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Thursday, March 30, 2006

PhP9,000.00 na lang ang pera ko. Kulang pa na pambayad sa VISA due ko na PhP11,221.00. Pero oks lang, may darating naman na productivity incentive bonus (PIB) at per diem dahil sa pagsama ko sa AdCom sortie sa Aklan.

Yan ang panimula kong statement kasi biglang parang di ko alam kung ano ang isusulat ko.

Parang di ko trip batikusin ang mga usual kong topics tulad nila GMA, Palparan, Alex Magno, etc. Pero baka rin mamaya, habang dumadaloy ang sulatin ko na 'to, ay mabatikos ko rin sila directly or indirectly.

Tagal ko ring di nagsulat dito sa blog, yung last na update, sabi, ay Pebrero pa, pero di naman ako ang gumawa nun kundi ang butihin kong misis. Pero oks na rin yun. Pero dahil nga sa napakatagal ko na na hindi nagsusulat dito, parang bumubulwak sa dami ang gusto kong isulat, na ang nagiging bottomline ay mental block at ang kawalan ng maisulat. Tsk.

Bigla kong naalala yung rap line na, "Iwaksi, mga punyetang walang identity! Iwaksi, mga punyetang walang identity! Iwaksi, mga punyetang walang identity! Kasi putang ina nyo wala kayong silbi!"

Wala lang. Naalala ko lang.

Gutom ba ito o ano? Kumain naman ako kaninang umaga ng lagpas sa limang pirasong pan de sal at uminom ako ng tirang Milo na ginawa ni misis kagabi. Napansin ko dun sa pan de sal, napakaliit na talaga. Kanino kayang kasalanan ang pagliit ng pan de sal, sa panadero, sa mamimiling katulad ng pamilya ko, sa kumakain na katulad ko, sa DTI o kay PGMA? Ewan ko.

Parang nawawalan na ako ng gana ng mag-apply sa Globe Telecom ng postpaid subscription. Well, una, kapos sa budget at pangalawa, karagdagang bayarin na naman yun. Although, parang sa ngayon na prepaid ako, parang malaki rin ang gastos ko, eh baka lalong mas mapalaki ang gastos ko pag-postpaid. Pero di naman ako nagsasalita ng patapos. Baka sa mas masusing cosy-benefit analysis, ay manaig pa rin yung desisyon na mag-apply ng postpaid line.

Napakahusay talaga kinakainan ko sa may kanto. Biro mo, PhP35.00 lang, kumpleto na ang tanghali mo. PhP35.00 = longsilog with fried rice, sabaw and Coke Sakto. The best. Si Eduardow Oda ang nagpakilala sa kin ng lugar na yun. Dun nga ako kakain mamayang lunchtime eh. Mga 35 minutes pa bago mangyari yun.

I-post ko muna itong article na to para oks. Sulat na lang ako ulit.

Thursday, July 28, 2005

Thanks to a firmer resolve not to write TOO much about politics, I shall begin to share my thoughts on being a newbie wife, on my life as a married woman, on my journey towards a promising career (and an agency of my choice hopefully!) and the snippets of wisdom and wit I gather here and there.

However, when there is that urge to wrote about the "world", I shall strive and give my best to loosen up a bit and lighten things up. (wink.)


July 25 SONA. Woke up early to prepare things that Bats would be bringing with him.

  • Shirts (3) - check!
  • Alcohol - check!
  • Wet ones - check!
  • Tubao (2) - check!
  • Jacket (water-proof) - check!
  • Umbrella - check!
  • Cap - check!
  • cupcakes (3) - check!
  • bimpo (2) - check!
When he came out from the shower, Bats couldn't believe the bulk he would be bringing. Nonetheless, I knew he was happy. I told him, "So you know the difference between being single and having a wife." While I was being the dutiful, pampering wife, deep inside, I was concerned, worried and a bit scared. Bats was going to battle. My tibak hubby is back.

We all know what happened during the SONA and what transpired in the streets (as covered by media). However, I have always believed that "THE TRUTH SHALL SET US FREE" thus I am going to share with you some photos and correct some figures that have been said in the news.

The PNP is always asked by media on crowd estimates. They reported 30,000. Media people also do their own estimates. They said between 20,000-40,000. The real figure: 80,000++ people, not including those who were "pro-ERAP, UNO and PMAP.
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Tibak din ako. Back in college, I used to join rallies. Part of the SOPs for mobilizations is to report on the warm bodies that are actually present in a delegation. In that anti-GMA protest, people mobilized in UP and their numbers have already been accounted for. They spent the night over in UP in an anti-GMA concert cum cultural night. Despite the rains that night, people were pouring in. Please do not think that I'm bluffing. I don't bluff, and I was there.

While the anti-GMA crowd were barred from proceeding to Batasan, they continued to hold their program for the day. These are the pictures of those killed by the military during "zoning" (while these men and women were organizing communities, teaching kids, etc.) in Samar and Mindoro.
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One cannot fully imagine one's grief over a loved one's death, moreso if they were killed mercilessly and violently. Three (3) of my 2nd-degree male cousins suffered the same fate. Kuya E was a very active organizer. He was missing for the longest time until our family learned that he was dead. His body was never found. His younger brother, E, took after his Kuya. He was also into community organizing. While on "duty" (teaching farmers), some military men pounced on him, dragged him and beat him black and blue. Hindi pa nakuntento, kinaladkad nila si E habang ito'y lupaypay, duguan at halos wala ng ulirat. His body was missing for days (or weeks, this escaped me now.) but his body was later found (so our family was able to give him a decent burial). I didnt know about it then but from what I learned, his wake and his actual burial were attended by the community he organized and his peers. May mga militar pang nakaronda sa barangay namin. "Under surveillance" daw ang buong pamilya namin.

The latest death was as tragic. T was found dead someplace so his body was brought to the morgue to be identified. Since he has been missing for days already, his parents were already searching funeral homes and vacant lots. (For a family whose tibak relatives have been under military watch, what would instinct tell you when your son is missing?)

I was told that my Tita wailed like mad when she saw the toes of the body to be identified. (Remember, bodies are covered.) She knew in her gut it was her son.

While there are some who do not fully comprehend why people go out to the streeets, there are those that continue to resort to mobs to air out their concerns. There are realities that we do not understand because it is not "close to home" but I pray that in your heart, you will attempt to understand.


Kissing Bats goodbye as he leaves for UP seemed like a spiked string tugging my heart. As I watched him walk farther from me, I offered a silent prayer to Him. "Please take care of Bats. Please guide the people as they fight for justice. Please be in their midst. Let Your Light shine upon us all."

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While Bats was in the streets, I kept him posted as I monitored the SONA coverage. I updated him on what PGMA said, on how the audience were, including how distinctly different Drilon and de Venecia's reactions were.

I realized that while Bats and I opted to go on distinctly separate paths that time, our end-journey was the same. We both aspire for a better country, for a decent, just society where all men and women have respect for one another regardless of social and class differences.

That July 25 SONA was remarkably a commencement of how our life (of togetherness) would be. Towards a progressive life for our children. For the country.

Written on 27 July 2005 (Pie Maraya-Lucero)

Sunday, July 03, 2005

Finally. c",)!

Ikinasal na kami ng aking pinakamamahal na karelasyon, kaibigan at kasama, si She. !(=

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Nakakatuwa kasi andaming challenges (financially and logistically) na kinaharap namin since the start ng aming preparations para sa kasal, kahit mismo sa araw ng kasal, pero na-pull off namin ang wedding namin. c",)!

Pwede na kaming maging wedding coordinator actually. Hehe! !(=

Ngayon, we'll start na with our married life and kampante naman ako, although i'm sure mas madami pa challenges na darating, na kakayanin namin yun lahat ni She kasi matatag kami bilang mag-partner at suportado namin ang isa't isa. Yun naman ang mahalaga sa isang relasyon eh. c",)!

Ang susunod na "project" ay ang pagbi-baby. c",)! Excited na rin ako sa thought na magkakaroon na ako ng anak! !(=

Sa landas na amin pang tatahakin, nawa ay magkaroon kami ng magandang DHM para mag-complement ito sa mga adhikain naming mag-asawa. c",)!

At siempre pa, padayon pa rin sa pag-aambag ng aming sarili, isip at gawa, para sa pagbabago ng lipunan. Sana ay mas lumaki pa ang partisipasyon namin sa malawakang adhikain na ito. c",)!

Di ko man ma-articulate ang sarili ko sa sulating ito, masayang-masaya ako sa mga pangyayari sa buhay namin ni She at ngayong napanday na ang aming pagsasama, inaasahang kong mas magiging mayaman pa ang aming pagmamahalan at magiging progresibo ang aming relasyon. Syempre pa, magkasama kami sa pagpapaunlad naming ito ng sarili, relasyon at pamilya. c",)!

I love you very much, She! (mwah!) (hug!)

Tuesday, June 28, 2005

This is my last day sa office before I take an 8-working day leave. c",)!

What can I say. !(=

I'm getting married na this Friday, 01 July 2005 at the Edsa Shrine. Happy! c",)!

It's really great DHM coz I have She, my love, partner and comrade. c",)!

We're hoping we have great DMH too come Friday. !(=

I'm really excited!


Tuesday, December 07, 2004

Eto ang una kong blogartik mula nung huli kong sinulat noong ika-18 ng Nobyembre 2004.

Marami na ring nangyari mula noon.

Una, gusto ko lang sanang i-link dito ang tugon ng kilusan hinggil sa napabalitang pag-"ambush" daw ng mga NPA sa mga sundalong nagsasagawa ng "relief operations" sa Bulacan.

Gusto ko ring i-link dito ang isa pang tugon ng kilusan duon sa pinakakalat na tsismis ng gobyerno, sa pangunguna ng sinungaling at halimaw na si PGMA, na ang dapat sisihin raw sa illegal logging activities sa mga lugar na sinalanta ng mga bagyo ay ang NPA.

Ang mga artikulong kalakip ay nahango ko sa Philippine Revolution Web Central.

Hindi ko muna hahabaan ang blogartik ko ngayon.

Thursday, November 18, 2004

Hacienda Luisita and the AFP

I would just like share the following articles recently posted in the Philippine Revolution Web Central, namely:

1)CPP condemns the killing of striking workers in Hacienda Luisita;

2)CPP releases "10-point call to action" to AFP, PNP; and,

3)Ten points of action for the armed personnel of the reactionary state to advance their welfare and the people's interests

Hacienda Luisita

All I can say is that the issues and demands being raised by the sugar workers are just and long overdue. The violent and murderous dispersal by the military and the police, with the blessings of course of the Cojuangco/Aquino families and the upper echelons of the military and the national government, is oppressive to the highest degree.

The perpetrators of the murder of 14 sugar workers, family members and supporters should be punished by the revolution.


The rank and file of the military should already defect to the revolution and end their being used as puppets and pawns by the exploiters and oppressors.

The time to defect is now.

Wednesday, November 17, 2004

"s" On My Chest.. Stronger Than Ever"

Dalawang bagay, pirated CDs at promotions.

Una, nakabili na ako ng piniratang kopya ng "Indio I" ng Indio I at "Probably Not, But Most Definitely" ng Imago, sa Cartimar, Recto kaninang tanghali.

Tuwa ako kasi at least may pamalit na ko sa nawala kong dalawang original CDs ng mga nabanggit na albums.

Pero sa likod ng aking isipan ay may kaba sapagkat duda ko, marahil ang mga nabili kong pirata ay hindi hango sa orihinal na CD kundi sa cassette tape. At isa pang pag-alinlangan ay ang posibilidad na hindi maging maayos ang pagkakakopya ng digital information ng orihinal papunta pirata, kaya pag kopyahin sa Windows Media Player, malamang na sumablay o hindi makopya. Pangatlong kaba ay nag-uugat sa malaking posibilidad na ang mga nabili ko ay hindi gumana o mag-play sa top-deck ko na CD player sa bahay, kagaya ng mga dati kong mga nabili nuong unang panahon.

Dalawa na kasi ang uri ng mga nagbebenta ng mga piniratang CDs sa may Cartimar eh. Yung mga nasa loob ng building at yung mga nasa labas. Yung mga nasa loob, katulad ng Deesign's World, ay mas mapagkakatiwalaan na talagang hango sa CD ang mga pirata at maliit lang ang posibilidad ng sablay. Pero yung mga nasa labas, andyan ang kadalasan yung mga Filipino artists na CD ay hango lang sa tape, andyan ang di maayos ang pagkopya ng digital information, andyan ang di mo mapapatugtog sa top-deck player.

Nagkatotoo ang aking pangamba.

Pero pinagtyagaan ko na rin na i-kopya sa Windows Media Player kahit may mga sumusunod:

1)Hindi ayon sa original na track listing ang track listing ng pirata;

2)Hindi tugma ang tituto ng file na tumutugtog na kanta

3)Hindi lahat ng tracks nakopya dahil sa incorrect information; at,

4)Hango sa cassette tape ang isinalin sa CD kaya hindi kasinglinaw at kasingpino ang tugtog

Nakakalungkot. Parang mas nadoble pa ngayon ang lungkot ko.

Marahil ay kahit sa mga pirata, wala akong mabibiling kopya ng mga CD na nabanggit ko na hango sa original CD. Tsk. Buhay nga naman oo.

Pero sige lang. Hanap pa rin ako.

Pangalawa, nalulungkot ako dahil sa dalawampu't limang (25) ni-recommend para i-promote pa-PSO 3, ikadalawampu't isa ako (21st). Nga pala, ang PSO 3 ay Presidential Staff Officer III.

Meron kasing "promotion exercise" na isinasagawa ang opisina sa kasalukuyan at noong 16 November 2004, inilabas na ang memorandum hinggil sa Final List/Recommendees For Promotion at yun nga, pang-21 ako sa 25.

Napapakanta tuloy ako ng, "Kayong nagtataka, nagtataka, nagtataka!!! Kayong nagtataka, nagtataka, nagtataka!!! Hah, inosente lang ang nagtataka! Hah, inosente lang ang nagtataka!"

Sabagay, kung tutuusin ay maswerte na akong naturingan dahil at least, nakapasok ako. Pano na lang yung iba na hindi. Pero gayun pa man, nagtataka pa rin ako.

Isasarili ko na lang muna ang mga dahilan ko ng pagtataka.

Bilang kaugnay sa pagtataka ko, isip ko lang, ba't ang mga katulad ko, sampu ng iba pang mga manggagawa at kawani dito sa PMS na tuwid at nagtatrabaho naman ng maayos, ay pahirapan ang promotion at pagkamit ng mga makatarungang benepisyo. Bakit ang mga katulad nila Joanna Rodriguez, na dati ay tagabitbit lang ng mga gamit ni PGMA, ngayon ay Director na at tagapirma pa ng mga referral letters na lalabas mula sa PMS sa ngalan ni Rigoberto Tiglao, na syang pinuno ngayon ng opisinang ito?

Di kaya nakakapindeho ito sa mga director at iba pang mataas na opisyal dito sa PMS? Na tumanda na sa kakatrabaho dito ay saka pa lang na-promote tapos bigla may mga dadating na animo'y palaka sa layo at taas ng natatalunang pwesto.

Matindi talaga sa gobyerno.

Matindi talaga ang sistema dito sa Pilipinas.

Pero katulad ng rebolusyong Pilipino, di ako nawawalan ng pag-asa mababago din itong ganitong kalakaran at sistema.

Kagaya ng nawawala kong mga orihinal na CDs, kakanta pa rin ako ng,

And so I write little letter "s" on my chest, little letter "s" on my chest. I put my faith to the test.

And so I write little letter "s" on my chest, little letter "s" on my chest. I put my belief to the test.

I feel stronger! Stronger than ever!

"s" On My Chest

I'm very depressed right now.

I lost, and can't seem to find, two favorite original CDs of mine.

These are:

1) Indio I; and,

2) Imago

I don't even have a bit of an idea where I lost it. Did I lose it in my sister's place in Marikina? Did I lose it when I left my place in Greenheights? Did I lose it when I left Baesa? Fuck.

Those are great CDs, and I got them on sale.

Worst thing is that I think they're out of print already, meaning, the record companies who carried these CDs have ceased to manufacture, produce or print copies of those albums.

Fuck. The last three days all the lines I hear in my mind are these, "And so I write, little letter "s" on my chest, little letter "s" on my chest, I put my faith to the test.."

And to add to my depression is that I think I didn't lose just two, but a bagful of CDs, both original and pirated, including some video CDs. My inventory before I left my place in Greenheights, Marikina (not my sister's place but the one my bro and I stayed for quite sometime) number to about 250 CDs, excluding the pirated CDs, VCDs and original VCDs. I just dunno if I still have all 250 CDs right now. I regret not having a coded or systematic listing and arrangement of my CDs. Tsk.

And I don't think I'd be able to start coding or putting a system to my inventory right now. I'm still very much depressed. I can't help it.

What I think I have to do for the meantime is to continue looking for the lost CDs in the places where I think I lost them, ask around for people you may have borrowed them from me (honestly, I can't remember lending them to my friends), then, at the same time, look also for pirated copies of it in Cartimar, Recto, or wherever, to ease my musical pain. Then, maybe try to look around if there's someboby willing to sell or give me their own original copies. I'd take it even if it's second hand.

If I really won't be lucky, or should I say, won't have dialectical and historical materialism on my side, I'll have to make do with my original cassete tape copies of those two lost CDs of mine. Sad.

..just sad, frustrated, humbled and degraded.. bring down the Godhead..

Maybe during lunchtime today.. Do and I might go to Cartimar and start searching. he has other intentions, he wanna go there to have one of the CDs he bought last week replaced. Me, to start the hunt for the lost CDs, at least, pirated copies of it. !)=

Right now, I'll just play these lines over and over, in my mind.

"And so I write little letter "s" on my chest, little letter "s" on my chest. I put my faith to the test.."

"And so I write little letter "s" on my chest, little letter "s" on my chest. I put my belief to the test.."