Lintik Ka, Reming

i hate you, Typhoon Durian! or Reming, as you insisted to be called on local soil...you blew off my grandparents' roof in Bicol. I want vengeance against your sorry arse. damn you. you damaged everything people possessed. you ruined the lives of many others. people have lost their lives because of you.

so you expect to just wreak havoc and leave it all behind. how dare you?! bwiset ka, Durian.

i have so much to be thankful for that my grandparents are safe and sound, though, but i still haven't heard from the rest of my relatives in Bicol. huhu.

oh, please, please, please, i hope and pray that they are safe and well.

Only In The Philippines

Obenieta: Chuckle the beloved country
By Myke U. Obenieta
So to speak
www.sunstar.com.ph

While fire is spouted off in the country's capital, where the voice of reason is hardly heard through the heat of political ferment, the rest of the nation can only spit out a certain dryness in the mouth. How dare Manila speak for the entire Philippine population?

For those in the Visayas baring their fangs against a long-perceived imperial hauteur, there's a tickle in the tongue over a recent hue and cry: the birth of a Bisdak Republic.

Never mind all our heroes who died for an unchained but united archipelago.

But considering how observers of this so-called "Pearl of the Orient Seas" can only roll cynical eyeballs against the swell of a sinking feeling, there's no putdown epithet more apt than the offhand ode to our uniqueness as a race: "Only in the Philippines."

Hereunder is a catalogue of catty observation from someone in my e-group. Bring it on, or so Bisdaks may wink and wince at this bittersweet view of the Philippines:

"Where people speak all kinds of languages, and still call it Tagalog.

Where call center employees earn more money than teachers and nurses. Where even doctors, lawyers and engineers are unemployed.

Where the school is considered the second home and the mall considered as third.

Where students pay more money than they will earn afterwards. Where every street has a basketball court, and every town only has one public school.

Where kids dream of becoming pilots, doctors, actors and basketball players.

Where crossing the street involves running for your dear life. Where flyovers bring you from the freeway to the side streets. Where honking of car horns is a way of life. Where flood waters take up more than 90 percent of the streets during the rainy season. Where traffic signs are merely suggestions, not regulations. Where the definition of traffic is the "non-movement" of vehicles.

Where everyone has his personal ghost story. Where everything can be forged. Where people can pay to defy the law. Where being held up is normal because it happens to everyone.

Where even the poor get to wear Ralph Lauren and Tommy Hilfiger and the latest cell phones (GSM - galing sa magnanakaw). Where Starbucks coffee is more expensive than gas. Where all kinds of animals are edible. Where fastfood is a diet meal. Where water can only be classified as tap and dirty, and clean water is for sale (P35 per gallon).

Where tourist spots is where Filipinos do not (or cannot) go.

Where a personal computer is mainly used for games and Friendster. Where billiards is a sport, and playing darts is a bar game.

Where colonial mentality is denied. Where wearing national colors make you "baduy." Where everything is spoofed.

Where being called a bum is never offensive. Where everyone has a relative abroad who keeps them alive.

Where the church governs the people. Where the government makes the people pray for miracles.

Where rodents are normal house pets. Where soap operas tell the realities of life and where the news provides the drama.

Where actors make the rules. Where politicians provide the entertainment.

Where cigarettes and alcohol are a necessity. Where lottery is a commodity.

Where everyone wants to leave the country."

I miss you, Pilipinas! =)

Aking Pilipinas

The Philippines is in a state of emergency. What sadness.

The country I call my birthplace, my homeland, is once again in the news for all the wrong reasons. I've never been someone worthy of calling "Nationalistic," for there were many times in the span of my 22 years of existence that I scoffed at Filipino traits worth national shame, many times had I criticized government policies and downright made fun of politicians in office. But I am not to blame. It is not my fault these people have acted in a such a way that is ever-so-deserving of such treatment. And many others have done so as well, even moreso than I have. At least I don't go out throwing hand grenades at people, or fire a whole magazine of a .45 pistol. And I definitely have not led any camps that produce weapons of mass destruction.

Despite the ill-feelings I harbor regarding those people, I am still proud to say I am a Filipino. When foreigners ask me of my cultural affiliation, I answer with no hesitation. I am not scared of defending my fellowmen and women from those who decide to question our belief system. And whenever I read news about tragedies and calamities concerning our country and the people populating it, my heart aches with great pain.

I wasn't even born when the first state of emergency was declared. And I wasn't even in the country when the person who said so was toppled from office. Now is no different. I am not in the Philippines, but I am affected just as well. The 12 years I've lived there was not as chaotic as it seems now. Ok, maybe a little here and there, but nothing as brutal as this.

How did it all get this far? Is there a chance to redeem ourselves? Will it all get better? When?

So it's no surprise really that many Filipinos choose to leave our country in search of greener pasture. As sad it may seem, the thought that "wala nang pag-asa ang Pilipinas" may possibly ring true during times such as this. The only people getting richer are the same ones who were rich all along, while those less fortunate who've struggled to keep their families alive remain poor passing on the misfortune of being poor to their children and their children's children. And unfortunately, those who remain in the country are those who can't even afford to leave it in the first place. It's all so sad.

In the meantime, we have to hold on to our faith. There's just no question there. We must not lose hope. Those cynics of course will not hesitate to counter that despite all the prayers the people of our nation religiously recite, there is still no sense in continuing to do so because we are just so far down. Ignore them with all your might because prayers do serve their purpose. They really do. Stay optimistic, for the light will shine on our nation and bring it out of the darkness soon enough.