Tribute to a loyal friend
Good night, Mojari.
You were a faithful friend.
I'm thinking of you today.
I thought of you as I awoke.
I thought of you as I drank my coffee.
I thought of you in the shower.
I'm still thinking of you now.
I hope you're in a better place
Where everything is fair
And people can you treat you well.
At least much better than some of us did.
Good night, Mojari.
Sleep tight.
Friday, June 07, 2002
Thursday, June 06, 2002
"There is no such thing as a homogenized culture. Homogeneity and culture shouldn't be in the same sentence, in the first place."- says me
Globalization blooper:
Nike shot a television spot for hiking boots in Kenya using Samburu tribesmen. As one of the men speaks in his native Maa, the slogan "Just Do it'' comes up as a subtitle on screen. According to Lee Cronk, a University of Cincinnati anthropologist, the translation is less than exact. It seems that the tribesman is really saying ``I don't want these. Give me big shoes.'' Nike spokesperson Elizabeth Dolan admitted to Forbes magazine that the literal translation came as an unpleasant surprise. "We thought nobody in America would know what he said.''
- Media Awareness Network
No issues about vanity and shopping today. Much as I would like to brag about the cool eye candies I just bought, I'd like to write about a very passe' issue. Passe', but important to me, nonetheless. Well, guess what? This mababaw and vain bitch will talk about globalization. Oh, fuck. It's true.
Business people will argue this way: Complete elimination of all trade barriers in the world would add $1.9 trillion (about 5%) to the world’s gross economic product by 2005.
To cut the crap, businessmen (capitalists, more likely) claim that trade liberalization will rapidly yield big economic gains around the world. It is better to focus on a country's competency in terms of trade and industry to improve its productivity and economic growth.
I may know zilch about business, hell, I have to sit down for hours to fix my expenses and financial figures. But I do know this much: no matter how much they harp on the benefits of globalization, the fact remains that most of its proponents ignore the following facts:
- The cost of trade liberalization is steep: unsustainable trade imbalances, short-term capital inflows, growing income inequality, and increasing downward pressures on wages.
- Gone, too, is the consideration for environmental sustainability.
- Globalization more often that not, ignores a lot of humanitarian factors. Episodes of economic crises left people unemployed and poor. Inequality and wage erosion is propagated. Families and communities that have lost their livelihood are left with almost zero option since workers are unable to shift locations or occupations rapidly. The adjustment cost is simply too high.
I am not a hardliner with regards to this globalization issue, but I refuse to believe that globalization is the only way to go. It overrides the fact that there are human beings involved. Not just economics, business and money.
What the hell happened to sustainable development? I say, we have to be careful. Let's just bite what we can chew.
And yes, honey. I did my research.
For more resources on globalization, visit this non-partisan org.
Globalization blooper:
Nike shot a television spot for hiking boots in Kenya using Samburu tribesmen. As one of the men speaks in his native Maa, the slogan "Just Do it'' comes up as a subtitle on screen. According to Lee Cronk, a University of Cincinnati anthropologist, the translation is less than exact. It seems that the tribesman is really saying ``I don't want these. Give me big shoes.'' Nike spokesperson Elizabeth Dolan admitted to Forbes magazine that the literal translation came as an unpleasant surprise. "We thought nobody in America would know what he said.''
- Media Awareness Network
No issues about vanity and shopping today. Much as I would like to brag about the cool eye candies I just bought, I'd like to write about a very passe' issue. Passe', but important to me, nonetheless. Well, guess what? This mababaw and vain bitch will talk about globalization. Oh, fuck. It's true.
Business people will argue this way: Complete elimination of all trade barriers in the world would add $1.9 trillion (about 5%) to the world’s gross economic product by 2005.
To cut the crap, businessmen (capitalists, more likely) claim that trade liberalization will rapidly yield big economic gains around the world. It is better to focus on a country's competency in terms of trade and industry to improve its productivity and economic growth.
I may know zilch about business, hell, I have to sit down for hours to fix my expenses and financial figures. But I do know this much: no matter how much they harp on the benefits of globalization, the fact remains that most of its proponents ignore the following facts:
- The cost of trade liberalization is steep: unsustainable trade imbalances, short-term capital inflows, growing income inequality, and increasing downward pressures on wages.
- Gone, too, is the consideration for environmental sustainability.
- Globalization more often that not, ignores a lot of humanitarian factors. Episodes of economic crises left people unemployed and poor. Inequality and wage erosion is propagated. Families and communities that have lost their livelihood are left with almost zero option since workers are unable to shift locations or occupations rapidly. The adjustment cost is simply too high.
I am not a hardliner with regards to this globalization issue, but I refuse to believe that globalization is the only way to go. It overrides the fact that there are human beings involved. Not just economics, business and money.
What the hell happened to sustainable development? I say, we have to be careful. Let's just bite what we can chew.
And yes, honey. I did my research.
For more resources on globalization, visit this non-partisan org.
Tuesday, June 04, 2002
The best things in life are free...not!
Although I refuse to believe that money makes the world go round, sometimes this maxim, no matter how utilitarian or superficial it is, holds true in a lot of instances.
For one thing, in order to afford the best schools, you would need to shell out a hell lot of money. Well, of course if you''ve got the brains, you can always go to UP. Ahem! However, if you want to go to AIM or get that US-based course, you would, at the very least, need a minimum of ten thousand dollars as education bond. What's up with that?
My friends and I have been going bonkers on how to budget our salaries to afford going to school, to the gym, pay off our credit card debts, spend for our monthly cost of living, yada-yada-yada.
Although most of us (including me), would argue that we need higher pay, I'm also inclined to believe that it's not how much we earn, but how much discipline we've got to save at least 10% of our monthly salaries and stash in our piggy banks. Heck, some people only get 8 kiao a month but they've got a fatter savings account than I do.
Now I'd have to find that discipline to save some of my income and avoid shopping for stuff that always end up at the bottom of my closet.
Hmm.. perhaps I misplaced discipline somewhere in the stash of my shoes and bags.
Although I refuse to believe that money makes the world go round, sometimes this maxim, no matter how utilitarian or superficial it is, holds true in a lot of instances.
For one thing, in order to afford the best schools, you would need to shell out a hell lot of money. Well, of course if you''ve got the brains, you can always go to UP. Ahem! However, if you want to go to AIM or get that US-based course, you would, at the very least, need a minimum of ten thousand dollars as education bond. What's up with that?
My friends and I have been going bonkers on how to budget our salaries to afford going to school, to the gym, pay off our credit card debts, spend for our monthly cost of living, yada-yada-yada.
Although most of us (including me), would argue that we need higher pay, I'm also inclined to believe that it's not how much we earn, but how much discipline we've got to save at least 10% of our monthly salaries and stash in our piggy banks. Heck, some people only get 8 kiao a month but they've got a fatter savings account than I do.
Now I'd have to find that discipline to save some of my income and avoid shopping for stuff that always end up at the bottom of my closet.
Hmm.. perhaps I misplaced discipline somewhere in the stash of my shoes and bags.
Monday, June 03, 2002
Shout out:
Ooops!
I almost forgot.
Happy 28th birthday to The Boyfriend, from your one and only Bitchina.
I hope you liked the present, even though the first one broke before I even got the chance to give it.
I love you.
Okay. Sheesh. Enough of the mush. I bet my friends are already cringing.
Oh well.
Mamatay kayo sa ingget! Hahaha!
Ooops!
I almost forgot.
Happy 28th birthday to The Boyfriend, from your one and only Bitchina.
I hope you liked the present, even though the first one broke before I even got the chance to give it.
I love you.
Okay. Sheesh. Enough of the mush. I bet my friends are already cringing.
Oh well.
Mamatay kayo sa ingget! Hahaha!
It's a Monday
Noo-nee-noo-nee-noo.
I'm still on vacation cum shopping mode. I have gazillions of stuff to do, but let me dilly-dally for several minutes or so to update this thing.
Account of my weekend
Friday night, I went to the famous Terry Selection to buy the red wine I need to bring to ABSi for Mark's despedida. The place was flowing with booze. Since I don't drink beer, I gobbled up the white wine Jovan was serving in the office bar. O ha! San ka nakakita ng white wine na sini-serve sa shot glass!
And since the wine was being poured on those puny glasses, I think I had more than enough. When it was time to finally go to The Boyfriend's apartment, my sobriety was already nowhere with me. So while Jovan, Donna and what's-his-name was making chica inside Chai (Jovan's car with this really distinct odor I can still smell despite the fact that I was more than tipsy), I was already dead silent beside Jovan. No particular reason. Whenever I have more than enough booze, I always fall dead silent.
So there they were, still ranting about this obnoxious Finance personnel (I could still hear them), with matching Jovan complaining that my boyfriend's apartment is too far. And I was staring right in front of me, enjoying the dancing street and traffic lights. Hehehe.
One moral lesson of the story: If you want me to shut up, let me drink up. Hahahaha.
So come Saturday, I was still in The Boyfriend's apartment. Dozing off. In fact, I dozed off the whole day. Got up at 5pm, with my gimmick clothes still on. I didn't even bother to change into one of The Boyfriend's comfy shirts . All I wanted to do was sleep. There goes the Lucena trip I planned with him. So off he went to Lucena. And off I went to sleep.
Sunday was different. Sunday, bloody Sunday. Bloody for my wallet and credit card, that is, as I rummaged to all the Greenbelt boutiques for clothes. And more clothes. These midnight madness and weekend sales really have this hypnotic cum therapeutic effect on stressed Makati folks like me.
And then there goes Monday. Noo-nee-noo-nee-noo. With all the work piled up on my desk, I bet I need another good doze of a shopping spree by the end of the week. :-P
Noo-nee-noo-nee-noo.
I'm still on vacation cum shopping mode. I have gazillions of stuff to do, but let me dilly-dally for several minutes or so to update this thing.
Account of my weekend
Friday night, I went to the famous Terry Selection to buy the red wine I need to bring to ABSi for Mark's despedida. The place was flowing with booze. Since I don't drink beer, I gobbled up the white wine Jovan was serving in the office bar. O ha! San ka nakakita ng white wine na sini-serve sa shot glass!
And since the wine was being poured on those puny glasses, I think I had more than enough. When it was time to finally go to The Boyfriend's apartment, my sobriety was already nowhere with me. So while Jovan, Donna and what's-his-name was making chica inside Chai (Jovan's car with this really distinct odor I can still smell despite the fact that I was more than tipsy), I was already dead silent beside Jovan. No particular reason. Whenever I have more than enough booze, I always fall dead silent.
So there they were, still ranting about this obnoxious Finance personnel (I could still hear them), with matching Jovan complaining that my boyfriend's apartment is too far. And I was staring right in front of me, enjoying the dancing street and traffic lights. Hehehe.
One moral lesson of the story: If you want me to shut up, let me drink up. Hahahaha.
So come Saturday, I was still in The Boyfriend's apartment. Dozing off. In fact, I dozed off the whole day. Got up at 5pm, with my gimmick clothes still on. I didn't even bother to change into one of The Boyfriend's comfy shirts . All I wanted to do was sleep. There goes the Lucena trip I planned with him. So off he went to Lucena. And off I went to sleep.
Sunday was different. Sunday, bloody Sunday. Bloody for my wallet and credit card, that is, as I rummaged to all the Greenbelt boutiques for clothes. And more clothes. These midnight madness and weekend sales really have this hypnotic cum therapeutic effect on stressed Makati folks like me.
And then there goes Monday. Noo-nee-noo-nee-noo. With all the work piled up on my desk, I bet I need another good doze of a shopping spree by the end of the week. :-P
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