Sunday, January 11, 2015

CREATING AN EMOTIONALLY HEALTHY COUNTRY

Our problems are highly repetitive. Corruption, poverty, rising prices, rape even of children now, and vagrancy in the streets of MetroManila among so many others. Our cities seem to be the perfect "third world" environment which we used to criticize since way back the 70's. 

What are the factors that should bind us to work for the common good? For one I think, is communication. We must have the same definitions for certain terms. For example, when we talk of poverty, what does it mean? To the government, the officials are satisfied that they are performing their jobs -- giving jobs, providing monthly allowances to families that have schooling children, etc. But they do not think of the quality of jobs, nor the quality of students that have benefitted from the allowances, the Tulong Pantawid Pamilya. There could be alleviation of poverty, temporarily, but what about the quality of life that results from it? There could be poverty of the mind too, not just physical poverty. Mental poverty occurs when people focus on the material side of things , when students desire gadgets rather than books that can expand their minds. It occurs when parents think of their children as objects that will help them overcome poverty. 

Job creation looks fine from the point of view of the government. But if the jobs created are those that would break up the families, then is that a healthy program of solving unemployment? Now I want to focus on this --

The Commission on Filipinos Overseas claims that as of end of 2009, Filipino emigrants number around 4 million, the temporary workers 3.8 million and undocumented or irregular migrants, 650,000. By the millions, the Filipino young workers and professionals have left the country, bringing with them their fresh knowledge, able bodies to withstand the pressures of their work, all in order to help their families in the country attain a good level of lifestyle, or survive the economic pressures. 

As we determine that over millions are overseas, let us also remember that 40 to 60% of them also have broken homes -- the wife or husband hitching up with another in order to overcome loneliness; the children taking to drugs in the absence of spiritual and emotional guidance, the relatives taking over the primary care of children, and many more. 

By 2030, what kind of leaders shall we have if at this time, the best of our workers and professionals are leaving or have left the country?

I have a proposal to Congress: require all banks and financial institutions to lend business capital to anyone -- from age 20 up with a requirement that they would know how to run the business. The interest should only be 6% per annum. The loans should be open to all kinds of businesses, single proprietorships, cooperatives, and including cultural companies. 

In this way, I think that many Filipinos would rather stay here than go off to another country where they would suffer physically, emotionally and mentally. It is best for everyone to be where their families are, rather in strange countries, where right now, peace and order cannot be safeguarded anymore, not even in places like Paris. 

Only banks can give that kind of support to our workers and professionals.  


One time, I went to a branch of DBP many years ago and asked about getting a loan as I know that there was a small business lending program available. The requirements were so onerous that I just completely turned my back on it. 

It is high time that the financial sector consider this proposal heavily because they have profitted already from the remittances of OFWs for so long. It is high time that they give back to us what would make our country an emotionally  healthy place to live in.










Wednesday, January 7, 2015

KUNG SIYA AY DARATING...

Sinulat ni Emma S. Orozco

Paper boat, vector
Hawak-hawak ni Lerma ang sulat. hindi niya alam kung kaninogaling. Pero parang matigas anglaman. Parang greeting card.Itinabi niya sa mesa at nagpatuloy siya ng pagko-computer. Malamig ang simoy ng hangin sa barko. Nanunuot hanggang buto. Kung kaya't nagbalabal si Lerma. Matagal na niyang inaasam-asam na makapagbiyahe , at ngayon lang siya nagkapera atnagkapanahon. Sa katunayan pauwi na siya ngayon sa Maynila matapos ang isang linggong pakikipagtsikahan sa kanyang kapatid na si Dayan.
Pinakamatanda niyang kapatid si Dayan. Ang sumunod ay 
namatay sa aksidente. Siya ngayon ang bunso. Malapit siya 
kay Dayan dahil halos siya na ang nagpalaki sa kanya noong bata pa siya. Ang Nanay nila na maagang nabyuda ay abala sapagnenengosyo kung paanong maigagaod ang mga pangangai-
langan ng kanilang pamilya at kung paano silang 
mapapapag-aral. 

Kung kaya't si Dayan ang parang tumayong nanay nila 
hanggang sa makapagtapos silang lahat sa kolehiyo. Pero si Dayan, dahil sa pag-aasikaso sa kanila ay hindi nakatapos. Nag-asawa na lang siya at namuhay ng tahimik sa Bacolod. 
Mabait naman ang napangasawa niya, masipag at matulungin sanangangailangan.
Malungkot ba ang buhay ni Lerma? Hindi naman. Ang mga anak niya ay malalaki na. Namatay ang asawa niya sa kasisigaril-yo noong limang taon pa lamang silang kasal. Siya naman, nakatapos ng kolehiyo ay nagtrabaho na kaagad. Manunulat siyang mga libro ng bata ngayon at halos hindi siya makaugaga 
sa tambak ng projects na ginagawa niya. Nagpunta si Lerma sa upper deck para manood ng magagandang islang dinaraanan ng barko. Presko pa ang simoy ng hangin 
duon. Parang ayaw na niyang bumalik sa Maynila dahil doon. Napakamausok ng mga kalye sa Maynila. Parati siyang 
hinihika. Pero dahil ang mga projects niya ay nasa Maynila,wala siyang magagawa kundi ang bumalik dito. Naupo siya sa isang bangko at tinanaw ang mga isla nang 
may mapansin siyang isang matangkad na mama na tumitingin 
sa kanya, nakatayo sa may di kalayuan sa kanya. Pero nang 
tingnan niya ng diretso ay mabilis na binaling ang mga 
mata sa karagatan. Hindi niya pinansin ito at nagpatuloy 
siya sa panonood sa dagat. 

May mga isdang lulundag-lundag, lumilipad-lipad. Nakaka-
tuwang panoorin. Sana may mga ganuong tanawin din sa 
Maynila. Sana makakita rin siya noong sa ilog-Pasig. 

Natawa si Lerma. Parang isang bangungot ang maisip na 
makakita siya ng isdang lumilipad sa Pasig. Ang mga sapang tumutuloy sa Pasig ay puno ng basura, mga styrofoam, mga 
papel, mga kinainan. Napakababaho. Lason na ang makakain ngmga isda pag nagpunta pa sila roon. Disinuwebe oras ang biyahe mula sa Bacolod. Umalis sila ng pantalan sa Banago ng alas 2 y medya. May mga VIP pa sigurona hinintay kaya natagalan. Sanay na si Lerma sa ganun. 
Siya ay nasa mega value air conditioned section ng barko. 
Isang bahagdan pa ay economy class na. Middle class siya 
kung baga dahil kaya niyang magbayad ng puwesto niya sa air-conditioned section. Pero balewala yun kay Lerma. E ano, kung hindi niya kayang magbayad ng first o business class na tiket? Maganda naman ang amenities sa section na ito. Kaya lang sa upper bed 
siya nadestino. Malapit-lapit mabunggo ang ulo niya sa 
kisame kung mauupo siya sa kama. Pero okay na rin. Basta 
may kumot at unan, tama na sa kanya. Nakakatawa, may kuwento pa ang pagkuha niya ng mga ito. 
Nang pumila siya para kunin ang unan at kumot niya, naubu-
san na yung steward at kukuha pa siya sa stockroom. Pagod 
si Lerma, at emotionally-draining ang pakikipagtagpo niya 
sa kanyang kapatid na si Dayan. Matagal silang nagkita at 
maraming pagbabahaginan ang nangyari sa kanila. Kaya't 
nais na niyang matulog kaagad sa barko. Ang ginawa niya, umakyat siya sa tourist section 
information center at nagtanong sa isang babae roon kung 
maaari na niyang makuha ang unan at kumot. Hiningan siya 
ng ID ng receptionist. "Bakit doon sa isang barko ninyo, 
hindi naman ako kinunan ng ID? Tiket lang ang tiningnan? 
Kung ayaw ninyong ibigay, hindi na bale. Hindi na ako 
mag-uunan," ang nawika ni Lerma.
Biglang kumambiyo ang babae at inutusan ang isang steward 
na ikuha na lang si Lerma kahit walang ID. Dumating ang 
manager ng barko, na napagkamalan ni Lermang kapitan. 

Dinagdag ni Lerma sa kanya: "Di ba kabilang kayo sa 
ISO 2000, na mga patakaran sa shipping sa buong daigdig at kailangan ay masunod ninyo ang mga standards na ito? 

Samakatuwid, kung anong nangyayari duon sa isang barko 
ninyo, gayon din ang dapat na mangyari dito." Napatingin 
lamang ang manager sa kanya at parang hindi siya 
maintindihan. Dagdag pa rin ni Lerma: "At kung kulang ang 
amenities ninyo tulad ng unan at kumot, dapat ay bigyan 
nyo kami ng diskuwento." Napangunot-noo ang manager. 
"Think about it," ang nasabi na lang ni Lerma sa kanya bilang pagtatapos.
Pagdating ni Lerma sa kanyang bunkbed, natanaw niya ang 
lalaking yun na naman, nasa may bandang binatana, at kunwa ay nanonood ng mga tao. Pero nahuli niyang nakamasid sa 
kanya. Umakyat si Lerma sa kanayng kama, ibinaba ang unan, nahiga at nagkumot. Nakatulog siya kaagad. Mabuti na lang ang tiket niya ay walang pagkain. Kung 
hindi ay pipila pa siya ng kahaba-haba. Tatayo sana siya 
ng mahigit sa kalahating oras para kumuha ng pagkain. 
Ibang-iba ang serbisyo sa ibang kumpanya ng barko.Sa 
dining salon, pauupuin ang lahat ng tao at pagkatapos ay 
pagsisilbihan ng mga stewards.
Tutal sa disinuwebe oras, puwede na siyang uminom na lang 
ng tubig at kumagat ng mga biskwit. Balewala, nawika niya 
sa sarili niya. Ngayon, karamihan ng hinahain ay mga 
pagkaing niluto sa mantika ng baboy, o kaya ay may halong 
karne na nagpapasakit kaagad ng leeg niya. High Blood. 
Hindi niya kayang magkasakit sa barko, ang nawika niya sa
sarili. Magaalas onse na ng gabi nang magising si Lerma. Kinuha 
niya sa maleta niya na nasa ulunan niya ang draft ng 
kanyang aklat na Sa Pusod ng Karagatan: Ang Dugong at Ang 
Mangingisda. Tungkol ito sa dugong isang nanganganib na species. Ginuguhit niya ang larawan ng bawat pahina nito. 
Naisip niyang tapusin ito sa dining salon. Mausok ang salon. Maraming mga lalaki ang nag-iinuman, 
naniigarilyo. Pero tolerable naman ang hangin. Siguro 
dahil sa simoy ng dagat-hangin na pumapasok sa may 
pintuan. 

Bumili si Lerma ng fruit salad sa kart vendor-steward at 
naupo sa isang mesa upang magdrowing. Binuksan niya ang 
sketch pad niya at nagsimulang gumuhit. Maya-maya may 
naramdaman siyang parang nakatanaw sa likod niya. Hindi 
niya pinansin ito. Ah, nagkamali siya sa pagguhit at kailangan niya ng 
pambura. Nakiusap siya sa steward na bantayan ang fruit 
salad niya at babalik siya kaagad. Madali naman niyang 
nakuha ang pambura dahil nasa bulsa lang yun ng maleta. Pagbalik ni Lerma sa salon, nakaupo na sa tapat niya ang 
lalaking nakikita niyang nagmamasid sa kanya kung 
saan-saang parte ng barko. Hindi ito tumitingin sa kanya. 
Nakamasid ito sa isang lalaking naka-fatigue na pantalon 
at nilalaro ang isang bata. Maya-maya ay inilabas ng lalaking naka-fatigue ang kanyang kamera at animo'y kukunan ang 
bata habang nasa likod naman sina Lerma at ang lalaki. 
Hindi pinansin ni Lerma ang pagkuha ng retrato at sa halip ay nagpatuloy ng pagkain. "O, nonoy, nonoy, tan-aw dire." Tingin dito ang sabi ng 
mamang naka-fatigue na pantalon sa bata. Napatingin din 
tuloy si Lerma at siya namang pag-klik ng kamera. 
Nakatingin din ang lalaki sa kamera. Nagpatuloy kumain 
si Lerma. E ano kung nakunan siya, ang naitanong niya sa 
sarili. Matapos kumain, walang kaabug-abog na umalis na si Lerma. 
"Excuse me," ang sabi niya sa lalaki na hindi naman kumibo. Bakit kaya hidi nagsasalita ang lalaking yun, ang naitanongni Lerma sa sarili. Palapit na ang barko sa pantalan ng Maynila. Madilim 
ang dagat, hindi paris sa Negros, berde at asul hanggang samay kalagitnaan na. Talagang parang wala ng pag-asang 
gaganda pa ang kapaligiran ng Maynila. Maraming basurang 
lumulutang sa tubig, kung saan-saan nanggaling siguro, 
galing sa Kabite, sa Laguna, o sa Luneta.
Nag-alala si Lerma sa bigat ng kanyang maleta. Ang ginawa
niya nakiusap siya sa isang steward na tulungan siyang 
ibaba ito. "Noy gusto kong makalabas kaagad dahil mahirap 
kumuha ng sasakyan sa pantalan. Lalakad pa ako," ang 
nasabi niya sa steward. Natandaan ni Lerma a noong 1996, galing din siya sa 
Bacolod. Alas dose ng tanghali ng dumating siya at 
kinakailangan pa niyang maglakad ng malayo para makakuha 
ng jeep. Walang taxi sa lugar na yun noon. Sumulat siya 
sa Malacanang para sabihan ang Philippine Ports Authority 
tungkol sa problema ng mga biyahera dahil walang sasakyan 
pagbaba ng barko. Paano na lang kung maraming dala ang 
pasahero? "Ay Ma'am may taxi na. Makakakuha kayo pagbaba ninyo. 
Punta lang kayo sa information counter sa taas para 
makapag-reserba kayo," ang payo ng steward. Matapos m
agpasalamat, dali-daling nagpunta si Lerma sa itaas kung 
saan naroon ang tulay palabas ng barko. Kaya lang napakamahal pala ng taxi fare. P250 hanggang sa 
tahanan niya sa Cubao. Flat fare. Pero may bus, trenta 
pesos lang ang bayad. "Abangan nyo na lang Ma'am sa baba, 
number one bus ang sasakyan nyo, diretsong Cubao," ang 
sabi ng babae sa information counter sabay bigay sa kanya 
ng isang kapirasong papel kung saan nakasulat ang mga bus 
na magsusundo sa mga pasahero. Nakahinga ng maluwag si Lerma nang nakapuwesto na siya sa 
may exit point ng barko, katabi ang kanyang maleta. 
Nagsisiksikan din ang mga tao, mga Muslim na babae, 
nakasarong, nakikipaggitgitan para mauna ring bumaba. 
Mukhang mayayaman sila dahil puro ginto ang mga alahas. 
Biglang naisip ni Lerma, kailan kaya siya kikita ng malaki para makabili rin ng mga gintong alahas na yun? Maya-maya dumating ang guwardiya, naka-sunglasses at may 
dalang kamera. Nag-shoot siya ng eksena sa may pantalan 
at pagkatapos ay humarap sa mga pasahero. "Souvenir" ang 
sabi sa kanila. Natawa si Lerma. Talagang ang mga Pinoy 
masentimyento, ang naisip niya. Kung sabagay mayroon din 
siyang dalang kamera. Pero mga bundok, dagat at paglubog 
ng araw ang mga kinunan niya, hindi mga tao. Para bang 
ayaw niyang makipag-relate kahit na kanino sa ngayon. 

Gusto lang niyang manahimik. Sa wakas, isa siya sa mga mauunang bababa, naisip niya. 
Isusulat ko ba sa management ng shipping company ang mga 
pangalan ng stewards na tumulong sa kanya, sina Chris at 
Richard? Ito ang mga pangalan nila na nakasulat sa may 
polo nila sa may bandang dibdib. Bakit hindi? At hinanap 
niya ng tingin si Richard na siyang nagbaba ng kanyang 
maleta. Paglingon niya nasa likod na naman niya ang 
lalaking yun. Biglang tumingin sa Lerma sa dagat. Ayaw 
niyang magpahalata na binabantayan siya ng lalaking yun. 

Binabantayan? Bakit naman siya babantayan?
Ilang linggo ang lumipas...
Tiningnan ni Lerma ang sulat sa ibabaw ng mesa. Binuksan 
niya. Natambad sa kanya ang retrato niya sa may exit 
point. Wala nang iba. At sa likod niya ay ang mamang yun. 
Tiningnan niya ang likod ng larawan. Walang sulat. 
Sinilip niya ang sobre. May isang kapirasong papel - 
isang salita lamang ang nakasulat. Nagmamahal. Pero walang nakapirmang pangalan. Nagulumihanan si Lerma. Nagtataka siya kung bakit walang 
pangalan. Napatingin siya sa malayo. Siguro, nawika niya 
sa sarili, may asawa na kaya hanggang ligaw-tingin na 
lamang. O kaya ay may nobya na. O baka naman naiilang sa 
akin? naitanong niya sa sarili. Tiningnan muli ni Lerma ang larawan niya. Medyo malabo ang kuha dahil instamatic camera ang gamit at napakalapit nito sa kanila. Kailangan kasi mga tatlong dipa ang layo bago 
mag-shoot kung gamit ay instamatic. Napangiti si Lerma. Siguro kilala ng shipping company ang 
taong ito. Bakit alam ng lalaking ito ang tirahan niya? 
Dahil sa tiket ng barko na binili niya? Napailing si 
Lerma. Susulat ba siya at tatanungin niya kung sino yun?
"Kung dumating kaya siya..." hindi na natapos ni Lerma ang sasabihin niya. May deadline siya na tapusin ang ginuguhit niyang kuwentong pambata para maimprenta at maibenta na.    


Tuesday, January 6, 2015

HOW

Relevance is  a very difficult task to follow in this world. We cannot just dream big and work on our advocacies with gusto without encountering obstacles along the way. 

I tried writing earlier but a man came inside the office and my computer conked out. The internet would not open. Then when he left, immediately, my computer started working but somebody was blocking my access to the internet and so I had to quit, really now. 

Anyway, I wanted to tell you that I created stickers "STOP FARE HIKE" to protest the increase in metro light railway fares. Did you know that of all the people I gave it to, at the EDSA corner Quezon Ave escalator portion of the MRT  only one accepted it? I approached about ten to twelve. And that one person exchanged the flyer he was giving away to my small sticker. 

Good God, here we are talking about advancement of Filipino people in terms of so many awards, even economically, but still the mere act of receiving a small sticker and pasting it on their arm, or their chest, or their notebook was anathema to them. 

The question is, how do raise the courage of the people in order to do the minutest act of protest, instead of just being fence-sitters? Remember Folks, these are the passengers directly hit by the fare increase and yet they were unwilling even to accept a small sticker -- one inch by 1'2 inch.

I think that many campaigns fail because -- mataas kaagad ang attack ng protesta. Why couldn't the protesters start slowly -- making the people aware that it is their right to protest, then graduate them to street protests. Actually the latter should be resorted to after a week or two already. 

The years of martial law crippled the people's ability to response to oppression. Hence, we should start educating them on how best to protest without their losing any of their properties, their reputation, whatever; that telling them the long term benefits from protesting would give them a more fruitful life where they can devote their talents to creative and hopefully prosperous tasks.

So, kindly tell your relatives, make their own stickers of protest. No matter how little 

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

IS IT A SIN TO BE DIFFERENT? A short story by Wilhelmina Orozco

Vanda's happiness was half-celebrated in his mind. The film where he was starring was earning millions at the box office. He knew that the theme that of a gay guard would gather a lot at the tills. It was a dream role for him because he had always wanted to take potshots at men who liked to show off their masculine traits even if they did not approximate the physique of Hollywood macho wrestling actors. A good opportunity came when the film producer approached him for the role after she had seen him on television, singing, dancing, and acting among non-actors as well as actors to entertain the audience. She said, he had a knack for making people laugh.

But what brought tears in his eyes was the death of his lover from AIDS. He never exacted loyalty from him as he himself would sleep around when his lover was out of town appearing at provincial sorties. For them, it was a given that they would not allow loneliness to get over them once they temporarily separate. They only wanted the happiness of each other even if only for a minute or a day. And so they had gone their merry ways.

While he was receiving the award for best actor for the film, he thanked everyone, including his father who hated so much his having turned gay that he had thrown him out of the house and even followed him on the road.

He remembered that very day very much etched in his mind. He was brushing his teeth and preparing  to go to school. He was third year high school at that time and had friends who were also gay who came home with him the previous night. His father must have heard them talking about their escapades with guys. Fortunately, he did not bother them, nor reprimand them for the sometimes lewd parts of their discussions.

Why, we are all creatures of heaven, he and his friends had said. Vanda said that he would always feel his heart palpitating when a man whom he really fancied would pass by. But with women? No way. He was simply dedma, as in a stone turned rocky as Guimaras and Gibraltar.

Ah, I too had felt that way, his friend Toto told him. But I have to caution myself because if I so much as showed a flutter of my eyes, my father would right away bamboozle me with his slippers. He simply could not accept me as I am. But my mother, my dear mother would console me, hug me, embrace me and tell me I am just human. Bless her soul but she died after a few months when I left the house.

And why shouldn't I? I too left our house, Vanda said. My father followed me to the road, while hurling invectives at me. He grabbed the collar of my shirt but I was able to steal away. Still he pursued me until I tripped on a cracked cemented road. I fell and then he was able to throw his full weight around me. I was black and blue when he and I went home. My mother nursed me, putting hot and cold water on the red and blue "pasa" on my body and face. All night long I wept on my pillow. My mother did too, I know, while my father kept berating her for encouraging my insistence on being different. 

One evening, i talked to my mother and told her, Ma, I have to go na. I cannot stand it anymore. I hope you would not worry when I am gone.

But why do you have to go?

Ma, Father might kill me and I would feel responsible for the crime if he did. Then you would become a widow. What will happen to you then? Your only source of income is his pension from soldiery.

After a few days, my mother gave her consent. Actually, I had been removing my things one by one already and had brought them to a friend's house. Then when she finally gave her consent, I hugged and kissed her on the cheeks and told her I would communicate with her everyday of my life. Please Ma, pray for me that I may live longer to take care of you too.

Vanda and his friends went to Luneta to celebrate his freedom. It was the happiest day of his life. He no longer had to pretend that he was a man. For him that was the big boulder strung around his neck, having to show his father daily that he was a he-man, someone who showed very few emotions, guarded feelings. Instead, he and his friends laughed loudest when they would swap jokes among themselves, or even recall how some masculine men would even cry for them not to leave them because they too had fallen in love with them – their cute ways of being always modest, of being tender and loving towards them. Why did they leave them? Because they became spoiled by their love.

Yes, the gays have the tendency to spoil their loved ones. Vanda's friends would always splurge on their lovers after earning a lot from their impersonation jobs. They would buy new briefs, pancit and food galore, and the finest wines that the town could offer. They would go drinking overnight while the friends of their lovers shared the food with them. But when the bar they were appearning in closed down and they didn't have anymore jobs, no more salaries, Vanda's friends would stay at home and call up others for leads where they could perform again. For months that went on and on. Their lovers were sympathetic for sometime but later on turned cynical and finally brutal when they too were forced to look for higher-paying jobs to be able to pay their home rents.

The separations were either too violent or too ad misericordiam. Some men would hie off and Vanda's friends would even wrap themselves around the men's arms, legs and bodies;but they were just turned down and even oh, it is so difficult to describe. Other separations were tearful. Each one of them knew that to be together, they needed money, funds to feed the high lifestyle that they had cultivated while together. Not being able tosustain that no longer felt heavenly. Every sexual encounter was like a machinelike grating of bearings. Pilit na pilit. 

For Vanda, he was lucky to have reined in his feelings. He cultivated his talents, worked as a messenger at an entertainment company, which finally saw his histrionic talents. After a few workshops, he was ready to take off as a solo host of his own TV program, and as we said earlier, as a major actor in the film about gays. Now he is receiving his much-coveted award as best actor:

“Maraming salamat po sa inyong pagtangkilik ng aking pelikula at higit sa lahat sa pagkilala sa aking abilidad na maka-arte. Ay, no ba ito, inarte? Mahirap ho talagang mag Tagalog. Oy, ano ba ang acting sa Tagalog, di ba arte? Hahaha. Mga kababayan ko, pinasasalamatan  ko ang aking producer na si Eda Murillo. Kung wala siya, ay hindi ako mabibigyan ng break sa pag-arte. Pinasasalamatan ko rin ang aking ina, Ay sumalangit nawa ang kanyang kaluluwa. Siya po ang unang gumalang sa aking pagiging gay. Hinding hindi po niya ako kinagalitan sa aking masidhing pakiramdam na mapabilang sa gay sector, at matutong umibig sa lalaki.


At akin rin pong pinasasalamatan kayong mga nanood at mga manonood pa sa aking pelikula, bagaman ang kuwentong ito ay hango sa isang Hollywood film. Pinamagatan naming Is it a Sin? dahil po sa ating lipunan, kasalanan daw ang magmahal ng sariling kasarian. Nais po naming mamulat ang ating lipunan na may mga tao talagang ganyan ho talaga. At kaya  nakapupulot tayo ng ideya sa abroad at pagkatapos nolo-localize na lang natin ay dahil mas bukas ang lipunan nila sa pagkakaiba-iba ng kasarian ng mga tao. 

Pero magaling ho ang aking scriptwriter na si Deo Alindogan at higit sa lahat – Direk! Direk Joe Laguerta, maraming salamat ha? Nailabas mo ang lahat ng aking talento. Alam nyo po mga kababayan, si Direk Lagueerta, macho ho yan. Hindi ho yan gay, pero talagang pinagtyagaan niya ang aking pelikula at kaylanman hindi ako nakaramdam ng panlalait sa kanya. Hindi ba Direk? At kahit na anong pilantik ng aking mga mata para naman maipamalas ko sa kanya ang aking tunay na pagmamahal... na kaibigan, oh, mga tsismoso at malilikot ang isipan, hindi po niya ako minaliit. So, maraming-maraming salamat po sa inyong lahat. At maraming salamat din sa aking gay lover na namayapa na at sa aking ama. Kung hindi niya ako binugbog, hindi ako magkakaroon ng lakas ng loob na umalis ng tahanan at magbakasakali sa buhay. 

Babu! Maligayang Pasko po. Pinasaya nyo po ng husto ang Pasko ko. 

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

PASKO, PASKO NA NAMAN

Feliz Navidad poster designed by Pigeon Post made                                                                                               by Zazzle Art in San Jose, California 

Yesterday, I sang Christmas songs together with a karaoke. Then a child stood in front of me, wanting to sing also. So I held her hands and beat with the song. She learned the beat but not the melody. Off-key, I found out. 

How many children are off-key nowadays? I think we can blame that on the music subject in the grade school. There are not many competent music teachers in the grades. The teachers are saddled with so many subjects that they do not have time to hone their skills in music teaching.  I think that every summer, all teachers of music should undergo a seminar to learn the basics of music. 

I remember my teacher in my grade four class at the University of the East. She was the one who egged me on to study piano further. Actually I have had piano lessons in Bacolod City under Ms. Eva Llorca a very dutiful and excellent teacher. But on my fourth grade, my teacher, so sorry I forget her name now, gave me a piano piece, Glow Wurmchen or Glow Worm in English. I loved the melody so much that I even memorized it so that it could be my recital piece. And I have played that ever since, even at private gatherings. 

Why I never became a full-time music student and professional musician is because the call of political activism has been stronger in me ever since college. I am a product of the sixties] a hot era -- full of questions -- whether democracy was good or not amid too many student demonstrations, and scrambling for political power -- and then the rise to power of the dictator. So I had chosen the path of knowing what was really going on, and analyzing how I could have a meaningful life as well. 

What songs did I learn then? Nationalistic songs and the Internationale translated into Pilipino. But on the side, I also memorized two pieces of Bach's two-part inventions which until now I can still play. I am prouder of being able to play the latter. The nationalistic songs are too sad. The society is sad already and so why should I sing them at all?

I also learned composing music from Tita King, before she became the National Artist for Music. By the way,  I hope she is happy with what has happened to her alma mater, the Philippine Women's University as it continues to exist despite the financial breakdown. A new company is now running it. 

Come to think of it, I shall compose Christmas songs. Actually, I wanted to Tagalize the Christmas songs like Jingle Bells, and We Wish You a Merry Christmas but somebody beat me to it. They are now sung on air. But the latter has words of its own  sang to promote a creamer for salads. Merry Merry Kremas. 

Adultish Christmas song
There is another song, the 12 Days of Christmas sang by a group of singers:


Sa unang araw ng Pasko, binigay sa ‘kin ng nobya ko
Isang basketbol na bago
Sa pangalawang araw ng Pasko, binigay sa ‘kin ng nobya ko
Dalawang payong at isang basketbol na bago
Sa pangatlong araw ng Pasko, binigay sa ‘kin ng nobya ko
Tatlong sakong bigas, dalawang payong at isang basketbol na bago
Pang-apat na araw ng Pasko, binigay sa ‘kin ng nobya ko
Apat na pagong, tatlong sakong bigas
Dalawang payong at isang basketbol na bago
Ika-limang araw ng Pasko, binigay sa ‘kin ng nobya ko
Limang pulang lobo, apat na pagong, tatlong sakong bigas
Dalawang payong at isang basketbol na bago
INTERLUDE
Ika-anim araw ng Pasko, binigay sa ‘kin ng nobya ko
Anim na sofa, limang pulang lobo, apat na pagong
Tatlong sakong bigas, dalawang payong at isang basketbol na bago
Ika-pitong araw ng Pasko, binigay sa ‘kin ng nobya ko
Pitong berdeng unan, anim na sofa, limang pulang lobo, apat na pagong
Tatlong sakong bigas, dalawang payong at isang basketbol na bago
Ika-walong araw ng Pasko, binigay sa ‘kin ng nobya ko
Walong lechong baboy, pitong berdeng unan, anim na sofa
Limang pulang lobo, apat na pagong, tatlong sakong bigas
Dalawang payong at isang basketbol na bago
Ika-siyam na araw ng Pasko, binigay sa ‘kin ng nobya ko
Siyam na case ng beer, walong lechong baboy, pitong berdeng unan
Anim na sofa, limang pulang lobo, apat na pagong
Tatlong sakong bigas, dalawang payong at isang basketbol na bago
Ika-sampung araw ng Pasko, binigay sa ‘kin ng nobya ko
Sampung inaanak (mano, po ninong), siyam na case ng beer
Walong lechong baboy, pitong berdeng unan
Anim na sofa, limang pulang lobo, apat na pagong
Tatlong sakong bigas, dalawang payong at isang basketbol na bago
Ika-labing-isang araw ng Pasko, binigay sa ‘kin ng nobya ko
Labing-isang tuta (aw! aw!), sampung inaanak (mano, po ninong)
Siyam na case ng beer, walong lechong baboy, pitong berdeng unan
Anim na sofa, limang pulang lobo, apat na pagong
Tatlong sakong bigas, dalawang payong at isang basketbol na bago
It sounds nice but I don't really like lechon and beer. It makes the song too adultish. Children should not sing that at all. They will grow up not knowing that lechon or pork is a terrible source of bad cholesterol, and they could develop heart condition from it. Also beer is a drink for adults. 

Hence, I think that the singing group should have watched out for the target audience of their song. 

Tribal groups descend to MetroManila
By the way, the tribal groups from Zamboanga have come and are hitching up and down the jeepneys with their milk tin can drums. Their beat is very hard to follow but it is great music they create with them. Instead of rounding them up, the authorities should think of nurturing their music skills here in MetroManila and make us learn and observe them. 

I talked to one tribal guy at the corner of Lerma and I encouraged him to gather his friends and relatives. First, they should dress up well -- in their native costumes. Second, they should sing only at one part of the city, or a street. So that every time, the people on the jeep or any vehicle shall ready their donations before reaching that point. Third, they should have one person with a cup ready to receive the donations, or even to approach every vehicle and ask for donations while they are singing. In this way, they retain their dignity as performers. 

This style of  street performance should be allowed during the Christmas season so that our kababayan shall be able to enjoy it also, and not appear as mendicants. Maybe the NCCA, the CCP, and the DSWD could come together and plan this whole thing all together. 

Too long a vacation
Christmas in the Philippines is truly something memorable. All our kababayan abroad want to come home and experience it. However, I find it too long a vacation. I think that government offices, especially government hospitals, clinics and libraries  should not close down at all but have a skeletal force that will be left behind to run them.

Not everyone are Catholic and so our fellow citizens who do not fancy observing Christmas should be allowed to walk about and do their business. Also, libraries are a nice source of information especially if they have wi-fi. Hence, they could be a good place for gatherings of the youth who are so eager to tinker with the computer. 


Happy Holidays Folks and may the coming year give us the best of times.

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

TRYING TO BE RELEVANT THIS CHRISTMAS SEASON













Despite the pressures of having to observe and/or enjoy Christmas, I am still gluing myself to events happening in our country. We cannot simply close our eyes to what is happening here. And I ask for forgiveness from my son who is now with our Great Creator. Anak, I have to keep on writing because that is one of the ways I can see myself being useful in this world. I cannot shut my mind from analyzing, thinking what solutions we can have to solve our repetitive national problems. So here goes:

1.The NBI raid of the National Bilibid Prisons opened up to me the great creative spirits of the prisoners.They were able to transform the prison into a multi-media center, complete with a recording studio. Minus the negative activities, i think that they were able to contribute the idea that prisoners need not be locked up forever in monotonous routines but rather they could also be made to tickle their creative urges to produce meaningful sounds -- although I have not heard the lyrics clearly, Folks. 

2. The kubol of the NBP should not be destroyed but rather be re-used to be a library -- of books, of educational DVD's, a recording center to record the biographies of inmates for posterity's sake, among others. 

3. Another use of the kubol would be as a therapeutic clinic for those in need of reflexologic massage. Why can''t prisoners enjoy that as well?

4. The jacuzzi should be another health spa for those with ailments. 

5. With regard to which tandem we should support for 2016, I would suggest to the media to reduce the space provided for such news. Look we focussed too much on politics and what happened? A new round of fare increases was once again announced to be implemented 
January 4th. I will just suggest one solution from our end here: Let us have a pooled newspaper headline: FARE HIKES UNFAIR TO SUFFERING RIDING PUBLIC. Don't you think there could be a great response to that when all the papers have that screaming headline?

6. When I heard that a South African woman won a beauty contest title,immediately, the image of a black woman surfaced in my mind. I was wrong. She is white. 

7. As I am writing this, a man has just blown cigarettesmoke inside the kiosk. Addicts with political agenda really are incorrigible. Folks if you live in the western world, I am sure you would not last long over here.

8. A relative of mind has dogs in her house.Then one died. I asked of what?And she said of lung cancer. Then I told her lung cancer is also caused by cigarette smoke. After that, I think she and her husband have stopped smoking. Here, we are being killed by the lazy implementation of no-smoking in public places. Look at the latest news: the Department of Environment and Natural Resources has had its budget reduced. I wonder what items they will cut back on. 

See you again Folks, it's not safe writing here. 

Saturday, December 13, 2014

On Dealing with Typhoons

Our home is a veteran of floods and typhoons. Its roof has withstood the harshest of winds and the cement walls have not bent to earthquakes, although smal cracks have appeared in some of the interiors. Outside, the roots of trees which got uprooted cracked open the paved paths. That is about all that have happened. The house was built sometime in the sixties and so the materials then were really strong. Even the grills, though rusty, are still thick and have not bent. 

One tenant of ours who had a drug addict for a sidekick, hacked the grills of the staircase and that by the terrace in order to sell sa bote garapa, and earn some money to buy his "bad habit."

The recent typhoons in the Visayas have made mull over what would really help the people save their homes from the homewrecking Mother Nature. I researched and suddenly remembered the dome-shaped home where Ludy Resurreccion, Maryknoll College and later Miriam College English teacher in the eighties used to live. It was built by a Filipino engineer-architect I think and it was really very strong. when it is hot outside, it is cool inside and vice-versa. 

Then I have just come across a write-up about a home that survived the onslaught of a typhoon while other structure went a-shambles. The benefits from dome-roofed home by the sea are narrated here: 

From: http://domeofahome.com/dome-information/advantages-of-domes/

Advantages of Domes


Domes vs. Hurricanes

dome_hurricane_damage_2“When I originally wrote this segment for the web site in 2001, I had no idea how quickly the Dome of a Home would be put to the test. As we were building the dome, Tropical Storm Isadore came ashore and left a mess, but no damage. Then, in 2004, Hurricane Ivan slammed into Pensacola Beach wreaking enough havoc that it was called Ivan, The Terrible. Although many of my neighbors’ houses were piles of rubble or completely washed away, the dome suffered no structural damage. The Dome’s front staircase was designed to break away (which it did) to avoid damage to the actual structure. The 2005 hurricane season brought several storms to our shore: Tropical Storm Arlene in June; Hurricane Dennis in July; and Katrina in August. Hurricane Dennis was an extremely damaging storm to Pensacola Beach. Much to the community’s dismay, many of the repaired homes and buildings that made it through Ivan were decimated by Dennis. Again, the Dome of a Home suffered no structural damage. We had repairs to underground wells, exterior electrical and plumbing issues, etc. but no damage to the dome itself.” – Valerie Sigler
Storm Surge
The air form concrete dome is a moving-water survivor. Not only does the dome’s round shape allow the water to flow around it, much as the ocean rushes around a light house, its weight, strength and durability allow it to stay in one piece during high winds and storm surge. The pilings are driven in a circle under the perimeter of the dome and connected with a circular concrete pile cap, which becomes the foundation ring beam. A circle of concrete is built attached to the top of each piling. The pilings then act as teeth in the ground and keep the building from sliding. The pile cap attaches the dome to the teeth, and then rebar is run into the floor. This prevents the moving water from lifting or moving the floor. The storm surge flows through the large openings in the lower section of the beachfront dome, leaving it undamaged. The beachfront dome is built with its main floor suspended from the dome, thereby eliminating posts that can be knocked out by storm surge from underneath the floor.
Wind
Hurricane Keith, a force 4 storm, raged for three days off the coast of Belize, causing no damage to the two concrete domes built there. The shape of the dome allows the wind to pass around the home, eliminating any serious pressure build up and easily withstanding 150 mph winds. A dome can withstand over 2300psf forces. (A 300mph beach_viewtornado exerts 400psf.) Because the dome is not flat, the maximum air pressure against it could never be realized. The margin of safety is four times greater than on a flat wall.
Flying debris may harm the shutters, but will not harm the structure of the dome. Even if, on the rare occasion, a large object hit and punctured the dome, the damage would be very local and never cause serious structural damage to the home. There is a dome in Port Arthur, Texas that has survived three hurricanes with no damage. An interesting side note: During World War II, the Germans’ thin shell structures withstood Allied bombing. The bomb would either bounce off the structure or create a localized puncture that was easily and readily patched.

Another major advantage of the dome is that there are no shingles or roofing to be replaced during frequent tropical or winter storms. This is a monumental benefit for those of us with steeply pitched roofs that cannot hire a roofer, regardless on the amount of money offered. Steeply pitched roofs act much as a straight wall will in high winds and is adversely affected by the pressure exerted by the wind. Also, the new 5% deductible for our windstorm insurance determines that basically the homeowner will be providing the out of pocket money to replace the roof each and every time it is damaged. Also increasing the expenses is the continued rise in insurance premiums. The Siglers’ wind insurance premiums have more than doubled in the past year. Knowing ones roof is not going to blow off provides one with the assurance that the contents within will also be safe.
Mold and Mildew
Another advantage of the dome is the fact that there is no fiberglass insulation to become wet and essentially useless. Polyurethane foam is applied to the interior surface of the air form, eliminating the need for fiberglass insulation. The Georgia Pacific sheetrock products we used do not absorb moisture, thereby eliminating another source of the mold and mildew that can be even more devastating than the original storm damage. The mold and mildew takes an insidious toll on the livability of one’s home. I know several instances where the home made it structurally, but the mold and mildew growing on the wet insulation and sheetrock caused the owners to completely gut the structure.

Domes vs. Tornadoes

dome_hurricane_damage_1“During Hurricane Ivan, Mark stayed in the home with the MSNBC news crew. Throughout the storm, the increase in pressure and noise convinced them that tornadoes whirled around them on several occasions. The tornadic offspring of Hurricane Erin in 1995 drove lumber through the roof of conventional home. But, the Dome suffered no damage from the tornadoes spawned by Ivan, the Terrible.” – Valerie Sigler

As the Siglers know personally, hurricanes can spawn tornadoes. The stress created by a 300 mph tornadic winds would increase the compressive pressure in the concrete shell to 1098 psi.
Domes can easily withstand 2394 psi using design strengths of 4000 psi, easily giving it a margin of safety that is nearly 1 ½ times its minimum design strength, although the margin of safety is probably more like three or four. Tornadoes separate a house from its roof when the wind exerts pressure and lifts the roof off. Since there is no roof to lift off and no straight walls for the tornado to build pressure against, domes are virtually tornado proof.

Domes vs. Fire, Termites, Rotting, and Corrosion

Because a dome is constructed with concrete, there is no wood to burn. Obviously, this reduces the risk of fire. Even a dome with multiple flooring can remain fire resistant by using aluminum studs. Once again, because of the does concrete structure placed on concrete pilings, there is no threat from termites because the wood they thrive on does not exist in the concrete home. The dome also eliminates the risk of other insects and creatures living in your wall space, as there are no spaces in your walls to infest. Concrete does not decay and rot as a wood structure does.
There is virtually nothing to corrode or rot on the concrete dome home. The procedure uses Air form and urethane foam that is immune to corrosion. The rebar is placed so that it is protected by concrete, reducing corrosion.

Domes vs. Earthquakes

Earthquake forces do not even approach the design strength the air form concrete dome is built to withstand. It would take an external force many times as large as the earthquake to approach the design strength of the concrete itself.

Domes vs. Rising Energy Costs

happy_birthday“The Dome of a Home is 1500 square feet larger than our previous conventional home located on Pensacola Beach. Yet, my electric bill is consistently less than my previous electric bill. With rising costs of power such a concern, I consider the dome’s energy efficiency more important than ever.” – Valerie Sigler
Because free air circulation eliminates hot or cold corners and dead air pockets, dome structures can easily reduce heating and cooling costs by 75%. The externally insulated concrete shell exploits the concept of thermal inertias, radiating warmth to the interior spaces, while moderating room air temperatures. There is none of the heat loss found with wood studs. The virtually airtight outer skin makes infiltration a controllable component of cool air or heat loss. In Alaska, the 8000 square foot Trinity Christian Center has an average heating bill of $72. With the rising energy costs, the monolithic home can offer the owner reduced expenses.
The use of polyurethane, which is a plastic, enhances the home by giving it an even temperature. This foam has the highest insulation value of any building insulation. Since the insulation is bonded to the outside of the concrete, it reduces the amount of heat being transferred into or lost from the concrete to outside conditions. The fact there are no joints or seams, therefore, no leaks, gives the dome an R-value in excess of 60.

Domes Building Costs

pilings_1“Having the Dome of a Home survive over 5 tropical events in three years makes it the best money we have ever spent in construction. With all of the recent hurricanes, building supplies are becoming increasingly expensive. Building a structure that takes into consideration the hazards of its environment is the only option that makes sense.” – Valerie Sigler
When building a non-coastal dome, prices are comparable to conventional housing. But great savings can be realized when building a dome on the beach. Building a dome on the beach makes economical sense in several areas. Significant savings can be made on the piling package alone. Conventional structures require pilings to be placed every ten feet underneath the home, resulting in a nightmare of poles. The monolithic structure requires that pilings be placed only around the perimeter. As a result, a completely open area can be created under the home to park several cars, entertain, or become outdoor living space. Obviously, with pilings on the perimeter only, there are far fewer pilings to purchase. The savings on the piling package for a 3000 square foot home can be $40,000 or more. Because there is no roof, several thousand dollars can also be saved on the hurricane-strapping package that secures the roof to the structure. This money can be spent on finer amenities. Everyone would prefer to spend money on creature comforts, rather than pilings that support a conventional home.

 I hope that our home-builders in Eastern Visayas would look over the possibility of rebuilding and building the homes of our kababayan using the above-described technology. 

Hopefully, we could lick the disastrous typhoons that come our way. 


 

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

WHAT?



1. A beautiful scenery on the major roads of MetroManila and all other cities in the Philippines. Unfortunately, Calamba is so ugly I cannot even recognize its historical value anymore. Manila is foggy of soot. Quezon City is full of billboards. Only Makati and Global City seem to have a sane atmosphere. 

2. I think that architects in the  country should start flexing their muscles and insist that billboards should not cover the beauty of their artistic works. Why not limit the size of the billboard only up to the first floor, and should not cover the 2nd floor and up? In this way, we could still know the historical dates they were designed and produced. Now why this penchant for history -- that is because we are human beings, not robots who have just been placed on earth to eat, sleep, work and make love. We need to use our minds, to think of beauty and goodness. 

3. A scenery that is bereft of families with cariton as their homes. Why until now there has not been a consistent program to place them in houses, I cannot understand. Why doesn't the government rent homes and place them there, room by room? It is so depressing when we see human bodies, young and old lying on cemented pavements, asleep or drugged, you will never know. 

4. An atmosphere that is oxygenated, not where we have to wear masks the whole stretch of streets from Quezon City to Manila in order to protect ourselves from the soot.

5. Road islands, or curbs that are planted with flowers and herbal plants not converted into parking lots for backhoes, environmental trucks, steel frames, and all kinds of paraphernalia used for construction, etc. It is really another depressing sight Folks that we have to contend with, and you can see for yourself that stretch underneath the overpass crossing Santolan, or that portion after the Post office, or even that space under the overpass in the crossing of Kamias and Edsa. Truly, our officials could have gone abroad and seen for themselves how beautiful the sights are in many other countries, whether Asian or western. How come we cannot do that?

6. A consistent and persistent program of stopping smokers from smoking in public, especially along pedestrian sidewalks. I could see how these smokers look so arrogant, as if they owned every inch and cranny here. Also, all barangays should have a program that will survey the households where there are smokers and ferret them out to put them under the quit smoking programs, if there is any, and if there is none, then to start one. 

7. Many a times I have had brushes with these men and I tell you to do that every day, ten or twenty times a day is truly upsetting the mood for the whole day. Why because you know there is a solution but you just feel helpless over the low priority placed on such an issue. 

The garbage trucks in our barangay come at their own sweet time. We only know they are there when they start honking. But on the days they are supposed to be there, you cannot find them. And suddenly, as you feel happy doing something for the day, there they are sending their awful smelling trucks down the main highways, would you believe right there around the Quezon Memorial Circle at 8 o'clock in the morning when everyone wants to reach their offices fresh and smelling good? Why is this happening at all? Are garbage collectors more important the people who pay taxes so our officials could have their salaries on time?

when restaurants fail to give exact change up to the last centavo. Take note, American franchisers. Your cashiers have the tendency to undercut the change. 

when cinemas have to dictate only two days and up to 4:30 pm only when senior citizens can watch movies. Supposing we want to watch with our grandchildren who come home late in the afternoon on Fridays? Supposing we want to catch an animation movie at 7pm. with them. Why can't we do that? I think the Office of the Senior Citizens Affairs (OSCA) have to put up more flexible hours for us to be able to enjoy the cinema with our relatives. 

Also, why can't the OSCA include in the list to be given discounts, oats, raisins, biscuits, soya milk, such items making our relaxing days more enjoyable? For people who have devoted their most fruitful years to make this society livable, don't we deserve more benefits?

Also, why not have a particular point at bus stops where the elderly, the pwd, and pregnant women can stand and wait for their rides? Many a time, we have had to race  or compete with more able-bodied students for a seat in the jeeps and buses. 

Then why can't we get discounts when we want to buy gadgets like celfones which we need for communicating with our loved ones? Instead, we are made to wait for gifts to be given us in order to enjoy one. Last December, my son who died last July 28, according to the reckoning of the Singaporean police, told me, as he was handing out to me the laptop with the touch screen, "Ma this could be the last expensive gift I am going to give you." I thought that was because he was going to lose his job and he might transfer to a lower-paying one. Instead, it was his last because he was going to depart from this earth, or he was made to depart?

Anyway, Folks the title of this article is ...WHAT THIS GOVERNMENT OWES US.