Book Talk

One blog entry a week, keeps insanity away.

Books. This week is a Book Week aside from being my Complacency Week. (I'd rather not delve into the latter aspect of the week. ;p) I read two books, and bought a record-breaking EIGHT books in three days (I bought one last Wednesday, another on Thursday, and all the rest yesterday). In case you're interested, these books are:




READ:


1) Gun, with Occasional Music by Jonathan Lethem. A futuristic spy novel (pwede ring fable, Hahaha) by the author of You Don't Love Me Yet. Babyheads, evolution therapy on kittens, apes, kangaroos, rabbits, etc, and modified drugs like Acceptol, Forgettol, Blanketrol, Believol, Regrettol, and characters such as Catherine Teleprompter, Morgenlander, Walter Surface, Orton Angwine, Danny Phoneblum, Pansy Greenleaf, Grover Testafer, Celeste Stanhunt, Conrad Metcalf. (Can you guess which are the humans and which are the animals?) A very . . . different book. (Available from Elaine. Hahaha)


2) Feminist Fairytales by Barbara G. Walker. Your (and my) favorite fairtytales given an interesting feminist twist. Panalo 'yung version ng Snow White. :D (Available at UPM CAS Lib.)




BOUGHT:


1) Plum Island by Nelson DeMille. I already had a paperback copy of the book but since the hardbound cost much less, binili ko na. I had in mind what Sir K said about paperbacks not being book-books. Gets?


2) Family Life by Russell Banks. Wala lang, I just felt like buying a book (a relatively thin novel, actually) separated by numbers, in between paragraphs, transitions in POVs, and chapters. Maraming numbers, promise. :D


3) Chasing Cezanne by Peter Mayle. I'm a frustrated painter, and have a shallow (for some people) list of qualities to look for in books. Books with interesting topics (like Jews, Arabs, West Asia, basketball, art, et al), interesting titles, a familiar author or title, and good, weird, unique cover designs easily get my attention. With this one, the topic got me looking at its synopsis. Pero, when I got home I realized Peter Mayle is actually the author of the book I wanted to read last Christmas break pero unavailable sa bookstores: A Good Year (Yes, from that movie.) I guess this is a step closer to finding a copy. Hehe.


4) Autobiography of Malcolm X. The reason behind my all-week book-hunting was for the autobiography we were required to read for our next module in Socsci 120 (Directed Readings in the Social Sciences). Any would do, except for basketball players. I searched CAS Lib, but found thick autobios of Mussolini, Nehru, Trotsky and a Western yogi (ewan ko ano 'yun, HAHA). So, why Malcolm X? This time, the name got me. Malcolm X, parang rockstar lang. Sana interesting ang buhay ni Malcolm X. :D


5) Catch-22 by Joseph Heller. Familiar title, familiar author are my reasons for buying this book. I heard that it's a World War II classic, and I've been trying to get hold of a copy, pero wala. To satisfy my then-curiosity, I bought his book, Something Happened instead. Boring and draggy. I think what really drove me to buy this book was its scarcity. (Ayoko kasi ng e-book or PDF.) I felt I had to own (actually I own a few rare books, Bridge of San Luis Rey and Brave New World) something rare. Papansin ako eh. Ha ha ha.


6) Death of an Englishman by Magdalen Naab. Mistaken identity. I bought this book thinking this was the classic, Death of a . . . It turned out na Death of a Salesman pala 'yun. Nakupo, sorry Mr. Miller.


7 and 8) Cliff Notes on Animal Farm and 100 Years of Solitude. I'm secretly attached--magnetized, actually--to literary book guides. I previously bought one on Brave New World. I don't know if I'll find the time and interest to read both these reading guides with the books.


I'm not sure if I'm going to read all these books in the coming weeks. Pero, I'm sure I'll read all of them, in due time. Ha ha ha.


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(Below is the cover of the the very first book I bought with my own money for P27 [It says so in the price tag.] when I was in Grade Five yata kasi may doodles 'yung book ng names of my grade five classmates. Fern Gully. 'Yan ang Harry Potter, Twilight, at Narnia ko. Hahaha)

Road Rage

Ren shared his "dreams" of having/buying a car, Jecy said she'll be a "reckless driver" and Janjan is, I think, a very calm (and collected, Hahah) driver.

I think, in the future, it's better for me to have a driver because I foresee myself being a temperamental driver, in the sense that, if you cut me, or nearly hit me, I will run after you, and kill you. Haha. Not physically, siguro. Pero, harm will definitely be done. (Jecy thinks she'll be the done who'd do the car-cutting.)

Just yesterday, as Ken and I were trying to buy time by going to UPD and be back at UPM for our 5:30pm class, I experienced my first ever road accident. No, I wasn't driving. And neither was she.

We were in this Guardian Angel bus, JM and Doms and Ate Josh were very fond of, when it all happened. The driver was feeling like Schumacher or Tyson Sy or maybe Gaby Dela Merced, and kept swishing through traffic (in other words, cars) and before he, and we, knew it, he struck a harmless taxi driver who was getting ready to stop because of the red light, which the GA driver was trying to beat. (Whew, long sentence.)

I don't want to recount the incident that followed because it's too stressful. :)

Not a guardian angel after all.

Today, traveling the same route but longer (I was going to Sandiganbayan), I rode an fx, to sort of erase the bad luck I seem to have with GA buses. But again, it happened.

But this time, the driver of the maroon (Go, UP!) FX I was in, was the "victim". There was this Mitsubishi Adventure who kept cutting and cutting, and cutting. I thought both drivers were going to race their way (to wherever) but cooler heads prevailed (meaning our driver) and nothing violent or stressful happened.

All this makes me wonder, do I want a car (like Ren)? Do I want to be a driver (like Janjan or Jecy)? Do I want to be part of the stressful environment I call: the Metro Manila driving "scene"? Hmm.

Para Kay B:

"Please leave

everything behind

the memories, the laughter

my heart

(that you took unknowingly)

that I gave you,

that you ignored,

willingly.

Please leave

my mind soon.

my heart sooner.

me alone."

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Sorry to Ricky Lee for using the title of his book as my excuse to address my own "B". For a more critical review of Para Kay B (the book), click here.

Of Lanterns, right of view, rotating Oble, driving, MDJ etc.

Instead of uploading pictures of the Lantern Parade (Dec 17 2008), I will blog about it. Para maiba naman. (With pictures pa rin, syempre).

Last Wednesday was my first time to watch the Lantern Parade "Diliman version" despite all the hype that is associated with it. Pero it was not my first time, overall. Syempre, 'yung UPM Lantern Parade 'nung Freshie ako was my first. Ha. At, naglakad ako with the Parade.


This time, naki-nood na lang ako. Not wanting to shed off unwanted calories(?!) we just sat in front of the waiting shed just outside the AS parking lot, near the Palma Hall Annex (Exact location 'yan! We kept telling people where we were exactly kasi nagkakawalaan na. Hahaha). That spot, which for some was not-so-good, turned out to be the prime spot. We watched half the Parade sitting.

We miss you, Pau.

No one would dare stand in front of where Teppie, Elaine, Janjan, Jecy and I were sitting. They could walk, run or drag their selves to somewhere in front of us but not stand there and linger! Because, I argued, that space was our "right of view" just as passersby had their "right of way". :)


We (or I did) spent half the time making fun of people's funny outfits, quirky "props" and, uh, their behavior. Example: Merong "couple" in a yellow Pimp-My-Ride-ish car parked directly across us. They were taking pictures and stuff. Ayun, just like the Piattos commercial, we (or, again, I did) dubbed them. Haha. Masaya. :)

I didn't take notice, and note, of the lanterns of each of the campuses, orgs, admin, etc per se (Hehe). What I noticed was, of course, CAS or UPM's which "featured" this rotating replica of the Oblation. Pero, thanks to Justine's very observant eyes, we were able to see (and appreciate) that it was rotating because two men were alternating at making the Oblation replica turn. Yes, they were manually turning it. (I can just imagine how their arms ached after the Parade, which we didn't bother to finish watching).

If you were observant enough in reading you'd notice that I mentioned " watching half the Parade sitting". Tumayo kami later on because there was this, uh, group in green-colored pants and black tops making wonderful(?) noises using plastic drums (and things of that sort). And one of their dancers actually sat beside me and Janjan! Hahaha. (Meron ding group with wonderful dancers in green, pang-magsasaka-like long sleeves. They were good. :D)

But really, the highlight of the night (and the afternoon) wasn't the Parade. :) It was two things.
1) Seeing Janjan drive for the first time! I was so perplexed (Ha!) that I was quiet the whole time; laughing occasionally because of Harold's Panalo comments (Dapat mag-i-isaw siya kasama namin kaso uwi na siya, so parang hinatid lang niya kami sa may Kalayaan dorm. Salamat pa rin, nonetheless); ****Photo to follow**** and;

2) Nanlibre si Ma'am Doti ng kwek-kwek, squid balls, fish balls at C2! (She was true her word! Hahaha. Salamat Ma'am. Merry Christmas!)

Area Studies Batch 2010 and Prof. Jose

***Nga pala, there was one downside. (Two, actually, but I'd rather not talk of the first. Ha) Here it goes: Dinaya kami ng Rodicks! I saw Jecy pay P120 (two fifty-peso bills and two ten-peso coins) for two Tapsilogs but the lady with unlady-like behavior at the counter said "Kulang pa ng ten." Hay. Not wanting to cause a scene for just ten pesos, Jecy and I gave her an extra ten. Badtrip. But the food is okay. :) So bawi lang.

Enjoying our food, which cost P10 more

Are you Christmas-ready?

It's roughly two weeks (or less) 'till Christmas. Everyone has finished their to-do lists, to-buy lists, wishlists and every list there is to make that is relevant to this season of giving.

But are we really ready?

To make it sort of easier to check (and do, later on) if we are really prepared and ready for Christmas, Pastor Oly took down and shared his own list. :)

1) Clean your heart. Just as we are, or maybe our parents or relatives or kasambahays, doing a yearly(?) general house cleaning to make way, sort of, to the holiday decorations, we should also do the same with our hearts. General heart cleaning, so to speak. In Matthew 5:8: "Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God." How can we be pure in heart? Fortunately for us ". . . because God has poured out his love into our hearts . .." (Romans 5:5) it will be relatively easier. So, ask yourself, "what is the state of my heart today?"

2) Arrange your priorities. Come Christmastime, lists (aside from parties, food and gifts) are in season to sort of keep up with all the holiday hype. Instead of being stressed out with other trivial, unnecessary things, we should focus on our relationship with God. "But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness and all these things will be given to you as well." (Matthew 6:33) Many celebrate Christmas without the celebrant. Remember, it was not called "Christmas" for nothing. Jesus is the reason for the season.

3) Decorate your life. After the general cleaning and prioritizing, we now go to the second (or third?) most fun activity during Christmas (for some people): decorating. In Ezekiel 36:26, it is said: "I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit in you; I will remove from you your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh." Allow God to decorate your life with the fruits of the spirit (love, joy, kindness, patience and self-control amongst other things) because the Lord wants to make your life beautiful.

4) Receive and give the gift. Gift-giving has been identified with Christmas since, uh, time immemorial. :) Well, it started, I guess, with the three kings giving the new-born Jesus three gifts. The Lord gave us the best gift we could ever receive, and He can give: salvation. So it is just appropriate that we give Him the best gift we could ever give. For in Proverbs 23:26, it said: "My son, give me your heart and let your eyes keep to my ways." Receiving Christ as our personal Lord and Saviour is about accepting Him; and letting Him take control of your life.

In Luke 2:17: "When they had seen Him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child." When the disciples and the people knew of Christ's birth, they prophesized and told the others of this good news.

Pastor Oly asked, "Are you that selfish to keep secret the reason for your meaningful Christmas?"

I am not. So I am sharing this to you.

Merry (and meaningful) Christmas! :)

**I made a longer, more correct entry but as fate would have it, the computer, to my utter disbelief, shut down. Nag-brown out kasi. Tsk. I have tried my best to re-think and re-type what I thought of earlier. :)

Without God,

our week would be: Sinday, Mournday, Tearsday, Wasteday, Thirstday, Fightday & Shatterday.

-from my Facebook friend. ;P

"Modern-day" white man's burden

I saw this ad on one of the bulletin boards of one (Philippine) government office. I immediately asked my sister to take a picture of it. Why? Well, I was half-pissed, half-amazed. Half-amazed? Well, meron pa palang manifestation ng white man's burden nowadays. When, in fact, they are the burden. Yet they managed to boast about saving the rest of the world, when, in reality, they can't save their own.

Half-pissed? Obviously, as a Filipino, I feel like this is 1900s all over again. For me genuine help lies in the willingness not to boast of one's kindness. That it will not matter whether other people see or know that you helped. What matters is that you've gotten your goal across. To help. Without expecting to be repaid, without expecting to be wow-ed over. Without expecting good coverage and media mileage. (Such as this ad.)

Chinua Achebe said

in his book Things Fall Apart:

"There is nothing to fear from someone who shouts." p. 140.

"Living fire begets cold, impotent ash." p. 153.

"He has put a knife on the things that held us together and we have fallen apart." p.176

Remember Judy Abbott?

Judy Abbott

"The first Wednesday in every month was a Perfectly Awful Day--a day to be awaited with dread, endured with courage and forgotten with haste."
and
"PS. This is the first love-letter I ever wrote. Isn't it funny that I know how?"

-First and last lines in the book Daddy Long Legs by Jean Webster.

Of all the cartoons I have watched when I was a kid (Remy, Heidi, Romeo, Charlotte, Marcelino Pan Y Vino, Princess Sarah, Cedie, Ghost Fighter, Flame of Recca and others) and now as an adult (Barbie series: The Nutcracker, Princess and the Pauper, Mermaidia, Blues Clues, Dora the Explorer, Detective Conan, Slamdunk), I loved Judy Abbott (ABS-CBN Channel 2's title) the most. It's different and unpredictable. Yes, it's bad in a way that it encourages (by showing) a May-December love affair between guardian and his ward, Jervis Pendleton and Judy Abbott.

But, why not?

My friend and I were on the phone the other day (night, actually) when we talked about the cartoons (series and otherwise) we have watched growing up. Her brother, Harold, really knows every cartoon by heart. I asked, "Sino nga ulit 'yung naglilinis ng chimeneya? (Who's that guy who cleans chimneys again?)" Without a pause he replied, "Si Romeo." Oh, di ba? (FYI: Harold's twenty-two.)

Anyway. She told me that Judy Abbott, the cartoon series that I really loved (and miss), is actually from a book. The animated series I watched and loved as a kid was an adaptation after all. So I turned to the ever-ready-with-answers Google. There it was. Daddy Long Legs by Jean Webster. I immediately wanted a copy. I wished I can buy from Amazon.com directly. But I cannot. I am regretting my (and my parents') decision to not have a credit card.

From this day on, I promise to find a copy of the book though I have the PDF version already. It's just that... having a copy, as in a book copy, is better. It's easier to read. Basta.

Bookstores here I come!

Should I be an assassin?

If I'd name one of the semesters, in college of course, that I had the least time to read, it would be this one. So far.

Factors supporting my claim are:

1) I've bought/read some books just because they were required (Lord of the Flies, McDonaldization, Marx for Beginners).

2) I've only managed (Ha!) to borrow a book from a friend. (Things Fall Apart from Am.) And I have yet to read it.

3) I've bought only five books, using my own money. Downsize This! by Michael Moore, Gentleman's Agreement by Laura-something, A Trip to Quiapo by Ricky Lee, Line to Stroke: Art Techniques from Pencil to Paint by Paul Taggart and J.D. Salinger's Catcher in the Rye. Well, I have yet to pay for Chuck Palahniuk's novel Diary that I will get from a friend. (My mother paid for Lord of the Flies.)

4) And I have yet to read the Ricky Lee, and Paul Taggart books. (Nasira kasi yung pagkakabind nung Ricky Lee book. Tsk.)

5) I wasn't amazed with Catcher in the Rye. Yes, it had roaring and controversial reviews. Pero, wala talaga eh. Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold had more effect on me (I was in first or second year highschool when I read it) than Salinger's. Siguro it has something to do with the age I am/was in when I read the books.

It was Jecy who first told me that Salinger's "coming-of-age" book was read, or carried, by assassins and would-be assassins after their crimes or after being caught. Google provided me with case(s) in point: Mark David Chapman on John Lennon, John Hinckley Jr. on Ronald Reagan (failed), and Robert John Bardo on a certain Rebecca Shaeffer (failed).

So, after reading the book, should I be one of them? As I write (type) this, I have read the book for weeks now. And surprisingly(!) I don't find myself feeling so much hatred towards some person/event that can motivate me to kill, or inflict pain. Or find joy in thinking of such act/s.

This article on Catcher in the Rye talks about it (and the Beatles' songs in their The White Album) being "mechanisms of conrol" to motivate (negatively speaking) people, random civilians, into killing political/social icons. "Legend" has it that J. D. Salinger once worked for US Intelligence, specifically with the de-nazification (a code word alluding to the importation of high-level Nazi spies into the highest ranks of the American Intelligence Community under the auspices of Project Paperclip, the top secret operation which smuggled hundreds of Nazis out of Germany. These "reformed" Nazis were then given new identities, in time forming the core of the new U.S. intelligence, defense and aerospace establishments) of Germany. Wow. I love conspiracy theories.

Well. This mini-review of Catcher in the Rye (I say mini kasi I mentioned it towards the end of this entry) has brought to light, on/to me especially the controversy and the hype that came with it that must have led it into being a "cult-ish" publication. Thus, being labelled a classic. Or maybe, I'm not that of a good critic/reader, to like/appreciate this one.

Having read the book, and not liking/appreciating it, am I, now, a candidate for being the Assassin of the Year(s to come)? If I do become an assassin, I think I would not blame (or credit) this book. Maybe someone else's work. He he. And if that day happens *evil laugh*, you'll read about it in the news.

I think, as Ate Avic of San Cristobal tours once said (as we were traversing the dangerous terrain of the Sumaguing Caves in Sagada), "It's all in the mind."

Bell-buster: The Balangiga Bells

For those who haven't heard of the Balangiga bells, or their history, here it is, or a brief one:

During the American period (1901, to be exact), the natives of Balangiga, Samar "surprised" aka ambushed the American soldiers, killing many. The soldiers, in an effort at reprisal (a lousy one at that), stole (yes, they did) the bells (there were three; one big and two smaller ones) of the town church.

Now, after 107 years of that fateful day ("the ambush"), the bells are not yet in Samar (neither are they in the country) despite the government's efforts to "persuade" the (hard-headed) US Military. Presently, "the smallest bell is on permanent display at the traveling museum of the 9th US Infantry, now stationed in Korea while the two bigger bells are displayed at the Trophy Park at the F.E. Warren Air Force Base in Cheyenne, Wyoming".

Balangiga town mayor Viscuso de Lira said, “Our wish of getting back the church bells remain,” as he expressed belief that this could only be done through diplomatic way.

Mayor de Lira and, maybe, the whole town of Balangiga are still hoping (not wishing because wishes tend to be "impossible") to hear the church bells.

Kamown. These bells, old and rusty they maybe, signify the town's, and of Samar's, history. These bells signify that once in many battles have the Filipinos won against those arrogant military soldiers. Keeping the bells in their custody (and on display at their museums) shows how childish Americans are, in general.

They can't even give the bells back, for godssakes, when in the first place these bells belong to us. To our country. These bells are, for them Americans, just "war booty". But for the Samareños (and Filipinos) they signify/mean a lot. Not just military history. I know for a fact that these bells mean a lot to the town church, the parish, and the people (being the devout Catholics that they are).

And yet, after years and years of keeping these bells, they (Americans, the US Military at that) refuse to budge. Despite the "diplomatic" efforts to get the bells back, nothing. Goes to show how diplomatic the US can get. They don't.

Well, just a hunch. I think the US Military are not giving (or does not have the intention to) the bells back because in doing so would mean defeat. They were defeated by the natives (maybe, they were even gunless), who had no prior military experience, etc. So giving back the bells, now, would mean that they accepted that they were wrong. Na dati pa, hindi na dapat nila kinuha. Talk about power-tripping.

Bells, bells, bells. Kept or held on to by them people without balls, balls, balls.

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All facts and quoted statements are from: this article.

Sinok

Sabi ng Chem teacher ko nung highschool, si Mrs. Rubio, "Less talk, less mistake"

Sabi naman ni Ren sa blog entry niya na nabasa ko kani-kanina lang. "hindi rin sagot ang katahimikan, kailangan may sabihin kahit wala na nga talagang masabi, sulat lang ng sulat"

Dagdag pa niya, "Magsulat para may masabi lang, dahil pag dumating ang oras na wala ka na talagang masabi, kahit ang mga salitang wala ka nang masabi ay hindi na lalabas, hihinto na lahat at mawawala, parang"

Sabi ko naman. Less talk, less mistake ay pareho rin ng "Less emo-ish blog entries, less things, less thoughts to explain or to justify." Tama?

Pero minsan talaga, kahit hindi ka na dapat magsalita o magsulat ay napapasalita o napapasulat ka pa rin. Minsan kasi, kailangan lang talagang ilabas. Parang dighay (burp) lang. Pag hindi mo nilabas, nakakasinok.

Mrs. Rubio, I am saying less, compared to what I plan to or can say (which is more) kasi ayoko pong masinok. Bow. :)

Peace in the shadows

"But us, we found peace in the shadows

Long enough to see the monsters rise . . .

You left your thumbprint inside me now for months it seems

But mine only brushes your soft surface

And somehow, somehow it leaves me listless."


-0% Interest, Jason Mraz

Phenomenal Thursday Nights

I spend my Thursday evenings with 40-plus co-students listening to this tall forty-something wide-eyed sleep-deprived (I think) guy rant about Marx, Luis, and Catholicism all in one breath. For three hours, with no breaks at all.

This is maybe not your idea of a perfect Thursday night. Some find this boring. Some spend their Thursdays at home lounging around or at the streets (or bars) partying, as if Thursday is their Friday.

But for me, these Thursday nights are the "high" of my relatively uneventful school/university life. (If you're wondering what's my low, my answer in two words would be: Anthro One.) Aside from reports, ACLEs, quizzes, poem analysis, practical exams in Fencing, I don't really look forward to anything. Except for this class.

My professor (who I shall not name). He's like Joey De Leon/Tito Rod/Sir Esguerra rolled into one. He's funny and has that weird, uniquely Pinoy sense of humor. Plus, he's very, very smart (ask Peter Blau). when he's talking you'd know that he knows what he's talking about. And no matter how far-fetched (and nose-bleed causing) the concepts he's trying to teach us are, he'd find a way, an example to make you understand. Before you know it, you'd find yourself agreeing with him.

No, this blog is not about his greatness. So I'd stop here.

One of the many things he taught us is that we don't really understand what other people are going through perfectly, exactly. Because we are, simply, different individuals. We are shaped by our lived experiences, the environment we have, and the people we interact with.

Also, he told us, "The one you love is the one you have to set free." No, this is not a Joe D'Mango class. What he said basically is this: You don't own anyone. Even the one you love. So, let them free.

One more thing. Phenomenon. He said that for every person, there is that one defining moment called "phenomenon" which shapes, molds or forces a person to change. For my professor, his son is his phenomenon. When his son came into his life, he started thinking more about his health because he realized that he wants to see his grandchildren, suddenly.

As I walk the streets of Vito Cruz and Dominga, on my way home, I find myself thinking: What (or who) is my phenomenon? When is it coming or going to happen? Has it happened? Or is it happening now?



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*This is a cross-post from my Multiply page.

House-hold

"No one can describe themselves in ten words, why would we want to hear anyone else do it?"

-Olvia Wilde as Dr. Thirteen, House M.D.

New words to live by

From Mr. Gino Dela Paz:

1) Aspire to only post things that are inspiring. The world doesn't need more negative energy than it already has.

-You're not the first to tell me that, Gino. Pero, nonetheless, being the second makes the message all the more pressing and important. From now on, no more emo posts. :s

2) The less you spill about yourself the less you have to clean up in case of an online emergency.
-Okay. No more emo posts na nga.


From the Supreme fold of the Philippine Star:
thumb lashing - to be reprimanded through SMS
gr7 - less than "gr8" (great)
serial chiller - person who does nothing but bum
retox - to consume alcohol after a hiatus

Unusual.

Unusual ang style ng damit na ito.

Isa sa mga nakakatawang bagay na resulta ng isang Friend Day. Syempre, marami pang iba (mula sa ibang Friend Day) pero ito lang ang pwedeng picture-an. (Bawal sa Powerbooks eh).

Isang hapon, habang naghahanap ng board shorts si Ren para sa isang party na kanyang pupuntahan...

Am: Uy Ren, ayos 'tong damit na 'to.
Jecy: *nung makita ang style ng damit* (see photo above) Oo nga, Ren bagay na bagay 'to sa'yo. Unusual.

Hindi verbatim ang pagkaka-translate ko ng usapan between Am and Jecy kasi matagal na 'tong nangyari. :) If you want to see for yourself ang Unusual styles, punta kayo sa Rob Department Store. Meron doon. Madami.



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*This is a cross-post from my Multiply page.

To the girl who calls me Frankikay:

"Well, I haven't seen you in a while. You know I miss our talks, I miss your smile."
-Song For The Rich, Tristan Prettyman

For some, name-calling is a start of something bad or it's not a good way, or the way, to start a relationship. Be it a friendship or a romantic relationship. But for me and Janjan, it isn't.

Thanks to our History 3 prof (whom we call by the wonderful, endearing name of Shawie) I became Franky. Yes, Shawie-Frankie just like the Megastar and her Mega daughter. :) I forgot the whole story behind the name but somehow the name stuck.

Flashback: Janjan, Pauie (Raizel) and I, after the NSTP Bisitang Institusyon decided to call each other degrading names. Or rather, degrading forms of our true, normal names. I call Raizel "Pauie" and Janjan calls her "Paupau". Janjan calls me "Franky" and Pauie calls me "Franks". I call Janelle "Janjan" and Pauie calls her "Pare". Gets?

Anyway. Instead of hating the name "Franky" I tolerated it (despite the "truth" that it doesn't actually fit me like a glove). Just for the simple fact that it became some sort of bond between Janjan and I. That even though we are separated by two psywar-ring campuses (separated by miles apart) who tend to say they are better than the other, we still consider each other close friends. Or at least, I do.

If this is was Area Studies 101, our freindship can be called "crossborder friendship".

And just in case you're still wondering about the "kikay" part . . . that's from the Sagada fieldtrip. Justine called me "Kikay" and Janjan (I think she finds the name funny) sort of adopted it and formed a "neologism" (haha). Thus the name, Frankikay.


To You, Janjan:

Who still calls me Frankikay.
Who shared my dislike for Ma'am alam-mo-na before (kasi ayaw niya sa maingay)
Who liked, like me, to call people codenames (secretly, of course)
Who knows who Hannibal is
Who knows who all "our" Bestfriends 1-6 are
Who likes chismax :))Whose insightful (haha) blog posts I read,
Whose sister I call Wachel,Who is, by far, the youngest ka-batch I know
But certainly not the most childish,Who just celebrated her 18th birthday . . .

Happy, happy birthday!
May you find what you are really hoping, wishing and waiting for in the right time.
Always remember, just what I said before, you are maybe losing friends but "You're not losing me." :))

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Janjan, alam ko long overdue na 'tong post na 'to. :) Naging busy lang. Sorry, and Happy Birthday.

Pantay(o)

Pantay(o)*
by Jo Ann Madarang

Sa unang tingin
maaari nating tanungin,

"Di ba't ang pagsulong ng ekonomiya
ay pagsulong rin ng nakararami?"


Isang masaklap na katotohanan:
Ang mga mahihirap, sa pulitika'y walang laban.
Pa'no maisusulong ang kanilang pangangailangan,
Kung ang mga pulitiko ay ayaw silang pakinggan?


Ating tatanungin, pa'no nga ba gagawing
ang pagsulong ng ekonomiya ay pagsulong rin ng nakararami?
Ang gobyerno, korupsyon, mga programa at implementasyon
Sa kanila nakasalalay ang tunay na pagsulong.


Laganap na korupsyon, nagdudulot ng kahirapan tiyak 'yon.
Ang gobyerno at pribadong sektor
dapat magtulungan, at may isang layon:
Maihatid sa mahihirap ang benepisyong hinintay ng maraming taon.


Hindi man maganda (sa pandinig) ang tulang ito:
sana'y nakinig pa rin kayo.
Tandaan: ang tunay na pagsulong
ay ang pagsulong na "pantayo".

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*This is my first poem in Filipino. I made for my Econ101 class under Prof. John Ponsaran. The topic assigned was pro-poor growth. 

Preparing for rain

"God saves the best for last, and the best is yet to come." -Pastor Oly

Waiting has its rewards but sometimes one cannot help but feel tired. More than being tired, one may feel hopeless that the wait is never gonna bear good fruits. Rather, the time one spent waiting is considered time wasted.

But as I listened to Pastor Oly last Sunday I realized the value of waiting. That good things comes to those who wait. That in moments you feel that time is being wasted on waiting, and not acting or doing something, you should pray and trust God that what He wants will be done.

Thus, my second favorite verse,

Hebrew 11:1 "Now faith is being sure of what we hope for, and being certain of what we do not see."

In the movie Facing The Giants, Mr. Bridges told Grant Taylor a parable of two farmers who prayed to God for rain. But only one prepared his fields for it. Mr. Bridges asked, "Who do you think deserved and got the rain he prayed for?" Grant replied, "Of course, the farmer who prepared his fields."

No matter how long I have to wait, I am assured that what I'm wairting for will come.

And, yes, God, I am preparing for rain.

Lots of it.