if General Luna were still alive, the president would have already gotten an ass-whoopin’ right now.
China is occupying and running after our people within our own EEZs! And the father of the nation, and his men, have turned a blind eye, even blaming journalists for putting themselves in such a situation. MYGAHD!!!
nakaka-init ng ulo. nakakapanghinayang. and i feel it weigh heavier now that my son is studying Civics (Araling Panlipunan) talking about nationalism. Para saan pa kung sinuko na tayo. We don’t want to offend china. Sino pa ba ang magkaka-lakas lumaban kung isinuko na tayo?
however, there are certain areas of concern. i don’t mean mutations or mind control or any other conspiracy theory but about two things: trust and politics.
people seemed to have lost trust in vaccines since the Dengvaxia brouhaha. then there’s the source of the vaccine: China — where the CoViD-19 supposedly originated. which ties it in with politics. it could be used as a leverage when negotiating and, from the actions of the president himself, it’s as if we owe them so much. so much so that building on our islands and harassing our fishermen gets a shrug or “meh” from the government.
but then the other person in me says, “mildly efficacious vaccine is better than no vaccine.” and that appeals to my stingy side. this is what’s available. shouldn’t we take it, then? it’s better than nothing, right?
no, i don’t have a fungal infection or any communicable disease.
it’s just that being holed up for a year and you get tired of your surroundings pretty easily. i mean kahit pa magpalit ka ng kapitbahay, yung sa paligid na nakikita mo, iyon at iyon pa rin, magsasawa ka talaga.
kaya nga naimbento ang vacation diba? para may iba naman sa paningin mo. may ibang karanasan kang maiku-kuwento. hindi yung araw-araw mong pagpunta sa palengke. (ok, fine. yun lang lagi kinukuwento ko ngayon… at kung gaano kamahal mga bilihin! my goodness!!! i’m really starting to sound like my mom!)
huling bakasyon namin ay photo-finish, ika nga. it was the last few weeks air travel was allowed. muntik na kami ma-lockdown sa Japan! (yes, dream come true ito! pinag-ipunan nang malupit!) while A was a bit on the panic-y side, i had chosen to stay calm. (but deep inside, my mind was calculating how much it would cost to live in japan for a month or two) we were in luck since the PH embassy in Japan was in Osaka, i thought. mas madali kung saka-sakali man.
yun yung tip sa akin ng binilhan ko ng motor: isabay na lang sa renewal ng rehistro ang pag-transfer ng ownership. para minsanang lakaran na lang. i (well, actually A did it for me) bought my motorcycle in 2019. its registration is up for renewal every january dahil nga wala pa siyang plaka. last year i only renewed it dahil tinamad ako during the december 2019 break to process the transfer of ownership. this time, owing to the new “Doble Plaka” law, napilitan na ako na mag-comply para less hassle.
after countless hours of youtube viewing and blog/web reading, i mustered enough courage (kasi nga tinatamad. LOL) to do it during the Christmas break, thinking that there would be fewer people. naisip ko na nagsi-uwian na ang karamihan ng tao sa probinsya so mas konti din magre-renew ng rehistro.
after 10 months of whatever this is, people have begun to cope and adjust their lives and schedules around all the hoops and obstacles and requirements the government has given us. we’ve learned how to work from home, study without blackboards, and worship outside a church.
to some religious groups, perhaps, it’s easy enough to adjust: they see their pastor, the pastor preaches, they sing a couple of songs, and give their offerings via GCash or online transfers. sure, you miss your neighbors or ‘regular seatmates’ at the congregation but mostly, it’s the same. you can still prepare your biscuit and grape juice.
to Catholics, however, it is not. yes, we have the pastor, the preaching, and the praises and hymns but that physical thing that connects us to Him is missing. all faithful Catholics are deprived — even those in a state of grace!
typically, only those who aren’t “in a state of grace” must receive communion spiritually. now everyone must do it in their living rooms, kitchen tables, phones, laptops, TVs… and it’s just not the same.
perhaps to those outside our faith and some Catholics, it’s no big deal. i wonder why. being separated from Him for so long, we should craving to be united with Him.
I don’t know when it started. All I know is that I’m almost scared to browse my social media now.
A lot of things have weighted me down these couple of weeks. Maybe a little (or a lot) burned out after the past storms. Horrible images of the helplessness of my countrymen. And then there’s the work that needs to be done… that I’m struggling to figure out.
Yesterday, I catch the news of Fr. Tim Ofrasio’s passing. I never knew him personally but he had a presenceu during the Traditional Latin Mass he said in Ateneo.
Then today, I saw the letter saying my High School will be closing its doors. Or at least, the missionaries in-charge will be leaving the Archdiocese, leaving Chevalier School.
My High school may not be as well-known outside of Angeles City but it has become part of local history. Shutting it down is a tremendous pain to me with all the memories I have with it.
So it’s just one after the other. Ache after ache. Pain that’s almost swelling into tears that just haven’t burst yet. So the pain remains.
nakakaloka ang lahat ng bilihin ngayon. sinimulan ng Taal eruption, nagmahal mga isdang galing ng Batangas. and the lockdowns made it worse. just when we thought things are getting better as lockdowns ease, swine flu naman sumunod kaya nagmahal ang baboy. tapos dahil sa sunod-sunod na bagyo, ito namang mga gulay! MY GULAY!!!
kaya “they loved each other” which translate to “nagmahalan silang lahat!”
similarly, Kapampangan for a place of residence is sometimes called ‘tuknangan‘ and it has the word ‘tuknang‘ in it, which also means ‘to stop’
this is just a personal reflection on how these words carry more weight today because a lot of people lost their homes. nawalan ng ‘tahanan‘ — the place where everyone is supposed to stop and find comfort from their fears, pain, and sorrow but can’t right now.
it’s all over the news now: bicol bore the brunt of Super Typhoon Goni (or Rolly in the Philippines) as it entered as a CAT5 typhoon. the weather bureau already warned of catastrophic damage but here in manila, all we got were smelly laundry and hungry residents without food delivery services mostly offline.
i don’t know if thanking them is the right way to show that we owe them something. they did not volunteer for this, though. but they were in the storm’s path first. and because we here in the metro are farther away, we did not feel this storm’s rage and power.
little by little, as people get their bearings and help and relief is on its way, we start to see what they had to go through via social media posts: in photos and videos.
this reminded me so much of yolanda. nothing but destruction. chaos.
that is why, i think, we have to think of ourselves as a country, a nation. we should be helping our fellow- Filipinos, us who were spared from it. we have an obligation to help them. we owe them our gratitude and respect.
Perhaps many are wondering, “Kahapon pa kayo nagbabalita ng bagyo. Eh ang init-init! Umaaraw pa nga!” #RollyPH
The point of this monitoring and early warning is preparedness — so you can still go out, buy necessities, stock up on emergency supplies, medicine, reinforce and fix what needs fixing, calmly evaluate what you need and evacuate safely — so that when the typhoon does come, we are ready and not panic at the last minute.
Remember, Noah built the ark while it was still hot & sunny. Then the flood came. The ant saved up grain while the grasshopper danced and sang all day. Then the rains came.