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December 5, 2008

Palimbagan (para sa kaarawan ng kasama ni batik)

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sa katanghalian ng iyong panahon

banat ang mga litid ng kasiglahan

sa panahong maganit ang bilis ng isip

bansot ang hakbang sa tagubilin

sa kagustuhang makita ang hulô

tumitiad at tumitingala

upang makatiyak ang kinaroroonan

yumuyuko sa lupa

sa walang-patid na paron-paritong mga sulatin

ang mga tiklado ay tinta ang bugâ at hindi tunog

ang walang-sawang ikid ng mga taon

paniguradong tatanda kang muli

at ang iyong kasaysayan ay singhaba na ng iyong nilakbay

ang iyong mga akda ay madadagdagan ang talab

sa libro, polyeto, dyaryo, pader

sa marami pang makababasa

patagal nang patagal

padami nang padami

Meg

06 Disyembre 2008

12:33-12:52

hatinggabi doon Sa Isang Bahay

December 2, 2008

Fully impressed @ Fully Booked

I got invited to a blogger’s event at Bonifacio   High Street last Friday.  It was hosted by Fully Booked (www.fullybookedonline.com).  Pom and I braved the horrendous Friday afternoon C5 traffic from QC as I was looking forward to being inside the modern-looking building I’ve passed by many times before.

The press release handed to us read in part:

“Fully Booked, the concept bookstore that is a haven for book enthusiasts all-over (sic), in partnership with YEHEY!, the # (sic)1Philippine portal, welcomed bloggers to an afternoon of fun learning, good food and exciting prizes at TopShelf, Fully Booked’s premiere events place.

“Bloggers were treated to a scrumptious feast…”

Okay.  Stop! “Scrumptious”?  I did not know this archaic word is still in use!  Who but the chi-chi set still employs it?  It sounds (and screams) like “pretentious”!  Are we describing crispy danggit here?

Badly-written releases besides, the event was a success.  Hundreds attended and the food was good.  I wouldn’t call it a feast (pasta and roast beef slivers) but good indeed.  It was fun too.  Many participated in the games that gave away good books (what else?) as prizes.

When all the eating and games were over, Fully Booked made the participants choose two books from piles in a corner.  Pom and I were able to snap up three Isabel Allendes and a Salman Rushdie.  Friend and Yehey! section ed (Tech) Maui Hermitanio got a James Bond 007 Art (Meron pala?) coffee table book and a chick lit title.  Award-winning blogger Tonyo Cruz chose a Gore Vidal and a thick book about Rock & Roll heroes.  Not bad, eh?

But what is it with events like this?  They see an unfamiliar face and they ask him where he or she blogs.  This is probably the usual—to open up conversations—but I really felt like they were taking the measure of me.  (I told those who asked I keep seven sites, I contribute to two online mags and I get blog rolled by several others.  Saka naman ako nangitian. Hahahaha!)

Anyway, for a QC denizen, the frightful drive to Taguig just to visit this Fully Booked branch should be worth it every time.  The bookstore chain’s flagship store (they have eight) rivals NBS-Cubao in terms of floor space but, unlike the latter, its aisles were wide, neat and well thought out.  The music is soft and (while we were there, at least) are not Christmas carols (buti naman).  The lighting is just right and there’s none of the harsh glare from fluorescent tubes of old.  If one had been to an Ikea store Fully Booked-BHS has the same feel to it.  You will be drawn to visit the other sections and floors.  The basement is the comics and stationery sections.  It also has a movie theater that sits 62 behinds.  The ground floor is where the staff is waiting to assist you.  The second floor is the children’s and lifestyle sections.  The third floor is full of business and professional books.  Oh, and this where you could have expensive yet inferior kape courtesy of Starbucks.  A music section occupies the fourth floor as well as an art books segment.  Fully Booked also hosts book launchings, story-telling sessions and workshops.  And then there’s TopShelf at the fifth floor.  Now go and earn some moolah to give yourself a treat at Fully Booked.

The highlight of the evening for us (aside from spending time with Tonyo and Mao, of course) was finding on a most prominent shelf on the ground floor Jeffrey Archer’s “Prisoner of Birth.”  Man!  This bookstore has class!  I just learned about this new novel a few weeks back and Fully Booked already had it.  I have never, NEVER! received such service from Powerbooks.  Their Trinoma store still does not have a local title I asked them to look for me TWO YEARS BACK. Maraming salamat po! To think I had been a Powerbooks customer since their first store along Arnaiz.  To be fair, Powerbooks allows reading and has seats.  So Fully Booked must do it as well.

Anyway, I wish to tell our hosts that not all the books we took home that night were giveaways.  Bumili din naman po kami.

The heretofore mentioned and quoted press release said a Fully Booked branch may “rise” (Ano ito?  Monay na umaalsa?) a Trinoma branch sometime this month.  Goodie!  Three stores in QC! Ang layo ng Taguig, ano! I just hope it’s a big store though.

I am not transferring allegiance from my dear Morayta second hand book stalls to big time bookstores like Fully Booked just yet.  But any store that gives me free books and has the latest Jeffrey Archer titles on its shelves is definitely worth a visit from time to time.

November 21, 2008

Joc-joc time!

While waiting for their boarding call at an airport lounge, a Chinese, an American and a Filipino chatted up about the respective state of their country’s finances.

Chinese: Our government is opening up a $600 billion loan facility for the workers of the world to better cope with the financial crisis.

American: You crazy Reds! Why bother with the workers? Our $700 billion bailout plan is for the real money-makers—the multinational corporations.

Filipino: You slowpokes! Our government officials already pocketed P700 million earmarked for farmers!

I know I am being corny here, using the classic Hapon-Amerikano-Filipino joke template that always shows Filipinos getting the better of anyone. Never mind that, in these jokes, we often appear to be the biggest jackasses of all.

There is really nothing funny about the current global financial crisis, of course. I myself am not laughing.  Our family’s livelihood is dependent on foreigners having enough dispensable cash to volunteer with our NGO.  And we are getting less application for 2009.  Belt-tightening, here I come!

What I wish to underscore here though is how different governments deal differently with the impending global meltdown.

The Chinese government, eager to show the world they have not betrayed their Socialist ideology, is saying they wish to help embattled workers worldwide.  I don’t know if they are sincere as it remains to be seen how this amount would eventually be used.  But I like the idea.

The Americans, well, their instinct tells them to save their greedy and grossly-mismanaged giants before anyone else.  Today, I read about how the Big Three car companies (Ford, GM, Chrysler) are asking for $25 billion golden parachute.  It’s like saying, “Hey, thanks for fucking up the global economy.Take this moolah, go yatch-sailing and drink up on Piper Heidsieck!”

The Philippine government?  Well, gma and her officials do not care about the people.In fact, based on their actions, they want us all dead.  They hardly ever care about Pinoy companies either—at least the honest and tax-paying ones.  All they care about is how to line up their pockets.  So we have these stealing and lying phenomena called Joc-joc Bolante and the Euro generals.

And we have all this talk about gma trying to extend her term of terror beyond 2010.  This is not as far-fetched as one may be excused to initially think.  How else should be interpret Juan Ponce Enrile’s shocking rise to the senate presidency (sworn in by Gregorio Honasan, no less?)  I am hard pressed to think of a stranger thing happening with this government.

I feel like crying sometimes.   I am worried to death about this country’s collective future.

But I am not one to commit suicide over these turn of events. Pinoy yata ako. So I turn to our old reliable.In times like these, I try to find humor in the events as they crash around me like fat raindrops under a menacing cloudburst.  I am so desperate to be able to laugh. Pinoy nga ako.

Yes, I try to laugh about these things.  But I am not saying I’m not doing anything about them. Ika nga ni kumpareng Peter Ustinov, “Comedy is simply a funny way of being serious.”  I maintain that in this tragedy called the Philippines, there is no business as serious as humor.

September 10, 2008

State of alternative media in the Philippines

Paper delivered before UP Mass Com studes, 10 September 08

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By inviting us to talk about the state of alternative media, you have accorded us the honor of being called part of alternative media.  Coming from future media practitioners, it is a distinct honor.Maraming salamat po.

Allow me first to tell you a bit about Kodao Productions and in the process give you an idea of what an alternative media outfit have to contend with under the present dispensation.

Kodao is a long strip of knotted rattan rope; each knot represents an event that members of the community must attend—meetings, festivals, weddings, and others.  It is a Lumad word and Kodao is an ancient form of calendar.

When progressive filmmakers, broadcasters, writers, journalists and artists (including one National Artist for Literature and one Palanca Award winner) were sure there will be another people power uprising in 2000, they thought of forming a multi-media production outfit to document the people’s participation in another historical event.Remember that factions of the ruling class and the military both claim they made history happen in 1986 the most.  They tried to downplay the vital role played by the progressives in ousting the dictatorship.

And so we were there in 2001, with cheap prosumer cameras which have started to become affordable.This is important.More on this later.  After Edsa Dos, Kodao came out with its first video docu, Oust!

A few weeks later, we were offered free daily airtime on the AM radio station of the so-called people power network.  And Ngayon Na, Bayan! was born.  It was a radio program that advocated transparency and good governance.  It tackled issues not for the sake of commenting on the news and developments.  Rather, it tried to analyze issues from the point of view of the common person.  Of course, it was progressive, or leftist to some.

Kodao Productions’ video docus and its radio programs are alternative in the sense that we produce them not for commercial considerations.  We do not produce so we can have income from advertisements.  That’s one.

Second, we have a different take on issues we tackle.  We feature personalities that can never be called poster boys or girls but whose contributions to nation building are more important than animals called politicians and showbiz personalities—not that we did not and do not feature politicians. Depende lang kung sino sila or kung ano ang papel nila sa isyung pinag-uusapan. So we feature jeepney drivers, people’s lawyers, barrio doctors, development workers, journalists, rebels, laundry persons, human rights workers, churchpeople—mga taong kinaiinisan ng magaling na pamahalaan.  In our radio program, we give each sector and issue a particular episode.  Mondays are about economic issues, Tuesdays are for religion and society, Wednesdays are for women’s issues, Thursdays are for the other basic sectors like the workers and peasants, Fridays for good governance.  This lineup was changed, depending on which grabs the people’s attention the most at the time.

One innovation we pioneered was remote-recording radio program episodes with poor communities.In seaside communities in Southern Tagalog, in a peasant community in Central Luzon, an under-the-bridge community in Taytay, in the middle of a park in Hong Kong, in an urban poor community in Navotas, at Hacienda Luisita right after the massacre in 2005.  We were there.

Not content with what we were already doing, we started giving trainings to our main publics.  We trained out of school youths, factory workers, community women and peasants on videography, broadcasting, writing for radio, newswriting, reporting, photography and others.  We helped one peasant organization put up and operate a community radio station and became one of the most active advocates of community radio broadcasting in the process.

For our video and radio productions, we go to communities and hold sinehang- and radyo-hang bayans.  Because we can not compete with telenovelas in communities with power supply and many TV sets we go to communities where they hardly have television or radio sets.  The reception is always fantastic.

That is why we prefer to be called community journalists/broadcasters/media institutions rather than alternative media.

Kodao is still producing the kind of video docus we have been producing since 2001.  Now, we have a new radio program with kids as on-board broadcasters, reporters, radio drama talents, reporters, and writers.  It is a radio program and drama for kids and by kids, with only a few adults thrown in.  (Kaya Natin ‘To, Kids, DWIZ 882 khz, Saturdays, 4:30 to 5:30 in the afternoon.)  And they are no ordinary children.  All of them come from urban and rural poor communities.  Many of them are out of school—some of them are hardly literate but all are intelligent.  A few of them are victims of physical abuse, domestic violence, state terrorism, child pornography and prostitution, and rape and incest.

We like to believe we were good at it.  We’ve won awards from the KBP, the CMMA and the Cultural Center of the Philippines for both our radio and video productions, even our historical radio dramas.  In fact, Ngayon Na, Bayan! was finalist in the CMMA for five straight years.Our videos were featured in video docu festivals here and abroad.

We also would like to believe we are effective.  When this sitting president illegally declared a state of national emergency, Ngayon Na, Bayan! was the first media casualty.  We were told not to show up at the radio station within two hours of its announcement.  Subsequently, we were among those charged with rebellion, along with 55 other personalities.  The government’s hooded witness even claimed in his affidavit that we were the Communist Party of the Philippines’ propaganda arm.He said he knew this because he joined Kodao in 1989. E 2001 lang kami pormal na nabuo.Magaling, di ba?

Then the community radio station we helped build and operate was attacked and burned to the ground on July 2, 2006.  Six staff members, out of school youths and peasants, were beaten up, hogtied, blindfolded and terrorized.  The police and the fire department did not respond until nine hours later even when they are both just a stone’s throw away.  Two presidents and several officers of the peasant organization that owned the station were killed one after the other.  We suspect the military to be the only perpetrator, because they’ve harassed them so many times before.  Besides, even if the military are innocent, what kind of government allows such things to happen and go unpunished?

These harassments are not exclusive to members of the so-called alternative media, of course.  This also happens to members of the so-called mainstream media.

Now, on to other things which make us “alternative”.  Earlier, I mentioned about affordable cameras, digital audio recorders, and canned sound effects on CDs and from the internet, plus computer software that make video and audio editing within reach of groups that do not depend on big money from the advertisers for equipment and production and distribution costs.  I am sure you know that cheaper equipment and great advancements in information technology brought about the phenomenon called citizen journalism.  On the internet, we can upload our productions for an even wider audience.  This is the development which made it possible for groups like Kodao to go into this line of work full time. Ganito rin sa digital cinema, di ba? And I think that even the so-called mainstream media recognizes this.  Now, there is a marriage of sorts as the big networks are asking people to contribute reports with the use of consumer cameras, even mobile phones.CNN has its I-report, ABS-CBN News has its citizen patrol. Traffic situationers are broadcast through 3G mobile phones.

To end this, let me underscore three things:

  1. There are so many people, sectors, interests, issues that are underserved by the so-called commercial media because of their editorial limitations that are dictated by their advertisers.  These are the things that compel us to be.

  1. To be a media practitioner under a regime like this is very difficult; to be a community media practitioner under a regime like this is dangerous to one’s health.

  1. Nevertheless, it is very fulfilling and highly recommended.

September 4, 2008

Debating with a dumb US marine

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The following is a rather long response to an ongoing egroup debate with a fucking US marine.  Won’t bore you with what he wrote at first that started all this.  Kumpleto na naman yata ang sagot ko.

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Dear Marine:

Teeeeennn-HUTTT!

Hindi naman ako nag-react dahil ang tingin ko ay mali ang ilan sa mga sinulat mo tungkol sa Bling-jing Olympics–yung batang itinago, yung polusyon, yung hrv, atbp.  Tama nga e.  Nalungkot nga ako para dun sa batang may boses.

Nagimbal lang ako dahil sa sobrang asim ng mga salitang ginamit mo.  Kaya naman nabansagang basura ang iyong pyesa at ikaw ay bigot (Ano nga ang Filipino ng ‘bigot’?  ‘Ungas’ yata, pero not sure.)  dahil yun naman talaga ang arrive mo.  Matindi ang malisya mo laban sa mga Intsik. Tuldok!

Okey, sige. Pagbigyan.  Manunulat ka kamo.  “Dawner”.   Section ed at ilang terms as Assoc.  Waw!  Bigatin!  Istilo mo kamo ang ganyang paraan ng pagsusulat.  (Boss Presto!  Pareng Jon!  Nikki Girl?  Tibor Joshua! Kilala niyo ba ito?  Puro kasi Dawn EIC lang ang kaibigan ko e.)  Sundalong Kano ka pa.  E kailan mo naman kami patitikimin ng ganitong klaseng sinigang laban sa hinayupak na US armed forces?  Alam mo ba naman na higit ang kasalanan ninyo sa buong mundo laban sa karapatang tao?  Tandaan mo, at dapat alam mo ito dahil dati ka namang naging Pinoy, na bente porsyento ng nabubuhay na Pilipino ang pinatay ng mga Kano noong 1899 hanggang matapos ang gyerang agresyon nila laban sa bagong tatag na Republika ng Pilipinas.  Bigyan na kita ng sunod mong susulatin.  Isulat mo nga para sa aming kabatiran kung humingi na ng tawad ng pamahalaang EU sa genocidal war na ito laban sa amin.

Mayroon ka pa yatang nabanggit na kasalanan ng Tsina laban sa Tibet.  May tama ka!  May HRV nga dun.  E paano naman ang pamimigay ng EU sa Malaysia ng North Borneo na bahagi ng ancestral domain ng sambayanang Moro na dapat sana ay bahagi ngayon ng Pilipinas?  O paghahati ng EU at ng dating USSR sa peninsulang Koreano matapos ang malaking gera?  O ang genocidal war ng EU laban sa mga unang nasyon ng Norte Amerika (American Indians ang tawag niyo sa kanila, di ba?)  Kumusta naman?

Mapunta tayo sa polusyon.  Alam mo ba naman na ang nangungunang polluter sa buong mundo magpasahanggang ngayon ay ang EU?

At hindi ba, nagdadala pa kayo ng mga barkong de-nukleyar sa Pilipinas kahit bawal ito sa aming Konstitusyon?  Hindi pa rin nalilinis ang toxic wastes mula sa mga dating base militar ng EU sa Angeles at Olongapo.  Tama!  Lalanghapin nating lahat ang polusyong buga ng mga Intsik ngayon.  Paano naman ang polusyong mas masahol na nasinghot na namin galing sa mga Kano?  Ang dami ng mga batang may leukemia sa Angeles ha!

(Teka, bakit nga napunta sa mga Kano ang usapan?  Aaahhh.  Ipinagmalaki mo nga pala na ganun ka na!)

Ngayon naman sa Olympics.  Kung sundalong Kano ka, hindi ba dapat ay suportado mo ang opisyal na tindig ng iyong gubyerno hinggil sa Olimpiada sa Beijing?  Nagpadala ang EU ng napakaraming atleta.  Humakot ng maraming medalya ang EU sa Beijing. Tinanggap ng sambayanang Tsino ang mga atletang Kano–ang Redeem Team, si Phelps, atbp.

Naku!  Muntik ko nang makalimutan!  Di ba pumunta rin doon ang magaling niyong presidenteng si Dubya?  E kung pumunta ang iyong matalinong commander in chief, e di para niya na ring bitbit ang suporta ng buong gubyernong EU sa Olimpiada sa Beijing?  Anong ginagawa ng isang Marine na tulad mong bumakbak ng todo sa isang pangyayaring buong giliw na sinuportahan ng iyong mahusay na gubyerno?  At kumusta naman ang bilyon-bilyong kinita ng Cola-Cola, McDonalds, Pepsi, IBM, HP, Microsoft, Nike, Speedo at iba ang American giants mula sa pinaghirapang ihandang Olimpiada sa Beijing? Hhmmmm….2,000 push-ups, your face in the mud, dumb Marine!

A, pero pwede mo namang sabihing wala ka namang sinulat laban sa iyong gubyerno, di ba?  Laban lang sa mga Tsino.  E kung ganun, banlag ka siguro–tumititig sa kaliwa habang papalayo naman ang tingin sa kanan.

Di yun insulto, Marine.  Istilo ko lang.  Di ko pa naman kita ang larawan mo.  Baka naman mas maganda ka ngang lalaki sa akin, pero yun nama’y hindi ko kailanman aaminin.

Maniniwala ako sa iyo kung pupunta ka sa Capitol Hill (o kahit man lang sa Washington Post o Sports Illustrated) na dapat isauli nina Kobe, Mike, LeBron, atbp ang lahat ng kanilang medalya.  O kahit magsulat ka lang laban sa partisipasyon ninyo sa Bling-jing.  Pinatugtog na ang Star-Spangled [and Blood-Spattered Banner] sa Tsina, nagpapakipot ka pa?  At bakit?  Kasi, kamo, matindi ang polusyon sa Beijing at hindi nila pinakita sa TV yung batang baliko ang ipin?

Payo lang, Marine.  Huwag na naman kayong pumasok sa Iran.  Nakakarami na kayo ng olats–Mindanao, Cordillera, Samar, Korea, Cuba, Vietnam, Somalia, Afghanistan, Iraq.  Wala nang takot masyado sa mga Kano.  Mas marami nang tumitindig at lumalaban laban sa imperyalismo ninyo.  Mas marami man kayong napapatay, hindi naman kayo maunawaan kung bakit kayo sobrang pakialamero ng sarili ninyong mamamayan.  Kami, alam namin kung bakit kayo masyadong ma-epal at pasaway.  Kasi, kung wala kayong sinasakop, maghihirap pa kayo sa daga. (Kung hindi mo pa ito ma-gets, itatatwa ka na ng UE.)

Sa totoo lang, nauunawaan ko kung bakit ka andiyan at nag-sundalo.

Kelangan mo ng pera, di ba?  (Ako rin nga e!  Kaso, hindi ako kailanman maglilimpiya-bota sa isang katihang mapang-api.)  Kaya lang, ‘wag ka namang masyadong-OA.  (Mas Kanoka pa sa mga readers ng Fox Redneck News e.  Pinabili ka lang ng suka e, akala mo spokesperson ka na ng US State Department.)  May tiyo nga akong naging chief ng attack submarines at boomers e.  Pero hindi ko siya naringgang mang-alipusta ng mga nakalaban nilang mga navy kahit minsan.  Gentleman in uniform lang siguro ang tiyo ko.

Sa sunod na madalaw ka rito sa mahirap naming bansa, gusto ko sanang makita kung gaano kagaling sa barilan ang mga US marines ngayon.  Bakit ba hindi kayo maka-dama sa Iraq?  Perdigana yata ang alam na laro ni Betray-us doon e.  Pero sa airsoft lang ha.  Isport lang.  Pampapawis at pambawas bilbil.  Pero kung tapang-tapangan ka talaga (”trust me. youll KNOW when i get mad.” and all that shit), dun ka sa teritoryo ng MILF magpadestino.  Ano ba naman ang dagdag na isang sundalong Kano doon, e marami na naman ang naroon?  Ang problema mo lang, hindi kayo uurungan.

O siya.  Baka may white officer ka pa diyan na magpapatimpla ng kape sa iyo.  Baka nailalayo na kita masyado sa Marine-issue mong takure.

Lubos na gumagalang,

Bukaneg
-SPVIAN eic ’86-‘87
-The Bedan eic ‘91-’92
-The Spires eic ‘92
-Kule contributor ‘94-’95
-The National Guilder editor ‘93-’94
-VP for Luzon, CEGP ‘94-’96 (Concurrent NCR chapter chair)
-Teachers’ rights worker ‘96 to ‘04
-PIO, Human Rights Monitoring Committee, GRP-NDF JMC ‘04-’05
-Co-host of award-winning radio program on HR and other issues
-Writer/Cameraperson for HR video docus ‘05 to present
-Writer, editor, director, talent, producer of a weekly radio program for
chilren’s rights July ‘08-present
-Freelance journalist/photog
-Development worker
-Never a soldier for a foreign country
-Pinoy

August 6, 2008

Who are the bad guys here?

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Inquirer’s editorial cartoon today (August 7) is an outrage. Consisting of two panels and drawn by one GL Daroy, it pictures the Moro Islamic Liberation front as a glutton who gobbled up the pie that’s Mindanao—save for a sliver. It even insinuates that the group is also interested in the rest of the country.

How can something be so patently ignorant, inflammatory, unjust and, given the fact that the crux of the issue is ancestral rights, racist be allowed to see print?

The way I see it, the Inquirer, specifically its cartoonist, has got everything backwards. How so?

First, Muslim Mindanao was taken away from the Bangsa Moro. They were kingdoms of Islamic peoples before there was even a Republic of the Philippines.

Second, they never surrendered their patrimony to the Spaniards, British, American and Japanese invaders. They’ve shed blood since the time of Sultan Kudarat to defend it.

They were never properly consulted when the Republic of the Philippines was created, which eventually included the Bangsa Moro homeland.

They were never consulted by the British and American imperialists when Sabah (North Borneo) was conveniently ceded to Malaysia at the end of the Second World War. This despite the fact that Sabah was given to the Sultan of Sulu by the Sultan of Brunei nearly a century and half ago and despite the admission of the government of Malaysia and the British companies that they still pay rent to the heirs of the Sultan of Sulu.

Lastly, to say that that the Bangsa Moro peoples are justified to fight for the right to self-determination is an understatement. The Manila government is only mostly present in Mindanao through the mercenary Armed Forces of the Philippines acting as private armies of multinational agricultural and mining companies. The Manila government spends more buying bullets to kill more Moros than buying books for the Moro kids. That’s a fact.

No, the MILF and even the Moro National Liberation Front is not the glutton here. Imperialist foreign governments and their rapacious capitalists through the puppet Philippine government are the land-grabbers.

Remember who first settled those areas of Mindanao and have made those their homeland. Remember also who benefits from all the riches of Mindanao now.

By these alone, injustices already abound. At the very least then, we should all think of the Bangsa Moro’s uprisings as a justified way of getting their homeland back.

Now, I don’t know if the fears being expressed by many politicians are justified—that the Memorandum of Agreement initialed yesterday in Malaysia allows for the creation of a new and separate sovereign state within the territorial boundaries of the Philippines. But who did it first in the case of Sabah?  And do we blame the MILF or the Government of the Republic of the Philippines for agreeing to those purported terms? Remember that on the negotiating table, the GRP was the state and the MILF was the belligerent force. The former was supposed to be negotiating on a position of strength and the latter was the dehado. Kaya nga problematic ang cartoon ng Inquirer e. Sobrang bobo naman niyan!

Like most Filipinos I hurt at the thought of my beloved country being cut up like a Chicago deep dish pizza and offered to just about every salivating mouth gaping wide for a big bite. But historical facts are all there to see. Hindi ang mga Moro ang kumagat ng pizza na hindi kanila. Sila po ang kinakagatan, simula pa noong panahon ng mga Kastila. Hindi nga lang kinagat o tinikman, nilalamon pa!

Ngayon, what are the Arroyo regime’s motives for agreeing to those terms? Is it possible that those generals in the GRP panel were simply outwitted by the Moro guerillas as they have been regularly out-maneuvered in the battlefields?

No, I don’t think so. For one, I give the GRP much credit in the area of wiliness. Mga tuso din ang mga ito. For two, the presence of the US Department of State and the World Bank in the signing ceremonies yesterday in Malaysia point otherwise. I count on the imperialists to scream like banshees every time its puppet GRP did something monumentally wrong. But they were there, with US Ambassador to Manila Kirstie Kenney charming the socks out of everyone. Anong meron?

My take is on this particular issue is that the imperialists really want more action on the riches of Mindanao. They are sacrificing the GRP to afford them the chance to negotiate with the belligerent forces directly and mine the hell out of Mindanao even more. The MILF and the MNLF are the real governments on the ground in those areas anyway. Bawas pa ang tong-pats.

But I’m confident that the MILF sees through the real ruse. I doubt if the multinational corporations would find in the Bangsa Moro government the whore that the succession of Manila governments were and is—you know, welcoming imperialist interests with open arms and legs. My only worry is, if the Bangsa Moro government would act like a chaste girl in protecting its patrimony against the rapist, would not this maniac scream “Terrorist!” and send MORE troops to shoot at every Moro they see (like what General ‘Black Jack’ Pershing did more than a century before and what Bush is doing now)?

To the Inquirer cartoonist and to everyone who thinks like he does, be careful on whom you try to picture as the bad guys here—lest you betray your prejudices and thus your ignorance.

August 4, 2008

Wanting to blog more

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Unlike some loser I know, my blogs are read by people.  Professors and PhDs tell me.  (I suspect even the military read me.)  Only lately I’m asked more often why I don’t post as much as I used to.

Like many bloggers I dream of writing a book and being published.  Well, I’ve been published in anthologies but I want a book of my own.  I have a novel dying to be finished but since I became an FT I never found time to sit down, write and finish the damned thing.  Instead, I wrote for all sorts of publications both as polwork and a source of income.

Blogging is my tension-tamer, my stress-buster of sorts.  When I’m pissed I blog more.  Judging by my output the past three years I must be unhappy.  But I also write about good things, so things are really not that bad.

Last month someone thought I must had too much time on my hands because I was blogging so much.  So she wanted to recruit me to do some writing for human rights organizations.  She was late this time.  We were then busy starting a radio program which explains my absence from the so-called blogging scene the past month.  Instead of ranting here I spend almost all of my waking days writing drama and radio scripts.  Once recorded I help edit the audio outputs.  I never enjoyed a free weekend since we started.  (Kaya Natin To, Kids! DWIZ 882 khz, every Saturday, 4:30 pm)

The work is satisfying, just very difficult.  Our talents are urban poor kids, many of whom are out-of-school.  We talk about incest, rape, gang-rape, domestic violence, child trafficking and the like. Sometimes they are the victims themselves.  It’s depressing at times really but at least we’re trying to do something about it. (Which is more than what can be said of the government’s puny efforts, if it’s not the actual perpetrator of child rights violations.)

I also wrote some things for our volunteer group, especially when we launched relief operations for victims of Typhoon Frank.  That also contributed in taking more time from my blogging.  This I do not really mind because we are doing actual help, with the help of our international volunteers.  (www.volunteerphilippines.com)

My radio work load may lighten up a bit in the weeks to come—although I may be unduly hopeful at this point.  But I still wish I could go back to blogging regularly.

In the meantime, visit my photoblog (www.snap.shutterchance.com) What I can’t put into words, I try to do it with pictures.  Oh, and visit my Facebook page too.  I pay it more attention than my Friendster account.   And add me up.  As to the loser earlier mentioned, don’t bother, asshole!

But the real reason I feel compelled to post a new entry is this new GMA 7 teen show entitled “Ka-Blog!”  Jusme!  Baka naman maisip ng iba hindi ako ang orig ng title ng aking blogs. So dyahe naman.  Artist pa man din ako sometimes.  I just hope their TV show isn’t crappy!

June 22, 2008

A haven in the valley

Ayuyang_windows
If you are from or have spent a night in Solano, Nueva Vizcaya chances are you’ve heard about the Ayuyang Bar.  If you are lucky you’ve been there at least once.

There are bars and there are bars.  But Ayuyang is definitely not your usual.  Let me elaborate.

Solano is not (yet) a popular tourist destination.  Aside from its regional university and their delicious tupig, the town is not much known aside from the fact that it is Nueva Vizcaya’s commercial center.  It is not even mentioned as much as the provincial capital of Bayombong.

Bars resort to all sorts of gimmicks to stand out and draw in customers.  Very few succeed because only a few can be original.  Metro Manila bars now rely too much on things electronic such as blinding lights and very loud house music.  They probably think by offering the latest they are already licensed to charge exorbitant prices.  Then we have the likes of Mayric’s, 70s Bistro and Conspiracy Bar which capitalized/s on good music.  I couldn’t think of more successful bars than these three, which is instructive of the circles I move in and my preferences.

Anyway, Ayuyang has none of the contemporary feel of the modern bars.  It could have candles for lighting and would still be enjoyable.  Its main draw for me is its décor and atmosphere.  It’s really a museum of old household items and farm implements.  This is the only bar where a charcoal press is not out of place beside a sweating cold bottle of San Mig Light.

Our friend and fellow Guilder Maita said the place was and is a work of love.  It looks like it.

And the music?  It was refreshing.  The night we were there, Cordillera groups and artists sang folk standards as well as originals.  They have such lovely voices that blended beautifully and went well with the delicious food they got.  (The pinakbet!  Goodness!  The orig Ilokano kind!)  They also have other groups and solo acts some other nights.  Hindi naman nakapagtataka. The place looked very popular the Sunday night we were there.

Teddy_at_ayuyang
I may not be an objective Michelin judge when I write these about Ayuyang.  In fact, we came as guests of the family who owns it.  We arrived there in time for lunch and we were able to marvel at the obvious patience and dedication to build its awesome collection of nearly forgotten items of decades past—wooden wheels, kerosene lamps, capiz shell windows, old biscuit tins.  Still, as any street smart salesperson would say, “Hindi ako mapapahiya” if you decide to give some currency to what I’m saying.

If ever you find yourself spending a night in Solano, drop by the Ayuyang.  It’s on 115 Magsaysay Street, Solano, Nueva Vizcaya.  It lives to its name—haven.

June 19, 2008

Ben Laggui

Between our frantic search for Randy Malayao who was abducted and tortured by the Philippine Army and the shocking death of Ka Crispin Beltran some weeks back I received another sad news.Our high school chemistry teacher Benito Laggui passed away.

I really wanted to attend his wake, moreso that it was held here in Quezon City.It is to my shame I couldn’t although I really wanted to personally say goodbye to one of my dearest teachers.

There’s a tinge of irony in this, remembering my terror at chemistry even then.I did not like the subject at all and not only because we have to memorize the damned table.Like all sciences it involved quite a bit of math.(I flunked my five-unit Chemistry course in college, if you must know.I sacrificed an entire summer to get past this awful subject.)

Sir Ben had the classroom demeanor that justified my fear of the subject.The class trembled for fear of being called during recitations.I remember him asking me a question one time and I gave him a tentative answer. He said he wouldn’t say if my answer was correct but I have to find out in the library after class.It turned out I was right.I told him the next day and he said, “In science and in math, tentative answers are wrong answers.”

Mr Laggui was special because he was among the pioneers in our high school.Upon their shoulders that a once barangay high school grew to become a national high school with thousands of students every year.(These included the late Mrs Rose Alisbo, Mrs Artogue, Dr Dancel, Mrs Panganiban, Dr Butch Gazzingan, and a few others).It even spawned two other high schools in our town whose key faculty and administrators came from SPVIHS.

Outside the classroom, Sir Benwas as cool as they come.He was always the most popular teacher in school.He was very friendly and unselfish.His popularity was such that not a few students stayed with him in his rented room after class and followed him around wherever he went.I witnessed this first hand, being best friends with his nephew Henry Calizo.

Throughout the years when village politics was a great distraction to the school, Sir Ben was virtually untouchable because he was the most popular among all the teachers.If they dared to single him out they’d would’ve tangled with Auitan’s youth.

But he had a temper.He was not to be crossed, especially when his hypertension kicked in.But an apology and a lame joke would defuse him instantly.

One of my most treasured high school graduation pictures had Sir Ben celebrating with me.Some years back when I addressed members of the graduating class, Sir Ben was always beside me, reveling in having tutored (at the time) a national teacher leader.Whenever he saw Pom, he was profuse with his praises for me it was already embarassing.

I never grew to like Chemistry as a subject but I came to know and respect its importance in our lives.Apart from this, the subject’s saving grace for me was my late high school chemistry teacher.

June 17, 2008

Summer 08’s last gasp

Summer_08 It’s six in the morning and the geckos are calling.A family of kingfishers has been silent for a few minutes and wild ducks are emerging from their nests (taking off like airplanes with beaks extended and leading their way).The other birds are waking up and my ears are assaulted by all sorts of sounds I never hear in the blighted city.

Pom is still asleep.

An officemate-friend is already brewing coffee in the kitchen.A creature of a few horrid habits he will light up his first cigarette as early as his first dark cup.

I’ve been trying to connect to the internet but I can’t, which is just as well.I’m having a rare kind of morning, the kind I wish would stretch for a long time.I wish for the clock to stop counting and allow me to sit here listening to my wife’s low snores, the birds, the geckos, the last of the crabs scampering into their sandholes.

I myself am waiting for the coffee.A cup would make me move bowels and then I could start thinking about breakfast. It’s itlog, kamatis, at tuyo sa sinangag na kanin today.

After breakfast, I am sure Pom would be among the first on the water.I would typically drag my feet but I will be joining her shortly.I have to say hello to the fishes and slugs we got acquainted to yesterday afternoon.It’s a wonder some of them dare stare at us when we were wearing snorkels and goggles that make us terribly ugly.

We are at a private beach hundreds of kilometers outside of Manila.We are doing our best to make appearances we are normal people—the kind that go to the beach in summer.None of us, except one, had been to the beach all summer and so this last hurrah.

These past two months have been spent giving tributes to great men both living and dead—Ka Bel, Ka Romy, Ka Dan and Ka Nes.The tributes to the living were scheduled and happy events; the tributes to the dead were sudden, unexpected, numbing.

And these past four weeks have been emotionally and physically shattering for me.Looking for a forcibly disappeared and, when found, learning he has been severely tortured are not what I call fun summer.The road trip we took last weekend, it was fun in some parts because I spent time with old friends but there was something fundamentally sad about it.And I’m not talking about my driving for three straight days because that only taxed me physically.What saddened me really was seeing my friend inside a cramped and humid provincial jail being watched over by armalite-wielding soldiers.

And so this trip.I looked forward to this for such a long time—three years in fact.And while I can not admit how excited I was, I betrayed myself when I again did all the driving from Manila.

It’s sulit naman.At dusk yesterday we were greeted by one of the reddest sunsets I beheld so far.Ang ganda ng Pilipinas talaga.

Where was I?Ah, yes, the fishes.Pom and I will be swimming with them shortly—a state I want to be in for a long time.I would rather be thought of by the fishes as ugly rather be turned into fish food by the military.

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