Showing posts with label #iwonder. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #iwonder. Show all posts

Friday, August 2, 2013

Perfect Timing

“The Mayon Volcano is on the right side of the plane,” our pilot said when we were about to land in Legazpi, Albay in Bicol, the home of the almost perfect cone. Too bad, I was seated on the left side of the aircraft.

Nonetheless, the volcano, nominated as one of the New Wonders of the World, was curtained with clouds, or lenticular clouds (high altitude, stationary lens-shaped clouds that are perpendicular with the wind direction) . Thus, no passenger had captured and ‘Instagrammed’ the magnificent sight.

Mayon Volcano is usually shy, hidden beneath cloud formations or steam coming from the Bacman Geothermal Power Plant. Its seemingly timid character adds lure to its already stunning and breathtaking stance. Tourists—locals and foreigners—have to patiently wait for Mayon to show itself naturally at the perfect time.

Mas maganda na nakatago ang Mayon sa mga clouds. Kasi kung hindi, ayan, nandyan lang siya, dinadaan-daanan, hinidi naaappreciate ang beauty. Parang tinuturuan tayong maging patient, maghintay kung kalian siya magpapakita,” another tourist said. 

(“It is actually better that the Mayon is almost always covered with clouds. If not, people will take it from granted because it’s already there. It’s like teaching us how to be patient and wait for the right timing for it to show itself,” another tourist said.)

And somehow, I found a connection with Mayon. Like her (Mayon comes from the Bicolano word, magayon or maganda (beautiful)) I am somehow timid. I also refrain from revealing too much information about myself after first, two encounters. I consciously choose to unmask my lenticular clouds at a timing that I think is perfect. I know that people have to share their stories, emotions, and experiences, but it is very different from being an open book. I chose to be an enigma, who needs patience to be ‘Instagrammed’.



Photo from my Instagram account: The many phases and faces of Mayon. It took patience before she showed herself.



Saturday, July 20, 2013

cannot understand queue


Queue –(n.) line ; (v.) to line up and wait your turn

Beyond the difficulty reading this British English word, Filipinos cannot seem to understand the meaning, more so, the essence of queue. Pinoys do not know how to form a line, at least, in their own country. On one hand, we follow every rule when outside Filipinas or Pilipinas. (There’s a petition on changing the name of the Philippines, by the way.)

What ‘s up with getting ahead of other people, at the dispense of physically hurting them? Witnessing cat fights and hearing curse words in LRT and MRT stations have been a constant scenario that foreigners find amusing. 

Hordes of passengers trying to get in and come out alive from these trains that will take you to destinations at faster rates; men and women elbowing one another just to get in even before other passengers have come out—these and more are welcoming scenes in a nearby train station. 

I’ve experienced how it is to be pushed over by throngs of Amazonas who of course aim to get a seat or a strategic spot (near the entrance). And it’s not good. Why can’t we just peacefully let the outgoing travellers out first before we get in? 

Getting ahead of someone on the dispense of hurting him or her is also noticeable in elevators. Everybody’s aiming to push that floor number before anybody else as if it the elevator will go to a specific floor that’s buzzed first. 

Lahat naguunahan. 

Why do we do these? Perhaps, these seemingly simple, mundane things are one of the easiest ways to feel triumphant over a stranger. It’s that or we simply don’t know how to pay respect.

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

fake it 'til you make it

"Sometimes it is not enough that we do our best; we must do what is required." Winston Churchill

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There are times when I find myself in an upscale social gathering and ask myself, what am I doing here??

Amidst the ladies and gentlemen dressed to the nines, here I am in a corner, socially awkward: wearing pants and t-shirt, scrolling my phone to appear busy, and randomly smiling at people who look at me and are probably thinking what is she doing here? (It's cocktails time, by the way.)

I am covering a birthday bash of someone I do not know. Apparently, the birthday girl is a social being on top of the societal hierarchy. So what to do? Just do it! Jot down notes, take pictures, tweet the event, and wait until the curtains close.

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This isn't a rant on one of my coverages rather a post on how amusing, bewildering it is to witness a "sosyalan" when you came to it unprepared. I should have worn a dress had I known. Dressed up or down, what matters most is that I get the details and write the "story".

Saturday, March 23, 2013

Oh the places you will go!

One's destination is never a place but a new way of seeing things. --Henry Miller


Traveling in and out of the country gives opportunities of discovering new things and widening one’s perspectives and views of the world. The tourist spots and heritage houses to stopover and re-visit always leave you at awe. Destinations also offer wide array of food trips to try, although some bizarre others appetizing. And as a fresh wanderer from a place, there are always trinkets and treasures to buy, the mementos of your culture-rich experience. 

My recent trips in and out of the country spark my interest of setting foot on places that I’ve only seen and read in books and television shows. I want to traverse the entire world and learn from the city and people that I will visit. I will, eventually. But for now, my goal is to visit the 7,000 (and more) islands of the Philippines...

Luzon
I’ve been in the country’s summer capital numerous times but it is my first time to witness Baguio’s Panagbenga Festival. The month-long celebration alludes to the renewed vigor of the city and its flowers after a tragic earthquake hit the area in 1991. The highlights of the feast include the street dancing and the star-studded float parade. 

Panagbenga 2013
Gary V. on his flower-adorned float

Visayas
a replica of a dessert-making tool, which i forgot to name
Negros, the fourth largest province in the country is dubbed as the sugar bowl of the Philippines. Hence, sweets like silvanas, otap, meringue, and chocolate tablea are always present in Negrense’s homes. The province is divided to Oriental and Occidental and their capital cities, Dumaguete and Bacolod.
Dumaguete and Bacolod boast natural spots, heritage houses, and delectable dishes (chicken Inasal). The two provinces are four to five hours apart (land travel) and are distinct to each other. Dumaguete has kept tis rural feel. It has a long stretch of people’s park reminiscent of Manila Bay’s. People jog, walk, take pictures, and watch as sunset and sunrise in this avenue.  Although few malls and boutiques thrive within the alley, Dumaguete has significantly preserved its quiet and natural environment.
The City of Smiles, on the other hand blurs the line between urban and nonchalant living. Bacolod is more prosperous than Dumaguete. Evident are the restaurants and establishments on its town proper. On the outskirt of the town, a more languid community prospers, it houses some heritage houses, including the Ruins.  As its name suggests, the former house of one of Bacolod’s prominent families, was destroyed during the WWII. 

Dumaguete boulevard in the morning.

the Ruins
Mindanao has always been associated with terrorists, wars, and abductions. Contrary to the negative associations, Mindanao, specifically Zamboanga del Norte’s capital, Dipolog city and its neighbor town, Dapitan, is very peaceful and serene. Dapitan is where our national hero was exiled.


Rizal's "Mi Retiro Rock" where he used to pursue Josephine Bracken



The replica of Jose Rizal's clinic in Dapitan


Singapore is my first (and hopefully not the last) out of the country trip. The island-city is perhaps the epitome of cleanliness, orderliness, and modernity. Singapore is like a big Makati but with greeneries. Its towering buildings, cable cars, and people (who always seem like in a hurry). It has hawker food stalls in every corner because apparently Singaporeans have no time for cooking. One of its street foods is the tremendously spicy noodle soup laksa. I stayed in Resorts World Sentosa.

The largest aquarium in Asia houses thousands of fishes, clams, and sharks
Laksa some picka-picka
view from my hotel room

Sunday, August 19, 2012

the power of non-fiction readers


It is of absurdity to classify textbooks under the fiction category as they supposedly inform, educate, and enlighten students of facts and reality.

I have been editing manuscripts and books for quite some time now and I notice that these educational materials seem to convey some messages that are too good to be true thus, too far from what are really happening today.

I am not saying though that they are made-up but, most of the contents of some books lean toward the ideal, the wishful-thinking.

“Q: True or False: The Philippines has a growing economy because it is not a corrupt country.
Answer key: answer may vary”
“Plant trees for a better tomorrow.”
“Reduce, reuse, and recycle things.”

The two latter axioms of course will only hold water if we practice it. I definitely understand the textbooks’ aim to instil virtuous information to its readers as early as the students are able to read. However, the good intentions of the textbooks are easily dismissed once the students step out of the boundaries of their schools for reasons that what the books say do not match  the condition of the community.

If only what are taught inside the classrooms are also practiced outside the school premises, then we can say that the lessons are hence, effective.

However, if teachers, writers, and editors continue to consciously or unconsciously mask the reality because of fear that students will imbibe a sense of apathy, then maybe it is right to classify some textbooks as works of fiction.

The books are definitely not to blame, maybe we should be. Textbooks are merely manuals, but the realization of the doctrines, lies on the readers’ senses.

 “Q: True or False: The Philippines has a growing economy because it is not a corrupt country.
A: answer may vary”
I have been itching to edit the question above and change the answer key to “answers should not vary it should be false”, because I do not want to blindside the students. THE PHILIPPINES IS A CORRUPT NATION.

But I restrained myself and seconded the motion.
I too, succumbed toward the ideal, to the wishful-thinking.  

It’s just that I don’t want to rub-off cynicism towards the students, the next generation who will read the books, and hopefully will make:  “Q: True or False: The Philippines has a growing economy because it is not a corrupt country.
Answer key: answer may vary”
“Plant trees for a better tomorrow.”
“Reduce, reuse, and recycle things.”   be in their genuine meanings. 

Friday, January 6, 2012

Riding the Bandwagon (?)

"Imitation is the best form of flattery."
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The upcoming movie, "Unofficially Yours" starring John Lloyd and Angel has lately been the talk of the town. I've seen the official trailer courtesy of YouTube, here: Unofficially Yours. I think it's cute and very relatable, I bet it will surely make a lot of money.
However, I can't help but think that the plot is similar to Hollywood movies "Friends With Benefits" and "No Strings Attached."
Plot: boy and girl, started off as friends, vowed not to fall in love, had casual sex, acted like couples, did not like labels but ended up falling in love.
But, since the movie has not yet premiered, let's give it the benefit of the doubt (?).


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On the other news:
After the controversial slogan of the Dept. of Tourism (Pilipinas Kay Ganda), DOT released another tourism campaign ad: "It's More Fun in The Philippines." Yet again, the new tourism catchphrase received criticisms on why it was coincidentally similar to Switzerland's slogan back in 1951.
In DOT's defense, Secretary Ramon Jimenez tweeted: "This Switzerland coincidence only makes our line truer. Sun Tanning IS more fun in the Philippines."
*photos are not mine.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

don't want to graduate, yet

It’s the time of the year when professors keep on pressing the issue of what do we, senior and graduating students, want to pursue in life before our college days expired.
What do I want?
Right away, I would usually answer that I wanted to be a journalist. Now, I’m having doubts if I wanted to become a full-time newspaper woman.
Suddenly, different branches related to my course, have sprung up luring me away from my first love. We had our Broadcasting subject last semester that I really enjoyed, I didn’t know that I would like working in the production line. In fact, I missed working our asses off in producing our weekly news programs.
Furthermore, we also have  Business and PR writing this semester that I thought I could give a shot after graduation. Why not do more lucrative jobs than writing in print media, right? Who wouldn’t want to earn money? HAHA.
Working in magazine (fashion and travel) is another option I’m thinking.
My goodness, if only I could land a job simultaneously on all of my options! 

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

small step

'Cool' was the first word I uttered after discerning that my hometown and the whole Laguna have been implementing a plastic-free regulation.
We went in the supermarket and it was cool to actually carry paper bags, just like in the States. 
Another thing, San Pablo City (my hometown) is implementing an organized waste-disposal scheme. At least in our village, the ‘garbage-men’ would not accept trashes unless they are segregated into biodegradable and non-biodegradable.  Cool, yes?
How I wish that the nation would soon adopt the same environment-friendly plans. It’s not yet late to save Mother Earth.
In other news, the world has recently reached its 7th billion population mark. Studies say that the earth could suffice to hold the population just as long as its natural resources are not injured.
Ergo, this is a call for the human race. Hello world! 
*photo from just jared*

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Malady

Robbery, murder, rape has been part of the daily news programs that the audience becomes apathetic towards these stories. The news about a  Chinese kid, who has been brain dead after run over twice, proves the indifference and callous minds of people.
Nakaka-inis at nakaka-lungkot lang, dahil wala ng pakialam ang tao sa kapwa nila! Urgh.
This brings me back to one of my favorite poems, "Man of My Time" by Italian poet Salvatore Quasimodo.


MAN OF MY TIME (SALVATORE QUASIMODO)
You are still made of stone and sling,
man of my time. You were the cock-pit

with the malign wings, the sundial of death,
-I have seen you- in the chariot of fire, at the gallows
at the wheels of torture. I have seen you: it was you 
with your exact science persuaded to extermination
without love, without Christ. Again, as always, you
have killed, as did your father kill, as did
the animals that saw you for the first time, kill
and this blood smells as on the day 
one brother told the other brother: "Let us
go into the fields." And that echo, chill, tenacious, 
has reached down to you, within your day.
Forget, o sons, the clouds of blood 
risen from the earth, forget the fathers:
their tombs sink down ashes black birds, the wind cover their heart.


oOo
Ever since we discussed this poem in our Literature class, "Man of My Time" has become one my favorite poems. The subject deals with man's efficiency in killing his neighbors as time goes by. 'Killing' may not be taken per se, it may allude to man's detachment and indifference in life; still Quasimodo's work transcends through time, and is most applicable today. 
oOo
The following are pictures taken from the Daily Mail.

Apathetic man walking past the poor child.

Dead malice

Finally, after 20 passers by, a compassionate lady!

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Why are we 'mababaw'?

Why we are shallow, by F. Sionil Jose source

I was visited by an old Asian friend who lived here 10 years ago. I was floored by his observation that though we have lots of talented people, as a whole, we continue to be shallow.
Recently, I was seated beside former Senator Letty Shahani, PhD in Comparative Literature from the Sorbonne, watching a medley of Asian dances. The stately and classical Japanese number with stylized movements which perhaps took years to master elicited what seemed to me grudging applause. Then, the Filipino tinikling which any one can learn in 10 minutes; after all that energetic jumping, an almost standing ovation. Letty turned to me and asked, “Why are we so shallow?”
Yes, indeed, and for how long?
This is a question which I have asked myself, which I hope all of us should ask ourselves every so often. Once we have answered it, then we will move on to a more elevated sensibility. And with this sensibility, we will then be able to deny the highest positions in government to those nincompoops who have nothing going for them except popularity, what an irresponsible and equally shallow media had created. As my foreign friend said, there is nothing to read in our major papers.
Again, why are we shallow?
There are so many reasons. One lies in our educational system which has diminished not just scholarship but excellence. There is less emphasis now on the humanities, in the study of the classics which enables us to have a broader grasp of our past and the philosophies of this past. I envy those Hindus and Buddhists who have in their religion philosophy and ancestor worship which build in the believer a continuity with the past, and that most important ingredient in the building of a nation — memory.
Sure, our Christian faith, too, has a philosophical tradition, particularly if we connect it to the ancient Greeks and Romans. Remember, the first Bible was in Greek. But Greek, Latin and the classics in these languages are no longer taught in our schools the way these are still studied in many universities in Europe.
We are shallow because we are mayabang, ego driven, and do not have the humility to understand that we are only human, much too human to mistake knowledge for wisdom. We can see this yabang in some of our public commentators, particularly on TV — the know-it-alls who think that because they have so much knowledge — available now on the Web at the click of a button — they can answer every question posed to them. What they do not realize is that knowledge is not wisdom. Until they recognize that important if sometimes awful difference, they will continue to bluster their way to the top at our expense because we, the people, will then have to suffer their arrogance and ignorance.
We are shallow because with this arrogance, we accept positions far beyond our competence. Because there is no critical tradition in this country — a tradition which will easily separate the chaff from the grain, we cannot recognize fakery from the real goods. That outstanding scholar, Wilfredo Villacorta, is a rare bird indeed; when offered a high position in government, he refused it because he knew he was not qualified for the job. Any other mayabang academic would have grabbed it although he knows he can’t handle it. And so it happens always — the nitwits who hold such high positions stubbornly hold on to their posts, bamboozling their subordinates who may be brighter than them for that is the only way those who are inferior feel they can have respect.
On the other hand, the intelligent person will be aware of his shortcomings. He does not hesitate to ask the opinion of those who know more than him on particular subjects. If he is a government hierarch, he will surround himself with advisers who he knows can supply him with guidance and background possessing as they do more knowledge, experience and wisdom than him. Such an official is bound to commit fewer mistakes because he knows himself.
We are shallow because we lack this most important knowledge — who we are and the limits to what we can do.
We also lack the perception, and the courage, for instance, to deny these religious quacks and the thousands who listen and believe in them. Sure, religion is the opium of the masses as Marx said. So then, how can we prevent the masa from taking this poison without recognizing their right to make fools of themselves? Again, shallowness because the good people are silent. Ubi boni tacent, malum prosperat. Where good men are silent, evil prospers.
This shallowness is the impediment to prosperity, to justice, and men of goodwill should emphasize this, take risks even in doing so. As the late Salvador P. Lopez said, “It is better to be silenced than to be silent.”
We are shallow because our media are so horribly shallow. Every morning, I peruse the papers and there is so little to read in them. It is the same with radio — all that noise, that artifice.
I turn on the TV on prime time and what do I get? Five juvenile commentators gushing over the amors of movie stars, who is shacking up with whom. One of the blabbering panelists I distinctly remember was caught cheating some years back at some movie award. How could she still be on TV after that moral destruct? And the telenovelas, how utterly asinine, bizarre, foolish, insipid moronic and mephitic they are! And there are so many talented writers in our vernaculars and in English as the Palanca Awards show every year — why aren’t they harnessed for TV? Those TV moguls have a stock answer — the ratings of these shows are very high. Popularity not quality is their final arbiter. They give our people garbage and they are now giving it back to all of us in kind! So I must not be blamed if, most of the time, I turn on BBC. Aljazeera, rather than the local TV channels. It is such a pleasure to read The New York Times, the San Jose Mercury News, the Washington Post, to listen to “Fresh Air” on US public radio and public TV where my ever-continuing thirst for knowledge (and good entertainment) is quenched.
We are shallow because we don’t read. I go to the hospital on occasion — the long corridor is filled with people staring into the cosmos. It is only I who have brought a book or a magazine. In Japanese cities, in Korea — in the buses and trains, young and old are reading, or if they are not holding books and magazines, they are glued to their iPhones where so much information is now available.
In these countries and in Western cities, the bookshops are still full, but not so much anymore because the new communications technologies are now available to their masa. How I wish my tiny bookshop or any Filipino bookshop for that matter would be filled with people. I’ll make an exception here: BookSale branches are always full because their books are very cheap. But I would still ask: what kind of books do Filipinos buy?
We are shallow because we have become enslaved by gross materialism, the glitter of gold and its equivalents, for which reason we think that only the material goods of this earth can satisfy us and we must therefore grab as much as can while we are able. Enjoy all these baubles that we have accumulated; sure, it is pleasurable to possess such artifacts that make living trouble free. And that old anodyne: “Man does not live by bread alone,” who are the thinking and stubborn few who believe in it?
I hope that those who read this piece still do.
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The post may sound too preachy, but heck Jose is so right!