ATC

I was at Alabang Town Center last Friday, to finally have my first taste of gimmick this sembreak (eat your hearts out!!). I spent my first few hours in the bookstore haven known as Powerbooks. I learned only one will be able to join me that night. After 10 years, my friend Gerard finally arrived. We had an early dinner at KFC, strolled around and planned for our next destination: a bar. That was what our veins were longing for. We headed to Cable Car. I tried imitating the guy in the commercial who ordered the beer just by signaling to the waiter “C45”“ with his hand, and to my delight it worked!

After almost three bottles of beer and an hour of chit chat, alcohol started to take iot stol on me. On my way home I fell asleep inside the jeepney and almost missed where I had to get off. I arrived home just In the nick of time, and headed straight to the toilet where the inevitable happened.

I plopped on my bed and drifted to dreamland in no time.

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Divided over Davide

As much as possible, I’ll stay away from writing about politics, we already have enough of them in other blogs and the newspapers. But just the same, simple and straightforward as it may seem, here’s what I have to say.

Give Justice Davide and our country a break from all these political plot Fuentebella et. al. are cooking.

Enough said. =

Excuses

Laziness and the lack of topic to write about prevented me from updating my young blog. I have accomplished quite something so far in my over a week-old sembreak. I have a lot of catching up to do on my reading. Unread books are starting to pile-up on my bookshelf and cabinet.

I went to LB last Monday to fix something in PNB and get my classcards at the same time. Grades this sem are fine, but two sems ago is still much better. I went to Ayala Foundation Inc. yesterday to get a copy of an article I wrote for them last summer vacation, though I can’t remember if that’s still the one I wrote since they already edited it heavily. The article was published in the Kababayan Edition,a magazine with US circulation several months ago.

I’m waiting a word from this person who’s starting up a new “techno-lifestyle” magazine. I hope he’ll consider my proposal for their mag. It’s just volunteer writing for starters, but I’m after the experience and the exposure from them.

Stormy stories

I am no leftist, sadist, nor Marcos loyalist, but stories, on print or in film, on various but at the same time parallel experiences of people during the Martial Law years have always interested me. I do not have any first-hand experience of Marcos’ dictatorship or even faint memories of which, as I was barely three when his rule ended. The closest link I have to a person in our bloodline that came closest to experiencing the Storm is just my uncle, and no one in our nuclear family. That may be the reason behind my interest to that particular fragment of Philippines history. If books and films were able to speak, I would ask them to disclose what really happened behind the subplots and scenes just to quench my curiosity. I know for sure that storytellers’ tales already underwent censure, personal ones or otherwise.

I’ll be most glad to lend an ear, or why not both of them. Tell me your story.

At a tender age of 19, Butch Dalisay, Jr was already stringing words like a pro, which is just exactly how he turned out. Check out his article, “A Prison Diary” (Penman, 21 Oct 2003) last Monday, to get a sample of his work, and his life, as he recounted in a diary his seven-month incarceration during the Martial rule.

Taking care of Apo

A commentary by Bernardo V. Lopez in yesterday’s issue of the Inquirer (Arsenic Mt. Apo, 10/22/03) exposed the threats of PNOC’s (Philippine National Oil Corporation) geothermal power plant to Mt. Apo and the lives of its inhabitants. High concentration of arsenic, a “bioaccumulative” and highly toxic substance, was found in the sample of waste water of the plant site, a river and soil samples from different barangays nearby.

Arsenic particularly attacks the nervous system of a person. A chronic symptom of its ingestion after it has accumulated in the body includes convulsions.

Development is not equal to killing people and destroying the environment. Spare Mt. Apo and the lives of its locals.

Funniest Political Joke: A Nuisance Candidate

I heard in the primetime news that Fernando Poe Jr., a.k.a. FPJ, Da King, Panday of the local movies confirmed what most of us are fearing for, drum roll please? or maybe the Psycho sound effect is more apt? He’s running for president. I’m not surprised at all since this has been the talk of the town even in the past months.

With the persistent courting and nudging of the opposition to make him as their official flag-bearer, FPJ finally said yes. (No) thanks to Tito Sotto who did a good job in convincing him to run for the highest post in the land.

I don?t intend to consume too much of cyberspace for you, Mr. FPJ, as I share the general sentiments of those people who already had enough of actor-politicians.

You and I know you?re not supposed to be there. Better yet, listen to your lovely wife’s advice. Just stick to your craft where you truly belong.

Have mercy on us.