Archive for June, 2007

Thieves

Friday, June 29th, 2007

Filipinos are now known as thieves in Korea.

I don’t have a television to watch the news or any access to some authorities to confirm this but this is based on first-hand testimony by an online Girltalker who lives in Korea. Apparently, a Filipino diplomat was caught shoplifting in the US Base shopping center in the country. And the things stolen? A karaoke machine and a Gucci perfume.

Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.

Should this be true then our morality as Filipinos are degrading fast. It is not just on the way other citizens perceive us but even on the way we respect and regard ourselves as Filipinos. If a diplomat can do something stupid as shoplifting, it only means that he/she has no respect for our country and for our people that he/she can put our name in such a great risk. As one GirlTalker noted, is he/she underpaid or are his/her corrupted money not enough to answer to his/her luxurious needs?

Accordingly, there are only two kinds of Filipino diplomats granted access to the US base, namely, the Philippine ambassador himself and the military attache. If this be the case, the government should stop covering up the issue and start investigating its own.

Of course, they are claiming that such rumor is not true and they are even threatening to sue the Korean Herald. But then again, with the incidents of Hello Garci and all the false pretensions from Malacanang, who would believe them? Who do they think they are fooling?

Granting that such rumor was maliciously spread with fraud and deceit, then, can we just stop and ask ourselves how lowly we have now become that a Korean news paper would stop down to such shrewdness of spreading false rumors  to destroy our reputation? For what end benefit?

Be the judge and decide…

Caged In!

Friday, June 29th, 2007

I received a text message from a good friend last night. It simply announced his new job and his new post in Bohol where he is observing effects on marine mammals from the seismic survey done in line with the oil exploration in Tanon Strait. Further on, he stated how he was able to see a pack of dolphins, close to five hundred, traversing through the sea.

And the chain of messages made me realize two things which could be summed up in the title above: caged in!

Yes, we are caged in. I’ve read about the oil exploration plan of the government last summer but I never thought it could happen as soon as today. I could even remember how my sister and I had a great laugh at the picture of some sort of an oil tanker considered to be the best and the most modern in the country, when, to our very own untrained eyes, it certainly looked a hundred years old. The truth of the matter is, our government is simply jumping on something they (those we call honorables wearing their respective barongs and doing nothing) think would alleviate our economic situation, without even considering its environmental effects. Again, they presume and assume a lot of things, without even taking preliminary considerations, so to speak. They proceed to the seismic survey without assessing its possible after-effects to anything and everything. They are easily blinded by the promise of money without even taking proper planning first. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.

And then, who gets to enjoy the oil riches in the country should the oil exploration be successful? The glaring answer would be those multinational companies and a few of those barong-wearing officials who seem to be doing nothing but keeping their mighty seats shiny with their big, fat, corrupt asses. And then, our dear old country would be left destroyed and dilapidated, its natural resources abused. The poor Juan will become poorer and he will realize that the promise of multimillion investments was nothing than seeing big boats and tankers traversing the very seas where he fishes and witnessing the corals and marine creatures rapidly disappearing. Yes, he might have a few months of eating the more expensive canned goods and buying his kids some brand-new clothes in a cheap bargain store, provided the oil company would hire him as lowly help, but for the rest of his life, he will be haunted by the horrible sight of the environment around him– barren, overused, empty, non-existent.

The second thing would be a little bit far-fetched but still connected. When my friend texted about the five hundred dolphins, my first reaction was that, "Hey, I am from Bohol but I haven’t seen any dolphin in my province." In fact, the first and only time I ‘ve seen dolphins and other marine creatures for that matter was during my visit to the ever-revered Yokohama Sea Paradise. It was comparable to Sea World in HK though I haven’t been in the latter. There I was, standing in awe and amusement, face to face with a bottle-nosed dolphin and an enormous whale shark, with only a thick sheet of glass as my protection. Later on, I saw several kinds of sharks, a sea turtle, a manta ray, sea cow, and later, on the third floor, some seals and some penguins. Now that I think about that 12-hour encounter with the sea, I could not help but feel depressed. How ironic it was to have all those creatures caged in when only a few kilometers away lies the Yokohama Bay?

And it makes me shake my head in amusement at how we, human beings, try to preserve those sea wonders in our own designed giant aquariums and water parks, and then destroy their natural habitat? Do we really have to cage in some animals for the future generation to see while we roam freely and spread our destructive powers over the forests and the seas?

These are questions worth pondering about. And I tell you, this is best analyzed by our government officials if they were only caged in. ;-)

Summer is about to end and soon my heartache will cease…

Thursday, June 21st, 2007

I went to the department store just to buy a special transparent umbrella to celebrate the coming of the rainy season.

It is such a breather to feel the gloominess of the sky and the gentle tapping of raindrops on my rooftop once again after two months and a half of the sun’s fierce glare. It feels good to wrap myself with clothing and protective shoes after my summer fling with "baring some skin" via spaghetti-strapped shirts, tank tops, racerbacks, shorts, skirts, swimwear and Spartan slippers. After the second day of class when my classmates did not fail to notice and made a big deal of my tan lines (thanks to the panglao beaches! hahaha!), it’s good to be back to the usual Law get-up of polo shirts and soon enough, our new business suit uniform. It’s hello, welcome back to the real world!

But there is more to the coming of the rainy season than these. Most especially, I am thankful for the rain because it somehow relieved me of the sarcastic glare of the sun as if mocking and teasing me with memories of that fateful summer morning I met the man my heart is still longing for. I hope against all odds, with fingers crossed, that each raindrop would scrub and dilute the happy memories I had while the sun was smiling–that each would purify all nooks and cranies, corners and routes, and parks and beaches so those memories would soon fade and disappear into thin air, never to be remembered again. I pray that every tapping on my roof at night would lull my brain to forget what had been done, what destiny had arranged to meet only to have them separated, so I may live again, as if nothing magical-but-fleeting happened at all.

But why, why does my heart sing songs for you, write poems of you, and speak praises about you, when my brain has expressly forbidden it to do so?