Thursday, May 20, 2004


I'm ten days into this vacation and the 'rents haven't kicked me out. Yet.

A few updates: the vote-buying candidate was elected mayor; I rented 17 films; the Los Angeles Lakers advanced to the Western Conference finals; and typhoon Dindo dropped by Sunday night and left the next day.

That last one was a bitch because we had no electricity for a few days. Thank God our house survived. We slept through the worst of the storm but our banana trees (I know, I know, they aren't really trees) didn't. My father planted new ones this morning.

After experiencing Sisang in '89 I'm no longer afraid of typhoons. That storm took our roof and tore down my uncle's house next door. My mother and younger siblings evacuated to a stronger house but my father and I stayed behind.

This time, while Dindo raged outside I read Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix by candlelight. Saya!

Monday, May 10, 2004

Electile Disfunctions

I was on a Bicol-bound bus last night when I received this text message from an unknown sender:
Kaibigan, GMA-FPJ na lang ang laban. Maaring magaling ang ibang kandidato subalit isa lamang ang makakatalo sa hunyango. Huwag sayangin ang boto!
From the chameleon (hunyango) reference, I guess the message came from an FPJ supporter. But I could be wrong. I had no energy to argue the point last night, but still. GMA-FPJ my foot.


I arrived home around 5:30 a.m. By 6:15 our house was abuzz. A candidate for mayor, the sister of the incumbent, sent six envelopes, one for each registered voter in our house. All envelopes had 200 pesos in them.

I wanted to take the money but not vote for the candidate. I was sure no one would know any better. My mother, a local government employee, had the same idea. She was suspicious the money was from the city coffers. Since it (probably) came from public funds anyway, the people should it take it.

In the end it was my father who decided the matter. A former police officer, he was offended that an attempt was made to buy his and his family's vote. He worried what people would think, since my mother was a local government employee. So just like in previous elections, he had the money sent back.

Friday, May 7, 2004

Shameless Plug

I'm typing this at Coffeeheads, a cafe co-owned by a college blockmate. It's right across Ateneo.

This place looks promising even if I'm not a coffee person (I get a buzz from Nescafe 3-in-1). Customers can borrow books for free. Their rates for Internet access are reasonable, more so when you sign up for the privilege card. And did I tell you they lend books for free?

I can see myself hanging out here a lot. I may yet learn to drink coffee.

Field Trip!

[Photo credit: T. Roa]

The little boy is the son and nephew of friends. The not-so-little boy is me.

A couple of Sundays ago the little boy was in town. His dad took him to see planes and I tagged along.

The three of us went to one of the hangars near the Manila Domestic Airport. There we looked at light planes and helicopters parked inside. We also watched planes take off from and land at the domestic airport. Simple stuff, but loads of fun for boys of any age.

I am thinking of becoming a pilot.


I hope to be out of the Metro by Sunday night. The following day is Election Day, as well as our barangay fiesta. May handaan yata sa bahay, I'm not sure.

'Pag sinipag akong magbakasyon I'll be back in June. My parents are sure to have kicked me out by then because our electric bills skyrocket when I'm home.

Saturday, May 1, 2004

Absentee Blogger

Wow, I haven't posted in a while. Two weeks ago I had an excuse—Blogger was down. This week, I don't have any.

Unfortunately, in those two weeks a lot of blog-worthy things happened that I've since forgotten. I really am getting old.