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MANILA - Money sent home by overseas Filipino workers (OFW) reached a
record high in May, but the pace of growth is still slow as the world economy
reels from the crisis. Data from the Bangko Sentral ng Pilipinas (BSP) showed
that remittances grew 3.7% to $1.48 billion in May, the highest since March
2009. The latest figure brings the country's total remittance inflows to $6.98
billion for the first 5 months of the year, a 2.8% growth from $6.79 billion
reached in the same period in 2008. "The stream of remittances from overseas
Filipinos continued to show signs of strength despite lingering global economic
fragilities, providing some basis for cautious optimism regarding steady
remittance levels for 2009," BSP Governor Amando Tetangco said in a statement.
The country's major sources of remittances for the 5-month period were the
United States, Canada, Saudi Arabia, United Kingdom, Japan, Singapore, United
Arab Emirates, Italy, and Germany. The BSP attributed the rise in remittance
inflows to the steady demand for professional and skilled workers and the
expanded access of OFWs and their beneficiaries to a wide range of financial
products and services offered by banks and other financial institutions. Aside
from this, it would be noted that May is traditionally a strong month for
remittances, as this is the month when parents pay the tuition fees of their
children and other beneficiaries. The government continues to give assurances
that jobs overseas remain available to absorb Filipinos looking for employment.
Aside from hiring agreements it signed with Qatar, Saudi Arabia, Canada,
Australia, Japan, and South Korea, the government said it remains focused on job
generation programs to help displaced workers find alternative jobs amid the
economic downturn."It could have been different if Pinoys weren't English-speaking and as adventurous. While some of us would from time to time pause and curse for all the plagues imperialism and capitalism has brought on the lot of pockets on this earth, the majority of Pinoys already have cultured a trust to westerners and other nationalities that he would actually deny to some of his fellow Pinoys.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Thank you
It's not everyday that a nobody thanks the USA. And today, I do say "Thank you USA" for occupying the Philippines. Because of the late 1800 occupation of America, the Philippines today remain resilient to the financial crisis that has been alarning product-exporting neighbors in Asia.
The news item (from ABS-CBN through Yahoo!) "Remittances hit record high in May; growth still slow" today goes:
Monday, May 11, 2009
This is Long
I went through another "depression" article (again--- like a ritual)... while more than a month back in our "class" reunion, one of my jolliest classmates talked about depression... I joined in claiming I was never clinically diagnosed but it attacked me, and the symptomes were identical (to the ones I heard and read)...
I've never really won over it (it seemed futile each time like, yes, it exists in a separate world other than where people smile and eat and be happy inside shopping malls)... but I have found a way to reduce the attacks --- I get busy and get involved in "other-centered" stuffs, nevermind if they call me nuts (it is better to be laughed at in jest than to drown in a sorrow no one understands, not even when you pretend you do). This time around, I am trying to find ways to raise my fund for school supplies for some kids whose parents cannot afford to buy them even a couple of writing notebooks, ballpen or pencil, and a bag. I'd like to include slippers now. I had 12 kid recipients previously (the past year). It's a little bit more fun to worry about this than to get an "attack". The more I get busy, I can delay the attack. it's been working... for months now... and with my load --- events, 2 promo/marketing plans to lay down, and tens of proposals to send, I better scram.
I've never really won over it (it seemed futile each time like, yes, it exists in a separate world other than where people smile and eat and be happy inside shopping malls)... but I have found a way to reduce the attacks --- I get busy and get involved in "other-centered" stuffs, nevermind if they call me nuts (it is better to be laughed at in jest than to drown in a sorrow no one understands, not even when you pretend you do). This time around, I am trying to find ways to raise my fund for school supplies for some kids whose parents cannot afford to buy them even a couple of writing notebooks, ballpen or pencil, and a bag. I'd like to include slippers now. I had 12 kid recipients previously (the past year). It's a little bit more fun to worry about this than to get an "attack". The more I get busy, I can delay the attack. it's been working... for months now... and with my load --- events, 2 promo/marketing plans to lay down, and tens of proposals to send, I better scram.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Sylvia Plath's Daddy
I was actually reading (or prostituting about) "Lady Lazarus" the self-destructive one, but "Daddy" caught my attention not so much because of its feminist bleah (i strongly am not a feminist, but just am) but because it was a poignant reaction to anti-Nazism. I don't have time to look for academic debates about it, but Daddy is a little girl's reply to a society that despised Aryanism and her German root as a whole. It was a reaction to World History class discussion. It was a child's defence, so here, she killed her dad, so you stop chanting "Nazi! Nazi! Nazi!" you.
It's a bad time to be Filipino, too, when you once belonged to a group that plundered not only innocent donors of tuberculosis medicines but robbed the urban poor. I certainly hope they didn't. Or should I play my end of the game at all? I dreamt of my previous office and a coffin floating... but I sleep better now.
It's a bad time to be Filipino, too, when you once belonged to a group that plundered not only innocent donors of tuberculosis medicines but robbed the urban poor. I certainly hope they didn't. Or should I play my end of the game at all? I dreamt of my previous office and a coffin floating... but I sleep better now.
Monday, April 13, 2009
dilemma
i am not sure... now i know it's me.
probably.
in November 2008, I interviewed a mother and her child. the child had tuberculosis. 4 of the family members had tb. they received initial medications, for a few weeks, or months. i didn;t know exactly. they didn;t know exactly when it stopped or how long it lasted. i uploaded their story in the website where i should upload, as an employee...
and the story is forgotten. so much like unknown, hungry children all over... with tuberculosis.
in December 2008, I interviewed a father, Jose. He had 2 children staying with him. he was sickly, underweight, and had no regular job. His wife died of tuberculosis. When my officemate on field learned about it, he got angry. I never saw him had that kind of rage. he had always been silent.
in january 6, 2009, I made a written report to my local agency about the plight of the child with tuberculosis and her family, about their need to buy medicines because the tb medicines were not delivered. the health coordinator said there had been no problem about the program: they had complete funds. my agency won't answer my question, nor comment any on the report. "Who are you anyway?" asked my agency director. she didn't know about constitutional rights, about the freedom to ask. about democracy. about equality. and i thought i was a freak.
in february 10, I forwarded the report to the "higher" agency... with naive recommendation to reinforce integrity and damn the paper trail that felled giant economies because of credible and highly paid accountants. damn the highly paid accountants. fuck 'em.
in March 28, the local agency director called me for a closed-door meeting. regarding the report, mainly. she said the "delay" of delivery of the tb medicines had been due to the supplier. but i should resign because she didn't want to work with someone like me. she said i was a traitor.
in April 1, I was fired. for a moment, I had been sleepless. i liked the organization. mainly their nature and objectives. but i doubt the local agency. i wasn't born yesterday. i was a private secretary for a CEO, for a local government unit. i am far from naive. i started hating accountants and their type of job since then.
what's wrong with me?
or is it me?
probably.
in November 2008, I interviewed a mother and her child. the child had tuberculosis. 4 of the family members had tb. they received initial medications, for a few weeks, or months. i didn;t know exactly. they didn;t know exactly when it stopped or how long it lasted. i uploaded their story in the website where i should upload, as an employee...
and the story is forgotten. so much like unknown, hungry children all over... with tuberculosis.
in December 2008, I interviewed a father, Jose. He had 2 children staying with him. he was sickly, underweight, and had no regular job. His wife died of tuberculosis. When my officemate on field learned about it, he got angry. I never saw him had that kind of rage. he had always been silent.
in january 6, 2009, I made a written report to my local agency about the plight of the child with tuberculosis and her family, about their need to buy medicines because the tb medicines were not delivered. the health coordinator said there had been no problem about the program: they had complete funds. my agency won't answer my question, nor comment any on the report. "Who are you anyway?" asked my agency director. she didn't know about constitutional rights, about the freedom to ask. about democracy. about equality. and i thought i was a freak.
in february 10, I forwarded the report to the "higher" agency... with naive recommendation to reinforce integrity and damn the paper trail that felled giant economies because of credible and highly paid accountants. damn the highly paid accountants. fuck 'em.
in March 28, the local agency director called me for a closed-door meeting. regarding the report, mainly. she said the "delay" of delivery of the tb medicines had been due to the supplier. but i should resign because she didn't want to work with someone like me. she said i was a traitor.
in April 1, I was fired. for a moment, I had been sleepless. i liked the organization. mainly their nature and objectives. but i doubt the local agency. i wasn't born yesterday. i was a private secretary for a CEO, for a local government unit. i am far from naive. i started hating accountants and their type of job since then.
what's wrong with me?
or is it me?
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Stumbled Upon
Economic crisis is the most gloablly in these past few years. Us from the Third World economies can only observe, or be amused, because it has been here for quite a long time we cannot determine how or when it started, and thank heavens, US and Europe are finally noticing... thanks to globalization.
Existence for the majority of those who can afford the media is almost always limited to where they circulate... They see us (economically challenged) as outsiders, some things to be studied and observed, like rats receiving some newly discovered vaccines, until such time that there is shift of position... but of course, deep in the recesses of our savage nature, we do wish a shift of position... I for one works hard to achieve it... I've actually started to achieve it.
Existence for the majority of those who can afford the media is almost always limited to where they circulate... They see us (economically challenged) as outsiders, some things to be studied and observed, like rats receiving some newly discovered vaccines, until such time that there is shift of position... but of course, deep in the recesses of our savage nature, we do wish a shift of position... I for one works hard to achieve it... I've actually started to achieve it.
Friday, March 13, 2009
bummer
part 1
... and i think of the majority of things i do and see and then ask, "is this all?"
... nasty says "yeah. it's the end. period." talk about tact.
... back when, i'd drown in beer, sleep and wake up with a little hangover, and there's a new day- or old - afternoon with the sorrowful thought of yesterday gone... and i could die any time soon. which made life "sweet".
... it was an easy life, until i tripped... hell i did.
... now there's no backing out.
... today, whenever i had a chance to talk with the young 'uns, i tell them the truth --- which i ignored in my not-so-long-ago prime... prime, whataword... that there's no such thing as "love" between the opposites. or whomever... i read a joke awhile ago... a daughter is divorcing and arguing with her mom who discourages her... so the daughter asked, "and who believes of a great marriage?" and the mother replied, "your dad" or something. and you're supposed to laugh.
jesus. this is pathetic. kidding myself.
... hello... not even a good pizza will cheer me up right now. the kids are busy.
... there was a time nirvana actually cheered me up. or alice in chains... or blind melon's no rain. or runaway train. ...another jesus. sorry. i don't intend to offend your religion.
... i'm probably in a rot.
... most probably.
... and when you're not certain where you are in a rot, matt groening comes to mind. i mean the jews. or the rabbits... the third reich...
...or even ann coulter... and here i am wishing you could google. really.
... i am in a rot and i could not die soon.
part 2
this is supposed to be a letter... back when internet was a pigment of the sci-fi imagination, we had letters... between me and my freak friends. i really had some good freak friends. a load of them. we were fine. we drank a lot of beer.
then, we had fanzines. i supposed freaks only end up in fanzines those days. but we had some fun, and a lot of beer and rock'n roll.
but now, there's blog. thanks a lot internet and broadband and all the people about it.
i don't flow out fine. that's the trouble with me. i think of a lot of things at the same time. good thing I only have two hands, else, the end for all of us could have... sorry, i don't intend to scare the hell of you...
don't worry, I am a pacifist according to personality readers or interpreters. or zodiacs or astrologers. no one wants to read my palm.
...i am only violent in my conscious mind and writing... in them, i have assassinated senators, but not yet a president. and a lot of department heads. and a couple of businessmen... there was one who threatened me, but i have never considered assassinating him. i think a lot before assassinating someone in my mind. so, i am not your gangland trigger-happy even in imagination, no.
... i wish some people would pay me for assassinating senators, government officials and businessmen in my mind... i'm sure as hell coulda' been rich.
... could i have avoided this rot if i am rich?
part 3
my keyboards ... actually, this is not my pc... it's my husband's pc... he's gone out probably drinking and i am lazy as hell to open my pc, so i used his pc...
as i was saying, these keys are crazy... the number keys aren't working, it's why i don't have a parenthesis. i use a lot of parenthesis, to separate one rubbish from the other.
i am a writer.
jesus. i am.
i wonder if one needs to be really good when declaring "i am a writer."
i really get embarrassed a lot of times when people ask me what I do, or that I need to specify what I do.
actually, i wish a lot of times i am a writer.
i probably am not a writer.
well, you won't believe my "return" clients are only those who ordered about "social systems" analysis, "economic analysis", "policy analysis", "US foreign relations" and "corporate social responsibility."
i was happy writing about those. i felt like assassinating senators and some businessmen. some of my clients thought i was an "economist". an economist? it's a joke of course. to amuse myself. i wish i am amused.
... and i think of the majority of things i do and see and then ask, "is this all?"
... nasty says "yeah. it's the end. period." talk about tact.
... back when, i'd drown in beer, sleep and wake up with a little hangover, and there's a new day- or old - afternoon with the sorrowful thought of yesterday gone... and i could die any time soon. which made life "sweet".
... it was an easy life, until i tripped... hell i did.
... now there's no backing out.
... today, whenever i had a chance to talk with the young 'uns, i tell them the truth --- which i ignored in my not-so-long-ago prime... prime, whataword... that there's no such thing as "love" between the opposites. or whomever... i read a joke awhile ago... a daughter is divorcing and arguing with her mom who discourages her... so the daughter asked, "and who believes of a great marriage?" and the mother replied, "your dad" or something. and you're supposed to laugh.
jesus. this is pathetic. kidding myself.
... hello... not even a good pizza will cheer me up right now. the kids are busy.
... there was a time nirvana actually cheered me up. or alice in chains... or blind melon's no rain. or runaway train. ...another jesus. sorry. i don't intend to offend your religion.
... i'm probably in a rot.
... most probably.
... and when you're not certain where you are in a rot, matt groening comes to mind. i mean the jews. or the rabbits... the third reich...
...or even ann coulter... and here i am wishing you could google. really.
... i am in a rot and i could not die soon.
part 2
this is supposed to be a letter... back when internet was a pigment of the sci-fi imagination, we had letters... between me and my freak friends. i really had some good freak friends. a load of them. we were fine. we drank a lot of beer.
then, we had fanzines. i supposed freaks only end up in fanzines those days. but we had some fun, and a lot of beer and rock'n roll.
but now, there's blog. thanks a lot internet and broadband and all the people about it.
i don't flow out fine. that's the trouble with me. i think of a lot of things at the same time. good thing I only have two hands, else, the end for all of us could have... sorry, i don't intend to scare the hell of you...
don't worry, I am a pacifist according to personality readers or interpreters. or zodiacs or astrologers. no one wants to read my palm.
...i am only violent in my conscious mind and writing... in them, i have assassinated senators, but not yet a president. and a lot of department heads. and a couple of businessmen... there was one who threatened me, but i have never considered assassinating him. i think a lot before assassinating someone in my mind. so, i am not your gangland trigger-happy even in imagination, no.
... i wish some people would pay me for assassinating senators, government officials and businessmen in my mind... i'm sure as hell coulda' been rich.
... could i have avoided this rot if i am rich?
part 3
my keyboards ... actually, this is not my pc... it's my husband's pc... he's gone out probably drinking and i am lazy as hell to open my pc, so i used his pc...
as i was saying, these keys are crazy... the number keys aren't working, it's why i don't have a parenthesis. i use a lot of parenthesis, to separate one rubbish from the other.
i am a writer.
jesus. i am.
i wonder if one needs to be really good when declaring "i am a writer."
i really get embarrassed a lot of times when people ask me what I do, or that I need to specify what I do.
actually, i wish a lot of times i am a writer.
i probably am not a writer.
well, you won't believe my "return" clients are only those who ordered about "social systems" analysis, "economic analysis", "policy analysis", "US foreign relations" and "corporate social responsibility."
i was happy writing about those. i felt like assassinating senators and some businessmen. some of my clients thought i was an "economist". an economist? it's a joke of course. to amuse myself. i wish i am amused.
Monday, March 09, 2009
Wikipedia Editor
I am a regular Wikipedia user and I can't believe one day when I received this message while browsing through its pages...
In summary, it alleged I:
In summary, it alleged I:- vandalised "Communication" according to Rror
- provided personal analysis to "Gormiti" according to Piano non troppo
- unconstructive editing to "Forrest Gump" according to Quantumobserver
I've read about bots (or whatever) and Russian espionage retirees that now populate the etherwolrd or whatever world we have now... and I am almost overwhelmed to receive an alien of accusation from the Wikipedia editors themselves. lol. I am grinning from ear to ear although I am aware how big a catastrophe their talents could wrought... first to my credit card and person. In reality, I am a bit scared. I have not set off, literally, from my small venture, and here's my pc invaded by aliens of higher intelligence. This is not, however, my personal computer. I rather want to call that Asus laptop my pc because it's been programmed to be rebooted from time to time for reasons of both capacity and security.
It was my first time to encounter Gormiti. I mean, who the hell cares about Gormiti if they are freaks? I am also a freak, but I'd rather not be a Gormiti. Or that they are "defencless". (Pardon me, I use the wikipedia for easy referencing, although it really freaks me to read "India" British English on most of its pages, which are sometimes unintelligible or something-OK, it could be me). Or about Forrest Gump. Of course I envy its success, but I don't even like the actor. And "communication"? (I'm snickering like an idiot). I am a self-centered schizo who can't even handle my own, so why would I bother myself with such a massive word?
Now, my problem is about opening a convo with these editors to rectify (as if there's one to) these allegations. For all I know, my kids could have done 'em... (I can only wish). In truth, this is an SOS.
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