#ReliefPH

I am from the Philippines and I am safe.  But a good portion of our Eastern Visayas region is not.  The bank I work for already reported two deaths, an employee and a retiree, and mostly deceased family members of employees.

I regret not posting sooner on this channel to call for help.  I’ve seen the local news, but it wasn’t until I heard exasperation in Anderson Cooper’s voice did I realize help is taking too long.

I will do my best to constantly update this post for help and information where you can donate.

May God bless us all.

Haiyan (Yolanda) Fact Sheet:

Fact Sheet

Rappler is my favorite local news source as of late.

Relief Rappler

Nafcon

Inquirer

How to Help

Red Cross DSWD

Air 21

One Run

If you have other relief operations, food drives, fund generation and means to give aid to those in need, please let me know so I can post announcements here.  I have a good number of unique hits per day; let’s put that to good use.

Again, thank you and let’s continue to pray for each other.

UPDATE:  If you follow me on Twitter, I was screaming for airdropping relief goods.  Here’s why they won’t do so.  And to tickle your fancy, here’s a very interesting read from Time.

UPDATE 2, 16 November 2013:  This has to be my most favorite kind of donation drive:  DINE FOR A CAUSE! :)  Eat at these restaurants for the weekend and contribute to the continuing rescue of Yolanda victims.

Dine for a Cause

Monsoon survivor!

I have been meaning to blog about my emotional instability (chos) but the past days I’ve only been stuck in water.  Literally.

Flood

It’s storm season again in the Philippines, and this has to be the worst flooding our home has ever experienced.  Actually, this is just knee deep.  Some time within the day, it even reached up to my thighs.

I wonder though if it was the rain or the width of my legs that made the water rise.  Eureka! Hahaha.

This is our first regular day for the week, the first day we’re actually experiencing power.  Since Monday till about 4 hours ago, we’ve been living in black and white, and I’ve had much to ponder, not to mention finished four books in a row.  I’m waiting for the jubilant feeling to die down a bit (LIGHT!  THERE’S LIGHT!) just so I can be in the right state of mind to share with you my insights.

Not that you’re eager to hear me moping, but you get what I mean.

The books that I finished in the 80 hour non-powered days were:

  • An Abundance of Katherines by John Green
  • Paper Towns by John Green
  • The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz
  • South of the Border, West of the Sun by Haruki Murakami

It’s like I saved the best for last.

For now, please continue praying for the ones who are yet to regain power and are still flooded here in the Philippines.  I can tell this is the first of many, so vigilance is key.

But then again there’s nothing unusual here.  After all, the Filipino spirit is unsinkable.

Chos.

 

Passport Renewal at DFA

So here’s the thing:  in order to properly carry out my communing with nature, exploring the world mantra for 2013, I have to renew my passport.  My passport has been expired for quite some time, and because we never really made plans to travel I never really saw the need to renew it.

Until now.

So I set up my appointment to this morning at 7:30 in the morning through their online appointment system.  It took me a while to find an open schedule.  I think DFA only opens the slots for the next ten days.  Anyway, I got that schedule and I had my youngest brother tag along with me.  This is his first application.

We woke up late and oh my god did we rush.  You have to be at the DFA at least 30 minutes before your appointment time.  They have a list of required documents hereTip 1:  Do not forget to photocopy every single one of the required documents.  There’s xerox service near the entrance but it charges P3.00 for every copy.  That’s too much.

For the fun of it, I decided to time the entire process.  Note however that I did not factor in the verification portion.  So the time starts from after they checked out the application form’s completeness.

They started calling out the people from the 7:30am appointment about 12 minutes ago.  It was weird because they have these huge lounge seats and they keep saying, “Upong jeep lang, hindi eroplano.”  It’s so weird that people are so crass in this place, given that there are “Service with a smile” posters everywhere.

The lady behind the counter quickly breezed over my old passport and counter-checked the input data from the application form.  Tip 2:  If your old passport still has that plastic cover, ditch it.  They take it out and throw it back to you… as politely as they can.  They’ll punch holes in them and that’s that.  Then you’ll go up to the cashier to pay.

What’s sad though is the male employees are just ushering everyone in a yelling manner.  Like people can’t understand them if they didn’t have that harried tone.  It was a lot of unnecessary negative energy early in the morning.

Tip 3:  Bring the exact amount you intend to pay — regular processing is P950, expedited is P1,200.  They do not accept any other form of payment but cash.  Actually, that part is the saddest for me.  I think I’m 43rd in line but when I got to the cashier, her register is already brimming with bills.

I honestly believe it’s time for the government to accept cards.  Debit, prepaid or credit, they should open more channels and alternatives for the public to pay.  And I’m not just saying this because our department’s mandate is to activate electronic payment in government.  I’m saying this because of the actual convenience.  When it was my turn, the cashier got the receipt, got my cash, counted my cash, confirmed receipt of cash, reprinted the receipt, arranged the cash, and gave back my copy of the receipt.  If they had accepted cards, that could’ve easily been tap and go, or swipe and go.  Easy peasy right?

I got the next number, encoding and enrollment.  It was a good wait, not really much of a hassle.  The space was well ventilated and even though the pews were a little intimately arranged, the cue was fast.  The personnel obviously had gotten this down to a routine.  They work fast.

Tip 5:  Do not wear contact lenses, colored or not.  According to my encoder, some lenses — even though they’re clear ones — reflect back a hint of light.  Should this occur, I would have to come back and have my picture taken again.  Remove all earrings, wear minimal makeup, make sure your bangs are off your eyebrows and smile with no teeth.  Hahaha.  I honestly believe I looked like a Ma Mon Luk siopao in my passport photo, but the encoder did her job fast, efficiently and was even able to sustain a good amount of small talk.

Before I knew it, I was done with the data capture.  I went over to the 2Go booth outside of the long queues to have my passport delivered to the office.


I finished right on the dot, one hour.  It was pretty quick.  This is definitely something you can do for your lunch hour.  I don’t know though if it’s because I took the early appointment or if this is really how they operate.  If not, please do let me know.

Plus sides:The area was well ventilated.  You won’t break a sweat, hence higher probability of taking a good passport photo.
The steps are clearly outlined.  Actually, they don’t need the ushers.  They’re the only ones making the noises and the somewhat rude callouts.
The staff works fast and efficiently.  I wish though that they made more eye contact or broke a smile every now and then.  The only smile I got was from the encoder and the 2Go guy.

Down sides:
I really hate those ushers.
I really wish they smiled a lot as they say in the posters.  I wanted to point out that the smile can break the monotony of their doings.  Eh.
Cash only payment.  Good luck to the cashier at the end of the day.  I can only imagine the horror of bundling money, stacking coins, separating mutilated and fit bills, and worse dealing with shortages.

So there you have it.  My day at the DFA Consular Affairs Office in Diosdado Macapagal Boulevard, Pasay City (or is it Paranaque?).  Their performance is quite well, so I hope this encourages you to interact with your government offices more.  Hopefully, most offices are this efficient.

Now… how do I suggest online payment to these guys?  Hmmmm…

Supporting the RH Bill

I very rarely post something personal or heartwarming or gag inducing in this blog because I want this to be a constant channel for all things simple and nice and pretty.

But upon reading Beth Angsioco’s article at Manila Standard, I can’t help feeling injustice and anger.

I am 26 years old. Most of you will say that is a fairly young age and I will most likely fight my inner sociopath and agree with you. But at age 26, I am now a grandmother. Kill me.

My 15-year-old niece gave birth just recently to a bouncing baby boy. As much as I appreciate and value the blessing that is life, I cannot find in me the joy that often sets in when a baby is brought in this world.

I feel angry. I feel my niece was deprived of so many things. 2012 is supposed to be her first year in college, but instead she will be massaging her nipples and making sure her breastmilk is in constant supply. Instead of signing up for orgs and classes and meeting inspiring professors and lecturers, she will be changing diapers and tuning in to elders how to properly burp a baby. Instead of sleepless nights brought about by cramming for book reports and term papers, it’ll be because he can’t find the sweet spot in his crib or he’s hungry or he can’t sleep and she has to cradle him till the wee hours of the morning.

Please don’t get me wrong; I am not demeaning the process and life of being a mother. I know nothing can match the joy of having your baby smile at you for the first time. Or that intoxicating baby smell atop their heads. Or that cute fart that sounds more like a dysfunctional whopee cushion. Or those little fingers holding your thumb. I have witnessed the joys of being a mother.

It’s just that, at 15, it’s not really the life I imagined for her.

And she’s not a unique case. When Dylan worked for a secondary government hospital a few years ago, I can barely keep up with the number of times he said a 14-year-old gave birth today. It didn’t break my heart then, only slightly sad, but now that my family is one of those cases, I am just torn.

My niece is a smart girl. She has constantly performed well in school. Whenever we get together, her parents are boastful of her accomplishments. They reward her well, they developed a business to better sustain them, they’re a closely knit working family unit. So when they announced that she got pregnant, I knew that there are conversations that remain taboo even in the most progressive Filipino households.

If only they talked to her about sex and self-preservation. If only the school is more open and less mocking of reproductive health. If only we as a family looked out for each other better. If only topics on sexuality and sensuality are not viewed with malice. Maybe — just maybe — by this time, I could have been helping her choose between Sylia Plath and Jane Austen.

I am excited to meet my grandson. He looks like his uncle, age 5. I’m sure he’s going to be amazing and smart and funny, just like his mother. I also know that the entire family will raise this child. And they will love him more than themselves.

And I will badger my niece to go back to school and kick ass.

To all RH Bill advocates and sponsors, please please please do not ever waver, do not get tired! Health information and education is not just a necessity; it is a RIGHT. Please keep fighting for our rights. I promise you I have your back. I will fight for you in turn.

Pass the RH Bill NOW. We don’t need another batch of 15-year-old mothers. PASS THE RH BILL NOW.

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Kamikazee + Kyla = ZOMGAWESOME

I spend most of my time in the Makati apartment, so the very few days I am here in Las Piñas, I make sure I hangout with the boys.  I know they can be pretty annoyed that my ever expanding hips and thighs constantly occupy their bed space, but what can they do?  They can’t move me anyway.  ;p

This evening, my brother Ted introduced me to this new song, a collaboration between Kamikazee and Kyla, both Filipino brilliant artists.  Look them up, and you won’t be disappointed.

So for those people who say OPM is dead, I don’t think so.  To be honest, I’ve never heard Kyla sound this good.  Actually, to be more honest, I didn’t think Jay Contreras can floor her.

Amazing stuff.  Hangout with your sibs.  You never know the next thing they teach you.

If you’re not blown away, I don’t know what else to tell ya. :)