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Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Mengapah saya mau terus hadir dalam kelas Bahasa Indonesia?

Saya senang belajar bahasa-bahasa sejak saya masih muda. Saya mau belajar asal-usul bahasa manusia. Bagi saya, itu adalah yang paling menarik. Sebagai seorang Filipin, saya mau belajar bagaimana bahasa kita, yaitu Bahasa Filipin, terbentuk. Saya sudah tahu Bahasa Tionghoa, Bahasa Filipin, Bahasa Spanyol, dan Bahasa Jepang. Sekarang, itu adalah waktunya belajar bahasa baru. Saya memilih belajar Bahasa Indonesia.

Berdasarkan arkeoloji, ada banyak pengaruh Indonesia di Filipin. Dalam sistim menulis kita yang kuno, ada banyak kata yang berasal dari Indonesia, misalnya yang ditulis dalam Laguna Copperplate.

Bagi saya, belajar Bahasa Indonesia sangat penting. Itu akan membantu saya dalam penelitian. Itu akan membantu saya belajar budaya asing, yaitu budaya Indonesia. Itu akan membantu saya lebih memahami hubungan-hubungan Asia Tenggara. Jadi, saya mau terus hadir dalam kelas Bahasa Indonesia.


This is an essay I submitted to our prof in Bahasa Indonesia so that I may continue to attend her class. In a nutshell, the reason why I want to study the language is because of the many similarities between it and our language, Filipino, which shows that even before, there had been close affinity with Indonesia and the Philippines.

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Sick

It's the third time this year that I got sick. The first was in the first half of October. One day after a drink in Intramuros after an excavation, I came home with a fever. The second was just last week when I arrived home from work feeling all exhausted and dead tired from the long commute. The third is this week, for three days already. The fever's almost gone, but the sore throat sucks. I hate it.

The suspect is the Red Bowl I ate in UP Diliman. It's located in Foodtrip Strip. That's what I call that road where Lutong Bahay, Lutong Kapitbahay, Universi-tea, my fave Cocina ni Mamang, and several others, can be found. I was primarily attracted to the P35 meal. At that time I was short on money so finding a cheap meal was bliss.

Turned out to be hell. It's got LOTS of vetsin, and it did me great pain. As soon as I arrived home, I went straight to my room and was asleep in seconds. When I woke up later at night, I wasn't feeling well. And I could smell MSG in my urine. Imagine that. So the only remedy I thought of was water therapy. I drank lots and lots of water. Almost every 30 minutes I took in fluids, just to flush out any remnant of MSG in my system. Yes, I freaked out. I never liked vetsin.

And yes I am traumatized by the experience. I'm going back to bringing packed lunch. There should be something that regulates the use of MSG. The DOH and FDA should do something.

Friday, November 25, 2011

Pelikulang Pinoy: Isang Pagbabalik-Alaala

Kanina habang nasa loob ng isang bus, nilibang ko ang sarili sa panonood ng TV. Nakatune-in sa GMA ang TV sa bus at may komersyal patungkol sa ipapalabas na pelikula. Ang pelikulang iyon ay isa sa mga madalas kong mapanood noong bata ako. Isa rin iyon sa aking mga paborito.

Naroon sa pelikulang iyon si Roderick Paulate. Ang papel niya doon ay isang engkanto na may anyong puno. Pinarurusahan niya ang mga illegal loggers habang pinoprotektahan ang gubat. Ang titulo noong pelikula ay "Engkanto". Hindi ko na masyadong maalala ang pelikulang iyon kahit na madalas ko iyon mapanood noong bata pa ako.

Bigla ko lang naalala ang ilan sa mga pelikula ni Roderick Paulate. Masasabi kong isa siya sa mga paborito kong artista. (Sayang lang at hindi na siya gaanong lumalabas sa TV. Ang pinakahuli niya yatang labas ay sa "Zombadings: Patayin sa Shokot si Remington".) Ilan sa mga paborito kong pelikulang kinatampukan niya ay "Bala at Lipstick" kung saan dalawang papel ang ginampanan niya: isang machong pulis at isang baklita. Nakakatawa ang pelikulang ito. Ang isa naman ay "Petrang Kabayo". Medyo natakot ako noong pinanood ko ito dati lalo na yung eksenang nagtransform si Roderick Paulate at naging kabayo.

Nakakamis lang ang mga pelikulang Pinoy dati. Ngayon kasi, ang mainstream na pelikula ay puro tungkol sa teenage love. Ang baduy at ang jologs lang sobra kasi ang mga titulo pa ay hango sa mga titulo ng mga kilalang mga kanta ng mga taga-Kanluran.

Naalala ko dati noong bata ako, madalas kami manood ng pelikula sa TV, lalo na sa Cinema One. Patok ang komedya at fantasya noon. Gustong gusto ko ng "Magic Temple" at "Magic Kingdom". Tapos nariyan din ang "Batang X". Medyo nakakatakot ang mga ito para sa akin noong bata ako. Kasi sa isip ko kung ako bilang bata ako noon, ang nalagay sa sitwasyon nila e paniguradong manginginig lang ako sa takot. Di malilimutan ang isang eksena sa "Magic Temple" kung saan hinarap ng mga bata si Ravenan. Nakakatakot yung parteng iyon. (At paborito ko yung mga parte kung saan pinakita si Anna Larrucea. Crush ko siya dati. At dahil crush ko siya ay madalas ko rin panoorin ang "Batang X" kung saan siya si Trina, kahit na nakakatakot iyon para sa akin dati.)

Mayroon ding isang pelikula na hindi ko napanood nang buo pero ilang beses ko rin nasilayan. Ang pamagat nun ay "Baby Love" at syempre gusto ko dahil naroon si Anna Larrucea. Ang cute talaga ni Anna Larrucea noong bata siya.

Mahilig din akong manood ng mga komedya tulad ng mga pelikula ni Vic Sotto kung saan kasama niya ang mga katropa niya. Minsan medyo nakakasawa kasi pare-pareho yung mga kasama niya at halos umuulit lang ang kwento. Pero nakakatawa lang din kasi sila Pipoy, Richie dela Horsy, atbp. Kabilang din si Rene Requiestas sa mga gusto naming komediante. Di makakalimutan ang "Pido Dida" kung saan kasama niya si Kris Aquino.

Noong bata ako ay nahiligan kong manood ng pelikula dahil sa mga pelikulang nabanggit. Naudlot lang dahil dumagsa ang maraming pelikulang hindi interesting para sa akin. Hindi talaga ako mahilig sa romance. At dahil naging uso iyon e inihinto ko na ang panonood ng mga pelikula.

Pero may nangyari't nabalik ang tiwala ko sa mga gumagawa ng pelikula. Napanood ko ang ilan sa mgagandang indie films natin. Nariyan ang "Ang Pagdadalaga ni Maximo Oliveros", "Pisay", at etong huli lang, "Ang Babae sa Septic Tank", "E-Libings", etc. Naging open din ako sa mga pelikula ng ibang bansa. Sa ngayon ay patuloy ang pag-explore ko ng mundo ng pelikula, kasama na rito ang animated films. Sa ngayon, ang fokus ko ay iyong mga mula sa Tsina, U.S., Hapon, Espanya, at syempre, iyong sariling atin.


Sunday, November 20, 2011

Demonrift td

It's been almost a month now since I knew about Demonrift td, an online flash game under the genres strategy and tower defense. The main goal is to defend the Kingdom of Emaeron from the demons. You play as Baroness Milena, the commander of the empire troops against the invading demons.

Basically, you just place your warriors in strategic positions. Every game has a unique route to the castle and you must defend that pass. There is a tutorial to guide you before your actual battle. It's a fairly easy game, you only have to think WHERE to place your warriors.

I admit I have never finished the game in one setting though I have tried twice already. The first time was already late at night and I stayed up until 3am but when sleep got the better of me, I stopped. The second one was when I played for 5 consecutive hours and then I had to call it quits because because of my need to sleep.

I hope there's an offline version of this game. I really like it.

And come to think of it, it's been a while since I last played something. I really need a new laptop, a gamer's laptop, so I can play Diablo III, Diablo II, Starcraft, and Warcraft again. And sometimes, I feel the urge to resurrect my account in AdventureQuest. And am on the lookout for more digital games.

Youthful Diary

I'm currently listening to Aya Kamiki while encoding something. Suddenly, her "Youthful Diary" is playing. This song is about a girl's memories of yesteryear's love. She reminisces about the first time she enters a relationship, with the lyrics "初めてだった繋いだ手も 不器用で少し強引だったね". The clumsiness and awkwardness of a first-time lover. Also, Kamiki sings of the first breakup, that day when "手を離した あの日の記憶", the pain a girl goes through following the end of a juvenile romance.

And perhaps I should do the same, preserve my memories in writing. (Well, that's why I have this blog.) Because there are memories which are too precious to be forgotten. Memories, after all, are fragile. I also do not want to mix my fantasies with what really happened. I want my memories to reflect the past as it is. I want to have a log of how I felt on those moments, whether I was down, giddy, happy, or what. Feelings are fleeting anyway, I only want to have something to remind me that, hey, this something made me so alive, made me see the world in a whole new different way.

I used to have a diary. My undergraduate years were sufficiently recorded, spanning nine volumes. Yes, I love to write. I write about my day. I write about the people who have helped me, those who made me feel loved and important. Also, I write about the people who have hurt me, those who let me down. After graduation I read them and I laugh at myself. I couldn't believe how shallow I was as a person, easily hurt, easy to please. Having all those memories written on paper made me a very reflective person. Sometimes when I feel like going extreme as a sentimental being, I would open my treasure box and enter my past. My frustrations, my dreams, my fantasies, my aspirations, my happiness, my sorrows, broken hearts, everything about me.

As for those memories in graduate school, I will have to put them where the prying eyes of the public cannot see. I'm buying one of those thick notebooks later.

Saturday, November 19, 2011

If: 0

If she can only see me now...

If I can only see her again...

Whenever the jeep or the bus I am riding in passes by her former school, I feel like I am a step closer to her.

If only I can have
a glimpse of her

Her smile, her quirky ways,
Her cute smile.

Her sweet voice telling me everything will be fine...

I won't really mind the long journey.
Just let me see her.

Because there are just so many words to be said.
Because I really want her to see me now
to be proud of me,
to tell me
"You've grown a lot."

I wish we could talk again.
I'd listen to her stories, even if they're yaoi.
I'd like to see her artworks,
listen to her play the piano,
just hear her angelic voice.

I guess all I have are just memories now as I hold these few stapled pages in my hand.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Melo's Updated Christmas Wishlist

Dearest Santa and the Reindeer,

Greetings of peace from the Moon Goddess!

May I request that you disregard the wishlist I created some days ago.

Here's an updated list of what I want for Christmas. (Fingers crossed)

1. Faber Castell watercolor pencils (48)

2. Sketch pads

3. coloring pens

4. crayons (64)

5. oil pastels

Because my life is ruled by chaos, the beauty of which inspires me to draw again. Because pictures paint a thousand words. Because pictures can express more than words.


Love,

Miracle

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

"Lupin III: The Pursuit of Harimao's Treasure"

It was only recently that I got to watch an anime film again. I guess the one before this would have to be One Piece: Strong World which I watched some two months back.

Lupin III: The Pursuit of Harimao's Treasure is a 1995 film starring Lupin III and his gang composed of Jigen, Goemon, and Fujiko. As usual, the ramen-loving Inspector Zenegata is present. His love for ramen paid off, I think, as he used empty ramen bowls as parachute. (I think this inspector is one of my most unforgettable anime character. He's funny and despite his many failed attempts to arrest Lupin, he still doesn't give up.)

The movie is about the treasures amassed by Harimao during the World War 2. An archaeologist named Diana needs to find it together with her grandfather Sir Archer, to save their company from bankruptcy following a train accident where many were killed.

As in the TV series, Lupin is concerned when Inspector Zenigata is in trouble. In this movie, he saw Zenigata determined to follow him even to the point of going underwater without any diving instrument as he attached himself to the submarine.

Turns out that the company lawyer is the one behind everything. In fact, this lawyer is gay and is addressed as Hermaphrodite by his subjects, the Neo-Nazis. He shot Sir Archer and the latter died with the secret of how to obtain Harimao's treasures.

This is a rather good film considering it was made in 1995. I'm looking forward to watching the entire series again.

In relation to archaeology, there isn't much, except that Diana is an archaeologist and also lectures at the University of London but that's just about it. This girl is brave and wears sporty clothes. The bad thing is that as an archaeologist, she should not be looking for treasures for her own interest. This does not make her any less different from treasure hunters. On the plus side, her grandfather appears to have great concern for cultural heritage as shown in one scene wherein  he was indignant over the destruction of a bridge with intricate designs by the Neo-Nazis.

"The Myth" / "神話"

"The Myth" is a movie produced by Jackie Chan and directed by Stanley Tong. It revolves around Jack (Jackie Chan), an archaeologist who dreams of his past life as the Chinese general Mengyi who served under Qin Shi Huang. He agrees to accompany a scientist friend to Dassar India to research on a zero gravity-causing material. It was housed in the tomb of a king and is used by a cult leader for levitation. There, Jack's friend William removes a piece of material which caused the floating tomb to fall down. They also recovered Mengyi's sword.

In this particular scene, Jack the archaeologist videos the inscriptions found on the tomb and is able to read them. He was also against William looting tombs.

The two were pursued by cult followers and Jack was left behind while William was able to escape via a helicopter. The situation was dangerous because the pursuers were throwing rocks at the helicopter so Jack had to be left behind. He jumped off the cliff and his unconscious body was found by an Indian girl who helped him a great deal.

Jack came to know of his past life. As General Mengyi, he once rescued a princess. This princess was to be the concubine of Qin Emperor and while on the way to the palace, her erstwhile fianc é attempted to bring her back. Seeing Mengyi's virtues, the princess fell in love with him after her rescue. Later on, it is revealed that Mengyi was a victim of the manipulative and power-hungry chancellor who wanted him dead.

Jack came face to face with another archaeologist who heads an underground organization. This man aided William so that he could also get Jack. Moreover, he wanted to find the elixir of immortality for himself. In the end, he fell into the abyss when Mengyi's comrade pulled down his leg as he climbed the steps to retrieve the elixir. William died inside, having been swallowed by mercury. Before dying, he told Jack that he is no tomb raider and that he only wanted to continue with his research for the benefit of mankind.

The movie has funny scenes, like the fight scene in a rat gluepaper factory where Jack was shown to be wearing boxer shorts with a smiley on the crotch part. Who would have thought that an archaeologist/ martial artist would wear something like that? Cornelius Holtorf would certainly find this humorous. (Holtorf writes about the relationship between media and archaeologists. He has also written something on the clothes archaeologists wear. I thought this might be of interest to him.)

On the whole, the movie is good. Sure the Indian girl is lovely and really charming, but I just don't get why they have to include India in the story. Maybe they want to have a connection with the country that produced the idea of reincarnation?

The music was also good. I found myself humming to the song days after I watched the film. Another case of LSS (last song syndrome) though technically it's not the last song I heard.




"Tree of Life"

"Tree of Life" is one of those movies that will make the viewer sleepy with its slow-paced narrative. But it can also make one spring back to mental alertness with vividly poetic images of nature, the planets, the universe, etc.

It tells the story of a family of five. The mother is gentle and nurturing, seeing the goodness even in criminals. The father is strict and authoritarian, fearing that his children cannot fare well in the cruel world without teaching them the ways of the world. Jack, the eldest child, is torn between the two. as he reaches adolescence, he seems to have neglected his mother's teachings and experiments with violence and deviance.

The narrative has lots of flashbacks, with the older Jack shown to be reminiscing about his past. In the end, he "walks" with the people of his memory, his parents and brothers as they were when Jack was young.

What I love about this movie is its poetry, the poignancy of pictures of nature juxtaposed with the harsh environments created by man.

Some of the memorable quotes, mostlyl from the mouth of the mother:

"Help each other. Love everyone. Every leaf. Every ray of light. Forgive."

 "The nuns taught us there were two ways through life - the way of nature and the way of grace. You have to choose which one you'll follow."

"Grace doesn't try to please itself. Accepts being slighted, forgotten, disliked. Accepts insults and injuries. Nature only wants to please itself. Get others to please it too. Likes to lord it over them. To have its own way. It finds reasons to be unhappy when all the world is shining around it. And love is smiling through all things."

"The nuns taught us that no one who loves the way of grace ever comes to a bad end."

"I wanted to be loved because I was great; A big man. I'm nothing. Look at the glory around us; trees, birds. I lived in shame. I dishonored it all, and didn't notice the glory. I'm a foolish man."

"It takes fierce will to get ahead in this world. If you're good, people take advantage of you."

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Melo's Christmas Wishlist

Dear Santa and the Reindeer,

Happy end-of-October!

The cold morning breeze is here which makes me sneeze a couple of times upon waking up. October is about to end. Mom is already preparing for things to bring to the cemetery. December is oh-so-near!

And yes, my most dreaded month because I get depressed times ten to the infinite power whenever December's near. Birthday blues and commercialized holidays again. Since two weeks' vacation is part of the package and I am naturally an overly sentimental and romantic being, I tend to spend time listening to rock ballads.

And yes, I seem to have perfected the art of emoing. As I have told a friend, it is an art for me, but more so a hobby.

Tonight I enumerate the things I want for Christmas. Yes I do complain about the holidays being commercialized but give this kid a break. All she wants are:

1. An external hard disk preferably Buffalo.

2. An MP4 player though I will be extremely happy with an MP3 player... preferably at least 2GB.

3. A new Asus gamer's laptop because I plan to go back to being a gamer as soon as I finish my academic requirements

4. WACOM Bamboo to practice creating digital art

5. Books on digital art and animation. Or books in general. (Though really, I should start reading my fiction books which have suddenly numbered to over 200!)

And yes, I do have the above-mentioned stuffs on my wishlist. Then again, there are even more precious things I'd like like:

1. More time to do the things I want like sleeping, drawing, reading, writing, and watching movies

2. parents' permission to join future excavations and explore the world

3. the perfect job: something that will allow me to earn without sacrificing my hobbies and of course, my career as an archaeologist.

4. real peace, though I know this is next to impossible

5. last and the most important: the COURAGE to do the things I have to do, and the STRENGTH to continue doing what I'm supposed to do.

So there, I guess the second group of wishes are more important. :)

Love lots,

Miracle

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Bleak

I was supposed to graduate this semester, but my INCs hindered me from getting that much-needed diploma in just one and a half year.

Along the way, I realized that I love many things, and archaeology is just one of them. Surfing the net on depressing nights with the purpose of gaining a muse, I stumbled into digital art. On days when I itch to watch anime, having felt deprived due to heavy academic workload, I accidentally put in  さらい屋五葉 and was simply astounded with the play of light and shadows. Then there was "Kung Fu Panda 2" which touched me greatly, aside from making me laugh out really loud. I realized I want to be an animator. Well, it's not the first time that I wanted to be one. Even before, I considered that career choice.

Flashback to when I was a third year undergraduate student. I met a really cool prof who love anime. That was a first for me, so I was so happy. Once I was busy leafing through Spanish books on history in the library, she saw me and said she liked nerds/ geeks. And I instantly love her for that. I remember her treating me to a glass of iced tea at a cafe just beside Vargas Museum. She offered to treat me to lunch but I graciously declined the offer. At that time, we just talked, just the two of us, mainly about anime, orgs, yaoi, techie stuff, etc. At that time, I became aware of the fact that although I am good at logic (and got very high grades in programming in high school) I don't know anything at all about the latest software. Heck I am currently struggling with photoshop and trying to finish digitizing the permatraces with the hope that I don't incur another INC--- which might cause a major heartbreak since I was able to submit my paper last week.

Just now, I remember her. She was ever so kind to all of her students. She assured me that I'd do fine in class, when I was really on the verge of frustration due to my inability to contribute anything for the class play. We worked together for the video to be used as background for the play. It was supposed to be my task but knowing my being a noble savage ignorant of video editing and such, she helped me a lot. Before the semester ended I was able to learn how to edit videos though, thanks to a classmate who showed me how simple it actually is. The skill I learned proved to be useful when, working for a bags and clothing company as a marketing consultant, videos needed to be edited and there was a shortage of staff and I took the opportunity to practice video-editing.

Right now I am learning photoshop. Yes, the youth of today learn on their own. But I'm different. I need to learn the basics first from someone. Once I get the basics, I can advance on my own. There are few moments in my life where I learn a skill on my own. I am more inclined to the abstract, to ideas and concepts, than I am to practical know-how.

A few months back, our director and I had a talk. He wanted to know if I would pursue a master's degree. I said I can't at present, but that I'd consider after getting my diploma. I told him that I'm having financial problems, which is for the most part, the crippling factor. Second, I wanted to do the things I've always wanted: writing, drawing, composing. These are my main avenues for expression. I chase after beauty, I chase after images and texts that evoke powerful emotions. I've seen so much, read so much. For a change, I want to be seen, to be read.

I also miss Math a lot. If ever, I have a particular topic I'd like to research on which I won't disclose here. I want to delve into more abstractions, I want to experience again that ecstatic state after having solved a problem through sheer logic. 

But the future is bleak as usual. Dark clouds of uncertainty produce horrifying shadows which seem to haunt me even in sleep. But the people I met who once inspired me a great deal, they continue to do so at present as I go on a stroll down memory lane. I know what I want to do. The problem as usual is money. For the meantime, I shall live within my means and take one simple step at a time. Next week I'm buying a sketchpad and a set of coloring pencils. But then again, there are deficiencies to take care of first.



Sunday, October 23, 2011

Gadhafi's Death

News recently focused on the death of Moamar Gadhafi in the hands of bloodthirsty rebels in Libya where the first ruled for 42 years.

I watched the videos documenting his death and how he was treated like an animal by his murderers. I cannot help but pity the man who used to be a ruler but who died so much less. I thought to myself, were the Filipinos like this, the politicians who have wronged the country would surely be in hiding now. But we Filipinos are a soft-hearted people who put to jail the rich and the powerful not in ordinary prisonhouses, but in guarded houses where they still enjoy luxuries. And the judiciary process? Very very slow that we tend to forget the evils wrought to us by the corrupt politicians.

I worry about the fate of Libya. I worry about the fate of NATO-aided states in attaining "freedom". The United States of America is not to be trusted. It portrays itself as a superhero, the liberator, the defender of democracy, but in reality, it is just an egocentric hypocrite which interferes in global affairs if only for its self interests.

Surely, in every nation, there are dissidents, there are those who oppose the government. I do not believe that the dictators Gadhafi, and others were 100% evil. For sure, they were also responsible for the economic growth of their states. But because rebels and other entities out to seek political power exist, foreign intrusion was easy. The US, under the pretext of installing democracy, backed the rebels. But the only thing the US is after is of course, the resources--- OIL in particular.

I worry about the fate of Libya. I worry about the fate of the states "liberated" by the US. The US is not to be trusted. Its history is full of deceit and betrayal especially in its relations with other countries.

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Whose Fault Is It?: The Case of Yueyue

Just now, I read about news articles related to Yueyue of Foshan, Guangdong, a two year old girl who was run over twice. As she lay dying on the road, nobody came to her rescue, not even the passers-by. The CCTV camera has shown evidence of the indifference shown by those who pretended not to see the girl. Later on, a garbage collector saw the girl and with her cries, alerted the mother who then took the child to the hospital.

Before anything else, I join many others in expressing indignation at the indifference and lack of sympathy of the passersby who did nothing for the girl. I wonder how people could be so heartless, even with an innocent child.

And I wonder what the mother was doing at that time. News articles say that the mother and Yueyue went shopping and that the latter wandered off. How come the mother didn't even look for her two year old girl? I do not mean to judge but in China where boys are preferred over girls, I can't help thinking that the mother's lack of vigilance resulted in this tragedy.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Against Corporate Greed

I am reposting a news article I read last night in the papers regarding mass rallies all over the world against corporate greed. Lately I have been thinking of writing about it. The article came out at an opportune moment. This will be the beginning of a series of global rallies against increasing greed and against neoimperialism. This is the start of the mob's cry for reforms and for upholding the dignity of every human being.

Source: http://newsinfo.inquirer.net/77345/rallies-vs-corporate-greed-sweep-world


Rallies vs corporate greed sweep world

Widening rich-poor gap stokes protests

Agence France-Presse, Associated Press
Buoyed by the Occupy Wall Street encampment in New York City, protests swept across Asia, the Americas and Europe on Saturday, with hundreds and in some cases tens of thousands expressing discontent at corporate greed and rising unemployment.

In Rome, small groups of restive young people turned a largely peaceful protest into a riot, setting fire to at least one building and a police van and clashing with police officers, who responded with water cannons and tear gas. The police estimated that dozens of protesters had been injured, along with 26 security officials; 12 people were arrested.

At least 88 people were arrested in New York, including 24 accused of trespassing in a Greenwich Village branch of Citibank and 45 during a raucous rally of thousands of people in and around Times Square.
More than 1,000 people filled Washington Square Park at night, but almost all of them left after dozens of police officers with batons and helmets streamed through the arch and warned that they would be enforcing a midnight curfew. Fourteen were arrested for remaining in the park.

Other than Rome’s, the demonstrations across Europe were largely peaceful, with thousands of people marching past ancient monuments and gathering in front of capitalist symbols like the European Central Bank in Frankfurt.

Similar scenes unfolded across cities on several continents, including in Sydney, Tokyo, Hong Kong, Toronto, Chicago and Los Angeles, where several thousand people marched to City Hall as passing drivers honked their support.

But just as the rallies in New York have represented a variety of messages—signs have been held in opposition to US President Barack Obama yards away from signs in support of him—so did Saturday’s protests contain a grab bag of sentiments, opposing nuclear power, political corruption and the privatization of water.

Widening gap

Yet despite the difference in language, landscape and scale, the protests were united in frustration with the widening gap between the rich and the poor.

GREEK TRAGEDY Greek activists, inspired by the Spanish Indignants, cover their ears, mouths or eyes in Athens’ Syntagma Square in front of the Greek parliament. AFP

“I have no problem with capitalism,” Herbert Haberl, 51, said in Berlin. “But I find the way the financial system is functioning deeply unethical. We shouldn’t bail out the banks. We should bail out the people.”
In New York, where the occupation of Zuccotti Park in Lower Manhattan was moving into its second month, a large crowd marched north early on Saturday afternoon to Washington Square Park, where it was joined by several hundred college students who decried, among other things, student debt and unemployment.

“Banks got bailed out, we got sold out!” protesters chanted from within police barricades.

In late afternoon, the crowds marched up Avenue of the Americas toward a heavily barricaded Times Square, beseeching onlookers to join in with cries of “You are the 99 percent.” For the protesters, marching on Times Square held almost as much significance as did protesting against Wall Street.

“Times Square represents business as usual—buy, buy, buy in this economic climate, watch the latest show,” said Elias Holtz, 29, a Web designer who lives in Bushwick, Brooklyn. “But the crisis is everywhere.”

Time for people to rise

Two dozen people were arrested at a Citibank branch on LaGuardia Place on trespassing charges. Citibank, in a statement, said the protesters “were very disruptive and refused to leave after being repeatedly asked, causing our staff to call 911.”

In Washington, several hundred people marched through downtown, beginning in the early morning, passing by several banks. Escorted by the police, the marchers also demonstrated in front of the White House and the treasury department before moving on to a rally on National Mall, where they were joined by representatives of unions and other supporters.

The protests were inspired by the Occupy Wall Street movement in the United States and the Indignants in Spain, targeting 951 cities in more than 80 countries around the globe.

It was the biggest show of power yet by a movement born on May 15 when a rally in Madrid’s central Puerta del Sol square sparked a worldwide campaign focused on anger over unemployment and opposition to the financial elite.

This weekend, the global protest effort came as finance ministers and central bankers from the Group of 20 industrialized nations meet in Paris to discuss economic issues, including ways to tackle Europe’s sovereign debt crisis.

“I think it is very moving that the movement that was born here has extended throughout the world. It was about time for people to rise up,” 24-year-old Carmen Martin said as she marched toward Puerta del Sol.

Only the beginning

In Rome, which saw the worst violence of the day, the march quickly degenerated into running street battles between groups of hooded protesters and riot police who fired tear gas and water jets into the crowd.

“Today is only the beginning. We hope to move forward with a global movement. There are many of us and we want the same things,” said Andrea Muraro, 24, an engineering student from Padua.

“Only One Solution: Revolution!” read a placard. One group carried a cardboard coffin with Italian Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi’s name on it.

Berlusconi later condemned the “incredible level of violence” at the march, which took place amid a security lockdown.

The Vatican condemned an attack by protesters on the 18th century church of Santi Marcellino and Pietro near St. John Lateran Square, where much of Saturday’s violence occurred.

“When I came down, I saw the entrance door had been smashed in,” the church’s parish priest, Fr. Giuseppe Ciucci, was quoted by Italian media as saying.

“The Virgin Mary’s statue which was at the entrance had been taken away and I saw it had been thrown into the street and smashed,” he said.

Tens of thousands of protesters assembled in Madrid on Saturday evening, when chants mingled with live music, including a rendition of Beethoven’s “Ode to Joy,” lending the downtown area an upbeat feel on an unusually balmy fall afternoon.

‘Culmination of dream’
VIOLENT TURN Protesters attack a police vehicle during a demonstration in Rome. Others set fire to a government office. AFP

Brief clashes were reported in London, where the police were out in force with dozens of riot vans, canine units and hundreds of officers.

But the gathering, attended by people of all ages, was largely peaceful, with a picnic atmosphere and people streaming in and out of a nearby Starbucks.

WikiLeaks founder, Julian Assange, made an appearance when a crowd assembled in front of St. Paul’s Cathedral. To loud cheers, Assange called the protest movement “the culmination of a dream.”

Around 250 protesters set up camp outside St. Paul’s Cathedral in the heart of London on Sunday, promising to occupy the site indefinitely to show their anger at bankers and politicians over the global economic crisis.
In the Portuguese capital, where some 50,000 rallied, Mathieu Rego, 25, said: “We are victims of financial speculation and this austerity program is going to ruin us. We have to change this rotten system.”

The European Union also became a target for anger as the eurozone debt crisis continues, with some 9,000 protesters marching to its headquarters in Brussels and rallying outside the European Central Bank’s headquarters in Frankfurt.

Unfolding revolution

More than 10,000 Canadians blew bubbles, strummed guitars and chanted anticorporate slogans at peaceful protests in cities across the country.
VENDETTA MASKS Inspired by the film “V for Vendetta,” protesters wear masks in Barcelona, Spain. AFP

“I believe a revolution is happening,” said 30-year-old Annabell Chapa, who brought her year-old son Jaydn along in a stroller to Toronto’s Saint James Park.

In Mexico, Peru and Chile, thousands marched to protest what they slammed as an unfair financial system and stagnant unemployment.

As the day began, around 500 people gathered in the heart of Hong Kong’s financial district to vent their anger. About 100 demonstrators in Tokyo also voiced fury at the Fukushima nuclear accident.
Another 600 demonstrators in Sydney set up camp outside Australia’s central bank, where the plight of refugees and Aboriginal Australians was added to the financial concerns.

With reports from New York Times News Service and Reuters

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Excavating the National Archives and Thinking of Librarians

I'm back to doing archival research following the end of the archaeological impact assessment at Intramuros in which I volunteered, seeing it as an opportunity to practice my excavation skills. (I do admit that I suck at troweling and I have yet to master the art of walling.) Also, it's my way of training myself in recording which is of course the most important thing we do as archaeologists.

That experience in urban archaeology deserves an article on its own. Right now, the focus is archival research.

I used to dream of being a researcher, locked up in a library browsing old brittle documents with a magnifier, going to different libraries, checking out their collections, consolidating the data gathered and writing a report. I guess being a bibliophile and an avid reader inspired me a lot. Besides, I do think that people who read are hot. (I can just imagine Nico Robin of One Piece, and the girls of Read or Die, and also, the yokai in Bungaku Shoujo right now and I miss watching anime... SIGH!) But along the way, I developed into an adventure-seeker and now I am training to be an archaeologist, though I am happy to have been assigned to go to the National Archives where I feel most at home surrounded by books and yellowed papers. (Never mind the dust, my lungs seem to have adapted well since I have been visiting The Stacks at the Main Library since I was an undergraduate student.)

People may have negative opinions of libraries. Librarians tend to be strict, grumpy, and unfriendly. I do have my share of moments when librarians would reprimand me for misbehaving and for attempting to enter restricted areas. But these people, the librarians, they are the guardians of books and books I regard as friends, and this view of mine has never changed since I was young, thus my utmost respect toward librarians. Besides, viewing them in a negative way is unfair because most librarians I have met are warm and friendly. There are of course friendly ones who smile at me, probably because I frequent libraries and I already look familiar to them. But the one thing I love most about librarians is their willingness to help whenever I am in need of references when doing research, making access to information easier.

I remember a particular librarian in the Main Library who often smiles at me when she sees me. She's also the first ever librarian to have attempted to befriend me. When I'm busy and haven't visited the library for a long time, chances are, she'll ask me where I've been. There's one ugly day in my undergraduate years when a series of unfortunate events befell me but she asking me about my day made me feel better. That simple gesture certainly made my day.

(Come to think of it, I miss the Main Library...)

So anyway, today I went to the National Archives and saw the wonderful people there again. We researchers provide each other with information regarding our respective research. For instance, one does research on local history, I do research on both economic history and local history, one has an interest in cemeteries, etc. Interacting with fellow researchers is fun; you get to learn new things. Besides, joking around and having someone to talk to while doing research makes the work more bearable and enjoyable since archival research is no easy task and needs lots of patience.

But excavating the archives has been a good training ground for me.Not only do I get to use my knowledge of Spanish, I also get introduced to the usage of Spanish. Not only do I transcribe and translate documents, I also keep track of differences in orthography, semantics, and syntax. This makes me appreciate the dynamism of the Spanish language better.

I guess I'll be having another INC this semester. But what the hell, I am enjoying the learning process. There's just so much to learn in places other than the university. To hell with academic rules! It's time that students draft their own learning curriculum. I happen to prefer DOING AND THINKING rather than just thinking inside the classroom.

(Yes, dear readers, I do know that I write horribly, always typing as I think without bothering to check if my thoughts are coherent or not. Reflects my chaotic mind... But I have a pretty good excuse: I am also currently TRYING to finish a major paper as I write this....)

Monday, October 10, 2011

A Message 2

"If you're honest, dedicated, and committed, no one can pull you down."

Perfect timing as usual. These days, I'm thinking of how bleak and uncertain the future is. Lately, my relatives have joined the fray in discouraging me to pursue archaeology saying that it's worthless, a waste of time and money, and that I'm better off marrying a rich man and/or pursuing a lucrative career in law. Well, I do plan to go to law school, but for the meantime, I mean to enjoy life and pursue what has been of interest to me since my childhood days. Adults, they really do not understand anything and they think that they know everything. Sad. They don't even know what archaeology is and they do not bother to find out what we archaeologists do. Sadder still because they want me to pursue a common ordinary life. Who would be happy with just earning money and not living life the way you want it lived?

And then there are issues concerning people who keep on looking at other people's achievements and trying to pull them down. I have recently read an article in the Chinese newspapers regarding envy and its good and bad sides. The article says that the bad side of envy is that a person does whatever it takes to pull an achiever down. That "downer" is a complete loser, instead of focusing on his own improvement, he attempts to destroy other people's lives without realizing that it is his life he is destroying. And then there's the good side which propels and motivates one to do his best and to continue improving.

I do not agree with the article. Instead of envy, perhaps the author should have written "admiration". On the other hand, looking back, I really was envious of other people, especially those who are really intelligent and smart, not just academically but also in practical aspects. They became a sort of model for me to strive hard and to put my best foot forward. But I'm all over that phase now. At present, I admire a lot of people, and they are not just intellectually gifted, but also visionaries and have a big heart for people. I think the latter's what make me admire them more.

I wonder if the above quote is true. Sometimes it also takes a strong heart and strong convictions to resist the negative vibes of people. For now I guess I'll just have to focus on my studies and to remain committed to what I am doing. Perhaps, someday, people will see the significance of my work. Perhaps not. Either way, at least  followed my heart. Whatever decisions I make now will greatly affect the future. But what the hell, the present is more important.

Monday, October 3, 2011

Maningning Miclat Awards at GT Toyota UP-Diliman

Bingyang parangal ang mga nagwagi sa Maningning Trilingual Poetry Competition noong Setyembre 29, 2011 sa GT-Toyota UP Asian Center Auditorium. Ang maikling programang ito ay sinamahan ng isang concert kung saan nagtanghal ang sikat na pianistang si Mary Anne Espina, ang soprano na si Banaue Miclat-Janssen, at ang tenor na si Lemuel de la Cruz. Kabilang sa mga panauhin ang mga bigating tao sa larangan ng literatura na sina Bienvenido Lumbrera, F. Sionil Jose, at si Geminio Abad.

Unang binasa ang nagwaging tula sa wikang Tsina na pinamagatang "詩人的眼淚" o "Poet's Tears".Sa wikang Ingles, ang naagwaging tula ay "What Passes for Answers". Ang tulang may pamagat na "Agua" naman ang nanalo sa kategoyang Filipino.

Ang mga kinanta ay mga kantang Tsino na "One Moment" at ang sikat na kantang "月亮代表我的心" o "The Moon Represents My Heart" na sinundan ng "Nessum Dorma". Sa wikang Ingles naman ay "Someone to Watch over Me", "As If We Never Said Goodbye", at "Stranger in Paradise", habang sa wikang Filipino, kinanta nila ang "Mutya ng Pasig", "Kundiman ng Lahi", at "Kataka-taka".


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Isa ito sa mga nais kong daluhan nang mabasa ko ang tungkol dito sa PDI noong nakaraang buwan. Ngunit nang makita kong may bayad ang ticket (P500) ay nagbago ang isip ko. Sa kabutihang palad ay may ticket ang kamag-aral ko at ako'y inanyayahan niyang pumunta kasama siya sa event na ito. Ang malas nga lang, hindi ako nakapagdala ng camera dahil hindi ko inaasahan na makakadalo pala ako. (Kung kaya't walang pic sa entry na ito.)

Dalawa ang layunin ko sa pagdalo, ang marinig muli ang pagtugtog ni Mary Anne Espina ng piano, at ikalawa'y madagdagan ang kaalaman tungkol kay Maningning Miclat. Napadpad ako dati sa websayt ng Miclat Foundation at nalaman ko ang tungkol sa pagiging mahusay na artist ni Maningning. Bukod pa rito, nagagandahan ako sa kanya. Tulad nga ng sabi ni Julie Lluch na isang skulptor, si Maningning ay may "beautiful face—that perfectly formed Asian face, her long hair… She’s lithe, slim, graceful, Pinay na Pinay, yet very Asian."

May kwento si Edna Manlapaz, propesor sa Ateneo, tungkol sa pagsumite ni Maningning ng mga obra niya sa aklatang exclusibong para sa mga obra ng mga kababaihan. Ayon kay Manlapaz, sobrang mahiyain daw si Maningning, pero grabe ang kanyang pagsumite ng mga obra kung kaya't nang sumakabilang-buhay na si Maningning ay mayroon silang naitagong madaming obra literaria na nagpapatunay ng galing at husay ni Maningning sa pagsusulat.

Sayang lang talaga at inagaw ang buhay niya sa murang edad na 28.



Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Willem Haenraets (1940- ?)

The heavens still shed tears and here I am surfing the net with the hope of finding something that would be of interest to me. Lately, I have been feeling a little hollow inside, with no Muse to inspire me.

Tonight while lurking in the forums, I chanced upon a painting by William Haenraets, an artist born in Rotterdam, Netherlands. I was instantly enamored of the soft pastels conjuring a dream-like apparition of a white horse alongside its mistress in white. The painting seemed to have captured in an instant the two crossing a shallow body of water.



Curious, I looked up the artist and found these two other paintings of his:


"Two Girlfriends II"

"Young Girl II"

These remind me of impressionist paintings of the 19th century, though of course, the theme here is obviously young girls.

Note: The images are not mine.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Of Unrequited Love and Masterpieces

On my way to the National Archives this morning, I took the LRT, instead of the usual jeep. I woke up late and I do not plan to waste precious time being stuck in the horrible traffic along Quezon Avenue.

While on board, I thought about unrequited love and how it has the capability of ruining a person's life. Also, I thought about how sorrows can be beautiful at times (Weiss Kreutz ending song "Beautiful Alone" playing inside my head) and how an injured heart can derive inspiration to create a masterpiece, pretty much like what Goethe did in the film of the same name.

While reflecting on Lotte's words "Our love is not meant to be in reality, but in poetry", I thought about putting all my emotions onto something concrete. At that moment, as buildings and billboards flash in front of my eyes, I recited fragmented Spanish verses in my mind. I composed verses in Spanish, in French, in Bahasa Indonesia, in Filipino.

Thinking about this project, X-Japan's ballad collection started to play inside my head. I thought of how too much passion is poured into every song in that album, how one can easily see Toshi singing and Yoshiki playing the piano from the heart, and how their performances never fail to touch me for the reason that they were able to give form to the emotions of one hopelessly deep in love with an unresponsive love interest.

It is in times like this that I go back to being a frustrated romantic. I always go back to Gustavo Adolfo Becquer, whose Rimas make him one of my favorite poets of all time.

Rima III

Sacudimiento extraño
que agita las ideas,
como huracán que empuja
las olas en tropel;

murmullo que en el alma
se eleva y va creciendo
como volcán que sordo
anuncia que va a arder;

deformes siluetas
de seres imposibles;
paisajes que aparecen
como un través de un tul;

colores que fundiéndose
remedan en el aire
los átomos del Iris
que nadan en la luz

ideas sin palabras
palabras sin sentido;
cadencias que no tienen
ni ritmo ni compás;

memorias y deseos
de cosas que no existen;
accesos de alegría
impulsos de llorar;

actividad nerviosa
que no halla en qué emplearse;
sin rienda que lo guíe
caballo volador;

locura que el espíritu
exalta y enardece
embriaguez divina
del genio creador...
¡Tal es la inspiración!

gigante voz que el caos
ordena en el cerebro,
y entre las sombras hace
la luz aparecer;

brillante rienda de oro
que poderosa enfrena
de la exaltada mente
el volador corcel;

hilo de luz que en haces
lo pensamientos ata;
sol que las nubes rompe
y toca en el cénit;

inteligente mano
que en un collar de perlas
consigue las indóciles
palabras reunir;

armonioso ritmo
que con cadencia y número
las fugitivas notas
encierra en el compás;

cincel que el bloque muerde
la estatua moldeando
y la belleza plástica
añade a la ideal;

atmósfera en que giran
con orden las ideas,
cual átomos que agrupa
recóndita atracción;

raudal en cuyas ondas
su sed la fiebre apaga;
oasis que al espíritu
devuelve con vigor...
¡Tal es nuestra razón!

Con ambas siempre en lucha
y de ambas vencedor,
tan sólo el genio puede
a un yugo atar las dos.


And indeed, memories of times spent together, those awkward moments including joys and sorrows alike, flood my mind. I remember a line in Wordsworth's (another poet I love) "Daffodils" (one of my favorite poems ever) wherein he writes,

"For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils."

Because the present gives me a major heartbreak, I turn to happy memories to somehow ease the pain. Because I know that we can never be, at least in my mind, in my dreams, in my fantasies, we are.

(The Delusions of an Unhappy Girl)

Friday, September 16, 2011

Cine Europa: Proti Fora Nonos

Proti Fora Nonos, or Little Greek Godfather is a comedy film about an 11- year old boy named Alex who was sent to Crete by his politician father as the latter's substitute for the baptism of the child of a local party cadre. The presence of Alex's father was important to secure votes and to promote democracy (however it is defined) in Crete, but as he was too busy to go himself, Alex was assigned an important mission: to be a godfather and to read his father's prepared speech.



But everything is not as easy as it seems. Alex, being brought up in America, was unfamiliar with local customs. He couldn't even speak straight Greek. Being made to eat local delicacies and to compliment the cook regardless of the taste, and being advised to say yes to all the demands of the prominent families in Crete, young Alex had to struggle and to sacrifice his own views and opinions.

With the help of his young friends, he was able to succeed in his mission and do more. With his own speech (he did not read his father's) and with the speech of his friend, the oft-rebuked brother of the baptized child, a new democracy is defined wherein not only humans, but also hedgehogs are treated with dignity and equality.

This is a comedy film about growing up and about asserting one's own views and standing up to one's principles. It also shows an ugly side of politics wherein politicians promise everything and anything just to get the votes they need to be in power.

Cine Europa: Goethe!

This German film is loosely based on Johann Wolfgang Goethe's life mixed with the plot of the Romantic writer's epistolary novel The Sorrows of Young Werther.

In the film, the young Goethe (Alexander Fehling) failed his exams and was sent  to the boring town of Wetzlar where his life will change forever. There, he befriended Wilhelm Jerusalem (Volker Bruch); the two of them under the employment of Justice Albert Kestner (Moritz Bleibtreu).

One night a a party, Goethe met the tipsy Charlotte Buff (Miriam Stein) and the two exchanged light insults though it is clear that at that very moment the two were attracted to each other. Goethe wooed her and the two fell in love.

There is, however, one problem. Kestner wanted Lotte for himself and being rich and influential, Lotte's father (Burghart Klaussner) wanted him to be his son-in-law, seeing the marriage as the only way to keep their house and to be able to send his children to school. Kestner and Lotte got married, but not without a lot of drama, as the young wife sacrificed herself for her family's sake.

Hearing of his beloved's wedding, Goethe writes a novella entitled The Sorrows of Young Werther which chronicles the love affair between him and Lotte. After that, he attempted suicide but failed.

On his return to his own town, he was surprised to find a crowd demanding copies of a certain book. He didn't know that he had become an in-demand writer. Turned out that Lotte sent the manuscript to a publisher.

This is a sad tale about a love that is not meant to be. The movie started out light with a little comedy here and there, then as suspense is built centering on the Goethe-Lotte-Kestner love triangle, the movies becomes dramatic. One gets teary eyed as Lotte confronts Goethe to say that theirs is a love not meant in truth, but in poetry. One cannot but cry as Goethe, flooded by sweet memories of a short love affair, pours his passion into writing and sketching, immortalizing a love that will endure only in the pages of literature.

This is one of the best films I have seen this year, thanks to Cine Europa and to Shangrila Cineplex. Because I have been studying and learning about material culture, I was fascinated with the details of this film, for instance, the costumes and the fashion,  the glass windows, the stoneware ink bottle, the oven, and other things of the late 18th century.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

A Message

"In life, there are always people watching our next move, desperately waiting for us to fail and even praying for us to give up. Don't mind them! It just doubles the fun of living and surviving. Let's keep in mind that failures and problems are not the things that we should be scared of. They could lead to breakthroughs and great discoveries. See life as an adventure and enjoy every moment of it!"

I received this SMS at an opportune moment in my life, when I was in self-doubt and in great need of good cheer amidst this savage civilization. And twice did  receive the message. The best part is that the sender is not even a dear friend nor an acquaintance, but an anonymous one. I have subscribed to SMS News, you see, and sometimes, it sends me inspiring quotes as well as jokes.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Japan: Kingdom of Characters @ Metropolitan Museum

This is a late write up of Japan Foundation's exhibit JAPAN: KINGDOM OF CHARACTERS at the Metropolitan Museum in Bangko Sentral ng Pilipinas Complex. The exhibit was from July 7 to August 20. I went there last August 13 (Saturday) armed with just a piece of Choco Banana cupcake for lunch and water of course.



"In recent years, a subculture related to Japanese anime and manga has rapidly attracted worldwide attention. To make the most of this trend, the Japan Foundation has organized this traveling exhibition called "JAPAN: Kingdom of Characters" which examines characters as one radical aspect of subculture.

"Used unhesitatingly by both adults and children in private and public spaces, before we realize it, these characters have become a part of our daily landscape. One finds, for example, characters printed on bank passbooks and train commutation passes, and as indicated by the regular and seemingly natural presence of stuffed mascots at local police boxes, they have permeated everyday life in Japan to a degree that would be unthinkable in most other countries.

"What exactly is a character? Why are they so popular? What kind of society do these characters reflect and what kind of influence do they exert on that society? And finally, where is Japanese culture headed In this exhibition, as we introduce the intimate relationship between characters and Japanese people, we hope that the visitors will gain a better understanding of teh cultural and historical background behind the Japanese love of characters as well as the future of characters in contemporary Japan."

(cited from the flyer)

The P100 I paid for the entrance is so worth it. I was given a small pamphlet, a souvenir methinks of the exhibit. It contains pictures of the exhibit so I guess it's okay when the staff forbade visitors to take pictures inside the museum.

Some anime included are Pokemon, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Doraemon (my love), Gundam, Mazinger Z, Galaxy Express 999, Astroboy, Urusei Yatsura, Chibi Maruko Chan, Magical DoReMi, Haruhi Suzumiya no Yuutsu, Sergeant Keroro, and of course Hello Kitty.

Sentai series are also featured, with Masked Rider being the most prominent. Sexy female characters are literally put on glass cases on pedestals, which include characters from Dead or Alive, Positive Penguin Life, Bunny Girl, Heartful Memories~ Little Witch Parfait, Gunbuster, Tenjou Tenge, Otaku no Video, and Fate/Stay Knight.

Together with the on-going exhibit Manga Realities at Ayala Museum, this just proves that anime exerts a strong influence on the Filipinos. One cannot also dismiss the fact that every year, thousands flock to anime conventions which are held in different parts of the country in different times of the year. It is this phenomenon, usually termed as "anime explosion" that sparked my interest in studying anime as a media form that can influence and produce a new subculture.

Bote't Dyaryo Museum @ Escolta

I have been to Escolta countless times before but I never knew that there is a museum there. When I sought the help of Mr. Manny Encarnacion two weeks ago for my research on glass bottles, he referred me to Bote't Dyaryo Museum in Escolta, Manila and that was how I learned of the museum's existence. I visited the place yesterday, Sept. 12, 2011.

The museum is located at the second floor of Calvo Building. It's not hard to miss, just look for Mercury Drug and Tropical Hut. The ground floor of the building has old photos of Escolta before. The building also houses the country's oldest elevator, according to a guy who works there. It reminds me of the lift in the movie "Titanic".


The door to the bottles collection is made of depression glass with iron grills. As one enters, one immediately notices the lack of oxygen inside. The windows are closed and the airconditioning was turned off. I immediately set to work, noting down the different glass bottles in the collection, not minding the lack of oxygen, but thanking the owner of the museum for his collections. I never knew we had a glass bottles museum. (But now I know.)

Some of my most interesting finds are the Pond's bottles which were of porcelainous glass. Old Coca-Cola bottles are a must, of course. I was surprised to find Royal Tru-Lemon, perhaps a precursor of Royal Tru-Orange. I didn't know that RC Cola was already in existent in the early 1900s. I asked my dad about it and he said the current RC Cola was just a revival. There were also a cabinet full of cobalt blue bottles, which I personally love the most for their uniqueness. There are also ink bottles, several wine, beer, and water bottles, among others. It is also curious to find weird-sounding medicine names embossed on some bottles.


Other things to check out are the dioramas of prominent landmarks in Escolta in early times, with information and advertisements regarding them. Newspaper clippings and ads can be found inside the room opposite the bottles museum.


Entrance is P50. Minimum of 5 persons required for the tour. The museum is open Mondays to Saturdays, 9am-3pm with lunch break 12nn-1pm.

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.

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Crazily Sleepless Week


These past few days have been quite stressful with many events coming into being almost at the same time. For one, I was a volunteer at the 4th .MOV Fest and I signed up for duty for four days. Then, there’s UP-ASP Fieldschool 2011 Exhibit where I have to make a diorama with a classmate, aside from helping my other classmates set up the exhibit. There’s also the Binalot Talk on September 7 where I will have to present my analysis of the glass shard artifacts recovered during our fieldschool. I dreaded September because of these, most especially the Binalot Talk, since I am not inclined to speaking in front of the public.

But anyway, a girl’s got to do what a girl’s gotta do. I was still lucky to have found the time to attend the launching of the book “Under the Storm” which was part of the 4th .MOV Fest. It was held in Ayala Museum. It was nice to be back there and to be having a taste of what it’s like to be part of a team that organized the event. Quite stressful, yes, but it was fun talking to celebrities. Where else can I get the chance to talk to Mercedec Cabral, Glaiza de Castro, Becky Mon, Rox puno, etc? Despite the fact that I arrived home super late (which made my parents a bit mad at me), I was still happy for having such an experience. It was part of my “throwing myself to the wind” plan this year. (Though I regret not being able to join the other events because I had other events to attend to. Hopefully next year I'll be able to really be a full-time volunteer.)

September 3 and 4 found me making the diorama together with a classmate, trying to beat the deadline which was Sept. 5 (Monday). Working nonstop and with just 4 hours of sleep and having nothing but Cheez It chips, instant noodles, cookies, and Milo chocolate drink almost drove me to the point of insanity. I thoroughly missed having real food--- at that time, my mind was filled of images of beef kaldereta on top of steamy rice, chicken tinola, mapo tofu, fish fillet... Still, we were able to finish the bahay na bato diorama. What is surprising is that both my co-worker and I didn't enter into serious arguments. On the contrary, we took everything in stride, treating it as a bonding moment, talking about crushes, dreams, aspirations, worldviews, music, even joking and laughing out loud. It was a great bonding experience.

Because of lots of preoccupations, I got home at around 1am for days, much to the ire of my parents who thought I had been off to some bar or something. Sorry to say this, but bars and discotheques and the like are not my cup of tea. Besides I'm too busy with my academic load to even think of dallying.



When the exhibit was nicely put up, I still was not entitled to get my at least 10 hours of cutie sleep. No, I had to prepare for my Binalot Talk, race against time to go to Quiapo to check out the Bote't Dyaryo Museum at Escolta (which turned out to be in vain super thanks to the heavy traffic flow which hindered me from getting to Escolta early). I was so sure I would explode anytime soon but fortunately, I didn't have the energy nor the time to self-explode.

So when the Binalot was over, I was able to heave a BIG SIGH OF RELIEF. Oh Sleep, my muse, my sweet beloved, I am back into your arms!

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

UP-ASP Fieldschool 2011 Exhibit

As part of the University of the Philippines-Archaeological Studies Program's (UP-ASP) mission and vision to educate the public on archaeology and update them on the latest excavations, this year's field schoolers are mounting an exhibit at the Palma Hall Lobby (AS Lobby) from Sept. 6 to Sept. 9.

This year's field school, under the directorship of Dr. Grace Barretto-Tesoro, was in Pinagbayanan, San Juan, Batangas. Now on its third and last year in the same town, the excavation team unearthed a bahay na bato (mamposteria or stone house) dating to the last half of the 19th century.


A diorama was created by yours truly and by a colleague. Artifacts shall be put on display. Everyday for the duration of the exhibit, different artifacts shall be displayed according to the theme. There will also be "permanent" artifacts for public viewing.

Everyone is invited to the opening tomorrow at 4:00pm. Free food and drinks shall be served.

Saturday, September 3, 2011

UNDER THE STORM Book Launch at Ayala Museum

The second day of the 4th .MOV Fest this year took place at Ayala Museum last night, Sept. 2, with the book launch of the poetry collection "Under the Storm". A series of poetry readings by poets and celebrities alike and live band performances livened up the event which started at 8pm and ended at 11pm.





Celebrity readers included Mercedec Cabral, Becky Mon, Glaiza de Castro,Gio Respall, and Ketchup Eusebio, among others.







Performances by Axel Pinpin & The Propaganda Machine, Corporate Lo-fi, Vigo, and Anthony Piggott rocked the night big time.



Thursday, September 1, 2011

4th .MOV Fest ZERO DEGREES OF SEPARATION

Everyone is invited to the 4th .MOV Fest, a celebration of music, film, and poetry.



September 1- The Podium
DVD Launch of SHORT FILMS FOR LONG PEOPLE
featuring Lav Diaz, Pam Miras, and Raya Martin
FREE

September 2- Ayala Museum
Book Launch of the poetry collection "UNDER THE STORM"
featuring Bienvenido Lumbrera, Germino Abad, and Pete Lacaba
FREE

September 3- Greenbelt 3
Album Launch "SONGS FROM THE END OF THE WORLD"
featuring Joey Ayala, Kate Torralba,a nd Vin Dancel
Silvershots Awarding
FREE

September 2 to - UP Film Center
World Premiers from Asia, Europe,and the Americas
TICKETS at P100 each

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Imahe at Realidad: Buhay at Lipunang Pilipino Noong Dantaong 19

Nakilala ko sina Bb. Rose Mendoza at G. Randy Madrid, parehong historyador sa UP Diliman, habang ako'y nagkakalkal ng mga dokumento patungkol sa San Juan Batangas sa National Archives. Naging malaking tulong sila sa aking pananaliksik at inanyayaan nila ako na dumalo sa isang serye ng mga lektura patungkol sa ika-19 siglo sa kasaysayan sa Pilipinas. Ayon kay Bb. Mendoza, magiging malaking tulong daw ang diskusyon ni Dra. Alma Bamero sa paglalakap ng impormasyon, sapagkat nabanggit ko na ako'y baguhan sa larangan ng pananaliksik ng mga pangunahing batis at iyong pagpunta ko sa National Archives noong nakaraang linggo ay ang kauna-unahang pagkakataong nakaapak ako doon at unang beses ko rin manaliksik.

Kung kaya't kahit na puyat ako dahil sa paghahanda para sa isang report na tinapos ko noong madaling araw na ng Huwebes ay bumangon pa rin ako nang maaga upang maabutan ang lektyur ni Dra. Bamero. Natanggap ko kasi ang isang mensahe galing kay Bb. Mendoza na magsisimula daw ang lektyur ng 8:45 ng umaga.

Hindi naman nasayang ang aking paggising nang pagka-aga-aga sapagkat marami akong natutunan. Isa na rito ang "guide" sa pananaliksik ni Dra. Bamero kung saan nagbigay siya ng mga suhestiyon kung paano manaliksik sa National Archives. Halimbawa, kung nais ng mananaliksik na magfokus sa mga krimen noong dantaong 19, maaaring kumonsulta sa koleksyong may pamagat na "Asuntos criminales" kung saan makikita ang iba't ibang mga pamagat tulad ng "robo", "contrabandos", "licencia de armas", "guardia civil", at "deportados".

Maaari ding manaliksik patungkol sa kasaysayang pang-ekonomiya sa mga koleksyong "Comercio", "Aduana", at "Almacenes".

Ang sumunod na tagapagsalita ay si Dra. Maria Luisa Camagay. Ang kanyang lektyur, na pinamagatang "Kasaysayang Panlipunan ng Maynila noong Dantaong 19" ay tungkol sa pagtingin hindi sa mga elite kundi sa masa, hindi sa mga pangyayaring sensasyonal kundi sa mga karaniwang pang-araw-araw na kalagayan noong ika-19 siglo. Tiningnan din niya ang representasyon ng ilang karaniwang tao sa sining, lalo na sa mga obras nina Damian Domingo at ng kanyang disipulo na si Asuncion. Ilan dito ay ang lechera, panadero, at buyera. Ipinakita rin ang iba't ibang libangan ng mga tao noon gaya ng sabong, sipa, at baraha.

Ang ikatlo't huling tagapagsalita ay si G. Nick de Ocampo ng College of Mass Communication. Ang kanyang lektyur ay may pamagat na "Depiction of 19th Century Manila/Philippines in Film" na naghahalo ng dalawang disiplina ng pelikula at kasaysayan. Siya ay nanaliksik patungkol sa relasyon ng pelikula at mga pangyayari noong ika-19 siglo. Ayon kay Dr. De Ocampo, importante ang historical context sa konsiderasyon ng pagrepresenta sa Pilipinas sa pelikula. Ayon sa kanya, ang pelikula ay hindi lamang isang forma ng libangan, kundi isang forma ng pag-eespiya ng mga Amerikano sa Pilipinas noong mga unang taon ng Dantaong 19.

Ako'y lubos na natutuwa't nakadalo ako sa mga talakayan bagamat medyo nahuli ako ng dating at hindi nasimulan ang kay Dra. Bamero. Gayunpaman, namulat ang aking mata na mrami pang kailangang gawing pananaliksik sa kasaysayan ng Pilipinas. At sa pangatlong pagkakataon ay lubos akong nabigyan ng inspirasyon ng Departamento ng Kasaysayan na gamitin ang aking kaalaman sa iba't ibang wika sa pananaliksik. (Ang una ay nang nakiupo ako sa klase ni Dr. Maris Diokno at ang pangalawa ay noong ako'y dumalo sa mga talakayan patungkol sa mga batis noong nakaraang taon.)