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Political Valentine

Political Valentine

I guess it’s another one of those “epic fail” things that make for good political showbiz: yet again, US President Barack Obama and President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo did not meet up.  Again; it seems that every opportunity that This President has to meet with our favorite geopolitical boyfriend, she gets stood up.

Ever the tragic, hopeless romantic, I can’t help but feel bad for GMA.  Prepare the buffet tables and the marching bands: I, Marocharim, lyrics-translating rabid anti-Government destabilizer, have empathy for Gloria Arroyo.  I feel for ya, sistah!

Now I know what the girls I loved before felt when I stood them up on those moments they wanted to “communicate.”  I can now imagine (sort of) the feeling they may have had when they were sitting alone in some restaurant at Session Road, waiting for me to swing by and talk.

Ah, yes, the dinner that never was: changed the whole course of my life, really.  Had I been more persistent, less torpe, and more in touch with my romantic side, I would have had a steady relationship by now.  Had I not stood up either one of them on at least one occasion, I wouldn’t be writing about my love life (or the absence of it) on a regular basis.

Then again, if you like someone so much, wouldn’t you set them free?  Wouldn’t you allow them to make decisions on their own?  Wouldn’t your love for them remain so pure, so genuine, and so real that you’re willing to make the ultimate sacrifice, and just let them go?  Set them free?  Set a higher goal for yourself?  Wait for that moment that someone will love you enough to not stand you up on a random restaurant measuring time in terms of maki rolls, rice bowls, and frozen margaritas?

(I have a prodigious memory for these things, you know.)

If there’s anything I learned from relationships that have gone bust, it’s that letting go is not a “sacrifice,” but an open declaration of how much you love somebody.  See, when you keep hounding and pursuing a relationship to the point that you become possessive, you have no “relationship” to speak of.  Sometimes you have to take the hint right away and admit to yourself that try as you may, many relationships don’t work even in a parallel universe.  If he or she doesn’t want to talk, just leave him or her alone.

You don’t wait for a dinner that will not happen.  You don’t light a candle by the window waiting for the love of your life to walk on by and see your love flicker in the darkness.  There’s lots of love to go around in the world; it’s something that doesn’t devalue because of recessions or crises.  You let go, set yourselves free, you give yourselves a whole new chance and find a way back into love.  If it doesn’t work now, it probably will never work anyway, but that doesn’t mean it’s the end of the world.

Although the man-thing would be that Obama really didn’t mean it.  Then again, that’s what they all say.

February 6, 2009 3 comments Read More
Bad English

Bad English

A few days ago, I wrote about how “sick books,” represented by a book called “English For You and Me,” is a betrayal of the next generationIn the February 2, 2009 issue of the Inquirer, Education Secretary Jesli Lapus makes a pretty good excuse (if you will) for the errors in the textbook:

“When something like this crops up, we always tell Mr. (Antonio Calipjo) Go that rather than we read it in the papers first – and then it’s like that’s the end of it, he already scored – if you really want to help, talk to the author,” Lapus said.

“Some of (the alleged errors) are poetry so it’s not grammatical. It’s always misleading if you only use one line or a few phrases,” he added.

“It’s like you write a book and then you use my own writings as part of your book to prove a point and then you mix up what you pick up from me. That does not give the complete sense,” Lapus said.

- Report by Philip Tubeza
“Lapus trying to stop go: That’s poetry”
Philippine Daily Inquirer, February 2, 2009

Let’s not get into philosophical rants on Roland Barthes and Jacques Derrida: I leave that to the philosophers.  Yet after reading bollocks passed off as “poetry,” I think I know where they’re coming from.  After all, you can play the “so-called error” card these days.  Then again, I’m not an educator, I don’t have Ph.D. credentials, but I think I’m correct when I point these out:

  • “But what is more important is that she lives in a place that, to Celine, is drowned in mystery.” – Sentences should not begin with the word “but.”  Unless mystery is a liquid that causes flooding and death by edema, the proper term is “shrouded in mystery,” not “drowned.”
  • “‘Gem, what souvenir did you take from lola’s place?  I had a dragonfly with a body like jewels and wings like lace,’ said Cindy.  ‘I got a butterfly with flower designed wings.’” – “Body like jewels…” I don’t get it.  I think that there are better similes and metaphors to describe the body of a dragonfly than jewels; or at the very least, use the term “bejeweled.”  ”Flower designed wings,” I don’t get it, either.  Flowers do not design wings; the proper term is “wings with flower designs,” or “wings with floral designs.”

“So-called error?”  Hmmm…

February 6, 2009 1 comment Read More
Of Paper Cups and Megaphones

Of Paper Cups and Megaphones

It’s been around five years since I started blogging, and I think I have turned this…

Into this.

February 3, 2009 2 comments Read More
Valentine Videos Part 2: Shakira, “Hay Amores”

Valentine Videos Part 2: Shakira, “Hay Amores”

Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez is one of my all-time favorite novels.  Heartwarming, heartbreaking… although I can’t say the same for the movie.  There is, however, an upside to the movie: the soundtrack.

With my limited grasp of Spanish, aided by online translators and some translations already done on the Internet, here’s my translation of that beautiful song in Love in the Time of Cholera, Shakira’s “Hay Amores.”

 

Oh, my love, for you I’ll do anything
Just for one second with you, away from the world
With you close to me

Oh my love, like River Magdalena
The way it approaches the shore
I want us to be that way too…

Oh, there are lovers, that resist whatever kind of damage
Like wine, they only grow better with age
Like my love for you will only grow so strong…

Oh, there are lovers, that wait for winter to turn to spring blossoms
Autumn evenings that await verdant tomorrows
These are the many ways that I love you.

Oh my love, do not forget the sea
It has seen my tears falling at night
Just from the memories of you

Oh my love, do not forget the day
That you have gone on your own way
And left me with a poor life all alone

Oh, there are lovers, that resist whatever kind of damage
Like wine, they only grow better with age
Like my love for you will only grow so strong…

Oh, there are lovers, that wait for winter to turn to spring blossoms
Autumn evenings that await verdant tomorrows
These are the many ways that I love you.

What I feel, for you… like the many ways that I can ever love you…

February 3, 2009 1 comment Read More
Valentine Videos Part 1: Blur, “Tender”

Valentine Videos Part 1: Blur, “Tender”

It’s that time of the month again, and in case you’re one of my new readers, you very well know that I freaking hate Valentine’s Day.  But rather than bore you with more month-long post-a-thons about how much I hate the Love Month, I’ll just post videos about Valentine’s Day, just for the hopeless romantic in me.

And no, I’m not going to translate lyrics… yet.

From the Maro Jukebox of Songs I Deem To Be Romantic, here’s one of my all-time favorite love song-like songs.  Some of you may be familiar with it.

 

Love’s the greatest thing, that we have
I’m waiting for that feeling, waiting for that feeling
Waiting for that feeling to come…

February 2, 2009 2 comments Read More
Bring It Back The Other Way

Bring It Back The Other Way

The teacher stands in front of the class, but the lesson plan he can’t recall;
The students’ eyes don’t perceive the lies bouncing off every fucking wall.
His composure is well-kept, I guess he fears playing the fool;
The complacent students sit, and listen to that bullshit that he learned in school.

- Rage Against the Machine, “Take the Power Back”

Today in the Inquirer, Antonio Calipjo Go writes an article about the 500 or so errors that there are in a recently-released public school English textbook, entitled “English For You and Me.”  The book is authored by Elodie A. Cada, published by Book Wise Publishing House Inc., and is printed by a publishing company in Thailand.  Some of the errors Go points out are listed here; my reactions in italics:

  • To Heal Earth Yourself, Start with Your Cat.  (Meow.)
  • Delicately: done with fragility.  (When’s the Fall Out Boy concert again?)
  • The Badjaos are mostly found along the Coast of Jolo, Subuti, Sitangkal, Tawi-Tawi islands in Mindanao.  They are regarded as cultured because they are hardworking and peace-loving.  (So everything I was taught about what constitutes “culture” can be boiled down to slambook dedications?)
  • The students busied themselves drinking thirstily.  (I will now proceed to “thirstily” drink water.)
  • The people observed keenly the pulsating chest of the animal hiding in the bushes.  (Is this supposed to be educational or erotic?)
  • At my age, swooning to Martin Nievera is far from my age level.  (Now that’s showbiz.)
  • Yet life will continue to pour the best.  There are people who stare.   (So… what am I looking at again?)
  • The authorities were intimately bonded with the constituents because of the humanitarian project.  (I bet you a politician wrote this.)
  • A stain-smooth piece of driftwood.  (I never heard of anything “stain-smooth” before.  Maybe they’re teaching koan.)
  • The janitress tried to clean the spume of the water underneath the tree.  (OK kids: the word for today is “spume.”)
  • “He’s not here!” Miss Racelis told at them.  She told them to go out the room.  (Methinks it’s menopause: “telling at” people, no good reason to do anything… see what I mean?)
  • Media people are afraid that information may be churned by the leftists.  (Whoa, whoa, whoa!)
  • “Abracadabra, sssh!  Boom!  Make some magic for me!  Abracadabra, sssh! Boom!”  Bobby shouted.  He ran to his uncle.  “Looked here, Uncle,” he said.  His uncle looked like an invisible man.  (Is that a Zen tale, or the script for the newest 98 Degrees music video?)
  • Mr. Reyes carried his suitcase together with his son who was holding onto his neck tightly.  (Damn, that has got to hurt.)

Here’s the best part: Instructional Materials Council Secretariat Director Soccoro Pilor says that the book Go criticized indeed passed the review process “with flying colors.”  “English For You and Me” passed the following criteria for evaluation:

  • Learning competencies
  • Content evaluation for errors
  • Organization and propriety of material
  • Proper grammar, and should be easily understood by readers.

In keeping with blogging without obligation, I write this in no uncertain terms: to miseducate our children is to compromise their future.

Miseducation is the betrayal of the next generation.

February 2, 2009 2 comments Read More