Saturday, March 28, 2009

EARTH DAY


On March 28 you can VOTE EARTH by switching off your lights for one hour.
Lights off from 8:30pm to 9:30pm.
Spread the word.

voteearth2009.org

Sunday, March 15, 2009

MICROSPHIL Experience 2009

New things, new things. If a question about the recently concluded MICROSPHIL Annual Conference (of the Microscopy Society of the Philippines and held in De La Salle University, Taft Avenue, Manila) is to be asked, ‘yun lang masasabi ko, hehe.

New friends. Sort of rediscovered my physics professors and learned more about them and about physics of course (sa pag-eexplain ng Raman spectroscopy at FTIR). Also to other professionals that I came to meet there. Man, don’t I wish to join them in the rank? (Research associate siguro? Hehe. Sana.)

New experience. Naaaaaah. Getting in front of life science experts/professionals, talking about biology of some sort is one heck of an experience. At least for me. Pero ok na rin naman. I really like speaking in public and this was a chance in which I am thankful. Sana lang hindi na-disappoint si master-adviser, hehe. Sa mga nagtanong (ano, nanggisa? hehe) salamat, salamat. It has all been insightful, seriously.

New org. Wow, at may oath taking pang nalalaman, hehe. O ‘di ba, new brods and sisses, haha. W-r!

New lesson. Hindi ko na ilalagay dito. Sa ‘kin na lang ‘yun. Basta it’s about a good way of presenting ideas to other people. Carry ko na ‘to next time, I know it. Gggooo!

Thank yous. Sa Nescafe, sa paggawa ng malupet na kape | Sa Maxwell, sa paggawa ng kakaibang lasa ng kape, gggrrr | Mader sa pamatay na budget at camera at sermon sa umaga | Bley sa napakalupet na tracking number na sumalba sa ‘kin | Ser Taps sa malupet at libre na dinner – chili rice, salad and stuff | Ser Marvs sa discussions all day long | Ser Emil sa mga kwento at sa concept of financial freedom | Ma’am Blessy sa free lunch, hehe.

Library Alive!

Since the lost of my wallet which unfortunately contained my ID, I haven’t visited much our library. Well, I was able to enter occasionally late last year just to finish through my essay I submitted to Radical History Review (which was subsequently rejected, hehe). But since my registration form is already tattooed with provisions for temporary visits, it no longer worked for them. NO ID, NO ENTRY.
Finally, after months, I was able get a new one, weeee!, although not that beautiful like the first one (as if my face there changed, haha).
The lay-out has already changed (ex. the circulation section is already on the ground floor) and I am not thorough familiar with it yet. But the good thing about the lib today is that it is already…charan!...air-conditioned! Whew. It made the place more attractive to me. Man, lounging at 23 degrees Celsius while it is all searing heat just beyond the glass windows is something I am thankful for, hehe.

Photo: geocities.com

V i a j e !

The hardships of being an uwian (sorry, can’t think of any decent English translation for it now) have already come to my knowledge years ago and in fact experienced them. But I should say that there are things that prove to be memorable in traveling (back and forth, as in my case).
Just the other day, a number of activities engaged me and compelled to spend almost half of the evening in Elbi. I have only freed myself around midnight and was darn making sure not to board a kolorum jeepney (jeepneys that are not really meant for the riding public). Although I cannot recall it clearly, it seemed that I was the only passenger on this particular night.
As to the story, my travel back required traversing an area of rice fields. As the moon was shining brightly that time, man, the place was beautiful! Imagine it: a wide plain dotted with sleeping houses, all in dark but somehow the moonlight makes them look pretty much awake. I could not help but recall Nick Joaquin’s Rizal in Saga in which it was mentioned that was Jose Rizal allowed to do horseback riding (in Biñan I think) whenever there was moon.
And the travel up the mountain part in Imok and San Marcos was equally amazing. I literally poked my head out to look to the entangled trees of coconut, bananas, among other, and see how the moonlight passes through their leaves and branches. I could have wished to the driver to stop for a while (or alternatively, I wish I have a car of my own!) and allow me to listen to the night sounds that must certainly been there – by lizards, night birds, who knows what creatures were there!
Nature, indeed, has its way making you feel good on the inside.

*Photo taken back in January 2007 in .U.P. Los Baños

Pransisem on Francism (Part Two)

That pause for reflection? It actually started after rummaging through the already widely-read blogs of Francis Magalona and his family. There was really something that clicked on my inside upon getting the whole story of his battle against cancer. As I’ve said of many other situations and events, knowing FrancisM now actually humanized him, at least for me.
As to his courage and bravery (for I can’t think of a more ‘toned’ down term/s to describe it), there is no reason to doubt it. Read about his fight, from start to finish. I believe his strength (unbelievable for me) is rooted upon two things: first, accepting the facts as they are, and two, having tremendous amount of love, affection, and support from his loved one (not to mention from his friends and fans).
I thought I would only read such strong husband-and-wife bond in books or perhaps see it in movies. But there it was, Pia making the most of the times that are left for her and her husband and showing love in every way possible. I am not emo (and should I say, I’ve never been an emo in its popular meaning) but there was actually an entry in their blogs that sipped through my system (in layman’s term: that have almost made me cry, hehe). Man, if you have a wife or children or relatives with you, or girlfriend or boyfriend that you really intend to marry, love and show them love every single day.
[If there’s any chance for me to make a wish that concerns relationship/s, that would be having the knack to show genuinely what I really feel for the people around me (as I was raised in an ‘atmosphere’ in which it was not really encouraged) and finding the very person that would serve an equally genuine partner (hope it’s you, darn it; let’s keep it at that, ‘hB.).] Perhaps, I should risk the view that love simplifies many things.
Upon digging into his life, it made me think that there is much more in doing just one thing – that doing an activity does not limit you at that; if one is creative enough, one should find that every vocation can serve for a noble cause.
And this I saw in the works of FM as he employed the powerful (powerful it is) influence of music in talking about the Filipino pride, nationalism, and the social conditions of the Philippines and its people. It makes you really proud that we are kayumanggi, born from this beautiful archipelago – indeed being a Filipino. The people’s interest in his merchandise that carries Filipino symbols attest to this.
If all these are his choice of form of activism (in our context of the word, since I found out that it bears different meaning in some dictionaries), then I am bound to follow suit. There is much more than what we do in talking about the Philippines and its conditions. As for me, there is still this chance and opportunity to expand my understanding of the issues and bring more life in writing them down.
Aren’t we proud of having such Filipino fellow as FrancisM who transcended boundaries and inspired most of the people?

*Image captured from the music video of “Koro” by Greyhoundz feat. Queso(?), Gloc9 and FrancisM, look for it at youtube.com

Monday, March 9, 2009

PA U S E

Pause | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | for reflection.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

B a b a e


To you, who toils in the classroom to finish your education…
To you, who are holding the next generation in your womb…
To you, who work night and day to support your family…
To you, who work in foreign places, braving the indifferent climates, to provide for the needs of your loved ones…
To you, who take the frontlines defending the rights of your fellows…
For you, situated somewhere in the asylum rooms, who have unfortunately given way to the pressures of life…
For you, who have settled on retirement but provided us with valuable lessons on life and examples to follow…
To ‘Na…
To ‘La…
This entry is for you. We remember you. All of you.
(On the celebration of the International Women’s Day.)
photo from hsu.net.au

Pransisem on Francis M


(Bridge the gap, spread the love; Light the torch, raise the flag)
Ang pag-ibig ay liwanag, And liwanag ay pag-ibig*



Let us set aside the issue on rap being distinctively labeled apart from other genres of music. The fact that most of the people I know, even if they don’t seem to me music lovers at all or know anything about rap (music), only shows the influence this person have had on them. Francis Magalona has finally passed away and a general feeling of surprise is what I observed from most of the people. They said he was on his way to recovery and yet we still got this sad news. The Philippines has lost its so-called ‘Master Rapper’.

Perhaps I now have a fair understanding of what it means to lose someone or something (see the entry on Simba the Cat), even if not directly related to you at all. The extent of the influence of someone or something to an individual generally dictates his or her reaction/s.

To me, it was on the reason that the ‘songs’ he wrote contributed in making the people aware of the things connected with the Philippines – on being Filipino being the most prominent. I’d surely remember him as Filipino-rapping man who has an intimate relationship with the Filipinos in general and of course from the movies in which he appeared. The music industry lost one of its monuments but the ‘music’ he crafted is yet to remain.


Mga kababayan ko, Dapat lang malaman n’yo

Bilib ako sa kulay ko, Ako ay Pilipino**

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*(Francis M. in “Koro” with Greyhoundz) / **(Francis M. “Mga Kababayan Ko”) / francismagalona.multiply.com / happybattle.multiply.com

A Short Note on Ninoy II

There’s much reason to think (or worry) about the recent release of the 10 convicts connected with the assassination of Ninoy Aquino. Perhaps, despite having served their sentence, one would look at it as a disconcerting event that entails a lot of questions.

Does it suggest that the event, the issue of the killing, is finally over?

No, no, no. I would like to bring into attention that the person that was killed was a key person (an opposition) during the martial rule. His daughter Kris is of the same statement, adding that by releasing those soldiers, what his father has done to the country might gradually fade into oblivion. And on a personal note, she also said that they lost a loved one, and on learning this news of release (of these crooks) is somewhat affecting them.

I wasn’t still born when the event unfolded in our history; but having read about them, and about some of the things that resulted from that, I’d say that this would not end in their release. Perhaps it opens more channels for looking into how well justice is really effected in the country, or for looking on the extent of the Filipinos’ reverence of their heroes, and perhaps on a small scale, looking on what it means to have a real sense of history.

Maybe I’d permit myself to be called a fan of Ninoy, if it would serve to approximate the thoughts and feelings I have on this hero’s life. There’d be news again concerning this release and of the double-murder case, but this I believe, would not, in any way, affect the reverence that the Filipinos have for Ninoy. For as long as we have these men and women, aside from Ninoy’s family, the legacy left by Ninoy would be guaranteed to be passed onto the next generation of Filipinos (and onto future history makers).

Buhay ka Ninoy sa mga Pilipinong naiintindihan ang ginawa mo para sa Pilipinas!


(See the first note: “A Short Note on Ninoy”)
Photo from: codexlagman.com

Monday, March 2, 2009

Start March With a Creep


Nyay! Care to have a dose of a story that would make you think again about your personal stuff? Hehe. Then read “The Feather Pillow” by Horacio Quiroga. Beware. Whew. Click here.