Driving through Manila takes a special skill and tenacity. We all complain about traffic. Coming from LA, I thought the 405 took the record of most unbearable traffic jam. After driving in Manila for a while, the drive always ends with a prayer for a miracle.
This is a…
I will be forever thankful if this happens. Magiging tourist attraction pa ang EDSA.
By Conrado de Quiros Philippine Daily Inquirer First Posted 00:17:00 03/28/2011
FRANKLY, I can’t understand why so tame a thing as the RH bill—it’s pro-contraceptives, not pro-abortion—should face rough sailing in this country. It’s a testament to backwardness. There and then you see why this country has turned from being next only to Japan in potential after the War to being next only to Burma in benightedness today.
The mind tricks are particularly remarkable. Those opposed to the bill of course call themselves “pro-life,” which by implication suggests that those who favor contraceptives are pro-death. Half the time, it’s not just a suggestion, it’s an open accusation. People who endorse or use contraceptives, the “pro-lifers” argue, are killing the unborn child. You might as well light candles to the dead children who met their fate at the hands of these murderers.
What arrant nonsense. In fact the opposite is true. It’s those who support the RH bill that embrace life, it’s those who oppose it that espouse death. It’s those who believe that with much pleasure, as with much power, comes much responsibility that embrace life and those who oppose it that espouse death.
RH is life in every respect. It is so in particular in a couple of ways.
It is about physical life, or the quality of it. To begin with, those opposing it have yet to show the difference between withdrawal and contraceptives to justify the depiction of contraceptives as killing, or aborting, life. What in God’s name—for those who want to invoke it—is the difference between those two methods of preventing a sperm and an egg from getting to know each other while in the throes of one of the most joyous human activities on earth?
Why should the act of deliberately scattering away seed on barren ground (such as you can describe the messy contortions of withdrawal with this Biblical metaphor) be beloved of God and the bursting of rampaging flood into an unbreakable dam (such as you can describe using a condom) not so? I can imagine that the disposing of the rubber in garbage heaps, which add to the non-biodegradable items there, cannot be beloved of the environmentalists, but that’s another story.
RH asks that you use contraceptives so you can have babies only when you want to. That is being responsible, that is being human, that is being—if you are a Christian, devout or not—God-fearing. The notion that the potential baby-making effects of sex may not be interfered with in any way is crazy. The rosy image of a couple carrying out the divine mission of going about increasing God’s tribe is not exactly the best way to describe the couplings that take place in this country. Half the time, the offspring spring forth from a cop or politician coming home reeking of gin or cognac and demanding sex as a manorial or patriarchal right, and whacking away without pity, without feeling and without thought of consequence bahala na si Batman, leave everything to tomorrow. Or probably with the very thought, or hope, of producing issue, however the gin or cognac has soured the seed, because to not be able to do so is to be teased to death about having a leaky pipe or to suffer comparison with the other guy who has cast his virility in iron by fathering a tribe.
RH demands that you produce a child with love, with laughter and with the ability to give him a life other than sleeping the sleep of the damned in sidewalks with the vapors of glue or cough syrup seeping from his mouth. That is being concerned with life. That is being passionate about life. That is being pro life.
RH is also about spiritual life, or the essence of it.
At the very least, it is about the life of reason. The Church’s strenuous opposition to the RH bill, along with not altogether vague allusions to where the faithful are headed in the afterlife should they be faithless in this regard, must suggest that we haven’t really advanced all that far from Jose Rizal’s time. We still have to contend with the friars and their teachings that the sun revolves around the earth, that the faithful are loved by God when they are docile and obedient and do not think, that they, the friars, are God’s appointed representatives on earth, God himself being despotic, petty and jealous. We still have to contend with a culture, or thinking, that is so abortive of thought, so abortive of freedom, so abortive of life.
At the very most it is about feeling alive. It is about the joys of love. Or sex, when done not out of desperate need or niggling obligation but out of boundless affection. Hell, when done with laughter and ecstasy. In the end it’s really about two different views of sex.
The one sees it as pretty much a forlorn thing, the product of frailty, Adam and Eve having been cast away from Eden. Or a temptation devoutly to be avoided, a thing though that priests and bishops can’t seem to do, or else they are closet subscribers to Oscar Wilde’s proposition that the best way to resist temptation is to yield to it. Or it is a thing so forbidden, so wrapped up in taboo, it can be broken or trespassed only with the requisite ritual sanctions, chief of them marriage and the intervention/intercession/participation of the Church. Half the time, the latter carries to literal, or absurd, lengths, Christ’s remark that, “Whenever two or three are gathered in my name, there I am in the midst of them.” Jesus, man, give the couple some privacy.
The other sees it as a joyous thing, the product of the togetherness or closeness or oneness of two people and their desire to express that feeling to each other. Without having to play Russian roulette with their lives, hoping they’ll keep drawing blanks each time they shoot a seed into a womb in lieu of sending a bullet into a brain. That is hallelujah. That is life.
…about deadlines, unreasonable demands, making ends meet, et cetera.
For the past few weeks, I realize that I have complained a lot, and it’s not just about schoolwork too. I’ve ranted in a lot of ways, here in Tumblr, verbally, and visually (yup).
It’s time to make myself stop whining and start doing something about those demands. You know those times when you consistently think a demand is unfair, and you constantly tell your friends and your family how unfair it is? Well, I’ve done that a lot.
To be fair to myself, I’m not alone in this. I know a lot of people who do this too. We complain to each other and we whine and we backstab professors (hehe). I think our teachers know about it. One of them even scolded us and called us “wimps”.
I was offended, but it was more of a wake-up call than an offense.
So it’s time to suck it up, and grow some proverbial balls.
I downloaded Mystery Case Files (torrent, cuz I’m broke) Ravenhearst today, because I thought it would take so long to take, just in time for the start of vacation. Then I was surprised because it has finished downloading already… and before I knew it, it’s already right in front of me, on my desktop!
NOOOOOO!!! Arch 27 exams! Arch 7 Final Proj!!! Must pass this!
Is getting into University of the Philippines equivalent to getting into an Ivy League?
No. I think they consider extra curricular, academic, and permanent records in Ivy Leagues. In UP, just a small portion of the high school grades are considered, and of course, your UPCAT… It’s much much harder to get into an Ivy League school.
But what makes UP one of the best schools is that it provides quality education for less than half the price of Ivy League schools.
…that is if they don’t bully our budget anymore. :)
…when the Big Guy grants me the opportunity to have groupmates whom I am friends with.
25% of our work time is spent laughing our asses off at each other. The other 75% goes to serious work.
This is coming from someone who has experienced groupmates and partners who were just major losers (as in they were a VERY BIG PAIN IN THE ASS). Second year first sem was a pain, because I didn’t really know anyone and I got stuck with the worst groupmates.
It feels really good to be able to work with people who get along with you. The outcome is much more fulfilling, even if the critics are harsh. I am very thankful to the Powers for blessing me with classes and classmates who see the same goal as I do.
As of now, we are halfway finished with our hospital design plate. We are very grateful for having professors who constantly nag us with neverending (yet very helpful) lectures, classmates who keep us grounded, and a doctor-partner who is very supportive… and who treats us with 150-peso ice cream sundaes (EACH!) and Shakey’s pizzas.
If the people I am working with are not as awesome as they are, I think I might get an aneurysm at the end of the sem.