Novels and other reading materials, according to Philippine’s Undersecretary of Finance Espele Sales, are not educational materials.
As a book lover myself and an advocate of not making a fool out of ourselves especially if we are in a position of public trust, there are a number of things that I would want to call this woman.
I don’t know where this government official finished school; from where she came from, they probably relied on oral narratives to transmit the lessons to their pupils, which is not a bad thing in itself. However, it is clear that Espele Sales missed out on a lot of things, especially when it comes to interpreting matters of laws and mandates and international treaties.
I usually have no bone of contention for particular members of the government. My brand of angst against anything related to the government is over the way Continue reading
Been waiting for the right time to flaunt my bragging rights. I guess this is no longer a premature moment to dance a jig and take out that magnum of Dom.
There are two reasons for my camp to celebrate right now. Continue reading
Living in Cubao usually brings on a degree (or two) of stress for me.
Now, as memories washed over me day in and out, there are so much that I remember, and I wish I was old enough then to have the power to undo some of those “atrocities.”
I remember that, when I was a kid, the house in Cubao always had food on the round dining table, ready for anybody who cared enough to sample the dishes, from 5 AM to 10 PM. ‘Tis no joke; one of my aunt-grandmothers took it upon herself to do the cooking and the bi-weekly marketing at the nearby Nepa Q Mart.
The dishes on the table, as I recall, were replaced according to the time of the day, more frequent than what happens at Aslan’s Table at the beginning of the end of the world (read the Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of the Dawn Treader to have an idea of what I’m talking about).
The whole thing ran like clockwork, and one had the feeling of being feted in a hotel’s Continue reading