Even though I don’t think an ouster of President Macapagal-Arroyo will benefit the country, I find the machinations taken by her administration against these rights abominable and troubling (i.e., the implementation of Proclamation 1017, Calibrated Preemptive Response, and the use of the Marcos-era “No Rally No Permit” law). There is an incongruence between these acts and Press Secretary Ignacio Bunye’s claim that

“President Arroyo has worked steadfastly to preserve democracy in the Philippines… The only threat to democracy comes from those who don’t respect the Constitution… I think all members of our media community can attest to the fact that press freedom is alive and well in the Philippines. We have a press that is far too active and aggressive to allow any institution or individual to stifle their reporting. The President is committed to maintaining that press freedom.”

Bunye released that statement in response to a New York Times editorial criticizing the president for her “increasingly authoritarian tendencies,” and all I could think about was how much his spin-doctoring reminded me of Newspeak in George Orwell’s novel 1984. I even went to the trouble of seeking out a Newspeak dictionary to help me express myself. (It didn’t help that the country has only recently recovered from Pinoy Big Brother-itis.)

The novel’s protagonist Winston wrote (in his diary, which was illegal): “Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two equals four. If that is granted, all else follows.” The PCIJ blog has celebrated its first anniversary, and among its milestones are a TRO, libel suits, and being monitored for posting allegedly seditious material. I think these are attempts at chilling media criticism of the administration (they smack of Crimethink! Implement crimestop speedwise!) and thus shortcircuit why we guarantee speech and press freedom at all.

I think my four years’ education at the College of Mass Communication has, at the very least, instilled in me a deep respect for the freedoms guaranteed the people by the current Constitutional Bill of Rights. I re-read it recently for my thesis and it surprised me to find that the freedoms of speech and press are guaranteed in the same article (3 Sec. 4) as the “right of the people peaceably to assemble and petition the government for redress of grievances.” It strikes me that these inalienable rights were given as a means of combating the authoritarian tendencies inherent in governments.

If you’ve been following this online journal of mine for the past five years, you may have noticed that politics-related posts make up an extremely small percentage of what I write here. As a former Political Science student, I avoided making such posts because I didn’t want to come home from studying politics in school only to keep writing about it in my personal space on the Internet. I suppose that it might have been better for my graduate course work in Journalism if I had done more than a few posts about isolated newsworthy incidents (like EDSA Dos, EDSA Tres, and the Oakwood mutiny, as well as my own rally fatigue), but I never really considered political commentary my forte. Thus this site has largely been an exercise in navel-gazing. Please forgive me for not exercising my right to write about Philippine society more often.

Tags: Philippine politics, Newspeak

Back in the early 1980’s my family lived in Angeles City, Pampanga. The US Air Force bases in the area aired American series on a local channel, and the cartoon series Jem was part of my staple diet of pop culture. The title character led a dual life. As Jerrica Benton, she was the CEO of Starlight Music, a record company; as Jem, she was the pink-haired lead singer of Jem and the Holograms, a pop band. The rival band, called the Misfits, played a combination of punk and glam rock. Since 80’s music was not my parents’ style and they didn’t like Madonna, my first exposure to pop music came from this cartoon.

That early pattern of exposure to music through television continued and even accelerated when we moved to Metro Manila and I started watching That’s Entertainment, a locally-produced variety show where groups of young people were groomed for eventual starring roles by weekly acting and song-and-dance numbers. When my family subscribed to cable TV some years later, MTV started dictating the rhythm of my week: weekday mornings were Most Wanted request mornings, and Saturdays heralded the week’s Top 20 countdown.

I tired of MTV when I went to college, but learned to download music off peer-to-peer networks like Kazaa whenever I heard a song I liked on TV shows. Currently, I’ve downloaded a lot of songs featured on Smallville, Alias, One Tree Hill, and The O.C.. I’ve even added songs from commercials to my growing mp3 collection; Lacoste and iPod commercials are both great contributors.

TV has definitely influenced my exposure to and experience in music. There have been songs I didn’t like when I first heard them on the radio, but upon seeing them in the visual context provided by TV I appreciated them more. I’m more of a visual rather than an aural person, but then I suppose that’s just a symptom of my time.

Tags: Music, Television, Marshall McLuhan

“Your real life is only just beginning”: that’s what they say to everyone at the graduation ceremonies, honor society induction ceremonies, batch parties, what-have-you. I’ve been through the whole shebang once and am probably a bit jaded about this sort of rhetoric, which I heard again yesterday when my sister was inducted into the local chapter of the Honor Society of Phi Kappa Phi. This morning, the high school graduates (in their white togas and mortarboards) holding their commencement exercises at the University Theater were probably about to hear the same thing, too.

It’s taken me a year to complete my thesis, but I’m handing in the final hardbound copies to my college on Friday, God willing. Now’s the hard part: what’s next? I am officially, and most definitely, a bum.

Before you say “You can go back to school and get a Ph.D.!” I will have to say that there is no way in hell that I will put myself through, uh, thesis hell again to earn a Ph.D. Strike it out. It’s not an option.

I could probably luxuriate in my newfound idleness until my parents kick me out onto the street — AKA never — but that wouldn’t be fair to them. Why in the world did they put me through so much school if I won’t try to make something of myself using what I’ve learned?

So, all the successful people I know have jobs. (Gee, I wonder why? Hehehe.) It’s time for me to find myself one soon. Maybe after my Boracay trip in two weeks. Or maybe in June? I’ve never held down a job before and I haven’t lived my life by a strict schedule since my last class in graduate school. (My poor longsuffering thesis adviser can attest to the “lack of a strict schedule” part). It’s going to be an adjustment. This is the end of an era, and the beginning of a new one in my life. And the worst part will be… NO MORE SUMMER BREAK. FOREVER.

Tags: Graduation, University

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“Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is its vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished, as the once vital voice of the verisimilitude now venerates what they once vilified. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, and so it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.”

Thus the terroristic protagonist (Hugo Weaving) of V for Vendetta introduces himself, to which Evey (Natalie Portman) replies, “Are you like a crazy person?”

My sister and I went to see this film last night due to its months of hype, fabulous poster artwork, and of course, Natalie Portman in a non-Star Wars film for the first time in years. Ü It was a fun cinematic romp (it really looked like a graphic novel come to life) that also offered some philosophical questions. For me the main questions were: Who decides what labels we place on people? What are the right methods to bring social problems to the public’s attention, if normal means like voting and voicing dissenting opinion are no longer options, a la George Orwell’s 1984? V uses bloody assassinations and an armed takeover of a television station to make people pay attention to what he has to say, and in the end he manage to rouse the people of Britain to overthrow their government. (This overthrow is successful because the Hydra’s head has already been lopped off, but I digress…) This comes amid a general outburst of lawbreaking, supposedly a reaction against the heavy-handed oppression.

Dominic: “We’re under siege here. The whole city’s gone mad!”
Finch: “This is exactly what he [V] wants.”
Dominic: “What?”
Finch: “Chaos.”

It is often assumed to be a messy business to determine what actions that may be labeled “terrorist,” as actions that could be classified under that label have indirectly contributed to liberty’s cause (the Boston Tea Party is one often-cited example). People’s sympathies can be won using actions that harm or kill people — by a charismatic, well-read and well-spoken leader such as V, and by a slick argument that presents violence as the only option left against a totally evil government.

But does the end justify the means? What determines right and wrong? Is it popular opinion, which can be swayed by demagogues? Is it the country’s law, which can be perverted by lawmakers with vested interests? Is it personal morality, which amounts to anarchy and chaos? Or is it a higher law that respects the sanctity of life and liberty?

Happy endings like that of V for Vendetta are what only celluloid can deliver. The fade-to-black tells us “And they all lived happily ever after,” but effectively avoids having to show us how.

(V for Vendetta quotes from IMDB.com)

Tags: V for Vendetta, Movies

Summer is here and the sun (AKA the Yellow Face, according to Gollum) has turned its merciless glare upon the tropics. I find myself, like Gollum, hiding from it as often as possible. This probably explains my veal-like appearance these days, but I have a feeling my choices are either that or the crispy fried chicken look. Under this kind of sun there isn’t much of a middle ground.

Early mornings are my favorite part of a summer day. For some strange reason my body won’t stay asleep when the sun rises, so I find myself getting up at 7:30a.m. at the latest. (In December I can usually stay in bed until 9a.m.) At that time of the day the sun is up but the ambient temperature is still around the mid-20 degrees Celsius and it’s just perfect for stepping out of the house to do some running. Not that I have gone out to run at that time, but I’d like to. Ü

If this were as hot as it’s going to get the entire season, I don’t think I’d have a problem with staying in the shade during the midday. Unfortunately, it’s been said that Holy Week falls on the hottest week of the summer, and that isn’t for another three weeks. My mom has scheduled a beach holiday for the family the following week in sunny, hot Boracay, so it’s a safe bet that by the end of April I’m going to have the crispy fried chicken look. Damn you, Yellow Face! But I would rather my skin burn and crack in the Sahara instead of my digits freezing off (literally) in an Antarctic wasteland.

Tags: Summer, Vacation

While I’ve been slaving away at school, my other batchmates and classmates from high school have taken divergent career paths. One is a local media personality and host, one works for a bigtime local film production company, one is a freelance photographer, some work in call centers, and a number have emigrated to first-world countries in search of a better life. Some of them I’ve completely lost track of, but most of them I can still talk to on Yahoo! Messenger or over cellphone text messages. Periodically we who are still living in the Philippines have parties where we talk about weight lost and gained (this is targeted specifically at the girls!), discuss what we’re currently up to, and catch up on news about the ones who couldn’t make the gathering.

Recently at one of these gatherings, I found out that one of my friends is getting married. (Actually, since it’s the 13th of March, she’s already married.) We all duly sent our greetings and wishes her way, but for me it was a major shock. “Has it been that long?” I found myself thinking that night.

Yes, it has. In a year it’ll be ten years since I graduated from high school. Hopefully I will have successfully defended my thesis, earned my master’s degree, found a job and a livelihood, and have made something of myself. I seriously haven’t known a different kind of life and it’ll be interesting to see what the future holds for me.

Matrimony, though… The subject was seriously broached by Aunt T two weeks ago and I’ve been trying to dodge it ever since. I suppose a woman in her early to mid-twenties is considered marriageable in this society. I would hate to settle at this age, though; I feel as if I haven’t done anything yet, and I know that there’s more to life than setting up house and bearing children.

I keep thinking that I’ve been waiting for my life to start, not realizing that it’s already happening around me. This is my life right now: thesis, searching for a God-given purpose and goal, finding myself. I suppose I’ve been living a prolonged childhood and adolescence regardless of my academic work, and I feel like I haven’t come into my own yet. I’m going to have to make things happen, make the transition from professional student to — I haven’t even seriously considered what I’ll be doing after this.

Tags: Graduation, University

The news all over the celebrity mags and shows is Jessica Alba‘s legal threat against Playboy magazine. The adult publication put a picture of her on the cover even after she refused to appear in the magazine. Alba’s argument is that the Playboy cover misleads readers to believe she allowed her image to appear in the magazine and that she appears nude inside the magazine; Playboy argues that many celebrities have appeared on the magazine without taking their clothes off. Personally I think it was a sleazy thing of Playboy to do — but then again what do you expect from a magazine that uses flesh to sell itself?

I do wonder, though, what Miss Alba’s reaction would be to her image appearing on the packaging for a pair of socks from China:

Hey, at least it doesn’t mislead people into thinking she appears deshabille on the socks. Ü

Tags: Jessica Alba, celebrities

Perhaps you might know that I’ve been trying to complete my thesis over the past year or so. Borne out of my innate indolence it’s taken me much longer than it rightly should have and I’m afraid I think it’s not as thorough and as excellent as any graduate thesis should be. Now, it’s come down to the wire and I’m supposed to find out whether it’s at all defensible.

I’ve been dealing with the stress in various ways. I’ve alternately shirked thesis work and pulled all-nighters, and I’ve been consuming books like a college spring-breaker doing tequila shots: slamming them down one after another. I devoured C.S. Lewis’s Space Trilogy (Out of the Silent Planet, Perelandra, That Hideous Strength), Jane Austen’s novels (yes, all six of them), and now I’m working on a stack of Agatha Christie murder mystery novels that I paid P40 for each. I really wish I could put all this effort into thesis work instead of play, which is what reading fiction is to me.

Unfortunately I’m singing this lament too late. My adviser is supposed to get back to me on whether I can now go out and look for my firing squad — er, I mean, my thesis panel. I just want to curl up on my bed and cry. Oh, the suspense!

For this morning’s exercise, I ran laps around UP Diliman‘s Academic Oval. There’s really nothing better to calm your mind while working out like a empty avenue with trees curving overhead, sheltering you from the beating of the midmorning sun. The complete (well, nearly complete) absence of motorized vehicles going around the Oval also furthered my feelings of tranquility.

When I decided to dash the final 200 meters to my car (yes, I drive to UP just to jog), I was overwhelmed by a feeling of accomplishment. And then, I was accosted by two street kids. “Ate, pahingi naman ng barya (Please spare me some change, Big Sister),” one of them said in a low voice. I was still a little out of breath from the sprint, but I managed to say that I didn’t have any on me. This was true: I was only carrying car keys, and my running shorts had no pockets. I did a quad stretch, and then a hamstring stretch, but neither kid went away. One kid said to the other, “Bago pa ang kotse nya (Her car is still new).” I hadn’t opened any of the doors of my 1994 Lancer and was only leaning against it. I said to them, slightly irritated, “Paano kung ‘di ko kotse to? (What if this isn’t my car?)” And then I walked away.

I was planning to make a circuit around one building, then double back and see if the kids had left the car’s vicinity. That route took me past two enforcers of the University’s carless oval policy. Earlier during my run I had begun to wonder how long the University was planning to keep the Oval barricaded to cars. While the Oval has been closed to cars on Sundays for the past two or three years, the 24/7 closure had started during this year’s UP Fair, was extended through the university’s Fitness Week, and it had been maintained even after the coup scare and rallying from last week until early this week. I decided to approach the enforcers.

“Excuse me po. Gaano katagal po itong Carless Oval? (When will the Carless Oval policy end?)” I asked them. One of them replied, “‘Di po namin alam e. (We don’t know, miss.)” I thanked them and returned to my car, the kids no longer in sight.

Earlier this week I had to check UPCAT results on campus, and I couldn’t park anywhere near the place they were displayed because the Oval was barricaded. A main parking lot had been closed off to cars because of the barricades, and alternative parking spaces on the streets and on vacant lots were all occupied. I was forced to park across the Oval in one of the side streets and hoof it. Also, because the University’s main thoroughfare is the Oval, all the traffic that used to pass through it has been diverted to the much smaller side streets. During rush hour it’s hell to pass through the campus, which had only before been troubled by parking jams during the yearly UPCAT weekend in August.

I’m not sure if the indefinite Carless Oval is a good thing or a bad thing. For sure, though, it’s going to encourage a lot more walking.

Tags: University of the Philippines