Usapang Pangkababaihan lalong laluna pang Pinay sa English kaya o Pilipino, pagsamahin natin ang mga pangarap, pagtingin, pananaw sa mundong ginagalawan natin.
Let's weave a tapestry of our voices, knowledge and dreams. Let's enrich our lives with these treasures.
Capturing the splendour of a Dutch spring season in some photos taken during my visit to Keukenhof this April. Theme for this year: From Russia with Love
"Art is still not where you think you're going to find it."...from the French artist, Patrick Mimran. I was reading it our local papers Koelner-Stadt-Anzeiger featuring the preparation for this year's Art Cologne. Stealing the limelight from this event is the eruption of Eyjafjallajoekull vulcan in Iceland producing tons and tons of ashes in the atmosphere which caused chaos in all European airports and financial loses reaching more than 200 million dollars or 148 million Euro for airline companies per day. I'm wondering what happens to all those expensive airflown papayas and mangoes?
The weather this Friday is sunny but mostly cloudy. Would like to attribute it to the reported gathering of ash covering Western Europe caused by avulcan eruption in Iceland. I remember one news report mentioning that Pinatubo ashes were reaching as far as Munich when it erupted in 1991. Hmmmm, how many extinct volcanoes are there actually in Germany, I wonder.
Was shortly at the city today and got attracted to these colorfully clad girls munching bread in front of this huge bakery in Cologne. They seemed to be preparing for something and I waited. Soon they were spreading their Isomatten/mats. Screaming and whistling followed. I found out that they were candidates for Abitur, the school-leaving examinations for high school in Germany. To celebrate their graduation or finishing school, they planned to hold a five-day impromptu performances on the shopping streets of Cologne. Today was Fitness for fun. Asking some of them if they have especial message or why they are doing the instant shows, the answer was simply they want to have fun. School is over. University life starts soon.
Ordering pasalubongs is now easier...even the last minute pasalubong order is possible with our access to internet and texting possibilities. As hubby was doing a reportage during the Easter week in Wow Country, I was pestering him this time to bring me Pasalubong, not the big travel souvenirs as dust collectors but just heavenly tasting Ube Halaya, a especialty of my elder sister, and the world famous hopyas from Chinatown. It is my third order for hopyas and no one as of writing has been successful in getting them. I heard during my brief visit in Holland that bags are now rigidly controlled, opened and even contents are thrown away which as you could imagine cause so much heartaches for returning Pin@y travellers. A returning Pinay lost the content of her delayed suitcase which I learned later to be packs of tuyo (dried fish) and maybe other intriguingly smelling goodies from the home country. I wonder what happens to such confiscated goodies? Thrown away, feed to the sniffing dogs or brought home as doggie bags by Customs/airport officials and workers who know by now that such smelling goodies could only enrich their taste buds and culinary experience. When the dear "kabiyak ng puso" returned recently from a reportage travel in the Wow Country, he surprised me with packs of Pasalubongs which I religiously reminded him to bring back: my ube halaya (sweet violet yam jam), mangoes and pandisal. There were small packets of dried, mini-mini anchovies, (dilis) dried kamias, some pieces of Kalamansi (native citrus), small heads of native garlic (hubby's most fav travel souvernir in addition to his books), first home-grown papaya from my elder sister who also did this labour of love in preparing the Yam jam, small packets of sampaloc and other Phlippine spices. What a especial treat from hubby who is learning to capitulate to the texting and emailings of wifey for these treasures from the homeland. Forecast this weekend is sunny and with these precious Pasalubongs to enjoy, I would not care if it rains cats and dogs again. Meanwhile, hubby is still sleeping, recuperating from the heroic act as Pasalubong carrier.
In return for his consideration, I think I would let him indulge in his passion for garlic and just bear the garlicky days ahead in our flat. Nope, he also did not get the world famous hopyas from Chinatown. Nabitin na talaga ang hopyas!
...there's a never ending refrain in the return of nature, once reading it but could not remember the author but I sent the greetings to nice friends and social networking contacts adding that whatever beliefs you have, have a nice Easter. As additional blog post, I'm pasting here a short info on what Easter is all about. I thought the word must be lacking in letter N when I was learning English some light years away. It reminds me all the time of a Manang Ester we had, actually two Manang Ester (Manang-older sister)and thought then they had beautiful, meaningful names, Ester. So here's the brief info I found in another sites It is celebrated as the religious holiday commemorating the resurrection of Jesus Christ, the Son of God. Easter is also the time of spring festivals. But the celebrations of Easter have many aspects that are pagan in origin and not associated with Christianity. The name Easter is thought to come from the goddess of mythology "Eastre,". She is associated with spring and fertility. Her festival was celebrated on the day of the vernal equinox. Traditions associated with her festival survive in the Easter Bunny, a symbol of fertility, and in colored easter eggs that were painted with bright colors to represent the sunlight of spring and given as gifts. The Christian celebration of Easter encompasses a number of traditions with emphasis on the relation of Easter to the Jewish Passover. The early Christians, many of whom were of Jewish origin, were brought up in the Hebrew tradition and regarded Easter as a new feature of the Passover festival, a commemoration of the advent of the Savior as foretold by the prophets. Easter is observed on the first Sunday following the full moon that occurs on or following the spring equinox (March 21). So Easter became a feast which can occur as early as March 22 or as late as April 25. Easter is at the end of Lent. The Lent is a period of penitence in preparation for Easter. Lent ends with Easter Sunday, the day of the resurrection of Jesus Christ. http://persiankittens.net/Easter/
My Easter Thoughts Earl J. Prignitz March 31, 2007 The Resurrection is the most important event in the life of the Christian Church! Not the birth of Jesus, nor his ministry, nor his crucifixion are as critical as his Resurrection from the grave. Obviously the Resurrection could not have happened without the previous phenomenons occuring. But without the Resurrection the Church of Jesus Christ would not have survived these many years. That is my conviction and I hold it strongly. I have been convinced of this for many years.
After the crucifixion and burial of their master the disciples were terrified and disconsolate men, hiding fearfully behind barred doors in an upper room in Jerusalem. They trembled at every knock on the door; they feared the same fate that had befallen Him. But after they had been convinced--and they were not easily assured, as the various Resurrection narratives make quite clear-- they were men transformed. Fear was transformed into courage, uncertainty into a strong and radiant faith. Immediatly they were out in the open streets of the city that had dealt so brutally with their master, proclaiming with passion and joy the great salvation that had been wrought through this mighty vindication of His son by the almighty God. The Resurrection has very little to do with spring, except that we celebrate Easter then. There is some symbolism involved in those Easter eggs, in the idea of new life emerging, in the budding of trees and the appearance of flowers, and in the earth's recovering from the death-grip of winter. But the Resurrection is so much more.
The Resurrection is the power of God which raised Jesus Christ from death to life. Ephesians speaks of that power "which He exerted in Christ when He raised Him from the dead and seated Him at His right hand in the heavenly realms..." (Eph 1:20, NIV). That is the Resurrection! It transcends season, and it even by-passes revered religious rites and rituals, because it is centered in the dust and trauma, the blood, sweat, tears, hopes, and dreams of all human existence.
Yes, the Resurrection is the Good News that there is life after death and we can look forward to it with great anticipation. HAPPY EASTER! I am a retired Friends pastor - 93 years of age and a dedicated peace lover. I have been a pacifist for well over 70 years. I spent 39 years of my life in one form of ministry or another in 4 different states. I am now living in Friends Fellowship Community and have been for over 9 years after suffering from two strokes just prior to that. I am married for the second time to a lovely woman named Rosalie.My first wife died in 1996 after we were married for over 61 years. From http://www.americanchronicle.com/articles/view/23159 ****************************************************** Happy Easter whatever your beliefs are.
Philippine Daily Inquirer First Posted 22:07:00 03/28/2010
Filed Under: Government
IT was when Philippine Ambassador to Germany and former foreign secretary Delia Albert received the “Most Outstanding Filipino Woman in Global Diplomacy” award from President Macapagal-Arroyo in ceremonies in Malacañang that she received confirmation, from the President herself, of the swirling rumors. She was being replaced.
The smile-while-I-stick-the-knife-in-your-back announcement was part of a wave of recent presidential appointments, all made despite the election-period ban. Justice Secretary Alberto Agra, himself a new appointee, said there was “nothing irregular” with the latest round of mass hirings and dismissals. In a sense, he was right. Albert’s sudden replacement, together with other secretive appointments such as those involving the National Historical Institute and the National Museum, are in fact characteristic of Ms Arroyo’s management style. The last-minute advice to affected parties, the general lack of transparency (the Senate and House representatives to the board of the National Museum, for instance, were not informed of a key meeting), the strained rationalizations offered after the fact and, above all, the plain lack of courtesy—this recent wave of appointments has the President’s signature down to the last flourish.
The rationalizing of her spokespersons was characteristic too. The Palace had violated the strict protocols that govern diplomatic appointments, in part by skipping certain necessary steps, but all deputy spokesman Gary Olivar could say was: “No, it wasn’t hasty.” And that was that; no elaboration or explanation.
If it wasn’t hasty, why wasn’t Albert told well beforehand, following the usual 60-day recall notice, so that she could prepare for her return and advise the German foreign ministry? If it wasn’t hasty, why did the announcement of her replacement by the 87-year-old taipan Alfonso Yuchengco catch the Department of Foreign Affairs flatfooted? A DFA spokesperson was left to say, awkwardly: “We have learned of Yuchengco’s appointment but we have not received official copy of his appointment. Ambassador Albert stays so far.”
More crucial is the fact of replacement. Why would the Philippines appoint a new ambassador to Germany who can, at most, and assuming all legal obstacles are hurdled, serve for only three months? Yuchengco, the man behind Rizal Commercial Banking Corp. and other business interests, served the country as ambassador, at various times, to Japan, China and the United Nations. But even a diplomat with his experience cannot hope to do anything substantial in a mere three months.
The president of the Union of Foreign Service Officers, Assistant Secretary Vicky Bataclan, expressed her peers’ main concern. “Our beef is that Mr. Alfonso Yuchengco’s appointment is void. There is no Commission on Appointments to confirm his nomination, which is [needed for] the necessary steps, like requesting his agrément from the German government. In any case, all political ambassadors are coterminous with [the President]. This is, thus, a useless nomination to a nonexistent CA, almost void ab initio, if not unconstitutional.”
Like we said, characteristic of the President’s management style.
There is also the matter of the election ban. In the Supreme Court’s most controversial ruling to date, it decided that the President could appoint the Chief Justice even during election season, when the Constitution expressly prohibits appointments except for urgent requirements in the Executive. The President’s latest wave of appointments crashes against the breakwater of this decision (it certainly makes the majority justices even more vulnerable to accusations of being used, whether willfully or naively, by a Machiavellian administration).
Belatedly, administration spokespersons have argued that the latest appointments were all done before March 10, the date the election ban started. But one of those dismissed, Clarence Paul Oaminal, until very recently vice chairman of the Dangerous Drugs Board, gave the lie to the Palace’s party line.
When he was informed of his misfortune, he said, he found out that his dismissal was made retroactive to March 5, or before the election ban took effect. Expect the same unkindest cut to be tried with Albert and the rest.
There might not be any sun this weekend but my dear neighbor Ursula S.was a shinning source of joy when she knocked on our door and just handed me this bunch of tulips saying "for simply being a nice neighbor," and she meant me! She declined to be my friend in Facebook as she wouldn't want to have anything to do with any social networking. I also prefer her that way...a friend, a thoughtful neighbor in person and not just per clicking in virtual life. Hmmmm, how do I return such simple gestures of niceness when her husband got threatened when I knock on their door with a plate of fingergoodies to taste. Would you care for a freshly brewed gumamela (hibiscus) tea, dear Mr. S.?
"It's spring again and the birds on the wing again start to sing again the old melody" Frank Sinatra
According to the calendar,it is the official start of Spring, March 20. Time to change the wardrobe, maybe get a new haircut, new hair color,out of the greying zone, get friends for brunch in street cafes, check on the few potted tulips in the terrace. Emma B., a friend who has a green thumb even for cultivating Alugbati* inside their house suggested to loosen the soil a bit so the tulips get out of their wintry hiding. Nothing of that sort happens yet so one buys ready to go tulips from the supermarket and gets out with thick jacket and gloves not forgetting the handy umbrella. *Alugbati...I wrote the usual what is alugbati in English, googled it and got this answer: Malabar Night Shade. Other source said it is a kind of spinach. One more point learned while waiting for spring.
I love drinking coffee even if I am alone. Solo eating, no. In Frankfurt, I found this place recommended by friends who also frequent this cafe. For this set of croissant with cappuccino rather caffe macchiato you pay 4.90Euro. Nice nook to read or just to observe.
For those who are thinking of visiting some cities in Germany, here are some photos I took while visiting Frankfurt. Photos show the area near Dom/Roemer, the magnet for all tourists. Just to give you a rough idea how much fare costs: With ICE train from Cologne to Frankfurt and back, about 112 Euro. Check for cheaper tickets with German trains. Trains could be b....expensive in Germany.
Sunday, March 14 Another rainy and grey Sunday this month of March. Have to fight the addiction to click to my Farm and talk to some avatars in this small network of buddies I have created since I started virtual farming. You really miss them and that's what this game is all about...you have your own mini world of contacts, not just the thrill of getting XP experience points and coins from virtual harvesting, plowing and planting...you get wishes, greetings, small talks, weather checks from countries of your buddies, their work situation. I have one dancing partner every now and then, and one woman who calls me Hun...or ends her sentence with that term. Funny, but endearing somehow.So while waiting for my pineapples to mature and hating the thought that I have to sort papers out again, I'm getting back to blogging...adding spice to my own private conversation. I bumped into Manuel last Saturday while rushing to get my train home. He said he had just returned from Lissabon the other day but mentioned about a visiting Portuguese author who is participating in this yearly LitCol, http://litcolony.de/ said to be the biggest of its kind in Europe, a literary event.
What I have been missing by being a virtual farmer? Read not reap the virtual fruits...the new slogan for me.
So ein Mann, so ein Mann...a long night of showing compassion for
the victims of the earthquake in Haiti.
George Clooney opened the concert with the message that "at the
core of every religion is the belief that we take care of one
another."
Hmmmm, more glamoruous men like him but hopefully less
catastrophies in the world.
The much awaited blue moon on the eve of the new year...this one I saw when woking up early morning of the first day of the new year. Not so bluish but the same moon. Symbols to welcome the new year...olie bollen, grapes, and sticky rice cake "palitaw"...all things round to get luck in the new year. Our first film for the year...It's Complicated...and so with the posting of the photo...pure entertainment...go see it and have a good releasing laugh watching veteran actors Meryl Streep, Steve Martin and Alec Baldwin act out complications in human relationships i. e. marriage, family, divorce and falling in love. It's complicated
Still no sign of snow be neighbors' chimneys are all giving out smoke signals. A friend sent message that they have snowflakes this morning somewhere in Bonn. It seems everyone is just waiting for the first snowfall. In Copenhagen, another friend is sending invites to friends to join the big demonstration for climate protection and appeal to the UN Climate Change Conference participants to make Copenhagen conference a big breakthrough in keeping their responsibilities for protecting our planet. First of the 9th day before Christmas...Paul McCartney performs tonight in Cologne. Cross-posting here the most famous song in our planet earth...Yesterday... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2WqdAgl2cfM
"Recognition of human dignity of all people is the foundation of justice and peace in the world."
I'm posting a copy of the open letter of the German Federation of Journalists to the Ambassador of the Philippines to Germany on the Ampatuan/Maguindanao massacre on November 23, 2009.
Letter of International Federation of Journalists (Germany) to Philippine Ambassador Share Today at 02:55 9 December 2009
RE: Massacre in the Philippines
Your Excellency,
The German Journalists Union (DJU in ver.di) respectfully requests your cooperation in ensuring the Government of the Philippines is aware of the global outrage about the massacre of a confirmed 59 people in Maguindanao Province, Mindanao, on November 23.
We urge you to use your authority and position to impress upon your Government that the global community is demanding immediate and credible action to ensure that all parties responsible for this atrocity are held accountable to the full limit of the law.
We are informed by the International Federation of Journalists and its affiliate the National Union of Journalists of the Philippines that at least 30 journalists and media workers were among those murdered. At the time of writing, another four media personnel are unaccounted for.
This is the worst mass killing of journalists and media workers ever recorded.
Journalists and the international media community are grieving and distraught at the failure of the Government of the Philippines to uphold its responsibility to protect our colleagues and to end the long-running culture of impunity for the murders of journalists in the Philippines.
During President Arroyo’s tenure, at least 75 journalists have been killed in the Philippines. Almost all have been killed in relation to their professional work. At last count, only four convictions had been secured for these killings. Outside of Iraq, the Philippines has become the most dangerous country for journalists this century.
The Government of the Philippines is obliged under United Nations Security Council Resolution 1738 (2006) to actively protect journalists and media workers reporting in conflict zones within their national borders, in accordance with their status as civilians under international law.
We call on you to ensure your Government and police and security forces act on their responsibility to bring the perpetrators and masterminds of the November 23 atrocity to account, without delay, and to act now to end the culture of impunity that has plagued the Philippines for so long.
Respectfully Yours,
Ulrike Maercks-Franzen General Secretary of German Journalists Union dju in ver.di
Still feeling so empty and sad since this Nov. 23 Ampatuan massacre. I started looking for songs and I found this link with YouTube featuring this Italian song I heard when I was in Italy this summer...domani. Tomorrow. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c4B5Yzh84xg
wondering if the site will accept the two posted sites.
Now the lyrics of the Italian song:
Originally Posted by bellacomeilsole
Tra le nuvole e i sassi passano i sogni di tutti Between the clouds and the stones the dreams of everyone pass
passa il sole ogni giorno senza mai tardare. (Tiziano Ferro) the sun passes every day without ever being late
Dove sarò domani? (Enrico Ruggeri) Where will I be tomorrow?
Dove sarò? (Gianni Morandi) Where will I be?
Tra le nuvole e il mare c’è una stazione di posta (Franco Battiato) Between the clouds and the sea there is a coaching inn (la stazione di posta is a place where wayfarers used to stop in order to get some rest)
uno straccio di stella messa lì a consolare (Massimo Ranieri) a tear of a star put there to comfort
sul sentiero infinito (Max Pezzali) on the infinite path
del maestrale (Eugenio Finardi) of the northwest wind
Day by day (Zucchero) Day by day (Cesare Cremonini) hold me shine on me. (Zucchero) shine on me (Cesare Cremonini) Day by day save me shine on me (Zucchero, Carmen Consoli, Mauro Pagani, Cesare Cremonini, Eugenio Finardi)
Ma domani, domani, domani, lo so (Francesco Renga) But tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, I know
Lo so che si passa il confine, (Roberto Vecchioni) I know that it passes through the confines (lit. I know that the borders will be passed)
E di nuovo la vita (Mauro Pagani) and again life
sembra fatta per te (Giuliano Palma) seems [to be] made for you
e comincia (Elio) and it begins
domani (Elio e Le Storie Tese, Vittorio Cosma ) tomorrow
domani è già qui (Jovanotti) tomorrow is already here
rap 1 Estraggo un foglio nella risma, nascosto scrivo e non riesco forse perché il sisma m’ha scosso (Caparezza) I pull out a piece in the ream, [being] hidden I write and don't succeed maybe because the earthquake shocked me
rap 2 Ogni vita che salvi, ogni pietra che poggi, fa pensare a domani ma puoi farlo solo oggi (Frankie Hi Energy) Every life that you save, every stone that you place, it makes you think about tomorrow but you can only do (it) today
e la vita la vita si fa grande così (Gianluca Grignani) and life, life is made big like this
e comincia domani (Giuliano Sangiorgi) and it begins tomorrow
Tra le nuvole e il mare si può fare e rifare (Claudio Baglioni) Between the clouds and the sea you can make and repair
con un pò di fortuna (Ron) with a little luck
si può dimenticare. (Luca Carboni) you can forget
Dove sarò (Baustelle) Where will I be?
domani? Dove sarò? (Samuele Bersani e Baustelle) tomorrow, where will I be?
rap 3 Dove sarò domani che ne sarà dei miei sogni infranti, dei miei piani Dove sarò domani, tendimi le mani, tendimi le mani (Marracash) Where will I be tomorrow, what will become of my shattered dreams, of my plans. Where will I be tomorrow, stretch out your hands to me, stretch out your hands to me
Tra le nuvole e il mare si può andare e andare (Laura Pausini) Between the clouds and the sea you can go and go
sulla scia delle navi di là del temporale (Carmen Consoli) in the wake of the ships beyond the storm
e qualche volta si vede (Nek) and sometimes you see
domani (Antonello Venditti) tomorrow
una luce di prua (Nek) a light of the prow
e qualcuno grida: Domani (Antonello Venditti) and someone yells: tomorrow
rap 4 Come l’aquila che vola Like an eagle that flies
libera tra il cielo e i sassi, siamo sempre diversi e siamo sempre gli stessi, free among the sky and the stones we are always different and we are always the same
hai fatto il massimo e il massimo non è bastato e non sapevi piangere e adesso you did the maximum (you did your best) and the maximum wasn't enough and you didn't know how to cry and now
che hai imparato non bastano le lacrime ad impastare il calcestruzzo that you learned the tears aren't enough to blend the concrete
eccoci qua cittadini d’Abruzzo here are the citizens of Abruzzo
e aumentano d’intensità le lampadine una frazione di the intensity of the lamps grows a fraction of
secondo prima della finee la tua mamma, of a second before the end your mother
la tua patria da ricostruire, your love of the land to reconstruct
comu le scole, le case e specialmente lu core as well as the schools, the houses but especially the heart e puru nu postu cu facimu l’amore eppure un posto dove facciamo l'amore (guessing)- and a place to make love (Jovanotti, J Ax, Fabri Fibra e in chiusura Sud Sound System)
non siamo così soli (Giuliano Sangiorgi) we are not so alone
a fare castelli in aria (J Ax e Fabri Fibra) in building castles in the sky (air)
non siamo così soli (Giuliano Sangiorgi) we are not alone
sulla stessa barca (J Ax , Fabri Fibra) on the same ship
non siamo così soli (Giorgia) we are not alone
a fare castelli in aria (J Ax e Fabri Fibra) in building castles in the sky
non siamo così soli (Giorgia) we are not alone
a stare bene in Italia (J Ax e Fabri Fibra) in being well in Italy
sulla stessa barca (J Ax) on the same ship
a immaginare un nuovo giorno in Italia (Giorgia, Giusy Ferreri, Dolcenera, Mario Venuti, Jovanotti, J Ax, Fabri Fibra) in imagining a new day in Italy
Tra le nuvole e il mare si può andare, andare Sulla scia delle navi di là dal temporale (Piero Pelù) Qualche volta si vede una luce di prua e qualcuno grida, domani (Morgan) Non siamo così soli (Giorgia, Mario Venuti, Giusy Ferreri, Dolcenera, Giuliano Sangiorgi) (tromba solo di Roy Paci) Domani è già qui Domani è già qui (Jovanotti, Marracash, FabriFibra, J Ax) (Assolo violino Mauro Pagani) Ma domani domani, domani lo so, lo so, che si passa il confine (Gianna Nannini) E di nuovo la vita sembra fatta per te e comincia (Elisa) domani (Sud Sound System) Tra le nuvole e il mare, si può fare e rifare Con un pò di fortuna si può dimenticare (Manuel Agnelli Afterhours) E di nuovo la vita, sembra fatta per te (Mango) E comincia (Niccolò Fabi) (coro finale) domani E domani domani, domani lo so Lo so che si passa il confine E di nuovo la vita sembra fatta per te E comincia domani
(Photo: Liza Tripoli. FaceBook:Justice for Ampatuan Massacre Victims)
Statement of the Mindanao Commission on Women 24 November 2009
Mindanao women outraged over Maguindanao carnage
No words can describe the bestial acts perpetrated yesterday in Maguindanao Against civilians, mostly women. Together with the group were two sisters and the wife of Esmael Mangudadatu, Vice Mayor of Buluan town, who were on their way to file his certificate of candidacy as provincial governor of Maguindanao when they were attacked in broad daylight. They were murdered in cold blood and there were reports that some of the women were also sexually violated, in a senseless massacre that will go down in the annals of this country’s history as the worst election-related violence. If unarmed women,lawyers and journalists are not safe, who is safe?
From news reports, the Vice Mayor was quoted to have said that he purposely sent his wife, sisters and female relatives to file his candidacy without military escorts as he believed that they would not be harmed being women and unarmed. But to his shock, the perpetrators precisely took advantage of this position of vulnerability and succeeded in committing those barbaric acts.
We, the Mindanao Commission on Women and the Mothers for Peace, express our outrage at this new low in bestiality perpetrated by men on civilians but most specially on women. If the reports that the women were violated are found true, we condemn it. Sexual violence is an issue of power, domination and control wielded by men over women. In times of conflict, it is used by men to ensure utter humiliation of the enemy.This latest incident by men, who are widely-believed to belong to a private army, makes us shudder at what will happen in the days ahead if these criminals and their principals are not brought to justice.
We would like to extend our deepest condolences to the Mangudadatu family. Eden Mangudadatu, sister of Buluan Vice Mayor Esmael Mangudadatu, and a Vice Mayor herself had attended activities of the Mindanao Commission on Women. It is ironic that early this year Eden participated in discussions of our project, “Women Healing Communities:Preventing and Reducing Rido (clan feuds)”. During the session, she shared her thoughts about rido and how women played an important role in settling cases of clan violence.
The barbaric and brutal massacre in Maguindanao shows the total breakdown of security in parts of Mindanao where many women and their families live in dehumanizing poverty and violent conflict. We call on President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo – as President and as a woman - to do the right thing:disband and disarm the private armies, bring down the full force of the law on the perpetrators, and rid Maguindanao and other parts of Mindanao of the scourge of warlordism. We also call on our colleagues and partners in the development community to stand unafraid to denounce this crime loud and clear. Let us continue to work for the end of conflicts that divide us, so that our children will grow up imbibing not anger, hatred and violence, but love,justice and peace.
As Mothers for Peace, we commit to continue our work for peace in the ways of peace.
The Mindanao Commission on Women and Mothers for Peace Movement
121 University Avenue, Juna Subdivision, Matina, Davao City
www.mindanaowomen.org
Telefax: (082) 298-40-31
About MCW
The Mindanao Commission on Women was established in 2001 as an NGO by Mindanao women leaders. Its mission is to influence public policy and public opinion. It advocates for a Mindanao peace and development agenda from a women’s perspective. Area Core Groups across Mindanao give MCW the ability to influence local, Mindanao and national issues. The Mothers for Peace movement is its grassroots base.
(Photo taken in Germany) Iroquois Thanksgiving Prayer (adapted) "We return thanks to our Mother, the Earth, which sustains us. We return thanks to the rivers and streams, which supply us with water. We return thanks to all herbs, which furnish medicines for the cure of our diseases. We return thanks to the moon and stars, which have given to us their light when the sun was gone. We return thanks to the sun, that has looked upon the earth with a beneficent eye. Lastly, we return thanks to the Great Spirit, in Whom is embodied all goodness, and Who directs all things for the good of Her children." -- Iroquois Prayer, adapted Sisters of St. Joseph of Peace
The first entry I saw this morning in my FB was the posting of my niece about the winning of Manny Pacquiao alias Pac Man...another honour for our suffering country, another entry in our history book, she wrote with such a pride. Wrote her, "thanks for the sharing but I'm not keen on boxing. I believe this is one of those sports which should be deleted from the world of sports..." Too much use of the same words I realized later. Sorry Pacquiao but I just hate that scene when people are screaming and rejoicing for more punches, infliction of pains. How could one enjoy this kind of entertainment?
In between posting,hubby called me asking me if I would like to see the video of the fight as posted in the daily inquirer. You bet, I did. They were talking about their sizes...rather their heights. Cotto seems to be taller than this raging Pinoy. Some punches here and there and after those brief moments, I left hubby who waited for the posted video to finish then asked me again to see another video entry showing Hilary Clinton talking about civil society and protection of human rights in the Philippines.
The Wall in the Mind Easterners Still Feel like Second-Class Citizens A new study confirms that Germans living in the former East Germany feel disadvantaged and resentful of the West. The study also finds higher levels of racism and Islamophobia in the East, while sexism remains stronger in the West. Nearly twenty years after the fall of the Berlin wall, what Germans refer to as the "wall in the mind" remains in place. The results of a long-term study released on Thursday by a team of 17 sociologists at the University of Bielefeld shows that resentments linger in part of the country that used to be communist East Germany. Some fear these resentments may drive rising levels of racism, anti-Semitism, and homophobia.
AP A new study shows that Germans living in the eastern part of the country resent the West. Fully 64 percent of eastern Germans feel treated as second-class citizens, while almost 75 percent feel disadvantaged in comparison with Germans in the west. Some 77 percent of easterners feel they are treated less fairly than those in the west, and 59 percent believe that the two halves of Germany have not yet grown together into a common society. Researchers worry these resentments bear a direct link to hostility towards minorities, which tends to be higher in the east and is rising in certain categories -- even as prejudice falls in the western part of the country. Across Germany as a whole, according to the Bielefeld study, the prejudice indices that rose this year from last year were racism, hostility toward entrenched privilege, and hostility toward the unemployed. But measures of Islamophobia, anti-Semitism, and hostility toward the homeless all shot up in the East, while sinking in the West. The only index of prejudice that was clearly higher in the west was sexism -- although a different study released last week showed higher levels of anti-Semitism in western states, especially in Bavaria. "Prisoners of Their Own Self-Image" Wolfgang Thierse, vice-president of the German parliament and a native of the eastern German state of Thuringia, warned in an interview with the Berlin-based daily Tageszeitung that the results of the study were complex and shouldn't be ascribed to simple demographics. He said Islamophobia was higher in eastern Germany, for instance, even though fewer Muslims live there than in the west. And homelessness is viewed with special bitterness in the east even though long-term unemployment would seem to be a more menacing problem. "And here we always thought we east Germans were great ones for solidarity and justice!" Thierse joked. In his view, "socio-economic or socio-pyschological explanations" cannot fully account for the study's findings. "We also have to talk about the cultural, intellectual, and moral history of eastern Germany -- including the lingering impact of the GDR." He suggested that eastern Germans "feel like second-class citizens because they are caught in a prison of their own self-image." Even when presented with data showing that reunification had been good for eastern Germany, Thierse said, many continue to nurse resentments. "This self-image cliché that 'we are second-class citizens,'" he said, is such a strong a mental crutch "that facts which might attenuate this feeling are no longer taken into account." National Pride, Good or Bad? One potentially encouraging sign of the report was that levels of national pride and identification with Germany were up across all regions of the country, suggesting that residents of the former GDR are increasingly comfortable associating themselves with the new unified state. But Ulrich Wagner, a social psychologist who worked on the study, warned that growing affection for Germany could come at the cost of stoking xenophobia. Wagner told Tageszeitung "the rising identification with one's own country and the rising national pride also have negative consequences worth considering ... We should be cautious about all forms of national identification, if Germany and the Germans want to behave in a cosmopolitan way." Thierse added that the ongoing financial crisis posed the greatest political and moral challenge, "not to permit tough economic conditions to brutalize human relations." cpg -- with wire reports http://www.spiegel.de/international/germany/0,1518,594656,00.html
The other day, I was reading an entry in Facebook. It says Halloween is fast approaching and if anyone could share something about Aswangs in the Philippines. Aswangs? I prompted a short response writing that these Aswangs have nothing to do with this Americanized version of a tradition we have in the Philippines...not that we have a tradition of remembering the Aswangs but what I meant was the celebration when we remember all the saints and souls on the 1st and 2nd of November and we call this tradition Undras.
Aswangs, Halloween, Undras and Guinatan.
This is also the time of the year when sticky delicacies like rice cakes Kakanins, sumans and coconut milk-based dessert, Guinatan are prepared as food for the wandering souls but enjoyed of course by hungry mortals. The sticky finger goodies are given to kids who come in the evening singing "kaluluwa'y dumaratang, sa tapat ng durungawan etc... we are lost souls in front of your windows, bells are ringing to wake you up, and if you want to give us alms, please make it fast before the door of heaven closes on us." I think a more dramatic interpretation than the globalized Trick or Treat Halloween fun for kids.
But back to my original blog entry which is the recipe for this typical Filipino merienda. Preparing guinatan has become one of my keeping up with the tradition stuffs either to appease the hungry spirits or my own cravings.
Recipe:
Sweet Potatoes Bananas Ube (violet yams) Shreds of Bottled Sweet Langka (Jackfruit) Sticky rice Bilo-bilo Coconut Milk ( I used three cans of 400 ml each) Sugar Drizzle of salt Pandan leaves for aromatic effect (Violet yams while cooking in coconut milk with pandan leaves)
Place the yams, taro in a saucepan, pour in coconut milk with the pandan leaves. Bring to boil and later add the sliced bananas, langka, bilo-bilo and cook further for ten minutes, adding sugar to your taste. Note: You have to watch it while cooking. Mine turned like a cream yellowish pumpkin soup but the taste was sweet enough to cure my nostalgia.
I texted my sister to ask on the exact date the kids do this pangangaluluwa. She texted back that it is on the night of Nov. 1 to Nov. 2 but it is no longer practised in our village...the cost of malagkit rice has gone so expensive, around 80 Pesos per kilo. People could no longer afford to give away Sumans and sticky rice delicacies to keep up with the tradition. Poor hungry, wandering souls.
Poor me, eating my guinatan alone. Hubby said when he saw the bowl of guinatan for our brunch... "hmmmmmmmmmm, you can have my share."
During the Ecumenical Solidarity Conference on the Philippines, participants in this gathering honoured Frau Dorothea Seeliger for her untiring engagement for solidarity work for the Philippines. She is one of the awardees of the Bundesverdienstkreuz this year for her solidarity work for the Filipinos. Frau Dorothea Seeliger has been one of the pillars in keeping up this yearly Ecumenical Conference which started 25 years ago. This year's theme: Mission, Entwicklung und Oekumene-Solidaritaet im Wandel der Zeit. Mission, Entwicklung and Ecumenical Movement - Solidarity in Changing Times.
Our best wishes to her!
"Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful committed citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has." M.Mead
CRISIS AND MIGRATION - is Another Development Possible? Conference Communique Amsterdam 16.18. October 2009
This conference expresses a desire to explore the possibilities of continuing the dialogue and cooperation between migrant organizations and networks established at this conference. In particular we note that we consider: - The context of the current global crisis as an opportunity and a challenge to reclaim the agenda of migration, development and human rights.
- We also identify the realities of repression of migrant rights and the increasing criminalisation of migrants in Fortress Europe.
- We recognize the need to make more visible migrant communities and movements as transnational actors in reclaiming the right to a people centered development.
Building on the positive experience of working together in preparing the PGA 2009, we propose to further strengthen our co-operation as a European Network.
The Convernors of this Conference undertake to explore and initiate the possibilities of joint initiatives or campaign towards the development of a Pan European migrant network. (draft Conference Communique Amsterdam 18. October 2009)
Last year, the same month almost the same date, I got the same package of Pasalubong coming from friends who have immigrated to the Land of Milk and Honey and are now travelling every now and then the Olde World Europe. Last year, Cora spoiled me with her packs of Babe Ruth and this time upstaging his sister, Noel B. gave me a box of this finger goodies plus his alternative popcorns. What a treat after my fasting the last week. America, the Beautiful...why your chocolates tease me no end no matter how long I have been staying in Europe. As one writer was saying...Patriotism is the memory of food eaten during childhood. Thanks Noel B. for the treat. May there will be more opportunities for you to come over with these treasures from the land of Mr. Obama.
While people in many devastated countries in SEA are imploring mercy, German Christians celebrate tday Harvest Festival or Erntedankfest for the blessings they have received. I found one harvest prayer from another site, www.farmingmatters.org and would like to share with you today.
Harvest Prayers Prayer of praise and thanks
Leader Creator and sustainer of all, at this harvest season we gather as your people to offer you our heartfelt thanks and praise.
Voice 1 We praise you for the bounty and variety of your creation, the succession of the seasons, the productiveness of the soil, the harvest of land and sea.
Creating and sustaining God ....:
Response with wonder in our hearts, we thank you.
Voice 2 Thank you for allowing us to be co-creators with you, developing new strains of plants and cross-breeding animals, controlling pests and diseases, carefully enhancing the fertility of the land, growing flowers, fruit and vegetables in garden and allotment, trying out new recipes in the kitchen.
Creating and sustaining God .....
Response with wonder in our hearts, we thank you.
Voice 3 We give thanks for all who play their part in producing, harvesting, preparing and distributing the varied and delicious food that we eat.
Creating and sustaining God ......
Response with wonder in our hearts, we thank you.
Leader We praise you for feeding us with spiritual as well as material food. May we learn to live, not on bread alone, but on your every word. May we be nurtured by Christ the Bread of Life, and be fruitful branches of Christ the True Vine. May we offer his lifegiving water to refresh your world.
Creating and sustaining God
Response recreate us in the image of your Son, our Lord, in whose name we pray. Amen.
For farmers, foresters and fishers , their families and communities and all who depend on them ...... Versicle : Lord, in your mercy,
Response : hear our prayer.
For farmers who struggle to make a living, especially those who are tenants, and those who have large amounts of debt to service ......
Lord, in your mercy, hear our prayer.
For those who maintain high standards of animal husbandry, but are undercut by unfair competition and have undergone great suffering over the past months, for livestock hauliers and auctioneers, for vets and agricultural advisers ......
Lord, in your mercy, hear our prayer.
For those who are seeking to use agro-chemicals responsibly and adopt eco-friendly practices .......
Lord, in your mercy, hear our prayer.
For farming families under stress, for farm women, for the Women's Food and Farming Union and its work in promoting locally produced food and opportunities for diversification..
Lord, in your mercy, hear our prayer.
For support groups - Rural Stress Information Network, Farm Crisis Network and Rural Minds, and for agricultural chaplains ......
Lord, in your mercy,hear our prayer.
For foresters, balancing long term investment and short term economic return, for the development of sustainable woodland and increased use of coppicing products, for the use of trees and hedges to improve the micro climate and bio-diversity ......
Lord, in your mercy, hear our prayer.
For fishing communities adapting to massive change, for an end to vicious rivalry within the European Community, for wisdom in implementing policies that will sustain and renew fish stocks while ensuring the viability of fishing businesses ......
Lord, in your mercy, hear our prayer.
For restraint and fairness in the use of economic power, for discernment and a long term view in policy and decision making, for a love of creation and a high view of human stewardship
Philippines was in the news again this weekend in German media. I heard about the overflooding of Manila on the radio but took the news as one of the usually not pleasant reports about the country. Then came more photos and videos showing the aftermath of the tropical storm Ondoy overflooding Manila, the worst floods to hit the capital city since 40 years. The photos I am posting here are from the Philippine Daily Inquirer but the daily misery is left with the victims of this natural tragedy.
It was in 1972, September 21 when the dictator Marcos declared Martial Law in the Philippines. I would not dare to write anything political about this date...just a silent wish that such notorious moment would not be repeated in the Philippines and in other countries as well. Well, I am just writing that I have finally connection to our new Wifi...and it is working well, so far so good. It costs us around 80Euro (no receipt) for an hour work otherwise one has to pay value added tax, etc, etc. This is friendship price so to say if one wants fast work done...no extra food to be served, no tea. Oh, he has worked well but too official...no beating around the bush, just router connection and commenting that I have a slow laptop! What this is Vaio, I thought...a brand new at that. Anyway, to make the story short, we are or I am finally connected to the big cyberspace out there... on this notorious day September 21. Something positive to remember. Tama Na, Sobra Na, Palitan Na...as I was telling our old router. New connection, new speed,new internet life. More later..
„Anong ginagawa mo?“, my friend Emma called me up this afternoon. We have not seen each other since I left for Italy last June. “I’ m farming,” I answered, continuing my work with harvesting the pineapples in the Kaingin ni Karlo. I was hitting the 180,000 coins with VIP title, and level 17 seemed to be so near. I could finally expand my Farm.
“Okey, come to my place and I have pandisal for you,” she hurriedly hung up.I finished my pineapple harvest and did plowing for Christy, my neighbor in this Farm Town who actually resides in faraway Padova together with the other distinguished Farmers.
Feeling secured to face her without a pasalubong but with an over-due gift for her birthday last November, I took the bus and went to Emma place, to her garden actually. She had some guests: a Balikbayan couple from the Philippines, Baby W. and her husband on a visit to Europe, another Filipino-German couple and Emma’s husband, Ingo who seemed not to be bothered with the wasps swarming on the table full of used glasses, beer and liquer bottles. I just came right on time, I thought. Her garden was in full bloom: green grapes hanging on an arched gate leading to her collection of flowering plants, bushes of all sorts, potted tomatoes, a wide assortment of herbs, apple trees and crawling alugbatis and a kiwi which according to her hubby has not decided if it is a female or a male plant.
Emma wanted that I take some of the grilled stuffs but I told her I just had my Wednesday Reibekuchen and took two pieces of the famous pandisals of Baby W. while chasing the wasps away from me. Ingo commented that I should not bother, the wasps lived here and they won’t do any harm. In between chasing the wasps away, we managed to chat about tidbits of topics from Durian fruits in Mindanao, ampalaya and its cure-all benefits, to God and the World and about Benedetto. How convenient in my Farmtown, no wasps, no heavy talks, I thought. Then when I was about to leave, Emma gave me a bagful of pasalubong which I photographed for a summery memory this year: marmalade from her holunder fruits, pieces of really fiery peperoncini, Basil and Parsley leaves, bunch of aromatic tomatoes from Spain and a bunch of green grapes. There were pieces of grilled meat and handmade pandisal.
I feel a bit humiliated, honestly, thinking of my Farm Town. My digitalized Farm as compared to these real fruits of her sweat and loving labor, a real-life hobby.
Tja, there is life beyond chatting and harvesting. I envy her for not surrendering to the call of digitalized friendship and farming.
But hey, the pineapples of Sudhiira are ready for harvest in two days! I have to secure the contract to get the online coins. Encomienda ni Pinay von Alemanya, here I come!
Have a chance to do some postings in addition to this newly found projet of Farming in this wide wide world of cyber hobby. Sarah Jean invited me to this addiction forming hubby and encouraged by friends in Padova a couple of weeks ago. Yesterday, Belly, Ditche and I went by boat to Le Cinque Terre which I have seen more than a decade ago with my girlfriend Ulrike. How the villages have changed to the comings and goings of tourists but the beauty of the place has remained or I would like to think that way. Some of the taken shots: