after sitting alone for sometime...
Thursday, April 28, 2005
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
pantry sink
reminds me of the pale fountain's song 'kitchen sink drama'.
this is the second floor office pantry. no microwave, no fridge. 30+ employees, with the 3d dept. usually staying overnight. if you want hot ( or warm ) food, you have to go out of the building.
Monday, April 25, 2005
local guggenheim
this is the philippine version of the guggenheim museum. care to guess where and what it is?
Monday, April 11, 2005
old soldiers never die...
i saw this article while reading daily inquirer online today. maybe it is the reason why my dad's pension checks are often weeks, or even months, delayed. i commend PCIJ in bringing this issue to the public.
my dad is a retired army serviceman. back in high school, i often accompany him during his monthly trip to camp aguinaldo to get his pension check. i've seen the long line of retired soldiers, some of them already in wheelchairs, waiting for their name to be called thru a loudspeaker, whose dubious quality distorts the sound coming out of it, making it incomprehensible even to my (then) young ears. it is thru my dad's gift of tongue ( he could and often pass as a native of several provinces ) and voluble nature that i often have a glimpse of their struggles in life, whether its financial woes - the medical bills, the jobless sons or daughters whose family they have to support, or emotional - the pain of losing a wife or a husband, the ever dwindling group of friends and acquaintances. sprinkled here and there are the news of their simple joys - who went abroad, whose son or daughter was able to graduate in college, who was able to buy their own house and lot. and i've seen their stories etched in the lines of their faces, the gap-toothed smiles, the clouded eyes.
my dad is not a war veteran, and most of his friends may not have ever fired their rifles in war. but i hope that the case between the war veterans and veterans bank will not go the way of the coconut farmers and the coconut levy fund. i hope that this will not just fade away from the collective ire of the people.
my dad is a retired army serviceman. back in high school, i often accompany him during his monthly trip to camp aguinaldo to get his pension check. i've seen the long line of retired soldiers, some of them already in wheelchairs, waiting for their name to be called thru a loudspeaker, whose dubious quality distorts the sound coming out of it, making it incomprehensible even to my (then) young ears. it is thru my dad's gift of tongue ( he could and often pass as a native of several provinces ) and voluble nature that i often have a glimpse of their struggles in life, whether its financial woes - the medical bills, the jobless sons or daughters whose family they have to support, or emotional - the pain of losing a wife or a husband, the ever dwindling group of friends and acquaintances. sprinkled here and there are the news of their simple joys - who went abroad, whose son or daughter was able to graduate in college, who was able to buy their own house and lot. and i've seen their stories etched in the lines of their faces, the gap-toothed smiles, the clouded eyes.
my dad is not a war veteran, and most of his friends may not have ever fired their rifles in war. but i hope that the case between the war veterans and veterans bank will not go the way of the coconut farmers and the coconut levy fund. i hope that this will not just fade away from the collective ire of the people.
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