That's all folks. I'll be writing next week.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Strictly Photos
Because it is December and things are bright and gay, for a change I've decided to post photos. Just photos.
Sinigang na Isda
Chicken Inasal. Yum!
Chicharon!
Biscocho. Piaya. Pinasugbo.
Pinamalhan nga Lupuy. Cooking Lupuy the traditional way.
Kinilaw na labanos. Radish salad anyone?
Singkamas and Naranghita.
That's all folks. I'll be writing next week.
That's all folks. I'll be writing next week.
Sunday, December 04, 2011
Of Indigenous Peoples: Getting to Know the Ati's of Nagpana
Last week was a frenzy.
In the midst of everything, visits to the doctor, the endless readings and the writing of the Panay-Bukidnon claimbook, I took the time out to visit Nagpana, Barotac Viejo. It was their Pag-uli Tingob Festival. Nagpana is the home of one of the indigenous peoples' in the country, the Aetas.
The Ati's performing their native dance.
The place was beautiful. The people were friendly and accomodating. Lush vegetation covers the area. It was a feast for the eyes and soul. I've always been interested to write an ethnography about the indigenous peoples in the country. I've taught at the university for ten years. Academic experience is great. You learn a lot of paradigms and theories inside the four walls of the classroom but then theories are best when they are applied in real life situations. I am thankful and honored for the opportunity to be able to share and use my knowledge to help give the IPs what was righfully their own in the first place, their ancestral lands. For each paragraph that I write and each chapter that I finish,I do it with passion and love. Not because of anything else but more so because of the idea that this is a landmark step for the IPs towards the realization of their right to self-determination. The granting of the title of their ancestral lands would be written in the pages of Philippine history. It is a legacy that would be passed to the generations of IPs.
At Nagpana. Simply beautiful.
Kagang as they call it. This was taken at the nearby river.
In the Philippines, indigenous peoples’ communities are to be found in the interiors of Luzon, Mindanao, and some islands of Visayas. They either withdrew to the hinterlands in the face of colonization or they stood their ground successfully and have maintained a close link to their ancestral past. These communities comprise a diverse collection of more than forty ethno-linguistic groups, each with a distinct language and culture. The indigenous peoples continued to live in their relatively isolated, self-sufficient communities, at the time when most lowland communities had already been integrated into a single colony under Spain in the 1700s and 1800s. They were able to preserve their culture and traditions as reflected in their communal views on land, rituals, songs, dances and folklore.
The little boy who took my heart away.
Mass wedding of Atis.
Uprooting indigenous peoples from their land denies them their right to life and identity. This is also to say that they have continuously related to and established the environment they are in as the material basis of their existence.
Land is a central issue to indigenous peoples because it defines their very existence. For the IPs, their ancestral lands are not just a physical manifestation of their presence, not just a material base but most importantly, their lands are sources of collective memories of their history and culture. It makes their ancestral domain a cultural and spiritual link to the living and their dead. Hence, in this context, as seen in the eyes of the indigenous peoples, ancestral domains are sacred.
Through the years, they have survived as they have striven to maintain the cultural integrity that makes them different while adapting ingeniously to the changing conditions around them.
Shy but smiling. A young mother and her kids.
Simply beautiful. The water was inviting.
Native food. ( At the background, these are the members of the TSK, an NGO.)
Currently, the population profile of indigenous peoples of Regions VI, VII and VIII showed that there is a total of 62, 099 IPs in Iloilo , located within twenty two municipalities of the province.
I will be back at the community soon to write an ethnography about them. I know it's going to be an enlightening, fulfilling and interesting stay.
In the midst of everything, visits to the doctor, the endless readings and the writing of the Panay-Bukidnon claimbook, I took the time out to visit Nagpana, Barotac Viejo. It was their Pag-uli Tingob Festival. Nagpana is the home of one of the indigenous peoples' in the country, the Aetas.
The place was beautiful. The people were friendly and accomodating. Lush vegetation covers the area. It was a feast for the eyes and soul. I've always been interested to write an ethnography about the indigenous peoples in the country. I've taught at the university for ten years. Academic experience is great. You learn a lot of paradigms and theories inside the four walls of the classroom but then theories are best when they are applied in real life situations. I am thankful and honored for the opportunity to be able to share and use my knowledge to help give the IPs what was righfully their own in the first place, their ancestral lands. For each paragraph that I write and each chapter that I finish,I do it with passion and love. Not because of anything else but more so because of the idea that this is a landmark step for the IPs towards the realization of their right to self-determination. The granting of the title of their ancestral lands would be written in the pages of Philippine history. It is a legacy that would be passed to the generations of IPs.
In the Philippines, indigenous peoples’ communities are to be found in the interiors of Luzon, Mindanao, and some islands of Visayas. They either withdrew to the hinterlands in the face of colonization or they stood their ground successfully and have maintained a close link to their ancestral past. These communities comprise a diverse collection of more than forty ethno-linguistic groups, each with a distinct language and culture. The indigenous peoples continued to live in their relatively isolated, self-sufficient communities, at the time when most lowland communities had already been integrated into a single colony under Spain in the 1700s and 1800s. They were able to preserve their culture and traditions as reflected in their communal views on land, rituals, songs, dances and folklore.
Uprooting indigenous peoples from their land denies them their right to life and identity. This is also to say that they have continuously related to and established the environment they are in as the material basis of their existence.
Land is a central issue to indigenous peoples because it defines their very existence. For the IPs, their ancestral lands are not just a physical manifestation of their presence, not just a material base but most importantly, their lands are sources of collective memories of their history and culture. It makes their ancestral domain a cultural and spiritual link to the living and their dead. Hence, in this context, as seen in the eyes of the indigenous peoples, ancestral domains are sacred.
Through the years, they have survived as they have striven to maintain the cultural integrity that makes them different while adapting ingeniously to the changing conditions around them.
Currently, the population profile of indigenous peoples of Regions VI, VII and VIII showed that there is a total of 62, 099 IPs in Iloilo , located within twenty two municipalities of the province.
I will be back at the community soon to write an ethnography about them. I know it's going to be an enlightening, fulfilling and interesting stay.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Of Prednisone, Filipinos and Hygiene
My face looks like a moon today, full moon to be exact.
Lately I’m taking steroids, 30 mg everyday of prednisone, one for breakfast and the other for supper. I really don’t like it for so many reasons but I gotta have it. If given a choice, I won’t take it. It is a corticosteroid drug that prevents the release of substances in the body that cause inflammation. Prednisone is used to treat many different conditions such as allergic disorders, skin conditions, or breathing disorders and a whole lot more.
I’m not a doctor. Now I really wish I pursued my dreams of becoming one.
Slightly full moon face. Three days before the prednisone but already taking the turbuhaler.
I have a bad case of asthma attacks lately and I was told by my doc that if by Saturday I'm not showing any improvements, I will be be admitted to the hospital. That scares me a lot. Right now, I'm trying to be a good girl diligently taking my meds, just to avoid all sorts of trips to the hospital. Changes in the Philippine weather makes me think that my fellow asthma gang out there is definitely having a bad time breathing like this woman here. I was actually laughing when I heard what the anchorman said at the news this morning. He said that the weather changes so often these days, one minute it’s raining and then the next time you know, the sun is already shining. Filipinos might end up crazy soon. He was quick to ask the question as to how pinoys with asthma were faring these days.
I literally raised my hands and feet.
Christmas is supposedly around the corner but the extreme heat we’re having makes me think we’re not doing justice to the idea of cold Christmas mornings. Sigh. And yes, I think that deadline at the office a week ago officially did it to me. Stress is really bad for one’s health.And yes, I have tonsilities, too.
My doctor gave me a week on pred. This explains the moon face that I’m currently sporting and I’m not proud of it. But since it is here to stay or two weeks or so, I might as well deal with it. This is my second day but I already transformed myself beautifully into a full moon.
My face beams like no other. It is pinkish,smooth and soft but yes, I still look like a moon. The fluid retention and weight gain that comes as one of the side effects of taking pred is scaring me. When the doctor told me he’s going to put me on prednisone, I am sure my asthma attack is that bad. I don’t like taking it, for one, it gives me a very bad case of heartburn. I feel like my chest is being lit by gazillions of matches altogether creating a wonderful bonfire. Yes, lately I’ve made it a habit to chug a liter of water in a matter of an hour and make frequent trips to the bathroom, of course.
Life under prednisone is not easy.
Second, the fluid retention and weight gain is frustrating. It would have been okay if the weight gain is distributed evenly throughout the body but for reasons I don’t know, the weight seems to accumulate more on thy face. Thus today, I feel like an enormous moon basking its glory under the dark sky. Well at least, I get to feel how it is to be a moon, right? (Positive thinking sometimes helps a lot.)
Third, there’s the craving. I don’t know why but one of the side effects of taking this steroid is that I seem to be hungry throughout the day. When asthma attacks set in, no processed food for me. No sugars. No fats. Not too much sodium. It’s okay with me. I’m not so much with sweets and processed foods anyway. I’ve already made a lifestyle change many years ago. I’m no die hard health nut but I take good care of my body. I do exercise. I’ve taken a good liking with taebo, everyday, except on Sundays, I sweat the toxins from my body through taebo.
I am a goat.
I eat vegetables like my life depends on it. I’m a vegetable lover and a certified green smoothie diva. But I like meat, too though not on everyday basis. Maybe once or twice a week is enough. To settle my cravings and hunger pangs as side effects, I’ve hoarded fruits and veggies like next week is the end of the world. Hoarding dark chocolates is tempting. Very tempting but I’ve always reserved this treat once a month, that is, during my monthly period. A bar or two is enough once a month.
With all these talks about food, I am thinking what is the standard Filipino diet.
Is it still rice and fish? And on the way throw in some nice vegetables to complement the thought. Being close to the Pacific ocean and being surrounded by bodies of water, it is not questionable that rice and fish may have been the standard Filipino diet. But with the changes through the years, is it still rice and fish? I, for one, can’t live without rice. No matter what they say about rice as too heavy for the stomach to be eaten three times a day (notwithstanding the idea that some Filipinos do eat rice with viand as a form of snack), I am still a Filipino through and through.
I want my rice. Period.
It’s okay if I can’t eat it three times a day like what I’m doing now. But at least once a day say breakfast or lunch, I should have it. The idea of not eating rice once a day is enough to make me delirious. You have taken one precious part of my life if you do that. Eating rice and fish brings happy memories of family meals. A friend of mine told me that when she went to Germany to study, one of their German friends told them that they seem to identify the smell of the Filipinos akin to a fish.
I don’t know if that is racist or what.
If I will believe what they say about Africans having that distinct smell or Koreans having that distinct smell then I might believe them that Filipinos do smell like fish. But through the years, I’ve met a considerable number of Koreans in the Philippines and a number of Africans who belong to different nationalities and I can say that it doesn’t hold any water. Some might smell but some don’t. I think it holds true to every nationality regardless of your color and affinity. Maybe it has something to do with what a person eats, maybe hygiene or maybe it has something to do with preconceive notions of certain groups of people. I don’t know
So, do Filipinos smell like fish?
I do especially when I’ve just finished eating some grilled tuna with lemon and soy sauce. Of course those are the moments that I literally don’t mind it. Otherwise, I smell good. I take a bath twice a day. Sometimes, three times a day. Spaniards three centuries ago made some interesting comments about us pinoys. Philippine settlements during the Spanish period are riverine in orientation, water is not a problem. Spanish chroniclers and historians noticed that Filipinos take a bath frequently especially if the scorching heat of the sun is too much to bear. Filipinos take pride in their hygiene.
Believe me, not much has changed.
Now, I really don’t know why I started with prednisone, then went on describing my diet and end up talking about our hygiene. I’ve read that some of the side effects of taking prednisone is nausea, heartburn, insomnia and mood swings. Sad to say, I have all of them. I was crabby the other night to someone and literally just shut off my system. I feel like an owl. I slept at the wee hours of morning and I feel like vomiting and my chest burns like hell. Sigh. After this episode, I will get back on the right track of living the good and healthy lifestyle. That definitely means no stress at work.
I may have written something that is out of sorts tonight, (Look at my train of thought) but I’m happy to say I feel better after writing this. Yay! I am positive that when I get back to my doctor this Saturday, he will be so generous and kind enough to let me get off this drug. I know I will get well soon and after that, I’m going to see a homeopathy doctor. Practice healthy living. Enjoy the sun. Have fun with my family. Hug and kiss the people that I love. I prefer alternative ways of dealing with things.
Now let me get myself some milk and start counting the lizards inside my room.
Lately I’m taking steroids, 30 mg everyday of prednisone, one for breakfast and the other for supper. I really don’t like it for so many reasons but I gotta have it. If given a choice, I won’t take it. It is a corticosteroid drug that prevents the release of substances in the body that cause inflammation. Prednisone is used to treat many different conditions such as allergic disorders, skin conditions, or breathing disorders and a whole lot more.
I’m not a doctor. Now I really wish I pursued my dreams of becoming one.
Slightly full moon face. Three days before the prednisone but already taking the turbuhaler.
I have a bad case of asthma attacks lately and I was told by my doc that if by Saturday I'm not showing any improvements, I will be be admitted to the hospital. That scares me a lot. Right now, I'm trying to be a good girl diligently taking my meds, just to avoid all sorts of trips to the hospital. Changes in the Philippine weather makes me think that my fellow asthma gang out there is definitely having a bad time breathing like this woman here. I was actually laughing when I heard what the anchorman said at the news this morning. He said that the weather changes so often these days, one minute it’s raining and then the next time you know, the sun is already shining. Filipinos might end up crazy soon. He was quick to ask the question as to how pinoys with asthma were faring these days.
I literally raised my hands and feet.
Christmas is supposedly around the corner but the extreme heat we’re having makes me think we’re not doing justice to the idea of cold Christmas mornings. Sigh. And yes, I think that deadline at the office a week ago officially did it to me. Stress is really bad for one’s health.And yes, I have tonsilities, too.
My doctor gave me a week on pred. This explains the moon face that I’m currently sporting and I’m not proud of it. But since it is here to stay or two weeks or so, I might as well deal with it. This is my second day but I already transformed myself beautifully into a full moon.
My face beams like no other. It is pinkish,smooth and soft but yes, I still look like a moon. The fluid retention and weight gain that comes as one of the side effects of taking pred is scaring me. When the doctor told me he’s going to put me on prednisone, I am sure my asthma attack is that bad. I don’t like taking it, for one, it gives me a very bad case of heartburn. I feel like my chest is being lit by gazillions of matches altogether creating a wonderful bonfire. Yes, lately I’ve made it a habit to chug a liter of water in a matter of an hour and make frequent trips to the bathroom, of course.
Life under prednisone is not easy.
Second, the fluid retention and weight gain is frustrating. It would have been okay if the weight gain is distributed evenly throughout the body but for reasons I don’t know, the weight seems to accumulate more on thy face. Thus today, I feel like an enormous moon basking its glory under the dark sky. Well at least, I get to feel how it is to be a moon, right? (Positive thinking sometimes helps a lot.)
Third, there’s the craving. I don’t know why but one of the side effects of taking this steroid is that I seem to be hungry throughout the day. When asthma attacks set in, no processed food for me. No sugars. No fats. Not too much sodium. It’s okay with me. I’m not so much with sweets and processed foods anyway. I’ve already made a lifestyle change many years ago. I’m no die hard health nut but I take good care of my body. I do exercise. I’ve taken a good liking with taebo, everyday, except on Sundays, I sweat the toxins from my body through taebo.
I am a goat.
I eat vegetables like my life depends on it. I’m a vegetable lover and a certified green smoothie diva. But I like meat, too though not on everyday basis. Maybe once or twice a week is enough. To settle my cravings and hunger pangs as side effects, I’ve hoarded fruits and veggies like next week is the end of the world. Hoarding dark chocolates is tempting. Very tempting but I’ve always reserved this treat once a month, that is, during my monthly period. A bar or two is enough once a month.
With all these talks about food, I am thinking what is the standard Filipino diet.
Is it still rice and fish? And on the way throw in some nice vegetables to complement the thought. Being close to the Pacific ocean and being surrounded by bodies of water, it is not questionable that rice and fish may have been the standard Filipino diet. But with the changes through the years, is it still rice and fish? I, for one, can’t live without rice. No matter what they say about rice as too heavy for the stomach to be eaten three times a day (notwithstanding the idea that some Filipinos do eat rice with viand as a form of snack), I am still a Filipino through and through.
I want my rice. Period.
It’s okay if I can’t eat it three times a day like what I’m doing now. But at least once a day say breakfast or lunch, I should have it. The idea of not eating rice once a day is enough to make me delirious. You have taken one precious part of my life if you do that. Eating rice and fish brings happy memories of family meals. A friend of mine told me that when she went to Germany to study, one of their German friends told them that they seem to identify the smell of the Filipinos akin to a fish.
I don’t know if that is racist or what.
If I will believe what they say about Africans having that distinct smell or Koreans having that distinct smell then I might believe them that Filipinos do smell like fish. But through the years, I’ve met a considerable number of Koreans in the Philippines and a number of Africans who belong to different nationalities and I can say that it doesn’t hold any water. Some might smell but some don’t. I think it holds true to every nationality regardless of your color and affinity. Maybe it has something to do with what a person eats, maybe hygiene or maybe it has something to do with preconceive notions of certain groups of people. I don’t know
So, do Filipinos smell like fish?
I do especially when I’ve just finished eating some grilled tuna with lemon and soy sauce. Of course those are the moments that I literally don’t mind it. Otherwise, I smell good. I take a bath twice a day. Sometimes, three times a day. Spaniards three centuries ago made some interesting comments about us pinoys. Philippine settlements during the Spanish period are riverine in orientation, water is not a problem. Spanish chroniclers and historians noticed that Filipinos take a bath frequently especially if the scorching heat of the sun is too much to bear. Filipinos take pride in their hygiene.
Believe me, not much has changed.
Now, I really don’t know why I started with prednisone, then went on describing my diet and end up talking about our hygiene. I’ve read that some of the side effects of taking prednisone is nausea, heartburn, insomnia and mood swings. Sad to say, I have all of them. I was crabby the other night to someone and literally just shut off my system. I feel like an owl. I slept at the wee hours of morning and I feel like vomiting and my chest burns like hell. Sigh. After this episode, I will get back on the right track of living the good and healthy lifestyle. That definitely means no stress at work.
I may have written something that is out of sorts tonight, (Look at my train of thought) but I’m happy to say I feel better after writing this. Yay! I am positive that when I get back to my doctor this Saturday, he will be so generous and kind enough to let me get off this drug. I know I will get well soon and after that, I’m going to see a homeopathy doctor. Practice healthy living. Enjoy the sun. Have fun with my family. Hug and kiss the people that I love. I prefer alternative ways of dealing with things.
Now let me get myself some milk and start counting the lizards inside my room.
Sunday, September 04, 2011
All The Single Ladies
Lately everybody, I think, is busy getting married except me.
I’ve made invitations, helped bake a wedding cake, be the events coordinator of my friends' weddings, shared good natured jokes about married life with them. And as always, when everything turns to the idea of how happy it is to be married to the person you love, they turn to me and ask me, so Joyce what are you waiting for? When are you getting married?
That question is no stranger to me anymore.
Í already have the date of my wedding, it will be a Sunday affair, 6p.m. Year is yet to be determined. Now all I have to do is find myself a groom.
If I could just choose the man of my dreams and haul him straight to the altar without him filing a case of kidnapping against me, I would gladly say, I found the one. I would gladly do it, with much gusto in fact!
The only problem is I still haven’t purchase a reliable baseball bat to use for my prospective groom. Just so when he happens to pass right before my nose, I can just weld my mighty baseball bat and strike the living daylights out of him. Drag him to the altar and get married. When he wakes up, he doesn’t have any choice but to accept his faith and love me until thy kingdom comes.
My love story would be an adventure for sure.
I met with a girlfriend yesterday and she was “mourning” the same funny problem as mine. We were amused about it. It seems like everybody is concerned of finding the right man for us. The only thing left that they haven't done is to put us in the marriage market in the literal sense of the word. In the Philippine society, when a woman reaches the age of 30, it is as if it is the time to send her to an emergency room. Time is ticking and she should find herself a husband.
If this was Spanish or American period in the Philippines, I am so sure that by the time I have reached the age of 25 then, I would be called a spinster. But at least they are now more forgiving with single ladies. This time at least when it is thirty years old. When you reach the proverbial thirty something, some people will undoubtedly ask you why aren’t you married at this age. Sometimes, I find it funny that many of my single friends share the same sentiments and funny stories as mine.
On occasions like weddings and baptisms or any family gathering for that matter, mark my word, someone is bound to ask you the question why aren’t you married yet. Our society seems to follow a sort of check list in order to belong to it. We were born first, then we reach puberty, adulthood, then it is expected that we get married. We have to leave a legacy in this world so we have children . And then, we die. (Okay, I sound so morbid with the last one, I know.) We have to follow those stages. It’s the natural order of things as some people would say. It’s a step by step process that society expects for us to follow.
When you’re single in a society that dictates double, sometimes things get nasty or yes, funny.
On gatherings such as weddings, birthdays and what have you, single ladies are almost readily paired with available single men. The son of a friend, the son of a neighbor, the cousin of a friend and so on. Sometimes, without being asked whether they would like to be paired at all. Believe me through the years, I’ve ALMOST memorize the lines before my relatives could even pair me with one. I really dont take it personally because their intentions might be for my own good but it still amuses me at no end. And by the way, if it’s any consolation, ALL my unmarried girlfriends have experienced the same thing one time or another.
Eventually, it has become a constant source of joke among ourselves.
The world is so busy finding the right man for us while we are so busy exploring earth and the universe beyond. I’m perfectly fine with being single just as I’m perfectly fine with being in a relationship. I know my time hasn’t come yet. There are adventures to experience and new horizons to discover. Earth is such a wonderful place despite of everything. One look at the sunrise makes me marvel about the beauty of our existence.
Yes, I am so busy appreciating life.
I’m never bored being single. Not once did it become my problem. Of course, I enjoy the company of a man and also develop interest in the male specie. Why not? the male species are fascinating albeit complicated sometimes. But to say I’m suicidal because I just turned 32 and unmarried? No sir, I am not. It will come in its own sweet time.
I really don't know.
Maybe tomorrow, next week, next year or maybe in the next five years or maybe ten years. Only God knows. But it will surely come. Period. For the meantime, society should stop expecting that I will go out of my way and hunt for the man of my dreams. He will come. In the right time, he will be there. And as what I jokingly tell my single girlfriends always, God provides. Ask and it will be given.
Being married is a blessing just as being single is also a gift.
I’ve made invitations, helped bake a wedding cake, be the events coordinator of my friends' weddings, shared good natured jokes about married life with them. And as always, when everything turns to the idea of how happy it is to be married to the person you love, they turn to me and ask me, so Joyce what are you waiting for? When are you getting married?
That question is no stranger to me anymore.
Í already have the date of my wedding, it will be a Sunday affair, 6p.m. Year is yet to be determined. Now all I have to do is find myself a groom.
If I could just choose the man of my dreams and haul him straight to the altar without him filing a case of kidnapping against me, I would gladly say, I found the one. I would gladly do it, with much gusto in fact!
The only problem is I still haven’t purchase a reliable baseball bat to use for my prospective groom. Just so when he happens to pass right before my nose, I can just weld my mighty baseball bat and strike the living daylights out of him. Drag him to the altar and get married. When he wakes up, he doesn’t have any choice but to accept his faith and love me until thy kingdom comes.
My love story would be an adventure for sure.
I met with a girlfriend yesterday and she was “mourning” the same funny problem as mine. We were amused about it. It seems like everybody is concerned of finding the right man for us. The only thing left that they haven't done is to put us in the marriage market in the literal sense of the word. In the Philippine society, when a woman reaches the age of 30, it is as if it is the time to send her to an emergency room. Time is ticking and she should find herself a husband.
If this was Spanish or American period in the Philippines, I am so sure that by the time I have reached the age of 25 then, I would be called a spinster. But at least they are now more forgiving with single ladies. This time at least when it is thirty years old. When you reach the proverbial thirty something, some people will undoubtedly ask you why aren’t you married at this age. Sometimes, I find it funny that many of my single friends share the same sentiments and funny stories as mine.
On occasions like weddings and baptisms or any family gathering for that matter, mark my word, someone is bound to ask you the question why aren’t you married yet. Our society seems to follow a sort of check list in order to belong to it. We were born first, then we reach puberty, adulthood, then it is expected that we get married. We have to leave a legacy in this world so we have children . And then, we die. (Okay, I sound so morbid with the last one, I know.) We have to follow those stages. It’s the natural order of things as some people would say. It’s a step by step process that society expects for us to follow.
When you’re single in a society that dictates double, sometimes things get nasty or yes, funny.
On gatherings such as weddings, birthdays and what have you, single ladies are almost readily paired with available single men. The son of a friend, the son of a neighbor, the cousin of a friend and so on. Sometimes, without being asked whether they would like to be paired at all. Believe me through the years, I’ve ALMOST memorize the lines before my relatives could even pair me with one. I really dont take it personally because their intentions might be for my own good but it still amuses me at no end. And by the way, if it’s any consolation, ALL my unmarried girlfriends have experienced the same thing one time or another.
Eventually, it has become a constant source of joke among ourselves.
The world is so busy finding the right man for us while we are so busy exploring earth and the universe beyond. I’m perfectly fine with being single just as I’m perfectly fine with being in a relationship. I know my time hasn’t come yet. There are adventures to experience and new horizons to discover. Earth is such a wonderful place despite of everything. One look at the sunrise makes me marvel about the beauty of our existence.
Yes, I am so busy appreciating life.
I’m never bored being single. Not once did it become my problem. Of course, I enjoy the company of a man and also develop interest in the male specie. Why not? the male species are fascinating albeit complicated sometimes. But to say I’m suicidal because I just turned 32 and unmarried? No sir, I am not. It will come in its own sweet time.
I really don't know.
Maybe tomorrow, next week, next year or maybe in the next five years or maybe ten years. Only God knows. But it will surely come. Period. For the meantime, society should stop expecting that I will go out of my way and hunt for the man of my dreams. He will come. In the right time, he will be there. And as what I jokingly tell my single girlfriends always, God provides. Ask and it will be given.
Being married is a blessing just as being single is also a gift.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
You Can Do It!
I have good news and bad news. Which one do you like first?
No one is coming.
That's both good news and bad news, rolled into one. It sounds dismal but true. Sometimes, all we can really do is to help ourselves rather than wait for someone to come and rescue us. We can choose to wallow in misery, in fear or in loneliness or we can choose to motivate ourselves to do what is needed to be done.
I’ve told myself the same things last night. All those you can do it woman stuff that I’ve often used when I’m about to chicken out with something. It’s true that sometimes, no one is coming. In this case, the only person who can motivate yourself is no other than your beloved self. YOU.
After all, you are your own best friend.
It’s not being narcissistic rather it’s an antidote to fear. It’s not true that in times of trouble, we are alone. The whole world might leave you but no, Someone is definitely watching over us, and yes, you have yourself, too. If nobody comes and rescue you, I believe the only thing left for you to do is to rescue your own self. You are your own knight in shining armour.
Just get your butt moving. Exercise your body and mind. Just move and do the thing you ought to do. And just what Alanis Morisette in her song says, “ Everything's gonna be fine, fine, fine.”
And with that, all the positive vibes comes to you. They come with such a great force that you can begin to imagine yourself literally hauling a huge boulder down the cliff. Alone. (Okay, maybe too much but a woman can always try her best!)
Time won’t wait for you as you sit and mope over your latest disappointment in life, fact is, time will fly. Rather than get stuck somewhere between the stratosphere and ionosphere, why not just get up and kick your own butt.
One of the greatest lessons I’ve ever learned in this lifetime is that, you can pray and pray all you want and do nothing. Or you can pray for guidance and then do what you gotta do. Even if your knees are shaking, just do it. That way something gets done. One step at a time or you can run as much as you want. Whatever floats your boat. Sometimes we human beings are funny. There are times that sadness, loneliness and fear paralyze us until we can’t even begin to distinguish an apple from mango.
It’s not healthy.
In life, sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. It’s a fact. You don’t win everyday. And we can always take comfort and wisdom from the idea that there are no mistakes, only lessons learned. Despite of everything, life is good.
So now, if you’ll excuse me please, I’m going to the coffee shop and buy my beautiful self some green tea and cinnamon rolls to go.
Feel free to join me.
No one is coming.
That's both good news and bad news, rolled into one. It sounds dismal but true. Sometimes, all we can really do is to help ourselves rather than wait for someone to come and rescue us. We can choose to wallow in misery, in fear or in loneliness or we can choose to motivate ourselves to do what is needed to be done.
I’ve told myself the same things last night. All those you can do it woman stuff that I’ve often used when I’m about to chicken out with something. It’s true that sometimes, no one is coming. In this case, the only person who can motivate yourself is no other than your beloved self. YOU.
After all, you are your own best friend.
It’s not being narcissistic rather it’s an antidote to fear. It’s not true that in times of trouble, we are alone. The whole world might leave you but no, Someone is definitely watching over us, and yes, you have yourself, too. If nobody comes and rescue you, I believe the only thing left for you to do is to rescue your own self. You are your own knight in shining armour.
Just get your butt moving. Exercise your body and mind. Just move and do the thing you ought to do. And just what Alanis Morisette in her song says, “ Everything's gonna be fine, fine, fine.”
And with that, all the positive vibes comes to you. They come with such a great force that you can begin to imagine yourself literally hauling a huge boulder down the cliff. Alone. (Okay, maybe too much but a woman can always try her best!)
Time won’t wait for you as you sit and mope over your latest disappointment in life, fact is, time will fly. Rather than get stuck somewhere between the stratosphere and ionosphere, why not just get up and kick your own butt.
One of the greatest lessons I’ve ever learned in this lifetime is that, you can pray and pray all you want and do nothing. Or you can pray for guidance and then do what you gotta do. Even if your knees are shaking, just do it. That way something gets done. One step at a time or you can run as much as you want. Whatever floats your boat. Sometimes we human beings are funny. There are times that sadness, loneliness and fear paralyze us until we can’t even begin to distinguish an apple from mango.
It’s not healthy.
In life, sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. It’s a fact. You don’t win everyday. And we can always take comfort and wisdom from the idea that there are no mistakes, only lessons learned. Despite of everything, life is good.
So now, if you’ll excuse me please, I’m going to the coffee shop and buy my beautiful self some green tea and cinnamon rolls to go.
Feel free to join me.
Friday, August 05, 2011
Videoke, Cinnamon Rolls and Tutti Frutti
Filipinos are avid fans of videoke.
Life’s misery fades away as we firmly take hold of the microphone. As if poise to take flight, we brace ourselves with the first lyrics that come into view. Then we sing like rock stars, pop princesses, R and B singers and what have you. (Do they have Kundimans in videoke bars? Just asking.) We give it to them like a pro. Doesn’t matter really if some of us sing like frogs. When it comes to videoke, it’s the passion, not the voice that counts.
Filipinos are so fond of singing and it goes to say that fiestas, baptisms, or gatherings of any sort (except burial)are not complete without singing showdown. Even roadside eateries in the country compete with each other everyday in attracting customers. You can rent one or buy one. Videoke as I've known is best when shared with family and friends. Everybody gets the chance to show their singing prowess. Never mind if together we sometimes really do sound like frogs having a feast after a series of rainy days and cold nights at the swamp. The important thing is, we sing. When we sing, there's life and yes, most often than not, there's laughter and happy moments.
There are days that I really sing aloud, like you can really see my tonsils literally swinging like beach balls inside my mouth.
I’ve been known to be notorious when it comes to videoke machines. I believe I’m a picture of ecstasy whenever I take center stage. That’s what they call my “I own the moment” mode. I drop my inhibitions. Nothing comes between me and the videoke machine. The world is eons away, drawn back to Paleolithic period.
I am not myself when I take hold of a microphone.
You have to LITERALLY pry me away. The only way you can make me sit is to offer me a cinnamon roll. And fact is, videoke bars don’t offer some heart-stopping, salivate inducing cinnamon rolls.
So you pretty get the picture here, right?
I’m thinking that maybe if I’m not an ardent admirer of archives, archaeology, war time stories, museums and all things old and musky, I would probably be a rock star babe or some indie movie maker basking her glory in the limelight. But well if I become a rock star babe, I would probably be singing about Andres Bonifacio, Rosa Parks, Mao Tse Tung, Buffalo Soldiers, Ho Chi Minh or maybe Power Puff Girls ( I love them esp. Buttercup and no, they’re not historical figures).
My loyal legionnaires would be nerds. Historians and book worms to be exact.
We’ll blend our music like how the native Indians of Teotihuacan culture blend their cacao beans into delicious chocolate drinks. We will conquer the whole world with our stories of mystical origins and legends from far-away land. We will strum this life with unspoken myths of indigenous people fighting for recognition for lands that they truly own. We will beat the drums with the distant call of our ancestors bringing to life the stories of a buried past. It will be fun. Such passion. Such intensity.
It will be great.
Red Videoke Machine
I’m not exactly an authority when it comes to music but anything that resembles nothing but shouting and cursing is a no-no for me. There’s music and there’s trash. I don’t know how to understand it when all I can hear is shouting and cursing. I will be needing some serious translation for the stuff. At the end of the day, I’ll probably look like a walking zombie.
Alive but unconscious.
Back in college, I did conceptualize something about having a band solely made up of girls. We’re serious about our studies but all work and no play is not good. No, I won’t be the lead singer. Back then, I have special affinity with drums and guitars. My voice is three steps away from that of a songbird. And yes, it would be an all girl band. No men allowed. They’re lovable creatures but complicated.
Tutti Frutti.
That’s the name. I know it sounds sweet. It should be. The name was taken from one of my fave sweets, Tutti Frutti. Small and comes in different colors but nonetheless truly satisfies your sweet tooth. Why chose this? I don’t know. The name was just stuck forever in my head and refused to leave. I know I should have chosen something strong and appealing to the audience but how am I supposed to think of other names when my head is so full of nothing but Tutti Frutti?
Today, it literally reminds me of that Chippy commercial. TEAR HERE. That’s their band name, literally taken from the package of their favorite junk food. If Tear Here sounds cool these days then there’s no reason why Tutti Frutti wouldn’t rock during those times.
Agree?
But alas, after 31 years of existence in this beautiful planet called earth, I’m no band member. The toll of studying the economy and cultures of Russia, trying to figure out why Vietnam War was considered as America’s waterloo and the endless nights of reading Samuel Huntington’s Clash of Civilizations prevented me from fulfilling my secret (not so secret now) dream. There goes my dream of stardom.
Sigh.
I have given up my dreams of becoming a rockstar babe. The only consolation I get is the fact that even if I can never sing about Andres Bonifacio, Rosa Parks and the Buffalo Soldiers, I can actually write and discuss about them in class. To my heart’s content, in fact. This goes to say that I can have my cake and eat it too. Never mind if it’s only half of the cake. And besides, I can always look for Bob Marley’s song in the playlist.
Buffalo soldiers.
Now, what are you waiting for? Stop reading and look for some cinnamon rolls.
.
Life’s misery fades away as we firmly take hold of the microphone. As if poise to take flight, we brace ourselves with the first lyrics that come into view. Then we sing like rock stars, pop princesses, R and B singers and what have you. (Do they have Kundimans in videoke bars? Just asking.) We give it to them like a pro. Doesn’t matter really if some of us sing like frogs. When it comes to videoke, it’s the passion, not the voice that counts.
Filipinos are so fond of singing and it goes to say that fiestas, baptisms, or gatherings of any sort (except burial)are not complete without singing showdown. Even roadside eateries in the country compete with each other everyday in attracting customers. You can rent one or buy one. Videoke as I've known is best when shared with family and friends. Everybody gets the chance to show their singing prowess. Never mind if together we sometimes really do sound like frogs having a feast after a series of rainy days and cold nights at the swamp. The important thing is, we sing. When we sing, there's life and yes, most often than not, there's laughter and happy moments.
There are days that I really sing aloud, like you can really see my tonsils literally swinging like beach balls inside my mouth.
I’ve been known to be notorious when it comes to videoke machines. I believe I’m a picture of ecstasy whenever I take center stage. That’s what they call my “I own the moment” mode. I drop my inhibitions. Nothing comes between me and the videoke machine. The world is eons away, drawn back to Paleolithic period.
I am not myself when I take hold of a microphone.
You have to LITERALLY pry me away. The only way you can make me sit is to offer me a cinnamon roll. And fact is, videoke bars don’t offer some heart-stopping, salivate inducing cinnamon rolls.
So you pretty get the picture here, right?
I’m thinking that maybe if I’m not an ardent admirer of archives, archaeology, war time stories, museums and all things old and musky, I would probably be a rock star babe or some indie movie maker basking her glory in the limelight. But well if I become a rock star babe, I would probably be singing about Andres Bonifacio, Rosa Parks, Mao Tse Tung, Buffalo Soldiers, Ho Chi Minh or maybe Power Puff Girls ( I love them esp. Buttercup and no, they’re not historical figures).
My loyal legionnaires would be nerds. Historians and book worms to be exact.
We’ll blend our music like how the native Indians of Teotihuacan culture blend their cacao beans into delicious chocolate drinks. We will conquer the whole world with our stories of mystical origins and legends from far-away land. We will strum this life with unspoken myths of indigenous people fighting for recognition for lands that they truly own. We will beat the drums with the distant call of our ancestors bringing to life the stories of a buried past. It will be fun. Such passion. Such intensity.
It will be great.
I’m not exactly an authority when it comes to music but anything that resembles nothing but shouting and cursing is a no-no for me. There’s music and there’s trash. I don’t know how to understand it when all I can hear is shouting and cursing. I will be needing some serious translation for the stuff. At the end of the day, I’ll probably look like a walking zombie.
Alive but unconscious.
Back in college, I did conceptualize something about having a band solely made up of girls. We’re serious about our studies but all work and no play is not good. No, I won’t be the lead singer. Back then, I have special affinity with drums and guitars. My voice is three steps away from that of a songbird. And yes, it would be an all girl band. No men allowed. They’re lovable creatures but complicated.
Tutti Frutti.
That’s the name. I know it sounds sweet. It should be. The name was taken from one of my fave sweets, Tutti Frutti. Small and comes in different colors but nonetheless truly satisfies your sweet tooth. Why chose this? I don’t know. The name was just stuck forever in my head and refused to leave. I know I should have chosen something strong and appealing to the audience but how am I supposed to think of other names when my head is so full of nothing but Tutti Frutti?
Today, it literally reminds me of that Chippy commercial. TEAR HERE. That’s their band name, literally taken from the package of their favorite junk food. If Tear Here sounds cool these days then there’s no reason why Tutti Frutti wouldn’t rock during those times.
Agree?
But alas, after 31 years of existence in this beautiful planet called earth, I’m no band member. The toll of studying the economy and cultures of Russia, trying to figure out why Vietnam War was considered as America’s waterloo and the endless nights of reading Samuel Huntington’s Clash of Civilizations prevented me from fulfilling my secret (not so secret now) dream. There goes my dream of stardom.
Sigh.
I have given up my dreams of becoming a rockstar babe. The only consolation I get is the fact that even if I can never sing about Andres Bonifacio, Rosa Parks and the Buffalo Soldiers, I can actually write and discuss about them in class. To my heart’s content, in fact. This goes to say that I can have my cake and eat it too. Never mind if it’s only half of the cake. And besides, I can always look for Bob Marley’s song in the playlist.
Buffalo soldiers.
Now, what are you waiting for? Stop reading and look for some cinnamon rolls.
.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
SONA 2011: State of the Nation Address and Amazing Stories
Everyone was expected to look smart and chic.
The women looked stunning in their Filipiniana ensembles. The men looked dapper and handsome in their barong tagalog. Batasang Pambansa was in its full regalia. No it's not Runway Philippines. It would have been a Filipiniana fashion event if not for the distinguished faces of prominent politicians in the country. In the afternoon of July 25,2011, Filipinos listened to Pres. Noynoy Aquino’s second State of the Nation Address. For solid 53 minutes, the Philippine president reported to the nation.
Did you listen to the SONA yesterday? Or were you busy doing something else? As a Filipino, what grade will you give the president?
At the moment, I only have a few things to say about it.
Pres. Noynoy Aquino
First. It’s funny that the president should always punctuate his speech with how his administration fares well without failing to refer to the pitfalls of the previous administration. A good friend of mine actually posted something on her FB account. One shot every time the president blames the previous administration for the miseries of the present one. If this is the case then……
I might end up drunk by the time the president is finish with his speech.
I’m no staunch defender of the previous president, Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo but I’m no fan either of the current one. I’m caught-in-between if I may say. I don’t want to say I’m not thankful for what they have done for this country.
I am.
It’s not easy to deal with the problems of the whole nation. A person could only take a few problems in one day. How much more that of the whole nation? But the thing here is, why do you have to spend so much time comparing your administration with the previous one? Would it be that the SONA is just a venue to compare and contrast the past and the present administration?
I don’t want to sound too judgmental but I just find it quite amusing and annoying that the president should be constantly referring to the previous administration in his speech. He seems to sound and appears to be on a war path. It is disturbing to me that he finds it practically simple to simply make it appear that he inherited the government in such a bad state from the previous one.
It is a shame that Noynoy forgets he is the president of the Republic of the Philippines.
Blaming the previous administration for the state of things when he was elected as the president of this country makes him appear no better than the former president. Will it make him good in the eyes of every Filipino because of that? Absolutely, no. It is appears to be politicking.
But indeed, yes, this is politics. What do you expect?
Second, I appreciate it that the president chose to deliver his speech in Tagalog and not in English. It’s like music to my ears. It is but fitting to do that. Our language captures the nuances of our very own culture. No more no less.
Third, I am particularly disheartened upon hearing figures of how some politicians continue to rob our country and the Filipinos the right to live like human beings, free from poverty and corruption. We get to hear the same stories year after year but still, they never fail to make me sad and at the same time, angry. It is righteous indignation if you ask me.
Fourth, I am now a firm believer to the idea that politicians should undergo a lie detector test before they step down from their offices. Just imagine the scenario. I’m quite sure many of them would be probably busy with their arguments against this suggestion.
And yes, I would be dead meat by the time they approve it.
Last but not the least, I never knew that having coffee at PAGCOR (Philippine Amusement and Gaming Corporation) was SO EXPENSIVE. I will have to visit them when I get myself to Manila sometime soon. I would love to taste their highly rumored coffee for a change. I hope I don't get choked while having it.
So, what's my grade for the president and his administration?
I'm giving him a conditional failure. I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt. I'm giving him another year and let's see what happens. Then that's it.
For the meantime, for the sake of the future generation, I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
The women looked stunning in their Filipiniana ensembles. The men looked dapper and handsome in their barong tagalog. Batasang Pambansa was in its full regalia. No it's not Runway Philippines. It would have been a Filipiniana fashion event if not for the distinguished faces of prominent politicians in the country. In the afternoon of July 25,2011, Filipinos listened to Pres. Noynoy Aquino’s second State of the Nation Address. For solid 53 minutes, the Philippine president reported to the nation.
Did you listen to the SONA yesterday? Or were you busy doing something else? As a Filipino, what grade will you give the president?
At the moment, I only have a few things to say about it.
First. It’s funny that the president should always punctuate his speech with how his administration fares well without failing to refer to the pitfalls of the previous administration. A good friend of mine actually posted something on her FB account. One shot every time the president blames the previous administration for the miseries of the present one. If this is the case then……
I might end up drunk by the time the president is finish with his speech.
I’m no staunch defender of the previous president, Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo but I’m no fan either of the current one. I’m caught-in-between if I may say. I don’t want to say I’m not thankful for what they have done for this country.
I am.
It’s not easy to deal with the problems of the whole nation. A person could only take a few problems in one day. How much more that of the whole nation? But the thing here is, why do you have to spend so much time comparing your administration with the previous one? Would it be that the SONA is just a venue to compare and contrast the past and the present administration?
I don’t want to sound too judgmental but I just find it quite amusing and annoying that the president should be constantly referring to the previous administration in his speech. He seems to sound and appears to be on a war path. It is disturbing to me that he finds it practically simple to simply make it appear that he inherited the government in such a bad state from the previous one.
It is a shame that Noynoy forgets he is the president of the Republic of the Philippines.
Blaming the previous administration for the state of things when he was elected as the president of this country makes him appear no better than the former president. Will it make him good in the eyes of every Filipino because of that? Absolutely, no. It is appears to be politicking.
But indeed, yes, this is politics. What do you expect?
Second, I appreciate it that the president chose to deliver his speech in Tagalog and not in English. It’s like music to my ears. It is but fitting to do that. Our language captures the nuances of our very own culture. No more no less.
Third, I am particularly disheartened upon hearing figures of how some politicians continue to rob our country and the Filipinos the right to live like human beings, free from poverty and corruption. We get to hear the same stories year after year but still, they never fail to make me sad and at the same time, angry. It is righteous indignation if you ask me.
Fourth, I am now a firm believer to the idea that politicians should undergo a lie detector test before they step down from their offices. Just imagine the scenario. I’m quite sure many of them would be probably busy with their arguments against this suggestion.
And yes, I would be dead meat by the time they approve it.
Last but not the least, I never knew that having coffee at PAGCOR (Philippine Amusement and Gaming Corporation) was SO EXPENSIVE. I will have to visit them when I get myself to Manila sometime soon. I would love to taste their highly rumored coffee for a change. I hope I don't get choked while having it.
So, what's my grade for the president and his administration?
I'm giving him a conditional failure. I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt. I'm giving him another year and let's see what happens. Then that's it.
For the meantime, for the sake of the future generation, I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
Friday, July 08, 2011
Ladies Room, Madame Senator and Women
I am particularly awed by her brilliance and fiery eloquence.
She's simple and very accomodating but yes, to her enemies she's a force to reckon with. When she speaks, everybody listens. She's one of the very few politicians in the Philippines who possesses unquestionable integrity.
During our celebration of International Women's Month last March 4, 2011, we invited Sen. Miriam Defensor-Santiago to open the Women's Month Celebration at UP Visayas with a talk about the Reproductive Health Bill and Women's Empowerment. This was in coordination with the Ugsad, the Regional Gender Resource Center and Western Visayas.
All pictures were taken last March 2011.
Always fiery and charismatic.She never fails to capture the audience with her witty lines and exceptional brilliance.
Visiting the UPV Gender and Development Building. (At the background is the unfinished building of UPV Cinema. Construction still ongoing.)
The university was picture perfect that day. Simply beautiful. (Took the shot just right across my morning class.)
All is set for the lecture, right Tita Lucy? Purple balloons and motif for the day. It's indeed Women's Month.
Prof. Jane (emcee) and Ms. Almera of UPV Alumni Office posed while everybody was going crazy with the senator ;-).
Tita Mabeth and Tita Lucy...Great job ladies! Let's toast to that!
That ever familiar facial expression...
The national theme for the month-long celebration was “Magna Carta of Women, the Philippine CEDAW: in support of the Millenium Development Goals" while the United Nation’s theme for Women’s Day was “Equal Access to education, training and science and technology: Pathway to decent works for women.”
Other activities that week include:
Self-Defense for Women...Learning Filipino Martial Arts....Hai!!!
Ladies Room
The U.P. in the Visayas Gender and Development Office was grateful to all those who supported the event. It was a huge success.
Madamo guid nga salamat Inday Miriam!!!
She's simple and very accomodating but yes, to her enemies she's a force to reckon with. When she speaks, everybody listens. She's one of the very few politicians in the Philippines who possesses unquestionable integrity.
How's that for excellence?
During our celebration of International Women's Month last March 4, 2011, we invited Sen. Miriam Defensor-Santiago to open the Women's Month Celebration at UP Visayas with a talk about the Reproductive Health Bill and Women's Empowerment. This was in coordination with the Ugsad, the Regional Gender Resource Center and Western Visayas.
All pictures were taken last March 2011.
The national theme for the month-long celebration was “Magna Carta of Women, the Philippine CEDAW: in support of the Millenium Development Goals" while the United Nation’s theme for Women’s Day was “Equal Access to education, training and science and technology: Pathway to decent works for women.”
Other activities that week include:
The U.P. in the Visayas Gender and Development Office was grateful to all those who supported the event. It was a huge success.
Madamo guid nga salamat Inday Miriam!!!
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Academic Corruption 101
I am always proud to call myself a mentor.
I wanted to share and give my students the best services that I could offer. In everything you do, give it your best shot. Make your country proud as I always tell them. That is my mantra. I don’t want to shortchange my students by becoming a mediocre teacher. I want to give them the best.
In my mind, mediocre students are there because mediocre teachers exist.
Three days ago, I received a text from one of our former librarians asking me if I could help some students from a different university with regards to their thesis writing. I replied that if it’s within my specialization, I would be glad to extend my assistance to them.
I was not really ready to hear what they have to say when they told me their story.
They were a group of students who were supposed to graduate this semester. I learned that their thesis adviser filed for a leave and was supposed to go to U.S. The students were asked to comply with the requirements on or before the last week of June. Failure to comply means incurring a failing grade of 5.
I may belong to a different university but common sense tells me that any professor who files for a leave, the college or office she belongs to must provide someone to take charge of the responsibilities left behind by one of their faculty members. These responsibilities may include giving of removal exams or completion of INC (incomplete grades).
The students are already in the writing stage of their thesis so supposedly there’s no problem with the deadline. But here’s the catch. Since she’s leaving this first week of July, they were told by their adviser that each of them would just have to pay her 2, 500 pesos. There would be no defense and they can all have their passing grade. When asked what’s that amount for. She said it’s for her intellectual property rights.
Her intellectual property rights according to her include checking her student’s research papers, whether the statistical tools they’ve used is apt for their study, whether Mr. Subject agrees with Ms. Verb, and see if there are any corrections with the grammar. The professor said that as long as the data is there, she would be the statistician for their research as well as the proof reader, correct everything from grammar to statistical tools, revisions (with no defense, what’s there to revise anyway?)and everything. She’s a one-man team. All they have to do is to pay, pass their paper and everything is okay. No defense. No whatsoever.
Everybody happy.
If all this is true then I just don’t know what is left for the student to do. Her actions would have been “mistaken” as an act of a good Samaritan only that there’s money involved. For some students, it would be easy to just hand the needed amount and voila! Writing an undergraduate thesis is as easy as 1-2-3. Thing is, not everybody is as rich as Lucio Tan or Bill Gates. And even so, it's easy to just pay and make your life easier but in the end, you don't learn anything from it. It defeats the purpose of learning.
The professor also charged a different fee for the students to pay for her "intellectual property rights". She gathered materials for her class discussions and send it to the email add of her students. There was no bibliography attached or whatsoever.
Sometimes, I don’t know whether I’ll be mad or be amused with these things that take place in some of the academes in the country. I used to hear stories like these and I’ve never quite believed them. I know that it happens but to encounter one in real life is dishearteniing.
As mentors, teachers should be sources of inspiration and encouragement, not shame nor remorse.
I used to tell my students that teaching is such a noble profession but the government treats educators like second class citizens in this country. I always hear people telling me that I am so blessed because I teach at U.P. That I don't teach as an ordinary public school teacher.
But in the first place, what is wrong with being a public school teacher?
In seminars and teacher trainings that I've conducted, I've often heard public school teachers refer to themselves as "just teachers".
If they can't regard themselves with respect and dignity as educators, then how could other people see them as such?
They have to believe that regardless of the institution they teach for, whether it is the premier university in the country or an unknown barrio school somewhere in the rural area, thing is, you're an educator and as such you should be proud.
But what makes this particular scenario more ironic is the fact that the professor involved here is not an ordinary public school teacher (if there is such a thing called as ordinary teacher at all). She belongs to an institution of higher learning. She is well paid and I know the school where she graduates from is one of the best in the country, too.
Will it be wrong for me to think that all levels of educational system in this country is not safe from academic corruption?
I dont think there's a reason enough for an educator to take advantage of her student's vulnerability. If the government is corrupt, is it justifiable to just sit there and be swallowed by the system?
We educators are agents of change.
Other people may just shrug it off. But I will always find it scandalous for my students to do such a thing in my class. Of course, not everybody is as smart as our national hero Jose Rizal who earns a deluge of sobresaliente in his report card. But we can try our best, can’t we?
I just hope and pray that no student of mine cheats himself or herself the chance of gaining new knowledge and experience by letting other people do the work that they ought to do for themselves. I have learned and mastered the art of knowing to give credit where credit is due. But I have also learned how to deal with violators.
You call it tough love.
I will be there for them as long as they don't give up on themselves. You love them enough to teach them that sometimes the best things in life are learned the hard way. Even if it means they have to write their own research papers over and over again until they learn to do it like a pro.
It might be hard but it’s worth it.
I wanted to share and give my students the best services that I could offer. In everything you do, give it your best shot. Make your country proud as I always tell them. That is my mantra. I don’t want to shortchange my students by becoming a mediocre teacher. I want to give them the best.
In my mind, mediocre students are there because mediocre teachers exist.
Three days ago, I received a text from one of our former librarians asking me if I could help some students from a different university with regards to their thesis writing. I replied that if it’s within my specialization, I would be glad to extend my assistance to them.
I was not really ready to hear what they have to say when they told me their story.
They were a group of students who were supposed to graduate this semester. I learned that their thesis adviser filed for a leave and was supposed to go to U.S. The students were asked to comply with the requirements on or before the last week of June. Failure to comply means incurring a failing grade of 5.
I may belong to a different university but common sense tells me that any professor who files for a leave, the college or office she belongs to must provide someone to take charge of the responsibilities left behind by one of their faculty members. These responsibilities may include giving of removal exams or completion of INC (incomplete grades).
The students are already in the writing stage of their thesis so supposedly there’s no problem with the deadline. But here’s the catch. Since she’s leaving this first week of July, they were told by their adviser that each of them would just have to pay her 2, 500 pesos. There would be no defense and they can all have their passing grade. When asked what’s that amount for. She said it’s for her intellectual property rights.
Her intellectual property rights according to her include checking her student’s research papers, whether the statistical tools they’ve used is apt for their study, whether Mr. Subject agrees with Ms. Verb, and see if there are any corrections with the grammar. The professor said that as long as the data is there, she would be the statistician for their research as well as the proof reader, correct everything from grammar to statistical tools, revisions (with no defense, what’s there to revise anyway?)and everything. She’s a one-man team. All they have to do is to pay, pass their paper and everything is okay. No defense. No whatsoever.
Everybody happy.
If all this is true then I just don’t know what is left for the student to do. Her actions would have been “mistaken” as an act of a good Samaritan only that there’s money involved. For some students, it would be easy to just hand the needed amount and voila! Writing an undergraduate thesis is as easy as 1-2-3. Thing is, not everybody is as rich as Lucio Tan or Bill Gates. And even so, it's easy to just pay and make your life easier but in the end, you don't learn anything from it. It defeats the purpose of learning.
The professor also charged a different fee for the students to pay for her "intellectual property rights". She gathered materials for her class discussions and send it to the email add of her students. There was no bibliography attached or whatsoever.
Sometimes, I don’t know whether I’ll be mad or be amused with these things that take place in some of the academes in the country. I used to hear stories like these and I’ve never quite believed them. I know that it happens but to encounter one in real life is dishearteniing.
As mentors, teachers should be sources of inspiration and encouragement, not shame nor remorse.
I used to tell my students that teaching is such a noble profession but the government treats educators like second class citizens in this country. I always hear people telling me that I am so blessed because I teach at U.P. That I don't teach as an ordinary public school teacher.
But in the first place, what is wrong with being a public school teacher?
In seminars and teacher trainings that I've conducted, I've often heard public school teachers refer to themselves as "just teachers".
If they can't regard themselves with respect and dignity as educators, then how could other people see them as such?
They have to believe that regardless of the institution they teach for, whether it is the premier university in the country or an unknown barrio school somewhere in the rural area, thing is, you're an educator and as such you should be proud.
But what makes this particular scenario more ironic is the fact that the professor involved here is not an ordinary public school teacher (if there is such a thing called as ordinary teacher at all). She belongs to an institution of higher learning. She is well paid and I know the school where she graduates from is one of the best in the country, too.
Will it be wrong for me to think that all levels of educational system in this country is not safe from academic corruption?
I dont think there's a reason enough for an educator to take advantage of her student's vulnerability. If the government is corrupt, is it justifiable to just sit there and be swallowed by the system?
We educators are agents of change.
Other people may just shrug it off. But I will always find it scandalous for my students to do such a thing in my class. Of course, not everybody is as smart as our national hero Jose Rizal who earns a deluge of sobresaliente in his report card. But we can try our best, can’t we?
I just hope and pray that no student of mine cheats himself or herself the chance of gaining new knowledge and experience by letting other people do the work that they ought to do for themselves. I have learned and mastered the art of knowing to give credit where credit is due. But I have also learned how to deal with violators.
You call it tough love.
I will be there for them as long as they don't give up on themselves. You love them enough to teach them that sometimes the best things in life are learned the hard way. Even if it means they have to write their own research papers over and over again until they learn to do it like a pro.
It might be hard but it’s worth it.
Monday, June 27, 2011
Of Change, Embalming and Something in Between
I am currently listening to the sound of crickets and the distant hum of strange noises outside my window. When things really get bad, I tend to withdraw a little and surround myself with things that soothe my mind. They don’t ease my problems but at least for a brief moment I had the opportunity to sing my worries away.
I’m not at the moment exactly joyous but I’m not exactly suicidal either. Truly, sometimes we have to give up some things in order to gain something. Am I scared? Of course, I am.
But yet, even if my knees are shaking and my mind sometimes tend to wander into the fear of the unknown, I’m forging ahead. Why the great conviction? Because I so know this will be good for me. And I've always known that if I so feel that it's good for me, more often than not, it really is. There’s a great difference between being afraid and not doing anything and being afraid yet marching ahead. Okay, I’m with you. I have to be realistic, right? But indeed, what if I fail?
At least I’ve tried.
I think maybe Amelia Earhart, Rosa Parks or Marie Curie must have felt like this before or maybe somewhere along the way they also got the jitters. But look at these brave women, they got what they want and they've earned their place under the sun.
Failure is not like it is an end all and be all. It is such a waste of time trying to mope with the idea of what if you fail and all other things associated with the fear of the unknown. Why not try to visualize success? I kept on reminding myself that I have done so many things in life which are far much challenging than this and I came out alive and kicking.
This one will be no different.
I’m forging ahead. The only thing that can stop me right now is LBM. Loose Bowel Movement. That will be effective but no sir, my digestive system works just fine. A friend asked me whether I have already enrolled myself in an embalming class. I have repeatedly told my friends and my family that someday I might venture into funeral parlor business. Yes, I know it sounds morbid but I personally feel it’s cool when your enemies ask you the question, “So yes, what do you do?”,
I’m a professional embalmer. I can give you 50% discount.
I will be the best when it comes to state of the art embalming technology and yes as an added bonus, it gives my future boyfriend something to think of. You cheat on me, you’re dead meat. Literally.
But no, I did not enroll in any embalming course. ( Which reminds me now that none is actually offered in the Philippines. So where do they actually learn it?I'm wondering why TESDA don't offer it.) I’m leaving my place to make a new one somewhere out there beneath the pale moon light. And I repeatedly told myself that if something goes wrong, it can’t be that bad. I opt to focus on good things. I get to meet new people, new adventures, and definitely new and strange places excite my senses. I will be alone for some time but at least I get the chance to explore new places on my own. I cherish the company of good friends but being alone sometimes offers you the opportunities to ride the wind like no other.
I can get hit by lightning or stop short by the rains, but I’m happy to be soaking wet if it means I can get myself to where I really wanted to be.
I’m ready to take flight. Come hell or high water.
I’m not at the moment exactly joyous but I’m not exactly suicidal either. Truly, sometimes we have to give up some things in order to gain something. Am I scared? Of course, I am.
But yet, even if my knees are shaking and my mind sometimes tend to wander into the fear of the unknown, I’m forging ahead. Why the great conviction? Because I so know this will be good for me. And I've always known that if I so feel that it's good for me, more often than not, it really is. There’s a great difference between being afraid and not doing anything and being afraid yet marching ahead. Okay, I’m with you. I have to be realistic, right? But indeed, what if I fail?
At least I’ve tried.
I think maybe Amelia Earhart, Rosa Parks or Marie Curie must have felt like this before or maybe somewhere along the way they also got the jitters. But look at these brave women, they got what they want and they've earned their place under the sun.
Failure is not like it is an end all and be all. It is such a waste of time trying to mope with the idea of what if you fail and all other things associated with the fear of the unknown. Why not try to visualize success? I kept on reminding myself that I have done so many things in life which are far much challenging than this and I came out alive and kicking.
This one will be no different.
I’m forging ahead. The only thing that can stop me right now is LBM. Loose Bowel Movement. That will be effective but no sir, my digestive system works just fine. A friend asked me whether I have already enrolled myself in an embalming class. I have repeatedly told my friends and my family that someday I might venture into funeral parlor business. Yes, I know it sounds morbid but I personally feel it’s cool when your enemies ask you the question, “So yes, what do you do?”,
I’m a professional embalmer. I can give you 50% discount.
I will be the best when it comes to state of the art embalming technology and yes as an added bonus, it gives my future boyfriend something to think of. You cheat on me, you’re dead meat. Literally.
But no, I did not enroll in any embalming course. ( Which reminds me now that none is actually offered in the Philippines. So where do they actually learn it?I'm wondering why TESDA don't offer it.) I’m leaving my place to make a new one somewhere out there beneath the pale moon light. And I repeatedly told myself that if something goes wrong, it can’t be that bad. I opt to focus on good things. I get to meet new people, new adventures, and definitely new and strange places excite my senses. I will be alone for some time but at least I get the chance to explore new places on my own. I cherish the company of good friends but being alone sometimes offers you the opportunities to ride the wind like no other.
I can get hit by lightning or stop short by the rains, but I’m happy to be soaking wet if it means I can get myself to where I really wanted to be.
I’m ready to take flight. Come hell or high water.
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Fully Booked
If books are the measure of man’s wealth then I consider myself very rich.
It is said that Andres Bonifacio, one of the prominent figures in the 1896 Philippine Revolution, was a voracious reader. Jose Rizal, our country’s national hero, is known to be a lover of books. Though I have ideas on books that he loves to read, I am still curious about his other collections.
I am wondering if Rizal ever reads the book of Kama Sutra or did he ever read anything about black magic or divination. Considering his famous amorous conquests of women coming from the different parts of the globe, it wouldn’t hurt to wonder if he ever bought himself a copy of Kama Sutra to better understand his sexuality.
I have quite a number of books on gender and sexuality. I started collecting them when I’ve began to teach subjects on gender and sexuality but the Kama Sutra as interpreted and written by Deepak Chopra, I bought it for my Asian civilizations class. I was actually looking for a copy of Arthasasthra, the Indian ancient treatise on statecraft when I chanced upon Kama Sutra at a book sale instead.
Pasyon and Revolution....one of my favorites
I am selling off my books for the next two weeks. I know Jose Rizal would be delighted to buy some second hand value for your money books from my collection. In the span of ten years at the university I have amassed books that are more than enough to bury me six feet below the ground. Much of it was about anthropology and history. But don’t be discourage, I am a woman that reads just about anything that fancies my fickle mind. I have Kevyn Aucoin’s “Making Faces” which is all about stuffs that make professional makeup artists gods and goddesses of big stars in the silver screen. My girlfriends are very much willing to be my guinea pig as I try my hand on make-up. They look fabulously beautiful after that but other times; they end up looking like a cross between Edward Scissorhand and Freddy Krueger.
I believe that in my past life, I’m a frustrated professional make-up artist.
And They Fought Like Demons ....Interesting read this one.
I also buy Chicken Soup for the Soul Series and Harold Sala’s books which remind me to be calm and collected even when I’m on the verge of planning a murder. My health and wellness books that urge me to take care of my body and mind because it will serve me for so many years as long as I keep it fit and sharp. There are others that belongs to diverse categories from nuclear wars, bio-terrorism, cooking, DIY, inspirationals, all about ships,feminism,animation, theology and what have you.
And there’s the children’s book. They’re such an inspiration. From African stories, Japanese, Spanish and of course Filipino folktales, I have it. They keep me entertained when I want to remember good old childhood memories. And did I tell you I so love the story of Charlotte's Web?
Children’s books are simple but sometimes they offer more important lessons than the hardcore theories and paradigms that exist in this universe.
It’s like wisdom in a nutshell.
It breaks my heart to sell them off but I can’t carry all of them to my new destination. I’m exchanging my books for more adventures and experiences in the real world. I’m definitely putting those ideas to reality. But before I bade goodbye to my beloved books, let me say this.
To the bookworms in this world, may our tribe increase!
It is said that Andres Bonifacio, one of the prominent figures in the 1896 Philippine Revolution, was a voracious reader. Jose Rizal, our country’s national hero, is known to be a lover of books. Though I have ideas on books that he loves to read, I am still curious about his other collections.
I am wondering if Rizal ever reads the book of Kama Sutra or did he ever read anything about black magic or divination. Considering his famous amorous conquests of women coming from the different parts of the globe, it wouldn’t hurt to wonder if he ever bought himself a copy of Kama Sutra to better understand his sexuality.
I have quite a number of books on gender and sexuality. I started collecting them when I’ve began to teach subjects on gender and sexuality but the Kama Sutra as interpreted and written by Deepak Chopra, I bought it for my Asian civilizations class. I was actually looking for a copy of Arthasasthra, the Indian ancient treatise on statecraft when I chanced upon Kama Sutra at a book sale instead.
I am selling off my books for the next two weeks. I know Jose Rizal would be delighted to buy some second hand value for your money books from my collection. In the span of ten years at the university I have amassed books that are more than enough to bury me six feet below the ground. Much of it was about anthropology and history. But don’t be discourage, I am a woman that reads just about anything that fancies my fickle mind. I have Kevyn Aucoin’s “Making Faces” which is all about stuffs that make professional makeup artists gods and goddesses of big stars in the silver screen. My girlfriends are very much willing to be my guinea pig as I try my hand on make-up. They look fabulously beautiful after that but other times; they end up looking like a cross between Edward Scissorhand and Freddy Krueger.
I believe that in my past life, I’m a frustrated professional make-up artist.
I also buy Chicken Soup for the Soul Series and Harold Sala’s books which remind me to be calm and collected even when I’m on the verge of planning a murder. My health and wellness books that urge me to take care of my body and mind because it will serve me for so many years as long as I keep it fit and sharp. There are others that belongs to diverse categories from nuclear wars, bio-terrorism, cooking, DIY, inspirationals, all about ships,feminism,animation, theology and what have you.
And there’s the children’s book. They’re such an inspiration. From African stories, Japanese, Spanish and of course Filipino folktales, I have it. They keep me entertained when I want to remember good old childhood memories. And did I tell you I so love the story of Charlotte's Web?
Children’s books are simple but sometimes they offer more important lessons than the hardcore theories and paradigms that exist in this universe.
It’s like wisdom in a nutshell.
It breaks my heart to sell them off but I can’t carry all of them to my new destination. I’m exchanging my books for more adventures and experiences in the real world. I’m definitely putting those ideas to reality. But before I bade goodbye to my beloved books, let me say this.
To the bookworms in this world, may our tribe increase!
Monday, June 06, 2011
An Adventure Called Harley Davidson
Some women want a car. I don’t.
I want a Harley Davidson.
Why?
I like the feel of the wind on my face. I love the countryside. I can just imagine the freedom of riding it on the long winding road with the fabulous warmth of the sun on my face and the lovely scene of endless green meadows right before my eyes.
It will be great.
I’m no tourist. I’m a traveler. I love discovering new things, spaces and places on my own. I love the idea of being lost in a sea of people where I can be free to do all the wacky things I love to do. It’s like a secret garden where no one else knows what’s in there, my own private world where I can be free to frolic like a kid and ride the wind like a bird.
The wind on my face thrills me. It brings a certain feeling of serenity and happiness. The only companion I’ll have is the bright blue skies and a flock of birds. It will be pure unadulterated fun. Such bliss. Such a surge of pleasure.
It will be great.
A friend told me that I might be too old to ride such a cool bike. I’m only thirty one and even women in their 50’s have the right to ride a Harley Davidson if they want to. Is there a law that prohibits women to ride one when they’re past the age of 30? And besides, sweetheart, thirty is the new twenty. A woman is free to do what she wants as long as she is not going to break any laws, human or divine.
I don’t believe in the idea of I’m too old or It’s too late.
People who tell you it is not possible probably didn’t get to try to fulfill some of their heartfelt wishes. It’s a trap and a cycle that imprisons them. They want to do things in their life but are afraid to do so. They are afraid to step out of their comfort zones. Are you afraid of taking risks?
Don't be.
Life is beautiful that everyday is such a mystery. Expand your horizons and while you're at it, enjoy the ride. If you want to become a doctor at the age of thirty or forty, by all means, do so. Paint your very first masterpiece. Learn new things. Take hold of second chances. Keep old friends close to your heart but try to meet new friends and marvel at the beauty of nature and life.
History shows that great minds don’t see age or circumstances as a hindrance. Just go and take that first step. You'll even surprise yourself and that you can do it like a pro. It’s not too late. Or would you rather contemplate about it on your deathbed?
Life is like a Harley Davidson. If you want it, get it. If you can dream it, you can have it. It's yours for the taking.
I want a Harley Davidson.
Why?
I like the feel of the wind on my face. I love the countryside. I can just imagine the freedom of riding it on the long winding road with the fabulous warmth of the sun on my face and the lovely scene of endless green meadows right before my eyes.
It will be great.
I’m no tourist. I’m a traveler. I love discovering new things, spaces and places on my own. I love the idea of being lost in a sea of people where I can be free to do all the wacky things I love to do. It’s like a secret garden where no one else knows what’s in there, my own private world where I can be free to frolic like a kid and ride the wind like a bird.
The wind on my face thrills me. It brings a certain feeling of serenity and happiness. The only companion I’ll have is the bright blue skies and a flock of birds. It will be pure unadulterated fun. Such bliss. Such a surge of pleasure.
It will be great.
A friend told me that I might be too old to ride such a cool bike. I’m only thirty one and even women in their 50’s have the right to ride a Harley Davidson if they want to. Is there a law that prohibits women to ride one when they’re past the age of 30? And besides, sweetheart, thirty is the new twenty. A woman is free to do what she wants as long as she is not going to break any laws, human or divine.
I don’t believe in the idea of I’m too old or It’s too late.
People who tell you it is not possible probably didn’t get to try to fulfill some of their heartfelt wishes. It’s a trap and a cycle that imprisons them. They want to do things in their life but are afraid to do so. They are afraid to step out of their comfort zones. Are you afraid of taking risks?
Don't be.
Life is beautiful that everyday is such a mystery. Expand your horizons and while you're at it, enjoy the ride. If you want to become a doctor at the age of thirty or forty, by all means, do so. Paint your very first masterpiece. Learn new things. Take hold of second chances. Keep old friends close to your heart but try to meet new friends and marvel at the beauty of nature and life.
History shows that great minds don’t see age or circumstances as a hindrance. Just go and take that first step. You'll even surprise yourself and that you can do it like a pro. It’s not too late. Or would you rather contemplate about it on your deathbed?
Life is like a Harley Davidson. If you want it, get it. If you can dream it, you can have it. It's yours for the taking.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Dead
So they say the world will end at exactly 6 am today.
beautiful world.....at our backyard
It’s 3:20 am and I am wide awake. No, I’m not waiting for the end of the world to come. I’m downloading review materials for the exams I’ll be taking this year. While others MIGHT be preparing to meet their Creator, I am preparing to meet my future, trying to make sense of mathematical equations and jumbling ideas in my head.
The news yesterday featured some groups of people trying to tell the whole world to repent from their sins because thy kingdom will come. Soon. Very soon. As I sat in front of the TV, I began to wonder the propensity of such statements.
Much has been said about the end of the world. With all the calamities that take place these days, one cannot help but think, indeed, this woman called Earth will check in and throw the towel anytime soon. I imagine the world going dark, the sun turns into blood red as the skies swirl with black clouds spewing acid rain. The land beneath our feet trembles in great despair as the earth shakes unceasingly sending chills of terror down our spine. Lo and behold, those people called sinners swim at the fires of hell while gnashing their teeth endlessly.
Okay, enough. I think I have been watching too much movies lately.
But seriously, I don’t like it when things go nasty like people resigning from their jobs or like getting heart attacks because of the “impending danger” ahead. Fact is, nobody really knows when the world will end. Only God knows. Period.
I am not saying here that we should all go and just let loose. No, we should enjoy life but be responsible enough to take good care of this world. Hug and plant more trees. Yes, I do that. Why not? I love hugging trees. Literally in fact. After all, I’ve heard somewhere that there are two ways to leave a legacy in this world, bear a child or plant a tree. I have succeeded. I have planted more trees than I could ever count with my toes and fingers.
That’s legacy.
But on the other hand, it would be nice to think that every day is our last day on earth. Maybe then we could begin to thank the stars and the force behind everything for all the blessings we’ve received. Maybe then we will all begin to appreciate the good things we’ve had in this lifetime. Maybe then we’ll begin to reflect on the good, the bad and the ugly. It’s your choice.
So where was I? Ah yes, how to take care of Mother Earth. Throw our garbage properly. That’s another thing. I love it when I ride jeepneys and I see trashcans inside. It means people who are on their right mind would be ecstatic to dispose their garbage properly. Of course, those who throw their garbage aimlessly are bound to receive mountains of trash when flood during the rainy season sets in. Remember those lines at the TV ads before?
It will be sweet revenge.
If there’s one thing I am so sure of. The world will end only if, yes, we all stop living, be lazy, and saunter like aimless ducks having a Sunday walk under the sun. We start to run amok and kill every single soul we meet at the slightest sign of aggression. That would be sure sign that humanity will go extinct.
Then we can all say with such fervor, adios patria adorada!!!
It’s 3:20 am and I am wide awake. No, I’m not waiting for the end of the world to come. I’m downloading review materials for the exams I’ll be taking this year. While others MIGHT be preparing to meet their Creator, I am preparing to meet my future, trying to make sense of mathematical equations and jumbling ideas in my head.
The news yesterday featured some groups of people trying to tell the whole world to repent from their sins because thy kingdom will come. Soon. Very soon. As I sat in front of the TV, I began to wonder the propensity of such statements.
Much has been said about the end of the world. With all the calamities that take place these days, one cannot help but think, indeed, this woman called Earth will check in and throw the towel anytime soon. I imagine the world going dark, the sun turns into blood red as the skies swirl with black clouds spewing acid rain. The land beneath our feet trembles in great despair as the earth shakes unceasingly sending chills of terror down our spine. Lo and behold, those people called sinners swim at the fires of hell while gnashing their teeth endlessly.
Okay, enough. I think I have been watching too much movies lately.
But seriously, I don’t like it when things go nasty like people resigning from their jobs or like getting heart attacks because of the “impending danger” ahead. Fact is, nobody really knows when the world will end. Only God knows. Period.
I am not saying here that we should all go and just let loose. No, we should enjoy life but be responsible enough to take good care of this world. Hug and plant more trees. Yes, I do that. Why not? I love hugging trees. Literally in fact. After all, I’ve heard somewhere that there are two ways to leave a legacy in this world, bear a child or plant a tree. I have succeeded. I have planted more trees than I could ever count with my toes and fingers.
That’s legacy.
But on the other hand, it would be nice to think that every day is our last day on earth. Maybe then we could begin to thank the stars and the force behind everything for all the blessings we’ve received. Maybe then we will all begin to appreciate the good things we’ve had in this lifetime. Maybe then we’ll begin to reflect on the good, the bad and the ugly. It’s your choice.
So where was I? Ah yes, how to take care of Mother Earth. Throw our garbage properly. That’s another thing. I love it when I ride jeepneys and I see trashcans inside. It means people who are on their right mind would be ecstatic to dispose their garbage properly. Of course, those who throw their garbage aimlessly are bound to receive mountains of trash when flood during the rainy season sets in. Remember those lines at the TV ads before?
Ang basurang itinapon mo ay babalik din saýo.
It will be sweet revenge.
If there’s one thing I am so sure of. The world will end only if, yes, we all stop living, be lazy, and saunter like aimless ducks having a Sunday walk under the sun. We start to run amok and kill every single soul we meet at the slightest sign of aggression. That would be sure sign that humanity will go extinct.
Then we can all say with such fervor, adios patria adorada!!!
Sunday, May 08, 2011
Boxing, Manny Pacquiao and Philippine Politics
Today, the streets in the Philippines are almost deserted.
The entire nation is on stand still. Pacman’s fight over Sugar Shane Mosley brings his countrymen to their TV screens as it is with his previous bouts in his boxing career. Pacman remains to be the best among the Filipino boxers throughout the country’s history so far.
I would have to confess that it's difficult not to like him. After all, he's one of our own kind. And even if Floyd Mayweather Jr. calls him “midget” and a “faggot”, fact is, the man brings honor to his nation. If there is one thing that I looked forward to, it would be the fight between Mayweather and Pacquiao.
If we want results, then let’s stop talking and start fighting.
Pacquiao vs Mosley
I don’t know just as when I’ve started to like boxing. Maybe because when I was growing up, I’ve been the only one in our family who watched boxing fights at the TV with my father. It comes as no surprise then that I also love wrestling. Do I sound barbaric? No, I’m not a violent person. I can’t put two and two together but I like pugilist sports as much as I love writing and cooking.
I’m okay with Manny wanting to sing and all. I’m even okay with him doing the movies. But politics? I don’t understand why he should run for congress and yes, eventually wins it. I just don’t get the logic behind it. Inside the ring, he’s the king. Outside it, he’s a pawn. My respect starts and ends with his boxing skills. Politics in this country is such a dirty game that Manny Pacquiao should have been wise enough to stay away from wolves and hyenas.
They will eat him alive.
However, despite my misgivings about his political aspirations, I should give the man a thumbs up. He is willing to learn the ropes as he enrolled himself at the Development Academy of the Philippines under the certificate course on Development Legislation and Governance. It's a 10 day course that would at least give him an idea of what lies ahead. It's not enough but it's a start.
I don't know how he will fare in Phil. politics but I'm keeping my fingers crossed. I hope the wolves and hyenas won't get him.
Just my two cents worth of opinion.
The entire nation is on stand still. Pacman’s fight over Sugar Shane Mosley brings his countrymen to their TV screens as it is with his previous bouts in his boxing career. Pacman remains to be the best among the Filipino boxers throughout the country’s history so far.
I would have to confess that it's difficult not to like him. After all, he's one of our own kind. And even if Floyd Mayweather Jr. calls him “midget” and a “faggot”, fact is, the man brings honor to his nation. If there is one thing that I looked forward to, it would be the fight between Mayweather and Pacquiao.
If we want results, then let’s stop talking and start fighting.
I don’t know just as when I’ve started to like boxing. Maybe because when I was growing up, I’ve been the only one in our family who watched boxing fights at the TV with my father. It comes as no surprise then that I also love wrestling. Do I sound barbaric? No, I’m not a violent person. I can’t put two and two together but I like pugilist sports as much as I love writing and cooking.
And I really have to say this. I admire and respect Manny Pacquiao as a Filipino and a boxer. But for goodness sake, he should leave politics behind!
I’m okay with Manny wanting to sing and all. I’m even okay with him doing the movies. But politics? I don’t understand why he should run for congress and yes, eventually wins it. I just don’t get the logic behind it. Inside the ring, he’s the king. Outside it, he’s a pawn. My respect starts and ends with his boxing skills. Politics in this country is such a dirty game that Manny Pacquiao should have been wise enough to stay away from wolves and hyenas.
They will eat him alive.
However, despite my misgivings about his political aspirations, I should give the man a thumbs up. He is willing to learn the ropes as he enrolled himself at the Development Academy of the Philippines under the certificate course on Development Legislation and Governance. It's a 10 day course that would at least give him an idea of what lies ahead. It's not enough but it's a start.
I don't know how he will fare in Phil. politics but I'm keeping my fingers crossed. I hope the wolves and hyenas won't get him.
Just my two cents worth of opinion.
Thursday, May 05, 2011
Because My Lips Loves Red
There is something about leaving your comfort zone that gives you jitters.
It’s a natural reaction, those butterflies that float in your stomach. No, don’t get me wrong. Not that I haven’t done it before. I’ve always been a free spirit. I chart my own journey. Follow my heart. Rely on my instincts. Surround myself with a good dose of faith and prayers and, voila! I’m all set for whatever comes my way.
So, what am I doing now? Here's the catch. A few years back, I have been distracted with thoughts of giving up some things for someone. In fact I really did give up many things. You know, the familiar words you’ve often heard to people who’s been there and done that.
Yes, that was me. If there’s such a thing called as drug-crazed. I was love-crazed. It's like you opened a bottle of perfume, soak your senses in it and you forgot to put the cap back on. In short, you lose yourself, unintentionally. But yes, when you’re in-love you’re suppose to grow in the relationship and not expire from it.
But I’m good now. So good I want to jump and run all over the place and thank God a million times for giving me the opportunity to learn from my mistakes. In fact, the first indication that I was on the right track again was when I eventually felt that I looked so ugly because I chose to wallow in my misery rather than thank the stars for showing me the reality of it all. Looking back, I must have looked like a tea bag immersed in a cup of hot water for like eons, looking wrinkled and oh-so-ugly.
So I put on some make-up, comb my hair, put on my favorite jeans and high heels, head myself to the department store. I bought a fabulous red dress and all the trappings of a beautiful woman. That day, I dropped by the adoration chapel at the Cathedral once again and had a very nice and heartfelt one-on-one talk with God. I told Him, Father, I’m back. This crazy, lovable daughter of yours is back. Please give me the strength to accept the things I cannot change and give me a chance to see this world in a child's eyes again.
And God did tell me, “ Joyce, my dear, it’s high time for you to buy yourself a new red matte lipstick because the world needs your beautiful presence. “
In short,our kind Dad, just gave me an enlightenment, a light at the end of the tunnel. Now that I'm all good and I can take a look back at it with a smile on my face, I think I must have looked really foolish during those times. But no, I don't regret it. I'm glad I learned a lot from my mistakes. It made me stronger and more wiser. And always remember this, whenever I put on my favorie red matte lipstick and I'm wearing a red dress, it means, I'm up to something. I'm ready to slay dragons and monsters with a gorgeous smile on my lips, girl. Why red? Because red is such a vibrant color. It radiates with energy and all the awesome goodness of positivity. And yes, it kicks like red hot chili peppers.
I've made peace with myself and this is the last one that I need to do. For the love of me, myself and I, I want to make Joyce (the loving, funny, free-spirited, tough cookie part of me), happy by letting her fulfill her yearnings for adventures in life. I owe her a lot and this journey is the grandest of them all. It is said that bad memories are there to remind us that the only way to forget a bad memory is to create happy ones. This change of environment and meeting new people is a part of it all.
I mean business because I just had a haircut. When I'm about to make a life-changing decision, I always cut my hair. I like my hair fabulously beautiful. I take good care of it like a baby but when I'm about to go into something life changing, I give it a not just a snip here or there. I chop it off like pork chops. (Aside from the fact that it takes a lot of courage to keep a long hair like mine which weighs like one kilo.) Everytime I cut my hair drastically short, like a bob, my friends know, I'm up to something. It's like a rite of passage for me. A symbolic thing to do. And mind you, it works great for me. All the time.
So now ladies and gentlemen, all my bags are packed. I’m ready to go.
Just think of it this way, if leaving your comfort zones give you butterflies in the stomach because of the fear of the unknown, it also brings a certain excitement to the senses. Just think about it. The prospect of seeing new landscapes, meeting new friends, exploring a new world different from the previous ones you’ve been to, it is such an attraction to me that my heart almost palpitates.
The prospect of the idea that you will be out in the world, unfamiliar surroundings, charting your new course and just trying to figure out whether taking a train is better than taking a taxi to a place where you have never known whether your favorite cinnamon rolls are available, is something pretty challenging to me. When put in a situation where you have to survive and be happy, you have no choice, but to choose the right thing.
Choose life. Choose integrity. Choose faith. Choose happiness. No but’s. No if’s. No hesitation. No in-betweens. No whatsoever.
It’s a natural reaction, those butterflies that float in your stomach. No, don’t get me wrong. Not that I haven’t done it before. I’ve always been a free spirit. I chart my own journey. Follow my heart. Rely on my instincts. Surround myself with a good dose of faith and prayers and, voila! I’m all set for whatever comes my way.
The more they tell me, I can't do it. The more I tell myself, I can do it.Some people must have thought I am insane. To give up what I have and start a new life. Somewhere out there. Like from scratch. They asked me am I not afraid. I’m no robot. Of course I am scared! A little, perhaps. Who wouldn’t be, right? But I am not the person who gets so easily attached to material things. You work for a living, you don't live to work.
So, what am I doing now? Here's the catch. A few years back, I have been distracted with thoughts of giving up some things for someone. In fact I really did give up many things. You know, the familiar words you’ve often heard to people who’s been there and done that.
Yes, that was me. If there’s such a thing called as drug-crazed. I was love-crazed. It's like you opened a bottle of perfume, soak your senses in it and you forgot to put the cap back on. In short, you lose yourself, unintentionally. But yes, when you’re in-love you’re suppose to grow in the relationship and not expire from it.
But I’m good now. So good I want to jump and run all over the place and thank God a million times for giving me the opportunity to learn from my mistakes. In fact, the first indication that I was on the right track again was when I eventually felt that I looked so ugly because I chose to wallow in my misery rather than thank the stars for showing me the reality of it all. Looking back, I must have looked like a tea bag immersed in a cup of hot water for like eons, looking wrinkled and oh-so-ugly.
So I put on some make-up, comb my hair, put on my favorite jeans and high heels, head myself to the department store. I bought a fabulous red dress and all the trappings of a beautiful woman. That day, I dropped by the adoration chapel at the Cathedral once again and had a very nice and heartfelt one-on-one talk with God. I told Him, Father, I’m back. This crazy, lovable daughter of yours is back. Please give me the strength to accept the things I cannot change and give me a chance to see this world in a child's eyes again.
And God did tell me, “ Joyce, my dear, it’s high time for you to buy yourself a new red matte lipstick because the world needs your beautiful presence. “
In short,our kind Dad, just gave me an enlightenment, a light at the end of the tunnel. Now that I'm all good and I can take a look back at it with a smile on my face, I think I must have looked really foolish during those times. But no, I don't regret it. I'm glad I learned a lot from my mistakes. It made me stronger and more wiser. And always remember this, whenever I put on my favorie red matte lipstick and I'm wearing a red dress, it means, I'm up to something. I'm ready to slay dragons and monsters with a gorgeous smile on my lips, girl. Why red? Because red is such a vibrant color. It radiates with energy and all the awesome goodness of positivity. And yes, it kicks like red hot chili peppers.
After all, if I'm going to be a winner and get photographed at the end, I'll act the part down to the last details.My red lipstick got me covered.
I've made peace with myself and this is the last one that I need to do. For the love of me, myself and I, I want to make Joyce (the loving, funny, free-spirited, tough cookie part of me), happy by letting her fulfill her yearnings for adventures in life. I owe her a lot and this journey is the grandest of them all. It is said that bad memories are there to remind us that the only way to forget a bad memory is to create happy ones. This change of environment and meeting new people is a part of it all.
I mean business because I just had a haircut. When I'm about to make a life-changing decision, I always cut my hair. I like my hair fabulously beautiful. I take good care of it like a baby but when I'm about to go into something life changing, I give it a not just a snip here or there. I chop it off like pork chops. (Aside from the fact that it takes a lot of courage to keep a long hair like mine which weighs like one kilo.) Everytime I cut my hair drastically short, like a bob, my friends know, I'm up to something. It's like a rite of passage for me. A symbolic thing to do. And mind you, it works great for me. All the time.
So now ladies and gentlemen, all my bags are packed. I’m ready to go.
Just think of it this way, if leaving your comfort zones give you butterflies in the stomach because of the fear of the unknown, it also brings a certain excitement to the senses. Just think about it. The prospect of seeing new landscapes, meeting new friends, exploring a new world different from the previous ones you’ve been to, it is such an attraction to me that my heart almost palpitates.
The prospect of the idea that you will be out in the world, unfamiliar surroundings, charting your new course and just trying to figure out whether taking a train is better than taking a taxi to a place where you have never known whether your favorite cinnamon rolls are available, is something pretty challenging to me. When put in a situation where you have to survive and be happy, you have no choice, but to choose the right thing.
Choose life. Choose integrity. Choose faith. Choose happiness. No but’s. No if’s. No hesitation. No in-betweens. No whatsoever.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Lenten Food, Easter and More
Yes, what happened to you during the Lenten Season?
It is said that Philippines is predominantly a Catholic nation. (Though at the moment, I cannot provide you the needed statistics to verify that claim. :-)...)The Lenten season is an occasion that Filipinos looked forward to. It is the time when hoards of Filipinos find their way back home, either visiting their roots at the provinces or simply to enjoy a moment of bonding and reflection with the Creator. It is also a moment to enjoy quality time for the family and friends. It is most importantly the season of Pabasa, Pasyon and processions. Centuries old traditions that dot the landscape of the country every April. What did I do? :-)
Take a look at this.
Commune with Nature. This place is at Guimbal. I told you. I so like beaches and clouds. The scorching heat of the sun is nothing compared to the breathtaking scenery right before my eyes. God is the best artist, isn't He?
I cooked "Tambo". It is a dish made of bamboo shoots with bangongon ( a type of shell, (or is it a family of snails?) that looks like a telescope found at the river) ,okra, tugabang and grated corn cooked in coconut milk. this is 100% delicious. So Yummy. I never told you I'm a veggie monster. Credit goes to my parents.
And you have to see this!!! These are huge bagongons. They're like edible river snails. They're definitely the biggest I've ever seen in my lifetime!!! And yes, you have to master the art of eating them. Keep posted.
I love bittergourd. Bitter. Did I say bitter? I love them raw and sliced with vinegar, onions and garnished with salted eggs. I think I'm addicted to this veggie. Too bad, I don't have any pineapple tidbits and green mangoes to add.
Meet "Abu", one of my favorite fish. Fried and goes well with some sliced
tomatoes and lemon. I always associate this fish with good childhood
memories. I remember eating them with gusto. :-D Aside from milkfish and tilapia, of course.
Enjoyed this "makopa" at the backyard. This tree is only about like 7 meters tall but it is teeming with fruits all over. My nephews, nieces and I enjoyed it. Nothing beats fresh fruits. Period.
This is called as "kabugaw" or Pomelo. This is available at our backyard whole year round. But yes, my pomelo here looks like they had "filariasis" (a parasitic disease) as what a friend told me.:-D But I would like to quote one of my fave books The Little Prince, what is essential is invinsible to the eyes. :-D This tastes sweet, mind you. :-)
I gave this fruit a second chance in my stomach. Called as "Mabolo"or Velvet Apple. I saw from a documentary at the Jessica Soho report that the trees' number is dwindling. This is considered as an exotic fruit around here so much so that people don't give it a second look when they see one. We're the only ones in the community with this tree in the backyard. They have that certain "smell"akin to the Durian and I've seen from that documentary that they taste good when made into pastillas. So I will definitely try my hand on it this summer.
Prayed....... An image of the Virgin Mary which was decorated with fresh flowers for Easter Sunday.
What about you? What did you do this Lenten Season? :-)
It is said that Philippines is predominantly a Catholic nation. (Though at the moment, I cannot provide you the needed statistics to verify that claim. :-)...)The Lenten season is an occasion that Filipinos looked forward to. It is the time when hoards of Filipinos find their way back home, either visiting their roots at the provinces or simply to enjoy a moment of bonding and reflection with the Creator. It is also a moment to enjoy quality time for the family and friends. It is most importantly the season of Pabasa, Pasyon and processions. Centuries old traditions that dot the landscape of the country every April. What did I do? :-)
Take a look at this.
I love bittergourd. Bitter. Did I say bitter? I love them raw and sliced with vinegar, onions and garnished with salted eggs. I think I'm addicted to this veggie. Too bad, I don't have any pineapple tidbits and green mangoes to add.
tomatoes and lemon. I always associate this fish with good childhood
memories. I remember eating them with gusto. :-D Aside from milkfish and tilapia, of course.
This is called as "kabugaw" or Pomelo. This is available at our backyard whole year round. But yes, my pomelo here looks like they had "filariasis" (a parasitic disease) as what a friend told me.:-D But I would like to quote one of my fave books The Little Prince, what is essential is invinsible to the eyes. :-D This tastes sweet, mind you. :-)
What about you? What did you do this Lenten Season? :-)
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Dance To The Beat Of The Drums (Dinagyang Festival 2011)
The air was festive. Drums echoed like thunder. The streets were filled with people. Wonderful sights. Colorful and well-designed costumes. Food galore. Spectacular performances.
In the midst of the heat of the sun, get ready for some street dancing and merry making. It's the day to celebrate the spirit of devotion to Senor Sto. Nino.
It's 2011 Dinagyang Festival.
Considered as the Philippines Best Tourism Event of the Year, Dinagyang Festival is annually held on the month of January at the Province of Iloilo. It showcases Ilonggo history and culture.
These were some photos I have taken during the event. And yes, I ate, danced and took part in the celebration. Honestly though, I love the eating part. :-D Who wouldn't? The streets were literally filled with food stalls everywhere!!! The heat of the sun was so intense but what's the purpose of sunblock eh? And besides, Dinagyang happens only once a year.
It's a feast for the senses. Considered as a world-class festival as it attracts tourist from all over the world. Dance to the beat of the drums. Feet stomping. Paint your bodies and faces. Let's celebrate!
Oblivious to the crowd of Dinagyang... I saw these two fishermen at Iloilo River..
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