6.30.2008
Haciendera and Poor Yaya
I grew up with my grannies who owns around 30 heactares of farm lands located in Misamis Oriental(planted with coco,a kind of coconut that have red trunk as i called they called limbahon )mangoes , lanzones, almost all kinds of fruits and thousands of livestocks . when i was young i did not pay much attention to how rich could us be for i still went to a public school and mingle with the kids which my Aunts called Low class people. Everytime i went to the barrio plaza to play with the kids i always have my yaya with me. and when my Aunt knew about it my yaya covers me af if i was her own daughter. I did not even cared to thank her that time ( if only i could turn back the time). Everytime i went playing with the other kids, my Yaya would said: MGA BATA MO, AYAW MO PANGHAGAD UG DULA SA MGA HACIENDERAS (DONT PLAY WITH THE HACIENDERAS). when i asked her what is hacienderas? she told me "mga taong buotan" ( good people).
One day we went to the town market which is an hour ride from the farms or shall i say it Hacienda. It was an akward trip because along the way to the market i saw people murmuring, some were in panic. I could feel my Yayas hand grip tighter and then i heard Gun shots.. Bang!! bang!!!boom... i have to run, no i have to hug yaya.. where's yaya? somebody grab me from behind then i heard screaming, i heard another gunshots and i heard nothing..
i woke up in a hospital the next day. familiar faces came into my sights. there was my Tatay and Nanay whom been away for thier work that i couldint really tell what. then my Oyong (grandpa) and oyang (grandma). I wasnt hit by the bullet but i collapsed so the people brought me to the Hospital. i asked them where's my nanny (yaya). they said shes alright and shes at home resting..
I never saw my Yaya after that..
In School they told me that my Yaya and her boyfriend which was a member of the New Poeples Army (NPA) run away that time we went to the market.. I recieved a letter from her 5 years after. she told me that shes alright and she just gave birth to a girl.. she also send me picture or her and her family addressing me as her only haciendera. ( she meant good person though she cant really fool me now for i know the real meaning of it).
6.29.2008
Beaches for Sale in Davao and Samal
I love the Beach in fact ive spent almost quarter of my freetime roaming beach line, swimming and talking to or integrating to the community near some Paradise.. Sometimes they told me or ask if i am interested in buying a piece land or beachline there for the will give it to me for a very very low price.. Pursuing not to disappoint i said im going to take a look and see if i have the money to buy. here are some of my collections.
1. Samal Island,Babak - 5000 sqm, 72 m, frontage . good for rest houseeee. planted w/ coco. P3 Million Philippine Peso.
2. Samal Island Kaputian - 16 has 140 m beachfront, white beach, Spring water. facing Davao city P3 M
3. Samal Island, Babak - 3 has 150 sqm beachfront. WHITE SAND facing Davao city P4.5M/has
4. Talicud - 1 has 42 M frontage, WHITE SAND P 4 M
5. Talicud - 2 has 68 M frontage WHITE SAND P 6 M
6. Babak, Samal Island - 1.5 hass. facing Comval Province P8 M
7. Pinaaplata, Samal - 45 has planted w/ coco, negligible number of mango, P 2 M/ per hectare
please contact reva 09095117334. URGENT!!
note: there are many many beaches for sale, Agriland, HOuse and lot in Davao that i am selling.. feel free to contact me.
6.27.2008
Person not a Woman!
Several months ago, I was walking at the times beach shore with my sister Maya. It was an awkward walk, because that time, she insisted her strong opinions about the third sexuality, and not only did her opinions differ radically from mine, she tended to express her opinions in ways that left no room for other ideas. I'm amazed that some people never take a moment to acknowledge that their way of looking at the world is not the only way.
At one point, she leaned over to me and said, "You know Ate bing, who drives me crazy? Ate Aning …( Anne Abanto, my former Classmate in Philippine Science High School)."
And me, I'm thinking: "Aning? Aning is one of the sanest members in UP MIn SAGADA (UP third sex community). How can she drive you crazy?"
My Sister continued: "She's always talking about Thirdness. About being neither male nor female. But the way she presents herself is totally female."
And I started to wonder if she really understood thirdness. And as I started to think through the false assumptions that she'd made about thirdness, I started to realize that I've fallen into some mistaken thoughts about third sex.
A few months ago, I was talking to someone I know about my ideas of gender. I was advocating the idea that it would be best for the greater third community if we could all exemplify the idea of third gender. MY point:
I don't have a problem with people choosing an appearance, a behavior, a mode of dress and presentation that fit in to mainstream notions of gender. I wish there were fewer, and I question people a lot on why they choose mainstream gender presentations -- I even evangelize. But it's not my place to tell people that they have to change; that'd be the height of arrogance.
Thirdness behavior, whatever its form, forces society to deal with questions that it largely glosses over: just what do you mean when you say 'man' or 'woman'?
The Prostitutes at Quirino Street whispering “Sir Shine?... This does very little to challenge gender roles.
Let me state for the record that I now regret the way that I've stated all this stuff
About thirdness. I still think that thirdness is an important concept, but I think about it quite differently, now.
I think that my sister Maya words are very important, here. She says
I know I'm not a man -- about that much I'm very clear, and I've come to the conclusion that I'm probably not a woman either, at least not according to a lot of people's rules on this sort of thing. The trouble is, we're living in a world that insists we be one or the other -- a world that doesn't bother to tell us exactly what one or the other is.
For me, the key idea in Maya’s words is the phrase "not a woman …according to a lot of people's rules on this sort of thing." Maya has subsequently made a lot of talking about the performative nature of gender but I want to think about the relationship between "realness" of gender and "social construction" of gender.
When I advocate thirdness, I frequently come into conflict with people who tell me that they their gender is clearly, unambiguously female or clearly, unambiguously male. That's been a tricky thing to deal with, because although I don't really believe in second-guessing other people's identities, I think that there's stuff that those people are overlooking.
Recently, I've compared a concversational statemenbt of our Administrative Officer Beatriz de Vera “Betty” who told me that she cannot imagine whats going on on a head of a lesbian. That maybe Third People have direct knowledge about their gender: not a socially-constructed notion of gender, but a straight-forward "I know there is something inside my head that says 'female'." Ang babae murag lang gyud ug barkada para sa akoa! Mo-appreciate man ko ug babae pero kanang u look up with them na as if you wanted to be like them. Lahi ra gyud ang lalake.. Says Ate Betty one afternoon on our way to her house.
And, y'know, I hear that thing inside my head, too. I know that there's some essential identification of femaleness that's always been there -- that's always been felt. Kung gipanganak ko nga Lalake, Bayot siguro ko, as I agree with ate Betty.
Unfortunately, if you asked me to explain or make sense of that gendered identity, I'm unable to. I don't really believe the biological theories of gender even if I always acted like everything has a Science Explanation and always fpought with ester, nor Weng about it. And I can't equate a gender-specific social role with gender identity either.
There’s that thing in my head that says, "you are a woman." You loved dress, you loved hgh heels, and the everlasting color pink.. How do I talk about that?
Just now I come into conclusion that male-to-female lesbians "are not women. They are deviant males.". Similarly, Gays are not men, but rather (deviant) women
But I did respectd my sweet sister Maya , my coworker Angie and to other third sex peeps.
At one point, she leaned over to me and said, "You know Ate bing, who drives me crazy? Ate Aning …( Anne Abanto, my former Classmate in Philippine Science High School)."
And me, I'm thinking: "Aning? Aning is one of the sanest members in UP MIn SAGADA (UP third sex community). How can she drive you crazy?"
My Sister continued: "She's always talking about Thirdness. About being neither male nor female. But the way she presents herself is totally female."
And I started to wonder if she really understood thirdness. And as I started to think through the false assumptions that she'd made about thirdness, I started to realize that I've fallen into some mistaken thoughts about third sex.
A few months ago, I was talking to someone I know about my ideas of gender. I was advocating the idea that it would be best for the greater third community if we could all exemplify the idea of third gender. MY point:
I don't have a problem with people choosing an appearance, a behavior, a mode of dress and presentation that fit in to mainstream notions of gender. I wish there were fewer, and I question people a lot on why they choose mainstream gender presentations -- I even evangelize. But it's not my place to tell people that they have to change; that'd be the height of arrogance.
Thirdness behavior, whatever its form, forces society to deal with questions that it largely glosses over: just what do you mean when you say 'man' or 'woman'?
The Prostitutes at Quirino Street whispering “Sir Shine?... This does very little to challenge gender roles.
Let me state for the record that I now regret the way that I've stated all this stuff
About thirdness. I still think that thirdness is an important concept, but I think about it quite differently, now.
I think that my sister Maya words are very important, here. She says
I know I'm not a man -- about that much I'm very clear, and I've come to the conclusion that I'm probably not a woman either, at least not according to a lot of people's rules on this sort of thing. The trouble is, we're living in a world that insists we be one or the other -- a world that doesn't bother to tell us exactly what one or the other is.
For me, the key idea in Maya’s words is the phrase "not a woman …according to a lot of people's rules on this sort of thing." Maya has subsequently made a lot of talking about the performative nature of gender but I want to think about the relationship between "realness" of gender and "social construction" of gender.
When I advocate thirdness, I frequently come into conflict with people who tell me that they their gender is clearly, unambiguously female or clearly, unambiguously male. That's been a tricky thing to deal with, because although I don't really believe in second-guessing other people's identities, I think that there's stuff that those people are overlooking.
Recently, I've compared a concversational statemenbt of our Administrative Officer Beatriz de Vera “Betty” who told me that she cannot imagine whats going on on a head of a lesbian. That maybe Third People have direct knowledge about their gender: not a socially-constructed notion of gender, but a straight-forward "I know there is something inside my head that says 'female'." Ang babae murag lang gyud ug barkada para sa akoa! Mo-appreciate man ko ug babae pero kanang u look up with them na as if you wanted to be like them. Lahi ra gyud ang lalake.. Says Ate Betty one afternoon on our way to her house.
And, y'know, I hear that thing inside my head, too. I know that there's some essential identification of femaleness that's always been there -- that's always been felt. Kung gipanganak ko nga Lalake, Bayot siguro ko, as I agree with ate Betty.
Unfortunately, if you asked me to explain or make sense of that gendered identity, I'm unable to. I don't really believe the biological theories of gender even if I always acted like everything has a Science Explanation and always fpought with ester, nor Weng about it. And I can't equate a gender-specific social role with gender identity either.
There’s that thing in my head that says, "you are a woman." You loved dress, you loved hgh heels, and the everlasting color pink.. How do I talk about that?
Just now I come into conclusion that male-to-female lesbians "are not women. They are deviant males.". Similarly, Gays are not men, but rather (deviant) women
But I did respectd my sweet sister Maya , my coworker Angie and to other third sex peeps.
6.26.2008
Wasted Heaven
I was just invited as part of the KWAKNETZ association for a day tripping in Samal Island, Davao City. I was so excited for at least since 1998 during i could once again visit the old beautiful and tantalizing areas which i considered HEAVEN where we used to have picnics with my family.
We arrived at the junction of Samal and later then arrived at the exact place where we used to fish and play at the healthy corals. I saw newly opened two stores who may be doing business as I saw one corn thresher along the road. It seems that business middlemen started encroaching the nearby shores.
Being a photographer by training, i took shots of the nature and the terrains we passed by. Upon arrival, I took several photos with the trash scattered that are already present in the community. It was very alarming because even the water, it used to be so blue, now it have the touch of brown. My heart brakes in getting shots with sun-setting overshadowing the mountains of course walking along the ridges. It was the only beautiful spots or view that left.
The place i once called Heaven is now wasted.
In the end, were it not the usual cracking of jokes by my friends that makes our day tripping travel lighter, it would have been a tiring one and heartbreaking. I just made myself available as a center of jokes to appease us. The travel was worth learning.
We arrived at the junction of Samal and later then arrived at the exact place where we used to fish and play at the healthy corals. I saw newly opened two stores who may be doing business as I saw one corn thresher along the road. It seems that business middlemen started encroaching the nearby shores.
Being a photographer by training, i took shots of the nature and the terrains we passed by. Upon arrival, I took several photos with the trash scattered that are already present in the community. It was very alarming because even the water, it used to be so blue, now it have the touch of brown. My heart brakes in getting shots with sun-setting overshadowing the mountains of course walking along the ridges. It was the only beautiful spots or view that left.
The place i once called Heaven is now wasted.
In the end, were it not the usual cracking of jokes by my friends that makes our day tripping travel lighter, it would have been a tiring one and heartbreaking. I just made myself available as a center of jokes to appease us. The travel was worth learning.
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Photos taken from Siargao Island : A Dream Paradise
These are some of my photos i took in Siargao Island
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