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Raising funds (photos)

September and October have been busy months because aside from work, there’s the fund raising activities for Given Grace, the 19-year old Computer Science student slain and raped in UPLB exactly last year.

This kid biked the huge campus of UPLB–for justice!

Since justice delayed is justice denied, the Task Force Given Grace organized a benefit gig in business district Makati, a bike ride in idyllic UPLB, and a fun run in the University of the Philippines’ flagship campus in Diliman.

Net income: Php80,000. This was our biggest surprise.

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Editor

reading the proof at the printing press in Singapore

The title “editor” is a convenient, self-explanatory name quite handy to say to people who ask what I do for a living. It’s a capsule of information about what editors do: edit.

One year into this editorial post, though, I understand that being an editor of a magazine is not just about trimming articles, spotting grammatical lapses, and adhering to an institution’s editorial style–these are just the tip of the iceberg.

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Rage, rage

From which hole did this idiot crawl? said Mike Jackson (former IRRI scientist who’s now back in UK) in his Facebook the other day. Curious me checked out the link attached. It’s an article about US congressman Todd Akin, who was quoted saying:  “If it’s a legitimate rape, the  female body has ways to try to shut that whole thing down.”

 

This was reported to be the Missouri rep’s attempt to explain his opposition to abortion, even in rape cases. The politician has apologized after an onslaught of feedback, but still. With social networks ready to pound on the slightest hint of idiocy, we are all well-warned of letting our ignorance slip into public.

Legitimate rape. The phrase bothered me. I remember listening to friend Giz, who’s studying Law; she  said, among the cases they discuss, the most sensitive of all is Rape–so sensitive that the whole classroom’s atmosphere is heavy with silence. Why, not really would it be awkward to prove that one has been raped, but it must also be challenging to face the rapists in a courtroom and tell every detail of the story from hell.

In the case of Given Grace, the UPLB student who was raped, murdered and dumped near IRRI last year, Given won’t be around to recount the details of the crime; it will be her mother and father who are to brave the pieces of evidence and witnesses’ accounts. It will be the loving parents, who brought up the innocent, sweet child, who are going to hear again and again how the suspected men trespassed her body, ruined her womanhood (if not childhood), and dishonored her.

Call for War

Rape has to be every woman’s most feared experience.
I found myself crying for Given when she was murdered. Few months after this, another news of rape shocked the UPLB community–this time, the victim was younger. She was a highschool sampaguita vendor. Elbi crimes rattled me more when the crimes were capped by a third one, a senseless robbery-murder of a UPLB Agriculture student. I confided my worries to a former prof, US-based Sonny San Juan, who that time visited a friend in LB (unfortunately, work didn’t allow me to meet up with him). I emailed him how depressing things are in elbi, but he said, a collective action that condemns such violence would be a better act (and would make me feel better) than grieving in solitude.

An opportunity for collective condemnation rose when college friends Rene and Weng invited me and other friends last June to mount some activities to raise funds for Given’s family (incidentally, as Rene has noticed, Given’s mother was Weng’s teacher, and Weng was one of my mentors in the college paper; Given was one of my students during my last semester in the University).

Makati Gig: Sept 1

Initially, Rene simply wanted a pass-the-hat kind of charity thing to collect money from us (to help support the family’s legal fees), but during our first meeting at the Conspiracy Bar (how apt, right?), we eventually conspired to wage a full-blown war against Rape and other violence against women. There was Kate, who will manage media coverage; Connet, who volunteered to help in organizing the bazaar and produce PSA/docu video we could perhaps use in the programs; there was a lawyer who shed some light in Given’s case; and there were others who pledged to help.

Weng and Grace Cutab (former UP Student Regent) initially planned the benefit gig, which later on, progressed with help from others (Jek, Daks, and so many others I haven’t met). We were amazed how everybody worked fast: finding a free venue, reservations, invitation to rock bands and performers, logistics, etc.

Cool news for the Gig team, Mr Caio Cadiz said that Ebe (Sugarfree) is willing to perform in Elbi to support this advocacy.

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United Colors of Singapore, kids (SG post 4)

 Singapore is home to Chinese, Malays, Indians, and foreigners–so many foreigners such as Australians, Filipinos, British, Indonesians, Bangladeshis, and others, that the locals want their influx stopped (immigration and work, not tourism).

Such mixed and diversified population can be seen usually in tourist spots (Sentosa, Orchard, Esplanade) and business districts (Raffles Place, Tanjong Pagar, Harborfront). The cutest place to see this mix is the playground.

Before we flew out of Singapore, we went to the far end of the Circle Line of the MRT and visited one of the hundred parks and nature reserves of Singapore, the Labrador Park, which used to be an armed front to Japanese invaders once upon a time.

It was late in the afternoon when we reached the hilly Park by the sea, so we didn’t have much time to hike and trek. Instead, Mike and I let my nephew Marcus play at the white-sand playground, together with representatives of the united nations, junior edition.

Here I post some photos of these little cuddly people and a snap or two of the Park.

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Lucky Plaza, the Filipino mall (SG post 3)

If there’s a TV station for Filipinos (The Filipino Channel), Singapore’s Filipino mall is the Lucky Plaza.

You can find this old mall at Orchard, sticking out like a sore thumb among luxury malls like Ion, Ngee Ann City, Paragon, and the forever-under-construction Tang.

It stands proudly at the center of shopping action and tourist attraction, making Orchard one of the best places for Filipinos who are missing home, because come Sunday/Saturday, you can hear Tagalog being spoken everywhere. I could also understand some Ilocano (Mama’s an Ilocana) and recognize Bisaya, so I have a rough estimate of the Filipino demographics in my head.

 

The sad picture that Lucky Plaza paints for me is how every salary day, millions (ok, that’s hyperbole–hopefully) of Filipino laborers  all come down here to send money to their families. What’s wrong in the picture? I was in a long que in the restroom and I heard women talking, one said, hawakan ko muna ‘to para maramdaman ko naman nagkapera ako (laughs); another said, ganon talaga, mahal mo sila e, malayong pag-ibig (laughs). 

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