Today, I passed Cisco’s BCSI exam. Drunk with excitement and happiness, I started calling my parents about the good news. After regaining my senses, I noticed that my truck’s key was missing. Whoops! I must have left my truck’s key on the first concrete bench I sat on. I hopped at least three benches while I was babbling in the phone with my mom. I was exaggerating my test experience in the hope of getting a treat when I get home. True enough, I got a treat alright and it came sooner that expected. What better place and time could my key decide to sit on a concrete bench than lunch time. It was near the grade school canteen of AMA Quezon City where all walks of student life infest the area during noon.
By Marlen V. Ronquillo
It was not about mass murder and mass mayhem, the sickening, gory and dehumanizing stories of human depravity that we are all too familiar with. But it was easily the saddest story of contemporary times.
Even the efforts of The Manila Times’ editors to write headline so subtly, “RP trails Asean peers in per capita income,” cannot obscure the depressing let-down of the story: We are about to be the sub-Sahara of the Asean region.
The story essentially said that we will have today’s per capita of Indonesia by 2015.
The state of Israel moved from developing agricultural oasis from rocky, hostile land to building technology enclaves more impressive than Silicon Valley as determined Jews hunted for Nazi criminals and brought them to trial. It did—and still does—world-class R and D on every vital concern without wavering on the resolve to get the Adolf Eichmanns of the world.
Germany, the country that gave us the Nazis, turned a ruined economy into the largest and most advanced in post-war Europe while dealing with its ghastly past—though uncomfortably and grudgingly at times.
The United States confronted racism and inequality, (Selma, Rosa Parks, Kent State, Civil Rights Act), until it elected an African-American president—without losing its status as the world’s largest economy.
The good news is this: Kamaganak Inc. is history. Either the president gave his next of kin a stern warning against meddling. Or, they did it voluntarily. My sense is the latter.
The bad news: Several factions have emerged from the wreckage of the Kamaganak Inc. The latest count says there are more factions jockeying for power in the PNoy administration than the disparate groups under the Rejectionists. Continue reading
BY MARLEN V. RONQUILLO
Because the discussion of public issues are not often framed well (the context is often lost), the efforts to put in order the land transport sector in the metropolis and the rest of Luzon are anchored on the usual knee-jerk thing: impounding buses, both metro and provincial, with the usual impunity. Confiscating licenses to cripple bus operators. The brutal hand of the state as policy.
To juice up media interest (the footage-rich orgies of impounding by the MMDA and other law-enforcement agencies), there is this complementary move to cast the bus operators as villains. Either they are operators of colorum buses. Or, operators of rolling coffins. As per stereotype, bus operators are more evil and sinister than loan sharks and illegal recruiters.
BY MARLEN V. RONQUILLO
1-UTAK congressional nominee Homer Mercado 15 years ago. This was in Australia. He was on a transport observation tour. I was a fledgling livestock farmer jotting down notes—and getting amazed—at a country with more cattle than people. And one with a prodigious agricultural sector.
BY MARLEN V. RONQUILLO
Even the professional fault-finders in our midst (they are legions) can only appreciate President Aquino’s leadership. You cannot see scheming and plotting and ill-motive. You can only see a leader with the purest of intentions.
Despite this, there is a sense of foreboding and fear among us in the low-income bracket. The reason:
there seems to be an obsession with deficit-cutting. The dominant talk is about fiscal consolidation and spending cuts. Where the emphasis should be on job-generation and perking up an economy that has been sluggish over the past 10 years, deficit hawks have gained the upper hand in the discussions of our economic directions. And this has peaked into a worrisome chorus. Continue reading
I want to be your part time lover. These feelings, so strong and wild, are waiting to be discovered. Come on girl; let me be your part time lover. We have nothing to lose, except the steel bars between us. The world is unkind; just ignore those wicked eyes and sharp tongues.
Time is short and so are our lives, would you be my part time lover? Experience forever in a day tangled inside this portal that our naked bodies built. Let the warmth of my embrace deliver you from this cold, cold night. Let me lay with you, let our shadows meld into the night.
President Aquino’s SONA opened up with a Frostian (Robert, the poet) dilemma. There is a road that forks two ways, he began. One goes the right way, the path of the straight and true. The other one leads you astray.
He asked us all, millions of Filipinos who left what they were doing to listen to the new president, to follow the right path. And, he vowed to lead by example. Continue reading