Don’t know what to do with those computers, printers, fax machines, and other office equipment which don’t work anymore?
Clear your office clutter with SM’s Recycling Market, which happens every Friday and Saturday at the SM North EDSA from 8am to 2pm.
Not only do you free up some space, but you also get some pesos in exchange for your office junk. For example, corrugated carton picks up P5.00/kilo; soda bottles are priced at P1.00/pc; a CPU at P160.00 a piece; and clean PET bottles at P22 per kilo. Not bad for garbage.
A good friend, Christopher, emailed blast this price list [which looks like it was revived from a crumple]. If you’re interested, just post your comment here and I will email you the hi-resolution file.
When you take a closer look at your home or office, you will realize you have a lot of junk. Just have a garbage bag ready and you’ll see how much space can be freed for the more usable stuff.
Do you know anything about Masbate? Anything at all?
I grew up in the city proper (the town proper before it was declared a city), on Quezon St., studied at Amancio Aguilar Elementary School for my 1st and 2nd grades; transferred to Jose Zurbito Elementary School for my 3rd-6th grades. Both are public schools, which by natural selection, would extend my schooling to Masbate High School, also a public school. Today it’s called Masbate Comprehensive National High School (MNCHS). But I left in 1977 and came to Manila to continue my 3rd and 4th high school years. Nevertheless, I am an adopted alumna–I learned as we prepare for our 30th homecoming in 2009. I am happy I am still in.
Every time I am caught in an exchange of pleasantries, home towns an inevitable topic, I would always be asked: “Anong meron sa Masbate?” (”What’s in Masbate?”). Tough question, for me who hardly visits, nor kept very good memories of my childhood there. Thankfully, now that our batch is coming together for a reunion, my classmates would be a good help to refresh them.
Today, however, I have decided to tell you about cheese, sausage, coffee, saud (Masbateno for flea market), and Fazenda de Ezperanca.
First: Did you know that we have mozzarella cheese made in Masbate? I bet you didn’t know that. Yummy. They are made by drug rehab patients in Fazenda de Ezperanca–bet you didn’t know this either! My childhood best friend Ofel gave me a block of it, thanks to her. It’s the freshest you can get since I have no doubt it is made from fresh cow’s milk. Small wonder because Masbate is cattle country of the Philippines!
And then there’s the sausage–also made by the hands that till the land in Fazenda. Great with the mozzarella! Yummy! Yummy!
And then there’s Masbate Buffalo arabica coffee–completes an afternoon snack.
Second: Every Friday and Saturday of the week, there is what we call a saud, or flea market, where you can get all these, plus many more: dried fish, rice, vegetables. Merchants gather round the capitol and sell their wares to people from as far as the Bicol towns and some foreigners who just want to pick up some mozzarella cheese!
(Original photos by Ofel. Thanks to Mr. Willem for the pose.)
Third: Fazenda de Ezperanca is truly inspiring. I can’t help but borrow a video upload of a 7-minute AVP from YouTube. Thanks to the original author. I am proud this drug rehabilitation center is located in my home province, and is doing wonders changing lives for the better–and giving us mozzarella and sausage!
Fourth: But certainly not the least, here is another video upload of an AVP on Masbate and all its undiscovered beauty, “The Hidden Beauty of Masbate, Philippines,” uploaded originally by ladyarchi.
I don’t exactly remember how I met Susan and became a little closer to her than just listening from a distance in a folk bar or chancing upon her on a television show or hearing her name in some conversations with artists.
Oh, but I do recall that the first time I really spoke with her was when she shared some of her favorite music collections to my daughter, Diyosa, saying they would fit her voice and style.
And the friendship flourished, which I didn’t imagine to happen as I was only a fan of her compelling voice in that equally compelling women’s rights song, “Babae Ka!” And, much to my joy, she would indulge me with her rendition of my favorite Sergio Mendes’ “Hey, Look at the Sun” when I make a request at her gigs. Thank you, Susan.
Friends have put together a show for her, on 03 July 2008, Thursday, 6-9:30pm, at My Bro’s Mustache on Sct Lozano cor Sct Madrinan in Quezon City. You see, she was diagnosed with cancer of the ovary, stage 1. And friends can do no less–Lolita Carbon, Joey Ayala, Becky Demetillo, Lester Demetillo, Pete Lacaba, Chickoy Pura, Noel Cabangon, Bayang Barrios, Cooky Chua, Joel Saracho, Bagong Dugo, and one special guest–in a mini concert to help her fight it! “Habi at Himig,” her music album in CD will be on sale.
Make no mistake. Ms. Susan Fernandez is bubbly like always. Ah, Susan, babae kanga!
See you all!
It’s a no-smoking night at My Bro’s on July 3! Yahoo!!!
Pardon the giant music stand in front of her, the videographer just didn’t move around a bit to get a better view. Ah, next time, Diwata.
Albeit a fuller view of Diyosa, listen instead to her in this video upload her rendering of The Way I Am by Ingrid Michaelson. Her voice and playing might just interest you to listen to her on Monday, 16 June 2008 at Conspiracy Garden Cafe. She’ll start her two-set gig at 9:30pm.
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What fortune you have if you catch Noel Cabangon all fired up, for whatever reason he would be, at Conspiracy Garden Cafe in Quezon City–he stays on stage two hours straight and goes back after a very brief break for another hour, his performance level high every note of every song, his lyrics and melodies stir up your slumbering spirit or relaxes your mind, and his voice teasingly wakes up the romantic in you.
I had the luck to foot a short video of his “Simpleng Tao,” telling us how people live simply, each one choosing how to live it, with tools of the trade included. My free N95 (I learned this is what you get from being loyal to a Globe line) did an amazing job with this raw footage–thanks too to the steady hands of my son, Buhawi.
This video upload has permission. I always make sure to get one because I am a firm believer of propriety.
Noel, Noel, what gift you have. And the loyalty and faith you give to your craft up to this day is equaled by the loyalty and faith of your audience, even more. Small wonder they troop there every Wednesday. Three Wednesdays of absence is long–your European trip must have given you that fire.
People and places go together. Meeting them and visiting them add spice to my everyday working life. Thanks to my other hats as a lecturer and a “guest relations officer” or GRO!
I was in Pampanga early this week to talk about using multimedia in teaching. About 60 teachers of the Don Bosco Technical School were there, hopefully not bored with what I shared with them, and thankfully had fun actually playing a running game throughout the seminar called “A Bohol Getaway,” but that’s another story. Never mind–here’s how the game goes: bring a thing to Bohol and I will see if you can go with us. [The trick is you can go if you bring something that has a name that starts with the same letter as your name. ] They were actually quick to pick up the game.
To have a running game throughout a talk saves you and your audience from sleepiness [my talk was in the afternoon!]. It just does. But you have to be really sharp enough when and how to inject the game while you lecture.
I had much fun as they did, I think. Well, I thought they all had happy faces in this photograph.
Oh, and one more thing: always, always start your lecture with an expectation check. Doing so will help you tweak your talk a little bit. In my case, there was somewhat a miscommunication as the request they made was “use of multimedia in teaching” when in fact, they wanted to hear and learn “making multimedia.” I actually gave them a walk through on how to use Power Point to create their presentations. That basic.
Also, if you know a phrase or two in the dialect, endear them with a local hello or goodbye phrase. “Dakal salamat” ended my session. They were happy to know, I guess, that my mother hails from Bacolor, Pampanga. They felt at ease in an instant.
Well, the afternoon gave me a chance to pick some sisig in Aling Lucia’s Sisig at Clark Pampanga. It was authentic Kapampangan sisig, of course, not some sisig you get from bars in Manila that taste like fried bits of pork and liver than anything else. What makes sisig authentic? Pork is grilled first before it is mixed with the other ingredients as liver, brain [if available], onion, chili, etc.
And a chance to see Clark Pampanga too. But all SM Malls look the same. Perhaps provincial SM Malls should put more local stores. Thank goodness there was Aling Lucia’s Sisig. I didn’t find puto seko though.
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Christian and Muslim
Did you know that this Catholic priest (left) and a Muslim (right) together rang the bell for the first time in this bell tower at a parish in Payatas, Quezon City, on Nov 8, 2007? It is possible!
In the words of the wife of the man in the photo, also a Muslim: "When we see people gathered, we see them not anymore as Christians or Muslims. We see them all as children of the Almighty."
The Muslim couple donated the construction of this kampanaryo (bell tower).
