I'm moving back nineteen years ago, imagining myself crossing the hall to the Ang Mangingisda newsroom and announcing that to a lanky kid who had a poet's eyes. Or maybe I'd find that lanky kid with the eyes of a poet in the LFS office two doors down. That was Randy then.
DAVAO CITY (MindaNews/18 March) -- It was a purple flower in full bloom, its delicate petals so thin and silky.
“What is it called?” asked Perpy.
“Is it real?” asked Penny.
“It’s real,” I said, holding out for all to see the stalk that had been cut diagonally. The inside showed succulent green. Like celery for tuna salad.
That was the first thing that came to my mind as I watched GMA sycophant Prospero Pichay analyzing the body language of Rodolfo Lozada from the grainy footage taken by the MIA camera. When, pray tell, did Pichay become a psychologist?
And the people said no.
Senator-elect Antonio Trillanes IV shouldn't play poker. He doesn't know how to wait for the right cards. He is, as I said before, a loose cannon who endangers not only himself but other people besides. Does he care? Obviously not.
He wanted his presscon so bad, but he did not want to hold it in the Makati Trial Court restroom where the reporters ganged up on him. The man has pretensions at class. It was the Manila Peninsula down the road or bust.
DAVAO CITY (MindaNews/26 November) -- While I was out, the printers delivered the newest edition of the Tambara, the official journal of the Ateneo de Davao University.
Pretty. Yeah, as member of the editorial team, the latest Tambara looks like something I can live with.
DAVAO CITY (MindaNews/21 Nov) -- It's a cold, rainy night and I got company at the waiting shed on the parking lot of St. Luke's Medical Center along E. Rodriguez Avenue. I've been down here three times already since 9:00 tonight and they're still here.
DAVAO CITY (MindaNews/13 November) -- “Who do I talk to if Daddy sends Catherine away?!!” wailed my distraught ten-year-old as we watched my husband trying to lure the cats into the trunk of the car. Mama Cat just had another litter and it looked like hubby has had enough.
DAVAO CITY (MindaNews/29 October) -- "We share the same birthday, Ma'm," the guy at the Registrar's Office said with a smile as he handed me my copy of grades.
"Cecile Pasino. LY Bernardino, too," I smiled back before glancing at the document he gave me. I almost dropped it when I saw the successions of 1.0 written on the column for grades earned in the last year. For a while there, I thought maybe he handed me someone else's grades. But no, that was my name alright written where the name of the student should be.
DAVAO CITY (MIndaNews/12 July) -- "Ma'am, you teach at the Ateneo?"
DAVAO CITY (MindaNews/10 July) -- Coming into my hideyhole, I saw that I had to share it with someone. Ah, well, it's a public place. People have as much a right as I have to be there.
DAVAO CITY (MindaNews/18 June) -- My apologies for sending out that insensitive text message asking the recipients to individually confirm whether he was indeed assigned as security detail last Friday to ex-Navy LTSG Antonio Trillanes one-two-three-four in Roman numerals. I understand why some people in uniform won't ever reply to my text messages ever again. Grabe naman, ser, di naman kayo mabiro. I'm sorry if the recipients thought I was making tasteless allusions to the existence of so-called military death squads.
DAVAO CITY -- To my extreme disappointment, it seems like I have yet again misunderstood Philippine Army 1001st Infantry Brigade commander BGen. Carlos Holganza.
DAVAO CITY (MindaNews/12 May) -- I have never had the pleasure to meet any of the Oakwood mutineers.
So it was a pleasant event to find myself last week in possession of a 24-page discussion notes recently written by one of them on the subject of lessons to be learned from undertaking military intervention. They were delivered to me by someone who appreciates my inordinate interest on the subject of military rebellion.
DAVAO CITY (MindaNews/10 May) -- Time to turn the page on the calendar.
May. The month of weddings.Belatedly, I registered my agreement to be a principal sponsor to several weddings this month. As the first one drew near, I took a morning off to get the stuff a wedding ninang needs.
DAVAO CITY -- It was midnight when the bus let us off the terminal in Baguio. In Tarlac three hours earlier, we had learned that the hotel cancelled our reservation. Hubby spent the rest of the bus ride since then on the Internet on his phone and trying to find us a bed for the night. No luck.
DAVAO CITY (MindaNews/25 Apr) -- On Tuesday, 24 April 2007, I was invited by the Gabriela Women's Party, the Children Rehabilitation Center, and the Kabiba consortium of child rights advocates to a forum on children of war. The speaker would have been the Regional Director of the Commission on Human Rights, but for some unexplained circumstance, he was not able to make it. The forum got underway an hour late with Honey May Suazo of the Kabiba, Caloy Zarate of the IBP, and me as a practicing psychologist on the panel of discussants.
DAVAO CITY (MindaNews/28 March) -- Kids don't stay infants forever. As our children grow, so too do their needs and capabilities. We owe it to them to adjust accordingly.
DAVAO CITY (MindaNews/17 March) -- If, like me, you have kids thirteen years old and younger, chances are you have watched your share of Walt Disney movies that distort history. Pocahontas and Mulan come to mind. And you probably enjoyed those, too.
Alpha male galore. That "300" playing on local theaters this week is a must-see movie. The script is adequate, yes. A bit cheesy in parts – okay, not just a bit and not just in parts, but you can actually ignore the speeches. Must-see, I said. You can leave out the hearing part.
DAVAO CITY (MindaNews/10 March) -- On 8 March 2007, on a day when I was expected to be at least in two other places, I heeded Jun Padilla's request to bring some of my studentsto the Davao Air Base for a cultural dialogue with his airmen and some guests from other AFP units.
DAVAO CITY (MindaNews / March 09) -- Close to midnight last February 2 found me sitting on the flowerbox outside Dencia's Restaurant along Juan Luna Street. In the dark with the gentle breeze blowing down the deserted street, I allowed myself the dangerous delusion that I was invisible.