Monday, July 21, 2014

Understanding the Philippine's Power Supply Chain, at bakit wala kaming kuryente eh hindi naman binagyo ang poste sa tapat ng bahay namin

I know the lack of electricity for the past days can be very inconvenient for those of you whose lives seemingly depend on your gadgets, appliances and social media presence, but as much as I would like to respect your right to complain as paying consumers (and tolerate this human technological dependence), I cannot stand to keep my silence as you go on expressing your unenlightened and uninformed criticisms in anger. It pains me to read comments like these on Social Media:

It pains me not because they are true but because it’s sad how so many do not understand (and refuse to understand) how the power supply chain works. What is even more frustrating is, the less people know where electricity essentially comes from, the more they condemn the system. Doesn’t that make your criticisms and rants invalid?

Having witnessed the recent surge of consumer anger toward Distribution Utilities (such as Meralco and Local Electric Coops) due to the power outage caused by typhoon Glenda, I am making it my personal mission to enlighten and educate everyone about the basics of our country's power supply chain – in an attempt to address complaints. 

Many have attempted to explain it through various mediums but the masses (even the elites) seem to still have not picked it up – maybe because it’s hard to understand or they refuse to understand, I don’t know. I’ve been a basher and hater in the past as well, but after working in the power industry for the past months and trying to understand the system, I now know better than to complain and post angry unenlightened comments (like, p*tangina mo Meralco ibalik mo kuryente namin!) on cyberspace.

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Solo in Siem Reap: Day 3

Note: This post should be able to answer the most recent recurring question in my inbox, "If you were solo backpacking/traveling alone, how the hell did you take all those self-portraits?!"
On my third day in Siem Reap, I decided to visit Banteay Srei, a 1.5-2 hr drive from Angkor Wat, first thing in the morning. I hired a tuk-tuk driver to pick me up from my hotel at 6:00 AM and bring me to every temple I point in my map for $40. 
All alone with only a map in my hand and the tuk-tuk driver who can barely understand English, I set forth to Banteay Srei passing by several Cambodian villages, monks walking barefoot on the sidewalk and friendly Khmers - mostly children biking to school or parents bidding farewell to their children.
The tuk-tuk driver wasted no time in taking me to Banteay Srei, making the journey swift despite the long road. The soil is deep orange, a lovely contrast to the green that surrounds it. 
I planned to get some sleep on the way but the unfiltered 360-degree view of Cambodia's countryside and the cold wind of the morning brushing against my bare skin kept me awake (with a slight headache) the entire travel. 

Friday, July 11, 2014

The truth behind the squares

My life (this month), according to Instagram. :p
I've found my new go-to pick-me-upper (next to The Catcher in the Rye), in David Levithan's The Lover's Dictionary. You had me at the first sentence, David.

Monday, July 7, 2014

Solo in Siem Reap: Angkor Wat

I FINALLY finished filtering and processing the rest of my Day 2 photos in Siem Reap, Cambodia, which leaves me with 3 days and 1,500 more shots to go. :x

Monday, June 30, 2014

A new state of wreck

How do you know your goals in life? Do you wake up one morning and realize you’re meant to be an ambassador, a great chef, a world-renowned painter, a defender of truth? Is there a test you can take to point you to your life’s true direction? How do you guys do it? How do you figure your life out?!

Someone asked me what my dream is and I couldn’t honestly find the answer within me, no matter how much I tried and badly wanted to sound clever. I wanted to say I want to be successful. A successful what? A successful person! But in terms of what? I honestly don’t know yet.  

 “You should have a goal in life,” my friends told me. Everything I do today must be steps toward achieving my goals. The problem is, I don’t have MAJOR specific goals in life. For one, I just want to have a simple and happy life (which ironically isn’t as simple as it sounds).

I want to have my own business. What business? I don’t know yet, but I’ve had this proposition since I was in highschool about a business that momentarily addresses our country’s perturbing weather during the hot season. A store that sells everything and anything cold or has the capacity to eradicate heat and appease the sweating masses – aircon, electric fan, ice candy, ice cream, inflatable pool, ice cubes, all in one roof. It’s ridiculous but I’m holding on to that idea, which will remain an idea until I have enough moolah to waste.

They said “aim high, dream big” so here is my next goal: I want to be rich. I want to be so damn rich that I wouldn’t have to work my ass off on an 8-5 job. So rich that I can travel the world anytime I want without worrying if I still have a job to come back to.

But how do I achieve this seemingly unrealistic goal? Take as many jobs as I can? Work my ass off every chance I get? Will that make me happy? That would just make me tired and restless! I wouldn’t even trust myself with more money than I need – not with my non-existent accounting skills, to be honest. 

I want to be significant to other people. Then again, what others feel toward me is no longer up to me to decide or control.

I want to be passionate about my job, or more importantly, I want to have a job that I can be passionate about and gives me self-fulfilment… but as the years come by, I grow more fearful that there may be no such thing. That a self-fulfilling job is a myth, and everyone is unhappy with their job – but not everyone has the humility to admit it. More and more, the reality that we have become slaves of money sinks in, because at the end of the day, we still have bills to pay.

Setting aside my parents’ expectations of me, I want to take meaningful photos and write meaningful stories. I want to know what makes the ordinary person special and worth listening to. I want to travel to places the common tourist wouldn’t be excited to set foot on. Can that be my goal in life? To find meaning in ordinary things - and be successful at that?

Oh but I have bills and rent to pay, I reckon. 


Confused and puzzled (confuzzled), I wrote this on the night that I left for Cambodia... and I came back semi-confident with an answer. The answer being, you don't always have to have an answer. I could be wrong but hey, it's still an answer.