Thursday, November 24, 2005

Halo-halong putahe ng utak ko

My housemates and I discovered a new show to follow - as if we didn't have enough. The title is "Golden Bowl". It's about bowling partners who fall in love with each other. It's a Japanese imported show. The reason why we watch it is that the guy protagonist is so cute, promise. Yun lang, babaw no? Pero nagbibigay aliw at tuwa pagkatapos ng isang mahabang hapong pagpapanggap na isang huwarang mag-aaral.


At last, the first event of PANTAS under new core leadership is over. It would be a lie to say that it went without a hitch, but I, for one, am satisfied. I came late - bad example, I know. There were about ten orientees and they seemed very interested. It was great practice for my PR skills.

I'm glad for the dedicated PANTAS Readers for their support and work. I'm gald for the new core. I'm glad that PANTAS is moving - with new deadlines and pod meetings and all. And most of all, I'm grateful for Sir Dennis. Period. haha

I pray that we accomplish all our plans for this semester. I really do hope that through the efforts of PANTAS, LAYB and UPLB Writer's Club that Elbi would be come to appreciate and respect the craft of writing and reading and its social relevance. And that Elbi would be known as a campus of writers AND readers. Pero sana hindi lang to hanggang pangarap, sana mangyari nga.


I attended a Sakbayan and ARREST sponsored symposium entitled "Sining sa Panahon ng Krisis". The speakers were practitioners of different forms of art: Dong Abay for music, Edward Perez for theater, I forgot who for photography and Kiri Dalena for alternative media.

I learned a lot about the struggle of artists who are not deemed by the media monopolies as profit-generating. As someone said in the forum, without money you have limited means to convey your message. This is quite disheartening as art can ignite the hearts of people to move and take action.

There was one point that was brought up: why do 'religious groups' prevail in UPLB? As this topic is discussed,I felt hostility in the air. It was as if these 'religious groups' were some sort enemies - in an indirect manner- of those who stand for social awareness and action.

As part of a Christian group, I beg to differ. It is not that Christians are so involved with 'heavenly' matters that they forget the world where they live in. Maybe we differ in our manner of social awareness and action.

It should not be that art and religion are like water and oil. I can use my art to glorify God and I can also use art to promote social issues. As Kiri Dalena pointed out - being 'religious' does not mean that you are apathetic towards society. Being a Christian does not neccesarily hinder one's duties as a citizen - except perhaps in some cases.

Anyway, the symposium ended with the UP song "UP Naming Mahal". In all my years in UP (three lang naman, hehe), I've never heard that song sung as heartfelt and sincere as it was that day. I really felt the lyrics of the song and as the last phrase was sung, "Mabuhay ang pag-asa ng bayan" - pakiramdam ko sugo ako ng bayan at isang instrumento ng pagbabago.

UP Naming Mahal
Pamantasang Hirang
Ang himig namin,
sana'y inyong dinggin.
Malayong lupain
aming mang marating,
Di rin magbabago ang damdamin,
Di rin magbabago ang damdamin.

Luntian at Pula,
sagisag magpakailanman.
Ating pagdiwang
bulwagan ng dangal.
Humayo't itanghal
giting at tapang.
Mabuhay ang pag-asa ng bayan,
Mabuhay ang pag-asa ng bayan.

* sana tama yung lyrics

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Children of My dreams

I love it that my parents thought hard before they decided on our names. Ilia does not mean anything but 'Eirene' does. It means peace in Greek. They named me 'Eirene' because I was born in the same year as EDSA I.

My sister Karize's name means 'grace'. Khara's- my youngest sister- means 'joy'.

I always said that I'd return the favor when I had kids. My favorite name combinations as of today are:

1. Sophia Rebekah = Sophia- wisdom
Rebekah- bound
- this could mean bound to wisdom

2. Joel - God is willing

3. Raya Amaris= Raya- Female of Ray, wise protector
Amaris- Promised by God

4. I loved the name Dominique ever since I watched 'Charlotte Gray'. Dominique means 'Of God'.

5. I also like Julien and Genevieve but they must be pronounced in the French way. hehe

6. Sanyata - Beautiful

7. Maha - beautiful eyes; Sinta - beloved

8. I like Shasta - a boy character in Narnia. I like the sound. Its meaning 'three' though means absolutely nothing to me.

I believe that names are blessings, hopes and prayers. When I name my child, I will pray to God that my child will be true to his name. I'm looking for a name in a Filipino language that means 'Patience' as I have none of it and I wish my children to possess.

Hehe, wala lang - i just wanted to post this.

PS. i am a bit disheartened because I feel that I have no readers. I am trying desperately to convince myself that I'm writing for myself however I am desperately failing. haha.

Sunday, November 13, 2005


Today is the International Day of Prayer for the Persecuted Church. When Pastor Efren preached today, my eyes were suddenly opened to a lot of things. (How apt since he works for an organization called Open Doors.)

I knew that there are countries that persecute Christians like China and North Korea but I didn't know there were that many - including Vietnam, Laos, Indonesia, Saudi Arabia, Bhutan and Maldives and Somalia.

Pastor Efren showed as an informational video about three women who were in prison in Indonesia for sharing the gospel to Muslim children. I forgot their surnames but their firstnames were Rebekka, Eti and Ratna. They are still in prison. I was amazed at their strength and faith.

It's amazing how freedom can lead to being lukewarm. Here in the Philippine, everyone is free to go to whichever religion or non at all. But look where that has brought us - the Christians are lukewarm, neither hot nor cold. Not living out their faith. And that includes me.

I'm not saying that we should be persecuted or anything like that but I am just so amazed at people like those women who would put their lives on the line for Christ. I do want to really pray for them and I will. And I hope others will too.

I planned to put a prayer list here about different areas of the world that persecutes Christians but I forgot the leaflet in the car. I'll write it next week promise. But I hope if you read this and you want to pray for persecuted believers, please do. Every prayer helps and encourages them in ways you may never find out.

Also try checking out for more information about the needs of different countries.

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

My Coffee Love Affair

I used to really hate coffee. I used to get nauseated by the smell of brewing coffee. I once was proud of the fact that I've never tasted coffee - ever. Then during one of our bull session nights, my church barkada represented by Matt dared me to drink a cup of Nescafe 3 in 1. And I am not one to back off a dare. So I drank it. That was my first cup.

During the first two years of college, I kept myself awake during all-nighter by drinking liters of Coke. I still refused to 'contaminate' my body with coffee. Though technically, caffeine in coffee and Coke is the same.

Then I met Kuya Rem, a coffeeholic. He introduced me to what he calls 'real coffee.' Suprisingly, I liked it, I never knew coffee had lots of different personalities. Since then, whenever my friends and I hang out at Mocha Blends, I began to experiment with my orders. But still, I maintained only strict acquaintance with coffee.

But, as with every love story, there is the turning point. Mine happened when we attended a seminar where the room was so cold, I had to cover my arms with the tablecloth. My saving grace was they served coffee and tea.

But because I abhored tea, I drank coffee to keep me warm AND awake. During that 9 am to 5 pm seminar, I drank six cups of coffee. I realized coffee was reliable - and so I decided to open up my life to coffee. We became friends.

We became so close that I couldn't imagine life without coffee. Coffee kept me company during nights when I had to stay awake to write papers. Coffee never failed to have breakfast with me and prepped me up for the day's activities. Coffee was there - together with Chocolate- when I became depressed.

And now I love coffee. I now share my love for coffee with other people. My friends and I even spend time with my new close friend coffee. I hope my love for you never fails - at least until I finish college.