Crossing fingers for heaps of good news
It’s a shame that the world is crazy over news on Boston bombing while ignoring or ignorant of that bombed Afghan wedding where casualties were ten times more than the marathon tragedy. This is not to say that little attention should also be given to Boston, but that equally big, caring social media space be given to the Middle East, Asia, and the rest of the world.
That is the bad news, and hopefully beautiful things alight from these rubble in the coming days. Surely, there are inspiring stories every day but we tend to focus on what will make us anxious and angry. (Sadistic tendencies in today’s media?)
Good news is, after completing short written tests and passing a phone interview, I was offered a place at Westminster University in London. Should I be given one of the so many generous scholarships that the University offers to international students, I will start this September.
Crossing my fingers for more Good News.
Read MoreThe so many questions after her death
There have always been those who have filled their bellies because they had no sense of shame, but we, who have nothing, apart from this last shred of undeserved dignity, let us at least show that we are still capable of fighting for what is rightfully ours.-Saramago’s Blindness
The University of the Philippines freshman student who reportedly took her own life has been laid to rest, but issues surrounding her death should not find their way to the grave.
Emergency
empire state of mindlessness
So. I’m confused more than ever.
I was admitted to New York University‘s
Read Morestill on ayala
In the Philippine American Education Foundation advising, I met Margie who plans to apply to Harvard. She’s a part-time teacher in FEATI while working for the Asian Development Bank. She seemed to start taking interest in conversing with me when she asked me how my TOEFL went, and I told her I was drunk when
Read Moreat ayala
Yesterday was the longest time I ever stayed in Ayala, Makati when I sought advice from the Philippine American Education Foundation (PAEF). And I left the city floating with
Read Moreonly because med school and grad school sound cool
He said he had to stop going to med school.
She said, that’s UP Manila! The PGH!
He said he doesn’t have funds.
She said, but you have scholarship. From DOH, right?
He said
Read Moreon Clements’ Comparative Literature as Academic Discipline: a statement of principles, praxis, standards
Just what do you do?
I have been answering this kind of question since college when I was enrolled in AB Communication Arts at the highly empiricist and positivist University of the Philippines in Los Baños. Depending on the level of curiosity and seriousness of the person asking, I would usually answer “communication theories,” or “training in advertising, public relations, journalism, and broadcasting,” or “trying our hands on creative and critical writing, acting, directing, in short prostituting ourselves to the Arts,” or “in day light I attend theory classes, come night time I’m in workshops or rehearsals or in solitary confinement (drafting papers),” or “marami, basta.”
Read Moreon Haun Saussy’s “Exquisite Cadavers Stitched from Fresh Nightmares”: Commentary on Comparative Literature in an Age of Globalization
It is amusing to know that Comparative Literature has become such an influential discipline to other numerous and reputable disciplines in the academe, but such amusement is cut short the moment we are told that this scholarly stardom comes with, ironically, lack of recognition.
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Butch Dalisay's Series of Ridiculous Events*
So what happened to Soledad? shoots the first question of the typical plot-fanatic reader. Indeed Soledad’s Sister is a story of a hundred pieces, none of them about what transpired in Jeddah when the woman in the box (and in the novel’s title) died.
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Soledad’s Sister launch and the author’s lecture on Filipino novels (Bulwagang Rizal, CAL, UP Diliman, July 31, 2008)
Soledad’s Sister launch and the author’s lecture on Filipino novels (Bulwagang Rizal, CAL, UP Diliman, July 31, 2008)
It ends with what could have been the first chapter: a sociologist and an inspector speculate on what or who killed the allegedly drowned foreigner—or to be politically incorrect, alien. And this could have been the springboard of the following series of ridiculous events:
Pinay OFW Soledad Z. Cabahug returns to country dead, drowned as autopsied, and decomposing in a crate labelled with the name and the address of her sister, Aurora.
Who, Me?
Hello there! My name is Ai, Japanese for "love." I couldn't stay in one place for too long, so I'm always walking, traveling or changing address. I write for Australia's Campus Review, Education Review, Insite health care, and other magazines under APN. Before this, I was an editor of a quarterly rice science magazine and a weekly publication on international commodity trade in Singapore. But before everything else, I was an educator for five years.
