Monday, November 23, 2009

Massacre in Maguindanao

Yesterday, 41 people were believed killed with 21 confirmed dead in a brazen attack in the the province of Maguindanao in what may turn out to be the deadliest single poll-related incident of violence in the history of the Philippines. Not even the presence of media men deterred the broad daylight abduction and eventual murder of the female relatives of a political family as well the media persons themselves who accompanied them to cover the filing of candidacy of a scion of the clan. Majority of the victims were women and unarmed and some were raped according to eyewitness accounts of those who came to the place where some 21 bodies were found.

The impunity, done in broad daylight, and the sheer number of victims has gotten this blogger all riled up. Has the lawlessness in Maguindanao reached the point where attacks of such a massive scale can be carried out without fear of justice finally catching up? Are those people responsible for the attack so confident of their power and immunity that killing 13 journalist as well was a risk worth taking?
I am shocked, I am sad and I grieve for the families of the victims, but more than anything else I fear for what has become of our country.

Monday, November 16, 2009


Raging waters of Tinago Falls


View from the rocks

Deep in the forests of Biliran, in the town of Caibiran is a spot worth taking the less-travelled road for. Its called Tinago Falls and this blogger, unfortunately, has not had the chance to visit. However, judging from friends and colleagues raving reports who have been to the place, its a worthy 3 hour trip from the city. The sound of the raging waters can be heard a kilometer away and so far it has remained untouched by the crass of commercialism (going by the guise of of the great sounding term: development).

For now I will just have to content myself looking at pictures and cross my fingers that I have the time and great company soon to see for myself this beautiful falls. If you are within the area and would want to go there, just ride a van from Tacloban City to Naval, Biliran, a 2 and a half hour trip, then hire a motorcycle or vehicle for hire to get to Tinago Falls which is an additional 30minute trip.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Pearl Island of Guiuan, Eastern Samar


I learned about this island from a colleague in the office. It is actually an experimental pearl farm operated by the Bureau of Fisheries and Aquatic Resources (BFAR). I wish I could visit it soon, from the picture, it seems to be a rather bucolic place.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

A Sense of De ja vu


2009 barristers waiting in line


Last Sunday I was back in the place where my life started its inevitable turn, one that I would say with all fervor I most definitely does not regret.

It seemed only yesterday as my thoughts brought me back exactly eight years ago. I was right across the place where I took the exams that was the culmination of a steely determination to cram four years study of law into a six-month review. I was a working student then and could not devote all my time to school, or at least the amount that was ideal. I came to know the word cramming like it was my best friend for life, the shadow of not having been a diligent student always at the back of my mind, fearful that I had too little time to make up for it.

In order to cope with my backlog of missed readings, I sacrificed some lectures most especially those made by reviewers who thought green jokes was par for course and forgot that they were there to educate and not to entertain. I read early in the morning and late into the night broken only by sleep and eating binges, which figures, my overused brain took up all my calories and made me compensate with food. Yes, I ate, slept and thought the law.

As if that was not enough, the distraction of a broken heart railroaded itself into my already very tight schedule and much crowded mindset. Luckily, it happened early on in the review and I had still half of the six months to go. That was so oh very regretful and not worth it, a minor bump on the road. After a few tear-duct induced sniffing in the morning, I was back on track.

This Sunday, as I looked at the expectant faces of parents, relatives, schoolmates, fraternity mates of the 2009 barristers and pure usiseros trying to understand what the fuss is all about, I recall with almost vivid clarity when I was there too in La Salle eight years ago, my hands full with bar handouts and my textbook inside my bag for a sense of security despite knowing there was then too little time to browse through it again before the exams would start.

I patiently waited in line with the others, some with that confident look of thorough preparedness and not a few of those who looked like they were up for the guillotine. I had only three hours of sleep excited as I was and nervous too. This is it, I said to myself, and from the moment I opened the exam booklet and read the first question, I knew with that instinctive gut feel, that despite the unscheduled heartache, cramming for my dear life and all the anxiety, I had a fighting chance, more than a fighting chance.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Happy Birthday To Me...



I didn't realize till now that exactly a year ago I made my very first post on this blog. Actually, I started months earlier but a blospot glitch made me transfer my posts to here.

A year of intermittent blogging has gone, hmmm, not bad for someone who hardly had the inclination to write a page full article of whatever subject. But I do believe that while we may still hold the wheel (steering wheel that is), our ship is still subject to the winds of yore that may shift or change our direction notwithstanding the preconceived course that we have set for ourselves. Meaning? We never know what tomorrow brings and that simple guy Mr. Gump was wise after all when he compared life to a favorite box of dessert. I never planned to linger long in the blogosphere but what started out as a testing of the waters had turned out to a full blown "kinareer ko" undertaking. Yes, I love blogging, and my affair with it has lasted a year na.

Housecleaning

I have been doing some housecleaning today, right here on this blog. I decided to take out some blogs on my blog roll and add some new ones. To do this, I surfed around and came up with some really good sites. Some made cry, one made me think really hard and another inspired me while the last one gave me a very good laugh.

Its a colorful blogosphere out there with very talented bloggers. Now I know why their making some newspaper in the USA a run for their money.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Of Free Wifi, Pro bono cases, and Sundays Alone

I'm making this post from Jose Karlo's coffeeshop, a branch that just opened right inside Robinsons Mall Tacloban. They got Free Wifi but unlike Bo's Coffee down in Avenida Veteranos, a single order of cappucino won't get you unlimited connectivity. After an hour you have to reorder in case you want to stay on the Net in their cozy premises. Might as well, it sure beats having servers start giving you funny looks when you have overslurped your only order of coffee for you almost four hour stay.

So what does this mean? Now I know where to go in case I'll be needing a freebie connection for work thats to be done for hours on end. Bo's it will be. Definitely, JK is not practical when your doing pro bono work, just what I'm working on, and you need to look up cases on the Internet.

Gee, there goes my alloted hour, need to order another cappucino...

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Beautiful Resorts in Leyte and Samar

The Surf Camp, Calico-an Island, Eastern Samar


Cottages


Pool and the sea


The lounge

Caluwayan Beach Resort, Marabut, Samar


Infinity pool


A view of the beach


Ponds

Kuting Resort, Macrohon, Southern Leyte



The entrance


Lanai by the sea


Infinity pool
(Photo credits OTOP Phils. and friends)

Friday, July 10, 2009

Ukay Republic

A sure sign of the difficult times is the increasing number of ukay-ukay shops sprouting all over the city. Right down along Rizal Avenue, just beside Everwell Drugstore, is a collection of second hand clothes shops that peddles everything from hats down to (would you believe?) underwear!!!

Seriously, there are actually treasures to find such as slightly used branded t-shirts , polos, curtains, bedsheets that look good as new. You just have to be armed with patience, perseverance and, the most important, terrific haggling skills. I, for one, have not mastered the art yet. I do wear my shopping heart on my sleeve and I can't help but show my eagerness when I've had a terrific find (a bargaining no no). One must know how to keep on a poker face and keep the shop owner guessing as to whether or not you have decided on an item. It helps if you walk away at the first price quotation, more often than a reduction thereof would necessarily follow. Of course, they do have to earn their keep, so know when to stop haggling. Remember they are in it for the business and not for charity.

Nonetheless, for the not so fortunate who could only dream of Ralph Lauren, here is the chance to have his clothes at a fraction of the cost, if you don't mind the thought that it has actually touched the skin of someone else and has drowned in his sweat (hehehe). But for the more picky and sensitive bargain hunter, its not only clothes that this shopping haven for the financially conscious has to offer, they also have bags and shoes. If your one resourceful broad (or chap) take the time cause you just might find a Bally in there or even a Gucci with nary a scratch mark and no one's the wiser that it came from ukay republic. A friend, after having sworn me to secrecy on our doggies' grave (hehe), confessed that the long sleeve polos I've always admired her wearing are finds from segunda mano stores. Well, I''l be darned. Who would have thought that my fashion savvy friend sourced her threads this way? As she would say, nasa "carry" yan. I have but to agree, ukay or not, a fashionista will always be a fashionista even in these hardest of times.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Sangyaw and Pintados, the Battle...

A glance at the title would suggest that the words do not deserve to be in one sentence, at least from this blogger's point of view. This is for a number of reasons foremost of which is that both the Sangyaw and Pintados are celebration of a distinctly religious event, the feast of the Senyor Sto. Nino. Discord has marked this year's festivities and provided a damper in what should have been a unifying occasion for all Waraynons in the region.

A court case has been filed and a TRO (Temporary restraining order) has been issued by a local judge. A visibly irate local chief executive has threatened to hold those responsible for the TRO accountable and from the grapevine, I've heard that certain properties in the city are to be reverted back to the province.

As a backgrounder, the Pintados Kasadyaan is an annual parade in Tacloban held every 27th of June that began sometime in the late 80's and is meant to coincide with the city's annual fiesta. It is spearheeaded by the Pintados Foundation and the province of Leyte and showcases presentations from different towns and cities in region interpreting the pagans' deliverance by the Sto. Nino in the form of dance. When incumbent Mayor Alfred Romualdez became the city's chief, he reintroduced the Sangyaw, to be the main and focal point of the celebration of the city fiesta, the feast of the Senyor Sto. Nino. From that point on, a struggle seems to have emerged as to which of the two parades, the Sangyaw and Pintados Kasadyaan has the rightful claim as to to being the festival that truly represents the city's fiesta.

But 'nuf said, since I was not able to watch both parades I've included a link here where you can watch slide shows from the event. You may also click here for well-taken pictures of both events.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

When A Mall Becomes a Tourist Attraction

Robinsons Place Tacloban, located at Tabuan, Marasbaras, Tacloban City, opened its doors to the public last June 11, 2009. To say that it was one monumental event for the city is an understatement. It eclipsed even the holding of the Palarong Pabansa held recently this year. A major traffic jam caused a slowdown of vehicles on the road approaching the mall and the people inside would put fish in the sardines to shame. It felt like one big fiesta as whole families from nearby towns came on jeeps chartered solely for the trip to the mall. Going to Robinsons was an excursion, a pleasure trip and to be "in" you just had to be there.

As for this blogger, it seemed like a trip down memory lane not too many years ago when I was just fresh from college and was job-a-hunting in Manila. Too while away the time, I spent many hours in between interviews at big malls there and the experience inside Robinsons was just de ja vu. However, unlike its counterparts in Manila, the Robinsons mall here still has many vacant stalls and stores. Perhaps some are taking the "wait-and-see" attitude before making that investment to open a branch or store. The few brave ones, though, judging from the constant ringing of their cash registers for the two days I visited, seems to have made the right decision to gamble on the buying power and habits of the people of Eastern Visayas. I just hope that their good luck continues and their sales does not peter out once the novelty of a new and first mall does. Some of these "brave ones" are: Shakeys Pizza, The Travel Club, Jollibee, GUESS, Levi's Store, National Bookstore, Tom's World, Kamiseta, Book Sale, Gustavio's, Pino Fine Dining, Children's Place and the home or organic stores of Robinsons like Handy Man and Robinsons Supermarket and Department Store.

I stayed for only an hour as the crowd was too much for my clautrophobic taste but I left knowing that now, more than public parks, families can enjoy bonding moments in the cool comforts of Robinsons mall.

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Coming Very Soon..First True-blue Mall in Tacloban

Just three days more and Tacloban City, indeed the whole Eastern Visayas shall finally have its first honest-togoodness mall with the opening of Robinsons Place Tacloban on June 11, 2009. This has been a most awaited event in the city if not the whole region and malling is sure to become a family outing every weekends. For sure, this blogger will be there opening day to document everything for you and provide you with a first hand account...

Monday, May 25, 2009

Latest Update on the Ted Failon saga

The NBI-National Capital Region (NCR) office has released its findings on its investigation into the death of Trina A. Etong, better known as the wife of media personality Ted Failon (Teodoro Etong in real life) the results of which mirror what has been insisted all along by her family and friends: that a distraught Trina decided to take her own life in the confines of the bathroom of the bedroom of her daughter. The NBI came up with its findings after a thourough forensic, testimonial and psychiatric investigation into the circumstances surrounding Mrs. Etong's death who was found slumped in the bathroom with a gunshot wound to her head. She was barely breathing when found by her husabnd and some household help and soon succumbed to her injries a day later in the New Era Hospital to where she was immediately brought.

What followed was a veritable media circus and high drama with the Quezon City police district filing charges of obstruction of justice against Mr. Etong, his sister-in-law, Pamela Arteche and her siblings and some household help. Foul play was hinted at and Ted Failon came under scrutiny as a possible suspect.

With the release of the NBI report, it is hoped that the Etong family shall finally be left alone to heal. For them to start their road on understanding why a dearly beloved suddenly decided that life was better ended leaving heart ache and pain for those left behind for whom life still has to go on.

Monday, May 18, 2009

Twilight - My Take




As is my usual reading habit, I read the "Twilight" by Stephenie Meyer all through the night, stopping only when I had turned the last page, which was at about 4 a.m. the following day. The consequences were quite unhealthy. I woke up grumpy at 7 a.m. and got into an argument with my hubby who, (correctly, I admit) pointed out that my nocturnal reading lost me quality time with them (hubby and daughter) as I had to catch up on my sleep the whole afternoon. As if that was not quite a handful to deal with for a sleep-deprived person, I acquired a slight fever later in the day. All of which was reasons enough for me to make a resolution that no matter how engrossing a book might be, lights are out by midnight, or maybe 2 a.m.?

Going back to the vampire-meets-girl-vampire-and-girl-falls-in-love romance with a seemingly dark twist (what can you expect? its about blood sucking creatures for crying out loud), I found myself transported to my tween years when a "Sweet Dreams" novellete was a must-have in every girl's book arsenal (aside from the usual Archie comic books and Sweet Valley High tomes). Take away the fangs, supernatural powers and immortality and you will find the angsts exeprienced by Bella and Edward and most of the characters in "Twilight" strikingly similar to the less critically-acclaimed teen romance series. Fitting in, unrequited love (or admiration, better yet, crush as it was more colloqially termed in my time), ecstasy of realized mutuality in feelings, envy for the almost perfect girl or boy in campus and so many others all find its place in Ms. Meyer's book that's fast becoming a pop classic for this generation of teens and twentysomething (including my contempraries even). But before "Twilight" fans start throwing tomatoes at me, let me say that while this book reads in some parts like a sibling of my teen romance books of yore, it is so more and its thousand of fans that continues to grow in numbers shall fully agree. The prose is far superior and it is as engaging a book as can be with colorful characters and mythical creatures having lived more than a hundred years. As for the female protagonist, so many youngsters can empathize with her and (I suspect it is one of the reasons for the book's popularity) the story of the clumsy and can't-seem-to-fit-in-girl snagging the handsomest guy in school provides hope for some of the languishing wallflowers out there (although Bellas is no pushover in the looks department, having three other admirers apart from Edward, the main man). I particularly like the unique take on the demon-angel angle and treatment of the condemned immortals. Perfect and beautiful yet tragic in the sense that the thing that keeps them alive is what make them a most deplorable and feared creature.

Taken amidst this backdrop, the book, thus, manages, with flying colors, to rise above the usual clicheic teen romance and becomes the latest betseller's favorite with fave reviews to boot.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Did She or Didn't She?

Not since the day waiting for the b_ _ results was I this anxious and apprehensive hoping intensely for a favorable result. Okay, you win, yup, I am exaggerating, but I was on needles and pins two days ago watching my B_ _ take her entrance exams for nursery in a prep school in the city. I was afraid she would flunk it, although the chance of that happening was two in a thousand. Really, now, entrance exams for nursery?

Before you go up and say, "Gee, that mom doesn't have much confidence in her daughter", let me tell you why I was afraid.

Work has kinda doubled these past few weeks and while I believe in tutoring my kid, I felt nursery was no more than play school and kids should not be pressured academically at this stage in their education. Besides, a colleague once confided to me, for as long as they are ready to sit on the potty, they are ready for prep. In other words, I had no time to prepare B_ _ for her entrance exams and was not that inclined to do so vis - a -vis my beliefs about nursery school. But while I sat comfortably ensconced in this thinking, a friend told me that the school actually flunks kids and deny them admission. God forbid, B_ _ was not gonna suffer the indignity of being denied admission, not while I can help it. So, a day before the exams (work would not make me do it any earlier) me and my daughter crammed lessons in colors, shapes, counting and the basic question and answer (e.g. What is your name?, How old are you?).

Come exam day, B_ _ was so excited, she was going to school, so I told her. She behaved so beautifully, no crying and doing everything the teacher-examiner asked her to do. She kinda stumbled on the colors and shapes part, mistaking blue for violet, and calling the oblong bunay(egg), but over-all, I felt she was gonna ace it.

And she did. A month from now, my B_ _ is going to school and Mama couldn't have been more prouder.

Monday, May 11, 2009

Partners and Marriage

"Partners and Marriage"
by Eduardo Jose E. Calasanz

I have never met a man who didn’t want to be loved. But I have seldom met a man who didn’t fear marriage. Something about the closure seems constricting, not enabling. Marriage seems easier to understand for what it cuts out of our lives than for what it makes possible within our lives.

When I was younger this fear immobilized me. I did not want to make a mistake. I saw my friends get married for reasons of social acceptability, or sexual fever, or just because they thought it was the logical thing to do. Then I watched, as they and their partners became embittered and petty in their dealings with each other. I looked at older couples and saw, at best, mutual toleration of each other. I imagined a lifetime of loveless nights and bickering and could not imagine subjecting myself or someone else to such a fate.

And yet, on rare occasions, I would see old couples who somehow seemed to glow in each other’s presence. They seemed really in love, not just dependent upon each other and tolerant of each other’s foibles. It was an astounding sight, and it seemed impossible. How, I asked myself, can they have survived so many years of sameness, so much irritation at the other’s habits ? What keeps love alive in them, when most of us seem unable to even stay together, much less love each other ?

The central secret seems to be in choosing well. There is something to the claim of fundamental compatibility. Good people can create a bad relationship, even though they both dearly want the relationship to succeed. It is important to find someone with whom you can create a good relationship from the outset. Unfortunately, it is hard to see clearly in the early stages.

Sexual hunger draws you to each other and colors the way you see yourselves together. It blinds you to the thousands of little ! Things by which relationships eventually survive or fail. You need to find a way to see beyond this initial overwhelming sexual fascination. Some people choose to involve themselves sexually and ride out the most heated period of sexual attraction in order to see what is on the other side.

This can work, but it can also leave a trail of wounded hearts. Others deny the sexual side altogether in an attempt to get to know each other apart from their sexuality. But they cannot see clearly, because the presence of unfulfilled sexual desire looms so large that it keeps them from having any normal perception of what life would be like together.

The truly lucky people are the ones who manage to become long-time friends before they realize they are attracted to each other. They get to know each other’s laughs, passions, sadness, and fears. They see each other at their worst and at their best. They share time together before they get swept into the entangling intimacy of their sexuality.

This is the ideal, but not often possible. If you fall under the spell of your sexual attraction immediately, you need to look beyond it for other keys to compatibility. One of these is laughter. Laughter tells you how much you will enjoy each other’s company over the long term.

If your laughter together is good and healthy, and not at the expense of others, then you have a healthy relationship to the world. Laughter is the child of surprise. If you can make each other laugh, you canalways surprise each other. And if you can always surprise each other, you can always keep the world around you new.

Beware of a relationship in which there is no laughter. Even the most intimate relationships based only on seriousness have a tendency to turn sour. Over time, sharing a common serious viewpoint on the world tends to turn you against those who do not share the same viewpoint, and your relationship can become based on being critical together.

After laughter, look for a partner who deals with the world in a way you respect. When two people first get together, they tend to see their relationship as existing only in the space between the two of them. They find each other endlessly fascinating, and the overwhelming power of the emotions they are sharing obscures theoutside world. As the relationship ages and grows, the outside world becomes important again. If your partner treats people or circumstances in a way you can’t accept, you will inevitably come to grief. Look at the way she cares for others and deals with the daily affairs of life. If that makes you love her more, your love will grow. If it does not, be careful. If you do not respect the way you each deal with the world around you, eventually the two of you will not respect each other.

Look also at how your partner confronts the mysteries of life. We live on the cups of poetry and practicality, and the real life of the heart resides in the poetic. If one of you is deeply affected by the mystery of the unseen in life and relationships, while the other is drawn only to the literal and the practical, you must take care that the distance doesn’t become an unbridgeable gap that leaves you each feeling isolated and misunderstood. There are many other keys, but you must find them by yourself. We all have unchangeable parts of our hearts that we will not betray and private commitments to a vision of life that we will not deny. If you fall in love with someone who cannot nourish those inviolable parts of you, or if you cannot nourish them in her, you will find yourselves growing further apart until you live in separate worlds where you share the business of life, but never touch each other where the heart lives and dreams. From there it is only a small leap to the cataloging of petty hurts and daily failures that leaves so many couples bitter and unsatisfied with their mates.

So choose carefully and well. If you do, you will have chosen a partner with whom you can grow, and then the real miracle of marriage can take place in your hearts. I pick my words carefully when I speak of a miracle. But I think it is not too strong word. There is a miracle in marriage. It is called transformation. Transformation is one of the most common events of nature. The seed becomes the flower. The cocoon becomes the butterfly. Winter becomes spring and love becomes a child. We never question these, because we see them around us every day. To us they are not miracles, though if we did not know them they would be impossible to believe.

Marriage is a transformation we choose to make. Our love is planted like a seed, and in time it begins to flower. We cannot know the flower that will blossom, but we can be sure that a bloom will come. If you have chosen carefully and wisely, the bloom will be good. If you have chosen poorly or for the wrong reason, the bloom will be flawed. We are quite willing to accept the reality of negative transformation in a marriage. It was negative transformation that always had me terrified of the bitter marriages that I feared when I was younger. It never occurred to me to question the dark miracle that transformed love into harshness and bitterness. Yet I was unable to accept the possibility that the first heat of love could be transformed into something positive that was actually deeper and more meaningful than the heat of fresh passion. All I could believe in was the power of this passion and the fear that when it cooled I would be left with something lesser and bitter.

But there is positive transformation as well. Like negative transformation, it results from a slow accretion of little things. But instead of death by a thousand blows, it is growth by a thousand touches of love. Two histories intermingle. Two separate beings, two separate presence, two separate consciousnesses come together and share a view of life that passes before them. They remain separate, but they also become one. There is an expansion of awareness, not a closure and a constriction, as I had once feared. This is not to saythat there is not tension and there are not traps. Tension and traps are part of every choice of life, from celibate to monogamous to having multiple lovers. Each choice contains within it the lingering doubt that the road not taken somehow more fruitful and exciting, and each becomes dulled to the richness that it alone contains.

But only marriage allows life to deepen and expand and be leavened by the knowledge that two have chosen, against all odds, to become one. Those who live together without marriage can know the pleasure of shared company, but there is a specific gravity in the marriage commitment that deepens that experience into something richer and more complex.
So do not fear marriage, just as you should not rush into it for the wrong reasons. It is an act of faith and it contains within it the power of transformation. If you believe in your heart that you have found someone with whom you are able to grow, if you have sufficient faith that you can resist the endless attraction of the road not taken and the partner not chosen, if you have the strength of heart to embrace the cycles and seasons that your love will experience, then you may be ready to seek the miracle that marriage offers. If not, then wait. The easy grace of a marriage well made is worth your patience. When the time comes, a thousand flowers will bloom… endlessly.

(a score of marriage counselors couldn't have said it better, don't you agree? -waray in the city)

Monday, May 4, 2009

Carigara's New Town Kitchenette,Home of the Tasty Humba


Its unassuming signage that has remained unchanged


The entrance

Today I went to Carigara, Leyte to take care of the papers of a client and had the chance to return to a place filled with my fondest memories as a child. While certain smells can bring a sharp tinge of nostalgia, nothing can bring back times past stronger and faster then the place itself.

My father hailed from this town and spent most his life there before going on to Manila to take up college and eventually law. When he married, settled down with Mama in Tacloban City and my sisters and I came one after the other, he sent us all to Carigara to spend our summers there. Days would be filled swimming in the bay that fronted Lola's house followed by rides up and down the poblacion in the "pot-pot" (also known as the pedicab which is a bicycle attached to a side car).


A constant in our itinerary then was the New Town Kitchenette down in Brgy. San Mateo, the place where we always bought our supply of the tasty pastillas. Apart from the carabao's milk candies, it offers a very delicious humba (click here for recipe) that has become the favorite of travelers who ply the Southern route of Leyte. It is owned and run by the Cañamaque sisters who got so busy in their "kitchenette" that marriage plans seems to have been forgotten. They have remained "single and unattached" devoting their time and energies to making the delicious dishes that their homey and rustic restaurant has became famous for. Their place is one of the reasons why Carigara has remained to this day the halfway point for lunch and breakfast of weary travelers

On this particular trip, my father and I had again this nemesis of a dish of all hypertensives (it swims in a plate of fats) and the taste has remained. It was just as I remembered it of summers past and just as tangy and with a "melt in your mouth" consistency. Of course, Papa had to double his dosage of Adalat just to make sure his indulgence would not cost him a day in the hospital (knock on wood).

Monday, April 27, 2009

News from Home: Leyte Hosts Palarong Pambansa 2009

The Province of Leyte hosts this year's Palarong Pambansa, a competition among elementary and high school student all over the country in various sports starting April 27 to May 3, 2009. More than 20,000 delegate, coaches and school staff are set to participate this year and different schools and government facilities will be used for their accomodations. The Leyte Sports Development Center (better known as Grandstand) has been spruced up to the tune of millions where most of the sporting events such as swimming, track and field and volleyball to name a few will be held. For other games, the Badminton Republic, a private facility for paying members, the Leyte Park Hotel grounds, and the basketball gym over at the Provincial Capitol were utilized for the badminton, softball and basketball events, respectively.

Today, is the grand opening, although the games already started yesterday, with no less than Her Excellency, Gloria Macapagal Arroyo as Guest of Honor. Various cultural presentations representing the different towns of Leyte over at the Grandstand are expected to be culminated by a fireworks display in the evening at the RTR Park.

With all the fanfare, a fireworks of a decidedly different kind has been brewing between the DepEd, the lead government agency in charge of the event and Tacloban City officials led by Mayor Alfred Romualdez. Sol Matugas, the Regional Director for DepEd, this Region, was told by Sanggunian Panlalwigan in a signed resolution to explain, her comments on a national daily saying they (presumably the DepEd) would not need a permit for the parade on grand opening. It will be recalled that Mayor Romualdez opposed the holding of the event in the city and in fact declined to being co-host with the Province of Leyte.

With the huge number of delegates and other visitors including parents and chaperones of the athletes, Tacloban City is the direct beneficiary, economically speaking, of this year's hosting of the Palaro with all the hotels and lodging houses fully booked for the duration of the sporting competition. Bars, restaurants, coffee shops started showing a significant increase in custoners as early as a week before the start of the games when some of the delegations from the different regions started arriving. Jeepney drivers are more than happy with fully packed jeeps of commuting athletes and other delegates. And not to forget, the much needed publicity and opportunity for promoting the city and the province to the national landscape as the venue of a national event. All these make the hosting of this year's Palarong Pambansa worthwhile nothwithstanding all the backyard political feuds.

Monday, April 20, 2009

The Failon (Etong) Family Saga Update

Trinidad Arteche Etong, wife of ABS-CBN newscaster and DZMM talk show radio host, died Thursday night at exactly 8:50 in the evening, just minutes after two of her sisters and a brother were forcibly dragged away from the hospital where she was confined and brought to a Quezon City court for inquest proceedings. The manner that the Arteche siblings were arrested (without warrants) was captured on national television and elicited widespread sympathy for the family and outrage at the seemingly excessive force used by the Quezon City police in making the arrests. The scene of a grieving family pleading before the police that they be allowed to continue to be at the bedside of their sister who was battling for her life seemed to have had no effect on the arresting officers. As of this posting, those men in uniform have been suspended by the National Police Commission and investigation over the death of Mrs. Etong has been turned over to the NBI.

Yesterday, a forensic expert interviewed over television declared that forensic findings all point toward Mrs. Etong committing suicide. The entry wound, according to the expert, who was commissioned by Ted Failon to accompany the police gathering evidence at the scene of the "crime", was on the right side of the head of Failon's wife judging from the edges of the wound which curved inward and the exit wound was on the left side as its edges were turned outward. He also said that the gun was pointed perpendicular to the face of the victim bolstering the suicide theory as most suicides with a handgun is made that way.

The remains of Mrs. Etong lie in wake at Arlington Funeral Homes and shall be cremated this week.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

News From Home 1

"Ted Failon Suspect in Wife's Shooting"
This is one of the trade-offs of seeing your daughter happily clapping away at Walt Disney's Cinderella cartoon movie, not watching the news and missing the hottest and latest headline -grabbing story of the month. By 3pm, she has the television all to herself and Mama will just have to wait until B___ finds another diversion.

What was the story? Oh yes, suicide or foul play? That is the most nagging question on everyone nowadays as Ted Failon's wife lie in a hospital somewhere in Quezon City for injuries sustained from a gunshot wound in the head. Both the helpers of the Failon household and Ted Failon, a newscaster on one of the major television networks, say that it (gunshot wound) was self-inflicted with a sucide note apparently left by his wife to prove it. Police, however, state that it was a mere sorry note and could not be conclusively be taken as what it was claimed to be by Mr. Failon,

Based on the stories of the household helpers and Ted Failon, Trinidad Etong was found slumped 15 April 2009, Wednesday morning in a bathroom of the Failons' house bloodied with a gun at her side. Her husband, who just came from the radio station where he had his early morning program, along with his driver and his wife's sister brought her to the hospital where she is now in critical condition. Recent updates have reported that doctors have now declared her as "brain dead".

Police noted certain inconsitencies in the statements of the household helpers and is currently conducting further investigation. As of posting time, Ted Failon has not yet been cleared of his wife's shooting and his driver and helpers has been charged for obstruction of justice for cleaning the bathroom which was the scene of the alleged shooting as well as the vehicle which was used to transport Mrs. Etong to the hospital.

Ted Failon is actually a Waraynon, a native of Tacloban City and was a popular radio broadcaster in the city in his earlier years before he hit it big time in Manila. He was known then by his true name, Larry Etong. He ran for Congressman in the First Congressional District of Leyte against the incumbent Alfred Romualdez, who is now the present city mayor, during the 2001 local elections and won. He opted, however, to return to newscasting over at ABS-CBN and forego re-election where he has been up to this time and can be seen on its daily evening news program, "TV Patrol World".

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

From Sweet to Bittersweet

I just came from court this morning and while waiting for my case to be called, I got to hear the testimony of a husband in a protection order case. I was seated beside the wife in the gallery section as the lawyer's table was already full and I was able to observe her demeanour as her husband talked about their marriage that had gone sour. Her face was blank and expressionless with a grunt every now and then with what I surmised was her disbelief at what was being said on the witness stand.

They had a teen age daughter who looked very much like her father and was also present in court that day. I wonder how she felt hearing him say such unsavory things about her mother in front of so many people. Her face was also bereft of any emotion, as if it was but a stranger who was now testifying and she a mere observer and not his child. Was it a front, or was she just so used already of the usual animosity between her parents? I could only guess as I have not read the records of their case nor heard previous testimony. But it is more likely the latter as they would not have gone to this point if it was otherwise, to have the dirty linen of your private life put on display for all the people who go to court to hear.

After his testimony, I watched the husband as he got down from the stand and made his way through the gallery. He had to pass by us, me and his wife as we were seated at the edge of one of the benches. Both avoided each other's glances and if I had not known any better I would have thought they hardly knew each other. Such apathy on faces which in earlier and happier times showed so much love, I would like to imagine. For what other reasons is there for one to enter into a lifetime convenant? Yes, lifetime here in our country as divorce is not legal and judging from the influence of the Catholic Church on our political affairs, might never be, at least in the immediate future.

I was quite sad for them both and their children who had to suffer the indignities of such a public scuffle. But that is life and marriage, a series of both right and wrong choices and the children become collateral damage.

Welcome to another day of drama in Family Court.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Lent, the Essence of Christianity

Jesus Christ died on the cross for us, sinners, so we can be redeemed and this Lenten season we are reminded of that supereme sacrifice of the Lord. This week is one of reflection and before you hit the beach or take that long ride out of town for some r and r, perhaps it would do us some good if we enrich our spirituality first. Attending a retreat or recollection is recommended as great food for the soul. Now is also the time to realize the meaning of sacrifice even as for some it may go as easy as foregoing meat and for others as extreme as self-flagellation.

Visitas Iglesias, which is doing the Stations of the Cross in seven different churches, starts tomorrow. Then on Friday a re-enactment of the crucifixion is staged in the town of Palo, Leyte which has become a tourist attraction as much as a religious event.

Right now I'm still at the office, hoping that my "mag-ama" gets home in time before the big rush of everyone off from work.

Monday, March 30, 2009

The Many Beautiful Uses for Banig







I recently went to Cebu City for a convention and during my stay at my aunt's home, I immediately noticed a quaint and pretty bag she hung in the guest bedroom. It's a bag made of banig which she bought at Eva Adona's shop in Basey, Samar when she visited relatives (our side) last month. It would look great with a summer outfit and is a steal at P450.00.

Banig is actually the end-product of tikog, a reed plant that grows in forests and riceland. The stems are dried and then flattened to be woven into the finished product which is the banig. The banig was mostly used as a sleeping mat but budding entrepreneurs such as the Adona couple of Basey, Samar saw the potential of the material and parlayed this business "third-eye" into a thriving handicraft business exporting products to the United States and other countries apart from the local market.

Ms. Adona's store is chockfull of handicfrafts made from the versatile banig. She has floormats, rugs and slippers as well as other household items made more colorful with dye-soaked banig. Auntie B___ also bought a a geometric-designed circular rug which she used in her lanai. Its a good alternative to the more popular Persian rugs for household with asthma sufferers like mine.

(Some information sourced from www.truthforce.info)

Monday, March 23, 2009

Zumarraga, the land of broken promises


Zumarraga wharf


Old man of the sea, he steered the boat we rode for Zumarraga


Lonely fisherman


Rock formation

Two weeks ago I was asked by my boss to represent him at an event in Zumarraga, Samar. I was quite excited to do this as I have never gone there before and in my research over the Internet I learned that the island-municipality was a naturally beautiful place.

We went via Babatngon, Leyte which is a half hour trip from Tacloban, after which we then rode a motorized boat owned by the family of the mayor which was docked at the Babtngon wharf. The latter's personal secretary welcomed us aboard who proved to be a very able and amiable host. Embarking,I immediately noticed two armed camouflaged men on the boat, perhaps an indication of the bitter political rivalry that is known to exits between the local leaders of Zumarraga and Daram, both island towns that are figuratively a stone's throw from each other.

The trip from Babatngon took almost two hours and along the way we were treated to scenic sights that our host pointed out and named for us. There was the rock stone formations similar to that of Marabut, Samar; white sand beaches that looked deserted except for a few huts, and the ruins of a Spanish garrison meant to deter marauders of the sea.

The waters leading to Zumarraga is a deep emerald green and this could be the reason why the town is sometimes referred to as an emerald of the sea. Yet despite its natural bounty, the municipality has fallen way, way behind in terms of economic progress and the people trapped in a bucolic and yet stale existence. It was once the center of fishing trade in the islands of Samar and Leyte supplying the needs of Tacloban and Catbalogan. But now the fishes are not as abundant as before, the result of enviromental neglect and abuse. Dynamite fishing was said to be rampant and destroyed most of the corals that served as the homes for most of the sea life.

Yet despite the sad tale of the fishes gone elsewhere, the beauty of Zumarraga remain and the smiles on the faces of its people optimistic. Perhaps one day, the promises given would be kept and the waters would teem again with the bounty of the sea.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Charges filed against blogger...

A hazard of the trade has just become very real. Last week, a fellow blogger was charged for libel before the courts of law. That means the charges against her (she's an eighteen year old blogger) has been elevated from the prosecutor's office to the court. A full blown hearing is expected (if its not dismissed by the judge) and this blogger shall surely be watching its progress.
I cannot say much about it (the post subject of the libel case) as everything is now sub judice but in my opinion its a case of David versus Goliath. A teenager against a family of politicians and government bigwigs, but then the truth shall set you free. We call it the proof of truth and its a major line of defense in libel cases. So, whoever is telling the truth has the upper hand.

I receive this piece of news with mixed feelings. I have always been a firm believer of writing with responsibility and bloggers are not exempt. Unlike, however, with major dailies and publications, not all bloggers come equipped with a a full legal team to evaluate all articels (in this case posts) to check if its libel-free. Everything sometimes become free-wheeling and some bloggers become vulnerable to lawsuits and, worse, criminal charges. So what's the solution? Bloggers should be treated differently from the mainstream media and have a separate set of standards owing to the very unique features of the Internet which is the bloggers venue. I'm not saying that they should be treated with kid's gloves but legislation should be made recognizing that the Internet is not the mainstream media and that not all who post on the Internet are journalists. We have a lot of wise guys in government, they are sure to figure something out, meanwhile bloggers should now beware. Not everyone have a good sense of humour.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

The Final Encore...Francis M

Mga Kababayan Ko
"Mga kababayan ko, nais ko ng malaman niyo
Bilib ako sa kulay ko
Ako ay Pilipino

Kung may itim at may puti
Mayroon naman kayumanggi
Isipin mo na kaya mo
Abutin ang yong minimithi..."

(Rough translation, as in real rough)

My fellow countrymen, I just wanted you to know
I am proud of my color
I am a Filipino
In a world of white men and black men
The brown race also exists
Just think you can
And your dreams shall be within reach

This song was all the rage then back in my senior year in high school and signalled the start of the rise of Francis Magalona's star in Philipine pop music. With songs like "Mga Kababayan Ko", "Kaleidoscope World" "Man From Manila", "Ito Ang Gusto Ko" all original compositions teeming with patriotic fervor, he established his foothold as the Master Rapper and King of Pinoy rap.

Now, the kingdom is without a king and the Master Rapper is gone.

In the early afternoon of March 6, 2009, the "Man From Manila" lost his battle with leukemia, barely a year after being diagnosed with the terminal illness. He left behind his wife, Pia Arroyo and eight children and memories of a life lived with passion as well as a legacy of Filipino music that shouts, yes, I am a Filipino, and I am proud...

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Im Now Up In Stitches Laughing

As I write, people in the office are wondering if I've just had one cuckoo fly over my nest. You see, I'm now reading the "the heckler's" blog and it has gotten me up in stitches...laughing all by my lonesome. This guy's humor is something although I daresay the subject of his satire don't really find it funny...Excuse me while i go...hahaha, that sure is funny about the Alabang boys firing their lawyer.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

News from Home - the first


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When I started this blog I wanted it to be something for all the Waray-warays out there - "out" there being the big, big world of Cyberspace-. I did not consciously have the the overseas Waray as the target readers, just anyone who had the distinction of having ties and roots in the two islands of Samar and Leyte, of course, Biliran too, although they speak a different dialect altogether. But somewhere along the way, most of the feedback I got was from Waraynons now-based abroad. In their comments and e-mails I could clearly discern a deep longing for home and anything that reminds them of it. My entry on the flavors of Leyte and Samar had a Waraynon transplanted to the land of kiwis drooling as he recalled breakfasts of sapsap (native dried fish) dipped in coconut vinegar and a Fil-Am from Florida who stumbled upon this blog through Google search commented on how my teaser on the alat (basket carried on the back filled with fruits and vegetables) brought back memories of a childhood when the basket represented a means of livelihood. Homesickness indeed finds its cure in the familiar and I have hoped that in my own little way that through this blog I have helped eased that longing.

So it is with the Waraynon abroad in mind that I have started a regular feature of this blog, "News from Home" which will carry tidbits of news which will keep everyone abreast of development here in Waray country. I plan to have it on a bi-weekly basis but bear with me if I can't really keep up with that schedule (still got a day job to do). I will try to make the most of my free time and be a"Korinna Sanchez" on the side (minus of course her logistics). Now if I can only perfect that multitasking bit...

Monday, March 2, 2009

The Waves of Calico-an Island


World-class facilities of Surf Camp


Infinity pool at the Surf Camp in Calico-an Island


Sometime in April last year, my friends and I went on a trip to Sulangan, a tiny islet at the tip of the province of Eastern Samar to visit the Church of St. Anthony de Padua. The twin images (one on each side of the altar) of the patron saint of desperate cases is known all over Eastern Visayas to grant the fervent wishes of its devotees and judging from the flocks that attends the masses held there, it is safe to surmise that many prayers has found answers after a call to St. Anthony for intercession.

We came on a Saturday and arrived just in time for the nine o'clock mass after departing from Tacloban City at 6:00 a.m., with a brief stop over at Jasmin Resort in the town of Marabut. I saw familiar faces from the city in an "out-of-town folks"-dominated church crowd. Like us, they all came with the hope of answered prayers whispered into the image of St. Anthony. Indeed, faith in a power greater than all of us is a most strong presence in the Filipino's way of life

As if to reward the piousness of the faithful who come to Sulangan, they are treated to an awesome sight of sea and surf as the island of Calico-an is just a 100 meter steel bridge away. In fact before you get to the pilgrim site, you pass by this white sand beach fringed town, a lovely welcome indeed for a spiritual journey for more than anything else, food for the soul was our main reason for coming and the beautiful sight an added bonus.

So just how beautiful is Calico-an? If your a surf lover just like most of the foreigners we saw there, the place where the Pacific rolls its waters is perfect for you. They say the best time for surfing is in the months of November, December and January where the waves are most high and just right for riding. But for a non-swimmer like me, it seemed intimidating even in on a warm month of summer. So me and my friends contented ourselves just listening to the ocean roar while having lunch in one of the restaurants that dot the seascape. Nothing like the sounds of the sea to relax and calm your senses. (During a second trip I made the following month, my family and I stayed at the cove-ringed part of the island where the lagoons allowed for some swimming, and yes, the sand was just as powdery white)

We earlier planned on having our lunch at the Surf Camp (a resort developed by the Aboitiz group) but it was closed at that time. However, the alternative, which was a resto-cum-small-resort, proved to be a blessing in disguise. Its prices were quite reasonable and the food filling, tasty and the straight-from-the-sea fresh. We (five of us) had kinilaw (ceviche) na tangigue, sinigang na lapu-lapu (grouper) , and adobong pusit (squid) all at a surprising P650.00 ($14.13) !!! I wish I could say the same for the room rates, at P3,000.00 ($65.21) per, its quite expensive. But then again with a view of the ocean and the sound of the waves, to quote that famous credit card company's line, the room's natural amenities are "priceless".

Tummies full, we started on the trip back home planning to go back as soon as schedules permitted (So far, it has remained just that, plans, with my friends that is)

So it was that a trip to the Church of St. Anthony de Padua came as a blessing in more ways than one.

Leyte and Samar's Delicacies

They say, "a way to a man's heart is through his stomach". Well, let me put a new twist to that and say: "the key to a people's soul is their food" (no literary ryhmes shnimes there, but it will do). Indeed, much can be said about a place through a sampling of their dinner table's fare. You have the very precise cuts and shapes of Japanese cuisine which says much of how meticulos the peole from the land of the rising sun are. And how can we forget the native land of sexy Marimar, Mexico with its hot and spicy tacos and nachos?
As promised, here is a post of delicacies and delectable offerings from the islands of Leyte and Samar. Just like Waraynons who are happy and joy-loving people, you will find that most of their food complement a favorite pastime, drinking sessions with the ever-present tuba (native drink taken from the juice of the still uopened coconut bud).

But first, a word of thanks to Mr. Bimbo Tan, OTOP Coordinator from DTI-Region VIII. I borrowed his collection of photographs taken by by Mr. Joe Barrera, likewise of the OTOP Program, documenting the different OTOP products in a 10 day road trip around the region. What follows is a veritable "movable" feast for the eyes. For the information of the many, OTOP stands for One-Town-One-Product, a program of the Department of Trade and Industry wherein a product of each town is picked, showcased and given technical assistance.


Binagol



To begin our food trip, let me start with a personal favorite the binagol, pride of Dagami. The fruit of the "tree of life" is one of its main ingredients. This is not surprising, as said in my earlier posts, the coconut is abundant in this parts of the country. My childhood is rife with the memories of this sticky concoction ensconced in a coconut shell which my paternal lola (she has since passed away) meticulously wrapped in boxes meant for my uncle in Manila.. She would always leave two for me and my sisters to chomp on during our summers by her place in Carigara. You may find these in sidewalks just below Gaisano at the Shopping Center but it is always wiser to buy from a suki or straight from the source in Dagami. Another just as tasty alternative are by-the-roadside-stalls in Calbiga, Samar where its version might just take the word Dagami from binagol and replace it with its own.




Chocolate moron

Bearing no resemblance to its English namesake, another Waray delicacy is the moron – sourced mostly from the town of Abuyog, Leyte. It is a also a dessert of coconut strips and as well as pilit, Philippine fancy rice. Just like most of its sweeter cousins, the moron is prepared using the giniling (milled) method. Not to sweet for it to be banned from the diabetic's table, it retains the flavor of coconut meat and the stickiness of its glutinous rice.

Sapsap

Going into the coast of Carigara Bay, you come along its favored method of preserving fish, drying their catch in the sun with a generous sprinkling of table salt. The market of this town is lined with stall selling all kinds of bulad. There is the sapsap and the dilis, to name a few. It is quite salty and not recommended for hypertensives. Nevertheless, compared to what's sold in the rest of the province, the dried fish of Carigara is still the least in salt content. It is to be expected as most of the people living here derive their livelihood from the bountiful harvests of the sea. Many balikbayans would love to bring this back home with them but it seems foreigners finds its smell offensive. Some even mistook the fumes of frying of bulad as that of a dead rat. But that’s another story. Really, perhaps its an acquired taste, but I do love the smell of bulad in the morning.




Pastillas

Apart from its bulad, Carigara is also known for its tasty pastillas made from pure carabao's milk. I am always reminded by my cousins in Cebu to bring along a pack when I come to visit them. I would end up buying two as I was tempted to finish one whole pack all by my lonesome. There are imitations, ones made from condensed milk and the city shops are littered with them. Its the carabao's milk that makes all the difference so if its not made from it, the taste is really different, it becomes too sweet. So you are sure of getting the real deal, a trip to Carigara would be worth it to buy your stock. My regular suki is Mana Lumen, you cannot be wrong with her pastillas as it is really made of carabao's milk. She lives and cooks her stuff at the Poblacion in Carigara. Just ask for her house from the pedicab driver.

As if the salty fried fish was not enough, I also have an addiction to sisi. This product of shells that sticks to rocks, which also goes by the handle "rock oysters", is one of my usual request when my friend goes home to Catbalogan. It is very cheap, Php50.00 a bottle. But you have to wash it very well as it is very salty. It serves as a very good appetizer and goes well with a dash of calamansi.

The taste of the islands is one unique experience, the different flavors a reflection of the town's unique culture and heritage. For inquiries on where to order, e-mail me at waray_ako_2008@yahoo.com so I can give you recommended stores and sources. (photos courtesy of Mr. Tan)

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Friendster vs. Facebook..here in da Philippines

I have just succumbed to the proddings of my ka-berk and broke my self-imposed limit on one social networking for the self rule. I believed that being on Friendster was enough and getting on another social site would take too much of my time. I didn't want to leave Friendster as my labor of love was there, my very first blog site, thus two was definitely more than I could handle. But after hearing so much about Facebook on the Net, the television and from friends, I decided to give this Harvard graduate's creation a try. Well, so far so good, I'm enjoying it. Perhaps its in the layouting too but the applications are such that its so user-friendly compared to Friendster. The updates are strategically located in the center of the page and grabs your attention. It also has a better application for finding friends and its "what are you doing now?" feature is really fun. The only downside though is that it has no space for a blog which is what has tied me to Friendster.

So which is better? The jury is still out but judging from the many Facebook converts, the verdict is not that hard to guess.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

International Foodie Show Goes to Manila

I just wanted to contribute my two centavos worth of national pride. How? By telling (informing is more apt, kinda lazy today to make a real full-length post about it) you about the Philippine episode of of Anthony Bourdain's cooking show, "No Reservations". Yup, your right, a whole hour is dedicated to showcasing some "gritty but tasty" (his words) Filipino food fare. Perhaps it can entice some of you to make that plannned trip for home if only to savor true-blue Filipino dishes again. One can catch his show on the Travel Channel and its Philippine episode premiered last February 16 in the US. Too bad, cable's not available at my parent's house (some household oversight) so I would have to look for a link on the Internet. Anyway, to read more about it, click here and drool :-).

Thursday, February 12, 2009

This One's for the Books


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I don't know if this guy in robes has lost his marbles, is a Weberian fanatic, or has had a particularly most rigid toilet training but this judge's ruling on ownership of stairs in an apartment building is one of the most absurd one I've read all my life. Maybe the judge was trying to be funny but one's thing for sure, if all courts were headed by someone like him, then God help us.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Native Bags



Don't you just find these bags lovely? They are made from indigenous materials such as tikog (the material used for banig) and abaca. You may find these at the Pasalubong Center just beside the Cebu Pacific office at the Tacloban City airport. Grab one and support the local economy. For bulk order, click here to contact suppliers.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Be Wary of Texting and Calling Taxi Drivers


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I just read an article on a newspaper today that get me really disturbed. So disturbed in fact that I just had to make a post about it.

The Philippine Star, a national daily, ran a a story about a Filipino-American, a Harvard law student at that, who got robbed in the taxi he was riding from the airport by the taxi driver no less. It was his first trip here in the Philippines and I'm really sad that it had to happen then. I bet my first thousand dollars on Sponsored Reviews.com( if I ever get to earn that much) that he will think a thousand times before he makes a second trip here.

From that article, I made the following tips for would be travelers, especially those hailing a taxi from the airport:

1. Ride in airport-affiliated taxis only, more so if your all by your lonesome. It might be more expensive but in the long run its definitely worth it;

2. Keenly observe the taxi driver for any suspicious behaviour (e.g. surreptious glances in the rear view mirror) most especially if he starts calling and texting (this is what happened to the hapless Fil-Am of this post), once this happens think fast on how to get off the taxi or at least call someone for help;

3. Have the security guard at the airport take down the license plate, taxi number and ID of the driver, if the cabbie refuses to give his ID, be wary and don't ride his cab (better safe then sorry);

4. Ride only those cabs with the drivers' identification prominently displayed on the front; and

5. Finally, to be truly safe, have someone pick you up at the airport.

Stories like this truly make me sad for it drives away people who would have come to see our beautiful country if not for this bad lemons in our basically friendly basket of hospitable people. I do hope the authorities catch these bandits masquerading as cabbies.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Pay for Blogging?!

Some genius bureaucrat has cooked this "wonderful" idea of charging certain fees for anyone who posts "content" on the Internet. What does this mean? Simple, bloggers will now have to pay a certain amount in order to continue posting. I just hope that this is a bonafide way to generate revenue and not some thinly-disguised ploy at censorship on the world wide web. As for this blogger, it could mean the possibility of closing up soon. Generating some of the posts here in "adventures of waray in the city" already entails some cost which I never recover as this site does not earn ad revenue. To pay fees on top of it all would be too much down the end of a cost-benefit ratio in maintaining this blog. That would really be sad as this blog and its readers has become very much a part of my life. Anyway, let's await and see further developments. News on blogging community has it that today is the start of a series of public hearings at the National Telecommunications Office (the Philippine regulatory body on all wireless communication and information technology) on this proposal.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

The "Bees" Beat Them All in the Sinulog

Tribu Buyugan of Abuyog, Leyte with its story of "bees" and their conversion to the "faith of the Holy Child" bagged the grand prize in the free interpretation category of the recent Sinulog Festival of Cebu City.

Apart from getting the judges' nod for their interpretation and choreogrpahy, Tribu Buyugan got the crowd all revved up and won third prize in the street dancing category.

Personally, I have witnessed them perform in the local Leyte Pintados Kasadyaan Festival and I do agree with the judges' choice, their the best and one of the mostest dance contingent in the country.

(Source: Leyte-Samar Daily Express, January 20, 2009)

Monday, January 19, 2009

An Afro-American in the White House

Decades ago, if I told you someone of African descent would become President of the United States, you would have laughed me off and dismissed my thoughts as pure fantasy incapable of becoming reality in the midst of the then socio-political realities. But now, I daresay AMERICA, you have come a long way from the days of segregated schools and buses as today history is being made. Hours from now as I write, Barack Obama, President-elect would become Barack Obama, 44th President of the United States of America with his inauguration at the Capitol Hill in Washington D.C.

A truly eloquent man, history will now judge you just as you made history and the whole world watches with bated breath to see if the words indeed truly fit the man and the speeches is but a peek into the action that is to come. Translated: Can he deliver the goods and lift America and with it the world from the worst economic crisis in years?

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Rumble in the Golf Course

After the pepper spray incident at the Embassy at the Fort in Taguig City, now this, a brawl over golf etiquette, rules, etc. in the enclave and gaming grounds of the rich and famous. I have never played golf and thus, am clueless of whatever rules that must be followed but one thing seems to be clear about all this brouhaha involving a high-ranking government official, the gentlemen's sport is not all played by gentlemen. Actually, before I read about this incident I never associated the word "flights" outside that of airplanes, airports and the clear blue sky and in my driving and commuting world "overtaking" is the norm and does not require prior consent. In the golfing world, it is quite different and driving your golf clubs on a tee without shouting "fore" and "overtaking" a prior "flight" can lead to violent consequences as the dela Paz vs. Pangandaman family saga has shown.

Here's the side of the family who alleged being beat up by the family of the cabinet secretary. To get that of the government functionary, visit the phlippine daily inquirer web site.

As of date, talks of an amicable settlement are floating. Tsk,tsk, tsk...This is what happens when tempers flare and all that power goes into your head.

Sunday, January 4, 2009

December Weddings

Apart from June, December has always been a favorite month for weddings here in the Philippines. It is most practical as it is the time of the year when most Filipinos come home for the longest Christmas season celebrated in the whole world and the future bride and groom are most assured that most of their loved ones from all over would be present to witness this memorable event in their lives.

Truly well-planned weddings would not be complete without hiring a professional photographer to cover and immortalize this, hopefully, once in a lifetime milestone. Here in Leyte, we have at par, if not better wedding lensmen who capture your wedding moments with an artistic eye and an instinct of the perfect shot.

Too bad I discovered this after my own wedding, for I would have loved having my wedding portrait done as beautifully as this:


(Photo courtesy of D. Martinez)