Riot Shields
I work in Orient Square Building, and sometimes park in the parking lot across the street from El Pueblo.
Today, when I parked there... I was surprised to see many riot shields propped up against the hurricane fence. Then I noticed that some 20-odd blue-clad police there with riot batons idly sitting in vehicles or standing around.
I was surprised because I saw lots more of them there yesterday (in the early evening), some enjoying a meal in Red Table, the rest waiting around in the same way. I'd assumed they would have left by now... but they remain there... No one will say what they're doing there...
Very ominous.
Gulaman, Dumbells and Boleros
Fr. Prudencio Macayan, S.J. passed away just a few days ago. In my 1st and only year of High School in Ateneo, he was my math teacher. A very stern and demanding one too.
He would grade an answer to question wrong if he couldn't understand the handwriting. He would not check the back of the paper for the rest of the answer to the questions (even if the questions he gave numbered in the 50s) if you didn't write "turn to the next page, please" at the bottom of the first page. He would go on a terrible tirade if you damaged any of the trees in the AHS area.
I just went to the AHS chapel and paid my respects. It's funny, but I still felt the remaining awe and deference to him as I stood beside his coffin. I was irrationally terrified that he would sit up and begin interrogating me on what I'd done with my life since he'd last seen me... peppering his speech with well worn pet phrases like "Are you a man, or a gulaman?", "Are you a dumbell, Mr. Osias.", or "I think you're all boleros."
Well, all I can think of is now that he's passed on... God help the folks who mess with the trees in the AHS. He's probably guarding them full time now.
Fr. Prudencio Macayan, S.J. passed away just a few days ago. In my 1st and only year of High School in Ateneo, he was my math teacher. A very stern and demanding one too.
He would grade an answer to question wrong if he couldn't understand the handwriting. He would not check the back of the paper for the rest of the answer to the questions (even if the questions he gave numbered in the 50s) if you didn't write "turn to the next page, please" at the bottom of the first page. He would go on a terrible tirade if you damaged any of the trees in the AHS area.
I just went to the AHS chapel and paid my respects. It's funny, but I still felt the remaining awe and deference to him as I stood beside his coffin. I was irrationally terrified that he would sit up and begin interrogating me on what I'd done with my life since he'd last seen me... peppering his speech with well worn pet phrases like "Are you a man, or a gulaman?", "Are you a dumbell, Mr. Osias.", or "I think you're all boleros."
Well, all I can think of is now that he's passed on... God help the folks who mess with the trees in the AHS. He's probably guarding them full time now.
Fanboy News
I'm a fan of many things... so here are a few things that I've got off the top of my head...
- American Idol - Scott is out. It was about time. I think he's a good singer and all, but I didn't think he was at the caliber of the rest of the folks there.
- Dr. Who - after a long hiatus, the BBC series lives again! After the first comeback season, however, the actor portraying the good doctor decided that he was in danger of being typecast and quit. There's a new actor portraying the doctor for comeback season two!
- Forgotten Realms - this D&D setting is returning to Undermountain! The uber-dungeon of Halaster Blackcloak in Waterdeep is getting some attention from the website. They're outlining some of the contents of the first level, and the entire first level map is available for download from the site.
- George Perez - this brilliant comic book artist has signed an exclusive 5-year contract with DC Comics (after a heated bidding war between the Big Two). I'm excited to see his work again in DC, though I thoroughly enjoyed his work in Avengers.
I'm a fan of many things... so here are a few things that I've got off the top of my head...
- American Idol - Scott is out. It was about time. I think he's a good singer and all, but I didn't think he was at the caliber of the rest of the folks there.
- Dr. Who - after a long hiatus, the BBC series lives again! After the first comeback season, however, the actor portraying the good doctor decided that he was in danger of being typecast and quit. There's a new actor portraying the doctor for comeback season two!
- Forgotten Realms - this D&D setting is returning to Undermountain! The uber-dungeon of Halaster Blackcloak in Waterdeep is getting some attention from the website. They're outlining some of the contents of the first level, and the entire first level map is available for download from the site.
- George Perez - this brilliant comic book artist has signed an exclusive 5-year contract with DC Comics (after a heated bidding war between the Big Two). I'm excited to see his work again in DC, though I thoroughly enjoyed his work in Avengers.
American Bridle
As I anxiously await who has been eliminated (heard it was a shocker) from the show, I wanted to pause and go back to the misheard lyrics of some folks near and dear to me... you are not alone!
Here, taken from the am i right website are misheard lyrics from Heart's "Alone":
Misheard Lyrics:
'Til now I always got by on my own
I never really cared if you loved me, too.
Correct Lyrics:
'Til now I always got by on my own
I never really cared until I met you.
Misheard Lyrics:
And now it chains me to the phone.
Correct Lyrics:
And now it chills me to the bone.
Misheard Lyrics:
How do I get you a loan?
or
How did I get to alone
Correct Lyrics:
How do I get you alone?
As I anxiously await who has been eliminated (heard it was a shocker) from the show, I wanted to pause and go back to the misheard lyrics of some folks near and dear to me... you are not alone!
Here, taken from the am i right website are misheard lyrics from Heart's "Alone":
Misheard Lyrics:
'Til now I always got by on my own
I never really cared if you loved me, too.
Correct Lyrics:
'Til now I always got by on my own
I never really cared until I met you.
Misheard Lyrics:
And now it chains me to the phone.
Correct Lyrics:
And now it chills me to the bone.
Misheard Lyrics:
How do I get you a loan?
or
How did I get to alone
Correct Lyrics:
How do I get you alone?
Late Night Blog
It's yet another late night at work. I'll be signing off in a bit, hoping to work faster and sharper early tomorrow morning.
Before I sign off, I'd like to touch on several things:
At least we try to read and keep abreast of things...
A lot of Filipinos are also conspiracy theorists at heart, possibly due to constant exposure to life in the Philippines. After being beset with perpetual illogical behavior and events, we tend to craft the strangest (and sometimes eerily accurate) explanations for them.
As a people, we should temper this tendency with a bit of journalistic discipline by trying to identify and verify sources of information. Independent witnesses and hard evidence should have greater weight that the latest texted rumor. It might help turn the country around were we to become less subject to publicity and psychological manipulation, and more critical of the news we are fed.
In the end, it's a matter of hurry. We're too busy trying to make a living, trying to support our loved ones and set aside a nest egg for the future to dedicate a large portion of our lives to muckraking and activism.
Until the next time that our collective outrage overflows and we take to the streets.
Bah! It's time to go!
It's yet another late night at work. I'll be signing off in a bit, hoping to work faster and sharper early tomorrow morning.
Before I sign off, I'd like to touch on several things:
- reading and writing;
- asking questions and seeking answers;
- getting on with it.
At least we try to read and keep abreast of things...
A lot of Filipinos are also conspiracy theorists at heart, possibly due to constant exposure to life in the Philippines. After being beset with perpetual illogical behavior and events, we tend to craft the strangest (and sometimes eerily accurate) explanations for them.
As a people, we should temper this tendency with a bit of journalistic discipline by trying to identify and verify sources of information. Independent witnesses and hard evidence should have greater weight that the latest texted rumor. It might help turn the country around were we to become less subject to publicity and psychological manipulation, and more critical of the news we are fed.
In the end, it's a matter of hurry. We're too busy trying to make a living, trying to support our loved ones and set aside a nest egg for the future to dedicate a large portion of our lives to muckraking and activism.
Until the next time that our collective outrage overflows and we take to the streets.
Bah! It's time to go!
Makati Tickets and Ninoy
I lost my driver's license to a Makati traffic aide this past weekend and had to go early this morning to pick it up (after paying my fine).
They had an interesting mechanism there - you're supposed to drop your ticket in the basket, and wait for them to find the matching ticket with your driver's license. Then you wait for your name to be called out, and go to the window number assigned to you.
I arrived early - around 7am. The common wisdom from the taxi drivers and delivery truck drivers was that things would get started around 8:30am. I went off to have a healthy Burger Machine breakfast... then returned to my position in the mass of people waiting.
I heard some unusual humor from the drivers who were trying to get change for the various fines that had to be paid. Oddly enough, because of the number of P500 fines, the picture of Ninoy was much in discussion. There were jokes about the fact that the bills weren't real because "walang butas ang ulo ni Ninoy", and comments thrown in concerning the hardness of Ninoy's and the disapproval of Kris and Cory to all the joking around.
I suppose he's much in the news again after the recent ruling...
I lost my driver's license to a Makati traffic aide this past weekend and had to go early this morning to pick it up (after paying my fine).
They had an interesting mechanism there - you're supposed to drop your ticket in the basket, and wait for them to find the matching ticket with your driver's license. Then you wait for your name to be called out, and go to the window number assigned to you.
I arrived early - around 7am. The common wisdom from the taxi drivers and delivery truck drivers was that things would get started around 8:30am. I went off to have a healthy Burger Machine breakfast... then returned to my position in the mass of people waiting.
I heard some unusual humor from the drivers who were trying to get change for the various fines that had to be paid. Oddly enough, because of the number of P500 fines, the picture of Ninoy was much in discussion. There were jokes about the fact that the bills weren't real because "walang butas ang ulo ni Ninoy", and comments thrown in concerning the hardness of Ninoy's and the disapproval of Kris and Cory to all the joking around.
I suppose he's much in the news again after the recent ruling...
Writing Committments
Let's see... long-lingering things that I've got to finish include:
Sharpen those pencils, my boy.
Let's see... long-lingering things that I've got to finish include:
- the revised Sandugo issue #1 script
- the outline & script to Sandugo issue #2
- the outline & script to Sandugo issue #3
- the outline & script to Sandugo issue #4
- the Hinirang RPG ruleset
- the Hinirang RPG sourcebook
Sharpen those pencils, my boy.
Finding Purchase
Every day is a constant battle to get things done. Scads of work piling up and trying to cut through them... trying to organize my personal life so that I can make sure nothing slips through the cracks... trying to keep in touch with old friend... trying to do all things for the upcoming wedding.
It's freaky how I know there's probably enough time... but where does it all go? Back to the salt mines!
Every day is a constant battle to get things done. Scads of work piling up and trying to cut through them... trying to organize my personal life so that I can make sure nothing slips through the cracks... trying to keep in touch with old friend... trying to do all things for the upcoming wedding.
It's freaky how I know there's probably enough time... but where does it all go? Back to the salt mines!
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