Friday, September 26, 2008
☻ Yes. As in :D
2.Kumakain ka ba ng ampalaya?
☻ op kors! i love ampalaya
3.Anong mas gusto mo, Mcdo or Jollibee?
☻ McDo. Walang tatalo sa sausage McMuffin!
4.Anong madalas mong inoorder sa number 3?
☻ Bg Breakfast nila or Big Mac...
5.Mahilig ka ba sa maanghang?
☻ noon hindi. ngayon natotolerate ko na.
6.kumakain ka ba ng scramble?
☻ hahahahaha oo naman. walang sinabi mcflurry
7.Anong mas gusto mong sawsawan ng fishball?
☻ wala. di ako nag sasawsaw
8.Anong paborito mong sangkap ng halo-halo?
☻ nata de coco, leche flan and ice cream
9.Sumusunod ka ba sa instruction ng isang recipe?
☻i just get the general idea of the recipe and then wing it
10.Anong kakanin ang gustong gusto mong kainin?
☻ kutsinta with kinudkod na niyog
11.Bumibili ka ba ng samalamig na may sagong maliliit?
☻ oo naman
12.Banana-q o Turon?
☻ turon, hands down
13.San ka madalas kumain ng tapsilog?
☻ tapa king... masarap yung tapa king royale nila eh, pero masarap din yung tapslog
sa loob ng palengke ng marikina market mall
14.Nasarapan ka ba sa Pearl Cooler?
☻ hindi eh
15.Thick crust or Thin crust?
16.Kinakain mo ba ung taba na nasa dulo ng pork bbq?
17.Bumibili ka ba sa manong na nagtitinda ng tuhog tuhog na mangga at singkamas?
☻ yes!!!! gigil....
18.Catsup ba o Mayonnaise ang sawsawan mo ng French fries?
☻ catsup na hinalo sa mayo.
19.Ano ang madalas na Special Order request mo kapag umoorder ka sa fast food restaurant?
☻ big portion sa chicken (pag sa burger king, double cheese and triple patty)
20.Dine-in or Take-out?
☻ dine-in AT take out... tipong dine-in muna sabay pag paalis na, may dala ka pang take out.
21.San ka nakakain ng masarap na sisig?
23.Mahilig ka bang mag-softdrinks?
☻ coke light
24.Kumakain ka ba ng nakakamay?
☻ oo, pero kung may kubyertos, dun ako sa kubyertos
25.Anong paborito mong ipalaman sa tinapay?
26.Nakakain ka na ba ng adidas at ulo ng manok?
☻ oo. fave ng nanay ko ang ulo ng manok, fave ng tatay ko adidas
27.Tinatabi mo ba yung komiks sa bazooka?
☻ dati kasi akala ko may kahihinatnan yung pag tago ng lintek na komiks na yun
28.Chicharon or Fish Cracker?
☻ if its from baboy, it must be good. chicharon syempre.
29.Bumibili ka ba nung laruan na may candy sa loob?
☻ laruan lang. yung walang kendi sa loob
30.Nakatikim ka na ng kwek-kwek?
☻ ay bastos!!! oo naman
31.Kinakain mo ba ung sisiw na nasa balut?
32.Nagmimidnight snack ka ba?
33.Malakas ka ba sa kanin o sa ulam?
☻ dati sa kanin... ngayon sa ulam na
34.Champorado o Lugaw?
35.Cheese Ensaymada o ung plain lang?
36.Boy Bawang o Cornbits?
☻ Boy Bawang syempre
37. Wet Goods, Grocery o Palengke?
39.Nasubukan mo na bang iulam ang chippy?
☻ nope, pero naisahog ko na ang bread pan sa soup. tsalap!
Dekwat mula kay kats na dinekwat mula kay cheska fayatola
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Overseas Filipino Democracy
By Jerick T. Aguilar
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
The sacred Islamic month of Ramadan falls exactly this September in the Gregorian calendar. Having lived in countries where Islam is the official religion (for more than four years in a row!), my Muslim friends have told me once and again how their religion, unlike any other, is “democratic” – that everyone is the same in the eyes of God. And I somehow tend to agree with them.
For one thing, during Ramadan, Muslims around the world fast. They neither eat nor drink for about 12 hours, everyday, for 30 days straight – so everyone, whether rich, poor, or middle-class, feels hungry. Having to do this every year, all of them, with no exceptions, definitely know and remember the feeling of hunger. For another, their once-in-a-lifetime pilgrimage to Mecca also erases their economic and social status. Prince and pauper alike – everyone has to wear the same attire and perform the same ceremonies with millions of other Muslim pilgrims. And there are no special treatment and special privileges for anyone (not even the President of Iran who was there last year), period.
Being born and raised Christian, this has made me reflect whether my “default” religion is also democratic. I remember preferring to come to Mass ten minutes late because in my parish, the lector, before the beginning of the service, would always read out the list of donors who, of course, would get brownie points in heaven while the rest of the people who didn’t (or couldn’t) donate would most likely rot in hell. So nothing democratic there.
As far as fasting or abstinence is concerned, not all Christians practice it so we are not equal in this department. The same thing also goes for our holy pilgrimages. The more money you have, the more stars your hotel and the better English your tour guide in places such as Guadalupe in Mexico, Lourdes in France, and Fatima in Portugal (which I never experienced as my limited budget had me going to these official Marian sites as an independent traveller instead of being part of a group), the better for you.
Never mind our country either. We are a democracy only on the outside as our country is run by big business tycoons and influential interest groups – not by the people. We do have elections but the results do not reflect the people’s voice but the candidate’s wallet. And everyone is supposed to be equal under the law but, as George Orwell’s “Animal Farm” so rightly put it, bribery and nepotism make some people “more equal” than the majority. Enough said.
Given that I am hung up on democracy and that neither my religion nor my country gives me the real sense of it, I was close to converting to Islam (pun intended) until I realized that I have experienced true democracy without being Muslim. I have experienced it overseas with our “kababayans” around the world. I have noticed that, especially in terms of friendship, Filipinos abroad tend to practice and reinforce the real essence of democracy.
I, a mere (international) NGO worker, was in a “barkada” once where one was a supervisor at the US Embassy and the other was a US Embassy official’s housekeeper. In our get-togethers, issues of certificates/diploma and income were never brought up – like we were colleagues with similar positions in a company. Another “barkada” of mine (in another country at another point in time) consisted of an irregular migrant who constantly jumped from one job to the next, a loyal employee of a multinational company, and a Filipino restaurant owner. Yet no one among us was above or more special than the other.
And it’s not just my group of friends who traverse artificial boundaries of educational attainment and occupational ranks. I have met people time and again who belong to a heterogeneous “barkada”. I guess one of the reasons why this is so is because we overseas Filipinos believe that we are all one and the same. Regardless of what we studied and the work that we do, all of us chose to leave our family and friends behind in order to have a much better future for ourselves and for them. We may have different degrees and varying salaries, but we have similar reasons for leaving the Philippines and staying on overseas.
Not only is there democracy among Filipino friends overseas, but also between couples. I have encountered lovers again and again who otherwise might not have paired up if they had remained in the Philippines – a cook with a manager, a data encoder (the husband) with a bank executive (the wife who has a much higher salary, of course), and a beautician (nope, not the husband) with a chief engineer, to name a few. Again, their relationship is not a question of who has more years of education and more zeroes in their payslips, but of being happy with and loving each other, regardless.
I suppose another reason for such a democracy is because a number of overseas Filipinos I met and know do not practice their real profession and, hence, do not care what kind of job the other person has. I came across a nanny in Vienna, Austria who used to be union leader in Manila, not to mention a janitor in Dublin, Ireland who was once a soldier based in our province of Batangas. And who would forget our thousands of domestic helpers who were teachers as well as doctors before who are now nurses? To reiterate, their jobs may be different from their qualifications, but their purpose to be in a foreign country is the same – to make a better life for themselves and their loved ones.
So what is the big deal about having democracy among overseas Filipinos anyway, you ask? Even bigger, I answer. The fact that Filipinos abroad look beyond someone’s education as well as salary, and treat the other person with the same importance as well as respect only goes to show that we, as citizens, are capable of practicing what our country should stand for – a democracy of the people, by the people, and for the people. The unfortunate thing though is that we practice this outside and not in our country where real democracy is needed the most. If our government officials had been overseas Filipinos, then they would have been listening to the people and satisfying the needs of the majority so that there would have been fewer and fewer of us living and working abroad.
So Lacson's salvo backfired and now he is claiming (and i heard him say this on radio) that it was not him but Villar who made the issue "political". Whhhaaaat??? is he out of his mind?! The moment Lacson made the accusation and was supported by Jaj-ja-ja-Jambi "mana po" Madrigal, it was already political! Now they're trying to turn the tables! Lacson was also heard over DZBB saying that it was Villar's fault for making the issue political because he (Villar) was "ill-advised" by his "advisers".
Lacson further stated that Villar could have answered the allegations directly and should not have taken it as a political attack by a colleague. My God, Ping, Villar has a far better record than you will ever have so if I were you i'd just shut the f--k up before the sh-t really hits the fan it hits you right on the face.
By Tim Wise
For those who still can't grasp the concept of , or who
are constantly looking for some easy-to-understand examples of it,
perhaps this list will help:
White privilege is when you can get pregnant at seventeen like Bristol
Palin, and everyone is quick to insist that your life and that of your
family is a personal matter, and that no one has a right to judge you
or your parents, because every family has challenges, even as black
and Latino families with similar challenges are regularly typified as
irresponsible, pathological and arbiters of social decay.
White privilege is when you can call yourself a fuckin' redneck, like
Bristol Palin's boyfriend does, and talk about how if anyone messes
with you, you'll kick their fuckin' ass, and talk about how you like
to shoot shit for fun, and still be viewed as a responsible,
all-American boy (and a great son-in-law to be) rather than a thug.
White privilege is when you can attend four different colleges in six
years like Sarah Palin did (one of which you basically failed out of,
then returned to after making up some coursework at a community
college), and no one questions your intelligence or commitment to
achievement, whereas a person of color who did this would be viewed as
unfit for college, and probably someone who only got in in the first
place because of affirmative action.
White privilege is when you can claim that being mayor of a town
smaller than most medium-sized colleges, and then Governor of a state
with about the same number of people as the lower fifth of the island
of Manhattan, makes you ready to potentially be president, and people
don't all piss on themselves with laughter, while being a black US.
Senator, two-term state Senator, and constitutional law scholar, means
White privilege is being able to say that you support the words under
God in the pledge of allegiance because if it was good enough for the
founding fathers, it's good enough for me, and not be immediately
disqualified from holding office--since, after all, the pledge was
written in the late 1800s and the under God part wasn't added until
the 1950s--while believing that reading accused criminals and
terrorists their rights (because, ya know, the Constitution, which you
used to teach at a prestigious law school requires it), is a dangerous
and silly idea only supported by mushy liberals.
White privilege is being able to be a gun enthusiast and not make
people immediately scared of you.
White privilege is being able to have a husband who was a member of an
extremist political party that wants your state to secede from the
Union, and whose motto was Alaska first, and no one questions your
patriotism or that of your family, while if you're black and your
spouse merely fails to come to a 9/11 memorial so she can be home with
her kids on the first day of school, people immediately think she's
White privilege is being able to make fun of community organizers and
the work they do--like, among other things, fight for the right of
women to vote, or for civil rights, or the 8-hour workday, or an end to
child labor--and people think you're being pithy and tough, but if you
merely question the experience of a small town mayor and 18-month
governor with no foreign policy expertise beyond a class she took in
college--you're somehow being mean, or even sexist.
White privilege is being able to convince white women who don't even
agree with you on any substantive issue to vote for you and your
running mate anyway, because all of a sudden your presence on the
ticket has inspired confidence in these same white women, and made them
give your party a second look.
White privilege is being able to fire people who didn't support your
political campaigns and not be accused of abusing your power or being a
typical politician who engages in favoritism, while being black and merely
knowing some folks from the old-line political machines in
Chicago means you must be corrupt.
White privilege is being able to attend churches over the years whose
pastors say that people who voted for John Kerry or merely criticize
are going to hell, and that the U.S. is an explicitly
Christian nation and the job of Christians is to bring Christian
theological principles into government, and who bring in speakers who
say the conflict in the Middle East is God's punishment on Jews for
rejecting Jesus, and everyone can still think you're just a good
church-going Christian, but if you're black and friends with a black
pastor who has noted (as have Colin Powell and the U.S. Department of
Defense) that terrorist attacks are often the result of U.S. foreign
policy and who talks about the history of racism and its effect on
black people, you're an extremist who probably hates America.
White privilege is not knowing what the Bush Doctrine is when asked by
a reporter, and then people get angry at the reporter for asking you
such a trick question, while being black and merely refusing to give
one-word answers to the queries of Bill O'Reilly means you're dodging
the question, or trying to seem overly intellectual and nuanced.
White privilege is being able to claim your experience as a POW has
anything at all to do with your fitness for president, while being
black and experiencing racism is, as Sarah Palin has referred to it a
And finally, white privilege is the only thing that could possibly
allow someone to become president when he has voted with George W. Bush 90 percent of the time, even as unemployment is skyrocketing, people
are losing their homes, inflation is rising, and the U.S. is
increasingly isolated from world opinion, just because white voters
aren't sure about that whole change thing. Ya know, it's just too
vague and ill-defined, unlike, say, four more years of the same, which
is very concrete and certain.
White privilege is, in short, the problem.