Things, people, places, and ideas that are currently taking up valuable space in my head that might otherwise be devoted to more important pursuits like cleaning my apartment, doing my laundry and, I dunno, achieving world peace. Continue reading
Yesterday’s (oops) NaBloPoMo prompt was:
Japanese lore suggests that if you fold 1,000 paper cranes, your wish will come true. What would your wish be, and what would you be willing to do 1,000 times to get it?
The wish: I get to visit the Philippines again to see extended family.
The task: I’d sing “My Way” at karaoke 1,000 times. Which, in the Philippines, could get you killed.
[Benigno] Aquino was thinking of running against Marcos in 1987, and had been working with opposition leaders against the President’s heavyhanded rule. One of those leaders, Assemblyman Salvador Laurel, was at the airport along with thousands of Aquino followers when the assassination occurred. As word of the shooting rippled through the anguished crowd, Laurel glumly urged, “Be cool, be cool.”
When he died, Aquino was carrying a statement he had intended to read at the airport: “It is now time for the regime to decide. Order my immediate execution or set me free.” While there is no evidence that the Marcos government was involved in the death, neither is there any doubt that many of Aquino’s followers will see it as an execution, possibly by the President’s loyalists in the armed forces. And that could doom any hope that the Philippines will “be cool.”
“Bloody Welcome”, Time, Monday, August 29, 1983
[11:08] Patrick: i was debating buying a jeepney in the philippines
[11:08] Patrick: they cost liek 5000 dollars
[11:08] Jasmine: ooh
[11:08] Patrick: so i was like uhhhhh
[11:08] Jasmine: OMG, that would be rad
[11:08] Jasmine: Buy one, drive around and have adventures
[11:08] Patrick: yeah but it wouldnt be tricked out
[11:09] Patrick: well i dont have a license and the driving there is scayr
[11:09] Patrick: i woudl try to have artwork ont he side
[11:09] Patrick: like 2pac and biggie on a see saw
I turned in my passport application today at the Philippine Consulate here in Chicago. Assuming verification with the New York office checks out, I should have my passport in 3 to 4 weeks. Just in the nick of time for Maria and Clancy’s wedding.
Yeah, I like cutting things close. Now while I wait, I need to look into finding plus-size ski wear. For one, possibly two days of tubing. Also book my Vancouver hotel room. Find something to wear to the wedding. Maybe lose weight? Argh!
Okay, so I just called the Philippine consulate here in Chicago to make sure they were open today. Because I need to get a passport so I can actually, you know, go to Canada for Clancy & Maria’s wedding. Of course, efore I could ask how late they were open, the dude on the phone hung up on me.
Typical? I’m not sure. Rude? Yes.
On August 21, 1983, while on his way to Manila, Aquino was accompanied by several foreign journalists to ensure his safety or, at the very least, to record events for posterity in case rumors of a planned assassination proved to be true. Despite a convoy of security guards (all assigned to him by the Marcos government) and a contingent of 2,000 military and police personnel on the tarmac, Aquino was fatally shot in the head as he was escorted off the airplane.
Ninoy Aquino Day (Wikipedia)
Trust Gawker to feature this gem of a production from the boys of Cebu Provincial Detention and Rehabilitation Center. I don’t know if I should be proud or ashamed (ever the complex of the Asian, huh?) so I guess I’ll just be both. Also, if anyone could find a Tagalog translation of the lyrics to “Thriller” and post as a comment to this blog, I’d be very much obliged. Mabuhay, bitches!