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Manila, Manila.

I have an odd relationship with the City of Manila. As a child, I viewed it as a big, scary yet fascinating world, so different from my quiet space of Quezon City.

My earliest memory of Manila was that of me, my mother, my grandparents and probably some titas taking a trip via the LRT. I recall screaming bloody murder when we were getting on the train. For some reason, it scared me. Yet once the train started to move, I was fascinated and I was excited to take my next trip.

Over the years, I’d see Manila through the window of the car whenever we visit my grandparents at their home in San Andres.

I lived in Manila for nearly five years, in that same house. In that time, I’ve learned how to commute around Manila. I still felt scared of it sometimes, but I felt more fascinated with it. Manila was a friend that I unwittingly grew fond of, and despite our many disagreements, had many a good time together.

About a week ago, my cousin Miel sent a message on Facebook saying “Let’s organize a Binondo trip!” We had always planned to do this, more so when Miel’s mom, Tita Ruth, went on the Binondo walk with Ivan Dy. Finally, with no concrete plan other than to go to Binondo, my family (composed of my brother Nunik, my cousin Miel and her brother Lee, my titos Rodel and Ruben, and my tita Rose) went.

History Lesson
Our first stop was the Museum of the Filipino People, formerly the Finance building at the Agrifina Circle of Rizal Park. As it was a Sunday, we didn’t expect much people. While we were ready to shell out the entrance fee (P70 for the MFP, P100 for the National Museum and P150 for the pass to both), we were informed that it was free on Sundays. That was good news, which meant more for our budget towards lunch.

We went around the first and second floors. Though there was a guide at the entrance, we just sort of walked around. There were plenty of hallways and stairways you can get lost in. Taking photographs is not allowed, although there were some people who just can’t seem to follow instructions.

The first floor had an exhibit of pre-colonial artifacts, as well as an exhibit by artist Rachy Cuna titled “Dream Cuna” (on show til March 28). A storeroom filled with various pieces is not open to public, but you can view it through the glass doors and windows.

The second floor had several galleries of the treasures of the San Diego Galleon. Here you will find exhibits of porcelain plates, jars, jewelry, cutlery, even remains of their food (hazelnuts anyone?). Many of these artifacts are in excellent condition.

Hunger pangs overtook us (none had breakfast), so we skipped the rest of the floors to eat. I was looking forward to seeing the Telling Modern Time: The Life and Art of Botong Francisco Coching, but I’m not really sure if it’s still there or it was just a poster they haven’t removed.

We high-tailed it to Binondo, and to President’s Tea House.

The oldest Chinatown in the world
Established sometime during the 15th century, Manila’s Chinatown is said to be the oldest in the world, already thriving long before the Spanish arrived at the Philippine shores. During the American occupation, Binondo became the center of commerce, with Escolta being the main starting ground of many banks, department stores and restaurants.

The President Restaurant is a popular eating place in Binondo. Located along Ongpin St., it’s hard not to miss this building with an imposing gold and red design (recently renovated). Often, it’ll be crowded and much luck to you if you arrive around lunch. It is named as such because past presidents of the Philippines have dined there.

The President’s Tea House is a smaller and cheaper (they say) alternative. It’s located just a few steps from President Restaurant, across a pay parking lot. our table was on the second floor, as there were seven of us and it was the only place that was big enough to accomodate us.

We ordered yang chow fried rice, soy chicken and mixed vegetables. The large order is good for six to eight people, but that would depend on your appetites. As we were planning to go around and taste other food, it was enough for us.

We walked around Ongpin. Tito Del immediately took us to Dong Bei. It’s a small restaurant just a little off Ongpin. It’s famous for it’s freshly made dumplings and handmade noodles (known as “handiwork noodles”). We had two orders of the mixed dumplings, one of the shrimp, and two orders of shao long pao. The last one is really interesting to eat, as it’s a dumpling with soup inside. You bite a piece of the wrapper off, then sip the soup. Careful, it’s really hot.


After Dong Bei, we walked further along Ongpin. Somehow, our plans didn’t push through as we didn’t really get to eat any other food. We passed by Eng Bee Tin to buy some goodies (I got mochi and fortune cookies). A little bit ahead we came across Salazar Bakery, where my titos and tita went on a shopping spree. On our way out, Miel’s mom asked us to buy some dumplings for her, so we went back to Dong Bei.

Our next stop was Quiapo. This was familiar ground for me, as I used to work nearby and often went around just to look. It was also where I got my camera and got lost in several times. Thankfully, I always ended up back in Plaza Miranda.

Quiapo was crowded, it being a Sunday and all. We pushed our way through the crowd, stopping at one of the few open camera shops. Miel bought some film and we ogled at the vintage film cameras that were on sale.

Quiapo, of course, is not just known for the church where St. Nazarene is located, but also for the great bargains you can find around it. It’s definitely not for the weak-hearted, but if you want a great adventure in the middle of the city, Quiapo is where you’ll find it. I don’t know if I should recommend you visit there, but if you do make it out in one piece, then congratulations.

It’s the perfect blend of old and new, of traditions, religion and the occult. It baffles and amuses me all at once.

As I mentioned, it’s home to great bargains. Around the church are various stalls selling all sorts of things you can imagine. That Sunday, there were several vendors selling fresh produce, almost as cheap as it was in Baguio. But that wasn’t what we were after.

Crossing the underpass, we went to the DVD haven. I won’t go into detail, nor will I go into the piracy thing, but let’s just say that it tot
ally amazes me, both in a good and not so good way.

It also makes me laugh.

After getting what we wanted, we decided to go around Intramuros. Earlier on it was agreed that we won’t go around much today, to save up for the next trip. My uncle and my aunt were frequent visitors of Manila during their childhood, as my grandfather had an office in Escolta. Back in the day, it was the place to be, before Makati.

We saw an area inside Intramuros that had several graffiti works.

I love the old atmosphere of Intramuros. Definitely worth a trip back just to explore it.

It started to rain while we were there, but it wasn’t that strong so we managed to get some pictures. We found an empty stretch of road with sculptures of the Philippine presidents. Guess which one was damaged?

I understand how people feel, but I feel bad for the artist. I hate to see my work destroyed, even if the subject isn’t someone/something everyone likes.


Our last stop of the day was the area near the PICC. The sky was dim, and while we were standing by the (wharf? Dock? Quay?) it started to drizzle. We ended up having snacks at Icebergs, and trying to do a silly thing that Nunik wanted us to try.

We didn’t have dinner, but decided to head on home. Plans for another trip back is underway, this time with better planning as to where to go and what to eat. 🙂

Neil Gaiman and the 3rd Philippine Graphic/Fiction Awards

I managed to make it to the 3rd Philippine Graphic/Fiction awards last night without much problems. I was hesitant to go because I’ve seen news of the massive traffic jam along Ortigas/C5, which would’ve been my route to Rockwell.

I decided to take a chance anyway, figuring that 1) I might get lucky and the trip won’t be too bad and 2) the event will start later than 7 anyway.

Someone loves me because I got both of them. My ride from Eastwood to Cubao took about twenty minutes. I walked from Puregold to the MRT station (even had time to sneak a quick peek at Booksale haha). I got my MRT ticket in 5 minutes and another 5 minutes for the train to arrive. When I got to Guadalupe, I made a small mistake of walking to the wrong stop, but I managed to get on a jeepney to Rockwell. I also got off the wrong stop so I walked a bit farther than I would’ve if I didn’t, but who cared? All in all, my trip took me an hour and thirty minutes, which wasn’t really bad at all!

Surprisingly, there wasn’t much people at the tent. At least, it was lesser than what I expected. About a hundred or so people were milling around outside, buying last minute stuff they hope to get signed and all. I signed up at the registration booth, hoping to win one of the 100 slots open for the autograph signing later in the event.


Waiting for the event to start

A little past 7PM, they let us in. It was an hour before the program started. Jelly of RX 93.1 hosted. I saw several people I was familiar with through blogs and various interactions in the past. I introduced myself to Gerry Alanguilan, and I was a total spaz (sorry po!).

Around 8, the program started. Jamie Daez introduced Neil Gaiman. Backstage, several people with Neil Gaiman masks stood and as the camera zooms on to them, they step aside. I was so busy turning and looking for him that I didn’t really get to catch this on video. People were screaming and yelling, you’d really think he was a rock star (makes me wonder now if it’s like this in other countries or just us, home of the now infamous “Wall of Sound”).

Neil went onstage, and said a few words. He said that it was “very strange” to see all those people with his face. He showed off the jacket he was wearing, saying it was the Kambriel made for him and the one he wore at the Oscars. Wow! I never thought I’d see it up close. The ones who got near him for the autograph signing were lucky. They actually got to see that amazing work up close. And it’s got buttons! I’m still loading the video of that.


Here Neil reads one of his poems.

He read “Locks” from his book Smoke and Mirrors, then he read a poem his just wrote recently. It was so new he hadn’t had time to publish or read it to a proper audience. It was so cool.

Here Neil reads a poem he recently wrote, one that he’s never read to a “proper audience” before.


Neil gives his feedback on the stories/comics/films that won.

For the winners in each category, Neil gave his thoughts and impressions. It was great to hear how favorable he found many entries, and how it encouraged people to send in entries for the next competitions. His favorite word for the night was “glorious,” as he used it several times as he talked. I find it rather apt.


Winners of the comics category. Manix Abrera should’ve won first place but his work got published during the duration of the contest, so he forfeited the award. 🙁


VIP ako haha.

I stood for three hours. Who cares?


The winners of the 3rd Philippine Graphic/Fiction awards. Neil was waving his hands.

Some of the names were familiar, namely Dean Alfar and Kenneth Yu, but it was nice to see some new people joining the winner’s ranks. I’ve been a fan of Dean Alfar for some time now, and I think he ought to be inducted to the awards’ hall of fame haha. Congratulations to the winners! You can view the entries here.

Various personalities read aloud passages from the winning entries. Nyko Maca (who read “Cherry Clubbing” so beautifully, I got chills), Quark Henares, Wawi Navarroza and Gabe Alipio were among them. Nyko Maca also performed.


Signing for 100 people (about 200 books) that night


People milling around outside the tent

I got home pretty late, because the bus parked in front of Galleria for about 30 minutes. Obviously, no one was going to ride, but the driver didn’t seem to care. Pfft.

Sabaday

Last night was a sort of anniversary night, though an unintentional one. Exactly a year ago, Kat, Lady Holden and myself were in Baguio with a few other friends for the homecoming. We hung around school, schmoozed with our professors, schoolmates and artsy folk from the Baguio community. Last night, we somehow had a similar experience.

Kidlat Tahimik, his wife Katrin de Guia and their sons, Kidlat Jr., Kawayan and Kabunyan held their first ever family exhibit at the Rico Renzo Galleries and Caffe in Makati, “K+kkk+K – Ayos! (Order in Chaos).” I can’t claim to have words on how to describe such an artistic endeavor, but it was wonderful to see this amazing family together, showcasing their art and their talents.

I first met Kidlat Tahimik, or “Kuya Kid,” during the homecoming last year. He was there with Katrin or “Nanay,” as Kat calls her, and Kabunyan, who also went to UP Baguio. I spoke to them briefly, and found them a very lovely couple. Katrin (I love her name. It helps me appreciate mine so much more) is a beautiful and gracious woman, an artist in her own right, while Kidlat is a funny, down-to-earth man who always seem to have a smile on his face. Needless to say, I was their fan, as well as of their works.

It is a rare treat to see the De Guias together, so last night’s event was a must-go-to. I’m glad I didn’t miss it, and I’m glad I wasn’t too late that I was able to catch their “opening dance number.” Kidlat led his family and a few friends around the room, wearing his trademark bahag.

What I loved about it was unlike other exhibit openings I’ve been to, the atmosphere was relaxed and very low key. I recognized Howie Severino, but otherwise, it seemed more like a small, friendly gathering. Kidlat Tahimik’s mother also graced the event and at 92, was still spiry and alert as anyone younger than her.

We didn’t get to stay for long, as hunger pangs quickly overcame us. Sad to say my camera’s battery ran out too quickly, but thankfully, I managed to get some decent pictures.


Kabunyan de Guia and Kidlat de Guia


“The Scream” by Kabunyan de Guia, whom Kidlat Tahimik calls his “little toilet artist, but in a good way.”


Kidlat Tahimik’s contribution


With Thet and Katrin de Guia, one of the most beautiful women I have ever met


Shoes that Lornadahl wanted


Hamming it up with Kidlat Tahimik. My batteries died right after this.

Catching up
From the gallery, we walked towards Buendia cor. Paseo for dinner. We ended up at Teriyaki Boy because no one was feeling adventurous in terms of exploring food. It was a lovely walk, the wind blowing coldly, eliciting memories of our years in Baguio.

After dinner, we just talked until Thet decided we should go for coffee. Right across the street was a Starbucks store but surprisingly, it was closed, and it was just around 9:30 PM.

We walked a long way just to look for an open coffee shop. From Buendia, we walked down Makati Avenue, then along Paseo de Roxas, ending up outside Ayala Avenue. From Ayala, we went down Rufino, then through one of the back streets. We ended up at Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf at Convergys, where we stayed for a couple more hours until the store was about to close.

It was a long trip back to Pasig for me, but made all the more interesting with Kat and an old Sharon Cuneta/Rudy Fernandez movie (with Johnny Delgado and Miguel Rodriguez, which made us realize that Sharon’s co-stars in that movie were gone). Ah life.

Hope you all had a good weekend 🙂

Typhoon Ondoy updates

I got these links from Manuel Quezon III’s Twitter. It may help you greatly in this time.

List of Places to Donate
Map Update Form (places that still need rescuing, etc)
Ondoy Victim Directory

Today, a few of my officemates and I went to help the relief drive in the neighborhood. There were a lot of people there: students, residents, employees — that we really didn’t get to do much. About an hour or so, we left, saying that we’ll go back later.

This afternoon, we went to talk to some of the families who took refuge here. They told their experiences and some really made me cry. They were all devastated that they lost so much, but they weren’t angry, and many of them had the same sentiment: “We’re glad to be alive and are with our families. Our things are the least of our worries.”

Thank God for that.

Typhoon Ondoy weekend

I’m finally online. My ISP went down on Saturday afternoon, and I couldn’t get a signal on my mobile, so I spent most of the day reading or playing Ravenhearst. Around early evening my brother Dion told me to look outside.

Brown, muddy water had completely covered the street where our building was and water had reached the first step of our building. Some of the residents were outside, looking at it and talking with the security as to what could be done next. Others, who had cars, waded into the water to pull them to higher ground.

Later in the evening, the water had risen to the second step and was slowly creeping up the elevated parking areas. Around 9 pm, the water was about an inch or two the first step, which was level with the building lobby.

My brothers had gone down to buy some food from the store on the first floor. We had a small sack of rice that our parents brought (which they regularly do) so we were good. We managed to get some canned goods and water, and decided to stock up a bit just in case.

We could only look at the water outside and monitor its rising. Thankfully, the water stopped and began to decline around 10 or 11. One of the neighbors, desperate to get provisions, took a rubber raft (the one for kids) out to the grocery at the crossing. It was a spot of humor in a rather scary situation.

With my meager signal I managed to keep in touch with my dad, who went to Bambang earlier before leaving for Zambales. He was stuck in Bambang, but thankfully, dry and not in a flooded area. He stayed there til Sunday morning, and reached Zambales around 8 in the evening. My sister was also texting us, asking for updates.

Victims
I had also received some messages from friends and family about their situation. My mom told me that her siblings in Marikina had to evacuate their house and move to a neighbors as the water had submerged their home. My classmate had to flee with the family he was staying with as well. Last I heard they were at the evacuation center, so that’s good.

My brother was worried about his friends who lived near the creek and the river in our area. So far the news about them seemed to be ok.

Aftermath
Sunday noon Miks and I decided to check up on the situation at the Santolan/Manggahan crossing. Since there were no tricycles available we decided to walk as it wasn’t far. I figured that many of the drivers and their families were also affected and driving was the least of their worries that day.

Upon reaching the crossing, we saw this really long line at the Ever supermarket and Pan de Manila. Residents were stocking up on food and water as possibly 90% of the barangay was heavily affected. Since Miks and I weren’t really out to buy anything, we didn’t go to the supermarket. We just walked around trying to look for a place where we could have our cellphones reloaded with credits.

McDonald’s and Chowking were closed, so was Mercury Drug and the Mini Stop stores in the area. 711 was open but their shelves were literally empty of food. Julie’s Bakeshop was also not selling any bread but pandesal, and they were still baking it. We tried buying load but the stores that normally carried them said that all they had was Talk-n-Text and TM, services we don’t have.

One of the buildings at the corner had a basement parking and that was fully submerged. I saw a car floating in it and the water was already level with the street. Some men were trying to pump water out of it but with the size of their machine, it looks like it’ll take days.

On our way back, Miks ran into some of his friends, who updated us on the conditions of their other friends. Many of them, as expected, lost their homes and belongings. They told us that SM Marikina’s basement parking was really messed up, what with the Marikina river overflowing. One of the security guards lived in the area that was completely covered in water. He was here earlier and the residents gave what they can. I was glad that we could give something but I didn’t feel that it was enough.

Nunik was able to buy some groceries. The grocery store at Anonas wasn’t full, he said. It seems that since the area wasn’t really that affected, people weren’t in a hurry to buy supplies but for areas like ours, there’s a rush for them.

We were able to get updates from family who had Internet and cellphone service. Nunik was able to go to his shop and check on the status of various relatives. Some of them had their houses flooded, while others were stranded in various parts of the metro. My aunt and uncle were rescued earlier on and was recovering at another aunt’s house.

They weren’t able to save much of their belongings, which is really sad but I’m just so thankful that they are ok. A lot of their things can’t be replaced, like the old family pictures and mementos, but that is the least of our worries.

I also heard that one of my uncles (a cousin of my mom) succumbed to his illness last night. He was undergoing dialysis for his sickness and was going on a decline for the past few months. My prayers for him, his wife and kids, his father and his siblings.

Office
Today, I decided to try and go to work today. I was worried because I had to pass Marcos Highway but although it was muddy, it was passable. Along the way, I saw some people cleaning out what’s left of their homes. From the train, I saw the damages as well. Marikina river had risen and many of the young trees on the banks were down. The roads level with it were also full of mud and debris.

UERM and SM Sta. Mesa was also a mess. The underground parking of the mall was full of water.

Some of my co-workers didn’t go to work to deal with their homes. Even our boss wasn’t spared. I really feel so thankful that we were spared from any harm or less. Best thing we can do is help out. I’m seeing a lot of links on Facebook, Plurk and Twitter about how to help. Will pass them along.

It’s been educational

Late yesterday afternoon, I met up with Drew at Makati to attend a lecture on teaching Katakana his friend Richard invited him to go to. Despite the fact that I can’t speak Japanese and the only sentence I can speak decently is the basic greeting, there were a few things I learned. I even managed to understand what one teacher was talking about. I’m not sure how but I think it was due to his hand gestures and facial expressions.

Food trip
Finally got to eat at Sizzling Pepper Steak. It wasn’t as good as I expected, but it was good enough, and one order fills you up well.

Today, Gerone and I seemed to do nothing but eat. We had lunch at Jumbo Japs, nibbled on Reese’s Pieces while waiting for 1 pm, then bought 3 pieces of day old and two pieces of penoy. Did I mention there’s sans rival in the fridge?

Check-up
We finally were able to bring Dion to the doctor. He has asthma, and the family was worried that since he was studying in the middle of the city, he might be prone to getting attacks and wanted to see a specialist.

We went to Medical City in Ortigas to Dr. Michelle de Vera. She said that what we’re doing now for Dion was good, considering that he doesn’t get attacks very often (but when he does, it’s really tough). She recommended that he carry an inhaler around all the time, use it as often as needed and call her if he uses it more often than normal.

Going around
There’s an exhibit of sorts at the LRT Cubao station, and I got some pictures of it. Really interesting stuff.

Later on, Dion and I went around Recto to look for the books he needs for school. I was able to go inside FEU as well. It’s my first time to do so and I was pleasantly surprised. From the outside, you’d think that it would be crowded with a cluster of buildings. Definitely not like UP Diliman or Ateneo.

However, the campus has this huge space in the middle, and the surrounding areas are nicely landscaped with big trees providing cool shade. Not something you’d expect smack dab in the middle of the city.

Everyone who comes in gets their temperature checked and if found negative, stamped on with a “pass”. I wasn’t exempted haha.

Book heaven

I have a strong love for secondhand bookshops. More than half of my books are from the bargain bins, mostly out of print works or books that are very hard to find here in the Philippines (not to mention expensive if I order it from abroad), but for most part those are lucky and chance finds.

day4-books.jpg It never fails that when I’m at any mall, I make a beeline for the bookstore, and if I know there are book thrift shops, I’d pass by those too. When I’m with my two college best friends, these are our usual haunts. Even my friend Bakemono knows that I have to pass by a bookstore when we meet up to watch a movie. It’s like a blackhole that sucks me right in.

Today, I was with Den and her sister. We met up in a bookstore, where I got a copy of her book and a sketchpad (small enough to lug around & it has a nice, solid back). As we walked around the mall to head to another big bookstore, we passed by a small, secondhand bookstall. Needless to say, we got sucked in.

There were scores of amazing titles by writers we both loved, as well as a few others that I had heard of and wanted to read. The prices were reasonable, and I lamented the fact that I didn’t bring enough money with me. I went home with just one book. It was hard leaving those books. Luckily, the attendant told me they had a branch that was nearer where I lived, so it should be easy for me to find copies of the titles I wanted. Yay!

Then I had the sudden thought of working in that big bookstore in Bonifacio High Street. Admittedly, I’m not really comfortable with the idea of facing people (I am somewhat anti-social), but the idea of working around books sounds like heaven. Yes, yes I know it’s not going to be that easy, but I am very tempted to try it.

Nothing to lose, much to gain, I say.

Xavier House in Manila sold for a mall

A few weeks ago, I read an entry in Ivan Henares’ blog about his tour around Sta. Ana, Manila with the Heritage Conservation Society. In the entry, he talks about the richness of the Sta. Ana area (he notes is as “the seat of the Kingdom of Namayan, one of three major kingdoms that dominated the area around the upper portion of the Pasig River before the arrival of Spaniards.”) and how several historical homes and buildings were being torn down to make way for malls and shopping centers.

One of the houses in danger of such fate is the Jesuit Xavier House, the home of Father James Reuter.

Built in 1859, it is one of the two houses inside the Society of Jesus compound. It served not just as the home to Jesuit priests here in the country for the past 50 years, but was also the center for the first EDSA revolution. It survived bombings, hurricanes and other natural disasters, only to be brought down by the need for profit and commercialism.

The Inquirer news article published today, March 31, says that it was the SM Group who purchased the property. Despite the denial of Fr. Jose Cecilio Magadia, provincial superior of the Jesuits in the Philippines that a deal has been reached, a representative of the SM Group said that a supermarket is being planned for the area.

What bothered me more was the part in the article that said there was a “willing seller” for the property and he didn’t bother mentioning the opposition coming from conservation groups regarding the sale.
Father Reuter turns 94 this May, and has called the Xavier House his home for the last 40 years. The house is more than just an architectural treasure, but also a living testament to the history of the Philippines.

Reports say that SJ superiors have asked Fr. Reuter to move out of Xavier House and relocate to either Ateneo de Manila University or Xavier School in San Juan. The priest, however, said that he doesn’t want to go.

“Money is nothing, and this house is something,” he said. “The memorial we have in this house is worth more than money.”

Unfortunately, historical preservation doesn’t seem to be much of a concern here in the Philippines, especially for cities like Manila. Many older buildings are still in place and some programs to keep them alive are ongoing, but mostly through the initiatives of private persons and often foreigners, not the government or locals.

I understand the need for advancement and progress, but I wonder if they have ever thought of ways to achieve this without sacrificing these architectural treasures? Other countries, not just the Western ones, but even our neighbors here in Asia are able to do it, why can’t we?

In a recent episode of Bobby Chin’s World Café Asia, he said something about how our country is fast becoming a “mall culture.” I don’t think that was meant to be a joke, but a statement of a fact, to which I can’t help but agree to. I once told a friend that you can visit any province in the country and you’ll find an SM mall. Despite knowing that a mall equals establishments equals jobs, I am still saddened by the loss of what used to be where the mall(s) now stand.

Reuter said he fully understood that the SJ had run into serious financial need to sustain its operations.

“There was talk, there is talk of selling Xavier House for money. The superior apologetically said that. That to my mind will be a terrible mistake,” he said.

“It’s not that they want to sell this house, but they need money, and that’s a terrible thing. Love of money is a vice and the Jesuits don’t have that. They need money, which is a different thing,” said Reuter.

He shuddered at the thought that the house would be demolished to give way to business. “You shouldn’t sell a place like this for money,” he added, saying the money could be raised in “some other way.”

What ways could that be? Perhaps the Jesuit community could’ve done more? Perhaps the students of the Ateneo and Xavier schools could’ve banded together to help raise funds and save the Xavier house? Perhaps all of us who are concerned could reach out and help… I hope only it’s not too late.

Info, quotes and photo from: Father Reuter’s home sold to mall (Inquirer.net)
Cross-posted to my Tumblr account.

Who watches you?

After yesterday’s stay at home and veg day, my brothers and I decided to head out and watch “Watchmen”. Yeah, we’re a week late but we figured there’s less people in the theaters so it’ll be more comfy.

Good thing the walkway from our side to SM Marikina’s pretty much done. No more dodging cars along Marcos Highway, just a walk above them, which still looks pretty scary, nonetheless. Oh well, at least it’s much safer, thank God.

The movie was ok. Personally, like most comic/book to movie adaptations, if you haven’t read it, you might have a difficult time figuring out what’s going on. It gets a lot more confusing as the story goes along. I think I started liking it towards the end, and mostly thanks to Rorschach (whose face sometimes reminds me of Clay Aiken in some angles, Clint Eastwood in others, Chuck Norris for most). It was also the little things that I took notice of: Hearing “Everybody wants to rule the world” play in the background in one scene, seeing Andy Warhol personified etc. Loved the music mostly.

Random photos
This actually strikes me as ironic because the kind of faucets they have isn’t exactly helping conserve water.

You press it, it releases water for about 10-15 seconds, which can be too much if you just want to rinse. I’ve seen a lot of people do just that and walk away, leaving the water running for a longer time than they’ve used it. Worse is when someone is behind them and wants to rinse, they actually wait for the water to close before they do the exact same thing.

On the walkway, we can see Libis, Ortigas, Quezon City, Marikina and Antipolo. This one’s Libis.

And this can be found somewhere near our office. Haha, kulit.

P.S. I have neighbors who love videoke sessions on a Sunday… just when 99% of their neighbors need to sleep because of work or school the next day. I wish the barangay council would do something about it, like maybe a total ban?