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Hesitation to use the I may be a tell-tale sign that the I does not know itself fully. Or maybe the I doesn’t know which I, of the many different Is, to use. In any case, there is an I. And there is a You. The You is validated by the I. There couldn’t be a You without the I. But the I also becomes a You through the validation of I through You. And so, the I also exists thanks to You. And so to You who is reading this confused speech of I, THANK YOU. I's existence has become meaningful because of You.
______________________________This blog won't pretend to be hilariously funny or witty or beautiful or profound. But it is an indulgence of all sorts of things that appeal to my senses. Anything I find funny, witty, beautiful, meaningful and worth noticing is found here.
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Created by Eugene Villar.Posts tagged with ilovephilippines.
(December 2007)
Taken at the Palawan Wildlife Rescue and Conservation Center, this is a baby crocodile. There are a couple of things I want to say about this picture:
1. First is, of course, the introspection. Laughing and smiling has become my instinct. Whether as an honest reaction or as a defense mechanism. I giggle/laugh uncontrollably in nervous and anxious situations such as this one. Perhaps hinted by the tensed way I’m holding the baby croc, I remember being absolutely terrified at the feel of cool, soft skin of the baby croc in my hands. I was afraid it would squirm its way from my hands. heh. It didn’t seem to matter to me that the croc’s mouth was bound with some string and rubber bands. Which brings me to the next thing I wanted to say.
2. I felt sorry for the baby croc. How stressful it must be to have its mouth bound the way it was and to be passed from one tourist’s hand to another, some of whose grips would no doubt be much tighter than it should be. I remember trying to release the tension from my hands so I would not hurt the baby croc by holding it too tightly in my anxiety. Perhaps this is why some of the other crocs in the preserve are grumpy. Because they grew up being handled to stress by humans. meh.
Sigh. They are not play things. They are creatures. Just like us.
(October 2008)
This was taken in one of the convent ruins in Ilocos Norte, Philippines. There was just something so eerily beautiful about brick ruins that made me wonder what stories they would tell me if they could speak.
As my grandma and I were exploring, I chanced upon a chamber of sorts with a pillar still in tact. It reminded me of the Leaning Tower of Pisa.
This is how we do it
in the Philippines, we light our own firecrackers and fireworks to welcome the new year in and shoo away the bad spirits.
My New Year resolution #1 is to be brave enough to light my own firecracker/rocket.
p.s. that’s my dad right there who has been our sole firecracker/firework/rocket lighter.
Because this is true.
This is one of the posters found on Carlos Celdran’s site which is produced by different artists meant to promote Philippine Tourism on the net. These posters are absolutely free from copyright and infringement so feel free to repost or use them as you will. :)
Silver Moony
Beneath a pier in Dumagete
wow. I could almost imagine those poles supporting what could be an underwater castle. :P haha
This was taken at Marinduque, Philippines. Women are washing their clothes by the river.
I remember Marinduque. <3
The first Original Filipino Musical on Film. It’s something new and interesting. I’d certainly want to watch it!
4 hours till polling stations open.
4 hours till polling stations open. I have faith that people will choose the guy who is not, and has never been, anyone’s puppet, who has the right attitude to inspire positive change in this nation, and who is most likely to NOT waste anyone’s vote for the next 6 years. POSIBLE ito. SULONG!
Ilocos sunset. Who said only Manila Bay does justice to the perfect sunset? I shot this calming scenery when I was in Ilocos just last year :)
Prettyyyyy. I miss Ilocos!
While driving our way back to Manila, we passed by this sign in Pandaquit, Zambales. “Huwag mag tapon ng basura dito: Konyo version”.
and for not making dumi the paligid. :P
Pinoy Tumblr.: Hindi bling-bling ang pagiging Pilipino para i-front.
Medyo naiinis ako sa ibang tao dito sa tumblr. Medyo lang naman, ibig sabihin kapata-patawad naman. Oo, nakakabilib naman talaga tayo tulad ng nakakabilib ang ibang lahi.
Proud to be Filipino. I’m a mutherfaeen Filipino. Fuck Yeah Filipinos.
Hindi ko makuha bakit may ganung “hype” minsan sa description ng iba, gayong ni hindi nga sila matatas managalog. Proud to be Filipino, bakit hindi? Ang tanong, bukod sa dugo mo, ano pa ang Pilipino sayo?
Yung pagiging Pilipino, hindi mo sinasabi o iniyayabang. You live up to it. Isinasaisip, isinasapuso, at isinasagawa. Hindi
langisinasalita.
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I bolded the part na medyo meron akong problem. Gusto ko lang sabihin na hindi naman porket hindi “matatas magtagalog” ay hindi na pwedeng ipagyabang at maging proud na Pinoy. Oo, mas maganda at mas apparent nga kung magaling magTagalog (actually bakit Tagalog lang? eh maraming iba pang languages sa Pilipinas?), pero marami nga ang magaling magTagalog tapos hindi pa rin proud maging Pilipino at samantalang gustong matuto ng English.
Ang point ko ay hindi porket hindi Tagalog o kung ano pang Philippine languages ang ginagamit, hindi na proud maging Pinoy. Aba, ano bang magagawa ng tao kung sa English o kung ano pang foreign language siya lumaki? Ang importante, proud siya na iacknowledge ang kanyang Filipino heritage.
Ako, I admit hindi ako yung tipong pwedeng magspeech gamit ang Tagalog dahil lumaki ako sa environment kung san binigyang halaga ang pagsalita ng Ingles, pero I genuinely and truly LOVE the Philippines. I’m also an English Language major. Does that make me any less of a Filipino? No. Nor does it make me any less proud to be one. I also don’t see why anyone would have a problem with anyone who’s proud enough to say THEY’RE PROUD TO BE PINOY. so what kung di ganun ka-genuine? so what kung nakikiuso lang? ayaw ba niya nun? uso na mahalin ang Pilipinas? I don’t normally follow the flow but if this is the case, then I’d be glad to follow the trend for once!
HAHA wala lang. na-irk lang ako. :P
What links Scots and Filipinos?
By EU Ambassador to the Philippines Alistair MacDonald
Editors’s Note: “Address by the Honorary Patron of the Manila St. Andrews Society, Ambassador Alistair MacDonald, on the occasion of the annual St. Andrews Ball, Manila Polo Club, 21 November 2009” is what the ambassador wanted for this blog’s title.
Our Chieftain asked me to say a few words tonight, before we move on to more important things. I asked him if he wanted a 20-minute speech, a 30-minute speech, or something more substantial. He told me that about 2 minutes would be closer to the mark, because the haggis would be getting cold.
Nevertheless, within these constraints, I would like to say a word about the links between the Philippines, our host country, and Scotland, our native land. A couple of years back, Peter Beckingham* spoke at length (and for rather longer than 2 minutes) about Scots in the Philippines. I’d like to look at the other side of the coin—the growing number of Filipinos who have chosen to study or work in Scotland.
I did a quick Google on Scotland and the Philippines, Scotland and Filipinos, Scotlandand Filipinas. And there were two main themes that I found there.
One was about fishermen—I hadn’t realised myself that there were perhaps 500 Filipinos working on Scottish fishing vessels—enjoying the sun in Fraserburgh or Ullapool, and learning to send text-messages like “Fit like, mun?” I thought at first that this was a question of relative cost—and I was confirmed in that view by comments that the Filipino fishermen were earning the glorious sums of between £250 and £600 a month—not a lot, particularly if you think what the conditions are like on fishing-boats, out in the North Sea or the Minch. But I also found an article which suggested that salaries were a secondary consideration, and that the main attraction of employing Filipino fishermen was that they are simply good guys—they work hard, are easy to get on with, and as one skipper said, “They’re great workers, but most of all ye can trust them. They dinna come home drunk or off their faces on drugs.” Maybe this says more about Fraserburgh than it does about OFWs, but it was clear that the Filipino fishermen were generally very much welcomed by their hosts in the North-East.
The second main theme that I found in Google was about the desire of the growing number of Filipinos in Scotland to integrate with their host community. For example, I saw that the United Filipino Communities of Scotland, in Pollokshaws, was carrying out a search for Mrs. Philippines Scotland 2009. Perhaps more interestingly (particularly if one imagines all those beauties bundled up in their anoraks, scarves, and hot-water bottles), I also found an explanation for why the Filipinos prefer Scotland toEngland.
This was also from the United Filipino Communities of Scotland, where on their website I found a paper explaining that the first members of the Filipino community in the UK arrived in London in the late 1940’s and early 50’s and discovered the exotic pleasures of a ride on a double-decker bus, or a night of Latin rhythms with Edmundo Ros. But something was missing. And it wasn’t until they went on to visit Scotland that they realised just what it was. London, they said, was missing any signs of ethnicity or roots. And in Scotland, we’ve got more ethnicity than you can shake a stick at.
There was even a suggestion that Filipinos and Scots must in fact, centuries or millenia back, share a common ancestry. The proof? Consider the strange similarity between Hoy, Ay Nako, and Och Aye the Noo. Consider also our joint preference, and I quote, “for strange songs and dances involving animal sounds and the possibility of severe personal injury.” Not to mention our joint preference for truly appetising if unusual foodstuffs—balut, or haggis.
And with that mention of haggis (and of course of balut, though I don’t think that this is on the menu tonight), I will leave you with the thought that Filipinos truly appreciate Scotland—just as Scots, and particularly those of us here tonight, very much appreciate our cheerful and generous hosts.
* Former British Ambassador to the Philippines Peter Beckingham.
(original article found here)
