Typhoon's Conniving Forces

As quoted from an editor of a famous broadsheet, the Philippines has experienced a carnival of catastrophes* since the arrival-departure-arrival movement of "Lando", the entrance of "Nonoy" sandwiching "Mina" in a common midpoint.

Since I was born, this is the first time I learned three weather systems with varying degrees showing their rage inside the country's area of responsibility.

The effect is recognized to be "Fujihwara/Fujiwara Effect" after Dr. Sakuhei Fujiwara, the Japanese meteorologist who primarily made distinction in this phenomenon.

Wiki defines: The Fujiwhara effect or Fujiwhara interaction is a type of interaction between two nearby cyclonic vortices, causing them to appear to "orbit" each other.

So in our case, when Lando left the Philippines, Mina a new stronger typhoon tend to approach Lando, because of this, Lando was pulled back to PAR (Philippine Area of Responsibility). And their centers began orbiting each other at some point. Then, Nonoy came which created another effect now between the two mentioned typhoons. It may be between Nonoy and Mina or Mina and Lando. The stronger system shall remain. These two possible attraction to each other may eventually spiral into the center point and merge, and that's the worst case scenario.

We can do nothing when nature's fury envelopes us. In this stiff situations, preparedness is really a must.

It's like conniving forces of such, don't you agree with me? '',)

--- I was about to finish this entry when an earthquake occurred. Weird!
(12:20 to 12:25 I guess)

The Glaring Fact of Suicide

We used to see suicide attempts in a way of despair and hopelessness. When one feels that life is worth living no more and it has nothing to offer but hatred.

Traditionally, we can see suicide attempts as the typical and almost predictable narration in most of the drama series, anthologies and movies -- whether true story or not. And so it came to pass that suicide has been used extensively in scriptures, but it should also be noted that this activity is usually played by adults.

In the past few weeks, broadsheets and newscasts revealed their banner stories with a twist. From those stories, Mariannet Amper, 12 years old served as the flagship entry of related cases this time to children. And it is now a glaring fact that this ethical issue of life termination is almost hitting the most significant actor of the society.
Suicide targets the young minds, an issue that should be given special and serious attention.

Suicide may occur in many different reasons, and I know some of them are not yet known. Depression, avoiding pain, financial difficulties and other undesirable positions are the general factors to complete the list. Having an understanding on this issue does not necessitate hardball researches, but just an "open-mind", through which it requires the most thoughts.

Poverty, the struggle for access to social rewards and the deprivation to survival at least -- these are the main reasons that authorities and common tao are taking into account against the government; since the government cannot promote the basic welfare intended to every citizen of the country,as a right not a privilege. As expected, Mrs. Arroyo made a rebuttal to this mass' flaming commentary with a vindication of blame. Displacing the attention from government's capability to life support to media's sensationalized journalism (false hopes providers). I guess Mrs. Arroyo practiced again "political survival" even in this crucial event, but people's consciousness is glorified to exist and we are not blind to retrieve the root of all these. But thinking out loud, the blame should not be hardly put on the heels of the President vis-a-vis her administration.

The media striked back, particularly Vicky Morales (to where Mariannet's letter is addressed), host of reality program, Wish Ko Lang (GMA7), declaring the innocence of media in giving emphasis on Amper's death. She reiterated that what happened was just a clear picture of poor people trying their luck in game shows, networks, reality shows. A strong statement incorporating Filipino's trust to government that has gone astray.

A surprise catch for the allied and medical professions, as booming number of cases on youth's suicide attempt continue to seize the Philippine landscape. They are afraid of its possible outcome -- corrupting young minds that through suicide, they can help their families in terms of life status, or suicide as way of avoiding any undesirable fates and worst, the idea of suicide, not bad at all.


Politically, is suicide a product of the inevitable convergence of societal concerns to their lives?

Where do we meet in this critical scenario?

Aesthetic Irony

Ang unat nagpapakulot.
Ang kulot nagpapaunat.
Ang maputi nagpapa-tan.
Ang mga tan/black nagpapaputi.
Gustong pumuti. Gustong maging tan.

Ang malaki ang mata nagpapasingkit.
Ang mga singkit nagpapalaki ng mata.
Nose lift.
Breast augmentation.Breast Reduction.
Organ enlargement. Organ Reduction.

Mga labing maninipis, pinapakapal. Mga labing makakapal pinapanipis.
Ginagaya si Angelina Jolie. Bagay naman kaya?

Wala na ngang kinikita, nagsusugal pa.
Di na nga makakain, nagloload pa.
May kulay naman ang mata, nagko-contacts pa.

Demokratiko ngunit pigil ang mamamayan sa pagsasabi ng totoo.
Nagkakaisa lamang sa salita, hindi sa gawa. (pulitiko)
Disguise. Kabalintunaan.
Demokratiko sapagkat ang kapangyarihan ay sa nakararami at hindi sa iilan.

Sinasabi nila, maunlad... pero ano?
Mahirap.

Papaya Generation

Isa sa mga tampok na babasahin o katha sa Komunikasyon I ay ang Jollibee Generation. Hindi na ito bago sa atin, katunayan naging bahagi na ito ng Philippine food tradition lalo na kung pag-uusapan ang delikasiya ng kabataan at ang lasang Pinoy. Huling-huli nito ang pinaglalawayang resipi para sa katangi-tanging manok -- ang Chicken Joy. Kinagat ito ng mga Pilipino. Lantaran ang ating suporta sa henerasyong ito. Kahit ako ay isang Jollibee baby rin. Ito nga ay tunay na nasa kulay na ng lahing Pinoy. Nakakatuwang isipin at nananatili pa rin ito sa lunduyan ng kulturang pop.

Sa ngayon, mapapansin natin ang patuloy na pagpapalit ng moda. Ayon kay Reusch at Bateson, ang komunikasyon ay dinamiko at nagbabago.
Masasabi kayang ganoon rin ang kultura?

Sa youtube makikita ang napakaraming video clips tungkol sa papaya dance. Pero, subukang mong isaliksik ang kasaysayan nito sa web, wala itong mailatag na konkretong datos ukol dito. Marahil na rin, hindi kasi ito tampulan ng pansin para sa pananaliksik.

Sa Pilipinas, GAME KNB? ko unang nakita ang pag-usbong ng panibagong galamay ng kulturang pop. Parang ito na 'yung tuktok ng tinatawag kong henerasyon. Hindi ako magtataka kung madaragdagan pa ang entry sa net ng mga sayaw dahil ginawa na itong isang pa-contest. Tulad ng Jollibee, ito ay kinakagat nating muli. At ito ay may epekto sa atin, maaring tingnan ito bilang isang mababaw na isyu ngunit napansin kong ito ay isa muling major turning point sa atin. Sa aling kategorya? Iyan ang hindi ko pa nais sagutin.

Hilaw kung tutuusin. Ngunit sa tuwing nakikita ko ang mga bata na sabay-sabay sinasayaw ang mga tugtugin ng bayan: tulad ng Sayaw Darling,Itaktak Mo at iba pa. Naisip kong, kung bata ang populasyon ng Pilipinas, baka pwedeng ang mekanismo ng henerasyong ito ang makapagbuklod sa atin? '',)

At iyan ang tinatawag kong Papaya Generation. Sayaw na!

Gulong Kariton, Gulong

Baligtarin mo ang apa at ilalahad nito ang tunay na depiksyon ng lipunan.

Marahil palasak na sa iba ang marinig ang pilosopiya ni Marx. Oo, ang tatsulok na lipunan ni Marx, kung saan nasa tuktok ang kakaunting makapangyarihan, ang gitnang-uri o burgis sa katawan at sa ibaba naman ang napakaraming bilang na masa.
Sinasabing nagbabago ang lipunan, kaya hindi dapat ikulong sa iisang modelo ang kalansay ng lipunan.
Sinasabing inuusig lamang tayo ng ating isip kung ano ang dapat na maging larawan ng lipunan.

Kailanman, mula nang ako'y namulat sa katotohanan, nananatili ang ganitong klaseng moda sa iilang lansangan ng urbanidad ng Maynila, kung saan ako'y naging saksi at patuloy na nakikipamuhay.

Sa pagbubukas muli ng semestre ng aking ikalawang taon sa Pamantasan, muli ko uling masisilayan ang buhay ng mga kapwa ko Pilipino, na tila ilag sa karangyaan.

Sa Dibisorya kung saan tampok ang bagsak presyong mga produkto.
Sa Quiapo, kung saan pinipilit ng mga nagtitinda na maging kabahagi sila ng ispiritwal na buhay ng mga parokyano.
Sa Faura, kung saan umiiling na lamang sila sa tuwing darating ang mga parak ng Maynila.
Sa Paco, kung saan may ekstensyon ang pamilihan.

Hindi na ito iba sa ating paningin. Hindi na rin nararapat bigyan pa ng depinitibong depinisyon ang kahirapang tunay na ipinakikita ng tanawing iyon.
Sinasabing abusado na sila, ngunit kung iisipan, sila'y naghahanap-buhay lamang. Marangal ngunit sa maling lugar. Munti lamang ang kanilang kita, iba pa ang mga nambabarat na konsyumer, puhunan ang laway (sales talk) at ngiti (attitude).
Pero, kahanga-hanga sapagkat mas mabuti na ito, kaysa kalimutan ang responsibilidad hindi na lamang bilang pamilya, bilang ama o ina, kundi bilang tao.
Paulit-ulit, tila may "cat race" sa pagdating ng mga tauhang asul.
Hindi man lilisan, marahil batuta at armas na ang kanilang kakaharapin. Ang sarap kuhanan ng litrato ang ganitong senaryo. Isang human-interest story kumbaga.

Bitbit ang kanilang mga lako, sa bilao.
Sa nakalatag na sako.
Sa pagtumpok gamit ang platito.
At, marahil dulot na rin ng ganitong sitwasyon. At hinihingi nga ng pagkakataon ang mabilisang paglikas, mas mainam ang paggamit ng kariton nila lola, lolo, manong, manang, ate, kuya. Na pinagbibikis lamang tayo bilang kanilang mga suki.

'Pag iniisip ko, may katotohanan nga ang Adventures of Tom and Jerry ng Cartoon Network.

Naalala ko lang...

Naalala ko lang dahil sa pinakahuli kong entry ang kantang ito (I am but a Writer.Period). Matamis. May patutunguhan. May ibig-sabihin. Malupet.

What kind of fool am I?
Who never fell in love,
It seems that I am the only one, that I have been thinking of
What kind of mind is this?
An empty shell,a lonely cell in which an empty heart must dwell.

What kind of clown am I?
What do I know of life?
Why can't I cast away, the mask of clay
And in my life, why can't I fall in love,
Like any other man?

And maybe then I know, what kind of fool I am.


Nakakabilib ang kompositor nito. Wala lang. Bigla, naalala ko lang.

I am but a Writer. Period.

What kind of writer am I?

They say I ‘am a writer. High school demanded me to be a writer through which I soulfully agree.

I am a writer. Is in it obvious?

That’s why you can see my name within this blog; the reason you have this entry to read.

Don’t you agree with me?

Whatever! I’m a writer.

I have covered different stories from the very serious, dramatic, and emotional up to the ones who made me burst out in laughter. I’m not the one who uses very stiff words, as if there is always a competition. I want my reader to visualize the scenes I describe, to feel the emotion I’m trying to share and of course, to be comfortable pondering on my ideas. Those, I attempt to assure. Then, when I write, I want it to be attention catching, relevant at least! Although some quotations do exist, I find a way not to include them to the rest of my writings – like the quotations of Plato, Newton and a lot more who extensively used words to metaphor. These do no good, but make my readers puzzled.

Enumeration Style is like fulfilling requirements, but many people adore it.

Suspended-interest style is somewhat exciting, as other feature writers have to do.

Inverted-pyramid style is like reading the news, grasping only the lead satisfies you.

Personal Experience is an average style. It is the mission of the writer not to make it appear artificial.

Daily task style is like feeding your readers a celebrity-mood. Do they have to know what transpired in a day? Is it worth it?

Novelty Style is really fun but I guess it picks its readers.

Different styles or whatever you want to call it, are ways of dealing with letters. They are only the ways to express your ideas and actually ways on how you market them. But, nonetheless, do you consider yourself a writer? I guess that’s better than being a user!

And finally, Acrostic Style is boring but grade school pupils are very willing to enjoy.

There is no manuscript, Magna Carta or Rules to qualify if you are a writer. Even though your writing style is either vying or not for a Palanca Award, you are a writer. If the readers don’t want to read the whole article and did not stop in the last letter of the article, are you a writer? Who cares if your tenses are bad?

Prof. Joson said, “Kapag nagsusulat ka, pinapalaya mo ang iyong sarili…

Roni_Bats said, “Hindi ko naman nais na pagbulay-bulayan ng mga gunam-gunam ng aking mga mambabasa ang bawat kataga ng aking katha matarok lamang ang diwang aking nais ipahayag.” (Nosebleed)

What I know is that I simply want to write, and I write what I wanted to write.

It’s only in the writer’s hand to make his/her masterpiece worth reading. Just learn to maneuver words. And learn to shift your pen, as needed.

I am a writer. Period.

Remembering RVAT

Let's now take a closer look with regard to the issues that brought certain events in the gray area. To the issues that made the nation in the midst of uncertainties as they happened.

As we visit our departed loved ones, this Halloween season, let's recall the major event that made daily household in a state of grievance.

The Malacañang Palace preferred to call the "reformed value added tax" and came into effect on the feast of Saints, November 1, if you still remember.

There was much uncertainty about the administration's capability for fiscal permanence, about its eagerness to implement an obligatory revenue measure in the center of intense political attacks. RVAT had gone to be disliked. All revenue measures were at first unaccepted anywhere. What will be appreciated by the market and the investing community is the fact that it is being forced at all by a particular on going administration some sent away to weaken politically to be able to conduct meaningful economic and fiscal reform.

The enforcement of RVAT was not trouble-free.
Despite of all the controversies about the issue, we still dig on the possible political trenches that could lead to a better perspective or a solution as well. It is for the "strong republic" advocacy of the President of will it be continued or simply denude to power.

Arroyo's administration may not be loved for doing this but it has been done to restore the economic stability and fiscal sanity to this country notorious for having one of the lowest tax efforts in the world.

Sinasabing nagiging progresibo na ang Pilipinas sa kasalukuyan dahil sa mga praktikal na desisyong isinagawa ng pamahalaan ngunit ang mga ito nga ba'y dama ng taong-bayan? Pag-isipan.

One Night Stand

Since I have known to write my full name.
Since I have written my first letter to my sister, to my mom and dad.
Since I have written my first required poem.
Since I have learned to put in words what my heart is trying to say.
Until, I've got to make the earliest news and features in the campus.
To make essays for a cause.
Until this very entry you are reading...I already had an intimate relationship with them.


I had the intimate relationship with the letters.
Every night, I called them one by one.
Every time I wanted to play that very secret play, I called them one by one.
Like the caress of the prevailing winds in the grasses, these letters follow all my infinite wants. And we are engaged.

We're getting married every second that I want to, and that is through the elements of my imagination.
They are weaved by my ambitions and of my dreams. And for that, words become my slaves.
I behave with full of secrecy the moment I'm dating with my paper and pen. Like the waves of the sea in the shore, my hand and pen have their crucial agreement.
My pen ejaculates my ideas.
As that sticky and slimy ink draws the picture of my emotions -- pleasure, sadness or whatever. All of these things happen only in a night.

But there was a time -- our night was very dull.
It seems that letters were unwilling to connive with me.
They kept their silence despite of my million apology.

Even if they will be caressed by my hard, long and mighty sword pen.

Even if I made promises that I'll be giving them the moon, the stars and the sun.
Still, they nodded.

Seemingly, they were slaves that had learned to fight against the rules of their lord.

Until my sword weakens, asleep.

That was the night that we were not successful to bear words. That night, ideas were seeking for freedom. They were asking for them to be written and be translated into even words.
The sensation was over since words have bad feelings with me that night.

The Saddest Rain Ever:(

The rain that I had experienced this morning -- the saddest rain ever.
I have to ask: "Why it has to overcome the very sunrise I'm seeking to see?"
The raindrops continued to slide in the clear glass of the four-parted window.
It seems that these drops were very very careful and they were resting in a cold plain.
As silence interfere the space to where I look at them, I felt something...
I'm longing to hear the call of her as it was the usual scene.
I'm wishing to hear that motherly voice which I miss so much!
As this rainy day ends, my heart is likely to vanish.
Temporarily.
Because of your hard-days work, and as you said goodbye..
Until the very last moment,
No head-turns, as we devote a temporal separate living.
That was the saddest rain ever.