They Paved Paradise (Part 3 Occupy SM!)

maylingrosito:

And so the rally ensued..taking it to the streets—and all the way back to SM

The Green Man :)

Face off! DSLR vs Iphone 3G.haha! that’s my friend Tann (the girl)

Father Myke Abaya Sotero of the LGBT community.

Iwagayway!

Spotted cute longboarders/musicians in the rally *me gusta*

Magtibay on bongos

my instructor (and former neighbor and barkada) raises a fist, unfortunatley he raised the left one.haha.fail (my other instructor Ma’am Kat laughs at him)

the crowd settles in front of SM

when I saw this, all I was thinking was—man.shit just got real!

Save the tress, Save Baguio

What seemed like a futile endeavor was proven otherwise. I officially commend my “Online Stalking” skills.

Run, Forest, Run

Scurry off with your roots away from the ground.

I did not misspell Forrest. It is obvious that I took the famed quotation from the movie ‘Forrest Gump’, modified it to specifically point to another kind of Forrest — the green one with a single ‘r’.

The vision of living in ‘green world’ seems to be in a blur, the sad reality of the seeing wooden trunks turn into concrete pedestal is gracing the city’s horizon. The impending threat remains to haunt the mountain city’s lush greenery.

The cyberspace and other forms of media are all ablaze, rattling about an issue that could possibly push the Reproductive Health Bill down the gutter: the uprooting of 182 trees in the City of Baguio.

An ‘extension project’ of a business establishment is in the works. Of course, nothing falls right in the palm of your hands. You gain one, you lose another. In this case, 85 alnus and 97 pine trees are set to get their necks wrapped around a noose.

The trees are subject to earth-balling. That in itself is not a surefire way of survival for the trees. It’s practically cutting off a plant’s life-support, leaving the victims yearning for life. The company promised a 1:30 ratio, adding another 10 to standard rules. However, we should look at the number of years one needs to grow not the number one has to be replaced with.

Although the company assures an eco-friendly project. The stench of disbelief still assails the mountain city’s nostrils. While many sectors of the city remain tight-lipped, the constituents of Baguio are on full-blast to stop the mass murder of these trees.

Environmentalist or simply concerned inhabitants of the City of Pines lashed jarring opinions through social media. That is a sign that we, the people, are ready to stand beside our leafy pals. That we, the people, are ready to protect the things that made Baguio City, the Baguio City. That we, the people, are watching, listening, and willing to step up and take a stand. Because 182 is not just 182.

It is certain that our city is entering another realm of capitalism. Greedy hands work hand in hand to tip the scale of nature and business, eyeing another kind of ‘green’.

Whatever the outcome may be, I still hold on to little rays of hope left. The already deteriorating environment will again face an unruly blemish that will not only affect the ecosystem but the people and the city as well.

Hair: A 2nd Degree Murder Victim

I asked for a simple trim so that the sides won’t irritate my ears. At first, it looked ‘alright’ then the barber went all Edward Scissorhands and Sweeney Todd on my hair. He went mad, I tell you! Clump after clump he grazed through my scalp leaving about half an inch on both sides.

The floor contained all the evidence needed to prove the murder. Lying on the ground breathless, lifeless.

I now look like I have a sidecut/undercut which was not my intention.

I feel like Samson with his hair chopped off: weak, drained and all. How will I face my classmates tomorrow?

Third Trimester

First day of the Third Trimester on Wednesday. I need to hijack my brain’s sleeping functions and get me school-ready by then. Unless you didn’t know, I sleep at 2 or 3 in the morning and wake up at 11 or 12, sometimes even later.

Again, my schedule from Monday to Saturday starts at 7:30 AM. I guess I’m going to greet my classmates old and new with my profound morning-grouchiness and baggy eyes that will question the breadth (and color) of blackholes.

My majors peppered with Journalism, Interpersonal Communication and Broadcasting with the spritz of General Psychology and Art Appreciation will without a doubt, make this trimester a dragging one.

May the mercy of any superior being be bestowed unto.

Change is coming: Move On, Let Go...Not!

pinagiisipanpabayan:

If there’s something I would not be able to move on with, that would be The Brewrats’ demise in the airwaves. Just like the more than 200,000 people who liked their page (and I am sure there are more, the late Ronald Labadlabad included), I must admit that I had …

Sick of reading nonsensical University bickering.

Begone!

Not just another Friday.

Sorry to disappoint you but this is not one of those ‘OMQZ-I-haz-Bad-Luck’ posts.
Friday the 13th actually treated me well and even contrasted the dreaded popular belief.

Remember my Feature-Writing ordeal?
Well what do you know, I won 4th place! I’ll be competing against other writers in the Luzon-wide Press Conference to be held this February at Bataan. A pleasant way to start the third trimester, and finally something to look forward to!

Believe it or not, it’s actually my first time to leave the mountain city for some place other than Manille.

Sheer surprise filled my insides. I never expected to place in the top 5. I guess the judges liked something about my piece, ha ha! I still cannot believe that stroke of ‘luck’.

And yes, I wore my favorite and what I deem ‘lucky’ ensemble. I think I wore and posted photos of me wearing this outfit countless of times. I already hear you thinking such putrid things like “He has nothing else to wear” or “He thinks it’s so fab,” and whatnot.

Plus, The Alternative, our school’s official student publication was hailed Over-All Champion in the Cordillera Administrative Region, bagging top awards in the individual and group categories.

Today was quite a day. Ergo, the 13th landing on a Friday is nothing but a fat hoax.

Yes, I try hard to perfect my “surprised face.”

Having ‘I-should’ve-wrote-about-that-yesterday’ moments

Please refer to this post.
Results are out tomorrow. I am losing grip of the little rays of hope.