Category: Rants

ConASS Hall of Shame

(Reposted from The Spy in the Sandwich)

Read the list of congressmen here who signed House Resolution No. 1109. (Those who voted “Aye” may not have signed this HR 1109.) Feel free to copy and paste this list to your blog post or Facebook note or other social media sites and state “I am ashamed of my Congressman (enter name if applicable, district) for supporting HR1109.”

National Capital Region

Vincent P. Crisologo, Quezon City
Matias V. Defensor, Jr., Quezon City
Mary Ann L. Susano, Quezon City
Nanette Castelo-Daza, Quezon City
Bienvenido M. Abante Jr., Manila
Jaime C. Lopez, Manila
Maria Zenaida B. Angping, Manila
Maria Theresa B. David, Manila
Amado S. Bagatsing, Manila
Daniel R. De Guzman, Marikina City
Marcelino R. Teodoro, Marikina City
Eduardo C. Zialcita, Parañaque City
Henry M. Dueñas, Jr., Taguig
Alvin S. Sandoval, Malabon City-Navotas City
Jose Antonio F. Roxas, Pasay City
Oscar G. Malapitan, Caloocan City
Mary Mitzi L. Cajayon, Caloocan City
Roman T. Romulo, Pasig City
Rexlon T. Gatchalian, Valenzuela City
Magtanggol T. Gunigundo I, Valenzuela City

Cordillera Administrative Region

Manuel S. Agyao, Kalinga
Elias C. Bulut, Jr., Apayao
Mauricio G. Domogan, Baguio City
Samuel M. Dangwa, Benguet
Solomon R. Chungalao, Ifugao

Ilocos Region

Thomas M. Dumpit Jr., La Union
Victor Franciso C. Ortega, La Union
Arthur F. Celeste, Pangasinan
Conrado M. Estrella III, Pangasinan
Marcos O. Cojuangco, Pangasinan
Victor F. Agbayani, Pangasinan
Ma. Rachel J. Arenas, Pangasinan
Eric D. Singson, Ilocos Sur
Ronald V. Singson, Ilocos Sur
Roque R. Ablan, Jr., Ilocos Norte
Cecilia S. Luna], Abra

Cagayan Valley

Florencio L. Vargas, Cagayan
Manuel N. Mamba, Cagayan
Junie E. Qua, Quirino
Carlo Oliver D. Diasnes, Batanes
Rodolfo T. Albano, Isabela
Edwin C. Uy, Isabela

Central Luzon

Jose V. Yap, Tarlac
Jeci A. Lapus, Tarlac
Monica Louise Prieto-Teodoro, Tarlac
Lorna C. Silverio, Bulacan
Pedro M. Pancho, Bulacan
Reylina G. Nicolas, Bulacan
Ma. Victoria Sy-Alvarado, Bulacan
Arturo C. Robes, San Jose del Monte City
Albert C. Garcia, Bataan
Herminia B. Roman, Bataan
Joseph Gilbert F. Violago, Nueva Ecija
Ma. Milagros H. Magsaysay, Zambales
Antonio M. Diaz, Zambales
Aurelio D. Gonzales, Jr., Pampanga
Juan Miguel M. Arroyo, Pampanga
Anna York P. Bondoc, Pampanga
Carmelo F. Lazatin, Pampanga


Danilo E. Suarez, Quezon
Wilfrido Mark C. Enverga, Quezon
Michael John R. Duavit, Rizal
Adeline Rodriguez-Zaldarriaga, Rizal
Angelito C. Gatlabayan, Antipolo City
Roberto V. Puno, Antipolo City
Eileen Ermita-Buhain, Batangas
Mark Llandro L. Mendoza, Batangas
Victoria H. Reyes, Batangas
Jesus Crispin C. Remulla, Cavite
Elpidio F. Barzaga, Jr., Cavite
Maria Evita R. Arago, Laguna
Edgar S. San Luis, Laguna


Antonio C. Alvarez, Palawan
Carmencita O. Reyes, Marinduque
Eleandro Jesus F. Madrona, Romblon
Ma. Amelita C. Villarosa, Occidental Mindoro
Rodolfo G. Valencia, Oriental Mindoro

Bicol Region

Rizalina Seachon-Lanete, Masbate
Narciso R. Bravo, Jr., Masbate
Antonio T. Kho, Masbate
Al Francis C. Bichara, Albay
Reno G. Lim, Albay
Luis R. Villafuerte, Camarines Sur
Felix R. Alfelor, Jr., Camarines Sur
Diosdado Ignacio Jose Maria Macapagal-Arroyo, Camarines Sur
Joseph A. Santiago, Catanduanes
Jose G. Solis, Sorsogon

Western Visayas

Florencio T. Miraflores, Aklan
Genaro M. Alvarez, Jr., Negros Occidental
Jeffrey P. Ferrer, Negros Occidental
Ignacio T. Arroyo, Jr., Negros Occidental
Jose Carlos V. Lacson, Negros Occidental
Alfredo D. Marañon III, Negros Occidental
Raul T. Gonzalez, Jr., Iloilo City
Niel C. Tupas, Jr., Iloilo
Ferjenel G. Biron, Iloilo
Arthur Defensor, Sr., Iloilo
Judy J. Syjuco, Iloilo
Janette L. Garin, Iloilo
Joaquin Carlos Rahman A. Nava, Guimaras
Fredenil H. Castro, Capiz

Central Visayas

Roberto C. Cajes, Bohol
Edgardo M. Chatto, Bohol
Pryde Henry A. Teves, Negros Oriental
Pablo P. Garcia, Cebu
Pablo John F. Garcia, Cebu
Ramon H. Durano VI, Cebu
Nerissa Corazon Soon-Ruiz, Cebu
Benhur L. Salimbangon, Cebu
Eduardo R. Gullas, Cebu
Antonio V. Cuenco, Cebu City
Raul V. Del Mar, Cebu City

Eastern Visayas

Roger G. Mercado, Southern Leyte
Eufrocino M. Codilla, Sr., Leyte
Carmen L. Cari, Leyte
Andres D. Salvacion Jr., Leyte
Trinidad G. Apostol, Leyte
Ferdinand Martin G. Romualdez, Leyte
Reynaldo S. Uy, Samar
Sharee Ann T. Tan, Samar
Teodolo M. Coquilla, Eastern Samar
Paul R. Daza, Northern Samar
Emil L. Ong, Northern Samar
Glenn A. Chong, Biliran

Zamboanga Peninsula

Rosendo S. Labadlabad, Zamboanga del Norte
Cecilia G. Jalosjos-Carreon, Zamboanga del Norte
Cesar G. Jalosjos, Zamboanga del Norte
Victor J. Yu, Zamboanga del Sur
Antonio H. Cerilles, Zamboanga del Sur
Dulce Ann K. Hofer, Zamboanga Sibugay

Northern Mindanao

Vicente F. Belmonte, Jr., Lanao del Norte
Abdullah D. Dimaporo, Lanao del Norte
Rolando A. Uy, Cagayan de Oro City
Marina P. Clarete, Misamis Occidental
Herminia M. Ramiro, Misamis Occidental
Yevgeny Vicente B. Emano, Misamis Oriental
Pedro P. Romualdo, Camiguin
Candido P. Pancrudo Jr., Bukidnon

Davao Region

Franklin P. Bautista, Davao del Sur
Marc Douglas C. Cagas IV, Davao del Sur
Arrel R. Olaño, Davao del Norte
Antonio F. Lagdameo, Jr., Davao del Norte
Isidro T. Ungab, Davao City
Vincent J. Garcia, Davao City
Prospero Nograles, Davao City
Thelma Z. Almario, Davao Oriental
Nelson L. Dayanghirang, Davao Oriental
Rommel C. Amatong, Compostela Valley
Manuel E. Zamora, Compostela Valley


Datu Pax S. Mangudadatu, Sultan Kudarat
Arnulfo F. Go, Sultan Kudarat
Emmylou Taliño-Mendoza, Cotabato
Bernardo F. Piñol, Jr., Cotabato


Glenda B. Ecleo, Dinagat Islands
Philip A. Pichay, Surigao del Sur
Florencio C. Garay, Surigao del Sur
Francisco T. Matugas, Surigao del Norte
Guillermo A. Romarate, Jr., Surigao del Norte
Edelmiro A. Amante, Agusan del Norte
Jose S. Aquino II, Agusan del Norte

Autonomous Region in Muslim Mindanao

Pangalian M. Balindong, Lanao del Sur
Faysah Omaira M. Dumarpa, Lanao del Sur
Yusop H. Jikiri, Sulu
Munir M. Arbison, Sulu
Simeon Datumanong, Maguindanao
Nur G. Jaafar, Tawi-Tawi

Party- Lists

Narciso D. Santiago III, Alliance for Rural Concerns
Edgar L. Valdez, Association of Philippine Electric Cooperatives
Ernesto C. Pablo, Association of Philippine Electric Cooperatives
Robert Raymund M. Estrella, Abono
Nicanor M. Briones, Agricultural Sector Alliance of the Philippines, Inc.


Shame on my Congressmen from Marikina and Capiz for signing the resolution!

Doing The Right Thing

There’s a lot to be said for holding one’s ground on basis of principle, no matter how infuriating it could get or no matter how one just wants to give up. Well, I don’t like giving up. Even though I still get mad at the thought of it, I feel good knowing that I did the right thing. Last week, I was asked by a superior at work to do something which I strongly felt was unethical and unprofessional. We needed to have a contract notarized, and he didn’t have his Community Tax Certificate (CTC, or cedula in the vernacular) yet. So, he told me to just use the CEO’s CTC instead since, in his own words, “…the lawyer would not even find out it’s not mine in the first place; CTC numbers are just a formality. They won’t even bother to check it with City Hall.” That made my blood boil. Aside from the obvious legal and ethical tangles, that contract was for my big project. It was my reputation (and our company’s as well) with the other party that was on the line here, because he had the gall to let them know about his “bright idea”. Granted, what he said may be true in most cases, but I am never OK with circumventing legal and other government or business procedures. Call it idealism, call it naiveté, but I stand by that. There are already too many other gray areas in life. Besides, getting a CTC is such a small matter. Why couldn’t he be responsible enough to get one since I even reminded him about it ahead of time. I steadfastly refused to do what he wanted and told him my reasons. That definitely shut him up!

One of my first thoughts when this happened was: Kaya hindi umuunlad ang Pilipinas eh! Yes, that cliché punchline that has a lot of truth to it, nevertheless. How else could we move forward when such persons try to maneuver their way around such simple procedures?

This past month or so has been a test of patience and fortitude at work. Let me just encapsulate it as this: I feel like I’m also babysitting (a difficult baby at that!) instead of minding only my own job. That’s why this blog has been mostly silent or at least has had less serious entries or instead has topics that warm me up inside. Also, each time I get home, I just want to spend time with my dad, the dog, and then have some forms of very light entertainment (read: DVDs of my favorite movies and TV shows). I’m also enjoying time spent either online, in person, or on the telephone with some of my oldest friends. And I’m back to reading regularly! Well, well, lookie now…maybe this stress at work is actually bringing about good things.

Haay….at least I have that Dumaguete trip to look forward to – a trip that was originally just a whim which turned into a necessity. I think I’ll go mad if I don’t take a break soon. Hehe, the last time I was so stressed at work, I flew to Thailand with my friends. The airlines are happy when I’m stressed! :))

Ok, gotta get my beauty sleep now…have a great weekend to you all!

A Shining ‘Taray’ Moment

A lady (using the word loosely here) pushed me on the way inside the elevator this morning.  Not accidentally, not with her body or with her shoulders, but with her hand, palm fully flat on my back and just pushed!  It wasn’t a light push, by the way.  Apparently, she was in a hurry, but getting inside the elevator first would never have made a difference since there were still more people behind her waiting to get in.  And I wasn’t even blocking her way.

I was seething all the way up to the 15th floor.  I wanted some way to release my irritation but I don’t want to make a scene.  Surprise, suprise, we got off at the same floor.   I knew I had my moment.  We went in opposite directions but as soon as the elevator doors closed, I lashed out “b*tch!” in my most taray voice.  I don’t know if she heard it since she was already running towards some office on the other side of the hallway, but I don’t care.  An evil side of me wished that she heard it, though.  Anyway, at least I got it out of my system and I can start the day fresh.  I refuse to let someone like her ruin a perfectly lovely rainy morning.

The Pasig City Traffic Police just f*cked up Makati/South-bound motorists at C5-Bagong Ilog this morning.  They closed a 50-meter stretch of road for no apparent reason.  No accident, no event, no VIPs…they probably just felt like doing it.  No wonder the traffic leading to that portion was horrendous!  Vehicles had to make a left turn at some corner, wind through narrow side streets that are definitely unfamiliar to most, and end up at another corner where you are unsure whether to turn right and find a u-turn slot or make a left turn back to C5.  Our driver saw a car turn left earlier so he figured it was ok since the traffic police also weren’t signaling motorists to turn right.  We also couldn’t see a ‘No left turn’ sign.  We were halfway through the left turn when the traffic police suddenly stopped us and arrogantly asked the driver, “Bakit ka kumakaliwa?”  What the…

The traffic police pointed to a ‘No left turn’ sign, which was not easily visible to motorists from our side of the road.  Our driver missed it, so did the two of us in the passenger seat.  Three people who actively searched for it missed the sign – I guess you could safely say that it wasn’t anywhere near visible.  Almost all the passengers in the FX argued with the police to just let us through since it was an honest mistake, which really wasn’t even the driver’s fault.  It was pointed out that they closed the road for no evident reason and rerouted traffic with no advance notice whatsoever; they should have had the decency to provide very clear directions, or at least excuse motorists who unwittingly make wrong turns.  Everyone was already on a short straw since we were already late for work due to a stupid, senseless scheme.  Then again, try being logical to the Philippine traffic police.  They don’t even know the meaning of the word.

It gets worse.  When the passengers argued with him, the traffic police said that he’ll just let the driver off with a warning.  He just wants to see a license.  He also addressed our complaint that he wasn’t apprehending the other vehicles making a left turn after us.  So he stopped another FX.  Well and good, right?  Supposedly.  But the driver of that FX was in prime fighting form.  He argued loudly and quite rudely so I guess the policeman lost his temper and decided to ticket both drivers!  Worse, he processed the second driver first – filling out the ticket VERY slowly!  And from his mien, he did it intentionally to piss us off, the passengers who dared argue with him.  I had a good view of all the proceedings from my front seat so I tried to sneak a picture of this asshole of a policeman.  Though he was engrossed with his task and I was very subtle about it, he seemed to catch on and quickly turned his back and moved away, to an area where no one could photograph him easily.  The picture of guilt.

We were finally able to drive away after 15 minutes (it actually felt longer).  Getting apprehended and ticketed for a traffic violation shouldn’t have taken that long!  Motorists passing through Pasig, beware of a chubby, dark, chinky-eyed traffic policeman.  He is every bit as arrogant as he looks.  A grade-A asshole.

From the looks of it, there was a grand scheme this morning.  Close a portion of a major thoroughfare during rush hour, make motorists take a detour through unfamiliar streets, don’t give advance warning and don’t provide directions, and let them exit through an intersection with no clearly visible signs.  Many are then bound to get confused and make wrong turns…then go for the kill!  It’s rush hour, people want to just get it over with and head to work, so they’ll most likely pay up so they can quickly go on their way.  That takes care of the day’s earnings.  For those who choose to reason out or argue with you…well, harass and delay them even further just for kicks – because they dared question you.

And I thought we lived in a democratic, civilized society…

Delivery Mess From Start to Finish

Warning: This is a rant about how Jollibee screwed up its delivery service tonight. I just finished my Chickenjoy dinner and though food normally calms me down when I’m mad, it didn’t work this time. One of my biggest pet peeves is poor customer service. It takes a lot to make me mad, but poor, inefficient service makes me snap in a second. Here’s the list of everything that went wrong tonight:

1. What’s with the spiel that ends with ‘How may I help you?’ then silence? Duh, 8-7000 is a special number for delivery so naturally every caller wants the same thing. Making them still say that they want food delivery is pointless. All or most other delivery services ask for your number or address immediately.

2. Ordering the Chickenjoy meal went smoothly. It was the beverage that was the problem. I ordered Coke so it would be easy. What fast food place runs out of Coke, right? Well, Jollibee did. And they don’t have rootbeer either. All they had were dalandan and iced tea, so I had to add P11 more. No biggie, but it’s still irritating when everything you order is unavailable. These are just softdrinks. Why the hell don’t they have softdrinks at dinner time?

3. I’m a tacos/nachos gal, so I wanted to try out their new Nacho Festival. Surprise, surprise, it’s unavailable too. That’s a new item, for cripe’s sake. Aren’t they supposed to be promoting it and keeping it available?

4. After 10 minutes, somebody from Jollibee Marquinton (which wasn’t even the nearest branch) called to ask for landmarks. Uh…I already gave that to the operator. Wasn’t it supposed to have been relayed to the branch?

5. After 30 minutes, the delivery person called and he was lost! He went to M. Cruz st. I’m at C. Cruz. I even stated the what the C. means – twice! How the hell do you mix up M with C?

6. I specifically asked for change for P1000. When our maid handed the cash to the delivery guy, he scratched his head and said that he was told to bring change for P200. Again, how do you mix up 1000 and 200? I could have understood 100 because it would mean that it was just an error in typing. But 200?! Good thing we had some P100 bills. To top it off, he wouldn’t have given me the drinks if I didn’t ask for it!

We rarely have fast food delivery at home, and I can’t remember the last time we ordered from Jollibee, but I don’t remember their service being this shoddy. I don’t want to generalize either so maybe this was just a bad night. But if someone from Jollibee or someone who knows someone from Jollibee reads this, please, please make sure this doesn’t happen again.


I literally crawled up the stairs to my room when I got home this evening.  Seriously.  The heat and traffic really got me today.  My head felt weird – somewhere in-between dizziness and a headache.  On days like these I really wish we were in the Western Hemisphere so we would have four seasons.  Then again, it’s good that we’re not.  Just think of how many less fortunate and street people would suffer in the winter frost.  That sort of made me stop wishing for really cold weather.

If I were a Buddhist and believed in reincarnation, I would probably think that I lived in a cold country in a previous life – or was a cold-blooded animal. 😉  I have very low tolerance for heat unless I’m in the beach.  Bad for someone who lives in the tropics.  Oh well, I’ll just have to suck it up.  I just can’t believe that there are still people who aren’t convinced that our planet is warming so fast and refuse to do something about it.  Haven’t they ever experienced such intense heat?  And haven’t they noticed that it’s gotten hotter and hotter each year?

Pardon my whining, this is just another way for me to cool down.  I’m just waiting for my hair to dry after my bath then I’ll sleep already with the hope that tomorrow will not be as hot and traffic will not be as bad.  Oh, good luck about that!

Not you, just those thoughtless election candidates who hold looooong motorcades with nary a care for the motorists that they inconvenience.  Sorry for the harsh headline.  It’s just that I got stuck at Kalayaan Ave. in Makati this morning.  It was only for 15 minutes, but the reason really irritated me and everyone else on the road.  I couldn’t tell whose group it was, but it was a really long motorcade that hogged the entire road.  They didn’t leave even just one lane for us.  I understand it’s the campaign season, but do these candidates think they can get votes by causing inconveniences?  After I told my dad about this, he said, “Ganyan talaga pag eleksyon, kapalan na ng mukha“, and to that I replied, “Ang kapal nga talaga ng mukha!”  The funny thing about this morning’s motorcade was that the candidates were waving with all their might and enthusiasm yet there were only a few bystanders.  What was there were a lot of pissed motorists and commuters.

Then again, this is all part of the Philippine election season.  Totally irritating, yet totally amusing too.

To Retch and To Laugh

I’m sure a lot of Filipinos have already seen Tito Sotto and Tessie Oreta’s political ads.  Uhm…let’s just call it simply ‘ads’ since there’s nothing political about it.  And by ‘political’ I mean the dictionary definition.

Tessie Oreta’s ad made me laugh out loud.  Gosh, the acting!  Points to her for addressing the ‘Dancing Queen’ issue head on, but really… I’d also love to know who wrote the script.  Well, the writer probably had no choice.  If that’s the case, my sympathies.  The things we do for clients sometimes…

Tito Sotto’s ad made me retch.  “Minsan lumilipat kasi kailangan” or something like that.  Ugh!  I-kumpara ba ang paglipat ng station sa paglipat ng political alliance?!

Why waste your money and our time on defensiveness that no one actually believes?  What about what you plan to do for the country to recover from your missteps?  That’s what we’d all like to know, not how sorry you are or why you did what you did.

Last Ash Wednesday, I came out of the Mass quite seething. I was just subject to rude line behavior – twice! Since it was Ash Wednesday, churchgoers had to fall in line on the aisles twice during the Mass – first for the ashes, then for Communion. I sedately rose from the pew and went to fall in line. Or rather, I was PUSHED into the line. Then, some people formed a third line, and when the usher told them nicely to merge into the existing line, they shouldered and shoved their way into it. There were a lot of frowns and raised eyebrows (mine included) on those who fell in line properly. I think some would have raised hell if we hadn’t been in church. What bothered me most was that majority of these rude people were old ladies. It was as though their being older gave them the right to push us around. Filipinos are very respectful of the elderly so they didn’t need to do that. They would have been given their place in the line easily. If that wasn’t enough, the entire thing was repeated during the Communion – with the same cast of characters! These people were oblivious to the glares and exasperated sighs they received earlier. THEN, when I went back to my pew, two people were already sitting in my place – despite the fact that I left my fan there to mark my place. Normally, it’s not a big deal for me. I would just pick up my fan and stand elsewhere. But I’ve had enough that day. It’s not like these people were elderly or sick and really needed a seat. They’re younger than me, darn it! So I raised an eyebrow, stared pointedly, and said “Excuse Me” in a get-your-butts-out-there tone. They had the grace to look sheepish enough, but no apologies.

There’s another reason (aside from laziness) why I don’t like walking on busy streets here in Metro Manila. I’m a no-nonsense city street walker. Unless I’m lost, I don’t meander around, staring at everything around me. Or when I do, I at least make sure to stay on the side, out of the way. I also don’t make sudden stops as much as I can avoid it. Unfortunately, a lot of people on the streets are just the opposite. A lot of times, we can’t even walk 10 meters in a straight line. We have to weave around people who block the path for various unnecessary reasons. One of the most irritating is a group of people who just HAVE TO walk side by side the entire time, occupying the entire sidewalk, taking their sweet time, talking loudly and incessantly, and just totally oblivious to everyone. I could enumerate many other annoyances, but I’m sure many of those who have walked on Metro Manila’s streets know what I mean.

I sometimes wonder what’s behind all these inconsiderate behavior on the streets and on other public places. When Filipinos go abroad, we are law-abiding, considerate persons. Is it because we are not in our territory and therefore have to fit in? Well then, if we can do that in other countries, why can’t we do that in our own? We admire the orderliness in other countries. Why can’t we be orderly in our own? I remember in high school, one of the coolest “What I did last summer” stories was from a classmate who was stopped by police in Singapore or Hong Kong (I forget now) for jaywalking. She didn’t do it intentionally. She was just so used to the anything goes street system here. Rule-breaking is cool when you’re a teenager, but as an adult… When I got back from a trip to Paris, a lot of friends asked me what impressed me most, aside from the obvious beauty of the place. I said that I liked their unwritten rules for street behavior. For example, I’ve noticed that those who walk slow keep to the left. The right side is always clear for those who walk fast or are in a hurry. This is especially true in the human conveyor belt (the correct term escapes me at the moment, but it works like an elevator except it has no steps and goes forward instead of up; can someone please tell me what it’s called?). Also, pedestrians rule in that city. Apparently, in the smaller streets, cars stop to let pedestrians cross even if the light is still green. I learned that the embarrassing way. I was waiting to cross the street and I was looking at the traffic light to wait for it to turn red. Someone honked and when I turned my head, there was already a line of vehicles, and four hunky French men (ooh, gorgeous, but so not the point here, heehee) in a tiny Citroen car were frantically gesturing for me to cross the street. At least I can say that for once in my life I literally stopped traffic! I was embarrassed but at the same time I also wished that it was the same case here in the Philippines. Pedestrian lanes here are usually just decorations.

I don’t know if what we need is a cultural overhaul or an infrastructure-and-implementation overhaul. Maybe it’s the latter. I’ve seen how Ayala Ave. in Makati became more orderly once the pedestrian amenities were completed and the new loading/unloading system was strictly implemented. It can be done after all. It’s not that Filipinos don’t have discipline and consideration. Look at us when we’re in other places. It’s just that we don’t have enough reason to be. There are so many reasons why we are what we are and we do what we do. It’s still so hard to correctly pinpoint a true Filipino identity. The modern Filipino is the result of a melting pot of influence from different colonizers.

But still, at the end of the day, I am glad to be a Filipino living in the Philippines. At a recent job interview, I was asked if I have plans to go abroad (meaning to migrate) and I truthfully answered, “None”. I do want to try living in a different country, but only for a year or two and just for the experience. No matter how many things that my fellow Filipinos do to irritate me, they’re still my favorite people in the world. No matter how much I complain and how exasperated I am with the state of the country, I’m still here to stay. At the most, I’ll pack my bags and head to the province with my dad and our dog. It’s Metro Manila that I’m really sick of, but I still earn my living here so I’m staying put. For now.

They were disbanded while nobody was looking. There weren’t even any rumors about it, or at least not in the general public. I was surprised one morning when I went to the Philippine Macintosh Users Group site and saw this piece of news. See the thread here for the details.

I’m not a great big fan of classical music, but it doesn’t mean that I don’t recognize and appreciate its place in our culture. I guess it will be asking too much to hope for another corporate sponsor to step in and fill the shoes that San Miguel discarded. Another cultural heritage bites the corporate dust…