PILIPINAS
"The Philippines isn't something you can just whip up every time you feel the need for some identity or when it's convenient or when you need to be creative or critical. You can't just choose the parts you like. You love her with all you are, contribute to her well-being, and you wrestle with that love constantly. And both of you always win or both of you always lose every fight. Because you are her, and she, you."

This is a space about all things Pilipinas. But mostly about social development issues, civil society and citizen engagement, culture and heritage, and similar topics that capture the writer's attention. It is also a space where individuals who make worthwhile contributions to Philippine society are featured and celebrated. Because there is power in sharing good stories. Because there is power in community. Dahil ang Pilipinas ay ikaw at ako.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
man in thought in jeep, alabang, muntinlupa, Pilipinas, march 2011

man in thought in jeep, alabang, muntinlupa, Pilipinas, march 2011

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Sunday, August 15, 2010
Night Driving in California, Taken Sometime Ago
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Realized last night that I’m pretty much blind when I’m driving at night.  I had to flash my bright lights more than a few times to see where to turn, where the pedestrians are risking their lives, and if there are cars around me.
Had a good general assembly and fellowship night with my fellow Asian and Philippine Studies graduate students.
I’m slowly getting used to driving in the country.  It can be very stressful - truly, it can bring out the worst in anyone - but I’m starting to realize that it’s just a matter of putting on a different mindset and attitude to survive Philippine roads and highways.  A whole new level of aggression, without forgetting road courtesy and respect.  I love people who use their signal lights, abhor jeeps who nonchalantly park (read: PARK!) in the middle of the road, blissfully ignoring the traffic they are causing behind them.  I am getting the hang of the elliptical road.  And I could use one or two drive-through coffee shops.

Night Driving in California, Taken Sometime Ago

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Realized last night that I’m pretty much blind when I’m driving at night.  I had to flash my bright lights more than a few times to see where to turn, where the pedestrians are risking their lives, and if there are cars around me.

Had a good general assembly and fellowship night with my fellow Asian and Philippine Studies graduate students.

I’m slowly getting used to driving in the country.  It can be very stressful - truly, it can bring out the worst in anyone - but I’m starting to realize that it’s just a matter of putting on a different mindset and attitude to survive Philippine roads and highways.  A whole new level of aggression, without forgetting road courtesy and respect.  I love people who use their signal lights, abhor jeeps who nonchalantly park (read: PARK!) in the middle of the road, blissfully ignoring the traffic they are causing behind them.  I am getting the hang of the elliptical road.  And I could use one or two drive-through coffee shops.

3 Note/s

Sunday, July 26, 2009
I am now baha-proof (at least to a certain level)

My Red Boots, Manila

I left the house wearing my trusty but not so baha-friendly sandals.  Thankfully, my orange bus did not break down and survived the waist-high flood along España.  Yes, waist-high.  I told the passenger beside me, “Kailangan na ng bangka dito.” [“We need boats!”]  I remembered my eldest brother’s life-changing story of walking from Taft to Muntinlupa in the same conditions.

I got to Manila and managed to get on a sidewalk without having to wade through murky water or cross a narrow plank.  C and I had dinner, walked around, and, thinking about the flood awaiting me on my commute home, he bought me these red boots.  These lovely, amazing, wonderful red boots.

I actually had fun walking around and through the Manila baha.  I wondered why people who have probably experienced this baha a hundred times before haven’t invested in a pair of boots.  I think P300 is well worth not risking some serious infection from having your feet swim in that flood water.  And I don’t think it’s because people can’t afford it - I got mine in a department store, I’m sure you can get a pair from Divisoria for P100.  It’s just a couple of cell phone loads worth.  Oh well.

Tonight was tough in terms of commuting.  Can’t say I didn’t learn a thing or two.  Goodnight!

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