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Which poem are you?

Wednesday, July 28, 2004
Which poem are you?

Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll

Oh, you're silly! People probably think you're a bit kooky, but those nuts just don't realize that you've got a language all your own. But hey, you always bring a smile to people's faces.

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CPK

Thursday, July 22, 2004
nope...this is not the latest brand of perfume or clothing.

these are the students from Claret High School who belong to a "social issue club." they went to the office this afternoon to visit the Martial Law museum and to watch the video on torture. according to the communication they sent before their trip to the office, their club's "primary objective is for students' awareness on basic human rights, justice and peace, and social issues."

and the name of their organization?
Claretian Peace Keepers -- CPK

i asked them why they named their club as such? their adviser explained that they were choosing between peacemakers and peacekeepers, and they just decided to pick the latter. it seemed that they were not even aware of the relevance of their organization's name. and the time was too short for me or rommel, an officemate, to explain it to them.

when i told a friend about the students' visit and what they called their club, her reply was "di nila alam pinapasabog na mga peacekeepers ngayon, puno ng eskandalo't corruption. Naka review nga sa UN ang quality ng mga peacekeepers ngayon e."

apparently, they - the students and their adviser - were not aware of that. i realized this while i listened to their repeated chanting "peacekeepers...peacekeepers...CPK...CPK...".

anyway...

the afternoon with the students turned out to be a lively one. they listened to what rommel and i told them - about TFD's early years, how and why it expanded its mandate, political detention and why it exists even if it should not, the ML museum, torture, etc.

it appeared that they were very interested.

they went around the office and looked into the steel cabinets inside the museum. some were even brave enough to look at the gruesome photos of victims of human rights violations, even after i told them that they might have nightmares after seeing the pictures. they seemed more eager to look at them. well, as they say, curiosity killed the cat. i wonder if the cat died in its sleep.

as their visit was about to end and rommel and i asked them if they had any other questions, their queries proved that they were indeed...interested, the levels of interest varying, however.

some of their questions:

political prisoner ba si erap?
sinong pinakamagaling na naging president ng philippines?
ilan kayong magkakapatid?
sinong binoto mo nung eleksyon?
ayaw mo sa bangon pilipinas?
san mo binili t-shirt mo?
totoo bang wig lang yung suot ni imelda marcos?

after they were satisfied with our replies, their adviser called the attention of one of the club's members. the student stood up, and after a few rounds of "sshhh..." addressed towards his clubmates, he delivered his, "in behalf of the Claretian peace keepers, i would like to thank the...uhm...martial law museum...uh...ha? a, task force detainees of the philippines for...."

i also thanked them and bid them goodbye.

when they were about to leave the room, one of them - carlo was his name, i think, raised his hand and asked...

hanggang kailan ang organization niyo?

i didn't see the question coming, but i replied, "hanggang may political detention...hanggang may mga political prisoners pa na dapat i-assist at mapalaya..."

i noticed the change in his facial expression. the enthusiasm he showed when he raised his hand to ask the question disappeared. in a low voice, he said, "matagal pa yun...".

somehow, i realized...despite their rowdiness, they understood the situation.
somehow, we were able to get our message across.












first entry

Sunday, July 18, 2004

i realized that i just made my first entry to my blogspot. it was many months ago when i put up my blog, but it is only now that i was able to write something.

inaasar na nga ako ng mga taong may alam na may blog ako, at pag binuksan nila, wala naman palang laman.

it just so happens that when i feel i want to write something, i end up just looking at other people's blogs. when i am done doing that, my eyes would already hurt and i can't get myself to face the monitor anymore.

this is cool, actually - a journal on the web.

masarap ang pagtatakatak sa keyboard habang nakikita mong lumalabas sa harap mo ang mga salitang galing sa utak mo...parang hinahabol mo na rin ang takbo ng utak mo. at masaya, kasi nahahabol mo ito.


awti

my old friends decided to give me a new name - awti. this is short for autistic (read: may sariling mundo).

many times have they invited me to watch a movie, eat out, or just talk about anything under the sun (chismisan yun). many times have i turned down their invitation.

i love my friends. it just so happens that i have a lot of things to do at work and i don't have as much free time as i used to.

i can't blame them if they think that i'm only making up excuses so i won't have to join them. that thought just makes me miss them more...