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Tank Man

Tank Man

I don’t know how a man would stand in the way of tanks.

Twenty years ago, a young man stood in front of four big hulking tanks from the Chinese government, and stood there right in front of them.  I like to think he said something like, You’re not moving. The tanks tried to move around him; when they moved to his left, he took steps right.  When they tried to drive the tanks to his right, he moved to the left.  You’re not moving. Tank Man then climbed up one of the tanks: You’re not moving.

The Borg have an interesting phrase: “Resistance is futile.”  It’s true: sometimes the best thing to do is just sit back, and watch things happen.  We’re sometimes too comfortable in our little world, sitting on the sidelines, and watch things happen.  We play observant, patient people who would throw in some opinions every now and then.  We tend to be snarky sometimes; we tend to sneer at acts of resistance as nothing more than fraudulent heroism, or at the very least wait for that see-I-told-you-so moment.

I don’t know how many times that had to happen to me before.  Wall statements, blog entries, and yeah, I had to face a police squad here and there when I was younger.  I’m not the kind of “war freak palaban” hooligan-type, although the blunt end of batons and the force of riot shields kinda hurt.  Water cannons, too.  Yet there’s nothing like the feeling of a defeated spirit.  There’s nothing like the knowledge that maybe your own cause is futile.

Waxing lyrically – with a bit of nostalgia thrown in – a year ago, I was talking about things like resistance and how it’s necessary to put up a fight against the abuses of the State, the people who are in power, and how important justice and fairness is in society.  Those things are recurring themes in what I write.  Sometimes I have to eat humble pie for being too emotional, for being too hasty, or for being proven wrong.  Oh yeah, it sucks eating humble pie, but I never had to stand in front of a tank to stand up for what I believe in.

Twenty years ago, a young man stood up to a row of tanks for a cause that became futile.  He stood up to what he believed in.  I don’t know if he believed in something as grand and as noble as democracy or freedom, or something as simple as getting those tanks out of the city that he, as a citizen, has a share in.  He stood up to tanks.  As a blogger writer-type whatever-the-heck-I-am, the most I have to face is the occasional person who doesn’t believe in the same things I do, and will react in a way that I don’t really like.  That’s nothing compared to tanks.

A day after this whole deal with Con-Ass, a friend of mine asked me if I was “embarrassed” about being so emotional about a “mere piece of paper.”  Another friend asked me if I expected anything from all of this, considering that there aren’t hordes of people anywhere yet.  I don’t really know.  It’s not that I’m confused or dilly-dallying, it’s just that I know where I stand.

Sometimes, all it takes is to stand up for what you believe in; we live in a world where there’s too little of that going on.  I’ve been proven wrong countless times before, but I guess that for all that I’ve did in the way of resistance, I wasn’t proven wrong on one end.  Justice, fairness, and freedom are things worth standing up – and fighting – for.

I do know why a man would stand in the way of tanks.

To Tank Man, for the inspiring deed of June 5, 1989, Tiananmen Square.

June 5, 2009 2 comments Read More
A Last Order

A Last Order

The downtown café was known for a lot of things: a blind pianist, freshly brewed coffee, Marinara sauce, paella cooked from really big pans.  Muffins, too, and cakes.  Nobody goes to a café to look for a waitress and propose happily ever after, but then again…

Say what you will about the pecan cupcakes, but it was Selene who brought the customers in.  It was her cheery smile that was the reason many office workers went there for a coffee or a snack.  It was romance for every male customer who was charmed and smitten by Selene.  “Coffee, sir?  What about juice?  Anything else?  Enjoy the night!”

The trick, I guess, was to give your order as slowly as possible.  Take your time.  If you’re good enough, you can sneak in that piece of paper where you scrawled your home address and contact number into the billfold.

The place always closes at 10, but there’s always that one customer at the back who always seems to leave last.

“A last order, sir?”  Raymond suddenly sat up straight.  He was like a deer – no, a chipmunk – caught in the headlights when Selene asked him for anything other than an order for coffee, juice, anything else, and a greeting to enjoy the night.  He clutched his briefcase and looked up at the charming waitress.

“Yeah… uh, no.  I’m just about to leave but…”  I think he wanted to say something profound, but he can’t.  Not in front of the waitress he was crushing on.  No, not when you’re supposed to have this air of respectability about you if you work as an accountant at a firm in the downtown area.  Not when you turned one of the tables into an informal office, working on those books, just because you want to be inspired by that waitress gracefully walking around the restaurant taking everyone’s order, with that same smile, with that same sway to her hips, with that same aura about her that makes you not second-guess why you’re always – always – falling in love with her.  “Yeah, coffee.”

And so it went on.

“A last order, sir?”

“Yeah… uh, no.  I’m just about to leave but… yeah, iced tea.”

It went on again.

“A last order, sir?”

“Yeah… uh, no.  I’m just about to leave but… yeah, I’ll try the mango smoothie.”

And freaking on, but damn, the script’s getting good.

“A last order, sir?”

“Yeah… uh, no.  I’m just about to leave but… yeah, I’d like a double-shot espresso, and that last slice of Black Forest.”

Pretty soon, Raymond was ordering all sorts of dishes and delights from the restaurant.  The citrus tarts, the lemon meringue pie, carbonara and a glass of Armagnac.  It was a whole new different deal since that first cup of coffee.  He kept ordering and ordering and ordering until one day…

“A last order, sir?”

This time, Raymond was silent as he placed a small brown envelope inside the billfold.

Selene opened the envelope in a rush, and found what looked like one of those cheesy romantic greeting cards at the bookstore, but it wasn’t those cheap thoughtless knockoffs for Valentine’s Day or your girlfriend’s birthday.  This particular one must cost an arm and a leg compared to those things.

The cardboard imitated seashell, the embossed white roses gilded with gold and red glitter.  There were two parchment leaves that had delicately printed doves; the birds seemed like spirits ready to fly out of the page.  Yet it simply wouldn’t be a greeting card without those prefabricated poems.  The familiar lines of Christopher Marlowe: “Where both deliberate, the love is slight; Whoever loved, that loved not at first sight?”

There was something written at the bottom of the nauseatingly romantic greeting card.  “Patiently written,” if there’s such a description.  It didn’t look like one of those lazy scrawls on cards given to girlfriends in a rush, or “just because.”

My dearest Selene.

My last order, after six sweet years.

I love you… always and forever.

Will you marry me?

Yours for a lifetime,

Raymond.

I placed the card back from where I found it: that old, worn photo album, fresh with the memories of 26 years.

POSTSCRIPT: Blog flash fiction, bleh… I have a lot of work to do if I’m gonna get good at this.  This is what happens when you play those Flash-based search stuff in a pile of junk games.  So OK, I fictionalized a lot of stuff, and “Raymond” and “Selene” aren’t their real names.  Yet they’re still married, 26 years to this very date.

And to my Mom and Dad, happy wedding anniversary.  – Marocharim

June 4, 2009 2 comments Read More
Have You No Shame? An Open Letter to the House of Representatives

Have You No Shame? An Open Letter to the House of Representatives

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This entry was first posted at Filipino Voices.  I decided to post it here because I have a new awesome theme, and that awesome image by Andrew dela Serna.  I suggest you right-click that image right there and save it on your blogs.

Meanwhile, the embarrassment, sham, and injustice at the House of Representatives last night, where HR 1109 was railroaded, warrants this blog post.  For all the shamelessness that took place, allow me this instance to shame.

Again.  – Marocharim

To the august and honorable members of the House of Representatives,

I write this letter in the knowledge that within my inalienable right to free speech, I have the right to condemn, to dissent, and to express.  My knowledge is limited, and my grammar is flawed.  My eyes are not privy to law books, nor am I an expert in the terms and procedures surrounding a pending resolution in the House.  Yet I believe my heart is in the right place, my anger is warranted, and my dismay and disdain for the events of June 2, 2009, 170 Representatives, and a ruthless, rude, and repugnant resolution roots my rage.

Last night, you held a marathon session to pass House Resolution 1109.  The august and honorable members of the House majority have passed the resolution to set up a constituent assembly to open up the Philippine Constitution to changes that endanger Philippine sovereignty and the freedoms allowed of us in this country because of selfish interests.  Last night, the possibility of “Gloria Forever” haunted a sleeping nation.

More than that, the resolution was rammed through, railroaded, and passed without regard to objection and without respect to the Philippine constitution.  More than an agenda of “Gloria Forever,” what happened last night was a slap in the face to the ideals that this nation stands for.  Ideals enshrined not only in the Constitution, but in the values and mores of Filipino society.  What happened last night was a black eye to democracy, to prudence, and to dialogue.  What happened last night, to my mind, was an embarrassment, a farce, and a shame.

The Constitution is a defining moment in history: the height of creating a politics of freedom, identity, and national strength.  It is created and ratified on the basis that one’s country is not designed and built on whims, but that of foresight and the common good.  One that sets a precedent for justice and fairness.  It is the building block of democracy in free nations.

Last night was a defining moment in history: the height of a politics of ignominy, imprudence, and insolence.  All for the approval of a seemingly harmless – yet shameless – and ambiguously-worded resolution that threatens the very existence of this country’s democracy.  One that sets a precedent for injustice and unfairness.  You made a grip on the very throat of this country’s democracy, and stifled it.

What you did last night was nothing short of shameless.  That resolution will be tested and perhaps maybe even struck out of record one day.  Forgotten, perhaps, but should stand – and will stand – as a testament to shame.

Honorable Representatives, the wisdom of amending the Constitution is not lost on anyone, and it certainly is not lost on me.  Yet without the benefit of prudent dialogue and evaluation, the wisdom of Constitutional amendments – much less Charter Change – must be questioned.  When the passage of a resolution that endangers democracy is made possible because of the maneuvering of the majority, the intentions and effects of moves to amend the Constitution must be questioned.  And if the integral document of a nation is going to be altered by people with questionable integrity, everything about Constitutional amendments and Charter Change are questionable.

I do not intend to sow fear.  In a free country, the citizens are – and should – be open to debate.  Yet this debate should come with the curt and fair warning that our arguments and sides should always be framed by what is truthful, what is just, and what is fair.  It is not sufficient or adequate to railroad the passage of this resolution if the rush and haste cannot be justified.  That in a free country, in a democracy, the will of the majority will always be framed by the will of the minority.  This, ladies and gentlemen, is the spirit of consensus.  Something that does not take place when you railroad a bill, a law, or a resolution.

To railroad the passage of HR 1109, without regard and respect for this country’s constitution, and without regard to other august institutions, is nothing short of disrespectful.  There is a right time and a right place for the changes you want – most especially the changes necessary – to take place.  These changes take place in discussion, no matter how slow it may be, and with due respect to the branches of government involved.  These changes occur with the knowledge and wisdom that those who perpetuate these changes are beyond doubt, beyond question, and have the integrity needed to challenge and amend a very integral document.

I ask, again: have you no shame?

Have you no shame, august and honorable members of the House?  Have you no shame that on that one day, you shot democracy dead?  Have you no shame that by railroading a questionable resolution, you railroaded a most questionable future for our country?  Have you no shame to turn deaf ears to voices of dissent and disagreement, but welcome with open arms those who nod in agreement?  Have you no shame to disrespect the very foundations of what this country stands for?  Have you no shame to listen only to your voices in the speaker systems of the Batasan, but not listen to the voices of Filipinos who are against what you have to say?

Have you no shame to the righteous anger of the Filipino people who have had enough of President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo?  Have you no shame not to listen to the righteous indignation of the Filipino people who have called you out on your do-what-it-takes attitude to cling to power?  Have you no shame that you railroad Constitutional change, yet not exercise the same sense of urgency for reproductive health and agrarian reform and poverty alleviation programs?  Have you no shame in the power you throw off the balance?  Honorable members of the House, show me – show us – your shame.

The absence of integrity in the House of Representatives came to light last night.  The sworn protectors of the Philippine Constitution – those who swore upon that document when they assumed office – are now those who seek to subvert it and silence all opposition by railroading the passage of an ill-willed resolution, by dismissing dissent, and by playing numbers games instead of reflecting on the causes for, and consequences of, the change they so want to enforce and shove down our throats.  More than “Gloria Forever,” the railroading and ramming through of HR 1109 is a clear indication that the public interest is secondary to personal political interests, or at the very least, ill-defined ones.

I reiterate, members of the House of Representatives, in a most humble – and humbling – tone: to change an integral document, you need to have integrity.  Last night, honorable members of the House, you demonstrated a complete absence of it.  The constitution is our document: it is the testament that we are a sovereign people.  You do not tamper with this integral and integrating document if your integrity is in question.

It’s more than “Gloria Forever,” more than the compromising of sovereign territory, and more than technical squabbling on the form of government we’ll have.  The railroading of HR 1109 is a clear exercise in what politics in this country has degenerated into: the tyrrany of deceit, the rule of disrespect, the noise of impunity, and the triumph of ignominy.  What you did last night was a clear violation of the dignity of this nation.  What you did was to kill democracy.  I refuse to be represented by those who demonstrate that kind of politics.

A sham, ladies and gentlemen.  You have no shame.

With much respectful indignation, this is as much as I can do.  I respectfully demand that you tender your resignation letters, or voluntarily leave office for what you have done to the people and their Constitution.  The night of June 2, 2009 will forever be inscribed in the annals of this country’s history as the day you stopped being august and honorable.  If only for that symbolic act may your shame be damned.

August and honorable members of the House of Representatives, I thank you for your time.  Thank you, in advance, for your response.

Very respectfully,

Marocharim

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June 3, 2009 8 comments Read More
100 Songs. Because iTunes is On Shuffle and Repeat

100 Songs. Because iTunes is On Shuffle and Repeat

It’s no secret: I love music.  If you’re gonna build a small reputation as a lyrics translator, you have to have a good ear for music.  No matter how bad that music is, or no matter how antithetical that music may be to your appearance or preferences.

I have no time for these self-serving brouhaha where you wear some band’s shirt, or sweep your hair in such a way to imitate a band member, and you have nothing but their songs in their list.  It’s not like I listen to Metallica or Black Sabbath all day; I also have a few songs of Hanson, and one of my favorite songs in, like, ever is “Drowned World/Substitute For Love” by Madonna.  It doesn’t make me any less of a rockstar, because I never claimed to be one.

Besides, for someone who translates songs by Aegis and Teresa Teng in the same breath, I have to have a broad scope and appreciation of all types of music.  Even if I have more than two songs of Roselle Nava and Donna Cruz hanging around.

So thanks to Baddieverse, Ade, and even MLQ3, I decided to put up my own 100 songs list.  Simply because iTunes is on shuffle and on repeat.

June 1, 2009 5 comments Read More