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Wednesday, July 10, 2013

early bird catches the, what?

I won an award--- for being an early bird. Just recently, I received a facial GC from the Asian Stem Cell Institute (ASCI) because apparently, I was very early --- again. 

I arrived at the venue 30 minutes earlier than the supposed call time. I don't know why I arrive ahead of schedule in most of my coverages even if I know that most of them start at least an hour late. It's just that I either don't want to miss anything or want to look very haggard, a mess, if don't follow the call time. 

But I do mind waiting, of course, especially when the event turns out to be a... so-so. 

The Philippine time has recently been unified and standardized in the hopes of abolishing the habit of coming late. But I guess to no avail. 


Sunday, June 23, 2013

here's to sheer poetry and genius of Philippine tabloids...

Manila’s Gory, Sexy Tabloids Outsell Traditional Broadsheets

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MANILA — The former president of the Philippines had been arrested on corruption charges. The chief justice of the Supreme Court had been impeached. Transportation workers were threatening to gridlock the city with a strike.

But People’s Tonight had the scoop: A child had been stabbed while its mother slept nearby.
“She screamed as she saw her child’s cradle dripping with blood,” the newspaper’s front-page story said. “With trembling hands, the mother pulled out the blade and scooped her mangled kid in her arms.”
Welcome to the world of Manila’s tabloid newspapers.
With names like Bulgar — the Filipino word for “vulgar” — and Police Files Tonite, more than 40 Manila newspapers publish in both the format and spirit of classic tabloid journalism. They offer readers a dizzying assortment of sex, violence, gore, celebrity scandal, strange news, spirited opinion and personal advice.
A quick scan through the Manila tabloids shows a victim of a motorcycle accident, whose head has been severed, lying in a pool of blood on the pavement with no attempt by the publication to mask the gore. Photos of scantily clad men and women, and some photos of completely nude women, sit alongside columns by priests, senior government officials and mayors.
Hard-hitting columnists link government officials and police officers by name to extortion and bribery, a practice not without risk in a country with one of the world’s highest rates of murdered journalists. One publication regularly features a cartoon cockroach that can be spotted throughout the pages making clever commentary on stories and photos.
A running feature of many of the newspapers is crime suspects with their heads hanging low being paraded before the news media by scowling police officers. Some feature photos of Mayor Alfredo Lim of Manila — a darling of the tabs — questioning the suspects.
While Manila’s traditional broadsheet newspapers cover the most important issues of the day in English for a relatively small readership of influential Filipinos and foreigners, the tabloids provide the news for the rest of the reading public, mostly in Filipino.
“If you combine the circulation of the tabloids, they have a much larger readership than the broadsheets,” said Marites Vitug, a respected Manila journalist and president of the Journalism for Nation Building Foundation.
Circulation figures are not verified for Manila newspapers, either mainstream broadsheets or tabloids, but the broadsheet Manila Bulletin says on its Web site that it prints 300,000 copies per day. The Philippine Daily Inquirer reports a daily circulation of 260,000.
The actual circulation of the tabloids is anybody’s guess. Some publishers claim figures exceeding 350,000 per day. Others joke that their circulation varies from 30,000 to 500,000 depending on whether they are talking to an advertiser or a tax auditor. What everyone seems to agree on is that the tabloids, over all, outsell the broadsheets and that they make money.
“Because they run on smaller production and editorial budgets, tabloids are sometimes more profitable ventures than broadsheets,” said the German research group Friedrich-Ebert-Stiftung, in the Philippines chapter of its report Asian Media Barometer 2011.
One indicator of their profitability is the fact that the major mainstream newspapers in Manila — The Philippine Daily Inquirer, The Manila Bulletin and The Philippine Star — all print tabloid versions of their broadsheet editions. Like other major tabloids here, they profit less from advertising than from low overhead and high-volume street sales.
The dozens of smaller, shadier tabloids that operate in Manila find other ways to make a profit. Some are run as completely underground operations. They do not have advertising, a business license, a taxpayer identification number or office contact information published in their pages. Much of their content is soft-core pornography lifted from the Internet and political attack articles sold to the highest bidder.
“During election time, these small papers are very profitable,” said Raimund Agapito, publisher of the popular celebrity tabloid newspaper Pinoy Parazzi. “They will malign any candidate. They will print anything for a price.”
The shadier operators do not help the beleaguered reputation of the Manila tabloid press. Media analysts acknowledge that the publications are popular, but they stop short of giving them credit for being influential or socially relevant.
“The tabloids fill all sorts of needs, the thrill of reading about crime and so forth,” said Melinda Quintos de Jesus, executive director of the Center for Media Freedom and Responsibility, based in Manila. “The only social value I see is that they keep up the reading habit in a sector that cannot afford to buy the daily newspaper,” she added, referring to more mainstream publications.
Ms. Vitug agrees, noting that the Manila tabloids do not break major news stories like their counterparts in Britain or the United States.
“The tabloids don’t shape the news agenda. They are seen as entertainment,” she said. “They are read by the masses, but the masses don’t lead revolutions or bring the country into the future. That sounds condescending, but that is how they are perceived” by the elite.
In a commercial building along a nondescript road in Manila, Mr. Agapito, the publisher of Pinoy Parazzi, sat in the back of a storefront office with a few scattered desks and a block of cement at the front door to block floodwaters. He disagrees with the assertion that publications like his offer little or no social value.
“Broadsheets have many different parties and corporate interests involved in their publications,” Mr. Agapito said. “I am an independent operator. I am not indebted to anyone. I can write anything I want as long as it serves the interests of my readers.”
“We serve the same function as the broadsheets,” he added. “We provide information. We are just more interesting.”
Mr. Agapito, a former linguistics professor, said he had started Pinoy Parazzi in 2007 in order to bring to the Philippines the paparazzi culture of candid photos of celebrities.
“Before we got started, no one would dare to publish a picture of a celebrity who wasn’t smiling or posing,” he said. “We publish photos of celebrities eating on the sidewalk and kissing in public.”
Mr. Agapito said he had been sued repeatedly, but never successfully, on allegations of invasion of privacy. His publication has broken several major celebrity news stories. Paying as much as 50,000 pesos, or more than $1,100, for a photograph, he has published images of celebrities who were not yet known to be couples trying to check into hotels secretly and others engaged in mild sexual activity in public.
“We buy only the most scandalous and controversial photos,” he said.
He was quick to point out that his pages host a mix of 70 percent celebrity coverage and 30 percent straight news.
“My primary purpose is to educate and help people decide what best serves their interests,” said Mr. Agapito. “How I am going to educate them if they don’t want to read the paper? We have to use the showbiz news to bring them the politics, the other news.”
Mr. Agapito added that he takes his news section seriously and that he does not publish gory photos. “I would rather ridicule and exploit celebrities who are earning big money than focus on victims of crimes and accidents,” he said.
At the press room in the headquarters of the Manila Police Department, in a gritty part of old Manila, it is all about crime and accidents. Bening Batigas, a columnist for the Pilipino Star Ngayon tabloid, shuffled quietly through the room amid the wheezing of dusty air-conditioners and the staccato rattling of AM radio news reports. In a corner was a small Catholic shrine.
“I write about crime and scalawags,” said Mr. Batigas with a smile, adding that he had exposed police brutality and gambling rings run by low-level officers.
As president of the police press club, Mr. Batigas acts as a liaison between the police and the news media. He noted that the press room had previously been located inside the main police headquarters, but had then been moved to a separate building in the parking lot. It is now attached to another office that police officials do not want located inside the main building: the bomb squad.
Mr. Batigas said that he and other reporters did not mind being relegated to a building in the parking lot. “This way we can see them coming and going,” he said.
As he spoke, a beeping could be heard coming from his pants pocket. He pulled out his cellphone, listened for a few seconds and said: “Multiple vehicle collision on España” and started walking briskly toward the door.
Other phones in the press room could be heard ringing as tabloid photographers, reporters, radio and television journalists poured out the door.
Racing to the scene of the accident on the busy Manila thoroughfare of España Boulevard, Mr. Batigas said that reporters working the night police beat — many of them affiliated with tabloids — banded together.
“At night, we work together,” he said as he sped through the streets of Manila in a minivan marked with the logo of his newspaper. “We don’t intrigue or try to scoop each other — most of the time.”
At the scene, a truck and a jeepney — a local form of public transportation often made from old jeeps — had collided. Traffic was blocked, but there were no injuries. “The truck tried to beat the light,” said Mr. Batigas.
Back at the police press room, Kevin dela Cruz, a 21-year-old photographer for Abante, one of the largest tabloids in the Philippines, was not worried that the accident had not produced a usable photo. He said it would not be long before they were alerted to another accident or a crime.
“There are plenty of incidents,” he said. “Regular Filipino people are very interested in crime. Rich people don’t understand the experience of crime because it mostly happens to poor people. That’s why we cover it.”
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Oh well,  sexed-up stories sell, but can the daily broadsheets, one day, bite into this bait, and sensationalized their headlines? Of course they can, but they won't. The seemingly intellectual take on news is what sets tabloids and broadsheets apart. 
However, recently, the major dailies have succumbed to the call of soft news, when a major publication printed Kris Aquino-James Yap and Heart Evangelista- Chiz Escudero love  stories.   But of course, they were written in English. Ah, the great partition in Philippine society (masa at mayaman) is ever so obvious today, and it roots one one's capacity to speak and understand Uncle Sam's language.

Friday, June 14, 2013

Last night...

... I met a cute guy and I was dressed down, soaking wet…

My usual get-up these days have always been on the safe side, on comfy clothes like black jeans, white top, and flat shoes, owing to the nature of my work where I should always be on-the-go and ready to cover unexpected events. Plus, the rigor of public commuting brings me to dressing down regardless of how formal the occasion is.

Hence, I was just my usual self last night; I was wearing a peach button down, black jeans, and jelly shoes. My god, jelly shoes on a formal night. What was I thinking? I have an excuse though, it was raining hard last night—and because it was pouring, I ended up soaking. Half of my pants were wet, my hair was dripping, and so is the back of my blouse.  Then there he was… the PR guy I was just texting earlier that I was going to be late because I was stuck in Friday-payday traffic and it was raining hard.

That nameless, faceless stranger contact person of the event, whom I thought was an old man (well, his name suggests it) turned out to be a heartthrob. And to my dismay, half of my clothes were still damp, my hair unruly, and my face shiny.

What a lovely night. At least, I got that feeling again, the feeling of getting kilig. I missed it.  

If only i looked this gorgeous with wet hair and clothes. Haha! (photo from Google images) 



Tuesday, January 1, 2013

new year thoughts...


I have been in my hometown for five years straight but my family and I always find time to go back to our hometown in Laguna, where I spend most of my formative years. We always go back to our roots, they say.

It is a fresh sight to see tall buildings, new restos, coffee shops, malls that have not been there when I used to traverse the paths of my simple city. Change is inevitable, they say.

Transformations, too, happen to me when I left my birthplace to study. The first year of my new residency bought new perspectives. I’ve been consciously watching the words I utter ever since my friend drew attention to the way I speak. Apparently, I got a provincial accent, where I always start my verbs with ‘na’—nakain, nainom, nalakad when I suppose to mean kumakain, umiinom, lumalakad.

I embraced the changes out of fear and judgment perhaps, that people will never accept me. Change is good, they say.

So whenever I find myself in my hometown again, I am no longer the girl I used to be, at least in the way I speak. And my hometown is no longer the way I used to picture it.

But I will always find comfort in my home. Nothing feels like home, they say.

***
From the City of Seven Lakes with love, happy New Year! 

Sunday, August 26, 2012

the politics of politics

The Aquino administration  defied norms and traditions when it appointed Maria Lourdes Sereno  as the new Chief Justice. First, the appointee is the first female to hold the post second, the President overlooked the tradition of seniority rights.

Associate Justice Antonio Carpio; 63, by seniority rule, should have been the next Chief Justice but the opportunity was quite elusive because of partisan; Carpio is a Gloria Arroyo-appointee.

Meanwhile, Sereno; 52, has recently voted for the distribution of the Luisita land to its farmer beneficiaries. Hacienda Luisita in Tarlac is owned by the Cojuancos, the President's family.

Although Sereno voted for the land distribution, she was one of the minorities who said that the Cojuancos should receive the higher land price based on the 2006 land value rather than the 1989 amount, which is of lower value.

In addition, the new CJ voted against Gloria Arroyo's wish to seek international medical treatment last 2011.

Although appointments are based on the discretion of the president, by unwritten rule, and respect for the one who has the most solid experience, I believe that the most senior of the aspirants should be appointed of the post, irregardless of different political affiliations.

Sereno's appointment is tinted with malice, doubts, and apprehensions that the first woman chief justice will be a political puppet. On one hand, Aquino seemed politically-indebted with Sereno. Well, they are politically indebted with each other.

Our political system has always been ruled by strong partisans and political-debts and ambitions. After all paying and seeking utang na loob at palakasan, have always been one of our general characters as Filipinos.

Kung may backer ka, kung may konek ka, kung malakas ang padrino mo, kung may utang na loob ka at may pinagkaka-utangan ng loob, alam na!

These have always been the prevailing attributes of our politics, the politics of politics.

***
Sereno's term will (theoretically) end by 2030, 18 years from now.

Seventy-years-old is the retiring age of Chief Justices, hence, since Sereno is now 52 she has 18 years to spare unless she will resign or be impeached.

The hashtag #CJpaSiSereno trended in Twitter as netizens posted hilarious and ingenious thoughts like, #CJpaSiSereno may asawa na si P-Noy.

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Lourd says we never learn, I say amen


While the onslaught of Ondoy may still be freshly etched in the memory of its victims, a seeming part two starts anew. This time, with harsher rainfall, flashfloods and greater destruction, to think that what has just transpired on the eve of August 6 was not a typhoon but mere heavy rains.
The intense downpour experienced in Metro Manila and its neighboring regions was equal to a month of rainfall, the Philippine Atmospheric Geophysical and Astronomical Services Administration (PAGASA) said.
No one can stop the wrath of Mother Earth, but who says nobody can at least lessen its effects and damage? This is a rhetoric question.  
The government has allotted 13.7 billion pesos (if I am not mistaken) for the Reproductive Health (RH) bill, a chunk of money that I think, should have been allocated to more pressing concerns of the Philippines. No studies, after all, say that there is a direct relationship between population and poverty.
 “Who cares about a clean government, the respect for human rights, social justice and all that crap if everything can be wiped out by just one big-ass rainfall?the Lourd de Veyra says in his blog.
“Calamities and harrowing incidents seem to simply skim off our cultural radar,” de Veyra says, “After a couple of months, they just float away into a distant haze. We're a land of typhoons, but being concerned with the weather doesn't really seem to be part of our culture.”
Fair point made once again, Mr. Lourd.
Days after some parts of the country have been hit by natural calamity, the sun will come out and it will be back to business as usual—heavy traffic and busy streets. The wastes that the Metro Manila Development Authority (MMDA) has accumulated will once again, mount up. What is new?
We do not know how to heed to the signs of the times, thinking that we can always depend on our resiliency.
This is a wake-up call we have been snoozing time and again. 

Saturday, July 28, 2012

First impression


Sa uri ng sapatos ba makikita kung ano ang antas sa lipunan ng nagmamaya-ari nito?
Tatlumpong minutong pagkakaupo sa jeep, traffic, morning rush
Nabaling ang tingin pababa, palibhasa’y shoe fetish
May nakatsinelas, sandals, flat shoes, stilettos, rubber shoes –iba iba
Nasa sapin sa paa nga ba masasalamin ang uri ng pagkatao ng tao?
Marahil oo,
Pwede ding hindi
Meron kasing sosyal, nakatsinelas, Havaianas,
Swak sa mamula-mula niyang sakong
May Juan din namang naka-sapatos,
Rubber shoes maghapon
Job description kasi ng isang company driver
Dumating sa paroroonan nang di alam ang kasagutan…
Hindi pala nasasalamin, encompassing, na sabihing ang pagkatao ay makikita sa sapatos
Bagkus, ang uri, istilo, cut,o size  ng sapatos?
Impression, impresyon ang dala. 

Sunday, May 6, 2012

freedom of spit

Filipinos are gross.
Alright, not all but some.
And I have loads of evidences to confirm my statement.
Clogged-up drainages and stinky trash cans are already a given and a common sight but I, myself have experienced petty stinky behaviours that may seem insignificant to some but are actually foul when one comes to think of it.
Barbaric bloke
My mother and I were waiting our order of grilled sweet corn when a potential customer started to touch them using his bare hands because he was choosing what size to order. IT WAS SO GROSS! URGH. I mean he could have chosen his pick just by looking at them, or if he couldn’t help it, he could have touched the stem of the corns and spare their bodies. What a barbaric act!
The vendor, my mom and I ended up looking at each other and silently cursed the gross, uncivilized and disgusting man.
(Good thing our orders were right off the grill and were spared from the gross man’s hands!)
Candy wrappers, spits etc.
While some may think that small candy wrappers are nothing but small and will not eventually clog our drainages, others seem to neglect the idea even though they know that these ‘insignificant’ wastes add up to our environmental problems.
The issue of candy wrappers improperly tossed may not be gross enough, but the following will surely be: discharges of all kinds—spit, urine, booger, saliva, snot and what have you.
Some men have become too comfortable with themselves that they do not mind picking their noses in public, spitting their phlegm’s and turning the country into one big comfort room.
A matter of discipline
The too lax and carefree disposition of the Filipinos, I think, roots in the lack of authoritative discipline. Our local and national government are not stern enough to implement strict laws and thus discipline the people.
If Filipinos abroad could show great respect to foreign rules and regulation, why not in their own country? If they have restrained themselves from spitting bubblegum in Singapore, have learned to personally clean up their meals in McDonald’s Los Angeles and have educated themselves to patiently fall in line while waiting for a bus in Tokyo, why not in the Philippines?
Conceal the deal
The decision of the Metro Manila Development Authority (MMDA) to temporarily conceal the houses of the city dwellers in time for the Asian Development Bank (ADB) meeting, which involved foreign delegates, have gained split opinions.
The Filipinos as hospitable people only wanted to serve and provide quality services to the visitors, but I think, that to cover up the blemishes of the country is too much and obviously superficial. We are not fooling anybody but ourselves.
The meeting ended last Friday and for sure, the impermanent barricades will, in time, be put down. Those barriers would not be built if there were no flaws to correct in the first place.
The growth and development of the Philippines may seem to be an impossible dream, but the cliché cleanliness is next to godliness, may ring a bell.


Wednesday, April 25, 2012

i tripped


Too much pain can numb a person, so anesthetized that one failure would not hurt anymore.
Everyone has had a fair share of disappointments, but echoing Boy Abunda’s commercial spiel—“Sabi ng nanay, manghihina ka muna bago ka lumakas.
Yes, accepting our setbacks and moving on may be easier said than done; however, the cliché holds water.
Here are some inspirational quotes that inspired me to go on:
“Fear stops a lot of people. Fear of failure, of the unknown, of risk. And it masks itself as procrastination.” Lisa Anderson“The rivers know this: there is no hurry, we shall get there someday.” Winnie the Pooh“Triumph is try and a little oomph.”
I have had my fair share of downers but good thing I learn early that a little fall is just but okay, what matters most is that we stand up again, and again, and again and again. I am currently in a complex-perplex-confused-situation right now, but I know I will survive. 

Stand-up
Apparently, Lourd de Veyra, a renowned writer/ TV5 host and a co-Thomasian gave a Commencement Speech in guess what, no, not UST his alma mater, but in UP, on one’s capacity to succeed (especially in this time of age where information is just a click away). For the complete speech, here. 
However there are times when no matter how hard we try, and retry, things or plans don't come our way. But don't fret. No matter how cliche 'leave it to God' may seem, leave things to Him.
Lourd puts it this way:

Tumigil na akong maniwala sa pagpaplano ng buhay.
Corny mang pakinggan, mas naniniwala ako sa tadhana. Kung totoo na talino at galing ang sekreto sa tagumpay, dapat wala ako dito ngayon. Hindi ako ang pinakamahusay na manunulat sa aming kolehiyo. At higit na mas marami ang mas magaling mag-isip kesa sa akin.
May paborito akong kasabihan mula sa idolo kong nobelistang si Kurt Vonnegut. “Unannounced changes in life’s itinerary are like dancing lessons from God.” Napakagandang ideya. Napaka-akmang metapora. Dancing lesson.
Sa dancing lesson, wala kang ibang pwedeng gawin kundi sumunod. Pag hinila ka dito, sunod ka na lang. Pag binaba ka, bumaba ka rin. Pag hinagis ka, magpagaan ka ng katawan.
Susugan din ito ng isa pang quote mula kay Voltaire: “I refuse to believe in a God who does not know how to dance.” Ang pagsayaw ay isang ekspresyon ng ligaya, ng laro, ng kalayaan ng katawan at diwa na mayroon pa ring sistema. Pero ako mismo ay literal na hindi marunong sumayaw.” –Lourd de Veyra, 2012. 
Do it all over again
The bottom line, I guess is that, we should not be afraid of anything, even mistakes. But make the most of what our hands can grasp. Our bodies may be fatigued, minds tired and soul bruised. But I guess we must be willing to do it all over again. And this I say to myself. (And yes I sounded too preachy.) HAHA. 
  

Monday, August 8, 2011

EWAN.

Korni mang pakinggan, pero, what is love?
Serioulsy, we could describe and define gravity, relativism and eclipse. But love? I don't know.

"Hi."
"Hi."
"I love you."
...
Hindi na sumagot si girlie. Will she reply that she feels
the same? Sabi ng kaibigan ko, gusto din niya si boy pero
she does not know if it is already love.

Nang tinanong niya si boy kung pano nito nasabing mahal niya
si babae, "ewan", ang tangi nitong nasabi.

Love is a complex matter need not to be deciphered rather experienced.

Naks ano daw. Ewan. Wala din akong alam diyan. Tanga rin ako sa pag-ibig.
What is love?

Thursday, June 16, 2011

spongebob

It’s an innate reflex for people to talk, duh. But I don’t know why I find it hard to talk to people. I dread every time we are asked to speak in front of the class. I can’t help but stutter, meander, gibber, buckle and fidget every time I am on the platform.

My problem is beyond stage fright, though. I remember few years back, my best friend mentioned why it’s hard for me to open up. I don’t know either. Whenever we meet, she always does the talking while I listen and react to her anecdotes. 

My mantra has been 'don't talk when your mouth is full  when not asked.' But my motto seems contradicting because people do inquire about my being but i still find it hard to reveal my inner self. There are thoughts and secrets  that i share easily  but i always find it to keep some of them to myself. 




 
However, there are times that i enjoy sharing my thoughts and experiences to my friends. But more often, I  write them down.  I find solace in listening to others experiences, thoughts, jokes, and anecdotes that i overlook to reciprocate. Kailangan ko din palang magkwento. I'm not a mere sponge pala, im a human being and i need to connect to others.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Professional Procrastinators

Feeling columnist! First political/social article ever written.

How many laws do we have? I did not bother to google it, not because of indolence but I know we have a lot. A lot that I thought we do not need lawmakers anymore, only strict implementation of our existing laws.

Thanks to my legwork about the smoking ban campaign of Metro Manila Development Authority (MMDA), I found out that we already have a smoking-ban law since 2003. But the law has been neglected that according to the Philippine Global Tobacco Survey in 2009, 28% of Filipinos aged 15 and over, or 17.3 million are smokers.

I could not blame the apprehensions of AB students who were asked about their opinions regarding the reinforcement of smoking ban in public places led by the MMDA. Many thought that the revamp of the outlaw would be another failure-in-the-making.

The government agency has already implemented other restrictions such as no littering, no jaywalking, no spitting, no driving while texting, no speed driving, no talking...
The ideas were good but the executions were flawed.

The problem could not be the inability of Filipinos to follow rules for the overseas workers could abide by the foreign laws. However, the hitch seemed to root from our own powerlessness to carry out rules and regulations efficiently.

My teacher back in high school said that aside from our freedom to speak, Filipinos also enjoy the freedom to spit. We could get away with everything we wanted to do, since our laws appeared to be absent anyway.

I could not agree more when she said that our ‘ningas cugon’ attitude could be one of the reasons why we lack the means to implement and follow rules and regulations.
Ningas cugon refers to the superficial pursuit of people to a certain new topic of interest but the attention will eventually wane easily. It could also be depicted as the procrastination of people to address known problems.

Heck, I was not surprised when a student bet that the reimplementation of smoking ban could last for barely two months, lucky are we if it lasted for another 30 days.
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I was home in Laguna for a two-week vacation and was surprised with the changes in our city. It has been almost a year since the last time I went back home ergo, I was clueless that the local government has already employed a plastic-free-metro campaign.

The execution of the plastic-ban policy should have started eons ago long before the occurrence of climate change and global warming nonetheless, I was happy to hear about the plans of having an environment-friendly community, though it was late. At least, an effort is done to rescue the earth in distress.

I am only hoping though that when I get back to my hometown again, the policy has not been neglected yet.

It’s just so funny that we know the root cause of our problems, yet we lack the ‘energy’ to address them. We find ourselves working our butts off when something is too late. Slackers.

Obesity should have prevented long before relentless eating disorder, assigned deadlines should have been met, children labor code should have been laid properly long before the Jan-Jan controversy. Yes, I’m rambling and I know you got the picture anyway.

We have been used to slacking that it became our expertise. We are professional procrastinators then.

Meanwhile, let us give MMDA the benefit of the doubt, may the smoking-ban outlast its predicted two-month shelf life. Let us hope for a three.