Friday, 26 September 2008

Dare speak the truth: James Balao


(I received an email today forwarded by Migrant groups in Europe about the disappearance again of another political activist. His name is James Balao a community organizer and member of the Cordillera Peoples Alliance (http://www.cpaphils.org/) I wrote emails to friends to disseminate the information as a way of helping and supporting him and his family. The kidnapping is allegedly perpetrated by the elements of the Intelligence Agents of the Armed Forced of the Philippines (AFP). I wrote this lengthy blog for him and to the countless others who disappeared and got killed)




The Philippines is rich in natural resources. It has fertile, arable lands, diverse flora and fauna, extensive coastlines, and rich mineral deposits. England on one hand is a country rich only in coal (powerful uling), all the rest of their resources are insignificant. Having said that, if the natural resources of the Philippines will be used exclusively by its people, pound for pound, kilo by kilo Filipinos will be one of the richest people in the world. But it is perplexing to reckon that we are one of the poorest economies in the world. That is accurate not only by the measure of the GDP and GNP of our economy, but also by the collective sentiments of our fellow countrymen “kababayans”. So, what am I driving at?

Simple! I am confused and am short of getting really angry knowing that despite of our rich natural resources we are the world’s poorest of the poor. While my adoptive country, England who does not have anything except coals which actually at present have been depleted already is living in abundance. They do not even have spices before that grow here. That is why they have to go to the Far East to trade and to barter whatever produce they have for the spice. Yes, I am talking about the spice trade here my dear. Truth is the only spice that came from England are the Spice Girls.
England conquered and stole almost one third of the world’s resources. India is a good example. England and its distant cousin Spain, Portugal and France plundered the whole world, during the colonialist era. Followed by the emerging powers like Japan, US and Germany. History has not been very good to the people of Africa, South America and Asia. In particular I must say history has been very cruel to the Filipinos.

After the smokes of colonialism cleared up during the World War II. Filipinos had never tasted comfort of our own, except for the very few elite, who took turns in governing vis-à-vis plundering our country.
As far as I can remember since I was a child, most of my playmates have their daddy working in Saudi as a contract worker, digging oils in the dessert or their moms working in Italy as domestic helpers. Almost everyone in the neighborhood have relatives in America, pursuing their American dream.
When l grew up not only my playmates moms, dads, cousins and relatives are going. Ultimately my playments who by then become adults are going abroad as well to look for greener pastures, so to speak. The promise land in the west, where they say it is filled with milk and honey. Even for my adventurous playmates life was still a bit of a mystery. For one even Moses was not able to enter the promise land. Well good thing there is an alternative to the american dream. There is Japan for those who failed get to pass the US Immigration Service. For others Pinoys they can climb the mountains of Morroco to go to Italy and become domestic house maids if they are unsuccessful to be pick by caucassians as mail to order bride in Germany and France.

By some struck of fate, I found myself in England, a place I never really wanted to go in the first place. Here, I found out that while everybody in the Philippines go crazy about the ever worsening crisis. People here have a time to party and relax. It is a maddening discovery for me. While we Filipinos think of saving money so that we will have something to get in times of emergency, like for example getting sick. So you will have the money to pay for the doctor, medicines and hospital. In England such is not the case.

They have the National Health Service where they could get free medical and nursing services and almost free medicines as well (you only have to pay a standard prize usually £7 and you will get all your medicines in their full package, complete dosage for the antibiotics, all in the prize of one). So what my British brothers will worry about is saving up for their holiday to the Bahamas or to Thailand. They will not even have to worry if they get laid off from their job, it is just easy to file a jobseekers allowance and housing benefits to pay off their mortgages or rent. Plus being on benefits they get everything almost for free, dental check up, travel reimbursement. If they have kids, it is even more fabulous, as they can claim for more tax credit (discounts) and further child support benefits and income support for each of their kids, the more the merrier. In numerical terms a job-seeker allowance is on the average £ 60 per week, housing benefit is £150, Income support is a further £60 so in a month an unemployed single individual can get over £1,000. If they have kids they can even double this amount. Talk about the European credit crunch, give me a break.

It is surprising how England can give so much to their citizen. They are already a rich country, their standard of living is one of the highest in the world and the citizen gets a lot from their government.

In contrast, Philippines is one of the poorest economies of the world, health care is not free at most it is privately owned, commercialized and profit driven. The price of drugs in the Philippines is the second most expensive in the world. Health is a commodity that you have to pay. The free service given by government in public hospital is just a token. Only the medical and nursing services is free, you have to buy everything from the cotton balls, cannula, butterfly needles, gauze, name it and you have to buy it. And in a country where 46 million goes hungry (http://www.chdphilippines.org/) or half of the population do not have enough to feed their hungry stomach, Health is not a priority. In fact the people are not a priority of the government. The Filipino people now are the government commodity. They export the people. Philippines have become the number one exporter of Nurses and Doctors in the world.

In the UK, Filipino nurses accounts to over 50,000 or almost 15% of the nursing staff in the whole National Health Services (excluding the senior carers and Health Care Assistant). Nurse’s alones contribute almost £45,000,000 in the UK economy with the taxes they pay to the government that goes on the average 22% of their monthly take home salaries. Double that figure and you get the amount repatriated to the Philippines in terms of their padala to their families at home. We call the nurses and the “OFW” heroes because they keep the Philippine economy afloat in the ever worsening economic crisis that we are in. I call them heroes because they do what the government of the Philippines failed to do, to take care of its own citizenry.


When the mother of my friend Rachab sufffered a stroke, his sister gave him an automatic SOS flag asking for a huge amount of money to pay for the hospitalization expenses of their mother. Unfortunately the Philippines have no NHS to take care of this concerns. Rachab will have to pay for the medicines, for the hospital bed, for the doctors, for the physical therapist and to all the people who could possibly charged her mother with hospital expenses. Rachab will often times cry as he knows he can do a more competent nursing care for his ailing mother he cries because he feels guilty that he can take care of the people here in England, British People for that matter but cannot do it for his own mother.

But he has to work, for himself, for his family in the Philippines. An empty table during dinner is enough to convince him to stay in the UK. He works terribly hard and 22% of the toil he has done will go to the UK government to pay for the social services it gives to its people. The story of Rachab doesn’t stops there, although he is already British, some racist homeboy will pick on him because he looks different, he maybe British but he has a brown skin. He get assaulted sometimes as most NHS workers is prone to assault by patients or relatives. Majority of victims are of ethnic minorities. Violence is not an uncommon thing in the NHS, despite the fact that European’s talks about equal opportunies, racial equality and non-discrimination. Sometimes just like Tony Blair, Brits are good with talks but that’s all about in it. Well, Rachab case is just a subtle one, even if I forgot to mention that his Line Manager is picking on him always to the point of bullying him. His case is just typical of those who came to England legally, but imagine those who came legally and overstayed. This are the most vulnerable Filipinos in the UK they are the domestic helpers, nanny, builders and other piecemeal workers. They do not enjoy the protection of law they are bullied, discriminated and violated. The only crime they committed is that they loved their families so much they would want to give them a future, and the only future they can see is to get away from our country and to work anywhere else except the Philippines. If you take into account those Filipinos who are victims of human trafficking, who works in the most desolated areas of the world selling their labor and sometimes selling their bodies, I will just have to close my eyes and sigh imagining the inhumane and detestable situation they are in.

I remember a political activist in the Netherlands who said in an interview. Ganito na lang ba tayong mga Pilipino, taga hugas ng puwet, taga linis ng bahay, at parausan ng mga dayuhan. Kawawa naman tayo, ano pa ba ang hinaharap nating future.

I get mad of all this things, I get confused. But this is reality. I ask myself the cliche.
Why is it that my country, the Philippines, is the richest in the world in terms of its natural resources and its people, and yet we are one of the poorest among the poor?
Is it because we have brown skin or is it because we are poor?

The issue of colonialism, poverty, inequality, discrimination forever follows me, wherever I go. Its not really a surprise that after working for several years and we qualify for naturalization, we jump to grab the quickest time to swear allegiance to our adoptive country's constitution to get rid of our Philippine passport. Who has become like a scarlet letter of some sort. Or a jinx magnet that says hey I am a Filipino, use and abuse me. Haay!!! Just like all the rest of Pinoy life has become difficult, to start with, it never was easy on the first place.

It would have been a little bearable if our government take care of us. But then it becomes even more difficult and us even poorer not only in terms of material things but also in spirit. When the government starts to disappear and kill their own people who dare speak the language of TRUTH.

Saturday, 13 September 2008

Sour graping or Sweet lemonizing?

I was tired of my long journey to Boston. I slept for a while and then went back to my laptop. I read an email from Susie, which I am planning to reply as soon as I am in the mood to write. All of a sudden a name flickered into my thought, Van. She was my closest friend when I was in Ateneo Law School. I do not exactly remember the circumstances why her name stumbled in my mind. I just suddenly remembered her, sort of a spur of the moment mental thing.

For no particular reason I googled Van's complete name and I found a link in the search engine, which I double clicked. I was led into a document from the Supreme Court release of the 2007 BAR results. I saw her name there. My old giddy friend is now a full-pledged lawyer.

Scanning the article I noticed some familiar names and started to google those names as well, and as if a sort of "eureka" moment I saw familiar sounding names that led me to more familiar names and suddenly I remembered their faces, and their names. They were my old classmates. I was like a comatose patient that suddenly woke up. I was happy to be reminded of my old friends in Ateneo. I realized they all fulfilled our shared dreams of becoming a lawyer.

Typical of me, I was in deep solitude asking myself some hypothetical scenario. Like, what would have been if I stayed in the Philippines and continued with my law education there? I probably might have been in the BAR-OPS celebration. Drowning myself with booze celebrating my BAR success or probably trying to forget the BAR altogether if I did not pass it.

What if the personal crisis that happened to me before never occurred? What if the hand of destiny was changed? So many questions, but I guess it was all worthless thoughts.
But then I came to a realization on the how if's scenario. How if things did not happened the way it happened. What if?
I might have become a lawyer by now, probably working in a law firm or working with the NBI as medico-legal, or probably as an NGO forensic expert. There are loads of probabilities.
But then if things did not happen the way that it happened. I am certain that I might have missed out on a lot of things life has to offer.

I probably would have missed a lot of life defining experiences.Things that is better left unsaid and left unblogged and forever buried and never to be uncovered. One sure though I would not be the person that I am now if I did not taste what destiny gave me. It is not that I am denying the materialist concept that we make our own destiny but there are things that happened that is somehow beyond our control. Insanity is a good example.

Hypothetically if I passed the 2007 BAR it could have been a defining moment for me, but I wasn't there.

I am away defining myself.

Wednesday, 10 September 2008

Tired but Happy

I never realized how productive I can be in a single day. Yesterday I crammed for my Land Law examination. Land law being one of the hardest subject in the English Legal System, for one although a relatively small country, England has a long history of property law. To make matter even worse England is very fuzzy with records. Needless to say voluminous accounts of law, statutes and guidelines need to be revised in order to understand English Property Law. But what does this have to do with me?

Well simply put, instead of doing my revisions I got engrossed being a couch potato. As you can see, Olympics just finished last Sunday although I have two weeks to do my revision, I decided not to read anything or do something during the Olympic season. I chose not to to miss Anastasia Liukin tumbling in gymnastics or the speed lightning of Hussain Bolt and the fish like swimming of Michaels Phelps. In other word I procrastinated. Only to realize that after the Olympics I have only one day to revise, the following Monday which was actually yesterday.

To make matter even worse I need to do a 2000 word essay for my Public and EU law subject, and not to reign on my parade, I was not able to sleep good. WTF!!! I woke up 10 in the morning monday and calculated that I have actually less than 24 hours to revise for my land law and that I also need to finish my essay. I was actually getting very stressed as the clocks keep on ticking and I have not covered anything substantial yet.

I slept round 1am today and woke up at around 4:45 am, I went to the University on my way there, inside the coach I was riding. I was left with nothing to read except my student law review magazine. There was a problem question there that I tried to memorize as I find it very very informative and useful. It was a two page article but pack with information, in fact too much information was contained there. I patiently and religiously recited in total silence all the passages in the article, it was about a problem in co-ownership but it tackled almost the entirety of the syllabus of land law, from registered to unregistered conveyancing to lease and mortgage.
Honestly I was reading the whole day, yesterday but it seems all the things I am reading just go straight to my eyes then out of my head, as if I am like the demented Margaret Thatcher, I utterly and disgustingly forgot every single information that I just recently read.

Come the day of the exam. I was in total amazement as I was like a scholarly lawyer answering the problem and essays that was given in the exam, punctuating every details with relevant case laws and scenarios that was seemingly correct in my judgment. I finished answering the first problem case and I dont know if the God of Fortune answered my mothers prayers.

All the problem that I encountered in the exams were based almost exactly on the articles and situational scenarios I memorized direct from my student law review magazine. I am not sure if my professor will be impress as I am damn sure that she wouldn't , on the answers I scribbled in my essays, but one thing I am sure the 30 minutes I spend memorizing the article was truly worthwhile compared to the laborious hours of incessant reading I was doing yesterday. I can feel the fatigue settling in my body now, but still I am happy. This is such a unique feeling, being tired and yet happy thinking I was able to do a lot in a single day cramming.

I feel like I am an elite Olympian athlete hehehe.

Exam, Essay and Exothermia

Way back 1993 I was tackling a midterm examination in General Systematics, for all of you who doesn't know the subject, its all about naming animals, classifying them into phylum, family, class and ultimately to the species level. This is one of my waterloo subjects back then aside from my traditionally hated math based science subjects like Optics and Mechanics and Miss Bucotots Algebra.



Honestly I never ever passed any single quiz or test that Miss Vitug gave us in her Gen. Systematics class despite me memorizing all those silly sounding scientific names for example Chanos chanos from the family chanidae which we simply know as "BANGUS" (milkfish). It is not of course Miss Vitugs fault as then I could find no fault on her, she is prolific and one of the better prof we have then.

Having to desperately pass that subject as it was one of my major subjects then, I went to the University library borrowed a couple of 4 books related to the subject and read them ala "komiks" style (fast reading without comprehension) to distinguished from most of my classmates who would actually highlight the main points elaborated in the book, with their ever infamous STABILLO Highlighter (mind you most of my classmates have the habit of highlighting almost all the contents of the book until all words inscribed in it is decorated with different shades mostly yellow, green and pink, that at times you get confused if your still reading a science book or a coloring book, whatever it is.)

Frankly I never bothered buying a stabillo highlighter then cause I don't have a personal book to highlight, most of my books are old edition release borrowed from the library and if I buy a highlighter then, it will eat up almost half of my allowance (baon) for the day which is only 30 pesos. I need to budget my money during those time as I am always skint my jeepney fare would cost me 5 pesos for the day, my tricyle fare would be 10 pesos, my lunch will be round 10 pesos and I will be left with a 5 peso savings, that I will keep throughout the week so that on a friday I could go out with mates to watch movie or just stay on the ruins of Intramuros all throughout the night watching the stars in the clouds and looking at the buzzling traffic jam of Manila, while we are snacking with "Lala" (pork crackles) and soft-drinks in the bottle and chatting boisterously with profound to ludicrous topics ranging from our dreams and aspirations to the trivial ones of who amongst our classmates have halitosis (bad breath).
My love for chatting with friends, going to cinemas, and just wasting time probably contributed to my failures in Miss Vitug's exams, confounded by the fact that I never like the hard sciences, in fact I'm more interested with the social sciences, I got a whooping perfect score in Philosophy, Philippine History and the likes. Mainly history appeals to me, as when I'm reading history, its like reading a "Komiks" which I'm quite used to and it tells a story, unlike the hard sciences, where you have to know a lot of details such as for example how many membranes enclosed a lysosomes, what is the function of this and that, appreciate organelles that you don't even see with your bare eyes, memorizing bird songs. Whats the point.

The exact point is, you need to get done and over with this subjects in order to get through graduation so you can apply to medical school which is then almost 99% of us want to do, or have to do, whatever the motivation is.

Come midterm exam in our class in systematics, Miss Vitug handed the examination papers, I was aghast while doing my preliminary reading on it. I only identified probably 10-15 questions I surely know,on the the exam consisting of 100 solid questions. God knows all the rest of the question other than the sure ones i have I dont have the faintest clue , im not sure, if it even existed.

Miss Vitugs exam is quite tricky it employs the fish and feather matching type where there is three columns of items and you will relate the first column to the second and ultimately to the third. If you fail to get it right on the second column you are already doomed not to get the third one. In short this exam is a killer for those who did not study very well, like me who just did it shabbily. But my saving grace was probably the bonus essay question at the bottom, its a question about ecology, environment and extinction of rare species which of course I am really passionate about. I made good on the exam trying to extract all the information from my idle brain, which is literally like extracting blood out from a turnip. I also managed to write an essay a lengthy one as such to add up for my short comings on the exams.

When I submitted my exam to Miss Vitug, I was even ashamed to show my face to her, as I know I will end up to have the lowest mark on that exam . I forgot to mention my batch is a is very competitive group, 3/4 of the class graduated valedictorian in high school, all the rest are salutatorians, honorable mentions and a few who just graduated and the name never mention except during the distribution of the high school diploma who were just very lucky to get into the program.

Ah exam is over after the major subjects is finished because we will have a one week vacation and I can spend it all day watching television and doing virtually nothing. Two weeks passed, and back to Miss Vitugs Systematics class, everyone is nervous about the results of the exam lo and behold she is giving the exams according to the results, calling the first who got the highest score. Its like a walk of fame and shame. Fame if you happen to score high and shame if you are at the bottom list.

The people she called first was seemingly expected but I got the surprise of my life, when she called my name on the middle of the bunch. Mind you on the middle not on the bottom list.+
Was it some sort of a miracle? I said to myself, indeed it was a miracle because I passed the exam and the essay I wrote contributed to my success as she gave a perfect score to it and added additional points that tip off the balance for me to pass the exam.

One of my boisterous classmate Julius Perida announced by shouting "Wow, Paul na-perfect mo essay question ni Miss Vitug" (wow, Paul's perfected Miss Vitug's essay), to me it was like getting the highest score, because never in the history of all the quizzes, long test and mid-term exam Miss Vitug ever gave a perfect score to an essay, let alone giving another few points as bonus points for a job well done. I kept that test results for a long time its a testament of a little miracle for me in my under graduate years. Its a reminder for me not to panic in desperate times, not even during examinations. Sometimes wits and talent might save the day, though not very often.

I want to share another essay to you by another lucky student: This is very timely as its almost ALL SAINTS DAY

The following is supposedly an actual question given on University ofWashington chemistry mid-term. The answer by one student was so"profound" that the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well.

Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic(absorbs heat)?
Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law(gas cools when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant.






One student, however, wrote the following:First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at which they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave, therefore, no souls are leaving. As for how many souls are entering Hell, let's look at the different religions that exist in the world today. Most of these religions state if you are not a member of their religion, you will goto Hell. Since there is more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell.

With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially. Now, we look at the rate ofchange of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand proportionately as souls are added. This gives two possibilities:

1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.






2. If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over. So which is it?






If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa during my Freshman Year that, "it will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you,"and take into account the fact that I slept with her last night, then number 2 must be true, and thus I am sure Hell is exothermic and has already frozen over.






The corollary of this theory is that since Hell has frozen, it follows that it is not accepting any more souls and is therefore, extinct...leaving only Heaven, thereby proving the existence of a divine being,which explains why, last night, Teresa kept shouting "Oh my God."





THIS STUDENT RECEIVED THE ONLY "A"
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