Just Thoughts on Life

After reading Gabriel García Márquez’s A Hundred Years of Solitude a whole week ago or so, it left me feeling suffocated — we inherently take on life’s weatherworn patterns unconsciously and we can never escape it.

Now, I wind up with another semi-sadness inducing book with the same kind of theme. Come to think of it, all books reflect what life is for the living, and they will always show inescapable patterns we have to live through.

No matter how hard anyone tries to make a difference in their life, be it though some form of success or attainment of wealth, living will never equate to freedom.

I therefore still hold true to the cynic in me that has been firmly lodged in since I was 9, after having first read my first Agatha Christie novel.

But as cynicism holds a part of me, there are also a myriad of other things in me, such as hope. Hope for good things to come in life. Hope for good to befall on those who most deserve it. Hope for a better world.

As it is, hope battles cynicism to replace it with optimism permanently. If it ever can.

Or just settle with both ever present.


A short stint as Editor-in-Chief

I’m no crazy young EIC for any magazine or newspaper as the title might suggest, but we did create a little one-time-only magazine as a final project for a major elective. We were grouped into different teams, each tasked to create a magazine that was socio-economically relevant.

And that we did.

While everyone got to have five people to share their burden with, our team only had four people. I’m not entirely sure who said it, but it was because we were all pretty competent people that the professor deemed us capable of managing a whole magazine with just the four of us. We did manage it, with 2 days of me having stayed in school for the first time past midnight (that was not Cookout related). It was kind of scary because the computer lab is haunted, but I never felt anything out of the ordinary, so I guess I’m relatively unscathed from hauntings.

Before I forget and get carried away though, here’s the link to our output (which has a QR code that links to the PDF copy of our output; not the printed copy, of course):


Anyhow, back to what I was saying…

Aside from being scared of seeing some strange apparition, I was also extremely scared of failing my team. As I was the EIC, every single little detail that could go wrong or I may have overlooked will be completely my fault. This was a huge burden on my shoulders and it caused me great worry. On top of that, I was also writing and helping with the final layout. It was stressful, to say the least.

But somehow, I found it exhilarating.

I didn’t really think I could survive, but I did. We did. Our team did amazingly and was the first to receive a “nice” compliment from our very meticulous and detail-oriented professor. It was a great honour and something of which I am proud of for my team.

She liked the layout, the photos, and where we headed with our articles. Save for the missing captions on all of our photos, I can hazard a guess that we kind of did pretty alright in her eyes. But throughout this whole process, I felt like I did nothing. I mean, I was there for each step we took and I also managed the printing, alongside getting the PowerPoint and website ready (including QR codes and Flip Book needed), but because there was no “concrete” output I made that was all my own, I felt like a useless hack who just rode along.

Am I just really hard on myself? Do I have a heavy bout of impostor syndrome?

I did lead the team and was there all throughout the way as best as I could…

Well, maybe I’d manage well working for a magazine or newspaper if it were just to get articles by the deadlines. I could even do well helping out with the layout and the photos. But I might not be cut out to be an EIC, until I can prove myself worthy of such a title…

Still proud of my team for what we achieved though, no doubt about that.


Featured Image: That was NOT taken by me, but was the cover of our magazine.

On the matter of debuts

In my honest opinion, debuts are an unnecessary extravagance and more a show of vanity than of practical use for anyone.

A debut, a.k.a a debutante ball, is held as a form of introducing young ladies from aristocratic/upper class families to “polite society” in the old days. Considering that the term “debut” dates back to mid 18th century France and that affluent families usually held these balls to announce their young lady is of marrying age (invited guests also come from money/power), I never did quite see why it’s such a big deal now except as a show of wealth.

Aside from a waste of money that could have been used to help those in need instead (or saved), it goes towards this…thing (that’s more Western in origin than anything, and more for the sake of establishing alliances between families in business/power).

Those often than not one-time use expensive gowns, the hoarde of food, the fancy-looking cake, and whatever else is there at these things seems more a support towards capitalism than anything else in my eyes.

Are debuts still really necessary?

Anyhow, I’m not a girl from an aristocratic family that needs to be married off to the highest bidder, nor does our family have extra money to splurge, so I never saw value in debuts. I’m also more oriented towards practical matters, like saving for any rainy day in the future.

TL;DR: There’s just too much poverty around us for debuts to even factor in. There may be a standard that was set long ago on what debuts should be like and many examples that exist even today on how extravagant they must be, but why ride along on this bandwagon?

Note: The writer of this little rant is averse to celebrating her own birthday (and often forgets her own age when asked for it — she staunchly believes that age is just a number and that what matters is how old one feels inside) and was against having a debut (her parents happily obliged with her wish) due to her views that they seem vain and more a waste of money than anything.

Anti-Human Trafficking and Anti-OSEC Efforts

Visited a home for human trafficked survivors today and met amazing young women (some less than 18 years of age) who shared their stories of pain and darkness. But what’s most inspiring is their faith in God and the strength they’ve found.

It’s a struggle for many of them to trust people again, but with great faith, prayers, support, and time, I hope for their healing.

I also applaud the people who work in this field for their perseverance even if the situation becomes too dire throughout the world. They never lose hope and continue the fight.

Campaigns to end human trafficking, and now OSEC, need our support. Report anything suspicious, for it can save a young child’s life. And remember that victims aren’t just female, but can also be male as well.

A Graduation and the Pyramid

I’m still exhausted from yesterday, but nevertheless, another new day to rise up to and live on.

And what happened yesterday was the UP Cebu graduation, wherein JP finally put a cap to his school life (kinda NOT literally…UP sablay just got moved from one shoulder to the other — no caps were present nor thrown). Life awaits him now, and I’d say he’s pumped for it.

I wasn’t graduating. I still have another year at UP Cebu. But seeing all those people finally getting out, like being freed from a really long 18+ year sentence, is something to behold. The music was of utmost help to the celebratory mood as well.

And with the guest speaker being none other than the Hon. Manuel B Villar Jr. founder of Camella Homes and with a speech that focused on entrepreneurship, I was extremely inspired, just as JP was. And for good measure, I voice recorded the whole speech just to have it when I need inspiring the most.

After the graduation, we got a ride to The Pyramid by his uncle. We’d booked a table at the place the night previous to yesterday and I was eager to try out their food.

And as food goes, it was pretty great. Pricey though, with a very limited menu that isn’t very large-gathering friendly. Since 12 people were invited, we needed a lot of food, but with each dish costing around PHP 150+, it would’ve been more ideal if there were more group deals available aside from the Father’s Day special (which we ultimately chose, plus some other dishes).

Since we ordered in advance, I kept a photo of the list:

The corkage fee also isn’t very inviting for cake-essential events since said corkage fee is twice the price of the cake (or outside food) that gets brought into The Pyramid and eaten there. BUT if you want to just take photos with the cake (or other outside food) without eating it, there’s no corkage.

They do sell beautiful cake at the place for PHP 1,000+ a cake.

It WAS a pretty place though, with a great view at night.

They also have a great selection of wine.

In any case, it isn’t much of a place if you’re going for more of a feed-many-people-with-group-deals kind of a place. But if you do want a fancy place for a fancy date (or just have the money to splurge on good expensive food with no budget limit), then this is the place to go, since they do have many great solo meals.

As for being chosen as JP’s graduation dinner venue, it was not bad at all. Quite luxurious actually

Passengers need to be considerate as well

I was running late for a meeting and got Angkas to avoid the traffic I knew was building up at Escario. My rider and I were conversing about all sorts of things and then we landed on his one time experience where a ride was booked on the other side of the street from where he was, but due to traffic rules, he couldn’t just cross over, which was what was requested. The booking was eventually cancelled due to their disagreement.

Mo bati sad unta ang ubang pasahero sa amoa.”

He does what he can to get to his bookings, but he’s still bound to traffic rules and regulations so he won’t lose his main source of income.

Anti-Noise Ordinance not enforced here in Sambag I, Cebu City

One of the things that irk me are when ordinances made in good faith aren’t enforced. And this is certainly a trying case when it comes to the Anti-Noise Ordinance.

That screenshots is from an article entitled “No one

” by Bobit S. Avila.

And from what I’ve read — at 3 frickin’ AM because of loud music from huge speakers posted right outside the gate of our small compound of row houses — Mr. Avila has experienced almost the same thing as me.

It turns out that the Anti-Noise Law in Republic Act. No. 386 has Article 26 that specifically states, “Every person shall respect the dignity, personality, privacy and peace of mind of his neighbors and other persons.” There’s also the law on unjust vexation that states, “The Supreme Court defined unjust vexation as any human conduct which, although not productive of some physical or material harm, would unjustly annoy or irritate an innocent person. The paramount question is whether the offender’s act causes annoyance, irritation, torment, distress or disturbance to the mind of the person to whom it is directed.”

And upon further research, I also found that Cebu City has its own via the article “Enforce Anti-Noise Pollution Measures” by Doris C. Bongcac.

“City Ordinance No. 309, which is an amendment to the city’s anti-noise pollution regulation or Ordinance No. 1940, makes it ‘unlawful for any person to willfully cause loud and disturbing noise through, among other means, the uncontrolled operation of video karaoke sound systems, and other similar sound-producing devices within the City of Cebu, between the hours of 7 p.m. to 5 a.m. of the following day.
The volume of these machines or sound systems shouldn’t be more than 40 decibels.

But as it turns out, these ordinances never seem to be enforced. And with the recent elections, I’m guessing the new barangay captain in Sambag I doesn’t care enough about enforcing this ordinance. Or is even complicit in noise-making.

And this is a video I took at around 2:41AM as proof.

You can’t see much, but that’s because it’s already pretty late and dawn’s about to hit us all soon.

I was startled awake by that very song and considering I’ve been drained from my first full week at internship, I really needed good sleep this weekend. But thanks to these inconsiderate asses living right outside Mya 2 Townhomes, I am now struggling to get back to sleep. Sure, they shut off the music at 3:03 AM, but that’s sleep stolen from me. I consider myself really vexed right now.

I love my sleep and I’m never really out past my bedtime, unless it’s a special occasion (introvert here). I’m a good enough citizen, I hope; hardworking and all. So is there a way to keep these Sambag I noise polluters from doing this again? This has been happening for almost every single day these past two weeks since I’ve arrived from out of town (June 9-24, 2018). If this were a fiesta, which it was at the start since prayers would be held at the chapel nearby in the first few days, this revelry shouldn’t have lasted this long.

I really abhor inconsiderate and selfish jackanapes.

#CebuCity #Cebu #Philippines

P. S. Also, fiestas are overrated. Wasting money for food that’ll bring health issues and getting wasted with this bloody tagay culture (of even more senseless waste that also lead to health issues) are all a contradiction to what fiestas are meant to be about. Dedicated to the patron saint, it’s a celebration of that specific saint. Lechon and all the spending done during fiesta is unnecessary. A simple meal with less cholesterol involved would be better for everyone, plus ACTUAL prayers dedicated to the saint.

Update: Around 8AM, their loud music started yet again.