customer: day, kape (coffee please)
tindera: tag PhP10 na ra ba. (it already costs PhP10)
customer: di ba, tag PhP8 ra na? (wasnt it PhP8 then?)
tindera: nimahal naman gud ang gasolina (oil price already increased)
customer: ah, ayaw na lang butanggi gasolina! (ah, dont mix my coffee, then, with oil) Read the rest of this entry »
one doesn’t become less Filipino if one speaks English and works abroad UNLESS one refuses to speak (or even learn) Filipino and decide (or even plan) to return home.
being a “real” Filipino-culture, per se-doesn’t shortly lie on language and work. though biological elements like color, smell, eyes, hair, height and other physical are non-negotiables, culture is SKIN-DEEP. it lies in one’s HEART. Read the rest of this entry »
“The gain of one, the loss of another. “
Hahahahaha while stocks plunge worldwide, lesser Pinoys are rating themselves to be poor (from 52% to 46%). While more exporters are earning lesser, more Pinoys are travelling off the country.
Hooray for $1=P40! (the best Asian recovery since the Asian financial crisis and is going for P38)
it wont be all bonus. of course! there too would be a boomerang effect on us, especially having a government often tagged by most of its citizens to be idle. But dah! U.S. economy managed to survive every recession since 1940 even before the government’s anti-recession programs were implemented. Swear! Remember Adam Smith’s the “invisible hand”? “it’s the economy, stupid!”, adds the comeback kid Bill Clinton.
O well, good times are always here. We just overlooked them.
“The whole history of government shows that public affairs would be better administered and the welfare of the people better served in the hands of a moral and intellectual aristocracy. The people cannot be governors and governed at the same time …. On the other hand, a good and efficient government, a benevolent government, may exist and continue indefinitely to function with admirable harmony, when men of superior moral and intellectual endowments are in control of the state.”
-President Jose P. Laurel, 1943
Every time a Jollibee or McDo store is built in a city/town, most people quickly conclude, “the city/town is developing.” When BIG MALLS, like SM, stand (along with [s]malls), the city/town then becomes developed.
These stores subsequently became prime indicators of development-a cerebral abnormality closely associated to edifice complex or love for buildings, specifically taller ones.
D’oh!
Davao City is already branded the BEST CITY IN THE COUNTRY even before SM was built, according to Asian Institute of Management (AIM).
What then could Davao City be when Ayala Mall Davao in Bajada will be completed? Yes! you read it right and I’m not writing it again. above is the unofficial rendering of the Ayala Mall Davao. beautiful! aarrrrrrrrrrggghhh….my edifice complex!
well, I’m happy. it is definitely a bonus, but I could basically live without the Ayalas. as for Senator Jamby Madrigal, “The Ayalas?? They’re just PEASANTS!”
my city is just the perfect place to live without the giants and towers. Thanks to our Mayor!
O ye, forget rice shortage and Lozada!
there is rice supply to feed us. true, more mouths are popping out but more stomachs are on diet to be fit (a hyped vanity in a generation of BIG ME!). nag-uunlimited rice pa nga kami dito sa Davao City at only PhP12.00. As for a rice trader and a farmer I know claimed, “there is no rice shortage!” and ye, it is only in Bicol that rice queus are long (hahay…media sensation). probably most rice hoarders lived there. o well, hoarding (to justify rice increase) is the real issue here, dear, not low rice production; not even small rice farmlands.
o please, dont look at the statistics. look at your daily meal, stupids! are you queuing for rice or missed a meal without rice today? sige daw beh. look at yourself first. look at your table before you shout: RICE SHORTAGE, OUST GMA!
after completely skimming Carlos Celdran’s blog (http://celdrantours.blogspot.com) from February 2005-September 2007, i ended discovering my third half and immediately flashed with more love over my country.
a train of convictions begun to be refreshed, politically, socially, economically and everything that ends with “lly’s”.
i love her (este, his. was really wrong thinking he is gay) love on architecture, arts, culture, Manila, President Marcos, Imelda, urban renewal and positive actions toward nation-building and his rare political rantings from being a pro-GMA.
we truly share similar principles. his are just too flamboyantly expressed, mine is calm.
i best love his 3 major blog replies to (1) Anak Pawis - Children of the Sweat, as he called them, (2) Betty (3) and a (Catholic) woman. I love them that i missed the length of his blogs.
i am definitely going to take one of his tours and do relatively similar effort to RENEW VIEWS ON THE PHILIPPINES.
again, i agreed with him.
“if you cant find beauty in Manila, then you cant find it anywhere.”
“i cant change how Manila looks, but i can change the way you look at Manila.”
truly inspiring.
Singapore has a very efficient transport system, real clean, green, safe and liveable environment. “Grabeeeeee!” You would never be late and lost in the lion city. Public transports could take you in a calculated time. Households with cars are taxed more. Elders won’t even need a guide around. Maps and directions are everywhere and people (not just locals) are so helpful and courteous. “Nakakaputang-ina ka sa bait nila.” Read the rest of this entry »
Lapu-Lapu was historically known to be from Mactan. BOOH! American by-products. Lapu-Lapu is originally a Bangingi and not at all, Lapu-Lapu. The Mores in Mactan gave him the name because of his skin disease which looked like fish scales. Bangingis are ruthless now-domesticated tribe in the group of islands in Sulu. They donned trousers that are leg-skinny but pelvic-loose for easier horserides. They don’t wear bahags, as we regularly knew in most, or all maybe, Lapu-Lapu’s statues. Bangingis are Tausogs or taong sug. Sug or sulok is both interpreted as (sea) current and (physical and/or spiritual) traveler under Malay and Arab language, respectively.
being tipped of a free poster on every purchase of a thousand-worth Girbaud garb, quickly excited me to spend my saving. a “headless heart syndrome”, indeed. I confess, I am not an economist, after all, but an emotional consumer.
I spend even on a tightest belt without objective calculations to possess a simple poster from an apparel, popular to dress the bourgeois and the chichiricos. if Marx were my father, i could have been thrown to the lion’s den. but id definitely have my way out defending my emotions (not impulse!).
“Marithe Francois Girbaud is a social enterprise, Papa Karl,” id interject. they may be dressing the one-percenters, but they make social coutures for peace in war-torn countries like Israel, Rwanda etc, as they partnered with the Seeds of Peace.
Philippines may not be in their line of beneficiaries, but i am contributing to catalytic innovations of social enterprises and somehow drive more demand for local businesses and consumers to take this paradigm of social responsibility (c.s.r.) - be it for peace, environment, poverty, the marginals etc.
For now, i am for peace! id work for peace. “Peace is a fight,” says Girbaud. so, i will definitely buy when the posters are available.
and yes! i reclaim to be an economist. an emotional keynesian economist, not a classicist.
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