There's nothing much to say.
Wala lang magawa and now trying to compose a post.
Sometimes, I do have matters to post in this blog, but unfurtunately, when time gave me opportunity to log-on to my blog, I can't seem to compose it properly. The ending, these thoughts disappear in thin air forever - unrecorded, forgotten.
This time, I had free time to do this post, but no idea seems to pop in my mind for a nice post.
This is the typical situation of my after-the-office mondays through thursday (excluding tuesdays, I have a very important schedule every tuesday nights). After the 5 o'clock bell, people one by one leave the office while I remain here at my desk, doing nothing.
I am waiting for 6 o'clock or past to have my dinner at the canteen, and wait for 7 to ride the shuttle service to dorm.
You see, I am living at our company's dormitory and only during weekends I go back home. I don't know how to cook so that's why I need to wait for the canteen to open for dinner so could have my night's meal.
Going home (what I mean is the dormitory) that early bores me. You know, an introvert-slash-weird like me don't know how to start a conversation so the moment I go to our dorm until early morning before going to office, I am all alone in my dorm room, listining to radio, reading books (and yes bible too) and do what a typical introvert/geek/weird would do - talk to himself and dream.
It seems to be boring, but you know what? I think I am getting use of it.
O, should I want to say this:
I am planning to stage a new blog, and I am thinking of posting trivias and other informations that may be of help or not to anyone reading it. Dork!
01 April 2009
30 March 2009
The War At Home
This made my morning.
I read an article from abs-cbnnews.com condemning this article by a Hong Kong Chinese writer.
so I went googling the article. (www.hk-magazine.com/feature/war-home)
You see, I myself is always proud of my heritage. My mother is half Filipino and half Chinese.
My maternal grandfather was an exile from Amoy, the modern Xiamen City in the Fujian Province. So technically, I am a Tsinoy too. But my being Filipino being insulted by the second race I had embraced is very much of a disheartening to me, and I bet to most, if not all, Tsinoys living here in the Philippines and all over the world, much likely, the pure Filipinos, specially those who's living are domestic jobs here and abroad.
A total insult to the Philippine race!
The War At Home
March 27th, 2009
The Russians sank a Hong Kong freighter last month, killing the seven Chinese seamen on board. We can live with that—Lenin and Stalin were once the ideological mentors of all Chinese people. The Japanese planted a flag on Diàoyú Island. That’s no big problem—we Hong Kong Chinese love Japanese cartoons, Hello Kitty, and shopping in Shinjuku, let alone our round-the-clock obsession with karaoke.
But hold on—even the Filipinos? Manila has just claimed sovereignty over the scattered rocks in the South China Sea called the Spratly Islands, complete with a blatant threat from its congress to send gunboats to the South China Sea to defend the islands from China if necessary. This is beyond reproach. The reason: there are more than 130,000 Filipina maids working as $3,580-a-month cheap labor in Hong Kong. As a nation of servants, you don’t flex your muscles at your master, from whom you earn most of your bread and butter.
As a patriotic Chinese man, the news has made my blood boil. I summoned Louisa, my domestic assistant who holds a degree in international politics from the University of Manila, hung a map on the wall, and gave her a harsh lecture. I sternly warned her that if she wants her wages increased next year, she had better tell every one of her compatriots in Statue Square on Sunday that the entirety of the Spratly Islands belongs to China.
Grimly, I told her that if war breaks out between the Philippines and China, I would have to end her employment and send her straight home, because I would not risk the crime of treason for sponsoring an enemy of the state by paying her to wash my toilet and clean my windows 16 hours a day. With that money, she would pay taxes to her government, and they would fund a navy to invade our motherland and deeply hurt my feelings.
Oh yes. The government of the Philippines would certainly be wrong if they think we Chinese are prepared to swallow their insult and sit back and lose a Falkland Islands War in the Far East. They may have Barack Obama and the hawkish American military behind them, but we have a hostage in each of our homes in the Mid-Levels or higher. Some of my friends told me they have already declared a state of emergency at home. Their maids have been made to shout "China, Madam/Sir" loudly whenever they hear the word "Spratly." They say the indoctrination is working as wonderfully as when we used to shout, "Long live Chairman Mao!" at the sight of a portrait of our Great Leader during the Cultural Revolution. I’m not sure if that’s going a bit too far, at least for the time being.
Chip Tsao is a best-selling author and columnist. A former reporter for the BBC, his columns have also appeared in Apple Daily, Next Magazine and CUP Magazine, among others.
I read an article from abs-cbnnews.com condemning this article by a Hong Kong Chinese writer.
so I went googling the article. (www.hk-magazine.com/feature/war-home)
You see, I myself is always proud of my heritage. My mother is half Filipino and half Chinese.
My maternal grandfather was an exile from Amoy, the modern Xiamen City in the Fujian Province. So technically, I am a Tsinoy too. But my being Filipino being insulted by the second race I had embraced is very much of a disheartening to me, and I bet to most, if not all, Tsinoys living here in the Philippines and all over the world, much likely, the pure Filipinos, specially those who's living are domestic jobs here and abroad.
A total insult to the Philippine race!
The War At Home
March 27th, 2009
The Russians sank a Hong Kong freighter last month, killing the seven Chinese seamen on board. We can live with that—Lenin and Stalin were once the ideological mentors of all Chinese people. The Japanese planted a flag on Diàoyú Island. That’s no big problem—we Hong Kong Chinese love Japanese cartoons, Hello Kitty, and shopping in Shinjuku, let alone our round-the-clock obsession with karaoke.
But hold on—even the Filipinos? Manila has just claimed sovereignty over the scattered rocks in the South China Sea called the Spratly Islands, complete with a blatant threat from its congress to send gunboats to the South China Sea to defend the islands from China if necessary. This is beyond reproach. The reason: there are more than 130,000 Filipina maids working as $3,580-a-month cheap labor in Hong Kong. As a nation of servants, you don’t flex your muscles at your master, from whom you earn most of your bread and butter.
As a patriotic Chinese man, the news has made my blood boil. I summoned Louisa, my domestic assistant who holds a degree in international politics from the University of Manila, hung a map on the wall, and gave her a harsh lecture. I sternly warned her that if she wants her wages increased next year, she had better tell every one of her compatriots in Statue Square on Sunday that the entirety of the Spratly Islands belongs to China.
Grimly, I told her that if war breaks out between the Philippines and China, I would have to end her employment and send her straight home, because I would not risk the crime of treason for sponsoring an enemy of the state by paying her to wash my toilet and clean my windows 16 hours a day. With that money, she would pay taxes to her government, and they would fund a navy to invade our motherland and deeply hurt my feelings.
Oh yes. The government of the Philippines would certainly be wrong if they think we Chinese are prepared to swallow their insult and sit back and lose a Falkland Islands War in the Far East. They may have Barack Obama and the hawkish American military behind them, but we have a hostage in each of our homes in the Mid-Levels or higher. Some of my friends told me they have already declared a state of emergency at home. Their maids have been made to shout "China, Madam/Sir" loudly whenever they hear the word "Spratly." They say the indoctrination is working as wonderfully as when we used to shout, "Long live Chairman Mao!" at the sight of a portrait of our Great Leader during the Cultural Revolution. I’m not sure if that’s going a bit too far, at least for the time being.
Chip Tsao is a best-selling author and columnist. A former reporter for the BBC, his columns have also appeared in Apple Daily, Next Magazine and CUP Magazine, among others.
17 March 2009
I, a freak?
Yesterday, I went to ATC to have some walk.
As I went inside National bookstore, as usual I try to find some interesting book at the self-help/inspirational section. Found this book called 7 Secrets to Real Freedom by my favorite author Bo Sanchez. After three thoughts, I finally grab a copy ang went to the cashier for payment.
I went back to office because my things are there, and also becuase there is a shuttle service from office to dorm. A colleague of mine asked me where i went.
J: "San ka nagpunta?"
R: "Sa ATC, naghanap ako ng babasahin."
J: "Anong book?"
We are already at the elevator lobby this time. Ting! the elevetor opened.
R: "7 secrets"
J: "7 secrets of what?"
R: "to real freedom!"
J: "Freedom!? You're a freak!"
Well, I am. And I need this kind of book to treat me.
Everyone's a freak, we all have insanity. And I think, our purpose here is to see the goodness of everything behind its imperfections, its freakiness.
I don't need to explain.
Well, I wish this book will help me stop my hidden addictions. That's it.
As I went inside National bookstore, as usual I try to find some interesting book at the self-help/inspirational section. Found this book called 7 Secrets to Real Freedom by my favorite author Bo Sanchez. After three thoughts, I finally grab a copy ang went to the cashier for payment.
I went back to office because my things are there, and also becuase there is a shuttle service from office to dorm. A colleague of mine asked me where i went.
J: "San ka nagpunta?"
R: "Sa ATC, naghanap ako ng babasahin."
J: "Anong book?"
We are already at the elevator lobby this time. Ting! the elevetor opened.
R: "7 secrets"
J: "7 secrets of what?"
R: "to real freedom!"
J: "Freedom!? You're a freak!"
Well, I am. And I need this kind of book to treat me.
Everyone's a freak, we all have insanity. And I think, our purpose here is to see the goodness of everything behind its imperfections, its freakiness.
I don't need to explain.
Well, I wish this book will help me stop my hidden addictions. That's it.
03 March 2009
Wedding (part 2)
At syempre, indi pwedeng di makigulo ang prases kuligs.
wag nyo nang hanapin ang picture ko, wala ako dyan sa pics na yan, natural, ako kaya ang kumuha ng mga iyan.
Abe and Ate Bevs
Kuya Waky and Ate Jack
Jeff at di ko kilala
a Pastor and Mam Mel
a Bishop and Mam Jane
Moja, dimples ba hanap mo?
Ate Jane
Trial daw ng veil
Eto pa isang trial
Eden and Ate Agnes aka Ate Lucy
wag nyo nang hanapin ang picture ko, wala ako dyan sa pics na yan, natural, ako kaya ang kumuha ng mga iyan.
Abe and Ate Bevs
Kuya Waky and Ate Jack
Jeff at di ko kilala
a Pastor and Mam Mel
a Bishop and Mam Jane
Moja, dimples ba hanap mo?
Ate Jane
Trial daw ng veil
Eto pa isang trial
Eden and Ate Agnes aka Ate Lucy
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