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"Ang aktibista, pag tumanda, aktibista pa rin."
-- Rading
"Ang taong walang social practice, kung saan-saan dumadampot ng maling ideya."
-- Cita
"May halaga ang pinaghihirapan natin."
-- Dolly
THE BEST ANG SIGWAAAAAAAH! PANALONG PANALO! SULIT NA SULIT ANG HALOS PITONG BUWAN KONG PANANABIK!!! Ambangis ng karakter mo, Cita. Idolo kita, at ang mga katulad mo. ♥
-- Rading
"Ang taong walang social practice, kung saan-saan dumadampot ng maling ideya."
-- Cita
"May halaga ang pinaghihirapan natin."
-- Dolly
THE BEST ANG SIGWAAAAAAAH! PANALONG PANALO! SULIT NA SULIT ANG HALOS PITONG BUWAN KONG PANANABIK!!! Ambangis ng karakter mo, Cita. Idolo kita, at ang mga katulad mo. ♥
Friday, August 20, 2010
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Saturday, August 14, 2010
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Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Harianne and Marj, are you aware of this? And d'you know who took this pic? :'O Who's VENZIE of Philippine Online Chronicles? Kung saan-saan na tayong tatlo lumabas! Hahaha. xO
From the Philippine Online Chronicle's
From the Philippine Online Chronicle's
Hamon ng Bayan: Photos and notes from the “People’s SONA”.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
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Friday, July 30, 2010
Thursday, July 29, 2010
SIGWA
Sigwa: Reliving the First Quarter Storm of 1970
SIGWA: an Indie Film that'll be directed by Joel Lamangan. A story of activists -- how they lived in the 70's, and how their lives continued. (i think this one's interesting;-))
[January 29, 2010 | 08:37:27]
-- nahalungkat ko sa selpon ko 'tong GM ko na 'to. :D
January 29 noon, July 29 ngayon.. eksaktong anim na buwan ng paghihintay! Hoooooooooooooohh!
SIGWA! MAMAYA NAAAAAAAAH!
5pm sa UP Diliman Film Institute!
Joel Lamangan sa Cinemalaya!
Eksayted na 'kooooooooooooooh! :))
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
That was a leveling-up overnight! Aaaaaaaaaaawesome! Mas mahal ko na kayo ngayon Rog♥ at Harry♥. http://ow.ly/2gbcB
Agham's (not the Partylist) 11th Anniversary
Ansayaaaah! \(^^,)/
Bijoke to the max, andaming tao, andaming foods, andaming kwentuhan! :)) Mga alas-siete ata nang nagsimulang mag-uwian ang mga tao. Pagpatak ng alas-nwebe, kami na lang nila Loi, Leon, Harry, at Rog ang nasa kubo. :D Bijoke much, at kainan pa rin! Hahaha. Alas-dies y medya nang umuwi si Leon at Loi. Ipinagpatuloy lang namin nila Harry at Rog ang kantahan.. maya-maya pa'y naupo na kami para sa kwentuhan. Andami naming natalakay and guess what.. parang nabago nila ang mindset ko regarding a stuff. Hmmm..
Ala una y medya na nang mag-pack up kami. Si Harry kasi lasing na? Hahaha. Alas tres na kami natulog ni Rog. Haaay, napakasayang selebrasyon! (^^,)
Isang bagay lang ang bumabagabag sa isip ko ngayon (un ngang isa sa mga napag-usapan namin).. and that thing I've to resolve soonest. Haaay.
G'night! Ü
Bijoke to the max, andaming tao, andaming foods, andaming kwentuhan! :)) Mga alas-siete ata nang nagsimulang mag-uwian ang mga tao. Pagpatak ng alas-nwebe, kami na lang nila Loi, Leon, Harry, at Rog ang nasa kubo. :D Bijoke much, at kainan pa rin! Hahaha. Alas-dies y medya nang umuwi si Leon at Loi. Ipinagpatuloy lang namin nila Harry at Rog ang kantahan.. maya-maya pa'y naupo na kami para sa kwentuhan. Andami naming natalakay and guess what.. parang nabago nila ang mindset ko regarding a stuff. Hmmm..
Ala una y medya na nang mag-pack up kami. Si Harry kasi lasing na? Hahaha. Alas tres na kami natulog ni Rog. Haaay, napakasayang selebrasyon! (^^,)
Isang bagay lang ang bumabagabag sa isip ko ngayon (un ngang isa sa mga napag-usapan namin).. and that thing I've to resolve soonest. Haaay.
G'night! Ü
Friday, July 23, 2010
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"pasensya na may nagpasa lang sakin nitu saaken isang itim na orasyon. totoo ito wag mong biruin mamayang gabi may pupuntang matandang babae sa kwarto mo walang mata lumuluha ng dugo at nakaitim hihingi ng tulong sayu pagalagala sa kwarto mo at tatabihan ka! pag di mo napasa itu sa 20 na tao magkakatotoo yun hindi ako nagbibiru..sori bwal ibalik]"
-- natawa lang ako sa natanggap kong MGA ganto. hahaha. :))
sorry, pero kahit matatakutin ako, hindo ko yan papatusin. :)))) never pa talaga akong pumatol sa chain messages.. mapa-sms, net, o sulat pa yan (nauso nung hiskul, ung magpapaxerox ka pa! hahaha). ;D
-- natawa lang ako sa natanggap kong MGA ganto. hahaha. :))
sorry, pero kahit matatakutin ako, hindo ko yan papatusin. :)))) never pa talaga akong pumatol sa chain messages.. mapa-sms, net, o sulat pa yan (nauso nung hiskul, ung magpapaxerox ka pa! hahaha). ;D
"I LOVE JESUS" Facebook Fanpage is a BOO!
WHY IS “I LOVE JESUS” FANPAGE ALLOWING RUDE FANS TO UPLOAD ROUGH PICS AND VIDEOS?! ARE PAGE ADMINISTRATORS/MODERATORS NOT MONITORING THEIR FANS’ POSTS AND UPLOADS?! OR, THE VEXING FANS ARE GIVEN SUCH FREEDOM BECAUSE THEIR FANPAGE IS JUST FEIGNING A LOVE-FOR-JESUS SEMBLANCE?!
IIIIIIIIIRK!
Monday, July 12, 2010
Grabe na. Texting Capital of the World, ngayon naman Most Addicted People to Facebook. Kung ating matatandaan, nasa isang taon pa lang mula nang madiskubre ng mga Pinoy ang Pesbuk. Hahaha! Rock on JUAN! xD http://ow.ly/2a1UX
Texting Capital of the World, ngayon naman Most Addicted People to Facebook. Rock on JUAN! xD http://ow.ly/2a1UX
DISCONTINUED WANG-WANG. CONTINUOUS BANG-BANG!
WALA PA MANG DALAWANG LINGGO SA PANUNUNGKULAN SI NOYNOY, APAT (4) NA ANG NAITATALANG KASO NG PAGPASLANG!
1. Bayan Muna: Fernando Baldomero
http://makabayan.org.ph/story/bayan-muna-condemns-assassination-aklan-provincial-leader
2. Anakpawis: Pascual. Guevarra
http://newsinfo.inquirer.net/inquirerheadlines/regions/view/20100710-280313/78-yr-old-farmer-leader-gunned-down-near-Army-camp-in-N-Ecija
3. Media killing: Jose Daguio
http://www.gmanews.tv/story/195316/nujp-to-monitor-first-media-killing-under-aquino-admin
4. ACT: Mark Francisco
(na kakapost pa lang ng ACT Teachers sa mga status nila)
Stop Wang-Wang? Stop Bang-Bang!
Stop Wang-Wang? Stop Bang-Bang!
Stop Wang-Wang? Stop Bang-Bang!
Stop Wang-Wang? Stop Bang-Bang!
1. Bayan Muna: Fernando Baldomero
http://makabayan.org.ph/story/bayan-muna-condemns-assassination-aklan-provincial-leader
2. Anakpawis: Pascual. Guevarra
http://newsinfo.inquirer.net/inquirerheadlines/regions/view/20100710-280313/78-yr-old-farmer-leader-gunned-down-near-Army-camp-in-N-Ecija
3. Media killing: Jose Daguio
http://www.gmanews.tv/story/195316/nujp-to-monitor-first-media-killing-under-aquino-admin
4. ACT: Mark Francisco
(na kakapost pa lang ng ACT Teachers sa mga status nila)
Stop Wang-Wang? Stop Bang-Bang!
Stop Wang-Wang? Stop Bang-Bang!
Stop Wang-Wang? Stop Bang-Bang!
Stop Wang-Wang? Stop Bang-Bang!
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Estudyante: Kung matalino ka, makikisangkot ka.
Di pa man lumipas ang isang linggo, eto't may sumunod na. http://ow.ly/29OR8 http://ow.ly/29ORh Hala sige, magbilang tayo.
Ikaw: Jejebuster o Jejebooster?
Alam nyo bang bago pa man ma-diskubre ang mga JEJEMON ay meron nang ortograpiya na gaya ng istilo nila? Ito ang LEET SPEAK (|337 sp34k), na orihinal na ginamit para sa computer hacking.
Ito ang kumpletong pagpapaliwanag ni Wikipedia:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leet
At ito naman ang isa sa mga nagkalat na Leet Speak Translator sa internet:
http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/text/leet
Naalala ko kasi ang isang kwentuhan namin sa opis kung saan nabanggit ni Leon ang tungkol sa |337 sp34k. Lahat kami nun nagtanong kung ano yun, na tila ikinagulat din ni Leon kasi parang wala man lang nakakaalam sa amin ng tungkol dun. :D
Wala lang. Gusto ko lang sabihin na hindi original ang mga JEJEMON; na matagal nang na-diskubre ang paraan ng paggamit nila ng ganitong mga letra (1980s); na may mas malalim na dahilan ang paggamit ng ganitong istilo (computer hacking, etc); at na hindi dapat pagkaasar ang dulot nito sa mga mambabasa! (Sorry na, isa talaga ako sa mga Jejebuster kahit nung di pa man nauso ang Jejemons at, un nga, Jejebusters.Ü)
Nga pala, akala ko sa’kin magmumula ang term na “jejebooster”. Nag-isip kasi ako ng counter ng “jejemon”, tapos naisip ko un. Para i-check kung hindi pa nga released ang term na ‘yon (kasabay ng pag-ambisyon na makakapagpasikat ako ng isang salita), aun.. nakaka-dismayang may nailabas na mga resulta si kaibigang Gugel. :))
So pano, ako’y matutulog na… though hindi pa naman ako inaantok kasi mag-aalasdose na ‘ko ng tanghali kanina (kahapon) nagising. :D
Goodnight chüms! ;o)
P.S.
Korean laughter pala ang “kekeke”.
(So Korean sya Leon?Ü Hahaha, bagay naman! :D)
Hi Kiko! xþ
Ito ang kumpletong pagpapaliwanag ni Wikipedia:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leet
At ito naman ang isa sa mga nagkalat na Leet Speak Translator sa internet:
http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/text/leet
Naalala ko kasi ang isang kwentuhan namin sa opis kung saan nabanggit ni Leon ang tungkol sa |337 sp34k. Lahat kami nun nagtanong kung ano yun, na tila ikinagulat din ni Leon kasi parang wala man lang nakakaalam sa amin ng tungkol dun. :D
Wala lang. Gusto ko lang sabihin na hindi original ang mga JEJEMON; na matagal nang na-diskubre ang paraan ng paggamit nila ng ganitong mga letra (1980s); na may mas malalim na dahilan ang paggamit ng ganitong istilo (computer hacking, etc); at na hindi dapat pagkaasar ang dulot nito sa mga mambabasa! (Sorry na, isa talaga ako sa mga Jejebuster kahit nung di pa man nauso ang Jejemons at, un nga, Jejebusters.Ü)
Nga pala, akala ko sa’kin magmumula ang term na “jejebooster”. Nag-isip kasi ako ng counter ng “jejemon”, tapos naisip ko un. Para i-check kung hindi pa nga released ang term na ‘yon (kasabay ng pag-ambisyon na makakapagpasikat ako ng isang salita), aun.. nakaka-dismayang may nailabas na mga resulta si kaibigang Gugel. :))
So pano, ako’y matutulog na… though hindi pa naman ako inaantok kasi mag-aalasdose na ‘ko ng tanghali kanina (kahapon) nagising. :D
Goodnight chüms! ;o)
P.S.
Korean laughter pala ang “kekeke”.
(So Korean sya Leon?Ü Hahaha, bagay naman! :D)
Hi Kiko! xþ
Yamato: Drums of Japan
GRABEEEEH! DI KO MA-IMAGINE NA MUNTIK KO NANG MAIPAGPALIT SA INIT NG ULO KO KANINA ‘TONG MAKALAGLAG-PUSO, MAKAPUNIT-BIBIG, MAKAPAOS-BOSES, AT MAKAPIGIL-HININGANG EVENT NA ‘TO NG YAMATO JAPAN DRUMS!!! >:O HINDI MABABAYARAN ‘TONG GANTONG OPORTUNIDAD NA MAPANUOD SILA DITO SA PILIPINAS NANG LIVE!!! HOOOOHH! MARAMING MARAMING SALAMAT ROG! JAYRA, MA’AM CES, at RYU, ansaya talaga! Grabeeeeh! xD Harry, Loi, Marj, Kiko, at Leon, sayang di kayo nakasama. :’O Leon, no.. hindi mapapantayan ng Yamato sa Timezone mo ang live performance ng Yamato Japan Drums. :O Miss Lisa, salamat sa pag-share ng event na ito! ^^,
HOOOOOOH!!! I NOW LOVE THEEEEM! ♥ xO
aaaaaaaaaat! NAKAPAGPA-PICHUR AKO KAY KUYA DRUMMER NA NAKAPAKAGANDA NG HAIRDO! UNG NAKATAAS UNG BUHOK NA PARANG AH BASTA! MAPAPANSIN NYO SYA DITO SA VIDEO:
(napakahigpit ng security kanina, kaya di namin nakuhanan ung performance. :( ito na lang, video ng performance nila sa ibang bansa.. gantong-ganto ung performance nila kanina.. mas magaling pa! hooooohhh!!!)
Part1: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dark883eH3s
Part2: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sH2r53YLeA0&feature=related
HOOOOOOH!!! I NOW LOVE THEEEEM! ♥ xO
aaaaaaaaaat! NAKAPAGPA-PICHUR AKO KAY KUYA DRUMMER NA NAKAPAKAGANDA NG HAIRDO! UNG NAKATAAS UNG BUHOK NA PARANG AH BASTA! MAPAPANSIN NYO SYA DITO SA VIDEO:
(napakahigpit ng security kanina, kaya di namin nakuhanan ung performance. :( ito na lang, video ng performance nila sa ibang bansa.. gantong-ganto ung performance nila kanina.. mas magaling pa! hooooohhh!!!)
Part1: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dark883eH3s
Part2: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sH2r53YLeA0&feature=related
Saturday, July 10, 2010
How Can Socialism Ensure the Full Liberation of Women?
Joan was remembered as a young nuclear physicist in the United States who was among the few women chosen to be part of a team that would develop the first atomic bomb. But she turned her back on all that. Shocked and angered when the US government used the atomic bomb against the people of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, she turned to actively denouncing the use of nuclear weapons by the US military. In an interview with an American radio, Joan said: "I did not want to spend my life figuring out how to kill people. I wanted to figure out how to let people have a better life, not a worse life."
And so built better lives she did, participating in the Chinese revolution, struggling with the people, and defending the gains of the revolution against capitalist roaders in China and the intensification of people's enslavement elsewhere in the world.
Most of Joan's years were spent working alongside the peasants of China in dairy farms and agricultural stations developing technology for continuous-flow automatic milk pasteurizer and other machines that would increase agricultural productivity in socialist China.
Joan lived a life that most of us women dream of witnessing. She experienced what it genuinely felt like to achieve women's equality with men. She was part of women's involvement in the socialist production. She experienced firsthand that through the active mobilization of women socialist China raised the quality of the lives of people. Joan lived to see that women's liberation as a historical process can and is bound to happen.
Yet despite the dismantling of the hard-won gains of socialism by capitalist roaders in China, Joan had an indomitable revolutionary optimism. She knew and stood firm that oppressed people, including women who were "at the bottom of the ladder of oppression," who had gained most from socialist reforms in China and therefore had the most to lose, must "bite where it hurts," and keep up the struggle. With persistence, patience, and courage, the people of the whole world, Joan believed, can and will certainly win.
To remember Joan is to live a life to the fullest by struggling alongside the oppressed. We remember Joan by searing through our hearts, kindling revolutionary hope and keeping the flame of struggle burning alive. Because one day, as proven by the life and struggle of our dear Joan, women and the people of the world will achieve victory.
GABRIELA
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photo by Leon Dulce
Joan Hinton
Academy of Agricultural Mechanization Science, Beijing
(revised 1 January 1997)
I'm really excited to be able to attend this meeting, and especially to be able to come to the top of the world, Nepal, to discuss problems facing women all over the world.
First a little about myself. I'm an American citizen. I'm 75 years old. I spent the first 27 years of my life in the U.S. where, as a young nuclear physicist, I did my part in the creation of the atom bomb. I spent the next 48 years working in agriculture as a participant in the Chinese revolution.
My topic here is "How can socialism ensure the full liberation of women?" I feel so strongly about the positive experience of socialism as practiced over 30 years in China, that I'm particularly happy to have this opportunity to speak. Today with the collapse of the whole socialist camp, which comprised 1/3 of all humankind, there is a great disillusionment with socialism. People everywhere are confused. They are looking for another way out.
Was it the economic system of socialism that failed? I say no. Definitely not. Socialism -- the elimination of labor as a commodity, that is the elimination of buying and selling labor power for the purpose of profit, combined with a planned economy -- is the only way out. There is no other way that can solve the problems of the people of the world including the problems faced by women everywhere.
What benefits did 30 years of socialism under Mao bring to the people, specially the women of China? By 1980 this vast country, formerly known as "sick man of Asia"" had no internal debt, no external debt. It had 30 years of stable prices and had built up an all-encompassing system of social benefits for those employed in the state sector -- which meant virtually the whole urban population of some 200 million people. These benefits included not only employment, but housing, education, medical care, maternity care, pensions, etc. In an "enveloping community setting, there was essentially no unemployment, begging or homelessness, virtually no crime, no shanty town slums, no prostitution, and even among the very poor, no underclass of social outcasts in desperate degrading poverty." Thus employment in a Chinese work unit under Mao "allowed even at a very low level of the Chinese economy, conditions of society completely unfamiliar in the vastly more wealthy United States!"
(Quotes from Robert Weil's excellent article: MR '94 Dec. p.27)
Of course, there were still some married women who were themselves not part of a work unit. But more and more women were drawn into the work units as the need of socialist construction expanded. By 1980, those urban women still not in work units as such, all organized themselves into street committees running the affairs of their local communities. They also formed an incredible number of production cooperatives recycling factory waste products, sewing, running canteens, etc. So that in fact, "with the children all in school, everyone -- men, women and children -- belonged to one type of unit or another.
For the rural population, before the "reforms" began, security was provided by the village collectives, the building blocks of the people's communes. After deducting costs of production, as well as funds planned for expanded production and welfare, the yearly village income was divided out to each individual member according to work points earned.
Land reform had been the first great leap forward for rural woman in China. Under the article 6 of the 1947 Land Reform Law "...all land of landlords and all public land ... and all other village land, in accordance with the total population of the village, irrespective of male or female, young or old, shall be unifiedly and equally distributed; ... and it shall be the individual property of each person." Under this law, women for the first time owned their own land. After the new marriage law of 1949, which introduced freedom of choice in marriage and divorce, the work point system introduced with the formation of agricultural collectives, was the next tremendous leap forward in the process of woman's emancipation. Since by the new commune rules income from work points must be paid to the individual who earned them and not to the "head of the family", women suddenly stood equal with men as earners of family income rather than non-paid virtual household slaves.
With income counted in work points, women for the first time pressed to join work in the fields. Was this an asset or a liability? Many men were worried. If women joined work in the fields and got work points too, wouldn't that just decrease the value of work point? Peasant leader Chen Yon Kuei, in the far off, barren mountain village of Dazhai, Shaanxi Province, saw things differently. With so much to be done, how could there be too much labor power? Mobilizing the strength of the collective -- old and young, men and women -- he led the whole village into battle. During the slack farm season, gullies became fields, little fields became bigger fields, and terracing brought crops to steep mountain slopes. Year after year income of the coop steadily increased. We once made a simple calculation. If all of China's peasants had followed Dazhai's example in transforming their crop land, China would not only have enough grain for her own needs but would have enough excess grain to feed 500 million people, more than the whole of Africa at that time. Clearly the world food problem is not due to over population but to capitalism's waste of human resources. Do we need family planning? Yes, I think we do, but not to solve the problem of food. We need family planning to liberate women, to give better care to children and to conserve the environment. A planned economy naturally includes some planning of population growth.
Talking about women in the collectives, I'd like to tell a story here from our own experience. In the middle 70's, my husband Sid (Erwin) Engst and I worked in the Red Star commune, south of Beijing. The commune was having difficulty carrying out their quota for family planning. In those days, each couple was urged to have not more than two children. But peasant families wanted boys, not girls. Without making girls as welcome as boys, there was no way out of the dilemma. What was wrong with a girl child? By custom, she must leave her parent's family and become a member of her husband's family upon marriage. Usually, that meant leaving the village and becoming a member of another cooperative, a different economic unit. As to the parents, she had no obligation to care for them when they got old. As to the village, people thought what good would it be to train girls in any technical skills if they would soon be leaving? We hardly have enough resources to train people for our won village," said the village leaders, "let alone train them for other villages!" Just at that time, a woman in one village rose up to challenge the leadership which had changed her daily work points from 10 to 8 points just because she had gotten married. Under these pressures, the question of women's equality was put to the whole commune for discussion.
Women asked, "when we do the same work as men, why do we get less work points?" The men replied, "because you are weak and we are strong!" The women retorted, "OK, for everyday in the year that our work depends on strength, we'll agree to getting less, but for the other days we must get the same! Let's see who plants rice the fastest!" So they organized a rice planting competition. The women outstripped the men by far. The men conceded. From then on, women got 10 points the same as men. The women said, "we work all day just like the men, why, when we get home, should we have to do the cooking while the men sit in the kang smoking their pipes waiting to eat?" Party secretaries from the whole commune were called on to discuss this issue. In those days, highlights of these discussions came to every village through the commune loudspeaker network. One evening we heard criticisms of party secretary Wong from such and such a village. In the discussions he had agreed that since women also worked in the fields, men should help with the housework. He announced proudly, "I'll do anything needed at home. Except for emptying the pot and changing the baby's diapers, I'll do anything." "What's wrong with, men emptying the pot?" came a sharp woman's voice over the loudspeaker. Men everywhere started. Emptying the pot! One day there was suddenly a great commotion beating of drums and clashing of cymbals. What's going on? A group of young couples were getting married. The bridegrooms had all volunteered to become members of their wives' families instead of the wives becoming the members of the bridegrooms' families. Within a few months, with all these changes going on, villages started training young women as electricians, carpenters, tractor drivers and even mule drivers! "Women hold up half the sky!" What excitement! Having a girl child might be almost as good as having a boy!
A short 5 years later, the "reformers" came to power in China. Capitalism's insatiable demand for commodity labor broke the communes. Under direct pressure from the top, agricultural collectives were replaced by the so called "family contract system." The "excess" labor power used by the peasants to steadily transform their crop land, now flocked to the cities serving the needs of imperialism's new invasion. The coastal cities burst with new skyscrapers. Luxury hotels, foreign banks and superhighways rose like mushrooms after a spring rain. Coca-Cola, Kentucky Fried Chicken, McDonald's, the whole works flocked in. As to agriculture, who cared? Old people, women and children were left to tend the fragmented fields. What did this mean to the millions of Chinese peasant women? It meant abolition of the work point system and the return of the patriarchal family. Since by custom heads of families can only be men -- father, husband or son -- some 400 million peasant women lost their economic independence and, with it, lost the hard-won gains they had made towards political equality with men.
Up until 1980 (i.e., before the communes were broken up) socialism had already brought personal security to over 800 million peasant men and women, in their case not from the state as such, but from their collectives. In those days, "excess" rural labor turned to basic construction of the land. With expanding irrigation networks, drainage systems and the development of local agricultural related industries, agricultural production steadily increased. From 1949 to 1984 the annual increase in grain production outstripped the increase in population.
Increased collective income also meant more money could be set aside for the village welfare fund. Even in the poorest villages, the village welfare fund guaranteed each member a subsistence grain allowance. The grain distributed according to work points was added to this. By 1980, aside from basic food, the welfare funds provided essentially universal primary school education, minimal care for the old and, most striking of all, a nationally integrated health care system starting with "barefoot" doctors at the village level.
Weil's article quoted earlier gives a well documented description of the "reformer's" 15-year dismantling of this unprecedented system of social benefits built up under Mao in China -- a system which had encompassed more than a fifth of all humankind, half of whom are women. Being at the bottom of the ladder of oppression, women had gained the most from socialism. And therefore, had the most, to lose.
Why this ferocious attack not only by the Chinese "reformers" but by the media of the whole western world against this system which had brought so much to the Chinese people, and to the Chinese women in particular? What crime had the system committed?
Clearly there is but one answer. The crucial crime of this system was its fundamental legal code abolishing labor as a commodity. My brother William Hinton on page 664 of the newly published book Ninth Heaven to Ninth Hell ponders this question:
"What is the source of this hatred? It stems I think, from the same source as the gut hatred most Chinese landlords harbored for the Chinese Communist Party. If the Party won a victory it would mean land reform, the end to land rent and the end of landlords, not as individuals, but as an exploiting class. For it was clear to all, including the landlords, that land rent and the landlords who collect them. By the same token, at the end of the twentieth century, in spite of the collapse of the first socialist experiments worldwide, the bourgeoisie and would-be bourgeoisie are now faced with a similar reality. Capitalists cannot get along without wage workers, but working people, including working peasants, can get along very well without capitalists."
To Those who would live off the profit of other people's labor, what could terrify them more than this? For some 30 years, not only did the Chinese workers get along just fine without capitalists to "give them jobs" the Chinese peasantry got along, just fine without landlords or rich peasants to employ them. What's more, in spite of US blockade, the Chinese economy developed extremely fast without "help" from the World Bank nor the IMF, and without foreign investment. And most disturbing of all for the bourgeoisie, this remarkable speed of economic development was done by reliance on the creativity and enthusiasm of the Chinese people themselves. What has happened once can always happen again. Mao died, capitalism has been restored, polarization has set in with a few becoming extremely rich. But no matter how much the present leaders in China try to bury these 30 years, the "terrible" ghost of Mao's achievement will never cease to haunt them.
These achievements did not come easy. The new society was not a utopia. It was a real society born in fierce struggle. What was the main obstacle? Was it the US economic blockade? No. Was it the split with the USSR? No. The main obstacle to the development of socialism in China was internal, not external. Over 30 years, by far the most complicated, the hardest to understand, and the most difficult to handle was the omnipresent fierce internal party struggle. Talking about these fundamental questions am I leaving the topic of women? No. Certainly not. In all types of social oppression, women are always at the bottom of the ladder. I feel very strongly that if we do not dig down to the bottom to unearth the the complicated relation of women's own special oppression with that of all oppression, we can never get anywhere. We cannot just look at the phenomena, we must try hard to understand the essence.
After years of study, investigation and analysis, not only of China, but all the socialist countries at that time, Mao finally formulated what we consider to be his greatest contribution to Marxism. That is that under socialist economic conditions, the main class struggle in society between the proletariat and the bourgeoisie changes its form, appearing not as a struggle between economic classes which no longer exist as such, but as a line struggle in the top echelons of the party. This dialectical, metamorphosis, where inner party struggle becomes the predominant form of class struggle in society, occurs after the communist party in power has essentially completed the socialist transformation of the economic base, i.e. after the transformation of private ownership of the means of production into public or collective ownership. At this point the old bourgeoisie has lost its teeth. w=Without connections within the party in power it has no chance of a comeback. Though the bourgeoisie has disappeared, as Hinton mentions above, the "would-be" bourgeoisie is still very plentiful both inside and outside the party.
The necessity of making class analysis without classes is something completely new in human history. It is something none of us has ever experienced before. From this point of view, Mao's method of education people was very interesting. For over 18 years my husband and I worked in state farms in Shaanxi province. Every morning before going to work we had an hour of political study. In the early sixties, after the so-called "failure of the great leap forward" and before the open split with the USSR, two questions for discussion came down through the party to our study. The first question was, "Are there classes in socialist society?" The second was, "Is there class struggle in socialist society?" No answer was given. We discussed this a long time. We tried to figure out whether there was exploitation or not. I can't remember exactly, what our conclusion was, but as I recall, we all agreed the "relations of production" depended a lot on the management. Of course, at that time we never dreamed this could become an antagonistic contradiction. If this question came to our study, it came to every corner of China.
Just think, way back then, Mao mobilized hundreds of millions of people to discuss this question!
In socialist society, without a bourgeoisie, what criteria could be used to discover this "would-be" bourgeoisie? This question became more and more acute until it finally burst in the Cultural Revolution. At this point Mao pointed out, the only way to distinguish them is by this line they carry out.
During those years some leading cadres only appeared to believe in socialism. They did not correct their mistakes, or only made a show of correcting them, and clandestinely obstructed in one way or another all advances along the socialist road. Mao called these cadres, "those in authority in the party taking the capitalist road" or simply "capitalist roaders." Personally, I found that an extremely sensitive test of line was and is the attitude toward women. In China "capitalist roaders" were invariably male chaunivists. To them women's place was in the home. Women were naturally weaker than men so women should naturally have lower wages. Women can't be trained for technical jobs because they take too much time for getting married and having children, etc.
Of course, not all male chauvinists were "capitalist roaders." The real "capitalist roaders" could gradually be detected by the consistency of their line. They invariably pushed a policy which would have changed the economic system itself to legalize both the transposition of public assets into private capital and the accumulation of private capital through exploitation. Their attitude towards women was just one facet of this overall strategy.
It was the struggle against activities of this kind which appeared as a two-line struggle. The taller the tree, the bigger the shadow. Struggle originating at the bottom could only have a local effect. The higher the cadre, the greater the effect, until struggle at the top of the party affected every aspect of society as a whole.
Once we capture the analysis of the two-line struggle -- the struggle between the "bourgeois reactionary line and the proletarian revolutionary line" as Mao called it, is precisely a class analysis of socialist society -- then we realize the tremendous work Mao has done in formulating this analysis. It is a creative development of Marxism.
During the Cultural Revolution, Mao tried in every way he could to teach the Chinese people how to detect "capitalist roaders" in the leadership of the party by analyzing the line they pushed. The three main criteria were "who do they believe in, who do they rely on, and who do the mobilize?" Clearly, relegating women to the kitchen is leaving out half of humankind! The "reformer's" call for a few people to get rich first is an excellent example of "believing in the few, relying on the few, and mobilizing the few." As soon as the "reformers" came to power in China, they cut the right to strike from the constitution, forbid people to hang big character posters, and cut out all mass movements. The June 4th 1989 "Beijing massacre" unmasked, once and for all, the true meaning of their line.
The opposite is what Mao called "the proletarian revolutionary line" -- "believe in the masses, rely on the masses, mobilize the masses."
Do decisions being made by the leaders take into consideration the interests of all the people of just those of a few? Of long term of just immediate interests? Do the policies pushed by the leaders help unite all the people in building a new society or do they cause splitting between different ethnic, regional, gender or any other groups? Do leaders discuss things with those they lead or do they do things secretly behind closed doors? Do they involve people in decision making or do they just hand out orders? Do they welcome criticism from below or do they fear it? If so, why? With nothing to hide, why should they fear criticism? Are women encouraged to do their part in building the new society? It was these kinds of questions that Mao mobilized the Chinese people in their millions to ask during the Cultural Revolution.
Using these criteria, people all over China soon began unearthing "capitalist roaders." The "capitalist roaders" immediately counter-attacked with the deadly weapon of factionalism. The situation became extremely complicated. As the proletarian leadership called on all the people to unite against a "small handful" the "capitalist roaders" incited factionalism -- both in relentless personal power struggles against each other and as shields to protest themselves from detection by the people.
Since the main ideology in society was petty-bourgeois, the majority of the people were left helpless, unable to extract themselves and the leaders they chose from the entanglement of factionalism. In my opinion, this was the main objective cause of the failure of the Cultural Revolution. It is also the main objective cause preventing the working people of the world -- men and women, black, white, yellow, and brown -- from uniting to defeat their common oppressors. The oppressors have always instigated and thrived on our fighting among ourselves.
With the collapse of the socialist camp, the world bourgeoisie has triumphantly taken over. The ball is now in their court. But they are helpless. Capitalism's insatiable greed for maximum profit leaves it with no solution. Corruption, crime, drugs, environmental destruction, ethnic wars, unemployment, destitution in the midst of abundance are all it can offer. With billions upon billions of dollars going into armaments, it has no money for education, health, social welfare, or common sense.
But I'm an indomitable optimist. Since capitalism can't possibly solve the problems of the people, the people will certainly throw it out! For 30 years in China I lived the future. I know it's beautiful and know it works. Eventually socialism will certainly sweep capitalism off this earth and with it the oppression of all people including women.
Thank you.
And so built better lives she did, participating in the Chinese revolution, struggling with the people, and defending the gains of the revolution against capitalist roaders in China and the intensification of people's enslavement elsewhere in the world.
Most of Joan's years were spent working alongside the peasants of China in dairy farms and agricultural stations developing technology for continuous-flow automatic milk pasteurizer and other machines that would increase agricultural productivity in socialist China.
Joan lived a life that most of us women dream of witnessing. She experienced what it genuinely felt like to achieve women's equality with men. She was part of women's involvement in the socialist production. She experienced firsthand that through the active mobilization of women socialist China raised the quality of the lives of people. Joan lived to see that women's liberation as a historical process can and is bound to happen.
Yet despite the dismantling of the hard-won gains of socialism by capitalist roaders in China, Joan had an indomitable revolutionary optimism. She knew and stood firm that oppressed people, including women who were "at the bottom of the ladder of oppression," who had gained most from socialist reforms in China and therefore had the most to lose, must "bite where it hurts," and keep up the struggle. With persistence, patience, and courage, the people of the whole world, Joan believed, can and will certainly win.
To remember Joan is to live a life to the fullest by struggling alongside the oppressed. We remember Joan by searing through our hearts, kindling revolutionary hope and keeping the flame of struggle burning alive. Because one day, as proven by the life and struggle of our dear Joan, women and the people of the world will achieve victory.
GABRIELA
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Joan Hinton
Academy of Agricultural Mechanization Science, Beijing
(revised 1 January 1997)
I'm really excited to be able to attend this meeting, and especially to be able to come to the top of the world, Nepal, to discuss problems facing women all over the world.
First a little about myself. I'm an American citizen. I'm 75 years old. I spent the first 27 years of my life in the U.S. where, as a young nuclear physicist, I did my part in the creation of the atom bomb. I spent the next 48 years working in agriculture as a participant in the Chinese revolution.
My topic here is "How can socialism ensure the full liberation of women?" I feel so strongly about the positive experience of socialism as practiced over 30 years in China, that I'm particularly happy to have this opportunity to speak. Today with the collapse of the whole socialist camp, which comprised 1/3 of all humankind, there is a great disillusionment with socialism. People everywhere are confused. They are looking for another way out.
Was it the economic system of socialism that failed? I say no. Definitely not. Socialism -- the elimination of labor as a commodity, that is the elimination of buying and selling labor power for the purpose of profit, combined with a planned economy -- is the only way out. There is no other way that can solve the problems of the people of the world including the problems faced by women everywhere.
What benefits did 30 years of socialism under Mao bring to the people, specially the women of China? By 1980 this vast country, formerly known as "sick man of Asia"" had no internal debt, no external debt. It had 30 years of stable prices and had built up an all-encompassing system of social benefits for those employed in the state sector -- which meant virtually the whole urban population of some 200 million people. These benefits included not only employment, but housing, education, medical care, maternity care, pensions, etc. In an "enveloping community setting, there was essentially no unemployment, begging or homelessness, virtually no crime, no shanty town slums, no prostitution, and even among the very poor, no underclass of social outcasts in desperate degrading poverty." Thus employment in a Chinese work unit under Mao "allowed even at a very low level of the Chinese economy, conditions of society completely unfamiliar in the vastly more wealthy United States!"
(Quotes from Robert Weil's excellent article: MR '94 Dec. p.27)
Of course, there were still some married women who were themselves not part of a work unit. But more and more women were drawn into the work units as the need of socialist construction expanded. By 1980, those urban women still not in work units as such, all organized themselves into street committees running the affairs of their local communities. They also formed an incredible number of production cooperatives recycling factory waste products, sewing, running canteens, etc. So that in fact, "with the children all in school, everyone -- men, women and children -- belonged to one type of unit or another.
For the rural population, before the "reforms" began, security was provided by the village collectives, the building blocks of the people's communes. After deducting costs of production, as well as funds planned for expanded production and welfare, the yearly village income was divided out to each individual member according to work points earned.
Land reform had been the first great leap forward for rural woman in China. Under the article 6 of the 1947 Land Reform Law "...all land of landlords and all public land ... and all other village land, in accordance with the total population of the village, irrespective of male or female, young or old, shall be unifiedly and equally distributed; ... and it shall be the individual property of each person." Under this law, women for the first time owned their own land. After the new marriage law of 1949, which introduced freedom of choice in marriage and divorce, the work point system introduced with the formation of agricultural collectives, was the next tremendous leap forward in the process of woman's emancipation. Since by the new commune rules income from work points must be paid to the individual who earned them and not to the "head of the family", women suddenly stood equal with men as earners of family income rather than non-paid virtual household slaves.
With income counted in work points, women for the first time pressed to join work in the fields. Was this an asset or a liability? Many men were worried. If women joined work in the fields and got work points too, wouldn't that just decrease the value of work point? Peasant leader Chen Yon Kuei, in the far off, barren mountain village of Dazhai, Shaanxi Province, saw things differently. With so much to be done, how could there be too much labor power? Mobilizing the strength of the collective -- old and young, men and women -- he led the whole village into battle. During the slack farm season, gullies became fields, little fields became bigger fields, and terracing brought crops to steep mountain slopes. Year after year income of the coop steadily increased. We once made a simple calculation. If all of China's peasants had followed Dazhai's example in transforming their crop land, China would not only have enough grain for her own needs but would have enough excess grain to feed 500 million people, more than the whole of Africa at that time. Clearly the world food problem is not due to over population but to capitalism's waste of human resources. Do we need family planning? Yes, I think we do, but not to solve the problem of food. We need family planning to liberate women, to give better care to children and to conserve the environment. A planned economy naturally includes some planning of population growth.
Talking about women in the collectives, I'd like to tell a story here from our own experience. In the middle 70's, my husband Sid (Erwin) Engst and I worked in the Red Star commune, south of Beijing. The commune was having difficulty carrying out their quota for family planning. In those days, each couple was urged to have not more than two children. But peasant families wanted boys, not girls. Without making girls as welcome as boys, there was no way out of the dilemma. What was wrong with a girl child? By custom, she must leave her parent's family and become a member of her husband's family upon marriage. Usually, that meant leaving the village and becoming a member of another cooperative, a different economic unit. As to the parents, she had no obligation to care for them when they got old. As to the village, people thought what good would it be to train girls in any technical skills if they would soon be leaving? We hardly have enough resources to train people for our won village," said the village leaders, "let alone train them for other villages!" Just at that time, a woman in one village rose up to challenge the leadership which had changed her daily work points from 10 to 8 points just because she had gotten married. Under these pressures, the question of women's equality was put to the whole commune for discussion.
Women asked, "when we do the same work as men, why do we get less work points?" The men replied, "because you are weak and we are strong!" The women retorted, "OK, for everyday in the year that our work depends on strength, we'll agree to getting less, but for the other days we must get the same! Let's see who plants rice the fastest!" So they organized a rice planting competition. The women outstripped the men by far. The men conceded. From then on, women got 10 points the same as men. The women said, "we work all day just like the men, why, when we get home, should we have to do the cooking while the men sit in the kang smoking their pipes waiting to eat?" Party secretaries from the whole commune were called on to discuss this issue. In those days, highlights of these discussions came to every village through the commune loudspeaker network. One evening we heard criticisms of party secretary Wong from such and such a village. In the discussions he had agreed that since women also worked in the fields, men should help with the housework. He announced proudly, "I'll do anything needed at home. Except for emptying the pot and changing the baby's diapers, I'll do anything." "What's wrong with, men emptying the pot?" came a sharp woman's voice over the loudspeaker. Men everywhere started. Emptying the pot! One day there was suddenly a great commotion beating of drums and clashing of cymbals. What's going on? A group of young couples were getting married. The bridegrooms had all volunteered to become members of their wives' families instead of the wives becoming the members of the bridegrooms' families. Within a few months, with all these changes going on, villages started training young women as electricians, carpenters, tractor drivers and even mule drivers! "Women hold up half the sky!" What excitement! Having a girl child might be almost as good as having a boy!
A short 5 years later, the "reformers" came to power in China. Capitalism's insatiable demand for commodity labor broke the communes. Under direct pressure from the top, agricultural collectives were replaced by the so called "family contract system." The "excess" labor power used by the peasants to steadily transform their crop land, now flocked to the cities serving the needs of imperialism's new invasion. The coastal cities burst with new skyscrapers. Luxury hotels, foreign banks and superhighways rose like mushrooms after a spring rain. Coca-Cola, Kentucky Fried Chicken, McDonald's, the whole works flocked in. As to agriculture, who cared? Old people, women and children were left to tend the fragmented fields. What did this mean to the millions of Chinese peasant women? It meant abolition of the work point system and the return of the patriarchal family. Since by custom heads of families can only be men -- father, husband or son -- some 400 million peasant women lost their economic independence and, with it, lost the hard-won gains they had made towards political equality with men.
Up until 1980 (i.e., before the communes were broken up) socialism had already brought personal security to over 800 million peasant men and women, in their case not from the state as such, but from their collectives. In those days, "excess" rural labor turned to basic construction of the land. With expanding irrigation networks, drainage systems and the development of local agricultural related industries, agricultural production steadily increased. From 1949 to 1984 the annual increase in grain production outstripped the increase in population.
Increased collective income also meant more money could be set aside for the village welfare fund. Even in the poorest villages, the village welfare fund guaranteed each member a subsistence grain allowance. The grain distributed according to work points was added to this. By 1980, aside from basic food, the welfare funds provided essentially universal primary school education, minimal care for the old and, most striking of all, a nationally integrated health care system starting with "barefoot" doctors at the village level.
Weil's article quoted earlier gives a well documented description of the "reformer's" 15-year dismantling of this unprecedented system of social benefits built up under Mao in China -- a system which had encompassed more than a fifth of all humankind, half of whom are women. Being at the bottom of the ladder of oppression, women had gained the most from socialism. And therefore, had the most, to lose.
Why this ferocious attack not only by the Chinese "reformers" but by the media of the whole western world against this system which had brought so much to the Chinese people, and to the Chinese women in particular? What crime had the system committed?
Clearly there is but one answer. The crucial crime of this system was its fundamental legal code abolishing labor as a commodity. My brother William Hinton on page 664 of the newly published book Ninth Heaven to Ninth Hell ponders this question:
"What is the source of this hatred? It stems I think, from the same source as the gut hatred most Chinese landlords harbored for the Chinese Communist Party. If the Party won a victory it would mean land reform, the end to land rent and the end of landlords, not as individuals, but as an exploiting class. For it was clear to all, including the landlords, that land rent and the landlords who collect them. By the same token, at the end of the twentieth century, in spite of the collapse of the first socialist experiments worldwide, the bourgeoisie and would-be bourgeoisie are now faced with a similar reality. Capitalists cannot get along without wage workers, but working people, including working peasants, can get along very well without capitalists."
To Those who would live off the profit of other people's labor, what could terrify them more than this? For some 30 years, not only did the Chinese workers get along just fine without capitalists to "give them jobs" the Chinese peasantry got along, just fine without landlords or rich peasants to employ them. What's more, in spite of US blockade, the Chinese economy developed extremely fast without "help" from the World Bank nor the IMF, and without foreign investment. And most disturbing of all for the bourgeoisie, this remarkable speed of economic development was done by reliance on the creativity and enthusiasm of the Chinese people themselves. What has happened once can always happen again. Mao died, capitalism has been restored, polarization has set in with a few becoming extremely rich. But no matter how much the present leaders in China try to bury these 30 years, the "terrible" ghost of Mao's achievement will never cease to haunt them.
These achievements did not come easy. The new society was not a utopia. It was a real society born in fierce struggle. What was the main obstacle? Was it the US economic blockade? No. Was it the split with the USSR? No. The main obstacle to the development of socialism in China was internal, not external. Over 30 years, by far the most complicated, the hardest to understand, and the most difficult to handle was the omnipresent fierce internal party struggle. Talking about these fundamental questions am I leaving the topic of women? No. Certainly not. In all types of social oppression, women are always at the bottom of the ladder. I feel very strongly that if we do not dig down to the bottom to unearth the the complicated relation of women's own special oppression with that of all oppression, we can never get anywhere. We cannot just look at the phenomena, we must try hard to understand the essence.
After years of study, investigation and analysis, not only of China, but all the socialist countries at that time, Mao finally formulated what we consider to be his greatest contribution to Marxism. That is that under socialist economic conditions, the main class struggle in society between the proletariat and the bourgeoisie changes its form, appearing not as a struggle between economic classes which no longer exist as such, but as a line struggle in the top echelons of the party. This dialectical, metamorphosis, where inner party struggle becomes the predominant form of class struggle in society, occurs after the communist party in power has essentially completed the socialist transformation of the economic base, i.e. after the transformation of private ownership of the means of production into public or collective ownership. At this point the old bourgeoisie has lost its teeth. w=Without connections within the party in power it has no chance of a comeback. Though the bourgeoisie has disappeared, as Hinton mentions above, the "would-be" bourgeoisie is still very plentiful both inside and outside the party.
The necessity of making class analysis without classes is something completely new in human history. It is something none of us has ever experienced before. From this point of view, Mao's method of education people was very interesting. For over 18 years my husband and I worked in state farms in Shaanxi province. Every morning before going to work we had an hour of political study. In the early sixties, after the so-called "failure of the great leap forward" and before the open split with the USSR, two questions for discussion came down through the party to our study. The first question was, "Are there classes in socialist society?" The second was, "Is there class struggle in socialist society?" No answer was given. We discussed this a long time. We tried to figure out whether there was exploitation or not. I can't remember exactly, what our conclusion was, but as I recall, we all agreed the "relations of production" depended a lot on the management. Of course, at that time we never dreamed this could become an antagonistic contradiction. If this question came to our study, it came to every corner of China.
Just think, way back then, Mao mobilized hundreds of millions of people to discuss this question!
In socialist society, without a bourgeoisie, what criteria could be used to discover this "would-be" bourgeoisie? This question became more and more acute until it finally burst in the Cultural Revolution. At this point Mao pointed out, the only way to distinguish them is by this line they carry out.
During those years some leading cadres only appeared to believe in socialism. They did not correct their mistakes, or only made a show of correcting them, and clandestinely obstructed in one way or another all advances along the socialist road. Mao called these cadres, "those in authority in the party taking the capitalist road" or simply "capitalist roaders." Personally, I found that an extremely sensitive test of line was and is the attitude toward women. In China "capitalist roaders" were invariably male chaunivists. To them women's place was in the home. Women were naturally weaker than men so women should naturally have lower wages. Women can't be trained for technical jobs because they take too much time for getting married and having children, etc.
Of course, not all male chauvinists were "capitalist roaders." The real "capitalist roaders" could gradually be detected by the consistency of their line. They invariably pushed a policy which would have changed the economic system itself to legalize both the transposition of public assets into private capital and the accumulation of private capital through exploitation. Their attitude towards women was just one facet of this overall strategy.
It was the struggle against activities of this kind which appeared as a two-line struggle. The taller the tree, the bigger the shadow. Struggle originating at the bottom could only have a local effect. The higher the cadre, the greater the effect, until struggle at the top of the party affected every aspect of society as a whole.
Once we capture the analysis of the two-line struggle -- the struggle between the "bourgeois reactionary line and the proletarian revolutionary line" as Mao called it, is precisely a class analysis of socialist society -- then we realize the tremendous work Mao has done in formulating this analysis. It is a creative development of Marxism.
During the Cultural Revolution, Mao tried in every way he could to teach the Chinese people how to detect "capitalist roaders" in the leadership of the party by analyzing the line they pushed. The three main criteria were "who do they believe in, who do they rely on, and who do the mobilize?" Clearly, relegating women to the kitchen is leaving out half of humankind! The "reformer's" call for a few people to get rich first is an excellent example of "believing in the few, relying on the few, and mobilizing the few." As soon as the "reformers" came to power in China, they cut the right to strike from the constitution, forbid people to hang big character posters, and cut out all mass movements. The June 4th 1989 "Beijing massacre" unmasked, once and for all, the true meaning of their line.
The opposite is what Mao called "the proletarian revolutionary line" -- "believe in the masses, rely on the masses, mobilize the masses."
Do decisions being made by the leaders take into consideration the interests of all the people of just those of a few? Of long term of just immediate interests? Do the policies pushed by the leaders help unite all the people in building a new society or do they cause splitting between different ethnic, regional, gender or any other groups? Do leaders discuss things with those they lead or do they do things secretly behind closed doors? Do they involve people in decision making or do they just hand out orders? Do they welcome criticism from below or do they fear it? If so, why? With nothing to hide, why should they fear criticism? Are women encouraged to do their part in building the new society? It was these kinds of questions that Mao mobilized the Chinese people in their millions to ask during the Cultural Revolution.
Using these criteria, people all over China soon began unearthing "capitalist roaders." The "capitalist roaders" immediately counter-attacked with the deadly weapon of factionalism. The situation became extremely complicated. As the proletarian leadership called on all the people to unite against a "small handful" the "capitalist roaders" incited factionalism -- both in relentless personal power struggles against each other and as shields to protest themselves from detection by the people.
Since the main ideology in society was petty-bourgeois, the majority of the people were left helpless, unable to extract themselves and the leaders they chose from the entanglement of factionalism. In my opinion, this was the main objective cause of the failure of the Cultural Revolution. It is also the main objective cause preventing the working people of the world -- men and women, black, white, yellow, and brown -- from uniting to defeat their common oppressors. The oppressors have always instigated and thrived on our fighting among ourselves.
With the collapse of the socialist camp, the world bourgeoisie has triumphantly taken over. The ball is now in their court. But they are helpless. Capitalism's insatiable greed for maximum profit leaves it with no solution. Corruption, crime, drugs, environmental destruction, ethnic wars, unemployment, destitution in the midst of abundance are all it can offer. With billions upon billions of dollars going into armaments, it has no money for education, health, social welfare, or common sense.
But I'm an indomitable optimist. Since capitalism can't possibly solve the problems of the people, the people will certainly throw it out! For 30 years in China I lived the future. I know it's beautiful and know it works. Eventually socialism will certainly sweep capitalism off this earth and with it the oppression of all people including women.
Thank you.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Joan Hinton: An internationalist. A revolutionary scientist. A socialist.
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Birthday greeting sa'kin nung Jan 24, 2010.. NGAYON KO LANG NAPASALAMATAN! June 30, 2010 na ngayon, grabe! :O http://ow.ly/24OFn
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Pera
Pera. Pera ang sanhi ng kalakhan ng suliranin sa paligid: kawalan/kakulangan ng edukasyon, kawalan ng tirahan, kakulangan sa pananamit, pagkagutom -- na sya ring sanhi ng talamak na krimeng nagkalat sa kahit saang dako ng bansa. Pinakamalala, ng mundo.
Ilang araw na akong tinatawagan ng aking ina. Pilit nyang iniaalok ang trabahong gustong ibigay sa akin ng isa sa mga pinsan ko. P18,000 ang sahod kada buwan, bilang call center agent. Magandang oportunidad kung tutuusin. Uupo ka lang at sasagot ng tawag, presto! May labinwalonlibompiso ka na agad.
Sa ilang beses na pagtawag na 'yon ng aking ina, ilang beses ko rin syang tinanggihan. Umaabot sa puntong nagkakasagutan kami, nagkakataasan ng tono. Kasabay ng mga pagkakainitang iyon ay ang paulit-ulit kong pagpapaliwanag kung bakit ayokong iwan ang trabahong meron ako ngayon... na alam kong naiintindihan nya. Kakalma ang usapan, mapupunta sa kamustahan. Pero ilang araw ang lilipas, nandyan na naman ang tawag.
Pera. Pera ang sanhi ng pangungulit ng aking ina na tanggapin na ang alok ng aking pinsan. May bahay kaming binabayaran, tubig, kuryente, pagkain sa araw-araw, pamasahe at baon ng dalawa kong kapatid, atbp... at wala itong ipinagkaiba sa suliranin ng mga pamilyang payak lang din ang pamumuhay. Naiintindihan ko naman. Alam ko 'yon. Hindi ako bulag para hindi ko makita ang kalagayan ng aming pamilya ngayon -- kalagayan matapos maghiwalay ang aking mga magulang noong nakaraang buwan lang.
Bakit nga ba hindi ko pa tanggapin ang trabahong 'yon nang matapos na ang pangungulit ng aking ina? Bakit nga ba hindi ko pa kagatin ang libu-libong piso na 'yon kada buwan nang makaluwag-luwag na ang aking pamilya?
Bayan. Bayan ang mas gusto kong paglingkuran kaysa sa mga naglalakihang kompanyang humahawak sa leeg ng mga manggagawa. Bayan ang mas gusto kong kausap kaysa sa mga dayuhang gumagamit ng mga banyagang salita. Tawag ng bayan ang mas gusto kong sagutin kaysa sa tawag ng mga dayuhan. Malalim na suliranin ng bayan ang mas gusto kong pakinggan at solusyonan kaysa sa mabababaw na problema ng mga dayuhang kliyente.
Labin-walong libong piso kada buwan, habang ika'y empleyado ng banyagang kompanyang pinasukan mo. Hanggang kailan mo kailangan ng matitirahan? Hanggang kailan mo kailangang manamit? Hanggang kailan mo kailangang kumain? Ang sagot: Habambuhay. Tanong pa: Hanggang kelan ka naman kaya yayakapin ng banyagang kompanyang nag-eempleyo sa'yo? Sagot: Hindi habambuhay.
Aasa na lang ba tayo sa mga hanapbuhay na inilalako ng mga kompanyang primaridad na pinanghahawakan ng mga dayuhan? Isusubo na lang ba natin ang mga trabahong nasa gintong kutsara ng mga banyaga? Panawagan ko: Magtanim tayo.
Labin-walong libong piso kada buwan para sa kaginhawaang makakamit ng aking pamilya. Hindi na namin poproblemahin ang bahay na aming titirahan. Magkakaron kami ng masasarap ng pagkain sa aming hapag-kainan. Makakabili kami ng mga damit at gamit. Magiging masaya ang pamumuhay ng aming pamilya sa loob ng tirahang may kumpletong pasilidad. Napakasarap sa pandinig. Nakakagalak. Nakakataba ng puso.
Mga kapwa mamamayang walang masilungan, walang maayos na pananamit, wala halos makain... ito ang sasalubong sa akin paglabas ko ng bahay. Maganda ba sa paningin? Nakakagalak? Nakakataba ng puso? Mag-isip tayo.
Oo, hindi na uso ang pagpapakabayani sa mga panahong 'to. Marami nang kumwestiyon sa biglaang pagpapalit ng pananaw kong 'to. Marami na ring nag-alok sa akin ng monumento, isama nyo na ang tatay ko. Salamat, salamat... pero hindi monumento ang kailangan ko. Pagbabago. Kung iisa-isahin ko ang mga pagbabagong 'yon, hindi matatapos ang akdang ito. Hindi naman na lingid sa ating mga kaalaman ang umaapaw na suliranin ng ating sistema.
Sabi nga nila, kung gusto mo ng pagbabago, simulan mo 'yon sa sarili mo. Gusto ko ng pagbabago, kaya ako nagbago. Di pa man ganun kalaki ang naiaambag ko para baguhin ang sistemang umiiral, naniniwala akong sa pamamagitan ng pagsisimula kong 'to, makakamit din natin ang pagbabagong ninanais ng lahat.
Hindi ko ipagbibili sa halagang labin-walong libong piso kada buwan ang pagnanais kong makatulong sa nakararami. Hindi ko iniiwan ang pamilya ko. Isanasama ko lang ang pagsasaalang-alang sa marami.
Ilang araw na akong tinatawagan ng aking ina. Pilit nyang iniaalok ang trabahong gustong ibigay sa akin ng isa sa mga pinsan ko. P18,000 ang sahod kada buwan, bilang call center agent. Magandang oportunidad kung tutuusin. Uupo ka lang at sasagot ng tawag, presto! May labinwalonlibompiso ka na agad.
Sa ilang beses na pagtawag na 'yon ng aking ina, ilang beses ko rin syang tinanggihan. Umaabot sa puntong nagkakasagutan kami, nagkakataasan ng tono. Kasabay ng mga pagkakainitang iyon ay ang paulit-ulit kong pagpapaliwanag kung bakit ayokong iwan ang trabahong meron ako ngayon... na alam kong naiintindihan nya. Kakalma ang usapan, mapupunta sa kamustahan. Pero ilang araw ang lilipas, nandyan na naman ang tawag.
Pera. Pera ang sanhi ng pangungulit ng aking ina na tanggapin na ang alok ng aking pinsan. May bahay kaming binabayaran, tubig, kuryente, pagkain sa araw-araw, pamasahe at baon ng dalawa kong kapatid, atbp... at wala itong ipinagkaiba sa suliranin ng mga pamilyang payak lang din ang pamumuhay. Naiintindihan ko naman. Alam ko 'yon. Hindi ako bulag para hindi ko makita ang kalagayan ng aming pamilya ngayon -- kalagayan matapos maghiwalay ang aking mga magulang noong nakaraang buwan lang.
Bakit nga ba hindi ko pa tanggapin ang trabahong 'yon nang matapos na ang pangungulit ng aking ina? Bakit nga ba hindi ko pa kagatin ang libu-libong piso na 'yon kada buwan nang makaluwag-luwag na ang aking pamilya?
Bayan. Bayan ang mas gusto kong paglingkuran kaysa sa mga naglalakihang kompanyang humahawak sa leeg ng mga manggagawa. Bayan ang mas gusto kong kausap kaysa sa mga dayuhang gumagamit ng mga banyagang salita. Tawag ng bayan ang mas gusto kong sagutin kaysa sa tawag ng mga dayuhan. Malalim na suliranin ng bayan ang mas gusto kong pakinggan at solusyonan kaysa sa mabababaw na problema ng mga dayuhang kliyente.
Labin-walong libong piso kada buwan, habang ika'y empleyado ng banyagang kompanyang pinasukan mo. Hanggang kailan mo kailangan ng matitirahan? Hanggang kailan mo kailangang manamit? Hanggang kailan mo kailangang kumain? Ang sagot: Habambuhay. Tanong pa: Hanggang kelan ka naman kaya yayakapin ng banyagang kompanyang nag-eempleyo sa'yo? Sagot: Hindi habambuhay.
Aasa na lang ba tayo sa mga hanapbuhay na inilalako ng mga kompanyang primaridad na pinanghahawakan ng mga dayuhan? Isusubo na lang ba natin ang mga trabahong nasa gintong kutsara ng mga banyaga? Panawagan ko: Magtanim tayo.
Labin-walong libong piso kada buwan para sa kaginhawaang makakamit ng aking pamilya. Hindi na namin poproblemahin ang bahay na aming titirahan. Magkakaron kami ng masasarap ng pagkain sa aming hapag-kainan. Makakabili kami ng mga damit at gamit. Magiging masaya ang pamumuhay ng aming pamilya sa loob ng tirahang may kumpletong pasilidad. Napakasarap sa pandinig. Nakakagalak. Nakakataba ng puso.
Mga kapwa mamamayang walang masilungan, walang maayos na pananamit, wala halos makain... ito ang sasalubong sa akin paglabas ko ng bahay. Maganda ba sa paningin? Nakakagalak? Nakakataba ng puso? Mag-isip tayo.
Oo, hindi na uso ang pagpapakabayani sa mga panahong 'to. Marami nang kumwestiyon sa biglaang pagpapalit ng pananaw kong 'to. Marami na ring nag-alok sa akin ng monumento, isama nyo na ang tatay ko. Salamat, salamat... pero hindi monumento ang kailangan ko. Pagbabago. Kung iisa-isahin ko ang mga pagbabagong 'yon, hindi matatapos ang akdang ito. Hindi naman na lingid sa ating mga kaalaman ang umaapaw na suliranin ng ating sistema.
Sabi nga nila, kung gusto mo ng pagbabago, simulan mo 'yon sa sarili mo. Gusto ko ng pagbabago, kaya ako nagbago. Di pa man ganun kalaki ang naiaambag ko para baguhin ang sistemang umiiral, naniniwala akong sa pamamagitan ng pagsisimula kong 'to, makakamit din natin ang pagbabagong ninanais ng lahat.
Hindi ko ipagbibili sa halagang labin-walong libong piso kada buwan ang pagnanais kong makatulong sa nakararami. Hindi ko iniiwan ang pamilya ko. Isanasama ko lang ang pagsasaalang-alang sa marami.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Saturday, June 26, 2010
I got new spoon from Ate Reileen! WEE! (^^,)/ I so love you Ate Rei! Muah! Muah! Muah! ^^, Sarap nung pasta!:D (puttanesca ba un? or ibang luto?) Sayang di ko na-try ung fried wrapped dishes mo. xD Salamat din sa iMissYouLikeCrazy movie na talaga namang tinutukan namin! Hahaha! :)) Hanggang sa muli! Happy birthday ulit!Ü Mmmmuah! :* ^^, http://ow.ly/23CBr
GREAT MORNING!!! :D I'm gon see my babies today! Wee!!! :D Post-Election IT Conference later @ UP Diliman. AYEAH! xD http://ow.ly/23tCF
Friday, June 25, 2010
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Monday, June 21, 2010
The UP Walking/Jogging/Biking Activity Part 2
Nairaos naman ang walking/jogging/biking activity kanina, though late ako nakarating (7pm na ata.. 5pm ang usapan). Tagtag sa byahe mula Parañaque, isang maling desisyon ata ang pag-uwi ko pa sa opis at pag-bike ko papuntang UP. Naka-tatlong hinto ako along Katipunan-UP road, at mangiyak-ngiyak ako habang pumipidal. "Dapat kasi nag-commute na lang ako" -- na na-realize ko nung nangalahati na 'ko sa byahe. Halos isumpa ko ang mga pataas na part ng kalsada pa-UP (at pabalik), grabe.
Tatlo lang kami nila Harry at Leon na dumating. Si Loi, nasa Valenzuela. Si Rog, nasa byahe pabalik ng menila. Si Miss Meggie, pass daw muna.. titigil daw muna sya sa pag-yyosi, hehe. Si Kiko, walang reply.. kagabi pa.
Pagkauwi ko kanina, gustung-gusto ko na maligo agad, pero sabi ko magpapahinga muna 'ko dahil ayoko naman mamatay ng maaga. Pagkatapos kong magpahinga, inisip kong maligo pagkatapos na lang namin kumain ni Harry. Nang matapos na kaming kumain, tinamad na 'kong maligo. "Okay, bukas na nga lang ako maliligo." Lumipas ang mga oras, inantok na 'ko. Pagkatapos maihanda ang tutulugan, shempre matutulog na dapat. Kaso, para 'kong sinusuka ng higaan! Amf! Wala 'kong nagawa kundi bumangon at mag-wash up! Grrr.
(Marj, bili ka na ng against-wounds-and-scars protection mo for our biking tutorial, haha. Joke lang. Actually di ko pa naranasan magturo ng pag-bbike, sa'yo pa lang.. kaya gudlak satin, hahaha. xD Loi at Rog, bawi kayo ha! :P)
Aun lang. Goodnight!
Tatlo lang kami nila Harry at Leon na dumating. Si Loi, nasa Valenzuela. Si Rog, nasa byahe pabalik ng menila. Si Miss Meggie, pass daw muna.. titigil daw muna sya sa pag-yyosi, hehe. Si Kiko, walang reply.. kagabi pa.
Pagkauwi ko kanina, gustung-gusto ko na maligo agad, pero sabi ko magpapahinga muna 'ko dahil ayoko naman mamatay ng maaga. Pagkatapos kong magpahinga, inisip kong maligo pagkatapos na lang namin kumain ni Harry. Nang matapos na kaming kumain, tinamad na 'kong maligo. "Okay, bukas na nga lang ako maliligo." Lumipas ang mga oras, inantok na 'ko. Pagkatapos maihanda ang tutulugan, shempre matutulog na dapat. Kaso, para 'kong sinusuka ng higaan! Amf! Wala 'kong nagawa kundi bumangon at mag-wash up! Grrr.
(Marj, bili ka na ng against-wounds-and-scars protection mo for our biking tutorial, haha. Joke lang. Actually di ko pa naranasan magturo ng pag-bbike, sa'yo pa lang.. kaya gudlak satin, hahaha. xD Loi at Rog, bawi kayo ha! :P)
Aun lang. Goodnight!
Sunday, June 20, 2010
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Thursday, June 17, 2010
The Memories, Oh...
Last part of the video wasn't cut, hoho! And the pacing is a bit fast, coz we really intended to include vast amount of pics.
This video was created amid 28th and 29th of May 2009, as we decided to make a presentation for the next morning. Together with Meih, Alexis, and Martin, we almost did not sleep just for this video to get done! We stayed @ Dadi Nyork's place, where just blocks away is Jackie Rice's house. Haha!
The 29th is our graduation, CPU interns' graduation. (Btw, we're the first batch of CPU interns: Meih, Alexis, Martin, Mondz, Mark, and Oyo. We're the CPU internship's "guinea pigs", as what they would always want to call us, grrr.Ü) The celebration was so memorable, you can see it in our pics. ;D
In A Nut Shell: During our one-month training period, everything just went soooo so right -- the lecture discussions and workshops (for the technicalities), the priceless events that we're able to attend, the people we met, the lessons we've learned (so much of it), the everyday bonding experience, the food and sound trips, the laughs, the stories, and all! We never had dull moments together. Each day starts with fun, and also ends with it. Haaaaay, seems like it just happened yesterday. You might want to ask how did we get into CPU's internship. Well, read my blog (way back 28april2009), hehe.
So there, I just wanna share this vid (and the story). It's nostalgic. Grrr.Ü
Bike! I Like! :D
Naganap ang first day ng 2-day training ng CPU ngayong araw. Marami akong natutunan, pramis. Ung mga tanong na matagal ko nang hinahanapan ng kasagutan, nasagot ngayong araw. :)
Tanghali kanina nung lumabas sila Kuya Dante para bumili ng ulam. Nainggit ako nung hiniram nya ung bike ni Dadi Nyork.Ü Tinanong ko tuloy nun si Dadi Nyork kung dadalhin nya ba ung bike nya pauwi o iiwan nya muna sa opis. Sabi nya, iiwan nya raw.. kaya nagpaalam ako kung pwede ko rin hiramin. :D Okay naman daw, kaya nag-decide akong mag-bike bukas ng maaga.Ü
Pagkatapos ng maghapong training, nagkanya-kanya na kami ng mga gawain.Ü Nabanggit ni Leon na mag-jjog daw sila nila Loi.. na nabanggit din ni Harry, kung saan sasama rin daw si Rog.Ü Nagbiro ako kung pwedeng sumama, tapos mag-bbike lang ako, hehe. Okay naman kay Leon ang ideya. Pero, napaisip ako.. kasi kung magbbike ako, medyo malayu-layo rin ang UP mula sa opis, at hindi ko alam ang daan (I mean, alam ko pumunta ng UP, pero shempre ang daan ko eh sa daanan ng mga tao, hindi sa daanan ng mga sasakyan, diba.Ü) So wala akong idea, sakaling mag-bbike ako, kung saan dadaan. Bakit, pwede bang idaan ang bike sa footbridge? (Oo, pwede naman, kung may lakas kang buhat-buhatin ung bike paakyat at pababa.:D)
Tinuruan ako nila Ate Mabel ng instruction kung saan-saan ang mga pwedeng daanan. Na-gets ko naman, pero shempre di maaalis sakin na kabahan kasi unang beses ko un tatahakin with the bike, tapos mag-isa pa. :S
Lumipas ang kulang-kulang isang oras, nagyaya na si Leon pa-UP. Akala ko di nya seseryosohin ung pagsama ko.. ako kasi nag-aalangan din talaga. Pero dahil sa sobrang excitement kong makapag-bike na, nag-decide akong sumama na rin (though kinakabahan talaga 'ko sa gagawin ko).
Sabay kaming umalis ni Leon. Naghiwalay kami pagdating sa Katipunan. Sumakay sya, ako naman nag-bike na. Tinahak ko ang kalye mula opis pa-Katipunan at mula sa Katipunan diretsong UP. Nung una hyper pa 'ko, ilang taon na rin kasi mula nung huli akong nag-bike. Sa kalagitnaan ng byahe ko, nagsimula akong mapagod. Dun ko na-realize na di man lang ako nakapag-stretching muna bago umalis, tsk. Gusto kong humintu-hinto, pero inisip ko naghihintay na sila Rog at Loi sa Vinzons Hall (at baka pati si Leon na rin).. kaya kelangan kong bilisan. Ilang metro pa ang tinahak ko, nagsimula naman akong mauhaw. Dun ko naisip na bakit ba hindi ko dinala ung tumbler ko, hays.
Pagkarating ko sa UP, nag-park (nag-park?Ü kotse?Ü) ako sa harap ng Vinzons Hall. Tinext ko agad si Leon at Rog, kahit sobrang nanginginig pa ang mga kamay ko sa pagod at naghahabol pa 'ko ng hininga. Ilang minuto ang nagdaan, walang reply ang magkatambal.Ü May narinig akong boses mula sa second floor ng hall.. parang boses ni Loi. Iniwan ko muna ung bike malapit sa nagbabantay na jaguar, tapos umakyat ako sa taas. There I found Loi and Leon. Nandun din pala si Rog, bising-busy sa pag-aayos sa mga kasamahan nyang hindi ko alam kung naghahanda for a show o nagppraktis lang.
Di ko na matiis ang uhaw, kaya napabili ako ng tubig. Ilang sandali pa, nagkayayaan nang simulan ang jogging (nila.Ü). Inihabilin ko muna kay Anton ung bottled water, wala naman kasing basket ung bike para paglagyan ng kung anu-ano. :D Nanguna sa takbuhan ang super focus na si Loi, nakasunod si Leon (na seksing-seksi kung mag-jog :P), at si Rog with her newly-bought rubber shoes.Ü Matapos kong maikot ang acad oval, naisip kong tama na muna. Sila kasi, pag natapos sila sa trip nila, sasakay na lang sila pauwi. Eh ako? Mag-bbike pa 'ko! Pambihira, naawa naman ako bigla sa sarili ko. xD
Naupo na lang ako sa lobby ng Vinzons at hinintay silang matapos. Si Leon ang naunang bumalik, na sinundan ni Rog.. at ni Loi (na natapos din mag-jog after years. lol). Nagpahinga ang lahat at nagbihis.. pwera sakin na sasabak pa ulit sa pagpapapawis. Tingin ko satisfied naman sila sa exercise nila ngayong gabi, though si Rog eh pagkain pa rin ang concern just 10mins after the jog. Haha. Sayang di nakasama si Harry, may pasok kasi sya, huhu. :'(
Uwian na. Lahat sila pa-SM North. Ako naman, pabalik na ulit ng opis. Muntik pa 'kong maligaw nun! Sa pagkakaalam ko kasi, ung kalyeng pinuntahan ko para makalabas eh un din naman ung kalyeng dinaanan ko papasok ng UP! Sobrang dilim, kaya siguro di ko na na-distinguish ung mga daan. :S Buti na lang may jaguar akong nakasalubong, at tinuro ang daan palabas (daang hindi ko naman dinaanan kanina nung nanggaling ako sa Katipunan). Anyways, nakalabas naman ako ng UP. At nakabalik ng ligtas sa opis. ^^,
Aun, sobrang na-miss ko ang pag-bbike!:D Nabigla nga lang yata ako, kaya sobrang pagod ng katawan ko at ansakit ng pwet ko ha, hahaha. Sana makabili rin ako ng sariling mountain bike at helmet, hehe.
Susunod ay ang request ni Marj for a biking tutorial.. abangan. xD
Tanghali kanina nung lumabas sila Kuya Dante para bumili ng ulam. Nainggit ako nung hiniram nya ung bike ni Dadi Nyork.Ü Tinanong ko tuloy nun si Dadi Nyork kung dadalhin nya ba ung bike nya pauwi o iiwan nya muna sa opis. Sabi nya, iiwan nya raw.. kaya nagpaalam ako kung pwede ko rin hiramin. :D Okay naman daw, kaya nag-decide akong mag-bike bukas ng maaga.Ü
Pagkatapos ng maghapong training, nagkanya-kanya na kami ng mga gawain.Ü Nabanggit ni Leon na mag-jjog daw sila nila Loi.. na nabanggit din ni Harry, kung saan sasama rin daw si Rog.Ü Nagbiro ako kung pwedeng sumama, tapos mag-bbike lang ako, hehe. Okay naman kay Leon ang ideya. Pero, napaisip ako.. kasi kung magbbike ako, medyo malayu-layo rin ang UP mula sa opis, at hindi ko alam ang daan (I mean, alam ko pumunta ng UP, pero shempre ang daan ko eh sa daanan ng mga tao, hindi sa daanan ng mga sasakyan, diba.Ü) So wala akong idea, sakaling mag-bbike ako, kung saan dadaan. Bakit, pwede bang idaan ang bike sa footbridge? (Oo, pwede naman, kung may lakas kang buhat-buhatin ung bike paakyat at pababa.:D)
Tinuruan ako nila Ate Mabel ng instruction kung saan-saan ang mga pwedeng daanan. Na-gets ko naman, pero shempre di maaalis sakin na kabahan kasi unang beses ko un tatahakin with the bike, tapos mag-isa pa. :S
Lumipas ang kulang-kulang isang oras, nagyaya na si Leon pa-UP. Akala ko di nya seseryosohin ung pagsama ko.. ako kasi nag-aalangan din talaga. Pero dahil sa sobrang excitement kong makapag-bike na, nag-decide akong sumama na rin (though kinakabahan talaga 'ko sa gagawin ko).
Sabay kaming umalis ni Leon. Naghiwalay kami pagdating sa Katipunan. Sumakay sya, ako naman nag-bike na. Tinahak ko ang kalye mula opis pa-Katipunan at mula sa Katipunan diretsong UP. Nung una hyper pa 'ko, ilang taon na rin kasi mula nung huli akong nag-bike. Sa kalagitnaan ng byahe ko, nagsimula akong mapagod. Dun ko na-realize na di man lang ako nakapag-stretching muna bago umalis, tsk. Gusto kong humintu-hinto, pero inisip ko naghihintay na sila Rog at Loi sa Vinzons Hall (at baka pati si Leon na rin).. kaya kelangan kong bilisan. Ilang metro pa ang tinahak ko, nagsimula naman akong mauhaw. Dun ko naisip na bakit ba hindi ko dinala ung tumbler ko, hays.
Pagkarating ko sa UP, nag-park (nag-park?Ü kotse?Ü) ako sa harap ng Vinzons Hall. Tinext ko agad si Leon at Rog, kahit sobrang nanginginig pa ang mga kamay ko sa pagod at naghahabol pa 'ko ng hininga. Ilang minuto ang nagdaan, walang reply ang magkatambal.Ü May narinig akong boses mula sa second floor ng hall.. parang boses ni Loi. Iniwan ko muna ung bike malapit sa nagbabantay na jaguar, tapos umakyat ako sa taas. There I found Loi and Leon. Nandun din pala si Rog, bising-busy sa pag-aayos sa mga kasamahan nyang hindi ko alam kung naghahanda for a show o nagppraktis lang.
Di ko na matiis ang uhaw, kaya napabili ako ng tubig. Ilang sandali pa, nagkayayaan nang simulan ang jogging (nila.Ü). Inihabilin ko muna kay Anton ung bottled water, wala naman kasing basket ung bike para paglagyan ng kung anu-ano. :D Nanguna sa takbuhan ang super focus na si Loi, nakasunod si Leon (na seksing-seksi kung mag-jog :P), at si Rog with her newly-bought rubber shoes.Ü Matapos kong maikot ang acad oval, naisip kong tama na muna. Sila kasi, pag natapos sila sa trip nila, sasakay na lang sila pauwi. Eh ako? Mag-bbike pa 'ko! Pambihira, naawa naman ako bigla sa sarili ko. xD
Naupo na lang ako sa lobby ng Vinzons at hinintay silang matapos. Si Leon ang naunang bumalik, na sinundan ni Rog.. at ni Loi (na natapos din mag-jog after years. lol). Nagpahinga ang lahat at nagbihis.. pwera sakin na sasabak pa ulit sa pagpapapawis. Tingin ko satisfied naman sila sa exercise nila ngayong gabi, though si Rog eh pagkain pa rin ang concern just 10mins after the jog. Haha. Sayang di nakasama si Harry, may pasok kasi sya, huhu. :'(
Uwian na. Lahat sila pa-SM North. Ako naman, pabalik na ulit ng opis. Muntik pa 'kong maligaw nun! Sa pagkakaalam ko kasi, ung kalyeng pinuntahan ko para makalabas eh un din naman ung kalyeng dinaanan ko papasok ng UP! Sobrang dilim, kaya siguro di ko na na-distinguish ung mga daan. :S Buti na lang may jaguar akong nakasalubong, at tinuro ang daan palabas (daang hindi ko naman dinaanan kanina nung nanggaling ako sa Katipunan). Anyways, nakalabas naman ako ng UP. At nakabalik ng ligtas sa opis. ^^,
Aun, sobrang na-miss ko ang pag-bbike!:D Nabigla nga lang yata ako, kaya sobrang pagod ng katawan ko at ansakit ng pwet ko ha, hahaha. Sana makabili rin ako ng sariling mountain bike at helmet, hehe.
Susunod ay ang request ni Marj for a biking tutorial.. abangan. xD
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Nayaya ako sa 7pm jogging nila Leon, Rog, at Loi sa UPD.Ü Naka-bike lang ako PAPUNTA'T PAIKOT NG UP, AT PABALIK NG KATIPUNAN! Whew!!! (Salamat sa bike mo Dadi Nyork). :D Matagal-tagal na rin akong di nakapag-bike! At hindi man lang pala ako nakapag-warmup bago sumabak sa byahe! Hooohh! Kapagod grabe! Magandang gabi.Ü *pant
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
First Day High!
I woke up @ 5am today and prepared for my school stuffs: binder, set of pens, pad paper, tumbler, etc. I was really excited coz after a long vacation, classes will now start again!Ü I took my bath quickly, coz Yna was waiting for her turn. Mom woke up earlier, so the breakfast was already served when I went out of the room. I just ate a piece of bread and an egg, then left right away coz I'm already late for class. When I reached school, I was so eager to fin'lly see my friends and chat with them.Ü And so the class started. Now let's get into the real story.
I woke up @ 5am today and prepared for my stuffs: actually it was just my bag and used clothes that i wore yesterday. I was really excited coz after a long vacation, classes will now start again, with the twist of the significant protest which was held early this morning. I took my bath quickly, coz Anton was waiting for his turn. Tita Stella (Leon and Anton's mom) woke up earlier, so the breakfast was already served when we went out from each room. I just ate a piece of bread and an egg, then we left right away coz we're already late for the said protest. When we reached the school (QCSHS), I was really excited coz that'll be my first time to witness a youth protest action (done by the Quezon City Science High School Alumni Association) against the return of their corrupt and ineligible former principal (Dr. Zenaida Sadsad). And so the protest action started.
Now my eyes are starting to get teary. I'm missing my schooling. I'm missing my schools. I'm missing the reason why I'm always excited to go to school -- that's the people I used to get along for always (studying is the next priority). I'm missing to disturb (like 400+) recipients with school announcements and FYIs that I send them every now and then. After the graduation, well, I felt no changes. It was like the same old vacation that happens every after each second semester. And now, it seems that it was just starting to sink in me that I'm already off from schooling (not studying). I'm missing my scholar state. :'(
For the past sixteen years of my existence, I've been used to my home-to-school-to-hangout-to-home routine. Now I'm facing a struggle on how to adjust with the life after that. It's hard to deal with it, but I have no choice... everybody's got no choice. What's helping is that I'm happy where I am and what I'm doing now.
Growing up sucks.
I woke up @ 5am today and prepared for my stuffs: actually it was just my bag and used clothes that i wore yesterday. I was really excited coz after a long vacation, classes will now start again, with the twist of the significant protest which was held early this morning. I took my bath quickly, coz Anton was waiting for his turn. Tita Stella (Leon and Anton's mom) woke up earlier, so the breakfast was already served when we went out from each room. I just ate a piece of bread and an egg, then we left right away coz we're already late for the said protest. When we reached the school (QCSHS), I was really excited coz that'll be my first time to witness a youth protest action (done by the Quezon City Science High School Alumni Association) against the return of their corrupt and ineligible former principal (Dr. Zenaida Sadsad). And so the protest action started.
Now my eyes are starting to get teary. I'm missing my schooling. I'm missing my schools. I'm missing the reason why I'm always excited to go to school -- that's the people I used to get along for always (studying is the next priority). I'm missing to disturb (like 400+) recipients with school announcements and FYIs that I send them every now and then. After the graduation, well, I felt no changes. It was like the same old vacation that happens every after each second semester. And now, it seems that it was just starting to sink in me that I'm already off from schooling (not studying). I'm missing my scholar state. :'(
For the past sixteen years of my existence, I've been used to my home-to-school-to-hangout-to-home routine. Now I'm facing a struggle on how to adjust with the life after that. It's hard to deal with it, but I have no choice... everybody's got no choice. What's helping is that I'm happy where I am and what I'm doing now.
Growing up sucks.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Wala nang mas sasarap pa pag ako ang nagluto.Ü (Sunny-side-up yan.. wag nyong kontrahin!) http://ow.ly/1XXtD
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Friday, May 28, 2010
Bakit Late Na Ako Lagi Natutulog?
Ako ang taong very conscious pagdating sa oras ng pagtulog. Actually, hindi naman sa oras, kundi sa kung kumpleto ba ang magiging pagtulog ko.
Very strict ako sa sleeping habit ko. Dapat 8hrs talaga ang tulog ko.. or more. Pag kulang, iritable ako. Lalo na kung halos walang tulog.. and worst, kung walang tulog. Pero bakit nga late na ako lagi natutulog ngayon? Hmmmm…
Mahirap kasi mag-isa dito sa opis. Nakakabingi ang katahimikan. Nakakabaliw ang pag-iisa. ‘Yong mga unang araw nga ng pagtulog ko dito, matinding struggle talaga. Nandyan na ung nakaupo ka lang sa isang sulok, nakatingin sa pintuan, hindi makakilos, at hindi makalingon. Nagtatapang-tapangan lang kasi ako talaga. Ikaw ba naman kwentuhan ng mga nakikita/naririnig/nararamdaman nila (interns/volunteers) sa opis, hindi ka ba naman mapapaisip kahit papano. Ganun ang naging kalakaran ko tuwing maiiwan akong mag-isa dito. Sa totoo lang, pag sinusumpong ako ng matinding kaduwagan, umuuwi pa ako sa Parañaque ng di-oras.
Naaalala ko pa, nung minsang pauwi ako dito sa opis. Gabi na, at ngarag na ‘ko matapos ang isa na namang buong araw. Tinext ko si Leon nun na tawagan ako pagdating ko sa opis, kasi may iko-konsulta ako sa kanya. Pagdating ko ng opis, dumiretso agad ako sa admin room, kung saan naroon ung landline phone. Sa hindi ko malamang dahilan, ayaw bumukas ng ilaw sa kwartong ‘yon. Hindi tuloy ako makapasok.. alam nyo na. Nagsimula akong matakot. Tumuloy ako sa conference room.. binuksan ko ang ilaw, naupo sa harap ng lamesa malapit sa white board, at tinext si Leon na sa cellphone ko na lang sya tumawag (dahil wala na akong pantawag). Ang sabi ko pa nga sa kanya, loadan nya na lang ako para ako na lang ang tatawag, kaso tamad namang lumabas ng bahay ‘yong isa.. at late na rin daw kasi, kaya baka wala na ring bukas na tindahan. Tinext ko nun si Ate Mabel. Tinanong ko kung anong problema ng ilaw sa admin room. Maya-maya, nag-ring ang telepono. Hindi ako kumilos sa kinauupuan ko nun, dahil wala akong tapang na suungin ang kadiliman ng kabilang kwarto, at sagutin ang tawag. Matapos ang ring, may natanggap akong text, galing kay Ate Mabel. Sya pala ung tumatawag. ‘Yong ilaw, hindi nya rin daw mapasindi.. mula pa nung hapon. So cleared, technical ang problema. Nagtext si Leon. Buksan ko na lang daw ung lampshade ni Ate Mabel sa admin room.. na sinagot ko naman agad ng “ayoko”. Maya-maya pa, nag-ring na ang cellphone ko. Si Leon, tumatawag. Bungad nya sakin ang pang-aasar.. sya kasi, hindi naniniwala sa mga ganun. Actually, hindi pa sya nakuntento: “Sana dalawin ka rin nung bata sa CEC. :D”, na naging dahilan ng paghagulgol ko habang kausap sya. Naubos ang oras sa pagpapakalma ko (at nya) kay mondz. Wala rin, hindi ko rin nai-konsulta ung iko-konsulta ko dapat (na dahilan kung bakit ako nagpatawag). Napaka-sadista. Walang awa, hmp.
Naisip ko, hindi pwedeng ganun ng ganun. Since wala akong pera para magpabalik-balik ng QC-Parañaque, kelangan kong masolusyunan ang problema ko (problemang kung tutuusin ay napaka-childish, pero big deal talaga sa’kin).Tiniis ko ang parusa ng kakulangan sa katapangan. Lahat na ata ng happy moments binabalikan ko. Minsan nga pati kilig moments pa, ma-divert lang ang paranoid kong utak. Hindi ako nagdadasal, kasi nakakaramdam ako ng takot pag ganun.. hindi ko alam kung bakit.
Dalawa, tatlo, apat na beses na pag-iisa ko dito sa opis.. nasanay na lang ako. “Sinong matutulog sa opis?”, tanong ni Dadi Nyork kagabi nung pauwi na kami nila Ate Mabel matapos ang Talakayan sa Kubo. “Ako po.Ü”, nakangiti sagot ko. “Hindi ka natatakot?”, naka-ngising tanong nya. “Pinatibay na ‘ko ng panahon!Ü Security and Ghost threats, na-overcome ko na ata! :D”, sagot ko matapos tumawa.. na siya rin namang tinawanan nila.
Hindi tulad noon na nasusugatan ako kakamadali sa pagbukas ng gate sa pag-iisip na baka may tumapik sa kamay ko galing sa loob, kalmado ko nang nailulusot ang kamay ko sa butas ng gate para i-unlock ang kandado. Malaya na rin akong nakakapaglakad-lakad sa buong bahay na hindi iniisip ang paglitaw ng kung anuman kasabay ng paglingon ko. Siguro nga, nasanay na talaga ako.
Ang problema ko na lang ngayon, hindi ko magawang matulong ng maaga. Tuwing ipipikit ko na kasi ang mga mata ko, kung anu-ano ang pumapasok sa isip ko. At ayoko nun. Ang solusyon: magpaantok. Magpaantok ng bonggang bongga. Ung tipong papagurin mo ang mga mata mo, hanggang sa hindi na nito kayanin ang bigat kaya hindi mo na mapigilang pumikit. Computer (si Swivel actually) lang ang nakakatulong sa’kin, wala naman kasing TV dito. Pag ganun, ilang minuto lang mahimbing na agad ang tulog ko. Mga alas dose ng hatinggabi ako dinadalaw ni kaibigang antok. Minsan nga ala una pasado pa o alas dos, pag minalas-malas. Wala akong magawa eh. Hindi talaga ako makatulog pag ipipikit ko lang basta-basta ang mga mata ko.
Mahirap. Lalo na’t opisina ‘tong lugar na kailangang naka-setup na ang lahat pagpatak ng alas nwebe ng umaga bilang pagsisimula ng office hour. Kelangan ko lagi gumising ng 7:30am (maximum na ‘yon) dahil mabagal akong kumilos.. kaya kelangan ko nang mahabang panahon para sa pagliligpit ng hinigaan, paghanda ng makakain, pagligo, at pag-aayos ng paligid. Obviously hindi ko na ma-spoil ang sarili ko ng kumpletong tulog. Haaaay.
Oh pano, hanggang sa muli!
Salamat sa oras mo.
Very strict ako sa sleeping habit ko. Dapat 8hrs talaga ang tulog ko.. or more. Pag kulang, iritable ako. Lalo na kung halos walang tulog.. and worst, kung walang tulog. Pero bakit nga late na ako lagi natutulog ngayon? Hmmmm…
Mahirap kasi mag-isa dito sa opis. Nakakabingi ang katahimikan. Nakakabaliw ang pag-iisa. ‘Yong mga unang araw nga ng pagtulog ko dito, matinding struggle talaga. Nandyan na ung nakaupo ka lang sa isang sulok, nakatingin sa pintuan, hindi makakilos, at hindi makalingon. Nagtatapang-tapangan lang kasi ako talaga. Ikaw ba naman kwentuhan ng mga nakikita/naririnig/nararamdaman nila (interns/volunteers) sa opis, hindi ka ba naman mapapaisip kahit papano. Ganun ang naging kalakaran ko tuwing maiiwan akong mag-isa dito. Sa totoo lang, pag sinusumpong ako ng matinding kaduwagan, umuuwi pa ako sa Parañaque ng di-oras.
Naaalala ko pa, nung minsang pauwi ako dito sa opis. Gabi na, at ngarag na ‘ko matapos ang isa na namang buong araw. Tinext ko si Leon nun na tawagan ako pagdating ko sa opis, kasi may iko-konsulta ako sa kanya. Pagdating ko ng opis, dumiretso agad ako sa admin room, kung saan naroon ung landline phone. Sa hindi ko malamang dahilan, ayaw bumukas ng ilaw sa kwartong ‘yon. Hindi tuloy ako makapasok.. alam nyo na. Nagsimula akong matakot. Tumuloy ako sa conference room.. binuksan ko ang ilaw, naupo sa harap ng lamesa malapit sa white board, at tinext si Leon na sa cellphone ko na lang sya tumawag (dahil wala na akong pantawag). Ang sabi ko pa nga sa kanya, loadan nya na lang ako para ako na lang ang tatawag, kaso tamad namang lumabas ng bahay ‘yong isa.. at late na rin daw kasi, kaya baka wala na ring bukas na tindahan. Tinext ko nun si Ate Mabel. Tinanong ko kung anong problema ng ilaw sa admin room. Maya-maya, nag-ring ang telepono. Hindi ako kumilos sa kinauupuan ko nun, dahil wala akong tapang na suungin ang kadiliman ng kabilang kwarto, at sagutin ang tawag. Matapos ang ring, may natanggap akong text, galing kay Ate Mabel. Sya pala ung tumatawag. ‘Yong ilaw, hindi nya rin daw mapasindi.. mula pa nung hapon. So cleared, technical ang problema. Nagtext si Leon. Buksan ko na lang daw ung lampshade ni Ate Mabel sa admin room.. na sinagot ko naman agad ng “ayoko”. Maya-maya pa, nag-ring na ang cellphone ko. Si Leon, tumatawag. Bungad nya sakin ang pang-aasar.. sya kasi, hindi naniniwala sa mga ganun. Actually, hindi pa sya nakuntento: “Sana dalawin ka rin nung bata sa CEC. :D”, na naging dahilan ng paghagulgol ko habang kausap sya. Naubos ang oras sa pagpapakalma ko (at nya) kay mondz. Wala rin, hindi ko rin nai-konsulta ung iko-konsulta ko dapat (na dahilan kung bakit ako nagpatawag). Napaka-sadista. Walang awa, hmp.
Naisip ko, hindi pwedeng ganun ng ganun. Since wala akong pera para magpabalik-balik ng QC-Parañaque, kelangan kong masolusyunan ang problema ko (problemang kung tutuusin ay napaka-childish, pero big deal talaga sa’kin).Tiniis ko ang parusa ng kakulangan sa katapangan. Lahat na ata ng happy moments binabalikan ko. Minsan nga pati kilig moments pa, ma-divert lang ang paranoid kong utak. Hindi ako nagdadasal, kasi nakakaramdam ako ng takot pag ganun.. hindi ko alam kung bakit.
Dalawa, tatlo, apat na beses na pag-iisa ko dito sa opis.. nasanay na lang ako. “Sinong matutulog sa opis?”, tanong ni Dadi Nyork kagabi nung pauwi na kami nila Ate Mabel matapos ang Talakayan sa Kubo. “Ako po.Ü”, nakangiti sagot ko. “Hindi ka natatakot?”, naka-ngising tanong nya. “Pinatibay na ‘ko ng panahon!Ü Security and Ghost threats, na-overcome ko na ata! :D”, sagot ko matapos tumawa.. na siya rin namang tinawanan nila.
Hindi tulad noon na nasusugatan ako kakamadali sa pagbukas ng gate sa pag-iisip na baka may tumapik sa kamay ko galing sa loob, kalmado ko nang nailulusot ang kamay ko sa butas ng gate para i-unlock ang kandado. Malaya na rin akong nakakapaglakad-lakad sa buong bahay na hindi iniisip ang paglitaw ng kung anuman kasabay ng paglingon ko. Siguro nga, nasanay na talaga ako.
Ang problema ko na lang ngayon, hindi ko magawang matulong ng maaga. Tuwing ipipikit ko na kasi ang mga mata ko, kung anu-ano ang pumapasok sa isip ko. At ayoko nun. Ang solusyon: magpaantok. Magpaantok ng bonggang bongga. Ung tipong papagurin mo ang mga mata mo, hanggang sa hindi na nito kayanin ang bigat kaya hindi mo na mapigilang pumikit. Computer (si Swivel actually) lang ang nakakatulong sa’kin, wala naman kasing TV dito. Pag ganun, ilang minuto lang mahimbing na agad ang tulog ko. Mga alas dose ng hatinggabi ako dinadalaw ni kaibigang antok. Minsan nga ala una pasado pa o alas dos, pag minalas-malas. Wala akong magawa eh. Hindi talaga ako makatulog pag ipipikit ko lang basta-basta ang mga mata ko.
Mahirap. Lalo na’t opisina ‘tong lugar na kailangang naka-setup na ang lahat pagpatak ng alas nwebe ng umaga bilang pagsisimula ng office hour. Kelangan ko lagi gumising ng 7:30am (maximum na ‘yon) dahil mabagal akong kumilos.. kaya kelangan ko nang mahabang panahon para sa pagliligpit ng hinigaan, paghanda ng makakain, pagligo, at pag-aayos ng paligid. Obviously hindi ko na ma-spoil ang sarili ko ng kumpletong tulog. Haaaay.
Oh pano, hanggang sa muli!
Salamat sa oras mo.
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