Profile of the Girl in Creative Writing Class Back in College

Profile of the Girl in Creative Writing Class Back in College

-She was pale, frail and sweet. She spoke softly and carefully.

-This girl was so shy, she had to stop talking a few times, and was told by the instructor to relax and breathe a little, to continue explaining her story to us.

-Her story was about this girl in a relationship. She’s being abused by this guy, husband? boyfriend? and the story isn’t really a story but more of a scene. It is about this girl, looking at the clock and thinking about what she’s going to do next. The clock is described in detail. It is a big old wooden clock, of the type with a swinging pendulum at the bottom.

-She described the bruises on the body of the girl. She described the girl as frail and pale. There were roses in the story as well, I don’t know how it was incorporated there. Overall the language was descriptive and melodramatic.

-Basically, the character in her story was her. No doubt about it.

-Before class one day, we got to talking. The instructor was late, and the class before us was having a test, and they extended their time. I don’t know how it was that she became so comfortable talking to me. These were real personal stuff she was sharing with me. How she doesn’t like her family, how she feels like an outsider, how they exclude her all the time. She still lives at home, and there is supposedly a lot of drama in the house. Their family, from what I gathered, is rich. Her greatest issue at that time was whether she would go with her family to vacation in Hong Kong.

-She told me growing up she had a lot of physical problems. I think we bonded over the discovery that we both have asthma. She also has allergies, like me. But her biggest physical issue was her scoliosis. It’s no longer that visible, but it was really bad when she was younger. She told me she had to wear this brace for her spine, and that it was awful and made her feel bad.

-Beyond that, we never talked much again. A few hi’s and hello’s, catching up to the latest assignments before that little sliver of time before class, and that was it. We never met again after that semester. I can’t even remember her name now. Not much of her physical attributes. She was fine-featured, short and petite, really pale, so pale that I could see the blue veins on her wrists, she’s also pale because her parents don’t let her engage in much physical activities outside in the sun, one time she showed up with red blotches on her arms and face because of allergies, she had short black hair.

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Some Thoughts on the Marcos Clandestine Burial Issue

Some Thoughts on the Marcos Clandestine Burial Issue

-Morally speaking, he shouldn’t have been allowed to be buried in Philippine soil.

-But legally speaking, because he was President, and for a very long time too, he deserves to be buried in the Libingan ng Mga Bayani.

-Morals and law contradict.

-Jose Maria Sison said: it is not a Libingan ng Mga Bayani, it is a Libingan ng Mga Reaksyunaryo.

-I agree with Sison. Most of the state officials buried there followed policies that were anti-democratic and probably themselves were highly involved in the human rights violations that happened, not just during the Martial Law Period, but throughout the history of the country.

-So, this is just the State appropriating for itself the concept of what a ‘hero’ is. Anti-government agitators for example, who were heroic, I doubt would be allowed (and would even want) to be buried there. It’s all military and state bureaucrats. It’s a right-wing cemetery, full of right-wing decaying organic once-alive human matter.

-So what does it matter then that the biggest reactionary and human rights violator of them all would be buried there?

-But there may be actual heroes in that cemetery, ones that did not engage in human rights violations and did not support policies which allowed for the violation of human rights. Who knows.

-A much much bigger issue is the power that the Marcoses and the other political dynasties continue to hold in this country. This has been the the bane of the country for the longest time. The wealth that should have been spent for economic and social development were funneled into the personal coffers of the Marcoses and their cronies. Taxpayer money is still being clandestinely siphoned into the personal coffers of the various political dynasties. These people are still alive. These people should be made to account. These are the ones that the living should be chasing.

-There should be constant updates and news about progress on the recovery of the wealth, which amounted to more than one hundred billion pesos, that were stolen during the Marcos regime.

-People should be shown the luxuries that the Marcoses and their cronies, and the political dynasties enjoyed, or are currently enjoying, while the country mostly remains poor.

-I have often seen how the poor and the middle class defend Marcos, saying that he did all these projects, that the streets were safer then, etc.. The irony of a thief being praised by those whom he stole money from.

-The money used to build these government projects came from the taxpayers, or were borrowed from international banks which would be later on repaid with interest, again of course, by the taxpayers.

-Some of these poor and middle class defenders of the dead multi-billionaire thief say that the streets were safer then. That they felt safe, and that’s all that matters.

-This is a narrow-minded sort of thinking. It’s how sheep and followers think. They think in terms of safety and comfort.

-While they felt safe, others didn’t. The constant poverty and hunger, while the rich and powerful led luxurious lives in their mansions, drove thousands of people to join anti-government movements like the Moro National Liberation Front, and the Communist Party of the Philippines. There were pockets of brutality scattered all throughout the country, but mostly concentrated on Muslim Mindanao and the rural areas.

-It was not a safe time at all.

-The Philippine Constabulary could barge into homes and arrest suspected communist and communist sympathizers. And then what could the families of the accused do? Could they protest, and be further subjected to state terror through the police and the military?

-These people did not feel safe.

-Defenders of Marcos now would then say: these anti-government students and activists deserved it, that these protesters who were tortured and killed deserved it, for what? For their safety of course.

-Again, the mentality of the sheep and follower. Unquestioning obedience, seeker of safety and comfort no matter the cost.

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The First New Apostle

Mother Mary appeared to him in a dream.

She said, ‘Restituto, I want you to fight for women’s reproductive health.”

The mother of our Lord’s clothes were shimmering, like the material was made of some sort of bright colored metal. Her expression wasn’t the usual kindly one depicted in countless paintings and statuettes, but more of what they call a ‘resting bitch face.’ She looked beautiful and grace-filled nonetheless.

“But Padre Herminigildo said in that seminar that the RH Bill is evil, that …”

“It’s not evil.”

“He said that it’s a way for the New World Order to impose population control on the struggling Third World.”

“Listen -”

“Padre Herminigildo studied this, and read all the books. He not only consulted religious books but scientific and economic books as well.”

“Restituto -”

“Also, God said in Genesis -”

“Shut the fuck up Restituto.” The Lord’s mom’s eyes were glaring at him now. Not even a hint of kindness in them.

She said, “Don’t ever quote scripture on me you little fucker.”

Restituto fell down on his knees, eyes upon her and begged for forgiveness. Is this a dream? But I know that I’m in a dream. Does knowledge of the dream invalidate the dream? Did I drink too much again? Why can’t I wake up?

“I’m not letting you wake up until you agree with me,” Mother Mary said. Then she slowly floated down to where the supplicating man was.

Warmth and joy emanated from his heart and spread throughout his body, to his scalp and the ends of his limbs. Restituto’s tear-filled eyes gazed upon the Mother of Our Lord as she descended.

Mother Mary stood in front of him, laid a callused hand on his shoulder, “Listen to me,” she said, then started punching.

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Ramon Bong Revilla Jr Captured by Bad Guys

The bad guys have managed to capture Ramon Bong Revilla Jr. They tied up his arms then they tied him to a chair. They beat him up several times but he was just too strong mentally. They couldn’t get the information they wanted from him. They asked him all sorts of questions like where the money is, where the girl they have been looking for is, but he would just reply with something witty and insulting at the same time. Then he started talking about how he’s going to kill them all one by one. It was a long boring harangue, completely unbecoming of a main protagonist. The bad guys got bored with this so they gagged him with a dirty piece of rag then left him alone in the dark.

In the darkness of the room, Ramon Bong Revilla Jr. thought about the leading lady. She is a mestiza, the daughter of an American businessman father and a Filipina mother. Somehow due to sad circumstances, they had to leave their cushy life in the US and move into the Philippines, in the province. It seems her father was involved in some scheme that went awry, and the problem was that the failed scheme was on borrowed money. The creditors then went after him. Somehow they managed to hide for years in the province. She finished high school and college. She became a kindergarten teacher. The students and her co-workers loved her. She loved eating bananacue after teaching, and it was there in the bananacue stand that they met.

She told him to fuck off. “I’m eating here,” she said.

But Ramon Bong Revilla Jr. was persistent. He sent her flowers through her students. He thought it was cute. She thought it was stupid. He sent her chocolates. She thought it was a waste of money, and could you please stop using my students to do stupid shit for you.

Ramon Bong Revilla Jr.’s friends in the police station commiserated, and they went out one night to drink and sing the karaoke. But then they had an altercation with the guys next to them in the beer house. Shots were fired, punches thrown. In the end, ten people died. Five police, five non-police. The death of several of his ka-barkadas made Ramon Bong Revilla Jr. mopey for a bit. In the shooting range, he’s not the number one sharpshooter anymore. His temper became shorter and he started showing up to the police station disheveled and smelling of hard liquor.

Maybe that’s why the bad guys captured Ramon Bong Revilla Jr. Besides no longer caring about being the number one sharpshooter in the precinct, he also no longer took care of his health. He stopped lifting weights, he began eating more salty and sweet food. He stopped combing his hair and brushing his teeth. Being single and living alone, with not even a pet for company, only the bright screen of his massive LCD TV, he just lapsed into this dark mental state. In six month’s time, he managed to gain five kilograms. No one was there to help him. Not the girl he loves, not his police chief, not the local priest who was his high school buddy.

One of the bad guys enters the room. He turns on the lights. He removes the gag and starts spoon-feeding Ramon Bong Revilla Jr. The bad guy’s name is Jeric. He has just graduated from high school. He is working as a houseboy in the kidnapping house of the bad guys. The pay isn’t bad and the work isn’t that hard. He has day-offs during Sundays. He sends the money he earns to his parents in the province. Last night he wrote to his mother: Mother I am alright, please do not worry about me. How are my younger brothers and sisters? How is our beloved dog Bantay and our beloved carabao Lando? I hope you are all in the best of health. I hope father has stopped drinking Tanduay so much. I worry for his health. Work has been okay. I will be sending money next week. Your beloved son, Jeric.

After writing, he folded the yellowpaper so that it would fit into an envelope. He placed it in one of the drawers of his study table. After praying, he then went to sleep.

This latest person his bosses have brought to the house seems familiar to Jeric. Has he seen him somewhere? Maybe he’s somebody famous? He is eating a lot though, and Jeric could barely keep up spooning food into the person’s mouth. Jeric was taught how to cook by his mother who runs a small eatery back home in the province. As a young boy he was always at his mother’s side. So much so that the children his age called him names like ‘gay’ or ‘faggot’ and other similar hurtful words. Oftentimes he would come home crying and covered in bruises. His mother would then comfort him and tell him that those other children are just envious of how conscientious, kind and loving he is.

All the time that he’s being fed by Jeric, Ramon Bong Revilla Jr. has been biding his time. He has earlier managed to free his hands. It is a testament to how careless this bad guy is that he did not check his restraints, he thinks to himself. After having had his fill he decides to act.

Jeric finishes spoon-feeding Ramon Bong Revilla Jr. As he turns around to proceed to the kitchen to then wash the dishes, Ramon Bong Revilla Jr. wraps his huge powerful hands around Jeric’s neck. Jeric struggles, he tries to breathe, he tries to prise the hands of Ramon Bong Revilla Jr. but fails. His last thoughts were about home and his mother, his younger siblings and his drunkard father.

His feet still tied to the chair’s legs, Ramon Bong Revilla Jr. has fallen over the dead body of Jeric. The exertion has left him covered in sweat. He is breathing heavily. He looks at the bad guy he has just killed and smiles. One down several more to go, he says to himself. Just then a couple of guards enter the room. Unable to free his legs in time, Ramon Bong Revilla Jr. is beaten into a hamburger meat consistency and is then left unconscious with the body of Jeric in the dark room.

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Laptop Review: Lenovo Ideapad 100S 14IBR 80R9002KMJ

— Lenovo Ideapad 100S 14IBR 80R9002KMJ —

4GB RAM

128 GB SSD

CPU: Intel Celeron CPU N3050 @ 2.16GHz

GPU: Mesa DRI Intel(R) HD Graphics (Cherryview)

Price: 16,995 PHP (364.118 USD)

Location: Philippines

Date purchased: July 2016

— review —

It’s made of plastic. It’s thin and light. It’s colored red. Screen is 14 inch HD. Plays 720p and 1080p videos great.

On Windows, the battery, with simple usage of browsing and word processing and watching movies etc. came to around four hours.

Speakers are located at the bottom front of the laptop. It’s not bad, but I wouldn’t listen to music for pleasure with it. For basic listening purposes, it’s fine. It’s loud, voices come out clear.

Ports: one HDMI, three USB ports, one audio output.

It has an SSD, but only 128 Gigs. But it’s more than enough for my needs. This is my very first SSD laptop, so very excited and real satisfied with the performance. It’s really fast.

I am not a fan of the keyboard. It’s a chiclet/island-type, flexes a bit in the middle when you type too hard and too fast. Which is why I’m typing this using a USB Keyboard (some old A4 tech I’ve had for four or more years).

Laptop came with Windows 10. Had Kingsoft instead of Microsoft Office in it. Lots of pre-installed unnecessary software. Windows 10 used a lot of data. Even with the tweaks and configurations I followed from googled articles and how-to’s, I still couldn’t stop it using so much. Used the laptop for two weeks before deciding to dual-boot with Linux.

I used a Live CD to test Linux in it. Everything worked fine except for the wifi which I learned I had to download some more stuff for it to work.

I disabled the UEFI and enabled Legacy settings in the BIOS.

When I finally decided to install, the installer wouldn’t ‘see’ the already installed Windows OS. Mulled this over for three days, until the shittiness of the Windows OS experience propelled me to just single-boot Linux Mint.

Installation was fast. Curiously, when the installed Linux Mint OS booted up, wifi worked out of the box.

Installed Linux Mint Sarah with Mate as Desktop Environment in it, and it is the fastest laptop I’ve used so far. 1080p videos do not lag, Chromium can open like fifteen or so tabs before slowing down. Libreoffice loads in a snap.

Tried Cinnamon in it, but it feels sluggish compared to Mate.

— conclusion —

Overall very satisfied with this laptop. I was surprised at how cheap it was for its specs (128 Gigs SSD, 4 Gigs RAM). I think I lucked out when I came upon this. Laptops here (Philippines) that have the same specs cost around twice or three times as much.

— references —

http://www.mylenovo2u.com.my/product/1024-lenovo-ideapad-100s-14ibr-80r9002kmj-

http://www.techhypermart.com/notebooks/daily-laptops-deals/lenovo-ideapad-100s-14ibr-80r9002kmj-14-laptop-notebook-n3050-4gb-128gb-ssd-integrated-w10h.html

http://www.clickasia.my/lenovo-ideapad-100s-14ibr-14-i3-4gb-128g-ssd-intergrated-graphic-w10-red

http://ph.priceprice.com/laptops/lowest-price-ranking/?RAM=4GB&SSD-eMMC=128GB

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Post-election days 2016

Post-election days were a bit of a letdown. The verbal pyrotechnics of the New President were just that exactly. Lots of barks, some bite. The bites were a bit interesting though. Lots of news now of drug pushers surrendering themselves to the authorities for fear of being actually shot by citizens. Or is it because they’re actually pro-Duterte? How does that even happen. Maybe these are not your ordinary criminals, maybe they are just citizens albeit rowdy scrappy ones who are sick and tired of the hacendado class of which Noynoy Aquino and his chosen one Mar Roxas are prime examples.

Local government officials seem to be caught up in this spirit of ‘cleaning up’ of criminal elements, albeit the ‘lowly’ types. You see these suspects, because they are still actually to be tried in a court of law, being humiliated by having to parade in the town center in full view of people. Placards and signs they carry highlight their transgressions. There was that one guy who was caught shoplifting, and as part of his punishment, he was made by the mayor to walk in the middle of the market and loudly proclaim that he is a thief.

What is most exciting in my opinion is the possibility of a saner government response to the decades-long Communist rebellion. Duterte is rational, even warm towards leftist figures. He just appointed several as heads of crucial government agencies. The question now, if an agreement does happen between the leftist authorities and the government, is whether the rank and file cadres will follow through with it. The top and the bottom of the hierarchy could have different opinions. Worst case scenario is that a splinter group, or splinter groups, would emerge.

The bourgeois character of the Presidency does still emerge. For all his warmness towards the Left, Duterte is very much friendly towards the Marcos Clan. Which isn’t really surprising considering both belong to the same economic and political group. These families move within the same circles, they interact, they know each other.

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I woke up to pain

I woke up to pain. My right pointing finger was slightly swollen and red. There looked like a bite or scratch mark of some sort. I puzzled over this for a bit, but could not recall what exactly happened. So I got out of bed and went on with my day.

I returned home from the market. I slowly put the things I bought to their proper places. The cat was being annoying, blocking my path while walking. So I grabbed that little adorable monster bastard by the scruff of his neck and placed him outside the kitchen door. After having completed these tasks, I stood frozen in the hallway on the way to my room. I could not remember whether I have fed the dog or not. This really bothered me, and so for several minutes I just stood there.

Then one detail I dredged up from my rusting memory chamber clarified things. I remember looking at the dog’s water bowl and it was bright. Meaning, it was morning when I fed the dog, meaning that I indeed have fed the dog that morning. So I unfroze and continued to my room to rest for a bit. I haven’t had a decent amount of sleep last night, and so this must be the reason why I’m functioning more sub-optimal than usual.

While lying down, and looking at things on the internet. I remembered what happened with my finger. Last night while I was sleeping, I woke into half-consciousness because I was uncomfortable. It turned out I slept on my right hand and I couldn’t feel it, it was numb. So in a somewhat panicky state, my half-asleep brain decided that the right thing to do is to bite onto that hand to kill the numbness.

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