Reading From Cover To Cover

Papa’s favorite newspaper is The Daily Tribune, a very “thin” newspaper. His favorite columnist is, of course, its editor-in-chief and publisher, Ninez Cacho-Olivares. But today, after going to the market with Mama, he brought home a copy of The Philippine Daily Inquirer, a very “thick” newspaper.

Like most broadsheets, the Inquirer has plenty of pages. I usually read only a few news items, commentaries, and articles. But to make me feel the money was well spent, my eyes scan the whole pile of papers, going through all those bold letters (especially those of the headlines) and creatively designed fonts and advertisements (I love reading ads). Sometimes, of course, I skip the first or last phrases in the title, even though I’ve got four long-ranged eyes. This is how I economically read newspapers from cover to cover.

Today’s paper is particularly interesting.

Mass for Mama Mary
Vying for viewers “extreme” attention
Daniel Radcliffe evolves…

Iran’s president offers to broker…
Obama open to Iran meeting
13 injured…
Brain-eating amoeba
Condoms for arthritis
The Volvo Advantage
PH seeks more tourists… Continue reading


These Cell Phone Days

Being accustomed to a life of simplicity since childhood, my parents don’t take much interest in computers and the Internet. But they love their cell phones and text messaging.

Mama stays at home, while Papa, ever the workaholic, goes to his nearby rocky farm twice a week. So the cell phone became a pleasantly “indispensable” tool, despite the fact they have only a handful of contacts. They have “more” textmates than I do, though.

Sometimes they would ask me some things about their cell phones, and I would happen to see some of their messages. I noticed they called each other “Sweetheart.” Like: “Sweetheart, what are you doing now? I’m eating your favorite corn here.” “Sweetheart, sorry for this late text. I went to Shopwise.”

But at home they just call each other “Hey.” Like: “Hey, did you see my shirt? I just put it here.” “Hey, don’t forget your umbrella.” Continue reading

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In Greed We Trust

In politics there is nothing new under the sun. In Greed We Trust, and we are too schemingly intelligent to trust any other. It is rather agreed upon, albeit unconsciously (but more so, quietly), that it is The System; and any running system, no matter how ill-functioning (esp. in the moral sense), is simply dismissed as It has always been that way. Now we have bred a culture of passivity.

Greed takes various forms and shapes and sizes, and it is quite blasphemous, politically—and to a great extent, despicably horrifying—to mention what transpires under the table. It is as horrifying as discovering what transpires in your own bedroom, if you’ve been “happily” married, while you’re away to provide your family the comforts of life and your spouse is having an illegal transaction with your neighbor—not under the table but under the bed, figuratively. And it is as economically blasphemous when facts point to you as being the one who solely purchased—and not without much financial effort—the elegant queen-sized bed, literally. Continue reading