Friday, April 6, 2012

A Perfect Summer Treat: Shredded Gulaman


In the Philippines, where the weather is hot, it would most likely be very delightful to feast on something cold. That is perhaps the reason why you would always spot a sago or buko juice vendor anywhere.

And speaking of sago, I noticed that there are lesser buko salad served in a fiesta or handaan lately. Perhaps because bukos are so expensive especially in the cities, so Filipinos, as inventive that we are, found a very interesting and similarly yummy alternative for buko, that is ------ the shredded gulaman or "gelabuko".

It's pretty easy to make actually.

All you need is this amazing pack of powdered gulaman. Unlike the dried bars before, this pack releaves you from the hassle of cutting those bars thinly.

Zang Unflavored Gulaman in Clear


This is available in every supermarket at around Php 30.00. It is very affordable and a pack can make one salad for 5 persons. Below are other varieties to choose from but I prefer the unflavored ones.






Following the instructions at the back of these packs:

  1. Add 8 cups of water in a basin
  2. Slowly pour the contents of the pack into the basin while stirring
  3. Dissolve completely.
  4. Leave the basin for at least 5 minutes.
  5. Put basin under low heat while constantly stirring.
  6. Remove basin from heat when mixture starts to boil.
  7. Pour contents into container.
  8. Refrigerate, if desired.
  9. Once the gulaman is set, use a Buko shredder to shred the gulaman.


And oh la la...




Here's your GELABUKO and you may now add your favorite salad stuff like cream, milk, fruits, cheese, or mayo or whatever.

I added lots of cream with mine. And condense milk, a can of fruit cocktail, lots of cheese, and raisins. And one thing that is necessary, serve it cold. :)

Instant summer delish treat that won't hurt your pocket!

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Saturday, March 31, 2012

Books to read this summer



I went over the shelves of novels in the bookstores recently, looking for a good read this summer. And then I found Paulo Coelho's books:

The lists starts with:

  1. The Manifest of Krig-há
  2. Theater For Education
  3. Hell Archives
  4. Practical Manual of Vampirism
  5. The Pilgrimage
  6. The Alchemist
  7. Brida
  8. The Greatest Gift
  9. The Valkyries
  10. Maktub
  11. By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept
  12. The Fifth Mountain
  13. Love Letters from a Prophet
  14. The Manual of the Warrior of Light
  15. Veronika Decides to Die
  16. Essential Words
  17. The Devil and Miss Prym
  18. Fathers, Sons and Grandsons
  19. Eleven Minutes
  20. The Genie and the Roses
  21. Journeys
  22. The Zahir
  23. Revived Paths
  24. Like the Flowing River
  25. The Witch of Portobello
  26. Life: Selected Quotations
  27. The Winner Stands Alone
  28. Aleph
I haven't completed all of them just yet. But I planning to buy one or two. Which do you think should I buy? Please leave a comment and subscribe!

Thanks a lot! :)

P.S. If you happen to follow Georgina Wilson on twitter watch out for her tweets because she is giving away Paolo Coelho's books! Search for the hashtag #passabook. Good Luck!

Sunday, December 25, 2011

9 Long Weekends for 2012


Today is December 26, 2011, just a day from after Christmas and here we are, busy once again with paper works and reports.

Anyway, a few days from now, 2011 calendars will be replaced with 2012. Consequently, a new year to hope for something better, greener and end of the world? (@_@) LOL.

Just recently, Malacañang in the Philippines released Proclamation No. 295, announcing a total of NINE (9) long weekends for next year.

The list includes:

  • January 21-23, 2012 (Chinese New Year)
  • April 5-9, 2012 (Holy Week and Araw ng Kagitingan)
  • April 28-29 (April 30) May 1, 2012 (Labor Day)
  • August 18-21, 2012 (Eid-al-Fitr and Ninoy Aquino Day)
  • August 25-27, 2012 (National Heroes Day)
  • October 26-28, 2012 (Eid-al-Adha)
  • November 1-4 (All Saints’ Day)
  • November 30-Dec 2 (Bonifacio Day)
  • December 29-Jan 1 (New Year)
Wow! This is totally great for adventure seekers like me! I do hope CebuPac and other flight savys will come supportive next year!

And, I do hope I am still alive by December 29-Jan1 if the end of the world threat might come real.






Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Jacque Bermejo, Angie Ligut, Jasmine Vestil, Celine Acut: The Hell with These People?

When Bagyong Ondoy struck Manila on September of 2009, Jacque Bermejo earned so much attention with her insensitive tweets about the victims of the calamity.





And then there was Angie Ligot who caused steer after posting her status that insulted not only Ms. Shamcey Supsup but also the Filipinoes during the Miss Universe 2011 Pageant.



And months after, a certain Jasmine Vestil of Davao enraged the settlers of Butuan City after she made some pointless comments about their city.










And just recently, this certain Celine Acut from France is the apple of public humiliation after posting her discriminating comments in a social network right after the Bagyong Sendong (with international name "Washi") tragedy:





Now, who's next? Would you be willing to post heartless comments for the sake of attention or fame?

From what I've read, "Tactlessness means to have or show an excessive lack of social skill and sensitivity in dealing with others or with difficult interpersonal issues." It just shows that these persons are socially handicapped that is why they try to mock everybody. I pity them.




 


Sunday, December 11, 2011

Should I Nag or Not?

My boyfriend and I of more than one year now recently hit some really serious argument.

The issue is part jealousy and part my-fault-for-being-not-too-vocal-of-how-I-really-feel.

I agree that I hate nagging around for things I never got which I always really wanted to happen.

Oh well, a few days ago, we had a good talk with office mates regarding nagging in relation to relationships. A guy friend shared that he would have hated his girlfriend if she won't nag at him when he's up to something wrong instead of just being silent about it and then would just burst out like that. His insight kind of "ring a bell" 'cause I am likely the latter! Damn!

Now, I admit I did wrong. We (my boyfriend and I) wouldn't be in this argument if it weren't for me.

I tried to search online for help and I found this clip on youtube. I thought this woman right here is a psychologists but really I could not relate 'cause she is relating about doing chores.



Anyway, I wanted to ask your opinion. I wanted to see some light from a different perspective. Is nagging in some way healthy in a relationship?

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Something "Uncommon"

As soon as we see the "ber" suffix on our calendar, the word "Christmas" would suddenly ring the bell. And when we say Christmas, the joy of attending parties and gift-giving are at it's toll.

About a week ago, my officemates in our humble accounting unit decided to do some Kris Kringle with about 20 of us who are willing to spend their Php 50.00 each Monday for something they would give to their Manito/Manita.

To ease the problem of thinking about what something we should give each Monday, we agreed to put our ideas in a bowl and we would just fish from it every week.

Here are some of our ideas:

1. Something GREEN - literally or constructively; green may sometime connote "kinky"

2. Something HAIRY - feather pens, feather dusters, hairy stuff toys

3. Something FOUL - with foul odor like "bagoong", itlog maalat, literal foul shirts

4. Something NATIVE - "Bomo" is the place!

5. Something RIDICULOUS - (The 0ne who thought may be as well ridiculous!)

6. Something FUNNY - Bob Ong's first 4 books, Statement shirts

7. Something Sticky - Sanitizers, Gels, etc.

8. Something Oily -

9. Something Rough

10. Something Yummy

11. Something Hot

12. Something Triangle

13. Something Sound-producing

14. Something Rare

15. Something Breathing

16. Something Moving/Mechanical

17. Something Romantic

18. Something Ugly

19. Something Rusty

20. Something Personally Made

There goes the list. Some of which I thought myself. So, I do hope I gave you an idea over there.

Merry Christmas everyone!

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

SERIES - How to be Rich: A repost from Allan Inocente


The following article is the first of 8 ways to shift your money habits and get started in building rich money habits so you can achieve your dream of financial freedom.


Rich Money Habit #1 - Pay Your Self First

"A part of all you earn is yours to keep. It should be not less than a tenth no matter how little you earn. It can be as much as you can afford. Pay yourself first...Wealth, like a tree grows from a tiny seed...the sooner you plant that seed, the sooner the tree shall grow...the more faithfully you nourish and water that tree...the sooner you may bask in contentment beneath its shade"


- George S. Clason, from the book The Richest Man In Babylon



When I was a kid, I used to have this small piggy bank given to be by my parents. Whenever I get a perfect score in school, I get PhP 1 as reward. It was fun getting an award every now and then. At some point, I realized I was already getting better at school because my piggy bank was almost full with coins. Saving money was a lot simpler then. And I was even keeping all the money I saved, not just a part of it.

Unfortunately, that simple lesson didn't stay with me for very long.




When I started earning money from my very first job, all the money I earned, I just spent them away. I spent it so quickly a few days after my paycheck arrived, I was already looking forward to the next pay day. It didn't cross my mind that I was living a dangerous lifestyle which was made even worse by the new credit card that arrived in the mail.


When I received my very first credit card, I was so ecstatic. I was so proud of myself, I decided to make a show out of it. I bought a washing machine, a stove, a new pair of shoes, and a bunch of clothes all at the same time, even without the money to pay for it. I only had to use my new credit card!


That experience triggered a sequence of events that left me helpless for quite a long time. I realized very quickly that the small amount I was earning was not enough to make a huge dent on my increasing credit card debts. Most of it was used to pay off just the interest. There were times I even had to do a cash advance on my credit card just to get the money to pay for my rent. It was an embarrassing experience, one that I promised to myself never to allow it to happen again.


I tried really hard, for so many times to have the "discipline" to save money so I can pay off my debts. I am not sure if it's just me, but I never was able to make it work. An emergency would always come up at the last minute and all the money I've saved, I'd spent them away.


It was really frustrating. You're working very hard to earn money. Looking at your payslip, you find out that a huge chunk of your paycheck is taken away as taxes. After all the deductions, you are left with very little amount of money which you're supposed to stretch to pay for your credit card debts and your basic needs.

Start Small

What worked for me, and worked so well, was enrolling into an automatic savings plan in our company. One day after getting really frustrated with my "lack of discipline", I went ahead and enrolled into the automatic savings plan. I initially chose the smallest percentage (i.e. 2%) possible to be the deducted from my paycheck and transferred into my savings account every month. Even though that amount seems small right now, at that time, it was really a big deal. I felt that the 2% was being taken away from me.

At first, it was hard to let go of the idea that the small amount that I was earning was still being reduced. Later on, I realized that I can actually live with the 98% without sacrificing a lot of things. Most importantly, it gave me confidence that I CAN actually save money. That realization was a big thing because, it gave me the courage to face the world with head held high knowing that I have money saved somewhere, even if it is just only a small amount.

Gain Confidence

Encouraged by the results, I increased my savings percentage to be 5% of my paycheck. At that time, going from 2% to 5% was a big deal. The extra 3% was a huge deduction from whatever I can spend. I knew I needed to be watchful of how I spend money if I ever want to make it.

For example, I used to pay fees when withdrawing money from a bank different from my own. Because my life seemed to be always in constant emergency, I always fell into the trap of having to withdraw the money right away and be forced to withdraw it from a different bank and incur an ATM interconnection fee. The fee is small, but when you take into account how many times I had to pay the fee, it really becomes significant.

After a few months, I increased my savings again to be 10% of my paycheck. At this point, I was really nice enjoying seeing my savings continually grow. After a year and earning an increase from a promotion, I felt confident enough to increase it even further to the maximum percentage allowed, which was at 20%. That was a stretch for me at the time, but seeing how my money was growing every month was a source of inspiration for me.

Make it automatic

The great thing about making this process automatic was that it takes away the decision making from my hands (at least after I've set it up). When before, I had to always remind myself to have the discipline to save and not touch it, now, all I do is choose the percentage and forget about it. In addition, getting my hands into that money had a certain inconvenience attached to it. To withdraw, I had to go through all the trouble of going to the cashier's office (which was open only on specific days), fill-up the form, wait for it to be processed and receive the amount. The inconvenience was enough for me to just decide to leave the money there.


When I resigned from that company a few years after, the money I got from that automatic savings plan was able to help me out when I transitioned to a job overseas. Some of it was also used as initial budget in preparation for me and my wife's wedding.


Looking back, these blessings would not have been possible if not for that first step to decide saving just 2% of what I earn. The good news is that you too can save. Start small. Take baby steps. Build that confidence. Set it up and forget about it. And soon, you just might be surprised how BIG it would have grown.

To your financial success!
_________________________
Allan Inocente
Rich Money Habits
http://www.akosiallan.com

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Soundtrack for the brokenhearted, the loveless and to those who are struggling to move on

Okay... This is off topic. Nothing to do with my critical mind nor about social injustices or anything amazing for a cause.


Taking a break from my usual post, am not even brokenhearted, okay?

A guy friend gave me this present last Christmas and he was like expecting so much to receive something from me. I thought of shirts but I don't even know his size. He's a school mate way back in grade school and high school and we never seen each other for like 6 years now. Nothing so special except for that crazy thing I did during an acquaintance party where I offered him a dance just for some bet's sake with my girlfriends.

Back to the present I should give him something. I thought of crazy stuff or something funny but my conscience's bothering me. Because he sent me something with still a tag on it!!! It's $14.++!!!

And so I decided to give him something special. Something with my own creativity on it. However, it's been three weeks now, but I still couldn't complete it! Heck! It's so hard to find the perfect songs!!!

From I heard, this guy friend had just broke up with his girlfriend. And he was damn devastated with the breakup that he keep on changing FB accounts for the nth time now! He loved that girl so much.. And I just feel sorry for him. He's still recovering and I JUST THOUGHT a CD with some brokenhearted and moving on songs in it might help him along his journey...

I'd like to ask your help. It's damn difficult to look for songs on the internet. Some blogs recommend oldy and crappy songs.

Below are my personal picks (not arranged in any particular order):

1. EVIDENCE by Urbandub
2. GONE by N'Sync (not so boybandish, but I personally like this song's beat)
3. CRY ME A RIVER by Justin Timberlake (Just a coincidence, I like this too)
4. OVER YOU by Daughtry
5. IT ENDS TONIGHT by The All American Rejects
6. SOMEDAY by Nina (A tearjerker, probably for girls, but I doubt for guys)
7. MOVING ON by Taio Cruz (Something New on my playlist)
8. FOUR SEASONS OF LONELINESS - Boys II Men
9. HERE WITHOUT YOU - 3 Doors Down
10. HAPPY ENDING - Avril Lavigne

.... and my mind went to a blank...

Opened a browser. Logged to google.com and searched "songs for the brokenhearted"

And found these:

  • TRY SLEEPING WITH A BROKEN HEART - Alicia Keys.
  • ALL OR NOTHING - O-Town.
  • BLEEDING LOVE - Leona Lewis. (I'll probably put a male version)
  • CRAWL - Chris Brown.
  • SAY GOODBYE - Chris Brown.
  • DOESN'T MEAN ANYTHING - Alicia Keys.
  • I'M MOVING ON - Rascall Flatts ( Nice country)
  • SET THE FIRE TO THE THIRD BAR- Snow Patrol (From Dear John)
  • WAIT FOR YOU - Elliot Yamin
  • RIGHT HERE - Brandy

    I got a few help from my old CD case, full of burned up songs I used to love through high school until college and was surprise about how many more I compiled:

  • FOUR SEASONS OF LONELINESS - Boyz II Men
  • COULD IT BE ANY HARDER - The Calling
  • DARE YOU TO MOVE - Switchfoot
  • NO ORDINARY LOVE - Urbandub
  • BURN - Usher
  • TORN - Natalie Imbruglia
  • SOMEDAY WE'LL KNOW - New Radicals
  • WHEN GOD MADE YOU - Christian Song
  • HURT - Christina Aguilera
  • FACE DOWN - Jumpsuit Apparatus
  • I DON'T LOVE YOU - My Chemical Romance
  • WHEN IT RAINS - Paramore

    Wanna add some more? Please post comment... Thank you!

Friday, December 3, 2010

SOCIAL NETWORKING FOR A CAUSE




"Change your facebook profile picture to a cartoon from your childhood and invite your friends to do the same. Until Monday (Dec .6) there should be no human faces on facebook, but an invasion of memories. This is for VIOLENCE AGAINST CHILDREN..."



For the past weeks of November, above text have been circulating all over facebook.


Almost everybody have changed their profile pictures a week after.

From the vanity to animé, social networking sites such as facebook has been continually transformed, as of this writing, into a colorful parade of childhood recollection.

I actually even changed my profile pic as well. But have you ever wondered where this kind of craze originated? Ever thought this is some kind of a trick or a joke perhaps? Then you should watch this and think again.


According to sources, however, "origins of this campaign remain a mystery, as it doesn’t seem to be affiliated with any official organization. And not that you need to limit child abuse awareness to a certain time of year, but, at least in the U.S.,National Child Abuse Prevention Month isn’t until April."

Despite of that fact, I still am cooperating. Because I am not just uploading some lame pictures, placing some nonsense comments such as "hehe", or wasting my time playing farmville, I am doing this to send a message to everyone that violence towards children is real and it is happening all around us around the world.

Over 3 million children are reported to be mistreated or abused each year. Each child, whether experiencing neglect, injury or violence, is profoundly altered as a result. Emotional, physical, social and behavioral problems are all likely for the child exposed to violence.



I believe no child really deserves this.

Imagine what kind of people this children would become in the future. Serial killers? Mad addicts? Suicide bombers? An annoying officemate? Yes! That can be possible. What made him annoying may be caused by his miserable past. That would best explains also the antagonists of our lives. Perhaps they are all abused, we might not know.

So, this is your chance. Let your voice be heard and change your profile pic now!


(Pictures posted are not OWNED by the author. No copyright infringement intended. All I want is to share a message)

Saturday, September 25, 2010

AN ECHO OF TRUTH: Quirino Bloodbath

As I've watched the tragedy on national TV that Monday evening, I felt goosebumps on my forearms and on my nape. It was as though I was watching a movie. But it was no movie, it was real with 15 lives at stake and everybody's starting to ask:

  • -Why was that aggravated ex-policeman in the bus?
  • -Why did they let him in, in the first place?
  • -What made him do the bus hijacking?
  • -Why did the driver who escaped from the bus criedl out that all Chinese on board were dead?
  • -Why was the ex-policeman's brother taken unto custody?
  • -Who made that anonymous call?
  • -Why did the police wait for another 12 hours to make a move?
  • -Why didn't they (Philippine Police) have goggles and gas masks when they thrown out tear gas inside the bus?
  • -Why did the police positioned on the side of the bus where they could be seen on the bus' side mirror?
  • -Why blame media?
  • -Why was PNoy smirking when he finally gave his statement?
  • -Why is he acting like he's lurking away from public scrutiny?
  • -...and alot of why's, who's and how's..

I am pretty sure that you, who are reading this, has already known the answers for most of the questions above. Because you are reading this one, I am quite confident that you had likewise read a lot of news, a lot blog articles, watched various video clips, and even saw pictures of smiling insensitive jerks in front of that bus.

But now, I want you to read this one...

A written postscript based on his personal account on the incident. From someone who was actually in the bus when everything happened.

Here it goes:

Postcripts To A BloodBathby Eric Po on Tuesday, August 24, 2010 at 1:14pm

Mr. Mendoza was already upset even before he saw on television what the policemen did to his brother. The other tourists who remained inside the bus were complaining. Wei Ji Jiang wanted to go to the bathroom. Dao Chi Yu was hungry and the rest were just groaning and whining like they have forgotten that our lives rest in Mr. Mendoza's hands. The hostage taker, as you know him was really nice. He treated us okay and even let the elders and the children leave the bus. He said your policemen treated him unfairly. He was a policeman too and was accused of doing something he had no knowledge of. But your government didn't listen so he used us to get everyone's attention.

Things would have never turned for the worst if he didn't see how his family was dragged out of their house and taken into custody. He was watching the news all the time as we huddled around each other behind the bus. He shouted some words in your language then started shooting in the air. A girl about my age started screaming. Mr. Mendoza demanded her to stop but she didn't understand English. God, he had to slash her neck with a knife just to put her to rest. Her boyfriend who tried to hit him was shot in the head. Tension was rising. You can see in his face how scared and confused he was. The bus driver ran away leaving him alone with strangers from a distant land. I can see him walking across the aisle, sometimes pointing his machine gun to one of the tourists. But he tried his best not to hurt us, especially those who really cooperate. I guess its in your nature not to inflict pain on others unless it was necessary.

I remember him saying that he will free us before sundown and implored us to forget everything when we return home. But his words don't matter now. The policemen were trying to force their way in, while we all lied down to shield ourselves from bullets. Mister Mendoza blindly shoots at his enemies which I think kept them from rescuing us. I hear sobs under the chairs. Some were even shouting the names of their loved ones even when the air merely eat their words. Kevin Tang tried to escape when the glass door was was shattered, but one shot and he slumped on the floor with blood gushing from his mouth. Heavy rain pitter-pattered on the rooftop. In old Chinese saying, it means an end to a struggle.

Finally, somebody was able to open the escape hatch at the back of the bus. Freedom. But I knew Mister Mendoza was still alive. I knew he was just waiting for a chance to strike back at his enemies. So I told those around me not to escape. Let the authorities come for us instead. Then there was gunfire. He was firing at his enemies with a machine gun. Those who were at the escape hatch fled abandoning us once again. It's like a nightmare with no end and to wake up means a certain death. Then somebody from outside the bus threw a canister. It forced out a black smoke that is so painful to the eyes and putrid smelling to the nose. People started screaming. We cannot breathe. Some ran in front of the bus but Mister Mendoza warned them of stray bullets. It was too late. One was hit on the head, the other was hit on the shoulders. Bullets were now flying. Its like the authorities thought we were all dead. Mister Mendoza finally admits his mistake and said sorry to everyone, dead or alive. He then ran towards the front of the bus where he would meet his maker.

As he passed by my chair with bullets whistling overhead, I clutched my hand on the velvet curtain and wrapped it around my face. All I could think of was to stay alive - for my child who is waiting for me back in Xinjang.

I know I will survive, I will come home.

Bang Lu Min, Survivor, Quirino Bloodbath

I hope you felt a different kind of relief after reading what I had just shared. It's like as if you have come into a different light, like seeing it at a different perspective.I pray for justice to be served and open-mindedness to prevail.

My deepest sympathy to the victims including Rolando Mendoza and his family.

BLACK RIBBON CAMPAIGN - Make this your profile pic to counter the impression that we Filipinos (as a... whole) are insensitive to the recent tragedy that happened in our country. Let us mourn with Hongkong and China. Let them know that we are just as sad and angry as them. Let us share their grief and pray for the victims, their families, the police authorities, the government, the Hongkong people, the Filipinos, and for peace and healing in both countries. PLS SHARE

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

I NEED THAT MAGIC CARPET RIDE!

July 6, 2010
10:46 PM

I am mad!


I’m mad with you, my brother.

I’m mad at you because you are so selfish. I hate you for being so irresponsible and being so dependent. How could you do this to me? How could you impregnate your girlfriend without even thinking you cannot even afford to feed her for a week! And now, you act like everything’s alright and it is me whose getting a lot of pressure and worries and problems? You even asked your ex-girlfriend for the two of you to be together. How lame! How immature! #@!*&%! What lies did you promised with this pregnant girl?


I am mad with you, my father.

Why is he so close-minded? Why on earth would he stop understanding the situation? Why is he too ashamed to face reality that his son had his girlfriend pregnant out of wedlock? Would that matter if you're a servant of the Church and you didn’t care what your future grandchild’s gonna be like? Why would you just let your daughter take care of everything? Couldn’t you understand that she cannot handle everything?

I am mad with the pregnant girl who’s living with me now.


For heaven’s sake why did you let yourself get pregnant? What were you thinking? Do you think you’ll depend with your family for the rest of your life? Do you think this guy who got pregnant will eventually marry you? Do you think he’s matured enough to handle things such this? You know, you’re so stupid. I am actually asking where you brain is at! What did you tell your parents? What assurances did you make with them to just leave you here with me with that very delicate condition?

I hate this part right here. (Pussycat Doll)

I hate it!

I am getting miserable with it!

Where’s my previous life? Where’s the previous me? Help! I’m drowning. My tears are swallowing me.

Late this afternoon, I run through the mobile number of my Aunt (My Mom’s Sister) and called her. She was surprised by the call and a pang of worry has struck her when she heard my voice. I was terribly crying. I don’t care if she sensed my trembling voice but I must talk to her. Her soothing voice which is almost identical as Mom’s, has moved me more to tears. I cannot fight it. I am hopeless. She tried to console me. And I said I am okay (even if I am not). And the other line ends with the beep, she must end the call to do her errands.

I sat on my swivel chair, sobbing.

I kept thinking, how would could everything be if only Mom was still alive? Wouldn’t my brother be a father? Would Daddy understand? Would I be happy? If only she’s alive, I know she wouldn’t let the girl stay with me. I am pretty sure she’ll beat the hell out of my brother’s immaturity. I am definitely sure that I am at peace and I fell full security.

But Mom’s in heaven. There’s nothing I can do about that.

Thus, this means I’m the only sane person who can handle this.

(Isang malalim na buntong hininga.)

Carry ko ‘to. Kakayanin ko.

I can manage to have this girl deliver her baby safely. Have them stay here for few more weeks and send both of them home. Simple, but I do not know if I can get through with it alive. (Isang malalim na buntong hininga ulit)

Aladdin, could you please lend me your magic carpet? Could you take me to the island where Cast Away was shot? Please?


God, please guide me. I lift this up to you.

(Sobs).

Friday, May 21, 2010

... of Mother's Day, Proper Waste Disposal and well, uh... Politics..,

I JUST THOUGHT (Part 1)
An Environmental and Political Thought
May 8, 2010 On my way from Cagayan de Oro to Butuan


I rode a van packed with at least 14 people upon going to Butuan. The van don't have aircon so I had to endure the heat of the four-hour travel. Blame me. I felt lazy to go traveling that day. The scorching heat made me stayed longer inside the rented house in CDO alongside with the fact that I won't be able to go online if I'll be at home until Monday. So, I ended up hurrying into the Agora Bus Terminal at already 1 in the afternoon. There, the queue was already unbelievable and the sun was hotter than ever, that I don't wanna imagine myself being there for at least 3 minutes. Thinking wise, I crossed the other side of the terminal and found a van bound to Gingoog. Luckily, I was the last passenger for the larga-puno-van to go. <"Larga-puno" (adj.) A local term used for public vehicles who do not follow any scheduled time of departure; if the vehicle is full (at their own definition of full), they'd go; in any case that you're in a hurry and would want the vehicle to go even if there weren't enough passengers, then you'd pay for the vacant seats for it to go>.


Beside me was a woman of around in her early thirties and along with her was her daughter of around four or six. The girl felt hungry, so she called up her mom and asked for something to eat. The mother scoured in her bag and gave a 30-gram packed of Skyflakes to her daughter. The girl munched the crackers and she glanced at me once in a while. I smiled back at her. When the girl almost finished up the biscuit, she took the bits of biscuit from the plastic wrapper into her hand. She then crumpled the wrapper and gave it to her mother. The mother almost instantly opened the van's window even wider and threw the plastic nonbiodegradable Skyflakes wrapper out of the vehicle's window, carried out by wind, and would surely end up in the street. I JUST THOUGHT, how could a mother of sane mind do this if mothers are supposed to set good examples for their children? I am not overreacting, am I? I mean we're fighting for our own existence here because of GLOBAL WARMING and ENERGY CRISIS, we even turned off our lights during EARTH HOURS and here's a mother littering in front of her child. I just thought how many mothers has done that, that same day, in the whole world, how many tons of Skyflakes wrappers or if not, junk food wrappers and juice tetra packs that would end up in the streets and would take years to decompose? If we clamor for change, let's start from ourselves. If you are mother and setting a good example to your children isn't enough, then try to be the BEST example for them. Mommy friends, instead of Happy Mother's Day, Happy BEST-example-to-your-children Day! :)




An hour later, after I have gotten over my disgust with the littering mother while I felt asleep, the road came very unbearable. And there right outside the vehicle window was a very terrible corruption site. The road from Balingasag, Misamis Oriental to Gingoog were jackhammer-ed holes and huge construction equipments were deserted along the highways. These public roads were fully concrete and, well, if not for some asphalt-filled holes, they are satisfactorily functional the last time I passed through here about weeks ago. I wondered why dug and redo it when it was okay all the while? And then I JUST THOUGHT, could these highway projects been a cover for corruption for this coming elections? I was wondering why construction projects usually increase during election season. Remember the "RE"construction they've made along that streets from Lourdes to that intersection in Velez.

Now, I'll ask you, how many roads were redone this past election? How many roads are still not yet done until now? Would you believe that there still Filipinos who haven't seen any concrete road in their entire life in most remote areas?


Come to think of it; I just thought of it.


17 ‎May, ‎2010 10:57:50 PM edited
Siargao Island

AT FIRST THOUGHT

I have been a serious critic, my whole life...




In some ways, I thought some of these critical thoughts may do me harm so I am always deciding to keep them inside...


But of most of the time, I feel I could make a difference if I'll tell the world what I have been thinking all the while...

And so blessed would be this day; I finally gotten out of the nutshell.

Thoughts of fathomless boundaries - may it be too personal, too scandalous, too politics, too funny, or perhaps a why-I-don't-like-the-color-of-your-shirt-because-it doesn't-suit-you kind of thought, will ultimately be here.

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