At nandito na uli ako sa Pilipinas.
Nitong mga huling araw, nagpunta ako sa Nepal bilang delegado ng LFS sa Asia Pacific Youth Camp on Education and Employment ng Asian Students Association, na hinost ng All Nepal National Free Students Union.
Ito ang unang pagkakataon na lalabas ako sa Pilipinas, malayo sa aking mga kasama sa LFS, kay Olga, at sa mga kasama.
Magkahalong eksaytment at kaba ang aking nararamdaman nang magtake-off ang eroplano sa NAIA, maglanding sa Thailand, magtake-off muli mula Thailand (matapos ang labinlimang oras ng pamamalagi ko sa Bangkok Airport), at maglanding sa bansa kung saan ipinanganak si Buddha at kung saan bumababa ang mga aakyat ng Everest at Himalayas, ang Nepal.
Labinlima ang mga Internasyunal na delegado, Pilipinas, Bangladesh, Burma (Myanmar), Pakistan, Hongkong, Malaysia, India (mga Indigenous People ng India, Naga at Zomi). Malaki rin ang nakibahaging participant ng ANNFSU.
Akala ko dati, malamig ang Baguio. Nagbago ang pananaw ko sa kung ano ang malamig pagdating sa Nepal. Umaabot sa baba ng 0 (as in Zero) ang temperatura rito kapag gabi. Ganoon kalamig. Hindi mo na mararamdaman ang iyong mga daliri at manginginig ka pa rin kahit limang patong na ng damit ang suot mo. Mamumulikat ka rin sa lamig.
Buti na lamang, nakakapaso sa anghang ang mga pagkain. Hindi lang minsan na napaluha ako sa anghang.
Sa pagbyahe papuntang International Convention Center ng Nepal kung saan gaganapin ang Opening Program ng Youth Camp, hinabol kami ng tatlong bus na puno ng mga estudyanteng naghihiyawan, kumakaway, ang ilan, mayroon pang iwinawagayway na pulang bandila. Sila ang kasapi ng ANNFSU na nagmobilize upang makiisa sa aming Opening Program. Sabi nga ni Rey ng ASA, magitla na lang ang walang kilusan! :)
Matapos ang Opening Program, nagpunta na kami sa Hotel Mirabel, Dhulikel, labas ng Kathmandu para sa venue ng aming youth camp. Gabi kami dumating, nagyeyelo na sa lamig. Buti na lang, may milktea at heater sa aming kuwarto. Sa dilim, napansin na naming maganda ang venue. "Five star Hotel siguro ito," sa isip namin. Subalit kinaumagahan, nagulat na lamang kami... Hindi pa pala ang hotel mismo ang kailangang ipagyabang, kundi ang view. Mula sa bintana ng kuwarto namin ay ang Himalayas, ang bubong ng mundo!
Matapos ang masarap ngunit maanghang na agahan, simula na ng pormal na sesyon ng Camp. Talakayan sa kalagayan ng Edukasyon at Empleyo sa buong rehiyon ng Asya at Pasipiko.
Komersyalisado. kolonyal. Eletista. Represibo. Batay sa ulat ng mga delegado, ganito ang katangian ng edukasyon sa kanilang bansa. Pamilyar? Malamang pagka't ganito rin naman ang dominanteng sistema ng edukasyon na umiiral dito sa Pilipinas. Sa ilalim ng mga pakana ng imperyalismo at neoliberal na globalisasyon (na pakana rin ng imperyalismo), parami nang parami ang bilang ng mga kabataang hindi nakakapag-aral. Malaki ang problema sa usapin ng akses sa edukasyon sa buong rehiyon.
Problema rin ang kalidad at kurikulum sa mga paaralan. Sa Pakistan halimbawa, na kumakaharap sa sistema ng edukasyong fundamentalista, sinasabi ng kanilang mga guro sa Kasaysayan at Biology nqa "Listen, but don't belive."
Sa Burma naman, kapag pag-uusapan na ang demokrasya, kailangan pang isara ng mga guro ang bintana at pintuan ng kanilang paaralan sa takot na marinig ng mga elemento ng militar at estado.
Pataas nang pataas ang bilang ng mga kakulangan sa klasrum, textbuk, guro at iba pang pasilidad, kasabay ng pababa nang pababang subsidyo na natatanggap ng mga paaralan.
At kung makagradweyt ka naman, hindi pa tapos ang iyong problema pagkat lumalaki rin ang kakulangan ng desenteng empleyo sa mga bansa sa rehiyon. Laganap ang underemployment, kakulangan sa sahod, diskriminasyon, at unfair labor practice.
Dito ko nakita na ang mga isyung kinakaharap ng kabataan at mamamayan sa Pilipinas ay katulad at kaugnay ng mga kinakaharap ng ibang mga neokolonya ng imperyalismo. Kaya, mahalaga nga talagang makipagkaisa sa mga progresibong kilusan sa iba't ibang bansa. Subalit, sabi nga, ang pinakamalaking kontribusyong maibibigay natin sa pandaigdigang kilusan ay ang pagpapanalo ng sarili nating pakikibaka.
Matapos ng mgs workshop, sumama ako sa drafting committe ng camp upang buuin ang deklarasyon ng mga kabataan at estudyante sa Asia Pacific hinggil sa edukasyon at empleyo.
Matapos ang Youth Camp, balik na kami sa Kathmandu upang magshopping sa Thamel, ang tourist district ng Nepal na pinaghalong Divisoria at Malate, kung saan ka makakabili ng mga rare na libro, murang bags, statwa ni Buddha, at Buddhist Singing Bowls. Kailangan lang, marunong kang tumawad. Ang 600 rupees ay maaaring mapababa tungong 200 rupees. Lagpas kalahati. Mas mahusay siyempre kung may kasama kang lokal na puwedeng tumawad para sa iyo.
Bukod sa Thamel nakita ko rin ang kahirapan at kalagayan ng Nepal. Malaki na raw ang kanilang inunlad matapos matagumpay na maibagsak ng mamamayan ang mkonarkiyo noong 2006. Subalit, tiyak na mas malaki pa ang kailangang gawin upang mapaunlad ang kanilang bansa.
Hindi pa rin istable ang kanilang pulitika pagkat hindi pa nagaganap ang eleksyon ng kanilang Parlyamento at nananatiling isang interim government ang namumuno. Mayroon kasing stalemate ang mga pampulitikang partido sa kanilang bansa na natatakot mawalan ng kapangyarihan kapag naganap ang eleksyon.
Bago ako umalis, nagkaroon din ako ng pagkakataong makausap ang ilang kasapi ng ANNISUR, grupo ng mga kabataang Maoista sa Nepal. Isa sila sa pinakamatalas na kabataang nakausap ko sa Nepal at kanila ring naipaliwanag ang posisyon ng mga Maoista sa kanilang bansa.
Sa aking pagbalik sa Pilipinas, nakausap ko ang napakaraming Pilipino na pabalik ng bansa para sa Pasko. Ilan lamang sila sa halos sampung milyong OFW na nakikipagsapalaran sa dayuhang bansa para lamang kumita.
Ngayon, narito na ako. Wala na ang maaanghang na hapunan, mainit na milk tea, amoy ng insenso sa atmospera at ang pagbati ng Namaste (sabay magkadikit ang kamay, parang nagdadasal.)
Balik na ako sa bansa ng adobo, Mabuhay, at Pasko (sa pitong araw ko sa Nepal, isang Christmas Tree lang ang nakita ko. Buddhists, Hindus at Muslim kasi ang dominanteng relihiyon doon).
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Nagbebenta pala ako ng Nepali bags. Ilang piraso lang ito! Bilis at bili na!
Namaste!
right of passage
Sa wakas, nawala na ang kaba ko.
Lagi namang ganito tuwing may mob sa US Emba. Todo ang kaba. Sabi ko naman sa sarili ko, bawasan na ang kape, lalo kung may mainit na aksyon. Ewan ko ba bakit hindi na ako natuto. Sabagay, kung magising ka nga naman ng alas-nuwebe, tapos kailangan mo [pang gumawa, magprint at magparepro ng placards para sa isang aksyon na magaganap ng alas-onse sa kabilang bahagi ng Metro Manila, mahirap ding umiwas.
Sa byahe, non-stop ang text ng mga tao. "Asan ka na?" "Papunta na kami." "'San na uli ang kitaan?" "Marami nang pulis dito."
Pagbaba ng kanto ng kalaw at Taft, medyo malayo-layo ang lakaran. Kasabay ng kaba sa magaganap na action ay ang pagod, init ng araw, tapos 'yung paranoia na baka na lang damputin ka sa mga kanto na nagdudugtong sa UN Avenue at Kalaw o kaya nama'y lahat ng nakatambay ay intel. Tapos, mawawala ka pa.
Pagdating ng plaza Ferguson, makikita mo na mga tao. Ang ilan, bagong mukha, ang ilan, kilala mo sa mukha, ang ilan naman, sa pangalan. Konting batian, tapos balitaan. "Marami nang media." "Marami ring mobile ng pulis." "Start na ba?" "Start na."
Ikakalat ang props, tapos biglang magtitinginan, magpapakiramdaman, maghihintay sa mauunang maglaladlad ng placard, magmamartsa papuntang embahada, mauunang magtataas ng kamao at sisigaw. Siyempre, bukod sa hintayan, ang putok ng aksyon ang pinaka-nakakakaba. Kasi, ito 'yung panahong iaanounce mo sa mga nakatambay sa Plaza, sa media, at sa mga pulis na "mag-rarally kami at pupunta kami sa US Embassy."
Martsa, mgatratrapik. Lalapit sa media upang mag-abot ng Press Release. May masama akong experience dito. Kasi 'nung first time kong magmedia-liason, pati pulis, binigyan ko ng PR kaya agad na natugunan ang dapat na LR sa embahada.
Tapos, magugulat ka na lang na asa harap ka na ng embahada. Takbo sa seal! Unahang makapalo! Una, gamitin ang kamay. Tapos. pati placard na hawak mo, ipamalo mo na rin! Kung hindi ka pa natuwa, bunutin ang halaman sa paligid ng seal at ito ang ipamalo mo (ano ba talaga ang objective? Mapalo ang seal o magdamo?). At kung agit ka talaga dahil sa galit mo sa imperyalismo, kumuha ng redbrick at ito ang ipamalo mo. Tiyak, magiging makasaysayang nilalang ka na.
Ang pag-abot sa mismong gate ng embahada ay tila isang right of passage sa mga aktibista, lalo sa hanay ng mga kabataan at estudyante. Bahid siguro ng burgis na machismo, isang bragging right ng sabihing "napalo ko na ang seal ng US."
Sa halos limang taon kong pagiging-bakti, ngayong taon ko lang naranasan na makaabot ng ganito sa US embassy. Sabi nga, "mas madaling mag-rally sa Mendiola at Malacanang kaysa sa US embassy." Kasi naman, nagtitipon pa lang kayo sa kahabaan ng Kalaw, ang shield na ng mga pulis ang haharang sayo para man lang masilayan ang embassy. At kung magpapasaway ka pa't hindi kayo aalis, tiyak, maliligo kayo sa maduming tubig mula sa water cannon.
Tuwing may command-meeting para sa US emba rally, biruan din ang target na "touch the seal" pagka't alam ng lahat na ito ay suntok sa buwan. Kaya isang malaking tagumpay na sa taong ito, tatlong beses nang nakapagrally sa harap ng embahada ang YS. Para sa akin, ang ahitasyon ko ay produkto ng halos limang taong frustation na makapag-rally sa emba. Sa isang rally rin dito first time kong mahuli at madetain ng pulis sa loob ng halos labin-dalawang oras.
Simple, ngunit mahalaga ang bigat ng pagrarally sa emba. Una, ito na marahil ang isa sa pinakamalinaw na ekspresyon ng anti-imperyalistang paninindigan ng kabataan dito sa lunsod. Siyempre, sa kanayunan, iba ang porma ng paglaban na ito. Pagsampal ito sa dayuhang kapangyarihan. Pagsabi ito na "hindi kami natatakot sa inyo. Alam namin ang mga kabulastugang ginagawa ninyo dito sa bayan namin at sa marami pang iba." Ang pandarahas naman na ginagawa ng pulisya at ang kapangahasan ng mamamayan na kumilos sa kabila nito ay patunay sa kung kaninong interes naglilingkod ang mga armadong establisyemento ng estado at kung paano naman ito pilit nating nilalabanan.
Sa isang emba rally, tiyak ang dahas. Ang tanong na lamang ay "ano ngayon?" Nababawasan ang sakit ng galos at bukol sa kaalamang hindi lamang isang piraso ng bakal ang nalamatan mo kundi isang simbolo ng paghahari ng dayuhan sa bansa.Kaya, habang dinidisperse na, kita mo ang ngiti sa mga kasama. Magkakamayan, magbabatian. Sabay tingin sa pulis na umieskort sa inyo, "sa susunod uli!."
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raprotesta!
To everyone who was unable to catch my launching career as a rap artist, the video can now be watched, courtesy of studentstrike.
Now, if you want to sing along, here are the lyrics. :)
Download the original attachment
I
Noon pa lang lagi ng nagtatanong
Bakit ba ang bayan ay hindi sumusulong
Nasan na ang pangako ng pag-unlad?
Ekonomiya ng bansa, patuloy na sumasadsad
II
Pamahal nang pamahal bayarin sa pamantasan
Dahil sa maliit na pondo na nilalaan
Ang edukasyon, iba pang serbisyong panlipunan
Ipinagkakait sa atin ng pamahalaan
III
Maraming sikmura ang laging kumakalam
Maraming kababayan ang ginigiba ang tahanan
Lupang sinasaka nasa kamay ng iilan
Pinagsasamantalahan manggagawa sa pagawaan
IV
At habang dumarami mga taong naghihirap
Ang naghaharing-uri ay nagpapakasarap
Sa nakaw na yaman mula sa masang salat
Panahon na upang tayo ay mamulat, magmulat
CHORUS
Diwang palaban, dugong makabayan
Laging pasulong, at handang lumaban
Para sa kalayaan at demokrasya
Mag-aral, maglingkod, mangahas na makibaka
V
Ang estado, tila sunud-sunuran
Inuutus-utusan ng amo nitong dayuhan
Ang ating bayan kanilang ninanakawan
Hindi lang ng kayamanan kundi pati ng kalayaan
VI
Naghahasik, naglulunsad ng teroristang giyera
Sa lahat ng lumalaban at nakikibaka
Laban sa gahamang pag-aari ng imperyalista
George Bush, Uncle Sam, mga amo ni Gloria
VII
Nasan na ang sinasabing kalayaan?
Kung ang ating bansa kontrolado ng dayuhan
Sa ekonomiya at usaping pulitika
Ugnayang panlabas, maging ang ating kultura
VIII
WTO, IMF at World Bank
All-out war sa Afghan at Iraq
CIA and G.I. Joe
How many kids did you kill today, yo?
ULITIN ANG KORO
IX
Mga mag-aaral sa pamantasa’y lumabas
At sa lansangan, tumungo’t nangahas
Hindi natakot sa pulis na nandarahas
Bitbit ang paninindigan na walang kasing talas
X
Sa LFS kami ay sumanib
At doon nadama ang dakilang pag-ibig
Sa masa, sa bayang binusalan ang bibig
Buong paglilingkod sa kanila aming hatid
XI
At kami tumungo sa pagawaan
Sa komunidad at kabukiran
Nag-aral, natuto sa karanasan
Ng masang api’t pinagsasamantalahan
XII
At alam naman namin na hindi sapat
Eleksyon, reporma, lahat ito’y salat
DRB ang solusyon, ito ang nararapat!
Teorya ng MLM, sa praktika ilapat!
ULITIN ANG KORO
XIII
Ngayon, pakinggan ninyo aming tugmaan
Patungkol sa MKMP na lipunan
Mayaman ang bansa
Naghihirap ang sambayanan
XIV
Ang tatsulok ay nananatili
Iilan lamang ang naghahari
Pinagsasamantalahan ang mababang-uri
Sa lipunan ito ang ating pagsusuri
XV
Imperyalismo, Pyudalismo
Burukrata kapitalismo
Tatlong salot sa lipunang Pilipino
Kaya nagdarahop ang bayan ko
XVI
Tayo lahat bagong dugong Bonifacio
Sa kabila ng dahas, nakatayo’t prinsipyado
At ito na lamang huling paalala sa inyo
Ang karit, ang maso, dudurog sa estado
ULITIN ANG KORO (3X)
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semender
malapit nang matapos ang semestre, pero wala pang ktiyakan ng king paggraduate.
marami pang kailngang habulin.
papers, exams, papers, exams.
to top it all off, hindi rin ako masyadong nakakagampan ng gawain sa LFS.
busit.
I better stop procrastinating my resolution to stop procrastinating.
busit!
BMI
Went to Laguna for the weekend, for the Basic Masses Integration Program of the LFS.
First stop, with workers from Nestle who remain in a six-year strike after talks with the Nestle Cabuyao Management regarding the guidelines for their Collective Negotiations Agreement broke down in 2001. The issue: whether Retirement Benefits is a negotiable item on the CBA. In 1991, the Supreme Court has already made a decision that the said benefit IS a negotiable item. In 2006, that decision has been reaffirmed by the High Court, ordering that the Union and the Nestle Management resume negotiations.
However, Nestle is yet to face the workers. The factory in Laguna has resumed operations, with less experienced contractual workers. The Union was only able to hold the gates and paralyze factory operations for a month, as they had to face not only the Union, but the combined force of the Department of Labor and Employment (DOLE), the Philippine National Police, and the Armed Forces of the Philippines.
The DOLE, released an Assumption of Jurisdiction (AJ) order, authorizing the Secretary of DOLE (Particia Sta. Tanas) to use the police to break the picket line of the workers and order them to return to work. The DOLE justified their actions by saying that the strike was against national interest. After all, Nestle is one of the biggest corporations that invest here in the Philippines. But the experience not only of the Nestle workers but others that I have been able to talk to say that the AJ has always been used against workers, revealing the reality that government agencies serve the few and the powerful.
Incidentally, last Saturday, February 22 was the second-year anniversary of the slay of Nestle Workers Union President Diosdado "Ka Fort" Fortuna. He is the 11th Nestle worker leader to be killed around the world, which means that his death is not an isolated case but is actually a practice of the multinational corporation to prevent dissent from its workers. He is also the second Nestle workers union president to be killed here in the Philippines, after the who preceded him.
As the Nestle workers slogan goes, "There's blood in your coffee."
I never really was faithful to the Nestle Boycott campaign. Though I try to be conscious of what I buy, Boycotting all Nestle products (that number at 8,000 brand names) has been difficult, partly due to convenience (when you need food, there's always a Nestle product in a store near you). But after meeting Nestle workers, I have made a personal decision to be resolute at living a Nestle-free life. I hope you do too.
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After Nestle, we spent the Night and the following day at a community of rural workers, those that belong to the lowest strata of the lowest strata in the social triangle. (Maralitang magsasaka).
At Tatay Elizer's house, before going to sleep, we found out that we are not the first visitors to their community, that many have long been their adopted children as exposurees.
In the morning, we woke up early, had a discussion of the situationer of the community, then removed our slippers to go to the farm and help in the harvesting of rice. Though the locals made it look simple, using a sickle efficiently and safely is very difficult. My little finger has a wound after being scraped by a sickle. Under the piercing heat of the sun, wearing nothing but a shirt and shorts, we caught a practical glimpse of how difficult it is to be peasant.
And that was just the physical aspect of it. The economic and political aspect, I can only imagine. As a petty-B from a family that is relatively well-to-do, I have always been sheltered from the difficulties of living. The biggest problem I had recently was if I can deliver a report in class. But the people there, and the many other peasants in the country can't even send their kids to school or bring food to the table.
After the harvest, the Petty-B me exclaimed, "And suwerte ko pala't naging Peti-B ako, 'di ko nararanasan ang ganitong hirap araw-araw."
To which Venzer replied, "Anong suwerte? Malas ka kasi wala kang alam."
Harsh as it sounds, the realization dawned on me. What do I know? Apart from what I read in books, hear in class, and live in a life conditioned by the illusions made by state ideological establishments,what do I know?
I'm just learning. A little at a time. In the streets, in discussion groups, in alternative forums, in talking with the people, I learn.
To quote Pablo Neruda,
I learned about life
from life itself,
love I learned in a single kiss
and could teach no one anything
except that I have lived
with something in common among men,
when fighting with them,
when saying all their say in my song.
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Here is a statement I made at our propaganda writing workshop during the BMI.
The assignment: write a statement that shall make a reader end buying Nestle products.
Hintayin na kumulo. 'Yung nakakapaso. Pero kahit anong sakit na maramdaman mo kapag isinawsaw mo ang daliri mo, hindi pa rin nito matatapatan ang sakit mula sa batuta ng police o tubig mula sa water cannon na naranasan ng mga manggagawa ng Nestle sa kanilang strike laban sa management.
2. Ihalo ang Isang kutsarang kape.
'Yung mabango. Masarap 'yung frothe o kaya'y Hazelnut flavor. Pero kahit mabango ito, hindi pa rin nito mapagtatakpan ang sangsang ng amoy ng korporasyong ayaw makipag-usap sa mga manggagawa. Kahit makatarungan at nararapat ang kanilang ipinaglalaban. Kahit dalawang beses nang sinabi ng Korte Suprema noong 1991 at 2006 na isang negotiable item ang retirement benefits sa Collective Bargaining Agreement. Ang pagpupumilit kasi ng gahamang Nestle na hindi maaaring pag-usapan ang nasabing benepisyo sa CBA ang dahilan kung bakit nagstrike ang mga manggagawa.
3. Ihalo ang asukal batay sa panlasa.
Pero kahit gaano karaming kutsara ng asukal ang pa ang ilagay mo, mananatili pa ring mapait ang karanasan ng mga manggagawa na pinaslangan ng isang lider upang sila ay matakot, manahimik, at iatras ang laban. Dalawang taon na mula nang patayin ng berdugong Nestle si Diosdado "Ka Fort" Fortuna, tagapangulo ng kanilang unyon. Hanggang ngayon, mailap pa rin ang hustisya sa kanyang kamatayan.
4. Haluin.
Sa labor dispute sa pagitan ng Nestle workers at ng Nestle Management, nakikihalo ang Department of Labor and Employment, Philippine National Police, Armed Forces of the Philippines, at Municipal Trial Court ng Laguna. Pero sa halip na ipagtanggol ng mga ahensyang ito ang karapatan ng mga manggagawa, ginagamit pa nila ang dahas at batas ng estado upang masunod ang nais ng Management. Kung anu-anong gawa-gawang kaso ang hinaharap ng mga lider ng unyon. Sila pa ang masama at terorista sa mata ng gobyernong napatunayan nag nabibili ng dayuhan at nagsisilbi sa kanilang interes.
5. Inumin.
'Yan ay kung matitiis pa ng iyong sikmura ang Nescafe, na sa likod ng kanilang magarbong advertisements ay ang katotohanang pumapatay sila ng mga manggagawa. Mabuti pa, tigilan mo na ang pagbili mo ng Nestle products. Ito na ang suportang iyong maibibigay sa mga manggagawa ng Nestle na sa kabila ng hirap na kanilang dinaranas sa kamay ng Nestle at ng sabwatang DOLE-PNP-AFP-MTC ay patuloy pa rin sa pakikipaglaban para sa kanilang karapatan.
Boycott all Nestle products!
Justice for Ka Fort!
gettin' down
Had my launching as a hip-hop artist last night, during our cultural night in celebration of the LFS anniversary.
Real fun, though I did not get to rap, because I preferred to take the K-hon and make the beat for our number. However, I, along with a few LFS mems wrote the rap song, brainstorming for more than two hours just to get the rhyme right. Yo!
Lia's dance/armpit performance was also cool. Ever since I've learned that she dances, I have always asked her to quit being shy about it.
The Hiyas-Zangief play, which acted as an interlude in between the three segments of the cultural night was fun. Though I doubt that her brat-kid role was just acting as she is a brat in real life... :)
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JOMA is free! Yehey! However, the fight for his rights as well as those who are being harassed by the regime is far from over. There's always something "pasabog" that we can expect from a regime as rotten as this one.
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I haven't seen Olga for over two days. As of writing this, I'll be taking the bus to go back to Pangasinan which means another two days... :(
back in blogging form (or something to that effect)
with everything (LFS anniversary, JMS arrest, semester about to end) going at the same time, I never had an opportunity to post a new entry here.
so i'm back, or as this post's title says "something to that effect."
What's been going on with me lately? For starters, my phone got lost yesterday. Yes, my ever-dependent phone is now the property of someone else. In the midst of the panicking and pressure a few hours before the LFS clean-up drive in Recto and Mendiola, I accidentally left my beloved phone in an internet cafe at Vinzons Hall. I just realized that I did not have my phone in the somewhere in Espana while in an FX.
Later in the afternoon, we waited for a couple of hours in front of the old NEDA building in UP Manila at Padre Faura while waiting for a torch-march to the US embassy. By 7, we started the March.
As we came towards the embassy, the police and security guards in the damned building were surprised to see more than a hundred students, carrying torches (reminiscent of the Salem witch hunts), mouthing loud anti-imperialist slogans, marching towards them.
Agitated, we stormed the embassy gates, banged on the seal of the United States, threw pebbles, and even the torches! (video footage to be posted soon!)
:)
Thats it. For now anyways. For the umpteenth time, I have made a personal resolution to post as often as I can here. Hope to keep it this time though.
Viva LFS!
tula #2
DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas
Hi ho
The ever resourceful Olga, or should i say Olga Sulfur-16 Guela, told me to visit this, this saying that I'll probably like to... And i actually did.
Henceforth, I shall now be Ron Watermelon-2 Villegas. Hi ho.
To explain further, let me now quote Wilbur Daffodil-11 Sawin, future president of the US of A.
"As I said in my speech, your new middle name would consist of a noun, the name of a flower or fruit or nut or vegetable or legume, or a bird or a reptile or a fish, or a mollusk, or a gem or a mineral or a chemical element -- connected by a hyphen to a number between one and twenty."
Vonnegut addicts would understand that it has always been his belief that one of the reasons why people act the way they should not be acting is due to the lack of extended families.
Now, it's not that I no longer like my middle name, de Vera, which is also nice in itself, nor am I fully convinced with everything that the late great Vonnegut has written in his novels.
Its all in good fun really. And if you must know, Rowan Atkinson is also a member of the Watermelons, according to the website from which gave me my new middlename, selected at immaculate random. Hi ho.
I'm explaining a few things
You are going to ask: and where are the lilacs?
and the poppy-petalled metaphysics?
and the rain repeatedly spattering
its words and drilling them full
of apertures and birds?
I'll tell you all the news.
I lived in a suburb,
a suburb of Madrid, with bells,
and clocks, and trees.
From there you could look out
over Castille's dry face:
a leather ocean.
My house was called
the house of flowers, because in every cranny
geraniums burst: it was
a good-looking house
with its dogs and children.
Remember, Raul?
Eh, Rafel? Federico, do you remember
from under the ground
my balconies on which
the light of June drowned flowers in your mouth?
Brother, my brother!
Everything
loud with big voices, the salt of merchandises,
pile-ups of palpitating bread,
the stalls of my suburb of Arguelles with its statue
like a drained inkwell in a swirl of hake:
oil flowed into spoons,
a deep baying
of feet and hands swelled in the streets,
metres, litres, the sharp
measure of life,
stacked-up fish,
the texture of roofs with a cold sun in which
the weather vane falters,
the fine, frenzied ivory of potatoes,
wave on wave of tomatoes rolling down the sea.
And one morning all that was burning,
one morning the bonfires
leapt out of the earth
devouring human beings --
and from then on fire,
gunpowder from then on,
and from then on blood.
Bandits with planes and Moors,
bandits with finger-rings and duchesses,
bandits with black friars spattering blessings
came through the sky to kill children
and the blood of children ran through the streets
without fuss, like children's blood.
Jackals that the jackals would despise,
stones that the dry thistle would bite on and spit out,
vipers that the vipers would abominate!
Face to face with you I have seen the blood
of Spain tower like a tide
to drown you in one wave
of pride and knives!
Treacherous
generals:
see my dead house,
look at broken Spain :
from every house burning metal flows
instead of flowers,
from every socket of Spain
Spain emerges
and from every dead child a rifle with eyes,
and from every crime bullets are born
which will one day find
the bull's eye of your hearts.
And you'll ask: why doesn't his poetry
speak of dreams and leaves
and the great volcanoes of his native land?
Come and see the blood in the streets.
Come and see
The blood in the streets.
Come and see the blood
In the streets!
Pablo Neruda
shingha
Found this in the desktop of a computer at an internet cafe in the shopping center. Thought i'd share the fun... shingha.
random thoughts
As of writing this post,
I miss Olga whom I haven't seen all day,
I'll never see Bob Smith again (more on this on later posts), Hopefully,
I've just earned P200 after serving as a major network's guinea pig for their new gameshow,
My cellphone's battery is dead,
I want to drink coffee,
I've just learned in the news that the AFP shall be deploying troops at urban communities, again,
I just finished editing my friendster profile,
Ka Bel has just been released, finally,
The rain has stopped.
Oh well...
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I promise to try writing something coherent next time.
Meanwhile, I urge you, anonymous-reader-who-is-cursing-me-now-for-wasting-your-time-by-making-you-read-what-is-written-above, to visit this. Its pure genius. Really.
motorcycle diaries
I always liked to ride motorcycles. The sound of the engine, vehicles zooming by, the faces of the people you see in the sidewalks, and the wind as it rushes on your face adds up to a wonderful experience.
I went home to Pangasinan for the weekend. Waiting for me at home was my dad's new motorcycle which he has been boasting about for quite a while. But it was apparent that its full capacity was yet to be exploited (the mileage was only at around 425.) This is where I come in.
After I woke up last Saturday morning, I immediately and eagerly went to our garage and hopped at the motorcycle. (Yes, no time to spare for breakfast nor a change of clothes, just a wash in the face was enough.) I called my cousin to join me for the joyride and off we went.
From Bayambang, we went to San Carlos City to Malasiqui and Back. I'm assuming that the distance was 70 kilometers since it took us an hour and we travelled between 60-100 km/hr.
The road was smooth and wide, and since it was in the province, in the middle of farms and agricultural land. There were only a few cars and vehicles in the road so we pretty much had only ourselves for the trip.
And the trip was really a joyride. To quote, "You see things vacationing on a motorcycle in a way that is completely different from any other. In a car you're always in a compartment, and because you're used to it you don't realize that through that car window everything you see is just more TV. You're a passive observer and it is all moving by you boringly in a frame.
On a cycle the frame is gone. You're completely in contact with it all. You're in the scene, not just watching it anymore, and the sense of presence is overwhelming. That concrete whizzing by five inches below your foot is the real thing, the same stuff you walk on, it's right there, so blurred you can't focus on it, yet you can put your foot down and touch it anytime, and the whole thing, the whole experience, is never removed from immediate consciousness." (Zen and the art of Motorcycle Maintainance)
And that is what I like about Morotcycles. You become a part of the surroundings. The wind that makes the branches of trees sway is the very same one that you feel on your face.
The only trouble we had was when we came back home. That is when I felt the burns. After all, what can you expect when you ride a motorcycle, in a road which is most of the time without any shade, wearing only boxershorts and a tee, at 12:00 pm, with the nearly perpetual summer yet to end in the Philippines?
Postscript
Before I went back home to Manila, the Mileage was at 550. (We also went to Camiling Tarlac last Sunday, but at 6:00pm where it was colder.)
patay-patayan
As part of our campaign nationawide campaign against the ATB, I, along with other members of the LFS smeared red paint and lied-down in the streets fronting the steps of Palma Hall in the University of the Philippines in Diliman.
Of course, it is apparent that such a draconian piece of legislation such as the Anti-Terror Bill or Human Security Act of 2007 shall only embolden the military to continue on their killing spree against legitimate political and progressive organizations that they label as "left."
I'm not supersticious. Just the thought of lying in the streets, full of paint that is supposed to be blood, and the sound of camera shutters from the media made me feel as if I'm in SOCO or CSI. It really was chilling. 
A prelude of things to come? Though I hope not, the very fact the the hundreds of cases of extrajudicial killings remain unsolved and Karen and She are yet to be found makes the protest action seem a real prophecy.
Afraid. It really is a scary thought. The beginnings of another Martial Law? No. Martial Law II has long been in this country since GMA took to power. What we have here now is Martial Law institutionalized, legalized.
One thing is missing from the protest action though. It is the fact that alongside this renewed efforts by the administration to stifle dissent is renewed vigot and grim determination from all sectors of society.
We shall fight. We shall not be afraid. This is dark times indeed. But we shall fight.
deathnote
Just finished watching the 37th episode of deathote, the latest Japanese anime that I've been hooked into lately. It seems as if it is the last in the brilliant anime series, which also has its roots in Japanese Manga. From what I know, it has already been made into a live action movie and a live action TV series of the same title.
Basically, the story revolves around Yagami Light, a bored highschool student that acquires a deathnote dropped by a bored Shinigami (death god) to the human world. Though there are rule in using the note, the basic premise is that any human whose name is written in the deathnote shall die. Light then uses the deathnote to "create a new world" by killing criminals.
The governments, alarmed by the sudden deaths of notable criminals turn to L, the world's no.1 detective to capture the killer that has been given the nickname "Kira" (japanenese for killer, i think).
The story then develops in a cat and mouse chase where the two main characters attempt to outwit each other.
I won't go into the details of the series since I am not a fan of spoilers. However, there are a few points of interest that about the series which is the reason why I'm writing this post.
Most notable of these is the theme that the anime is playing with. Besides death, it also questions our concept of "justice." The anime does not present a clear cut line as to who is the protagonist and antagonist. Is it the Kira, the person who places justice into his own hands by killing known criminals? Or is it L and the police, establishments funded by governments and the state to "maintain order", to "serve and protect."
Deathnote allows the audience to choose as to whom his/her sympathies lie and who is doing what may be considered as "just."
It is interesting to note that the anime potrays the definite action of the state's coercive force (police and military) once another entity (such as Kira) challenges their capacity as "law enforcers."
Despite the fact that crime has almost vanished since the powers of Kira was unleashed and criminals became "judged," the police became more obsessed with hunting down Kira.
Another thing that got me hooked was the fact that deathnote does not provide all the details of what is happening and explains a few vague points later on. This is crcial since it leaves the viewers hanging, theorizing about what was happening, making guesswork at what are the plans of the characters, and then hoping that he/she was right in what he thinks to have occured.
However, be warned. It is not for children and is way too mature for the regular anime addicts.
pervert's guide to cinema
the other day, i joined vencer, rico of kabataan party and a few others to watch The Pervert's Guide to Cinema, a lecture by philosopher and psychoanalyst Slavoj Zizek.
This is probably one of the coolest, and heaviest films that I have wathced for some time now. (The last one was a year ago with Waking Life).
Basically, Zizek used cinema as a means of explaining his arguments on psychoanalysis and at the same time, using psychoanalysis to explain the value of cinema in our time.
Zizek steps between iconic scenes in cinema history, including the fruit cellar in Hitchcock's Psycho, or in the scene where Morpheus offers Neo the two pills in the Matrix. In explaining his points, he used various movies, from the Marx Brothers to Hitchcock, Chaplin's The great dictator to Alien.
Of course, I'm yet to fully grasp the arguments being presented by Zizek in his lecture. For one, my knowledge of Freudian psychoanalysis is very much limited, second, we had some trouble with the speaker we were using, and third, it was real heavy stuff.
One of the points that I remember him saying was that today, Cinema is actually a necessity for us to understand reality. Especially since we are afraid to confront this reality or because reality is not "real" but is constructed.
I also remember him saying something about video gamers. Of course, it has long been said that people play video games because it enables them to be who they want to be but cannot because of the limitations set by society. However, Zizek points out that video gamers may also play games not because it allows them to be who they want, but who they really are.
The art of cinema consists in arousing desire, to play with desire, but at the same time keeping it at a safe distance. Domesticating it. Rendering it palpable…
The problem for us is not are our desires satisfied or not. The problem is how do we know what we desire? There is nothing spontaneous, nothing natural about human desire. Our desires are artificial. We have to be taught to desire.
Cinema is the ultimate pervert art. It doesn’t give you what you desire. It tells you how to desire.
-Slavoj Zizek, Pervert's Guide to Cinema, 1997
powto no. 3
detail of dambana ng kagitingan, summit of Mt. Samat
powto no.1
from here on end, i shall be posting more pictures. as a friend of mine told me once, humans are visual learners. and who am i to argue since with an education major?
and to begin, here is powto no.1. enjoy. :)
viralinks
Ok. I know that I've started blogging again for just a few months now after I stopped a while back. For that, I am yet to increase my "authority" as a blogger. And I do know that it takes months, even years to do that, especially with countless blogs out there and new ones being started each day. And yes, one has to admit the truth that there's a lot of bloggers out there that has far more interesting stuff to tell or writes the same stuff that i blog about, only better.
of course, it won't help if one gets a boost here and there, especially from fellow bloggers.
while hopping blogs, I found this real cool tool that I can use to boost the PR of blogs.
Its called Viraltags, the brainchild of blogger Andy Coates and developed by other bloggers such as Jimmy Huens
The idea is to get bloggers create links for one another which in turn boosts one's popularity in the web. So join the bandwagon I do with Viralink. I just hope it works for me...
Instructions:
1.) Copy and paste the entire matrix of “ViralTags” below.
2.) Substitute the Host Tag and one of the “ViralTags” in the matrix with your anchor text of choice containing your blog’s URL. Please keep anchor text to a maximum of 3 words to keep the matrix size manageable.
3.) When you get a ping back from someone that has your link in one of their “ViralTags”, practice good karma by copying his/her Host Tag’s anchor text (automatically the associated link will also be copied) and paste it over one of your “ViralTags” below.
4.) Encourage and invite your readers to do the same and soon this can grow virally.
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Important: Once I get a ping back from you, I will add your anchor text and the associated link you designate as “Host Tag” here, replacing one of the “ViralTags” from the matrix above. As more and more bloggers copy and paste this matrix, the more backlinks you will have from your anchor text. If everybody who copies and pastes from your blog does the same, pretty soon this will spread and go viral. Remember, the sooner you participate, the more links you will receive!
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There it is folks. This should help you improve your Technorati ranking, SERP and Google PR. Please leave comment here if you have copied from this matrix so that I can add you just in case your ping back didn’t reach me.
Rules
No Porn Sites
Only 1 link per person (i.e don’t hog the viralink!)
Please don’t tamper with other peoples url’s
Sirens of Titan
Just finished reading Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.'s Sirens of Titann, his second novel, published in 1959 after the Player Piano.
For anyone still looing for the meaning in life or for a good book to read, may I suggest this fun book. Its general themes include the concept of freewill, omniscience, and even the purpose of humanity, but packaged like another sci-fi story. It presents the Marxist conception of religion as an opium of the people which drives its followers to do often insane acts.
And much like other sci-fis, it contains imaginative concepts about time, like the Chrono-Synclastic Infundibula. There is even a crazy war between the Earth and Mars!
Crazy, weird, fun, heartbreaking, with a twist of romance it has pretty much everything that one can find from a Vonnegut novel which I never just seem to get grow tired of.
A definite 5 out of 5!
As an endnote, I present to you here a definition of the Chrono-Synclastic Infundibula, as defined by Dr. Cyril Hall, in the fourteenth edition of A Child's Cyclopedia of Wonders and Things to Do, as copied from Sirens of Titan.
Chrono-Synclastic Infundibula — Just imagine that your Daddy is the smartest man who ever lived on Earth, and he knows everything there is to find out, and he is exactly right about everything, and he can prove he is right about everything. Now imagine another little child on some nice world a million light years away, and that little child's Daddy is the smartest man who ever lived on that nice world so far away. And he is just as smart and just as right as your Daddy is. Both Daddies are smart, and both Daddies are right.
Only if they ever met each other they would get into a terrible argument, because they wouldn't agree on anything. Now, you can say that your Daddy is right and the other little child's Daddy is wrong, but the Universe is an awfully big place. There is room enough for an awful lot of people to be right about things and still not agree.
The reason both Daddies can be right and still get into terrible fights is because there are so many different ways of being right. There are places in the Universe, though, where each Daddy could finally catch on to what the other Daddy was talking about. These places are where all the different kinds of truths fit together as nicely as the parts in your Daddy's solar watch. We call these places chrono-synclastic infundibula.
The Solar System seems to be full of chrono-synclastic infundibula. There is one great big one we are sure of that likes to stay between Earth and Mars. We know about that one because an Earth man and his Earth dog ran right into it.
You might think it would be nice to go to a chrono-synclastic infundibulum and see all the different ways to be absolutely right, but it is a very dangerous thing to do. The poor man and his poor dog are scattered far and wide, not just through space, but through time, too.
Chrono (kroh-no) means time. Synclastic (sin-classtick) means curved toward the same side in all directions, like the skin of an orange. Infundibulum (in-fun-dib-u-lum) is what the ancient Romans like Julius Caesar and Nero called a funnel. If you don't know what a funnel is, get Mommy to show you one.
Tanygnathus lucionensis
Kingdom: Animalia
Phylum: Chordata
Class: Aves
Order: Psittaciformes
Family: Psittacidae
Genus: Tanygnathus
Species: T. lucionensis
Common Name: Blue-naped Parrot
Nickname: Pikoy
This is Pikoy. A parrot that my dad got from my Tia in Bataan.
Yes, he does speak. But he is only able to intrduce himself,"Ako si Pikoy!"; insult others, "Pangit!"; and imitating my mother's loud laugh.
Apparently, one of the first things thought to a parrot by its owners is how to insult others.
Though my arms is litterally filled with scratches now, its still nice to put him in your arms and feed him with chilli or sunflower seeds, whatever is handy.
happy FX
had the most eventful FX ride last night.
just came from Park 'n Ride in Lawton to accompany olga where she took a bus ride to Cavite.
Since I was planning to go to the LFS staffhouse, I took a jeep that would pass by welcome rotonda.
Somewhere along España poured the heaviest rain so far this year. By welcome rotonda, I had to take shelter from the rain at the entrance of the the South East Asia College (not sure about the name of the school but it used to be the UDMC College, I think).
So I waited there, took a few pictures, and waited for weather to get nicer.
When it was apparent that the weather has got no plans of cooperating, I decided to abandon my plans of going to the staffhouse, brave the rain and just go home.
A few minutes later, an FX taxi headed for Cubao stopped in front of the school to drop a passenger, so ran I did to get into it.
Dripping wet, I sat and relaxed at the second row of the FX, behind the driver, taking pictures with my cameraphone.
Somewhere between the E. Rodriguez Puregold Qi Centrall Supermarket and Welcome Rotonda, the FX I was in got stuck in traffic. Then a man in orange sando, carrying an umbrella opened the door of the FX's passenger seat, and suddenly grabbed the cellphone (I learned later that it was a vodafone) of the lady beside the driver.
In less than ten seconds, it was all over.
Everybody in the FX were in shock, including the driver. In a few awkward moments, we were all in silence, trying to comprehend what just happened. The lady who lost her phone broke the silence.
"Buti na lang cellphone ko lang 'yung kinuha."
And I too was just glad that the man did not go inside the car and robbed all of us of our phones. Whew!
But, I was to discover that the night was not over yet. We were still stuck in traffic somewhere along E. Rod. and the flood has gotten knee-high.
The vehicles in E. Rod. did not dare cross the flood, afraid that their engines may break down. Goodthing the driver in the FX had guts to brave the flood.
E. Rod had suddenly become a very huge swimming pool, complete with children lying in the ground and running around.
I finally got home at around 9:30, dripping wet, runny nose and all. But I was just glad that I was home.
paynali!
at last, the summer for me is over. Well, the classes ended monday last week but I wasn not through with it yet since I had an exam last Thursday an a paper that was due yesterday.
Yes. it was due yesterday but I only got to finish it today. Whoever said making a review of three researches on organizational and industrial psychology published in international journals was easy?
I thought so, but experience this past few days has proven me wrong.
I spen a wholata money on this thing, with the researches being at least 20 pages long. I actually had to go to PUP where the printing costs P1.00 to print the researches. Then, there was the very tiring and not to mention boring task of reading the damn three, summarizing them, and actually making a review of them.
The situation is actually worsened by the fact that I got no computer at home. Yep, Lorna, my ever-trustable laptop had died (thanks to my two cousins who took all the keys from the keyboard off...)
Also, I have the bloodiest runny nose in the freaking universe. Thank god for the rain yesterday and my stubborness to look for some shade and persist in walking in the rain.
The station where I'm actually typing this now is crammed with wet, sticky, and dreadful tissues. My apologies to the shop owner, and yes, as awful as it may sound, I'm going to pick them up one-by-one and throw 'em in a trash can...
(actual photo of the computer, not a recreation.)
well, after paragraphs of whining, I'm off to the psych department to pass my paper (Though I'm not sure if my professor will accpat it... I so hope she does...) and its over for me!
Hooray, and Hoorah!
I can finally watch the charlie chaplin movies that I got from my mother...
wuhoooo!!!!
Pirates!
Just finished watching Pirates of the Caribbean: At world's end with Olga. Read at my review here (opens in a new window).
But since my review is posted in another blog, POTC is not the reason for this post.ent home
Rather, it is because I just came from Quiapo yesterday and saw a copy of the Adobe Creative Suite 3 Design Premium which contains:
InDesign CS3
Photoshop CS3 Extended
Illustrator CS3
Flash CS3 Professional
Dreamweaver CS3
Acrobat 8 Professional
and, support softwares
Adobe Bridge CS3
Version Cue CS3
Adobe Device Central CS3
Adobe Stock Photos
Acrobat Connect
Being the novive (read: trying hard) graphic artist that I am, I'm quite eager to see the new features that the upgrade to CS2 boasts of. So i went to the website of adobe to chekitout. Indeed, it seems to be a nice product, which I have always expected from adobe.
But what was a real shocker was the price!
The genuine Adobe Creative Suite 3 Design Premium costs a whopping US$1,799! That is equivalent to Php 82,754!
And how much is the one from Quiapo? Php 100. Yes. Php 82,654 less.
WTF!?
eleksyon
I'm writing this poost inside the Philippine International Convention Center (PICC) where the national canvass for the senatorial and partylist elections are held. Im a pollwatcher for KABATAAN Partylist, the sole youth party that ran in the midterm elections last May 14. (Click on the link to visit the official website!)
Truly, much like the democracy that it represents, this year's elections is another freakshow, with schools being burned down leaving a teacher dead, mayors being shot, showbiz celebrities and boxing heroes running for public posts, towns with less than 10,000 residents turning up 20,000 voters... the list goes on.
The primetime news disproves the claims of the COMELEC that this year's elections was relatively peaceful and one of the cleanest in history. As of writing this post, a town in Abra is unable to continue because nobody wants to sit in the board of election canvassers. A few days ago, unidentified gunmen straffed the school with bullets, leaving the canvassers dead.
Anyway, the national canvassing is no different, only made more sosyal. It is filled with big bellied, pompous men in barongs who seems to be constipated with their own (or their candidate's> shit.
Oh well, papel, here comes another COC/SOV to be tallied. Back to the Excel spreadsheet for me...
First post, uli
Weird. After a long time of hibernation from blogging, I now find myself an administrator of three blogs (this, flowers in the window which is maintained by me and my significant other, and gags211 which is something I cooked up to remain in contact with my buddies from Kalai.
Dunno the reason for this sudden mode with blogging. Either:
a) I no longer know what to do with my spare time (assuming I got some);
b) I don't hve a free time but I think that I have some and so I think that I don't know what to do with those free time;
c) Too many thoughts are are going on in my mind lately that there seems to be a necessity for me to find space somewhere even in cyberspace to put them in and record them (for posterity);
d) I just want to join in on the fun since many people, (baktis included are into it);
e) none of the above (meaning there is a reason, divine intervention included, for all this which I am yet to discover.
Whatever the reason, I have started this and I don't want this to become another one of my ningas-kugon projects... hopefully.