Alas, after four days of twisting and turning, and cursing at Meralco’s sucky service, power has returned to my corner of Silang, Cavite. (It used to be “my corner of Cavite” but since our bloc was the last to have its electricity restored – our beloved town mayor and his close neighbors got theirs two days ago – talk about who’s in charge eh?) I’m back online and I can’t believe how much mail – both important and junk – I have to sift through.
Times like these make me reconsider my future plans and opt to get myself a laptop in the near future before getting a brand new mobile phone. (My sturdy, and rock-solid Nokia 3530 has already shown signs it wants to retire.) Of course all these would largely depend upon my financial status and how well I’m at ease with my relatives. Maybe I should orchestrate a grand plan to convince my parents and godparents to finally get me a laptop this coming Christmas? Hmm…decisions…decisions…(evil grin)
I’ve often heard and read that life – some things in it – are a matter of trade-off; I may have been agonizingly unable to get online for the past 4 days thanks to the world-class (you wish!) service of the commercial power monopoly that is Meralco, I was able to catch up on my offline reading. I wasn’t only able to catch up, I was able to finish reading all the new books I bought last month. In the span of that 4 days of living life to the basics, thanks to Ambeth Ocampo and his Bones of Contention: The Bonifacio Lecture, I finally understood the origins of the term ‘Filipino‘ and why Andres Bonifacio has always referred to his fellow Katipuneros as “Tagalogs” some hundred years ago when the Philippine nation was born – right before it was sacked and perverted by Uncle Sam which is another story.
The rumors that President Ramon Magsaysay was the ‘American boy’ were confirmed and brightfully illustrated to me by Renato Constantino’s “The Philippines: The Continuing Past” even though by the time I got to that part of his brilliant and timeless book, it was already dark for it was late in the afternoon. Now I wonder if it is really too late for the country and our people to be truly independent to chart our own destiny or as the late great Ka Pepe Diokno would have it, free to sing our own song.
Finally, now I understand and fully appreciate why the Man-blog came in to existence. Butch Dalisay’s “Man Overboard: Essays by, for and of the smart Filipino male” drives home the point right in the bull, or would I rather say, carabao’s eye. If you want to know the difference between ‘Beards and birds’, appreciate the value of ‘barkada’ – both the special bunch and the word itself, and understand your ‘life according to spam’; I suggest picking up a copy for yourself in case another storm blows in knocks the crap out of the grid or for some strange reason you can’t get online to read the Man-blog. Trust me, it will be worth your time while you wait for a miracle or Meralco to work its magic.