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My Travel to Northern Mindanao
October 30th, 2008 posted by AJ007 under Alumni Stories, Opinion, Travels. [ Comments: none ]


It was quite an experience to visit Cagayan de Oro City for three (3) days last week. It was a business trip and it was my first. I had to deliver, demo and install our spectrophotometer unit that Del Monte Cagayan de Oro bought from our company.

Cagayan de Oro is so beautiful a place. From the sky, as the plane prepares to land, one could see the inviting topography over the so – called Macajalar Sea.  Approaching Lumbia National Airport, the rock signage saying “Welcome to Cagayan de Oro City, City of Golden Friendship” couldn’t be missed.  Plus the eagle looking bird flying at the tip of the runway when the plane touched had been impressive.

Outside the airport, I was met by our friendly sales parson with a cheerful:  “Welcome to Cagayan de Oro, Dong”

The greetings actually melted my heart.  Suppressing tears, I crisply replied, “thank you…”

To me, it was a sort of being accepted to be addressed to as “Dong.”

Lumbia National Airport, as I realized later was built on top of a mountain.  A taxi ride down town fills your eyes with fresh scenic beauty of the place. But there’s a disruption, an SM mall somewhere down the road, well of course commercialization is inevitable.  Posh subdivision nearby could be noticed with its big entrance gate. After few minutes, we reached town. I got checked in to a small hotel called Demiren Hotel,  aside from our sales person (who acted as my tour guide as well) and the taxi driver, the front desk clerks were the first few people I talked to and they are all amiable, straight to the point and honest. It was already 11:00 am I was given specific instructions by our sales person to rest, take my lunch and be ready to be picked up after an hour.

Lunch has been delicious, fresh fish and squid, grilled delectably with special seasoning served with sauce suited to a Filipino pallet. And you can get it for PhP 65.00, of course that’s minus the hoity – toity hypocrisy of a fine dinning restaurant in Manila. In CDO, your PhP 65 meal is served and eaten in a nice well ventilated and clean place, among the nice people of Cagayan de Oro City. After my meal, I still have time to relax back in my room while watching cable TV. I changed and checked the time.

At about 12 O’ clock, I went to the reception area, the sales person had been waiting for me. Going to Del Monte, we had to cover a long stretch of road. “On your right Dong is the Nestle plant.The Del Monte Cagayan de Oro is a big facility facing the Macajalar Sea. I was nervous, I know for the fact that chemists there are well trained. The stereotype that Cebuano speaking people basically hates Manileño arrogance hit me like reality so I am constrained to check my manners. I really worked hard to remove any sign of being haughty in me.

We were waiting at the gate for a go signal to enter. We’ve already deposited our cell phones at the guard and my heart is killing me with loud palpitations. I was jittery. If the chemist would decide not to buy our product, then I had to haul it back to Manila. If in any way I miss at presenting  any of the important features of our machine, then I’m a cooked goose. If in any case I sound incompetent, then it is all over and done with.

Moment of truth. After a few meters of walk, I found myself inside a nice laboratory, white and surgically clean as a multinational laboratory should be. People are nice too but consumed with work.  These are scientists, no doubt about it and I’m sure, they would not forgive me for merely parroting what was stated in the user manual. 

Just after the smiles, the handshakes and pleasantries came a nice smacking activity

 “AJ, we are dealing with (I can’t tell the specific information, lets just use A and B) wavelengths A and B, can you show us a special feature of your machine that could read through the absorbance and transmittance the said wavelengths.”  Said the Chemist tersely.

Trying hard to muster courage, I said lamely: “Yes ma’am.”

Then I tried. Gosh! What’s happening? There’s no reading. My temple is sweating profusely.  I took out the cuvett and wipe the sides with tissue paper. Put it back in and run the test. Same result. God damn it! God what have I done?  I tried to probe the wavelengths, there was some faint reading in other region, but it was too far from the specified, the valleys and peak are here but not on the specified. It’s all flat. I prayed hard: “God, just let me through this, I’ll belay plans of posting my proof against the TAC EB 1999 – 2000, promise just let me through this…”

Then I realized that it was time to concede and end the pain. I politely told the chemist that there no reading on the said wavelengths A and B. The chemist smiled. I said to myself: “well this is it, She’s just kind enough to pass it off without embarrassing me, thanks God, I swear, I’ll belay the posting of the proof, promise…”

But She said: “Actually, AJ,  yun yung gusto namin, na walang reading dun sa region ng wavelength nay un, dahil pag meron…”

“WHAT?” I said rather triumphant. It was a test

I said a prayer again: “Oh God, you really want me to clear my name and be vindicated. I am gonna post my proof on my second blog when I get back to Manila.”

I went back to my hotel, change into walking attire, and strolled around the City. I found an Internet Café and emailed the result to Manila Office. Then I went on with my walking spree.

They have a place there called Divisoria, but its clean, the Xavier College Ateneo de Cagayan is within the loop, UAAP blog has it that Adamson Falcon Cager Olalia has been scouted from Xavier College. Walking onwards along Trino Bros street is a Plaza and near there is a big church called Saint Agustine Cathedral.

I went inside the Church and notice a nice garden beside it. So I walked over to the Garden and “surprise!” there is another nice view. The mountain ranges of Bukidnon and a river.

The sun was setting so I just stayed there until the sun hid behind the mountains. It was perfect.

That moment, I remember what Tito told me about inner peace, about having loving children. And I remember my own kids. I love the place, I wish they’re there with me. In a place where no one knows me. In a place where my name is not yet smeared by college politics.

I walked again, not knowing where to go, until I’ve decided that I want to eat “batchoy” when I was a small boy in Bacolod I always loved “batchoy.”

Then it was time for bed. I walked back to my hotel room. And chanced upon a nice movie on cinemax, it was “The Company.” It’s about CIA during the 60’s when James Angleton was chief of counter intelligence. It’s nice, packed with emotional script about espionage, betrayal of trust and all that jazz.

The next morning, I had to present our machine before the quality control people and those manning there standards room at Del Monte. It was a breeze, modesty aside, but our machine presented itself.

A taxi ride back to the City had been nice. The taxi driver had been telling me stories about the place. He told me it is the most peaceful place in the whole of Mindanao.  A snatcher caught three times gets executed by vigilantes. I’m impressed. He further told me that even the MILF wouldn’t dare wreck havoc in the place or else they’ll run out of resting places, according to the guy, the Military Intelligence Group (MIG) are in place in the whole City, and they’re more interested in keeping the peace.

The next morning, my CDO visit is over. I tried t o sleep early but I couldn’t. I just lay down on my bed until it was 4 am. I did my usual routine and catch a taxi that will take me to Lumbia National Airport.

Overhead I could hear helicopter engines hovering. It was MG520 attack helicopter. The Radio Mindanao Network announced the ongoing was in North Cotabato just below the slopes.

I took my boarding pass at the airport and waited for my plane. It was late, I noticed the Bronco bombers of the Philippine Air Force (PAF) using the runway.  There are fatigue choppers and MG520 helicopters landing and taking off. It barely stopped due to hard rain but after the rain, the PAF Broncos and choppers took to the air again.

At last my plane arrived. And before I knew it, I was admiring the sky view of Cagayan de Oro again. I saw SM, the Del Monte plant, the Nestle and the City itself, I realized that the City is surrounded by the mountain ranges of Bukidnon hence, Cagayan de Oro, the Valley of Gold.

But it was Good bye.

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Dibs on ‘Dead Space’ [Xbox 360]
October 23rd, 2008 posted by JB under Media & Entertainment. [ Comments: none ]

Dead Space, recently released a couple of weeks ago, is one very highly rated Xbox 360 game. I don’t usually give a crap about the ratings, but when you see a game receiving a score like 9 out of 10, you wonder, “What’s the 1 point about?”

And of course, the box art’s cool. I’m very easy to please.

I bought a copy of the game, and here are some first impressions and actual screenshots.

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Ngayon si Teehankee, pagkatapos ay si Go
October 21st, 2008 posted by indierock under Adamson Chronicle, Alumni Stories, Gossip, News, Opinion. [ Comments: 4 ]

Wow! Ang saya naman ng site na ‘to! Sino ba nag imbento nito?

Ma-a-anghang ang mga kontribusyon dito. Ayos ah! Yung iba naman halos pang asar lang. Yung iba naman halos puro “lifted” lang and mga ideya. Wala na ba talagang senyal ng matalinong ‘life form” sa daigdig?  Mamaya lilibutin ko ang site na ito, pero sa ngayon, gagawa muna ako ng blog…

Nakakatawa, parang may “trend” ang lipunan. Ang mag kriminal na walang habas na pumapatay ng ganun-ganon lang ay binibigyan ng “executive clemency,” pero ang mga kalaban ng gobyenong ito at nabubulok sa bilangguan. Eh ‘di natural, alangan ba naman bigyan mo ng puwang ang kalaban mo, eh di lalamunin ka nito ng buhay. Pero kung pakakawalan mo ang mga mayayamang kriminal, eh ‘di may dagdag  pondo ka sa eleksyon.

Talaga nga naman… Nakaw dito, nakaw doon, lahat marunong mag nakaw. bata, kumukupit ng kendi sa tindahan…ang “cute.” Pag laki laki pera na, pag nasa eskwela na “school funds” pag sa trabaho na, “corporate funds” pag sa gobyerno, and buwis na pinataw ka ulo ng ina nya…wehehehehehe…. Kanya, kanyang istilo yan, sa ating pangulo, mga kriminal, si Erap, si Teehankee, si Go… pera yan eh. Kwarta, kwarta, gusto ko ng kwarta…hehehehe

Ano? para sa ‘unity’? O’ magnanimity? Eh ‘bat yung mga aktibista nabubulok sa kulungan? Kasi walang kwarta…

Pangako, kompromiso, “deals”…yun ay mga taktika lamang “carrot-on-a-stick” ika nga. Pag mahirap ka… walang  “clemency.”


Take the case of peasant rights advocate Randy Echanis, a veteran activist since the Ferdinand Marcos years. It’s almost a year now since he was imprisoned on trumped-up murder charges filed against him by the government. Arrested in Negros while attending a consultation on the Genuine Agrarian Reform Bill, he was transported by helicopter to Leyte, where he was charged with multiple-murder. Last July, he was brought to the police general headquarters Camp Crame and, in August was illegally transferred to the Manila City Jail.

Ito pa:

Ka Randy, in solitary confinement from 1984 to 1986, was released after People Power I. Like a true servant of the people, he went back to peasant organizing upon his release. But in 1990 he was arrested again by the Intelligence Service of the Armed Forces of the Philippines and the Naval Intelligence and Security Force. He was released in 1992 only after a case filed against him for illegal possession of firearms was dismissed by the Manila Regional Court. Throughout those years of imprisonment, Ka Randy suffered physical, psychological and mental torture and humiliation but his spirit remained strong. Though separated from his loved ones, he never wavered in his commitment. He helped found Karapatan, an alliance for the advancement of human rights.

Ito pa:

How can this government release a man who brutally killed a young girl while it continues to detain more than 200 political prisoners on trumped-up charges? It is easier for this government to show mercy to a convicted murderer than to listen to the cries for justice coming from victims of enforced disappearance, torture and unjust imprisonment. Human rights, peace and justice activists are languishing in jail under harsh conditions.

Walang hustisya, laro ng numero ang lahat ng bagay, at an disiyon ng numero ay nasa kapakinabangan. pak wala pela, wala hustisya eh, kayo tanong Ah-Tek ha…wehehehehehe

Kaya sa isang “whinner” dyan na udyok ng udyok ng gulo tungkol sa ng yari sa kanya nuong unang panahon. Senya na ‘pre… boplogs ka eh… Peace!

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How to write the best resume
October 20th, 2008 posted by JB under Career Tales. [ Comments: 4 ]

The interviewer offers me these standard questions:

What are your strengths and weaknesses?

What can you contribute to the company?

How do you see yourself five years from now?

These are usual questions. There’s a whole list of others, but these three, you won’t walk away from a job interview without having to answer them. They’re designed supposedly to allow the interviewer determine if you’re fit for the job. They also make interviews full of shit.

I’m not really looking for a job. I work at home. I have a steady income from my online projects. I own goats, pigs, chickens, guinea pigs, and some other fierce animals whose ownership indicates overlord status. Which means I’m an actual overlord. I also own an ukay-ukay-bought bald-headed albino slave who entertains me by popping out of nowhere in a pink tutu dancing to the first few waltzes of The Nutcracker (when available). Clearly, I have everything. But I was browsing the interwebs the other day and found this opening for a copywriter.

For those who don’t know, the copywriter is the writer version of a prostitute. In the advertising industry, the copywriter supplies the words. In a more general corporate sense, depending on the company and the overpaid weasel who manages it, a copywriter may be asked to write speeches, annual reports, letters to the editor of some annoying but important broadsheet, the English essay assignment of the CEO’s seven-year-old daughter.

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The Spinal Tap
October 17th, 2008 posted by JB under Alumni Stories, Bits & Pieces. [ Comments: none ]

Before I forget, my new personal blog. It’s “personal” in the “New Personal” way!

I don’t know what I’m talking about. But hit it.

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The Trillanes Factor
October 17th, 2008 posted by AJ007 under Adamson Chronicle, Alumni Stories, Campus Issues, Campus News, Criticism, Current Events, News, Opinion, Student Government. [ Comments: 1 ]

During the time when I still believe that the system would change overnight, I chance upon a book in National Book Store or NBS called LOGCOM (logistics command). I got a bit interested because I was an officer in the ROTC then (in Adamson) so I flipped through the pages. It turned out to be a sort of an expose. Back then I find it extremely radical that a serviceman in AFP would have a spine to write anything like that. Actually, it’s still a phenomenon for me not because I care a lot about it but as a TAX PAYER now, I find it a farce if not tragedy.

It highlighted the fact that military provisions are prone to abuse. Example, a military 6X6 truck was used as a “practice driving” vehicle for the wives of senior officers. Another example, a helicopter was used to transport senior officers (based in the provinces) and wives for a shopping spree in the cities. Bullets sold to the enemies? The book further explained the gripes that precipitated into disgruntlement that further lead down the path to adventurism.

Yet, with adventurism, comes another disgruntlement that plunged the cause of the series of military mutinies during the 80s into quagmire. Some soldiers who were given amnesty later said that those glib tongued “recruiters” left them behind when the “operation” finally met the wall.

One commented: Ang mga putang inang mga ‘yan, ginamit kami na parang mga puta…”

That has been the problem with the earlier putsches; so many men who would have been heroes were branded traitors. All for a strong cause but with a hallow leadership. There was this time when they had been leaderless for several days after that particular coup, but some men stayed behind. Not all of the leaders were escape artists though; Col. Alexander Noble for example won’t be pacified and chose to stay behind with his men. Then several days later, a Philippine Star issue would flaunt news about Col. Noble’s arrest after destroying US Fighter planes “sitting duck” in Clark Air Base, Pampanga; of course the rest is history. Had it not from the then Philippine Marine Commandant, now Sen. Biazon (a true clean soldier) who literally exposed himself to danger when he stood between the Rebels and pro – government soldiers who were at the brink of armed confrontation, more lives would have been claimed. But these were men of conviction both from different sides of the line. They were brothers divided, some are even real brothers. And they suffered a lot of psychological draw back since.

But what about the cause? Of course it could be brilliant. It was for reform and usual rhetoric of “being too cozy with the reds” thing, apart from “real” status quo like corruption, monopoly, selling of sovereign territory (paid to us as war reparation) to the host country itself. Maybe there was some  personal reason like the killing of Maj. Francisco Baula inside his cell on the guise of him trying to escape “USING A LADDER” at that as if he needed one to do it.

But of course, story has it that it was a badly botched up putsch. And I was a young boy when it happened. I enjoyed the sight of fighter planes seen in the sky in an act of a dogfight. But what is clear though is that they became leaderless, and some (or most) Rebels felt betrayed.

This is the edge of Sen. Trillanes; he did not leave his men behind. He joined them in prison. Another book in NBS AFP before Gringo has it that unlike his “predecessors” Trillanes did not compromise. As a proof, he’s still in jail right now. Only God knows what circumstance would bring him out of there but by the looks of it. He will rather rot in there than to compromise. But a person of such fortitude will not wear out.

Nature has an inquisitive way of “boring through veracity” (that’s a line from former President Marcos’ book, I forgot the title though). In a system like this, in a situation like this, an economic condition like this. It’s like history repeating itself. And it vindicates Trillanes. WHY? Because incarcerating him didn’t stop all these follies from happening. With him in prison, he couldn’t be associated with somebody who stands in the way of “progress” of the strong republic anymore, yet these are all happening. And shame on us who has professors who helped install this “hegemony” with a promise of 1.0 additional point to averaged grade which brings some Adamsonians to EDSA II. ONE FACULTY MEMBER IN THE CHEMISTRY DEPARTMENT WOULD ARGUE THAT IT WOULD BE FOR “INTELLIGENT GOVERNENCE” oh yeah, and why “bribe” students with a plus on a grade? Shame on idiotic students too who took advantage. I didn’t and I got an incomplete for that subject. But I digressed.

Sure the nose diving trend of global exchanges has nothing to do with it but what did our genius economic dream team do to prevent it from affecting us, and Trillanes is at bay unable to perform his “filibustering”?  Of course the “intelligent” spin doctors of this “governance” has a ready answer. One of them even suggested… ‘to Jesus Christ.’ But he’s no ecominist, he’s a bootlicker nontheless.

As a soldierTrillanes will never be viewed like someone who leaves a man behind. He’s viewed as someone with unwavering conviction and that catapulted his name to the Senate. Besides in his “spur – of – the – moment” Pen Siege, the majority of those went there were media men, pillars of the fourth state of democracy. Eye and ears of the people.

I concede though that the rest remains to be seen.


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My UNJUST Termination from The Adamson Chronicle in January 2000
October 14th, 2008 posted by AJ007 under Adamson Chronicle, Alumni Stories. [ Comments: 4 ]

When the Editorial Board 1999 - 2000 terminated me, it paved the way to bold abuse which resulted to the admin decision to padlock TAC and mothballed it until the new admin selected board was installed. Here’s the “story…”

Click to enlarge: Mark Gamboa's Sworn Statement


Since things have gone awfully bad when I wrote down my first “Writing on the Wall,” I am writing this second one hopefully to clear things out. When I say I would “hopefully”clarify things, of course I mean to write the “my side of things” aspect because the other side has already stated their case.

My former Editor–in–Chief (EIC) formerly Maria Celia Clave, now Mrs. Cabasal (according to a reliable source: Friendster) attacked my “Writing on the Wall” blog with old lies that she used against me. It made my case very dramatic; “romantic” is an understatement, but that’s how they want to make it appear to be, dramatic and romantic.

Of course, it garnered some support if I may call it an “unholy alliance” then it’s just my style of stating it. The favorite bootlicker would be the former artist whose illusions make him unable to differentiate between black and white and would rather cling to the lies Celia and her cohorts — dramatized and romanticized — to justify their acts. Of course, I am talking about Aldrin Esteban.

There were few people who didn’t sign my termination. I am sure with my detestable character and my acrid tongue, they also hated me one way or the other but they didn’t see it correct to terminate me on flimsy accounts concocted by Celia and her favorite henchman who is now a persona non grata in Adamson.

For the people who didn’t sign my termination paper, I really don’t know what’s your stand now but I thank you from the bottom of my heart. I understand that I have also insulted you in some way but still, you proved to be fair. They are Marilyn Puno, who sternly shook her head when asked to sign. Maria Socorro “Soccy” Hermanos, who deliberately defied Celia’s cohorts when they visited her in her residence in the wee hours of the night just to solicit her signature.

And finally, Mark Zember Gamboa. Mark, signed, though, but he gave me a sworn statement on the manner that he was forced to sign by Jeffrey Hanapon, Celia’s henchman.

Click to enlarge: The "overkill" pamphlet Celia and the TAC distributed.

The fateful December 1999 Editorial Board Meeting

  • I was late for the said meeting. I went up to the Penthouse office and when I opened the door, the whole board was there, crammed up in the small SV Building penthouse office.
  • Somebody was already speaking in front. It was Jeffrey Hanapon. He was explaining to the whole board why six people should be suspended. At one point in the meeting, Celia and Jeffrey agreed that “spies” should be dealt with. Celia insinuated something like “Kasi matagal na sanang wala na dito si Luste kudi lang sa isang tao dito.”
  • Celia was referring to me. I was the one whom she sent to spy on Luste because of his involvement with Ugnayan, a student paper for scholars which TAC viewed to be an admin-run paper. Also, Luste suggested the creation of an INTERIM EDITORIAL BOARD (will be tackled later)
  • I was irritated too much with the way the meeting was proceeding. I admit I began shouting my explanation on why Luste and the six members have nothing to do with TAC’s then problems. The problems were in fact the unliquidated money, the overstaying, the expensive “PRESS WORK.”
  • Celia cut me off and screamed that I should go out: “Labas, labas dito, wala ka sa ayos.”
  • I went out, Marilyn and her boyfriend accompanied me. They consoled me and advised me to simply apologize to her “Ate Cel.”
  • But I wouldn’t, I went home and didn’t go up to the office since.

And I fought TAC

  • Because Ms. Celia Clave humiliated and screamed at me to get out of the TAC office on that fateful night of December 1999, I left the office consumed in anger.
  • I weighed things out and waited for my anger to subside. I tried to cool myself down before I went on to reason with the board, particularly with Celia Clave, the Editor–in–Chief.
  • Then, a friend in the board whom I ‘m having a contact with told me that my termination was coming, so I hurriedly devised a plan to dislodge the top three positions in the board by any means necessary. Those people whom I trusted did not live out to as idealistic as I thought and turned against me.
  • I learned later that one of them talked to my enemies in the board. Then days after the Christmas break, I saw some TAC members at the CS Gate, ST Gate and SV Gate distributing leaflets attacking my person. It was their justification for my termination.
  • I hurriedly wrote a Position Paper (riddled with grammatical flaws) and submitted it to the Office of the Vice President, Fr. Payuyu. I intended to have a dialogue with the TAC Members in front of the Admin and AUSG representatives and the minutes of the dialogue should be “transcribed.”
  • Fr. Payuyu sent me to the OSA Director Mr. De Guzman who asked me to go to AUSG.
  • I met with the AUSG President then, Mr. Ernani Erjas who sent me back to OSA who now admitted that they don’t want their actions to be viewed as “curtailment of (campus) press freedom.”
  • I went back to Fr. Payuyu feeling rather impatient about the delay. But the former sent me again to OSA. And from OSA to AUSG.
  • I went outside the campus to speak with friends who can help me. I was given a pro bono counsel. The counsel told me to gather more evidence. The OSA want me to have a voice recorded conversation. My counsel told me that it was weak since recorded data from celluloid films, digital or electronic sources are not admissible in the court as far as Philippine Laws are concerned.
  • I gave it a shot because I was desperate. I was lent a tape recorder and used it when I talked with Celia. AND BE IT KNOWN THAT SHE DID NOT NOTICE IT UNTIL I CALLED HER TO COMPLAIN ABOUT THE EDITORIAL BOARD EXAMS WHERE SHE USED MY NAME AS AN EXAMPLE OF A REBEL THAT SHOULD NOT BE EMULATED. I sort of bluffed her to stop using my name because I got a tape recorded conversation with her. She told me it was unfair so I destroyed the tape.
  • Then the waiting time for the Admin to invite them was unbearable. It severely affected my academic life. I didn’t attend some subjects because of it. I had to sit down with OSA for over an hour to wait for the director.
  • I got exhausted. I talked to my professors to give me an incomplete grade because I am not to attend any of my classes anymore. Some failed me. But it was ok. It was my CHOICE, as suggested by Celia.
  • Then it was the beginning of my strife until the Adamson Chronicle got shut down for good in 2005.

ERWIN LUSTE and the Interim Editorial Board

  • When Alvin Julian (EIC, EB 1998 – 99) didn’t show up with the Financial Statement (FS) in the summer of 1999, the staff of TAC who “passed” for the new Editorial Board of 1999 – 2000 could not enroll because we were all in the Admin’s delinquent list.
  • As we needed to enroll and we needed a way around it because it seemed that Julian was taking forever to submit it, Luste came up with a plan.
  • He proposed an Interim Editorial Board.
  • This would nullify Julian’s exam results and would make the interim board members pave the way to total rectification of the TAC.
  • It was welcomed by Jeffrey Hanapon. It was welcomed by Celia Clave. I’m all for it. Then, all of a sudden, Julian showed up with the exam results and the FS. Luste, for merely suggesting the creation of the interim board, was suddenly seen in bad light. And I was branded by Hanapon as an admin spy.
  • With that, he suggested to Julian that I should be weeded out of the board.

Analysis on Mr. Jeffrey “Persona non grata” Hanapon

  • Talking about treason and being a traitor, in my opinion, he’s a best fit for the definition. Why?
  • Because first, he agreed to the creation of the interim editorial board, but he later turned coat just to free himself off the hook.
  • He has involvements with the AUSG back then but he hit Mark Zember Gamboa for the issue of occupying a double position.
  • He “stealthily” intimidated members of the board to sign my termination.
  • I think it was convenient for Jefferey Hanapon to get rid of me.

Analysis on Celia Clave

  • She attacked my earlier blog “Writing on the Wall” claiming it told of half truths. How come?
  • Because of the reasons she wants to refresh me about and these are:
  1. “incurring tutorial classes worth three times (3x) the regular tuition fee you passed on the publishers to pay”
  2. “the tape recorder you intended to maliciously used on me”
  • Now talking about HALF TRUTHS, Celia seems to have forgotten these facts:
  1. TUITION 3X THE REGULAR – Cel, do you remember the Office of the Treasurer sent you a letter about my petitioned subject? And you’re right, it was thrice the usual amount. Of course, you could recall, because you talked to me outside the office about it telling me it was way too much. Of course, I agreed though in the back of my mind I know you allowed another editorial board member get away with his own expensive petitioned subject and shouldered by TAC. Then again, it wasn’t thrice the amount like mine.
  2. MY TERMINATION – Do you still remember the leaflets you made (OUT OF STUDENTS’ MONEY AS USUAL) against me. You stated my “3X the tuition” issue in there when in fact it was beside the point. Obviously, you’ll do that because I was your “enemy” and you wanted to undo me by any means necessary. I guess that explains the recorder tactic to “maliciously spell you” because in the same way, we were adversaries, and I needed to prove my case against the board.
  • Now my friend Celia Clave didn’t answer this at all. Instead she posted another comment, and in that she stated:

Yes your right, you think that in my term we will going to a process of self-cleansing or better said as rectification. You are part of it, we break the rules and make new laws, and we cut off the “traditional” way of the past and clean the dirt of insubordination.”

And most importantly:

The good thing after your termination is we moved on”

  • Now, does this statement by Clave add up with Hanapon’s will to get rid of me way back then?
  • Celia even asked me to “talk things out over a cup of coffee.”
  • But she couldn’t answer my argument fair and square here, sending me a Friendster message later hinting that she’s calling it quits.

Further events

  • I contested my termination while my agitation increased. They published a leaflet calling me a traitor, war instigator, “makapili” and all that jazz. They all publicly humiliated me. But now, Celia is here so very concerned that “someday 20 years from now, maybe my son could visit this site archives, and I will not take your writings just by sitting down and allow you to take my name or my term to mess.” Judging from the way you “tarnished” my name in public, I didn’t know you’re so sensitive about your own public image. Do you realize you are not the only one who has kids?
  • TAC changed the constitution, allowing certain abusive rules such as the justification of overstaying.
  • I quit school, my name is in a mess and I had to worry about my day to day existence so I worked.
  • Even after quitting school, I am still contacting OSA from time to time to pursue my case. There was around this time when Joe Bert Lazarte emailed me regarding a copy of the old TAC constitution and by-laws, which i was trying to borrow from him as per OSA’s requirement to bolster my case. Joe Bert didn’t lend me. Simply because he couldn’t stand a TAC in–fighting.
  • So about Celia’s statement: “Corruption: ask Joebert about it, it’s the reason we changed the printing press.”
  1. The reason why we changed the printing pres is we still have ‘utang’ at the JMC (or MJC, I forgot) Press because of the oink books under Julian’s term. Remember?
  2. And Celia should know better than to hit Joe Bert, because if we had the old constitution back then, your whole Chronicle Mafia would have been fried good.

Then I went back to school full of resolve to re-open my case. I even sent a letter to the the EIC named Belgica back then asking her to yield Hanapon. I was asking for the transcript of the dialogue between me and Hanapon. Hanapon answered OSA through a letter that the EIC won’t allow it. What a coward!

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Ballad of Beer Nothing
October 13th, 2008 posted by white garapata under Alumni Stories, Literary. [ Comments: 4 ]

Beer precedes nostalgia.

He realized this a week ago after the drinking session with his non-single serving friends in restobar, somewhere in Malate. Norman’s birthday.

The place. Let’s call it The Castle, their unofficial tambayan, their literary abode during their College days, a place where they drivel about nothing and everything over bottle of beers.

They have a reason why they chose to hang out here. The Castle offered a different crash from cheap beers and cheap thrills, like acquiring infinitesimal wisdom of wiz. The big awe was the music (take note). No orgy of exaltation only happiness overdrive. It was the only place where they can be both drunk and sober at the same time while Hendrix’s or Joplin’s was playing in the background, playing out in the river of time. It was their temporary haven against the system they cared less and indifferent about. They considered themselves a dreamer.

He remembered the Music and their favorite bands. The songs reminded him of the beat, the grudge, the artistry, the poetry, the booze, and the struggle—the purple hazed of their individual struggle. The world was sweet like beer then.

He thought of his friends and their goal was only to get drunk, Wednesday bang-bang as they called. He doesn’t remember now who coined the term Wednesday bang-bang. It doesn’t matter, to him, or to any of his friends, now.

They played with the spontaneity of life, the trance and the joy of transience of watching films or listening to music.

He remembered Mikel Schrodinger, the alter ego. He loved to bring out more chaos to his life rather to solve it, as one of his friends put it.

He remembered Joni, the slacker and the funky. She was the Siddhartha girl. The girl of all tomorrow’s parties. She wrote a short story about K., a manic-depressive character who hated the guts of the world. He never met K.

There was Pule who cracked jokes with theatric face. He owned two books. One he never read, a sort of detective/ thriller; the other book, Zen and the Motorcycle Maintenance, a reference for his Philosophy subject. He was obsessed with FHM sexy calendars and Radiohead and Mars Volta.

Next was the girl he argued with and slapped for saying he was a gay for simply listening to Coldplay. Hello, Mitch! She wrote a beautiful essay about Gabriel Garcia Marquez and the Macondo. Beer has never worn out her. There was always the music to stimulate her.

Norman hated everything from Britney Spear to George Orwell. He was guilty of anything except of being belligerent. He hated the word, its etymology, and even its onomatopoeia. He was not belligerent, of course; only depressed romantic. He preferred The Doors to the British pop band Beatles. Just ask him why.

Randy understood the character of Clive Owen more than of Jude Law’s in the movie Closer, the way he understood himself as being a cool bastard. He beautifully played the guitar naked.

Never forget the two members of bio-kids: Maan and Tikgirl, young and cynical in their own enclosed time—of booze, beer, books, smokes and lights.

Maan walked without insecurities and laughed without pretense, unaware of her charm and of her wits. She was the kind of girl you would never think of betraying .

Tikgirl was the suicidal prick. She liked to scribble on her notes half sleep in frog pajamas. She fancied the characters of Kundera, like Tereza or Sabina, like it was her own tragic story and wondered why she never felt the love the way Sabina or Tereza has knew it.

Ken considered himself as a loser. He reminisced with the tragic love story of his with photographs as if the story was alive and embedded on every picture.

Jaeson was the silent guy holding thesaurus. He guzzled down his beer without much talking like he was always in deep reverie recollecting the beautiful things of his past life.

He remembered his friends. Their grudge and their meaning. Their favorite music as the soundtrack of their life.

The song was now changing to alternative song—Pixies’. They were all seating at the left side corner adjacent to the bar entrance. They called it the Beatles’ room as all the band’s album posters were displayed in every corner. Also hung was a picture of George Harrison framed from an old issue of Time Magazine. In another corner of the bar farther from them hung a poster of Jim Morrison, Bono, and the Lotus Eaters. The light was dim and mesmerizing inviting them for contemplation and self-wandering.

Wednesday bang bang with his friends. Snow crashed with beers. Music overload.

He gulped straight his beer and felt the arrow of time reversing inside of him.

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The Antarctic Ozone Hole from 1979 to 2007
October 10th, 2008 posted by JB under Current Events. [ Comments: none ]

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2000: The Antarctic ozone hole extends so far north that health officials in Punta Arenas, Chile, start warning residents not to go out in the midday sun.

At 53 degrees south latitude, Punta Arenas is the world’s southernmost city, sitting on the Straits of Magellan only 900 miles from Antarctica.

The city of 150,000 people had suffered about a 12 percent loss in average ozone levels since 1980, but was usually beyond the edge of the deep ozone hole that plagues the south polar region.

But this year was different. It was the end of the Antarctic winter, the annual maximum for ozone loss. An arm of ozone-depleted air drifted farther northward, over the tip of South America.

Without the thin layer of ozone in the stratosphere to absorb ultraviolet radiation from the sun, people in Punta Arenas who ventured outside without protection could sunburn in as little as seven minutes. Public health officials sounded the alarm: Take precautions!

The city’s one dermatologist calculated that skin cancer cases jumped from 65 cases to 108 between 1987-1993 and 1994-2000.

Although the ozone hole peaks annually in October, the danger continues through December when the antipodean summer sun is higher in the sky. The local health department posts color-coded danger signs to warn people of the daily ozone levels.

Nonetheless, few people appear to be taking precautions. The local public health chief said in 2004 that residents wrongly downplay the danger because it doesn’t get hot: The temperature in Punta Arenas hardly ever goes above 70 degrees Fahrenheit.

The perimeter of the ozone hole drifted north again in the Southern Hemisphere in spring 2007, prompting scientists to warn the local populace to avoid unnecessary exposure, use sunscreen and wear long sleeves, sunglasses and caps with eye shades.

Besides the human dangers of sunburn, skin cancer and eye damage, the ozone hole also threatens livestock — less sensitive than humans to UV, but outdoors longer. The ultraviolet radiation damages the DNA of marine plankton, which could lead to plankton die-offs and local or regional food-chain collapses that destroy the supply of fish available for human use.

The problems are also severe in neighboring Argentina and in New Zealand and Australia — which have the highest skin-cancer rates in the world.


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The sign of the times
October 9th, 2008 posted by faisal under Bits & Pieces. [ Comments: none ]

Its good that I found this website because it feels great to be updated with what is going on in my Alma Mater.

What I love here in the Philippines  is the relative peace. In a few weeks from now, I am going back to my country. We are being threatened with invasion by the US in false pretense of terrorism but in reality, they just want our oil as their own resources are now depleted.

Peace to everyone!

Allah Al Akbar!

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