Sunday, September 16, 2012

A Note on Lawyers

There has always been a running joke about lawyers and it claims that honest ones are an "endangered species in heaven". The same can be said of honest lawyers here on earth. Yet, despite being "an elusive and endangered species", honest lawyers DO EXIST, as with the case of Atty. Romeo T. Capulong.
I first heard of "Ka Romy", as he was fondly called, during the cases of the Batasan 5 solons (Reps. CasiƱo, Ocampo, Maza, Mariano, Viray) who were put through difficult times by the Arroyo regime back in 2004. I've always had contempt for bureaucratic geezers with their pretentious formal attires and their elitist leanings, but I think that this man was neither bureaucratic, nor pretentious, nor elitist (despite his elderly and formal appearance). And I admired him as a role model for being so.
In my point of view, he was a simple man who only wanted to serve. He offered legal services pro-bono to his less fortunate clients. Nonetheless, I can tell that he was an excellent man, considering the fact that he became a member of the UN's International Criminal Court, a senior legal adviser to the National Democratic Front of the Philippines (NDFP), a founding chairman of the National Union of People's Lawyers (NUPL), and an organizer of the Public Interest Law Center (PILC).
Coming from a family of tenant farmers himself, Atty. Capulong handled cases involving the marginalized sectors with whom he had an affinity for. He stood up for the rights of the “little people” – peasants, workers, urban poor, human rights workers, social justice advocates, political prisoners – who have nothing to defend themselves against the “big bullies” of society. Ka Romy even worked with the PILC’s young law practitioners who share his solidarity with the “little people” by offering their pro-bono legal services to the poor and oppressed. He was most notable for handling the high-profile case of Flor Contemplacion, the Filipina domestic worker who was executed in Singapore. He also handled the cases of the Martial Law victims, “comfort women” of World War II, Hacienda Luisita workers, and the Morong 43 health workers.
His passing away is definitely a great loss to those who uphold social change, true justice and peace, and genuine democracy. Even so, his life of service, integrity and solidarity to the people is already a noble legacy that has set an example of excellence for the current and coming generations of real defenders of the people, changers of society, and champions of social justice.
Even though he is now gone at age 77, his ideals will live on. With this, I raise my fist in a protester’s fashion to salute the great and late attorney. Indeed, honest lawyers are an endangered species on earth, with their population diminished by one. Perhaps Heaven just added Ka Romy to its small quantity of honest lawyers up there.

Sunday, September 9, 2012

I [HAD TO] QUIT... -_-

Yes. I resigned from our student publication.

To summarize the content of my resignation letter: I quit because nowadays I'm not doing well with my journalistic writing, my academics, my relationships with other people (including my family), and other areas of my life, as well as keeping my health well. I'm quitting because I don't think that I'm doing well in my duties as a campus journalist and as a student. I quit because I've failed the publication more than once in small, but important matters (that could have led to bigger, more critical problems). I give up because I think that I can no longer give my best for the publication.

Resigning from an editorial board position and from the publication altogether... Just one of the rare instances where I just outright give up. And I am not attributing to other people the reasons why I am giving up. I am quitting because of me. (And I mean this in a productive, positive manner of self-criticism)

I have to quit in order to get myself some time for self-recovery, self-redemption, self-rebuilding, or whatever  this process is called. I have to quit because I need to quit for my own good and for the good of the student publication I've served.

But it does not mean that I'll just forget everything I've been through with the publication. Until this instance of my resignation, I've stayed in it for more than two and a half years. I've been through good things and bad things, but my experiences in this publication have tempered me to become an improved person with a sense of humanity.

I owe a lot to the student publication I've served. It was because of the student publication that I knew myself better. I made new friends, reconnected with old ones, and even expanded further my social consciousness and critical perspective through the various gatherings and competitions I've attended with the publication staff. It was because of the publication that I practiced my writing, seeking ways to improve my literary style. I even earned my first award in campus journalistic writing because I was part of it. And for many other good things that I have difficulty recalling,  I am very much grateful for the publication.

However, I admit that I never wanted to be a journalist in the first place due to its rigid conventions. It was poetry that stimulated my writing. And for a long time, I have been out of touch with that literary craft. I need time and space to breathe, to roam, to ponder, to grow. And that, based from my own experience, is something I cannot gain from being contained within the walls and corners of a student publication office.

Yes, I quit being in the student publication, but it does not mean that I will quit writing. I just needed a paradigm shift, a change of pathway... Even if it means saying "goodbye to the yellow brick road"...

Wait a minute, that kind of reminds me of an Elton John classic...

Saturday, August 25, 2012

Not just waterproof...

 The Filipino spirit is waterproof,

but it is not just waterproof.

It is also fireproof,
windproof,
earthquake-proof.

It is shockproof too,
like a tibak's body being struck
by the truncheons and shields
of the riot police
amid a rally at Mendiola.

Heck, it is bulletproof as well
no matter how many Filipinos
die in this great nation
by gunshot or at gunpoint,
aside from other causes.

Most of all, being dominated
by the corrupt, the megalomaniac,
the greedy, the bloodthirsty
and all other sorts of dangerous,
but albeit outright fools...

the Filipino spirit
is FOOLPROOF.

Thursday, August 16, 2012

LIFE JUST PLAYED A MIND-F**K ON ME...

Today is the birthday of two buddies of mine...

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Hannix from UP Tacloban

"Nang" Miloy from UNO-R HS (now in USLS)

Both are taking up Psychology. Both were born on the same date (Aug. 17, 1994).  Both are girls. Both are "unique" (misinterpreted by other people as  "bangag"/"weirdo") due to their somewhat similar character, interests and hobbies. And both became my best buddies just last year.

Coincidence? I think not! >_<

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

CONSOLATION ARRIVES WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT IT

Something very heavy and serious is pissing me off today this afternoon. I won't tell what it is but it's pissing me off. I was about to transform myself into Pacianong Pissed-Off starting this afternoon until I redeem myself and/or get over it (by redeeming myself), when suddenly, I received a message that I never ever expected to accept.

My surrogate sister, Nang Miloy, and step-mother, Nanay Lesli were coming over to UNO-R to chillax with a few good old comrades, including me. I was supposed to go home in my pre-pissed off state, but receiving that message made me meet them at the lobby and hang out with them even for just a bit. We then headed for the canteen and chatted and ate cake and chatted... By the way, I wondered about the cake and I asked "ano ang okasyon?" until I was reminded that yesterday was Nanay Lesli's birthday.

I was also re-acquainted with Mrs. Arlene Solano-Esplanada, whom I should now refer to as "Nanay Bones". Aaand... in addition to our quartet, may nag-upod pa tambay sa amon bisan long-distance when a phone call to Anna Marie (who's in UP Baguio) was made through Nanay Lesli's cellphone.

Isa na lang gid ka tawo ang kulang para makumpleto ang "Fellowship", and through the carrot cake connection and the HS Otakus link (not to mention our conversations and stories that made many references to "he who must not be named" and "public secret"), his spirit prevailed upon our [not-so-]holy gathering during that afternoon.

I guess that despite the stress of college and life and other things that piss me off, consolation arrives when you least expect. (Yeah, and I had contemplations about asking Nanay Lesli for another one-on-one chillax/bonding moment between "adopted son" and "step-mother". KILALA NIYO NA 'NA KON SIN-O ANG "AMAY" KO.) And I am both humbled and grateful for being fortunate to be granted with such treasured moments like this.

Sigh... Salamat gid, Nanay Lesli, Nanay Bones, Nang Miloy, Anna Marie, and (in a way) "Master Darklord" (O, clue na 'na ang first letters), for making such a brief but fond moment possible.

By the way, I guess Pacianong Pissed-Off is postponed in the meantime.

Saturday, July 21, 2012

My Rendition of Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 (and free endorsement of a videogame)

There's a time for everything and a moment for every endeavor in this whacked-up society of ours.

A time to wake up and a time to hit the sack
A time for study (or work) and a time for fun
A time for eating and a time for hunger
A time for buffing up and a time for slacking off
A time for staying in and a time for going out

As for staying in and going out,
A time for solitude and a time for company
A time for praise and a time for criticism
A time for romance and a time for heartache
A time for listening and a time for speaking
A time for going and a time for stopping
A time to lead and a time to follow

With regard to to leaders and followers,
A time for contemplation and a time for action
A time for imagination and a time for reality
A time for the material and a time for the spiritual
A time for faith and a time for doubt
A time for fear and a time for courage
A time for chaos and a time for order
A time for war and a time for peace

Speaking of war and peace,
A time to build and a time to destroy
A time for allies and a time for foes
A time to compromise and a time to assert
A time to liberate and a time to annex
A time for trading and a time for keeping
A time for tradition and a time for modernity
A time for commerce and a time for research

Most of all,
A time for "Sid Meier's Civilization V - Gods and Kings" and a time for something else
(and a time for saving and quitting and a time for continuing)

...So whenever people like me have time for playing that critically-acclaimed, world history-themed turn-based strategy game, LET THOSE PEOPLE PLAY...

So that the conquerors of today will not become the dictators of tomorrow.

Tuesday, July 10, 2012