10
Jun

Collective forgetfulness and freedom

We Filipinos suffer from what I call collective forgetfulness: we tend to easily forget what had happened before. We easily forget those memories that are rather impersonal to us – those events that we have no personal involvement, only a peripheral knowledge of what had happened. We easily forget those events that have no relevance in our lives. This collective forgetfulness is, I think, an extension of our “walang pakialam” attitude, a manifestation of our inherent apathy with regards to our duties as citizens.

If we keep on complaining about this regime moving holidays haphazardly, without any discernible or logical pattern, we only have ourselves to blame. Our Congress – composed of legislators that we have elected, our representatives – passed a law allowing the president to move the holidays.

What are holidays for? The word holiday is a contraction of the words holy and day, giving it a religious significance. Later on, the word holiday also meant a day for celebration or commemoration of certain events; for example, Rizal Day is a holiday commemorating the martyrdom of Jose Rizal. National holidays are instituted to commemorate significant events in history.

Holidays are declared primarily to give citizens a chance to commemorate significant events. In current usage, however, holidays are for days of rest, an excuse to go to the malls or whatever. The commemoration part has lost its significance, no thanks to holiday economics.

They say that you can only appreciate freedom once you lost it. That’s why I think we commemorate Independence Day – to appreciate the fact that we are free, that this freedom came at a cost, and that we must do our duty as citizens to safeguard this freedom. But like the haphazard moving of holidays, we take freedom for granted, like any other things (water, air, electricity). Only when it is gone (or severely threatened) we take action, and by then, it will be too late. Just look where we are now.

Gloria Arroyo came to power in January 2001 via the so-called People Power II. It should be a glorious event (oooppss, sorry), but we don’t even commemorate it. The supposed reason was that the said event was divisive (several months after EDSA Dos, there was a counter-revolt called EDSA Tres); the actual reason was that Arroyo, her husband Mike, and her minions piggy-backed (ooopppss again) on the people power aspect of the event. In short, she hijacked it for her personal gain, and she wanted no one to even think about it. The hallmark of this regime is to bury the truth, as long as this truth will be a threat to her hold to power.

How can we commemorate our Independence Day when this regime had moved the holiday to a day where there were no commemorative events? All events commemorating Independence Day will be held on June 12, a working day. It is as if Gloria Arroyo is telling us that we should work instead of commemorating our Independence Day. She is right. We are not free anyway. We are not free to elect a President. We are not free to make her accountable via impeachment. So what’s there to commemorate?

We are not free because we forget that we are free. We forgot the events of 2004, the actuations of the House of Reprehensibles in 2005, 2006, and 2007. We forgot that there are Oliver Lozanos and Roel Pulidos and Jocjoc Bolantes and Virgilio Garcillanos and Lintang Bedols. We forgot that we have the power to hold the president accountable. We are like slaves to politicians who are in power, when it should be the other way around. We are mired to this mess because we forgot that we have the power to make things happen.

We need to be free. We can start by remembering.

6
Jun

Waker-Upper

I don’t think I’ll be eating in places BachelorFoodBlogger MLQ3 eats soon: to be honest, I have lost all sense of what qualifies for “food” these days. Here are good examples of non-food I eat on a daily basis:

  • Stuff from McDonald’s;
  • Intriguing stuff passed off as dim sum at the a’la carte “flea market” behind St. Francis Square;
  • Ingestables from the office pantry;
  • Whatever I fancy at a Happy Balls or Waffle Time at an MRT station;
  • Cigarettes (yes, it’s food if it fills your stomach).

I can pass myself off as an alcoholic. A few weeks ago during a team gathering activity at Metrowalk (read: drinking session), I ended up making “absinthe” out of a cold glass of San Miguel Super Dry and a blue Vodka Cruiser. Tasted pretty damn good. Add to that a dozen more bottles of beer and some hard cocktails, and you have a recipe for disaster. Drunk? Like heck I was: I actually asked the taxi driver to stop somewhere near Vasra on my way home just so that I could vomit.

Shows you what kind of a “food blogger” – and a person – I am.

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When you need to get work done, there’s always caffeine. I’m a Baguio boy, so I should be extremely familiar with hot coffee. The only problem is that when you live in a place as hot as Manila, you want everything with ice in it. So I ended up making the old reliable Wake-Up Juice back in the days of my thesis. It’s so easy to make, too:

  • A can of Coke. Regular, not Light, not Coke Zero, and definitely not Pepsi.
  • A pack of C4 Energy Powder Drink. Twice the caffeine. Tastes like cola.

Procedure: mix together in a glass or tumbler. Quaff.

Any general-practice physician, gastroenterologist, or psychiatrist will tell you that this is 330 milliliters and four grams of caffeinated, carbonated suicide. Which is the whole point.

Corporate emo at its finest.

4
Jun

Your taxes are working for you – NOT!

How to waste Php 2 billion in a month?

Simple. Give alms Php 500 to the poor who are consuming less than 100 kilowatts of electricity. All 14 million of them to be exact.

Kung sino mang opisyal ni Gloria Arroyo ang nakaisip nito, dapat syang bigyan ng award. Kalabasa Award, kung maaari.

Heck, she even argues that this program is funded by the much-reviled VAT. And it “fulfills” the regime’s social justice agenda! Brilliant!

Except the fact that she’s making a fool out of everyone, including the beneficiaries of this one-time doleout. By accepting the doleout, the poor (at least the recipients) acknowledges that this regime is doing something for them, even if the doleout will only cover a month, and is very short term. By allowing this regime to spend the money as if it is one giant donor, the others are giving the regime a free-pass to inefficiently spend our tax money on something that clearly benefits no one in the medium or long term – except her.

I don’t know about you, but this scheme exemplifies her “reform” agenda – alms to the poor, nothing for others, and no substantial changes in the social fabric. It only shows her insincerity.

If she is really serious about helping the poor, she could have spent the money on something more long term. But no. She has other “priorities.”

There are some political pundits who think that, based on her actions, Gloria Arroyo has thrown in the towel and surrendered to the fact that her term will end June 30, 2010. I disagree. Heck, she remains in a campaign mode, and look at her regime’s previous actions. Why is she doing those things? No, I don’t think she’s thinking of her “legacy” to the country; it is too late for that.

Diversion, yes, but why? To keep herself into power? No, I don’t think so. She has all the pieces in place to guarantee that she lasts until 2010. At the very least. She eyes something else.

This is a DigitalFilipino.com Club sponsored post. Honda launches VCM 643.

3
Jun

Tingly for Thai

I am perennially frustrated looking for Thai food in Metro Manila. At the apex of the Thai food pyramid is Benjarong at the Dusit Hotel, but you have to be a druglord/gambling lord/member of the cabinet/Meralco director to be able to afford eating there on more than a semi-annual basis. That not being the case, what’s one to do? Our memories are littered with the empty shells of once-popular Thai restaurants that have disappeared.

The world’s just waiting for someone to write a book explaining how Thai food is really, the perfect health food because there don’t seem to be many obese or even pot-bellied people in Thailand, and yet they eat out a lot. I’ve written, too, on how we could learn a thing or two from the Thais about standardizing our food and making it appealing to tourists, but that’s another story.

For cheap Thai eats, there’s Som’s in Makati which is superior to Som’s on Tomas Morato, but both have the unfortunate tendency to be uneven and keep erring on the side of putting too much sugar in their curries (perhaps this has been noticed by others, hence the debate on authenticity), though I tend to like their green curry. The prices are delightfully low, but the portions also tend to me at times, microscopic (this is particularly irritating when it comes to the catfish and green mango salad).

So about two weeks back we ate ate at Silk, the Thai restaurant in Serendra (what is it with these disease-sounding Ayala Malls lately? Serendra sounds like it’s something you get from deranged howler monkeys while TriNoMa sounds like something that requires a barium enema to cure). It’s one of the prettier restaurants, the staff are efficient, the prices mmmkay…

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Tom Yum avoided the sin of being sugary, and the shrimp wasn’t tough. This was a superior Tom Yum.

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Soft shell crab, deep fried, with a tamarind and mango sauce, if I recall correctly. Absolutely and unqualifiedly delicious! That was a happy bunch of molting crabs, I can tell ya. This dish alone made the restaurant visit worth it.

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The cholesterol special was some sort of tamarind-infused pork rib thing. This is what inihaw, which normally leaves me cold, should aspire to. This pig must have been a happy camper, too. I generally dislike inihaw because it tends to leave the meat or fish or whatever tasting like it was incinerated on coals and I end up wondering if consuming so much charcoal will lead to colon cancer one day. But these ribs were, to start with, fatty, flavorful, tender, not too charcoal-infused, and with a delicate tamarind flavor that was quite charming.

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Alas, the green curry was… uninspired.

This is a place with promise, I think it requires a second visit before a permanent verdict can be rendered. I’m not sold on the idea of Thai food being suitable for a date place (too many accidents waiting to happen) but it seemed to me the most romantic-looking restaurant in Serendra.

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3
Jun

Focus first on quality and reliability

The National Telecommunications Commission (NTC) and the Department of Transportation and Communications (DOTC) should focus on the quality and reliability of services that telecommunications companies are providing, before tackling the issue of free text messaging service. The telcos provide several services to their customers (one of them being text messaging), and the Internet is rife with complaints about these services. For example, Smart Communications‘ Smart Bro services was one of the most troublesome service ever, even spawning a Web site containing complaints against the service; someone even called Smart Bro “a scam“. And that is just for Smart’s Smart Bro service. For a representative problem for Globe, here’s a story by Dine Racoma.

Let us tackle free text messaging when we are sure that these companies are delivering reliable services. This is what needs to be attended to.

As I have said before, this scheme is just a ploy to get the support of the people. It is a bait, and unfortunately, one group took the bait. How can they be so sure that this regime would deliver? It won’t, since it runs counter to its pro-business pronouncements. And by supporting this move, the organization had inadvertently fallen into the trap set by the regime – it is now a “supporter.”

Related readings:

* Hello GLOBE-Lines went dead! Schedules gone kaput! AGAIN!
* Making SMS Free? Kalokohan!
* Review of Globelines, Smart Bro, Smart 3G, and PLDT MyDSL Internet services
* I hate Globelines broadband
* Problems with Globe 3G/GPRS & MMS

2
Jun

Question of the Day: Garlic breath

One of the perils of eating food rich with garlic is the so-called garlic breath.

How do you deal with garlic breath after eating?

1
Jun

He loves me, he loves me not: a tale of two restaurants

I’m no Imelda Marcos whose introduction to Persia came from attending the Persepolis Celebrations in 1971, and certainly, my idea of Persian or Arabic dining isn’t on the scale of the late Shah Reza Pahlavi (see We are awake: 2,500-year celebrations revisited). But from time time, and pretty often, I get the craving for Arab/Persian food and as I get older I get more finicky about it. Arab food on the cheap can’t be beat when it comes to Behrouz; and if your idea of restaurant dining is to have semi-decent food while providing the restaraunteur every opportunity to dip into your wallet, by all means go to Hossein’s, where they even charge you for the garlic sauce essential for kebab consumption.

But there is a little Imelda in all of us. There are times we just want to eat, and eat well.

There has to be a place which serves premium meat and which uses the best available ingredients, but which charges as reasonably as possible. For some time now, I’ve considered that place to be Arya Persian Restaurant in Greenhills. In its early days, the restaurant was a bit over the top -the waitstaff called customers “Your Majesty”- but having abandoned its “every-customer-a-Shah” gimmick, it settled down to being a nice place to eat. See E. Xsaltire’s Site for a more scientific review of the place. Until quite recently, the only thing wrong with the place was that it had a rather confusing menu, but since I usually ordered the same thing, that wasn’t much of a problem.

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They serve really delicious free peanuts, the slightly-but-not-too greasy kind, and slightly spicy. You gotta love a place that starts you off with free spicy peanuts.

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And after years of only knowing the rather anemic Hummus of Behrouz, it was a delight to discover the Hummus at Arya (their Moutabal is the best, too: slightly garlicky) which I still think is the best Hummus around. I’d eaten most of the Hummus before I remembered to take this photo, so sorry. The gloop in the dish is an onion concoction called Khask Badenjan which is normally quite tasty, but more on this anon.

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But my main addiction has been their lamb shish kebab, which I usually had with fluffy rice. The waitstaff offer to take your tomatoes and mash them for you, which pleases some customers.

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Aside from their lamb shish kebab being of high quality lamb, it’s the garlic sauce of the place that really got me hooked. When it comes to some sauces my inner Imelda comes out and moderation is not my idea of consumption. Arya’s lamb shish kebab, cut up into little cubes, doused with garlic sauce, then doused again so they absorb as much sauce as possible, and then periodically re-doused as you eat it with the by-now-mashed roasted tomatoes, is heaven!

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And seriously, you have to adore a cuisine that puts dollops of butter on its rice. Everyone should put butter on their rice. If it’s Basmati rice.

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And the other speciality that I like very much is Mahiche Polo, which is a lamb shank in some sort of spicy gloop, normally quite tasty (the yellow Basmati rice above is the partner of this dish; the Basmati you get with the shish kebab is the white kind but also with a lovely dollop of butter). Returning to the issue I hinted at with the Khask Badenjan photo, on the night we dined at Arya, most of the food went wrong.

Terribly, awfully, wrong. Shockingly so. The Khask Badenjan was off in terms of its flavor, resembling, for some reason, a packet of Lipton Onion Soup mix moistened with a little water; my kebab was a pale color and, I was horrified to observe, tasted more like Caldereta than a kebab (quite edible anyway which is why I consumed it; put enough lovely garlic sauce on anything, I guess…), and the Mahiche Polo’s gloop was hardly gloopy, indeed, rather soupy, and lacking in flavor.

My companions were quite disgruntled and my loyalty to the restaurant at issue, when the owner strolled by we buttonholed him and he proceeded to debate us on our critique, admitting the Khask Badenjian was, to put it mildly, inferior, yet highly defensive about the Mahiche Polo, whose unsatisfactory condition he couldn’t blame on the kitchen as he prepares it himself. He was frankly skeptical of my complaint about the lamb kebab and in the end, he said we’d have to come back and see if the standards had really deteriorated.

He did send us a plate of watermelon by way of thanks for the input, though.

I haven’t been back since, but in the meantime, my offended companions brought me to Cyma Estiatorio (both the one in Greenbelt and at TriNoMa) where I kept having a Malu Fernandez Moment whenever the waiters all got together and bellowed “OOOOOO-H-PAAAAH!!!!!” to commemorate the serving of some signature dish.

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The appetizer platter (Pikilia it’s called?) is a crowd-pleaser. Hummus! Cheese with a pepper! Cucumber and yogurt! Mashed eggplant with diced tomatoes! And a radioactively pink fish roe thingy! How could you go wrong? With lots of whole wheat pita bread!

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And here, ladies and germs, is what a lamb shish kebab ought to look like. Compare its color with the color of the unfortunate lamb shish kebab I last had at Arya. This is consistently good, I’ve had it seven times already and it’s been good each time and in either branch.

No one has been able to tell me an antidote for the unfortunate garlic breath both restaurants inspires, though.

28
May

Oil companies are evil!

So last Monday, I hitched a ride with a former officemate. We had to refill gas at a gas station (where else), and so the driver told the gas boy to fill up Php 300 worth of diesel. How many liters of diesel would Php 300 get?

I knew it! Oil companies are eveel!

28
May

The price of legitimacy

What’s the price of legitimacy? Just ask Gloria Arroyo.

For the past three months, her regime has pulled the populist tack out of nowhere, only to see the regime’s efforts crumble piece by piece. It began with the so-called rice crisis, which is global in nature. The regime tried to take advantage of the situation, only to see this effort blow in its face. By allowing Arthur Yap to take the first shot in bringing this issue to the fore, in the hopes that the people would see it in good light, the regime has only proven its ineptitude. For such a crisis cannot appear out of a vacuum; it builds up till the supply tightens and prices soar. This crisis had shown that the regime lack the foresight to know that it would come to this, even if the signs were already known to them.

Then, Winston Garcia, head of GSIS, trained his sights on Meralco, owned by the Lopez family, who happens to own ABS-CBN, who happens to appear critical of the current dispensation. He raised a lot of issues via the media, like the opposition is wont of doing (at least, according to the Fortress by the Pasig). He could be believable if he had raised his issues on the proper forum – the Energy Regulatory Commission, for starters. For an ardent supporter of Gloria Arroyo, he should have known better. The Fortress keeps on calling its critics to bring the issues to their proper forum; yet here’s an administration lackey, crying like his marbles were stolen. Also, the current woes of GSIS and its members make his calls for better management of Meralco hollow at best.

Next, we have the House of Reprehensibles gunning on mobile telecommunication companies. It is common knowledge that these telcos earn a lot of money from short message service (SMS) or text messaging, and in turn, the government earns taxes via the despised Value Added Tax (VAT). When the VAT was raised to 12%, text messaging is covered by the increase. And there were even efforts to impose more taxes on text messaging, to curb addiction to the service (making text messaging similar to beer and cigarettes). So to find the House take an about-face and entertain the idea of making text messaging a free service is not only ironic, it is also tragically AGREEABLE to everyone. In lieu of tax on text messaging, the House wants to re-impose franchise tax on telcos, who will surely pass this cost on to consumers. So a seemingly pro-consumer policy will not benefit the consumer at all. A tax, by any other name, is still a tax.

And the latest one? She just ordered state universities and colleges (SUCs) not to increase tuition rates (for those who had already increased their rates, to refund these increases). Nice, right? But this action places a big burden on SUCs, who are seeing their budgets slashed over the years. SUCs are hard pressed now to fund their operations, and without a budget increase forthcoming, we now wonder what would they do. And again, lukewarm reaction.

Despite the seemingly populists ideas by this regime (which are not), the reception by the people is lukewarm at best. Either because the people sees through the camouflage (which some commentators will dispute, though I won’t name names, since you know who they are) or they are weary of an administration whose legitimacy is suspect. If Gloria Arroyo has the undisputed support of the people, maybe the majority would hail her policies, specially the poor. If we have another person as president now, it might even be possible to pull off these policies and appear as a hero. But never with the current one.

What’s the price of legitimacy? Just ask Gloria Arroyo.

I forgot to place this anecdote in the previous post, since the context applies to the current woes being faced by Meralco.

Last Sunday, I came from church, and my mother reported that a barangay kagawad (councilor) was making the rounds, asking people to sign a piece of paper. It was supposed to be a petition calling for lower electricity rates. But when my mom scanned the document, she found a list of reasons, and number one referred to the Lopez family. My mom refused to sign, knowing it was political in nature, most likely concocted by a local official allied with the current regime. My mom refused to be used by this regime for its political games.

There is nothing wrong with such a petition, but we must petition for the RIGHT reasons.

Gloria Arroyo continues to claim that the country is a good place to invest in, that we have the best environment for business investments. With the Meralco and telco episodes, I will not be surprised if investors would use a ten-thousand-foot pole before approaching our country.

After rice, electricity, and text messaging, what’s next? The Internet?

28
May

Are you cheap with kitchen stuff?


(This is my first post here, and I thank Arbet for granting me the honor although, technically, I’m not a bachelor anymore. 😉 Comic credit: Stove Ownership by XKCD)

When a bachelor decides to cook “for real” (that is, use a stove and pots and pans instead of a microwave oven) he has to go through this unimaginably excruciating process of deciding what stuff to get.

Of course, of prime consideration is budget. It might occur to him to scrimp on cooking stuff because he’d probably use the stuff only half the time (eating out and, well, microwaving stuff on the other half). But he only needs to remind himself that a.) he’s playing with fire and b.) he’s dealing with stuff he puts in his mouth to realize that being cheap with kitchen stuff isn’t worth the risk.

Of course I learned part of this lesson the hard way.

The only stuff I didn’t scrimp on was the stove. While I didn’t get an expensive La Germania, I took a Nikon dual-burner for 750 pesos and a 400+ peso gas regulator. Fire is something I really didn’t even want to entertain — but I didn’t want to get an electric stove either (curse you Meralco!). I also got a model with automatic ignition — didn’t want to bother with lighters, lighter fluid, and matches anyway.

The pots and pans were a different story. I found these cheap China-made pans in SM Hypermarket that sold for 275 pesos. That’s for 20″, 24″, and 28″ frying pans. I also got a stainless steel pot, a nylon turner/spatula (the one you use for frying), a steel can opener and a steel ladle. I got the cheapest ones I could find. I’m all set.

First sign of trouble came with the can opener. It just wasn’t… sharp enough. It cut through the can on the first “bite” came through fine, but when you turned the handle it just went up the can cover and made a shallow dent.

Crap. I borrowed a can opener from a neighbor just to be able to eat breakfast.

A few weeks later and it was evident just how cheap the pans and the turner were. Plastic flakes was coming off of the turner’s edge, and the non-stick coating on the small and medium pans were mottling after just a few days use. The worst story was the large 28″ pan. The moment I picked it up filled with food, the pan handle just gave. And that was the first time that pan was used.

Crap! Good thing the food did not spill.

When the non-stick material on the cheap pans just whittled away after a few weeks, I finally gave them up and decided to get real pans. Good thing some branded, Teflon coated pans were on sale in SM. Got thicker pans with real Teflon on them for half the price. Great. All of the cheap China pans were retired.

But there’s no such thing as a coincidence, and one of the Teflon pans revealed its reason to come into my kitchen a few weeks later.

I woke up a little earlier than usual, and decided to have the longganisa that I requested that had come from Pangasinan. I got a Teflon pan, put water in it, brought the water to a boil, put in the longganisa. Then, for some reason, I put down the nylon turner ON the pan’s edge, and sat down, waiting.

And fell asleep.

Shit happens when you mix cooking and sleep, of course.

I woke up with the loud sizzling on the pan and the stench of burning plastic. SHIT. I stood up and hurried to the stove to find the nylon turner melted three fourths of its way through the pan’s edge. SHIT! I turned the fire off, picked pan and turner, hurried to the sink and turned on the water.

It was too late. Sticky, molten plastic had trickled down both the inner and outer surface of the pan, with small particles dribbling within the oil that was supposed to cook my breakfast/baon. The turner was beyond repair, and I had lost 8 pieces of absolutely delicious but carcinogen-coated longganisa. Worse, a thick blob of plastic stuck itself on a 500 peso frying pan!

Frustrated, I threw the turner and longganisa in the trash, and poured dishwashing liquid on the pan. Hoping against hope, I scrubbed on the cooking surface of the pan — and just like that, the blob of hardened plastic detached itself from the cooking surface. I was surprised, but then it occurred to me: Teflon was supposed to do this, that is, keep stuff from sticking to it permanently. And that’s why it’s that expensive.

Unfortunately the plastic that dried on the outer surface of the pan won’t come off as easily. It continues to cling to the pan as a reminder of that whole disaster.

I now use a stainless steel turner, making sure I do not scrape the Teflon surface too hard.