondering. Kaya ayan, pwede ka nang tumakbo!
(Title of the entry is from a chair in AS. I'm not kidding. Marami akong napapala from reading UP graffiti.)
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If shy ka naman dahil mukhang nakakatakot ako (or so MiggyO says), you may disagree, agree, and debate with me through annaoposa@yahoo.com.
I'll be doing COMELEC volunteer work tomorrow in Paranaque and Muntinlupa. If you need directions to get there (which I got from Lea Salonga. THANK YOU!), just e-mail me or comment here. Hemingway, tama na muna ang pagiging tibak, my next entry will be a funnies videoblog. Promise! Peksman!
Helpful link: http://www.wikihow.com/Register-As-a-First-Time-Voter-in-the-Philippines
To see if you're registered: http://www.comelec.gov.ph/findprecinct/findprecinct.aspx
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| post RM-hysteria |
[ Saturday
September 5th, 2009
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It’s easy to read about what went on in the RM awards. It was all over the news. So let’s talk about what the news didn’t say. First of all, my dad was so funny on stage. Lumalabas ang pagiging ADHD niya, waving at the audience, pumping his fists in the air, doing the thumbs-up sign (oh diba kahit wala siyang Facebook marunong siya ng LIKES THIS). You can catch the last five minutes of his acceptance speech here. (The night before I sang at his thanksgiving dinner. I was on the verge of tears when I was talking because I'm a dork like that. After my second song, "Paraiso," he was in tears din. HAHA. My dad is my liiiife!)
My favorite awardees are Krisana Kraisintu from Thailand and Ka Hsaw Wa from Burma. Ms. Kraisintu told my mom, "I love Filipino food! I can eat adobo everyday!"
she is so cute. kinda reminds me of Edna Mode from the Incredibles.
ka hsaw wa (i love saying his name) is only 39 years old! you can feel his energy and zest for life crackling in the air.
On the way to the awarding ceremony, Uli and I kept singing Manny Villar's jingle. How can you not love it! "Akala mo petiks, yun pala mali/Akala mo conyo, yun pala laking tondo!" When we saw MV in the lobby of CCP we freaked out and had a picture taken with him. Look at those giddy faces!
akala mo trapo yun pala ka-tropa mo! ✔
Ops I am not endorsing MV (or anyone just yet) for presidency ha! Maraming namamatay sa maling akala. So just visit www.akalamo.com for more info (I'm not kidding, it's a real site!) HAHA!
I gathered the courage to introduce myself to Emily Abrera, one of the people I look up to in the field of the arts. I was all like, "Hi you're my idol really you are I really look up to you 'cause... You're the best." WTF?
The highlight was seeing Sec. Ace Durano. Ma and I are huge admirers (understatement!) of his so we kinda went insane when we saw him. I was all like, "Hi Sir!" and he goes, "Anna! You know, I really enjoy reading your blog!"
WHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTTTTTUUUUUUPPPPP yan na po ang greatest achievement ko in life!!!! Kung pwede lang ilagay 'yan sa resume under "AWARDS RECEIVED"!!!!!
I really think he has the coolest job ever: to go around the most beautiful country on earth and improve its tourism. He has done so much to put us on the map and provide employment through tourism, which is how it's supposed to be. THAT's what I want to do for a living. I'm gonna work for the DOT in my lifetime. I just know it.
After surveying who else we could have a picture with, Uli bumped into Sen. Pia Cayetano. Literally bumped into her. Tapos itong wa-klas kong kapatid yelled, "RAISA SI PIA CAYETANO O, PA-PICTURE TAYO!!!! MARIEL!!! PA-PICTURE TAYO!!!" RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER HAHA ANG JOLOGS!!!!
I congratulated her for making it to the international Ironman competition. How awesome is that? Hardcore athlete!
At the gala dinner, we had our picture taken with Jaime Agusto Zobel de Ayala who's overflowing with sex appeal. Tita Chinky calls him George Clooney.
My dad SANG AT THE GALA DINNER! He sang "Usahay" which is like, the national anthem of the Bisaya (next to "Matud Nila" of course). JAZA said they're gonna change his award from environment to music. Chela!
Papa introduced me to Mareng Winnie, another idol of mine. She advised me to shift from English to Economics. Hmmmm no. Haha. Check out the video of Mikey Arroyo and Mareng Winnie if you haven't yet. "Sue me!" Tanga ni Mikey. Sana hindi nalang siya nag pa-interview. LIKES THIS daw, sabi ni former president FVR
and Cheche Lazaro What an awesome night. *** I can't not write about this. So. Cheche Lazaro. She hosts this show called Media in Focus on ANC. I loved the episode on the National Artist issue because of Sir Dalisay and another man named Alexis Tioseco. (Do watch the video. Very insightful.) Vicky told me that Alexis Tioseo and his girlfriend were shot dead a few days ago. This made me really sad because we need more Filipinos like him: idealistic and passionate. Must reads: his letter to Nika and the extended version of his wishlist for Philippine cinema. I particularly like what he said about the MMFF! True dat. No more Enteng Kabisotes and Mano Pos please! I hope someone from the film/media industry picks up something and makes it his/her advocacy. |
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| when the yellow shines too brightly |
[ Thursday
September 3rd, 2009
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Several politicians have changed their minds about the 2010 presidential elections. Ping Lacson was the first to, at the height of the Dacer issue. Next is Binay, because he wants to run as Erap’s VP. Erap said he’s willing to drop out as well if the opposition unites for one candidate. Noli De Castro and Gibo haven’t been making noise, which makes me doubt that they’re pushing through. Today Mar Roxas made way for Noynoy Aquino.
Noynoy Aquino for PRESIDENT? SERIOUSLY?!
Okay. I am aware of what the late Cory Aquino has done to go against dictatorship and unite the people in EDSA and how Ninoy Aquino was assassinated and he believed that the “Filipino [was] worth dying for” but we can’t continue to be blinded by all this yellow! Natatawa nalang ako sa mga proposal to rename EDSA to Cory Ave., Cory to be a National Hero, Cory to be on the 500 peso bill (tacky design, btw), and a Cory Aquino Day (as if we didn’t have enough national holidays). Ma pointed out that we drivers curse EDSA a lot for its awful traffic. Turning EDSA into Cory Ave. would mean, “Tang ina talagang Cory Ave. yan o, ang traffic!” Diba ang panget? And Cory could’ve cancelled our foreign debt during her presidency. And the CARPER issue. But of course, no one says anything about it.
I don’t like the Filipino culture of sanctifying the dead.
This Noynoy Aquino for 2010 thing is pushing the yellow fever and milking it to the maximum level. Yes, Noynoy was in the Congress for several years and served in numerous committees and he was Deputy Speaker for two years but these are merely positions, not concrete contributions to the country. Maybe he has the potential to be a great leader. Maybe. But he’s gotta prove that soon if he wants to rule my country. People have to understand that leadership skills are not genetic. Just take a look at all the parent-child political tandems that have “served” in office. Hello GMA and father! Jinggoy and father! The list goes on. The children usually do not exceed or even match what their predecessors have accomplished (bad or good). Likewise, a real legacy is not inherited, it is earned and made. If Cory Aquino hadn’t died this year, Noynoy wouldn’t even be considered for President. So please lang, buksan natin ang ating mga mata.
The qualifications for presidency are extremely flawed. Uli’s status message captured it perfectly: “thinks there's something wrong with your country when the only qualifications for president are; must be age 40 and above, must know how to read and write and must be a Filipino citizen.” Democracy is highly, HIGHLY overrated. I wish we had a two-party system to get rid of nuisance candidates. I wish we had candidates who actually talked about their plans and programs instead of their personalities. I wish, most of all, that we had candidates who love the Philippines more than their personal ambitions of being in power. After all, ambition is nothing without vision.
Honestly I think the quote, “The Filipino is worth dying for” is bullshit in this day and age. We’re not. We shouldn’t die for the Filipinos whose goal in life is to be a nurse so they can leave the country, for the Filipinos who have given up, haven’t registered to vote because they don’t give a shit, and for the Filipinos who are just concerned with arriving at a position so they can commit graft and corruption and build waiting sheds with their names on it. Kalokohan.
It doesn’t matter whether you’re in America, Hong Kong, or the Middle East, whether you are an engineer, domestic helper, caregiver, seaman, or CEO as long as you give a good representation of my country. I do believe that it is worth to fight the good fight and be part of a “society trying to make an imperfect country perfect.” It's worth writing about, talking about, and inspiring others to change their minds through example. The Filipino isn't worth dying for; it's worth living for.
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| "Wala ka sa lola ko!" |
[ Sunday
August 23rd, 2009
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Grandmothers are supposed to be made of hugs, kisses, nurturing and sugar-coated advice, and unconditional love. They smell like flowers and incense. My Lola Ditas is unlike any other. She doesn't look a day over sixty. She loves to tap our heads and say, "Maraming laman! Matalino!" and bite our arms. When I told her I'd be in SSEAYP, she said, "Siguraduhin mo lang it's not Sulpicio Lines hehehe baka malunod ka!" She was featured on QTV's One Proud Mama a couple of years back. Rightfully so. She raised seven kids who are all successful in their own ways.
Lola Ditas knows how to e-mail and use MagicJack! She also loves to text in capital letters and give brutally honest advice. Here are some of her messages:
D FORMER CARETAKER SEZ CGURADO DW TIME WIL KAM WEN ME MABUBUNTIS. AY NAKU APARENTLY UR USING D HAUS AS A MOTEL OR AS A BEERHAUS. 4 ME UR OLD ENAF 2 KNOW WAT UR DOING. WAT DO U DO INSIDE DA RUM, PRAY D ROSARY? HA HA HA.
M A VRY REALISTIC LOLA. I KNOW EVERYTING IS HORMONE DRIVEN-- D RAGING N GALLOPING HORMONES OF D YOUNG DEN MAUUNTOG N KYO WEN ITS TU LATE. UR MEN WON'T CONSIDER MARRIAGE WEN DEY KEN HVE PLEASURE WDOUT RESPONSBILITY.
UR YOUNG N UR BEATY IS SO EXOTIC WD D RIGHT PEDIGREE DAT U DESERVE D BEST MAN ONE HU IS INTELLIGENT FOCUSED N HARDWORKING. DAY SHD B UR MINDSET N IT WIL KAM. MINWYL WORK HARD IN UR STUDIES.
UR TITAS LISTENED 2 ME LUK WER DEY R. KAHIT NA MAHIRAP BASTA MATALINO N MASIPAG N ME AMBISYON N ABILIDAD. YONG MGA SOSAYTI BOYS N SPOILD AY NAKU GUTOM ANG MAKUKUHA MO.
NXT TIME U PIK A GUY B SURE HE KEN OFFER U D BEST IN DEM NOT D BEAST IN DEM. HA HA MGA HAYOP TALAGA !
YES DER R MANY BIG FISHES IN D OCEAN. UL CATCH ONE SOMDAY. MINWYL CONQUER DOS RAGING HORMONES AND CNCENTRATE ON UR STUDIES N PLAN WEL UR CAREER.
LYK WEN I MADE ADVICE 2 ABENG PINGGOY N ULI DEY SHD STRIVE HARD SO HINDI CLA SAMDEY HIT SOIL N DEAD HUNGRY. MGA HAMPAS LUPA N PATAY GUTOM.
Like my title says, "Wala ka sa Lola ko!"
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| trip to the National Museum and Museum of the Filipino People |
[ Sunday
August 16th, 2009
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I’m not even surprised that Miko and I got caught by the Manila police last Saturday on our way to the Museum of the Filipino people. According to Mamang Pulis, we turned right where we weren’t supposed to. Miko explained, “Wala naman pong nakalagay na NO RIGHT TURN ON RED SIGNAL, at wala rin po sa stoplight na hindi po pwedeng kumanan.” Mamang Pulis insisted that it was a major intersection with a blind curve which IT WASN’T. How can a major intersection have a blind curve?! He said he’d have to confiscate Miko’s license and he could only get it after five working days AND attend a 2-day seminar. “So ano po ba yung best na magagawa namin para sa inyo?” he asked. In other words, “Ano pong best na presyo ang mabibigay niyo sa ‘min?” Miko paused and I could see the wheels in his head calculating how much he should give him. Ganyan talaga pag hindi sanay. So I, Queen of Traffic Violations, stepped in.
“Sir, once again we’re leaving for America on Monday and we won’t be back until December. There really isn’t a sign that says NO RIGHT TURN ON RED SIGNAL ‘cause if there was, we really wouldn’t have turned. There has to be a city ordinance for traffic rules like that, if it isn’t shown on a sign. Besides, the traffic light didn’t have a separate signal for a right turn or any turn for that matter.”
“Ma’am, Tagalog po.”
Miko picked up my cue and added, “Yes Sir, and we’re just going to the National Museum of History and we don’t know where we’re going ‘cause we’re not from here and---”
“Sir, Tagalog! Do you understand Tagalog?”
“A little...”
TANGA EH FIRST HALF OF THE CONVERSATION WIKANG FILIPINO GAMIT NATIN!!!!
The policeman winced and said, “Wait lang Sir I will call my partner! HOY English daw! Dito ka nga!”
In the end the other policeman said, “Ok Ma’am, Sir today we will gib you a chans.”
I love itttt. Now to the real story: the National Museum of History and the Museum of the Filipino people.
We took the tour of John Silva, who calls himself a “writer, a fundraiser, and an advocate for the arts and heritage preservation”. I’m ashamed to admit that I’ve been to the Met, the MoMA, and Guggenheim of New York, and other museums around Southeast Asia but not my own country’s National Museum until yesterday. Credit for this trip goes to Chino, who told me about it.
The museum used to be the Department of Finance until President Ramos recognized the need for a National Museum. I didn’t know that. (Actually the whole tour was like that: “I didn’t know that!”) We started in the Kasaysayan ng Lahi room where lots of pre-colonial artifacts were stored. Reminder: we were not “DISCOVERED” by Magellan. You cannot discover something that already exists. We had a kind of religion, civilization, dance, music, language, and rituals even before the Spaniards bastardized us.
Our ancestors put bones in jars before the soul would journey to the afterlife. This is the “jar of all jars,” over 2, 000 years old. Looks familiar? Check out your 1, 000 peso bill. This very same jar is at the back.
These statues are called “Ang Bulul”. When these were brought into the museum, the lights in the room exploded for 12 days straight. The statues needed to be appeased, they didn’t like being behind glass. Mr. Silva had to get a babaylan (a kind of priest) who did a ritual involving a chicken, ripping its head off, and splattering the blood around the area. After that, the lights never exploded again. Although museum guards have reported that the statues switch places at night. Mmmm Night at the Museum Pinoy version.
according to Miko this is the inspiration behind the Oblation Statue. HAHAHAHA.
Salita Manon is the ONLY dreamweaver left in the country. She induces a 39-degree fever, sleeps, and weaves her dreams when she wakes up. After the Museum of the Filipino People, we headed to the National Museum. I saw the most awesome allegorical Spolarium by Juan Luna. It was finished in Rome back in 1883. The Romans are the Spaniards while the dead gladiators being dragged are the Filipinos. I never understood the extent of this painting’s impact until yesterday. Luna and Hidalgo were the first Filipinos to join the prestigious Bellas Artes competition in Spain and won first and second respectively. This was a time when Filipinos were called monkeys and indios. Parang, “Omigod how could a Filipino win a Spanish arts competition so kadiri naman yuck.” During the celebration, a man named Jose Rizal said, “If we are equal in the arts, why not in political rights?” This quote sparked the being tibak of Rizal and the Filipinos back home.
It's HUGE. They had to cut this up to transport this to the Philippines.
I loved being here:
There’s this indescribable feeling of being around works of great artists. Manansalas, Ocampos, Abuevas, Franciscos... I get giddy just THINKING about them. Imagine in the future... There will be Panday komiks here. Harakiri time.
1/3 of the Museum’s budget comes from the Congress. The rest come from private corporations. And Tonyboy Cojuangco, who, as it turns out, is not just a patron of Gretchen but of the arts. Another interesting to note is that the museum is free to the general public on Sundays, and free to the poor anyday. You just have to go there and declare that you’re poor. How did this happen? President Erap allocated 50 million pesos for the museum with the condition that it be accessible to the masses. I was pleasantly surprised to learn this. He had a heart for the arts pala. I recommend all Filipinos to go there. I think it’s important to know that these things exist. It gave me a deeper appreciation and a better understanding of our heritage and culture. I prefer taking guided tours over going on my own ‘cause the artifacts get contextualized that way, but it’s really up to you. Do make time for it. To see more pictures and descriptions of my trip: http://www.facebook.com/annaoposa?ref=name#/album.php?aid=138001&id=524913851&ref=mf http://nationalmuseum.gov.ph/
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| funnies: TLC |
[ Thursday
August 13th, 2009
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Let me stray from my tibak ways and let my funnies come out. There are people who think TLC stands for either Tender, Love, and Care or T-Boz, Left Eye, and Chilli. For me TLC stands for moments that make you say, “Tang ina!” “Labo!” or “Crazy!”. Like so:
when Uli was in the hospital I gave him a call
me: hi, how are you na? what’s the doctor’s diagnosis?
uli: sabi nung doktor... wala daw kwenta ate ko.
That’s when I knew he was gonna be just fine.
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chuckie manio, stand-up comedian: I don’t understand girls who say ‘i’m so hungry I could eat a horse!’ eh putang ina titi pa lang ng kabayo busog ka na eh.
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UP graffiti: love sucks. true love swallows.
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over text
me: ate, pwede niyo akong bilhan ng CAREFREE FEMININE WASH?
after five minutes
manang pereg: yun ba yung ORACARE?
Yesssssss minty freshhhhhh.
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Bangkok banyos are funny. These two signs look like kailangan din nilang umihi.
Saw this at the back of a door:
Grabe emphasized talaga na RED and dugo at GALIT ang inodoro!
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Chocolates my blockmate brought. Nakakagago noh? Adorable.
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Fiction, poetry, drama, gardening, photograpy and...
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manman: saan yung e-pass?
zoey: wala eh, salon-pas lang.
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Uli once had a chess opponent from NU named Vietnam Calasagsag. Say it out loud for full effect.
me: omigod no way!!! what the hell does she look like?!?!?!
uli: ayun, mukhang vietnam calasagsag.
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Facebook status: Anna Oposa needs new boys.
over YM
jonoderivera: you need new boys?
annaoposa: hahaha yeah i’m bored.
jonoderivera: wanna drink tonight?
Ah eh. Hindi ka na new.
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Jono sent me this:
This was in a port. Imagine this parked beside Super Ferry (SAKAY NA!)
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A couple bought a chow-chow from China. They brought it back to the Philippines with its papers and all, and thankfully it passed Customs. a couple of days later, their helper started yelling, “MA’AM! SIR! NAGLALAKAD PO ASO NIYO!!!!!!!!” Turns out the dog was walking on its FRONT PAWS. The couple, bewildered, brought it to a vet who told them it was a.................................... bear. A fucking bear. Hindi lang pala pekeng produkto ang nakukuha sa Tsina. Pati narin hayop.
Inferla, mukha naman itong oso.
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interview of bb (prounced BEE BEE)
host: tell me, bb, bakit ka BB gandanghari? does it stand for anything?
bb: ano ba! bb is short for BINIBINI! like bb. joyce bernal but without the joyce and DEFINITELY without the bernal!
ano daw?
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For the win:
Good job, Manila Bulletin!
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| the death of the national artist award |
[ Saturday
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I thought the arts, OF ALL FIELDS, would be free of PMGA’s obsession for powertripping. Yes she has the prerogative of choosing just as past presidents have, but seriously? SERIOUSLY. Ramon Santos was removed from the shortlist submitted by CCP and NCCA and four were added. How can she put Carlos J. Caparas in the same level as Brocka? He even had the audacity to say that the previously awarded artists are not well-known, and it is his fame that makes this so controversial. PLEASE! He added that F. Sionil Jose is a “sectoral or campus artist... not everyone knows about his work” while “millions of viewers” came to watch his “The Maggie de la Riva Story,” which held the all-time high box office record in 1994. If Mr. Caparas were a true artist, he’d know that real art is not measured by popularity or monetary gain. National Artist for Literature Bien Lumbera’s rebuttal was spot on: “What is the power of Caparas’ art on the consciousness of the masses? His movies were not important.” As for Cecile Alvarez, she founded PETA and for that we don’t question her contribution to the development of a national theatre movement BUT she’s the head of NCCA and the cultural adviser of GMA. Mahiya naman sana siya. There are so many others who deserved that 100, 000 peso prize and 1M project grant, like Dolphy for pioneering Philippine comedy, Ryan Cayabyab for his contributions in OPM, and Bibot Amador. Even if she staged plays in English, she spent her lifetime training theatre artists who went global and/or started their own theatre companies. There’s much more to say but you can check out Inquirer, Star, Sir Dalisay’s blog, and Gibbs Cadiz’s blog for a more comprehensive view. To show my actual support, I attended the “necrological service for the National Artist Award” yesterday, held at the CCP. I made a beeline to my theatre friends where we tied black ribbons to BBQ sticks that later covered the front lawn of CCP. What an overwhelming afternoon. The mere roll call was a miracle: Isabel Diaz, who makes the most beautiful portraits; Carlos Celdran, the “Pied Piper” of Manila; Armida Siguion-Reyna and family; Imee and Irene Marcos, daughters of the original patroness of Philippine art, Imelda (who created this National Artist Award); and actors from every professional theatre company (Rep, Trumpets, Stages, PETA, Tanghalang Pilipino, Dulaang UP). There were directors (Chris Millado, Alex Cortez, Anton Juan, Jose Estrella, Joel Lamangan et al.), stage managers (e.g. Ed Maurillo), writers... It was so exciting to breathe the same air as all these amazing artists, but heartbreaking when we remember why. The program opened with a funeral-like procession of the National Artist seal up the CCP ramp, complete with music and women in black. Bituin Escalante sang the National Anthem, which gave me goosebumps. UP’s Kontra Gapi provided haunting ethnic music that we clapped along to. National Artists for Film and Visual Arts Salvador Bernal and BenCab delivered messages, followed by Renato Lucas playing the cello while the National Artists offered black roses to the funeral wreath. Celeste Legazpi’s represented her father Cesar (National Artist for Visual Arts) by reading a poem about Panday and Pandak (go figure) by (who else?) Vim Nadera. Juana Change performed a hilarious, biting monologue inspired by Cecile Alvarez. Rep. Hontiveros-Baraquel, one of the very few representatives who thinks for herself, spoke about passing a bill on a better, stricter process of choosing our National Artists. National Artist for Literature Virgilio Almario recited a litany that involved a choir response. He was the dean of my college, just retired this year. Whenever I see him in school I get googly-eyed and never say anything. It doesn’t seem enough to say, “Hi Sir”. Parang mas angkop na sabihing, “Magandang umaga po, o pambansang alagad ng sining!” You see, I don’t get starstruck with celebrities like oh, PioloSarahKCRichardRuffaChorvaChenelynYuckZzzzz but put me in front of an artist or a writer and I get hopelessly, helplessly tongue-tied. Por ehemplo I gathered the courage to introduce myself to glass sculptor extraordinaire Ramon Orlina and ended up saying something like, “Hello hi my friend is your daughter Ning she’s my friend yes hi I’m a fan of your work and oh wow hoooooo! I’m starstruck!” He asked, “Oh you’re a friend of Ning ning! What’s your name?” “Um Anna haha” and he shook my hand and said, “LET’S HAVE A PICTURE!” Diyos ko lord ikinahihiya ko yung sarili ko bilang English major! Cheeno and I went up to Jim Paredes as well. He’s so approachable! “What a week for the Philippines,” he said. “It’s so nice to see the Filipinos uniting for a cause like this,” I responded. “Masarap talaga maging Pilipino,” he said with a smile. i will own an orlina one day!
you gave me a reason for my being and i looove what i'm feeeelin' (oh they have a song entitled "ANNA")
The closing remarks were delivered by Bienvenido Lumbera, followed by the emotional move of the National Artists giving up their medals and all the benefits that go with it: 25k a month, health insurance, and getting buried at the Libingan ng mga Bayani. Imagine.
I think being an artist is never about self-expression. That’s just Step 1. Art is about using your talent and skill for something beyond yourself to influence, make people think, contribute to society, challenge, and be a vehicle of change. I respect these National Artists even more for standing up for what they believe in over money and prestige. That, for me, is the mark of a TRUE National Artist.
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| my dad, the Ramon Magsaysay Awardee |
[ Thursday
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A couple of weeks ago, my dad walked into my room at around 10PM with a smile from ear to ear. “There’s something I need to tell you but you can’t tell anyone,” he said.
“Ok, what’s up?”
He sat on my bed and hugged me. “I love you, pangga.”
I was thinking, Mamamatay na ba toh?
“I just got a call that I’m going to be a Ramon Magsaysay Awardee for this year!”
I almost jumped out of my bed. “WOW!! WOW WOW WOW CONGRATS PA!”
“You’re the second person I’m telling. I told Mama because well, she’s my wife. But I wanted to tell you because you’re my soul sister.”
SOUL SISTER AMPUTA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A classic AAO* moment. My dad may be an environmentalist, but a lot of the time he’s more mental than the enviro part. Like most guys, my dad also loves to talk about himself. We call this Good Morning To Myself or GMTM. Due to the RM, the GMTM AAO moments have increased. When we watched the replay of the Ateneo vs. UP game and I remarked, “I still can’t get over it. I can’t believe UP won over Ateneo!” And he said, “Oo nga, LIKE ME! I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE I WON THE RM!”
Okaaaaaaaaay!!!!
Then he went on and picked on Eric Salamat’s surname. “Ngayon lang ako nakakita ng may last name na SALAMAT! What if yung first name niya, WALANG ANUMAN? Tapos yung anak nila, si MARAMING? HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Tapos yung anak ni TY Tang at Eric Salamat si TY SALAMAT! HAHAHAHAHA!!!!” Cue the sound of crickets.
When he’s not being a dork, he’s out saving the Philippines. You can read more about his achievements in the RM page: www.rmaf.org.ph. His profile boasts of his extraordinary pursuits. As a father, he is also anything but ordinary. He taught us to love nature early on by taking us horseback riding up Mt. Maragundon and swimming with sea turtles and little sharks in Bantayan, Cebu. Not a lot of people know this, but he was the first person who believed I could write. When I was about 8 years old, I would write short stories (gone are those days when I could write fiction) and he’d edit them, type them up and print them out. I got thrilled in seeing my stories “published”. To this day, he is still my most valued consultant. Whenever I’m in doubt, my dad sends me e-mails, texts, or little Post-its to give me strength and encouragement. When I thought about shifting to BS Psych because my mom wanted me to be a doctor, he told me I had a gift that I should develop to change minds and touch hearts. In my shows, he cheers loudest, yelling in his deep bass voice, “ANAK KO ‘YAN!” during the curtain call. When I didn’t want to file my LOA for SSEAYP ‘cause I’d be delayed, he told me there was no need to rush education and my sabbatical leave would be one of the best things that would ever happen to me (and it was). During my leave, I went around the Philippines with him (Palawan, Bacolod, Iloilo, Donsol, Cebu, etc.) and worked in his NGO, making us almost inseparable. Kahit 3 ng umaga, ginigising niya ako para magtrabaho! Nakakaloka siya. But I guess that’s passion for you; it knows no time and space.
I refuse to believe that there is no hope for my country and that the Philippines can only be recognized for boxing, our corrupt government, and OFWs. My dad and everything he has done is the inspiration behind everything I do in the fields of theatre, creative writing, and environmental activities. It’s ridiculous how much I love, respect, and admire him. My Tito Boying said you should only marry someone who will match or exceed your father’s achievements. I doubt such a man exists.
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The Ramon Magsaysay Awarding will be in CCP at 4:30 PM, August 31, Monday. It’s open to the public so please go if you’re available. I’ll be there with my friends and family, trying to hold back my tears!
*Antonio A. Oposa Jr.
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| State of the Nanay vs. State of the Nation Address |
[ Monday
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Last week, I attended the State of the Nanay Adress in UP (a spoof of the real SONA) in support of the passage of the Reproductive Health Bill. I was surprised to see they had a set and costumes and confetti! The “staff” held signs that read “PALAKPAK! MAGAGALIT SI MA’AM!” The new PGMA impersonator is much better than Ate Glo. She was introduced as Goria Makasakal Arroyo.
She began by enumerating recent events, such as Pacman winning, MJ dying, and Juday and Ryan getting married ("Congrats Judaiii!). Some of her outstanding plans and programs:
-Outsourcing the Transformers and Optimus Prime for the Department of National Defense (BONGGA!!)
-Making Recto a one-stop shop for fake diplomas/intl. driver's licenses/etc so it'll be easier for OFWs to leave
-Promoting medical tourism by lowering the price of silicone ("AND I WILL BE THE MODEL!")
-Changing the national dance from carinosa to CHA-CHA
-Masahista training to decrease the rate of unemployment
Then a voice over started talking to her. "Goria, goria... Ako ang iyong konsensya." Goria: "MERON PA BA AKO NON?" On to the facts and figures relevant to the RH BIll: -There are 400, 000 induced abortions in the Philippines every year -30% of those who are preggerz are below 18 y.o. -Poverty incidence is higher among BIG families in the Philippines -61% of married women in the Philippines DO NOT want additional children -92% of Filipinos believe in contraception and family planning She said she didn't want to pass the RH Bill because "mawawalan ako ng credibility." Actor: "MERON KA PA BA NON?" The play ended with the mommies dancing to "We Are Family" and Goria declaring that the RH Bill be passed in 20 days. I wanted to smack Lito Atienza for saying "Walang problema sa overpopulation! Marami tayong human resources." And this article on a 9-year-old getting raped and excommunicated really pissed me off as well. This isn't a question of religious beliefs or morality. It's an issue of practicality and applying what best suits our country's needs.
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Today's SONA was an applause festival. 124 times in one hour. It's funny how she would pause to cue applause and the audience would pause for mga 2 seconds before they'd clap. Her teeth and gums are of equal size; it was quite distracting. And can you say... Overbite much? Her eyes kept moving which indicated weakness... She should've looked at one teleprompter per paragraph or memorized it ala Obama. I thank her for the nice roads that lead to Clark/Tarlac/Baguio and the NAIA3. For putting Ace Durano as DOT Secretary. Howeverrrrrr.
There was a lot of talk on economic stability. Saan?! Bakit hindi namin nararamdaman?! Before we can be economically stable, we have to fix the "building blocks" of a nation.
-She talked about employing 100, 000 English teachers. For what? To give Filipinos a fake, annoying American accent for call centers? What about improving our Filipino?! It's our national language and yet we have such little material translated in Filipino.
-How can she say she gives importance to education when a professor in UP with a Ph. D. earns 3, 000 pesos A WEEK? State University na yan ha.
-I don't know what to say about the standardized test for college admissions. We had that before, didn't we? Hmmm. What's with the "two years of pre-university education and three years of university education"? Can someone clarify this for me?
-Improved weather predictions? Kamusta naman last June, with the storm that never came? One Twitter update said horoscopes were more reliable than PAGASA.
-"Those who should be in jail should not threaten it, especially if they have been there." HELLO ERAP!
-"Don't pussyput. Don't say bad words in public." HELLO MAR!
-How funny her comments to the people she would point out. "Good job, Jennifer!" "We love you, Lea!" "Good luck Gigi!" and "Mabuhay ka, Manny!" (San si Jinky?)
-Favorite sentence: "THANK! YOU! CONGRESS!"
-Her plans concerning the environment were so abstract. Where's the action, Madame? She signed EO 774 last December which addresses climate change. Where's the implementation?
GMA could've been a great president. She has education from Assumption, Ateneo (?), UP, and Georgetown. She's hardworking, punctual, and disciplined. She just wasn't ready for that kind of power and she married an idiot.
I'm so ready for 2010. It's time for change. I will not vote for anyone who claims s/he will run because "GOD TOLD ME TO." PGMA said God whispered to her. Look where that got us. My goodness. Anyway, ANC Leadership Forum III tomorrow. Can't wait!
Sources: www.twitter.com/ancalerts, Carlos Celdran's Facebook, Mariel Alfonso, and discussions with my family and friends. Pictures from the State of the Nanay Address from Facebook.
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[ Wednesday
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After 9 months of being an out-of-school youth, I was able to survive my first month of school. (Oh diba, parang nanganak lang.) My living-out-of-a-suitcase gypsy life will resume for a few days next week when I go to Bangkok to deliver a presentation on the status of the environment in the Philippines (wow it sounds so serious naman) and in October, when I fly to Japan for a two-week program, but otherwise I am a full-time BA English Studies major in English language student in UP Diliman. All my classes begin at freakin’ SEVEN IN THE MORNING! Helloooooooooo. I’m not a morning person AT ALL, but my crankiness is appeased because I love my course, my school and learning in general. Like Danni said, “hand of god” talaga na hindi ako pumasa ng BS Psych. I am Chem 16- and Math 17-free! Math-free in general! I doubt I’d look forward to going to school everyday if I had to write lab reports or study theorems.
UP has changed a bit because of the tuition increase. May gate na ang Velasquez at E. Jacinto St.! Na-renovate na ang banyo ng CMC! May Wi-Fi na ang CAL! However, a new breed of freshmen has arrived. The kind that makes their yayas and moms line up during enrollment. One freshman was spotted eating on the AS steps beside her yaya who was holding her food. Whatever happened to a student body from all walks of life?! Hindi nga naglalakad tong mga ‘to eh. Nasan na ang mga graduate ng obscure schools like Mother Goose High School? But anyway, no matter what they do, freshmen will be freshmen. I saw a crowd of freshmen looking for the Arcellana lib standing outside Prof. Garcella’s room, asking each other, “Dito ba tayo manonood ng film?”
I’ve missed the craziness of UP too. All the ‘puCHA PGMA!' 'RAGE AGAINST THE REGIME!' 'COUNTDOWN TO PGMA'S STEPDOWN!’ hullabaloo. I just came from the RH Bill protest earlier today. It’s nice to be around my loud loud blockmates. And the random graffiti. There was invitation on the board to “COME JOIN THE UP EATING GIANTS!” Wtf. My favorite so far is, “Masarap maglakad sa ilalim ng ulan... Hindi nahahalata ang aking mga luha...” A scribble underneath reads: “PATI IHI MO!”
Another major difference is living in UP Village with my cousins and Kuya. Because we live behind Maginhawa St. (a.k.a. row of restaurants) our house is permanently infested with all kinds of gross things. It’s a paragon of all things I ABSOLUTELY HATE: stray cats, dogs that bark and howl at 3 AM, cockroaches, and rats. One morning I walked in the house and saw a cat perched on my brother’s bed, staring at me with its eerie beady eyes. I flattened myself against the door and screamed until the neighbor’s helper whisked it away. UGHHH. The roaches come here to die. I’m not kidding. Araw-araw merong mga nakabaliktad na ipis sa sahig, waiting to be swept outside. FML. I was brainstorming on how to kill our neighbor’s dogs (thank you to all the comments on my Facebook status with the suggestions: peanut butter, ham bones, chocolate, etc.) but I opted for a diplomatic procedure and wrote our neighbor a letter stating that their dogs have caused poor academic performance. HAHA! But heyyy it’s kinda true. It’s not fun to stay awake for an hour listening to them howl when you gotta get up for a 7AM class. They sent a letter of reply saying “Welcome to the village! Please drop by so we can get to know you better.” Dun dun dun...
Another problem about living here is my meal plan. It’s common knowledge that I don’t can’t cook so if Manang Pereg, cook extraordinaire, doesn’t pack anything for me to eat for the week, I starve instead of eating instant/canned food. It’s too expensive to eat out all the time. I wish I had a fairy godmother for domestic needs. Keri lang. The most important thing in my life is wi-fi. That makes all well in this world.
Terms and other changes of the semester:
FOB (Friendship over, bitch) is now FNH (Friendship never happened.). Mas solid.
TTYL (Talk to you later) is now TTYN (Talk to you never). c/o urbandictionary.com
Cheka is now chela. (Mof’s ingenuity.)
Jologs is now grepa (derived from the bankrupt Great Pacific.)
FML (Fuck My Life) is now LML (Love My Life), courtesy of Juancho Borja (2009). It’s time to start thinking positive. Except when your house is a cockroach graveyard.
Watching plays > watching movies. This year I’ve seen I Love You Because, the 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee, The Fantasticks, Zsa Zsa Zaturnnah, Atang (play of the year), a preview of Tick Tick Boom!, and Dead Stars/Sepang Loca. Soon to open are Lulu, Spring Awakening (!!!), and Sweeney Todd (!!!).
Spirituality > religion. I have not been to Catholic mass at all this year but I am more energized and at peace than I’ve ever been. Must be all the yoga and cupcakes I’ve consumed.
Carlos Celdran’s blog (www.carlosceldran.com) is better than Patricia Evangelista’s editorials for commentaries on current events.
Chos is still chos, the word that means nothing but can mean everything. It’s timeless.
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[ Tuesday
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I have found the answer to why we are still a developing country. Kasi mga bata, noong unang panahon, walang ginawa ang ating mga bayani kundi mag Facebook. Parang ngayon.
May inner slut pala si Melchora Aquino! At kamusta naman, badaf pala si Mabini? In na in ang lolo (or lola) mo sa gay lingo. What does TMI mean? Too Much Information?
HAHAHA SISA!!!!
Naging Hayden Kho si Padre Damaso? In an article of Yes! or Ok!, pinakita ang travel scrapbook ni Dra. Vicky Belo at Dr. Hayden Kho. The caption of their picture in Paris says: "Wala ang Eiffle Tower sa tower mo!" Mmmm. I saw him at the Manila Hotel a couple of weeks ago and he does look yummy. I just stared and stared. Ang kinis at ang tangkad niya!
All lifted from www.noypi.me
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| why would anyone want to be a teacher? |
[ Friday
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“You don’t become a teacher because ‘ay wala na kasi po akong mahanap na ibang trabaho’. I became a teacher because I wanted to save the world. Ganon, messianic diba? It doesn’t feel worth it when you get your paycheck. My sisters always ask me, ‘Eh bakit ka pa nagtuturo tapos magrereklamo ka na wala kang pera? You’re so much smarter than that and you can be anywhere in the world!’ And I tell them, ‘Because (in a nasal voice) I LOVE MY COUNTRY!’”
We laugh.
“You’re laughing because I say it that way, but I mean that to the core of my bones. America doesn’t need another teacher with a PhD; they have many of those already... But we do.”
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“I don’t know how to gauge if my students have learned from me. I can only offer you anecdotes. One time, a former student left me a card. It wasn’t even signed; hindi siya sumisipsip or anything. And in deep Tagalog he or she said something like, ‘Hindi po ako makakaalis ng UP na hindi ko masasabi ‘to sa inyo... Noon akala ko wala pong halaga si Shakespeare sa isang anak ng mangingisda mula sa Navotas...’ and I sat there and cried and cried. Just thinking about it again is making me cry. PRICELESS ‘YON. Oh diba parang pang-Mastercard? Priceless. So you may not get paid well, pero pang-Mastercard ang bayad sa ‘yo.”
And we all get secretly weepy inside as well.
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“I will be the first to tell you to go out and get further education elsewhere. If you don’t come back, I won’t look so highly on you but I can’t blame you either.”
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“Whenever there are foreigners who come here, they say, ‘Your students are so good! How can they be so good when you have no money?!’ Aba, showbiz yata tayo dito sa UP! But let me tell you the upside to this no-money business: our lack of resources make us resourceful. And that’s something that we---that you should be proud of.”
Ick, Judy (2009)
English 191
One of the reasons I want to become a teacher is because of professors like Ma'am Ick and the many, many life-changing, inspiring teachers I've had in UP, in CAL, in DECL. They make Beowulf come alive. They make the Norman Conquest of 1066 relevant. They make us see the beauty of syntax, morphology, semantics, and pragmatics. May mga moments na gusto ko nalang tumayo at pumalakpak na dahan-dahan habang nakapikit. With matching shake of head para drama.
Our tuition (SN 06 and below) is about 6, 500 per semester, but you can't put a price on learning, on passion. And especially not on our professors :)
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| spelling bee r-e-p-e-a-t |
[ Tuesday
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Whenever I catch the National Spelling Bee on ESPN, I drop everything and watch. It’s entertaining to watch grade school to middle school students spell all these words I’d never even heard of. They have different tactics: some write the words on their forearm, others whisper the letters, etc. Imagine that turned into a musical. Sounds corny. Dorky. Uninteresting. But the music and lyrics of William Finn breathes a hilarious and exciting life into it.
Atlantis Productions has assembled a cast of veterans to star in The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee. Cathy Azanza is so consistent as Rona Lisa Peretti. She’s invincible on stage. Joel Trinidad fits the role of Vice Principal Douglas Panch perfectly because of his love for literature and SPIT background. I remember in one show of Aladdin, I was doing my homework and Joel was the only other person in the dressing room. “Joel, what does ‘pelagic’ mean?” He paused and said, “Well, pelagic comes from the word archipelago and blah blah blah...” As the kawawa but endearing Olive Ostrovsky is Carla Guevarra. Once she steps on stage in her hunched posture, you can’t help empathize with her from beginning to end. Felix Rivera hits those notes just fine, but he’s a bit too hot to play a boy hitting puberty. Ang laki kasi ng pecs mo, Felix! Nakakadistract! Johann Dela Fuente IS Leaf Coneybear and Pheona IS Logainne Schwartzandgrubenierre (try spelling THAT). She's so adorable. Not jumping up and down about Noel Rayos as Mitch Mahoney; there were some parts where his accent was too strong to the point that I couldn’t understand him. I liked him better as Logainne’s father. Loi and Shiela Martinez replaced Richard and Thea Everly as William Barfee and Marcy Park (my favorite character) respectively. Cool how another married couple replaced the previous married couple. Excellent direction by Bobby Garcia and choreography by Chari Arespacochaga.
Every night the cast has four guest spellers who keep things interesting. Previous guest spellers were Lea Salonga, Menchu Lauchengco-Yulo, Sitti, Miguel Mendoza, Tessa Prieto-Valdez, Noel Trinidad, and Boy Abunda. Other exciting things happen at the Bee, such as this wedding proposal. I'm not a huge fan of public proposals, but you gotta admit this is cute and creative: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rQLtrPMM5kQ The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee is on its last weekend before they make us proud in Singapore. My friend Mae is selling tickets for the last show. DON'T MISS IT!!!! YOU'LL REGRET IT!
Ticket prices:
- Center orchestra - Php 1300
- Side orchestra - Php 1100
- Loge - Php 900
- Loge (Side & back row) - Php 700 (sold out)
- Balcony - Php 500
For reservations, call 0906-3414559 or email snazztastic.schizzle@gmail.com.
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| nano the nanipun |
[ Tuesday
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My little brother’s nickname has evolved from Kiano to Nano to Nanipun. Nanipun was given by Sinta. Reverse it and you get punani, which in Ebonics/AAVE/black-talk means vagina. He is well aware of this and thinks it’s hilarious. He used to call me Tata, but ever since I started calling him Nanipun he coined the nickname TaTITI. What a witty 10-year-old boy.
Over the weekend my dad, Nanipun, and I went to Anilao, Batangas for his check-out dive. We did two dives on Saturday and took a nap after. When he woke up, he had a fever, and bad cough and colds. He looked so kawawa. Almost in tears, he told me, “Ta, this is Kuya Uli’s fault. When he was sick he kept on coughing at me to make me hawa and hugging me and saying, ‘SWINE FLUUUUUUU!’”
Isa pa ‘tong gago.
Instead of diving the next day, we had to go home early. In the car, he said “I’m sorry.”
“Why?”
“‘Cause we can’t dive anymore ‘cause I’m sick.”
“It’s okay. It’s not your fault. It’s your KUYA ULI’S FAULT!”
A large age gap is not an excuse not to be close to your siblings. Uli claims he hasn’t grown up because playing with Nani keeps him childish. Kuya watches his taekwando tournaments. Nani and I always watch movies together. (Our next dates are Up and Ice Age 3.) I help him with his homework when I’m home. He knew some of my secrets long before Uli and Kuya did! When the three of us are out on weekends, he sometimes calls us one by one to ask where we are and what time we’re coming home. My parents don’t but he does.
One day soon he'll find my blog. He already has Facebook and YM so it's only a matter of time. He's not as sweet as he used to be because he's growing up. If he stumbles upon this entry, I want to remind him of the time he was about six years old and we slept beside each other when my parents were abroad.
me: good night nano.
nano: good night tata.
me: i love you infinity.
nano: i love you infinity... plus two.
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Just when I thought I couldn’t collect anymore traffic violations, my car got towed in Makati a couple of days ago. After being a guest speller at a rehearsal of the 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee, I left the building, pressed the TOOT TOOT thing of my keys and did not hear the TOOT TOOT sound. I thought maybe I had just forgotten where I parked (which happens a lot) so I walked up and down the street for a few minutes until I came to the conclusion that my car was gone. Insert all cliches here: my heart raced and I broke into a sweat and there was a lump in my throat. Bottom line: PANIC. WAS IT CARNAPPED WHO DO I TALK TO HOW DOES ONE RECOVER CARNAPPED CARS IN THE PHILIPPINES OF ALL COUNTRIES FUCK MY LIFE 100x. I walked up to those men in yellow and calmly asked, “Nakita niyo po ba yung kotse ko dito?” One answered, “Tingnan mo, nagsusulat sila gamit ng chalk o nagiiwan ng sulat yung pag nagto-tow.” Bobo ba siya? Umuulan kaya!!!!!! So I called Lawyn, who was still in the building. Being the good friend that she is, she went down and helped me figure out what to do. “Ah yun ba yung nakalagay Unibersity of da Pilipins?! Kanina pa yon kinuha! Kasi naman Ma’am, after five pa pwede mag-park dito!”
Okay. In my defense I did not see a NO PARKING sign.
I have parked across Coco Cabana several times before and my car always stayed unscathed.
I finally found the NO PARKING sign that had no “YOU CAN PARK ONLY AFTER FIVE” message on it.
A more reliable MMDA sign would look like this:
Law and I finally got in her car and went in search of Yakal St., where all towed cars are held captive. The first MMDA manong we asked gave us bizarre directions that went something like “Sa dulo kaliwa ka tapos kanan tapos kanan tapos kaliwa tapos yun na yun. Malayo siya sa Buendia.” Law trusted her instincts instead and we ended up on Yakal St. -- the second half. The MMDA "office" was on the OTHER half. And as luck would have it, ONE WAY SIYA. Back to zero. The second MMDA mama we asked said, “KANAN NALANG KAYO SA DULO NG KANTO.” When we got there, there was a NO RIGHT TURN sign. Buang. The third officer we asked said, “U-turn kayo sa intersection ng Ayala at Buendia.” And surprise surprise, it was a NO U-TURN slot. Was he trying to get us caught? My goodness. I propose another MMDA sign:
After forty-five minutes of seeing NO RIGHT TURN NO LEFT TURN NO U-TURN ONE WAY signs, we finally found it.
 towing yet another car
It was like ripping a huge, expensive band-aid. I forked over 1, 000 pesos (500 for the towing fee, 500 for the city ordinance thing) and drove to my cousins' house to eat Ruffles Cheddar and Sour Cream, which is my personal cure to all head and heartaches.
If you know me well or if you've been reading my blog for awhile, you know my usual technique to wiggle out of these situations is crocodile tears. I can usually cry on cue. Hindi ko style mag "lagay" kasi we can't bitch about corruption if we're part of it diba?
That afternoon I didn't cry or use my charm or cleavage to get out of the situation.
As Law and I snaked around the roads of Makati, she made me realize that there was no point in feeling bad. It wasn't gonna help me. I called my ever calm Kuya, the reliable baller Juancho, and pepe Mae. I was texting my life partners Ma and Ding as well. I found reasons to smile. And laugh. I did what I do best: turn any situation (good or bad) into a story.
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Batanes is another one of those geological marvels of the Philippines. It's in the northern-most tip of the archipelago, making it a bit difficult to get to. Most flights going to Basco are very very early in the morning to avoid the strong winds. Ours was something like 4AM. We flew via Zest Air, formerly known as Asian Spirit ("You leave Asia and come back a spirit!"), bought by the company that makes Zesto. They should've stuck to making juice because that was seriously the scariest flight I've ever been on. Medyo death-defying siya. Planes are supposed to like, slide through the runway, not land perpendicularly then move forward!!!!! Diyos ko lord!
Meet my three loving and funny brothers. When you're with them, there is never a dull moment.
Kuya
Uli and his stomach
And (the gay version of) Kiano
Because I am their only sister, they love to take beautiful pictures of me.
Leche.
People always ask me, "What's to do in Batanes?" It's not a party place. It's not adventure-filled unlike CDO or Siargao. It's more of a nature-lover trip, with several types of landscapes.
We went up the famous lighthouse.
Walked along this beach.
Gazed at the view from the top. Very much like Cape Point of Capetown, South Africa.
Sprawling greenery that my parents, Kiano, and Kuya walked while Uli and I stayed put, imagining ourselves rolling down the hills or twirling to the tune of "The Hills are aliiiive with the sound of muuuusic (aaaaah)".
We kept posing with these statues. Then we learned that these people were buried under their sculptures. Oops.
The Ivatans (residents of Batanes) are a highly adaptive people. Our guide told us that until now they are a tight-knit community where everyone has a specific role. For instance, if a family member dies, one group will take care of the funeral, another will take care of the food, and so on and so forth because they believe that families shouldn't do anything but allow themselves to grieve. I love the idea of the Honesty store, wherein there's no saleslady or cashier. All the items are priced and there's a box where you put in your money. Ateneo tried to do this pero nalugi sila ng libo libo sa unang linggo pa lang. Chos.
Since their island is always hit by storms, their houses have walls made of limestone (naturally cool) and are three feet thick. The walls that always face the storms have no windows.
When people saw my pics, several commented something like, "Parang hindi 'to Pilipinas!" Friends, ito ang Pilipinas! We can't generalize and equate the entire country with the pollution-filled cities we live in.
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My friends keep asking me what my next destination is. Answer: UP!
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| ANC leadership forum, part II |
[ Saturday
June 6th, 2009
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Mariel and I headed to UP Diliman’s School of Economics two hours before the 2nd leg of the ANC Leadership Forum began. Couldn’t miss seeing Erap, Legarda, Binay, Lacson, and Fernando live. Then we received word (well, more like an 8-minute statement) that Sen. Lacson is no longer running for president. Though I believe he’s one of the more competent ones in terms of experience, he didn’t have a shot anyway.
Among the candidates, Loren Legarda was the standout. She’s so articulate in both Filipino and English. Tuloy-tuloy magsalita at mag-isip. She’s the ONLY ONE among all those who have been interviewed na may clear vision of what she wants to do. I love that she mentioned how rich our country is in terms of the environment and culture and how we should capitalize on that. “Cultural renaissance,” she called it. She wants to focus on agriculture and education. She said, “Hindi mahirap ang ating bansa pero misallocated, misappropriated, ninanakaw.” This is what Gold and I call a POINT APRUB moment.
Mayor Jejomar Binay’s favorite phrases were, “Kami sa Makati...” and “Sa amin sa Makati...”. He mentioned how he used to have a piggy bank when he was a kid; now he owns a piggery. One of the online comments was something like, “Ruling a city ==/== ruling a country.” True that. Mayor Binay should run for VP first. I don’t see him as our president. He’s open to running for VP naman daw. He thinks the funds should be focused on local government, as opposed to national. Too much corruption goes on in the national level, he said. Things will work faster daw if the money is in the local govt.
I didn’t realize how funny Erap was until this evening. His favorite phrase was, “Kidding aside...” His hair looks so stiff and slick. Hay. He shouldn’t run anymore. I think he’s doing it out of pride because of how he was unjustly treated. But he claims to have forgiven the Arroyo family. Whenever he ran out of time to answer, he’d say, “Sandali lang. Kinukuha ko yung time ni Senator Lacson!” When the audience would clap in the middle of a statement, he would say, “Sandali lang. Let me finish!” with a po-po-po-poker face. According to him he was no real estate left; he’s turned them over to his family corporation which he is no longer a stockholder of.
I have lost all my respect for Mr. Bayani Fernando. First of all, ang sabaw niya sumagot. Ang bagal niya mag-isip. Non-sequitur pa misan.
bayani: I am above the law
cheche: ....
bayani: yes I abide by the law.
cheche: oh I thought you said above.
bayani: ang mga kailangan natin ay nasa harapan lang, galing sa mga nuno natin
Hoy kuya ninuno po.
Sen. Legarda’s and Mayor Binay’s net worth is about 40+ million each while his is... Ready ka na ba... 170+ million!!!!!! I read an online comment na parang, “Wala siyang piggery, pinkery lang.” HAHAHAHAHAHA. Thanks to his steel corporation in cooperation with MMDA and Marikina!!!! And this is the kicker. After the forum ended, he had an entourage of security waiting outside the building: several men dressed in blue on blue motorcycles, at least two back-up vans, and a black car that had BAYANI on the side with the Philippine flag. Okay fine. Then when we were at the Katipunan-C.P. Garcia intersection stoplight, we were all waiting patiently because of the red light and suddenly he and his entourage come zooming by making all the noise for the world to hear with matching blinking red lights.
)(*#$)(*@#$)(#$()@#$**(&!@#!@&!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mr. Fernando, ANG KAPAL NG MUKHA MONG SABIHIN NA GUSTO MONG MAGLINGKOD SA MAMAMAYANG PILIPINO. Simpleng batas ng traffic hindi mo masundan. And to think your people are catching those who commit traffic violations. If anything, you’re supposed to be the first to follow and implement these laws. You don’t have the privilege to break them. Kung hindi mo magawa ang maliit na bagay, then you have absolutely no right to run this country.
Only 150 guests were allowed in the theater. Naloka ako sa student council. Tama ba namang i-announce, “Those who registered by e-mail are considered invalid... We just wanted to gauge how many people wanted to go.” Someone in front of us remarked, “Eh di dapat kinlaro niyo.” O nga naman. The student representative who asked a question gave a like, five minute speech pa about how her question is very relevant ‘cause majority of the voting population is from the youth and how being part of UP and the council is like this and like that and how she’s not a member of the partisan chorva chorva then FINALLY, “And my question is...” She asked (not verbatim), “What are the core qualities you possess that will make you a good president?” At least she followed it up with, “And what programs do you have for the youth?” Ito namang si Loren, sinagot, “My FOUR qualities are...” Ay madame, core po. Binay also enumerated four qualities. Useless din yung next question, “What qualities should a justice (of the Supreme Court) possess?” ANO BA kahit hindi ako presidential candidate masasagot ko ‘yon!!!!! There are soooooooo many more issues that are relevant to the presidency. Good thing ANC’s anchors are intelligent. Cheche Lazaro asked about their stand on the HR bill!
bayani: ah eh natural ways blahblahblahblah so natural ways and have kids you can afford.
binay: freedom of choice... right of birth...
loren: I am anti-abortion but I believe that women should make informed decisions.
erap: sang-ayon ako sa sinabi ni mayor binay at senator legarda. (audience cheers) marami pang dagdag dahil sa aking naging experience.... (audience laughs, remembering his promiscuous ways) ......bilang pangulo. (audience goes wild)
REPLAY OF "COUNTDOWN TO 2010: AN ANC LEADERSHIP FORUM" ON STUDIO 23, JUNE 6, SATURDAY AT 6:00 P.M. AND ABS-CBN ON JUNE 7, SUNDAY AT 10:00 PM
Can’t wait for the next one. Philippine politics is more fun that showbiz! But then again, what’s the difference?!
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P.S.
Mar Roxas went to the Senate with leis of garlic to ward of “Con-asswang.” I’m anti-Con-ass but GARLIC??? SERIOUSLY?????
Seriously.
Hindi na siya Mr. Palengke. Boy Bawang na siya.
Hindi ko ma-take. And this is one man running for president.
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| a "tibak" entry on current events |
[ Wednesday
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Before anything, I would like to share with you a hypothetical situation: what if there was Facebook during Rizal's time? Our feeds page would look something like this:
na-keri niyo ba? thank to kim who forwarded this to me! :)
It's important to read the papers, listen to the radio, and watch TV in order because I believe it is our responsibility to stay informed as citizens of this republic (CHOS!!!!!). No seriously. In high school I was a bit of a ditz, not really caring what goes on but I guess UP and SSEAYP have made me better than way. So let's get started.
Katrina Halili-Hayden Kho Senate hearing
Please enlighten me on why this is a national concern that needs to be aired on national television. In theory, it's supposed to aid legislation but when you have idiots like Bong Revilla and Jamby Madrigal conducting the inquisition, the real issues (women's rights, domestic violence, privacy, etc.) disappeared. Tama ba namang itanong ni Sen. Revilla, "So Dr. Kho kayo pa ba ni Dra. Vicky Belo?"
WHAT??? SERIOUSLY???
I swear, puno ng mga gago ang senado at kongreso! I went to the Congress when they were gonna discuss the RH Bill and it was one of the most disillusioning days of my life. It started on time tapos biglang "The session will now go to recess." Congressmen were texting, sleeping, sitting on the tables while gossiping, talking on the phone... Dapat talaga unicameral nalang.
RH Bill
This needs to be passed ASAP. Tama ba namang sinabi ni DENR Secretary Lito Atienza na, "Walang problema ang maraming tao! There is nothing wrong with overpopulation!" Gago mag-boxing ka nga lang kasama ni Manny. Itong Catholic Church nakikiepal saying they won't grant communion/confession to those who vote yes.
Countdown to May 2010 Elections
Because it's less than a year away, all these politicians and politician wannabes are all trying to outshine and ruin each other. I thoroughly enjoyed the Leadership Forum aired on ANC with all the presidentiables (which is a Filipino-English coinage btw). Isn't it ridiculous that we have, as of now, 11 potential candidates eying the presidency? We have
1) Jejobama who's doing a good job in Makati so he should stick to something like that
2) Bayani Fernando who's using his current position to go national eh parang hello METRO MANILA nga eh! Wtf.
3) Mar Roxas who said "GUTOM TAYO!" as a nation eh puta hindi ka pa yata nagugutom sa buong buhay mo eh. Stop pretending to be masa; you never will be.
4) Atty. Gilbert Teodoro who is potentially the most maayos one in terms of credentials but he's just to pro-admin and needs more exposure.
5) Dick Gordon was an awesome DOT secretary (he started the WOW PHILIPPINES campaign) but I feel that his time has passed. I like him though.
6) Manny Villar. I don't want to believe the double insertion just yet but the relevant question is, "Why build a road when one already exists?" To accommodate his property? I don't know if that makes him a selfish bastard or a brilliant businessman or both.
7) Chiz Escudero may be impressive with his eloquence in both English and Tagalog but what has he really done except... Be in the opposition?
8) Noli de Castro ewan ko sa 'yo
9) Loren Legarda, buti nalang maganda ka or else you'd be irrelevant as well.
10) Ed Panlilio is a hardcore Catholic. Yun lang po.
11) Estrada, pag manalo ka mawawalan na ako ng pag-asa sa bansa.
11. ELEVEN. I wish we had the two-party system here the way America does. At least we'd eliminate nuisance candidates and we'd vote for causes, not personalities. Gets? Like in America, the Democrats are the more liberal ones and the Republicans are more conservative. The issues are clear. Which is why I really like Adel Tamano and Ace Durano, who are advocating for education and local tourism respectively. They have my votes (and I am registered, have been since I turned 18) for senator because I know they won't ask questions like, "So kayo pa ba ni Dra. Vicky Belo?"
Book Blockade
I'll keep this short because I might never end. I am angry that books are being taxed. We are supposed to be exempted from this because we're part of the 1950 Florence Agreement on the Importation of Educational, Scientific and Cultural Materials! But because of the success of Twilight, DOF realized how much money they could be making so that freakin' Undersecretary (and lawyer) Sales released new guidelines. So now "non-educational" books are taxed 5% and "educational" books 1%. How do even define what's educational and what's not? All books are vehicles of knowledge (CHOS LANG)! AND AND AND. RA 8047 or the Book Publishing Industry Development Act of the Philippines was co-written by the DOF Secretary. Ano baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
I love this country but sometimes it just gets disappointing and frustrating.
On lighter matters, I am now enrolled. (Btw di ko gets mga nageenroll na kasama ang yaya or nanay. Ilang taon ka na ano ba.) Like Jono said, I feel like a freshman ready and excited to be a student again. I have awesome subjects (Old English and Medieval Lit... Italian... Stylistics... How to each English in a classroom... Yahoo) and even awesome-er teachers.
And did you realize that 2009 is half way done?
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| a paraiso called Bantayan |
[ Tuesday
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Bantayan is a tiny island north of Cebu. It's not famous, I think, because getting there is quite a journey: an hour plane ride from Manila to Cebu, a 3-hour land trip from the airport to the Hagyana Wharf, and then an hour-and-a-half ferry ride from Hagnaya to Bantayan. During our last trip, the van we rode overheated and we were stranded under the blistering heat beside a chicken farm.
The driver instructs us to walk to the nearby restaurant called Francis. In the provinces their definition of "nearby" is "oh em gee it's so freakin' far and it's so init" for those raised in the city. So we hopped on tricycles and stopped at a carinderia called PRINCESS. Francis.. Princess... Princis... Frinsis?! Unsa man na uy!
We made it to Bantayan after a two-hour delay. Our exhaustion disappeared once we were greeted in the pier by this:
We (Claudine, Mariel, Danni) and I were there for the Final Coordination Meeting for the Global Legal Action on Climate Change. Sounds highfalutin but basically it was a huge environmental event that my dad's team (composed of me and his two assistants haha parang ang laki noh?) organized for a cleaner, greener, and better Philippines. That weekend was beyond awesome. There were representatives from Greenpeace, WWF, Earth Day Network, Foundation for the Philippine Environment, and every region in the Philippines, from Region 1 all the way down to ARMM. There were lawyers and government officials. I could feel the synergy from the room! Everyone shared the same passion (love for the Philippines) but each had a different advocacy: marine life, solid waste management, caves, preservation of the Sierra Madre, wild life documentaries, endangered species, global warming, energy, etc. It's not as boring or serious as it sounds. Especially not when you have Cebu lechon, Coke, and beer waiting for you.
this is why i will never be a vegetarian :| i am salivating again :(
It was also a reunion of the SSEAYP delegates, since we are in this project together. We were supposed to head to the other island but a storm brew so we ended up swimming in front of our house. HEAVY RAINDROPS HURT.
kung may whale shark, meron ding whale human in the form of Ben Kalaw (joke love you so much)
A sandbar formed in front of our house (it wasn't there two years ago!) so we took advantage and did our tiring and undying cartwheel shots and gay jumps.
On our last day we got up at 5AM to feed the barracudas.
After a few minutes in the water, we were attacked by invisible monsters (which were apparently shrimp larvae!). Our bodies were COVERED in ANGRY RED MARKS.
me and ding hanging on for our lives
My dad was like, "HAHAHAHA I WON'T JUMP IN THE WATER NA! BUTI NALANG HINDI PA AKO TUMATALON!" Us: :| :| "So what lesson can we learn from this?" he asked. "Oh I don't know... Make your daughter and her friends jump in before you do so you don't get bitten?!" I said. ACCCCK. Never mess with the sea after a storm. It changes everything. (And we didn't get to feed the barracudas. Mofo.)
itching from head to toe (literally i swear)
I've been going to Bantayan since I was a little girl (there wasn't even electricity then!) so I grew up with an illusion that all beaches in the Philippines looked as beautiful as Bantayan. And then I was introduced to Puerto Azul, Punta Fuego, and Caylabne and my cookie crumbled. Haha. It was in Bantayan where I learned how to swim with tiny sharks, sea turtles, feed fish from my hands, snorkel, and appreciate how beautiful the Philippines can be. Waking up and seeing our front yard is something I could never get tired of. 'Til next year! :)
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