Showing posts with label Jose Rizal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jose Rizal. Show all posts

Sunday, October 18, 2015

Rizal Markers in Hong Kong

So the two days I was with fellow Filipinos in Hong Kong, I learned of the Rizal markers. I joined them in their quest and was glad that even though I have only seen them a couple of times before, they welcomed me in their group.

somewhere in D'Aguilar St., Central

the 1913 Fringe Club: I will target that on my next HK trip

at Morrison Hill Skatepark

at Queen Elizabeth Stadium

monorail
beef wanton noodles for lunch: my comfort food :)
Read: My HK Trip in 2015
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We also went to Artland to buy art materials. It's so cool to be with like-minded people who share the same interests. I'm glad to have gone off with them to see the markers. I hope they also enjoyed my company since I became their translator while walking from HKU to Wan Chai. Awesome walking experience. :)

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Hong Kong 2015

So for the third consecutive year since 2013, I found myself in Hong Kong again. I wss supposed to book a flight to Taiwan to attend a seminar but found budget inns too expensive still. So in the end I chose HK since I can stay at relatives' house. I'd also like to see my cousins again, to somehow make up for lost time. I'm afraid they might grow up too fast.

I arrived in HK at around 6PM. Bus from the airport to an aunt's house was pretty convenient. In my trip last year I already learned the art of commuting by bus since it's cheaper though not too easy for a non-local. But I took down notes on what bus to take to go to my relatives' houses last year so I'm still confident I wouldn't get lost.

My first night was spent in front of my cousin's computer since I had yet to finish my powerpoint presentation and the script that would go with it for my reader who requested to have the files sent early so she could review them.  my cousins must have laughed hard deep within seeing me nodding off sleepily while still typing away. Sigh. I still am glad to have finished the other paper last Sunday.

The following day, I went to Tin Shui Wai in New Territories with my aunt to see the Wetland Park. It's too far from Kowloon so the trip ate up a big portion of my Octopus card load. Still itbwas nice having the chance to walk around. I like Singapore's Palau Ubin more though. For late lunch, my aunt treated me to Café de Coral, the number one fastfood chain in HK. I love the fact that it served veggies, too.

The 27th and the 28th were spent in the seminar. I did get to walk around Central and Wan Chai and even saw the exhibits at the Geological Museum inside Hong Kong University. HKU now has an MTR station unlike the last time when I had to walk far just to see it. It's one of my dream universities...

Also, going around Central and Wan Chai, I found Philippine-related markers. Two were related to Rizal because Rizal lived for a time there and was even acquainted with Sun Yat Sen.

On Saturday, I had my first biking experience. It was really awesome! Thing is, I rode a bike with trainer wheels since I don't trust myself when it comes to extreme sports. It's a good thing I did otherwise I wouldn't be able to enjoy the beautiful sceneries we passed by. Did I say that it rained that morning so I got to also visit the Hong Kong Heritage Museum? But we only saw the temporary exhibit on Bruce Lee's life.

On Sunday I went to the wet market with another aunt. I love going to markets to see fruits and vegetables and fish. Everything looks perfect in HK and my aunts would joke that they inject chemicals into the fruits to make them look juicy and fresh. LOL

Then it was time to go. That afternoon, I would have loved to stay one more day and attend a concert. But I guess, that will have to be for next year. I really hope my sisters can go with me to HK so ny aunts can get busy wth them while I take off on my own. I love spending time with myself especially when abroad. I do appreciate and enjoy their company though. They teach me the real meaning of family, something I do not experience with my relatives on my mom's side.

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

December

The last month of the year 2013 was spent without any travel to far away place. My officemates and I had planned to spend Christmas eve in Pangasinan but it did not push through. And we had planned to spend our first Christmas eve away from our families and in an island where we would camp and cook our own food.

December is one month I dread the most. I always get depressed on the last few days of November which usually lasts until the early part of January. I dread my birthday. I dread Christmas. I dread New Year's Eve. Maybe it's because my mind always withdraws back to the past, waxing nostalgic about my childhood, my highschool life (which I considered the happiest phase of my life because of my innocence and naiveté), my fall-after-enlightenment in college, my turbulent post-college years... The last days of November would always urge me to open my diaries, where I recorded most of my teenage years. It's both amazing and weird at the same time how I was able to write that much back then and how I even had the time to record SMS to me by people who mattered a lot then. And I am thankful that the younger me was that addicted to keep memories for posterity's sake so it's easier to see where I went wrong in some aspects of my life.

December 2013's important highlights:
1. Lots of food trips but the ones I enjoyed most were the ones with my highschool friends and the one with my ex-officemates. I'm glad to be reconnecting with those people. It's very seldom when I meet people whom I truly care for. (Being nice to everyone doesn't mean I truly care for everyone.)

2. I won a scholarship to a learning institution and might be studying again anytime soon but there are no definite plans yet.

3. Attended Handel's "Messiah": A Christmas Concert at UP Theater and was treated to a night full of wonderful music. I especially loved the UP Madrigal Singers for their extraordinary skills in mimicking animal sounds. Really wow! (On the downside, I was reminded of how I was discouraged to continue my music lessons... I could have been a musician... Boo!)

4. Shopped for clothes. The last time I did so was in December of 2012. I very rarely shop unless needed. My wardrobe looks pitiful compared to my sisters'. Also, that day was another sisterly date. I just love eating out with my sisters (coz they're always the ones to foot the bill...)

5. First time to interact with the Heritage Conservation Society-Youth (HCS-Y). I found the people really knowledgeable and very friendly. I might consider volunteering more. The project was to tour students from UP Visayas who are currently staying in UP Diliman following the disasters in the region. We visited Fort Santiago, Manila Cathedral, San Agustin, Manila Collectibles, Casa Manila, and National Museum Art Gallery.

6. Disposed a lot of useless things from the shelves in our bedroom. Less trash, more useful space, which means, I can finally have space for my books. (Don't tell my sisters!!!)

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Queridas ni Rizal: Love and Sex in Philippine History @Ayala Museum

One of the privileges of a volunteer is that one gets to attend an event for free, though one has to work for it. Still, there is a double advantage because not only do I get to improve my social skills, I also have a taste of what it's like to be part of a team that makes an event possible and successful.

I especially love it when Ambeth Ocampo gives lectures. It has always been a dream to see him in person, to know what he's like. And boy was I surprised o find him approachable, funny, witty, and very clever man indeed. Newspaper columnists usually strike me as cynical and self-righteous. But this is a man of good cheer, who gamely poses in front of the camera.

So anyway, in his second lecture at Ayala Museum (which I was able to attend), Ambeth Ocampo talked about how historians do away with anything that might tarnish the name of our heroes, rendering them saintly and divine, far from being human errors and passions. Sir Ambeth has always talked of this purging of history, which for him makes the heroes all the more unreachable.


 An example he gave was the case of Juan Luna, known for his fiery temper and for killing his wife and mother-in-law. Early historians would say that what happened was an accident, that Luna shoot the door and that the bullet passed through the door and killed the two women. For Sir Ambeth, the murder was not an accident but an intentional act.

He then moves on to Rizal, our National Hero. Historians used to portray him as saintly and without blemish, unlike his other friends who frequent the brothels in Europe. But his diaries and letters say otherwise. Rizal's advices that "it" may only be done once in a month, is for Sir Ambeth, the "it" refers not to a game of chess but to sex. (This of course drew laughter from the audience, with Sir Ambeth himself admitting that his is a green mind.)

Another issue is Josephine Bracken's miscarriage, to which historians attribute almost incredible cause. One is that Josephine fell when Rizal's nephew sat on her lap. Another is that Rizal and Josephine had a fight and the first beat up the latter. The third, from Zaide, tells of Rizal playing a prank on the woman at night thus causing the accident.

Sir Ambeth also answered the question why Rizal remained single. According to him, Rizal loved only one woman--- his mother Teodora Alonso. He also cites Rizal when the latter wrote "... in the critical moments of my life, I have always acted against my own will, obeying different purposes and mighty doubts"



After the lecture, a portrait of Sir Ambeth's beautiful grandmother was presented to him.