Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Oplan Pansit Grand Buffet

Last February 5, Sunday, my band together with Wiz, Paid, Poetry of Water, and Utopia had this "mini tour" at Indahag for the Oplan Pansit Grand Buffet. It was our first time in Indahag. Our main agenda there as performers were to entertain the Sendong survivors through our music. The place is one of the many Tent Cities (relocation sites) scattered around the far-flung areas of Cagayan de Oro. Indahag, located in the mountainous part of the city, is only, more or less, a 20-minute ride from downtown CDO. But boy oh boy, the place is akin to Malaybalay City as it is very chilly especially at sundown. The scenery while descending was also a sight to behold. The bright lights of the city were in full display. Since it was a buffet, of course, there were food. But what caught me by surprise was, when the Oplan Pansit folks said it was going to be a "grand" buffet, they weren't kidding at all. Food were aplenty that all the people there, including us, can still reload our plates up until round 3 haha. Smorgasbord! Apart from the viand, medicines and water were also handed out to the survivors. Here are some photos courtesy of Jedi Dela Cruz:


Tatum of Wiz and The Superflirts - on our way to Indahag


Venue


2nd generation musicians


The Superflirts laugh trip!


Poetry of Water - enjoying a bottle of Fighter Wine


Wiz boys


Setting up


Paid


Utopia


Poetry of Water


Wiz


The Superflirts


crowd going crazy


The gathering was a huge success! Kudos to Oplan Pansit, ONE CDO, JCI, Rock Ed Philippines, and to all the beautiful and handsome volunteers for organizing such a wonderful event. More so, thank you to the survivors and the Indahag community for accepting all of us warmly. May God continue to uplift you all. Next stop, ska night this Saturday, February 11 at Punchbowl! Let's go! =)

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Update: As if it will interest you

It's been ages since I've posted anything on this blog. I even forgot that I owned such a blog hahaha. To put it in perspective, I was kinda preoccupied with so many things. Since then, many have changed. So here's a little peak on the things that I have been doing in the past months.

To start things off, would you believe that I've actually started playing competitive football (soccer)? I was so prepped up that I even joined several tournaments. We actually formed a team, which I am one of the founders, called Kural United Football Club. Our team is composed, more or less, of local musicians who happen to find joy in the beautiful sport of football. If you know your music history in CDO, you will already have an idea why the name Kural.

Apart from being sporty, me and two of my cohorts have opened a new business. The name of our business is Cake Junkies Unlimited. From the name itself, we sell mouth-watering cakes and pastries at reasonable prices. We do not have a physical store YET. We do our business online for the meantime. Even if we're still new in the trade, surprisingly, we've managed to bring about a slew of loyal patrons. Two of our bestsellers are the Junkie Cream Puffs and the ever delectable Red Velvet Cake. One piece of advise, use your Facebook page wisely in dealing with would-be costumers. You'll be surprised of the outcome.

I was also hooked up with work. I was a Korean language instructor at Happy Land International School. It's a school run by Koreans. Right now, I'm currently off as I am awaiting the next batch of Korean students that I'll be teaching. The good thing with this school is that it's only a short walk from where I live. No pressure indeed for me. But at the end of this month though, I'm contemplating on trying my luck at Concentrix. The coming weeks will be vital in my decision making.

Lastly, I've finally rejoined my brainchild, South Culture Radio. Due to internal problems in the past, couple it with heavy pressure, I decided to quit my post as a DJ. But now, I'm back at my regular spot. All izz well. And what a way to kick start my comeback with a new show to boot called The Weekenders which airs live every Friday night from 8pm to 10pm. Me (Kokong Ska), Pancho (Mr. Panda), and RQ (RQ-D2) are the wacky hosts of the said show. What more can I say, it's good to be back!

So yeah, I think that's it for me. And o, The Superflirts has been active once again. We've been doing a string of shows and from the looks of it, we'd prolly record a new track or two. Can't wait for it. See you around! Love, love, kiss, kiss! =)

Saturday, April 30, 2011

The Superflirts temporarily signing off

"The last time we played was January 8, 2011 and since then all our gigs were canceled due to our busy individual schedules. With that, we have decided to take a hiatus from the scene. It may take days, months, or even years before we get back together and play but rest assured we are not breaking up. We will surely miss all of you. Until we all see you again, THE SUPERFLIRTS TEMPORARILY SIGNING OFF..." - The Superflirts

Thursday, July 8, 2010

When two angels cross paths

By Karen Pastor, Carmela Quidoles, and Isadora Romeral
From http://www.scribd.com/doc/31762320/When-two-angels-cross-paths

It was on May of 2006 that the tragedy happened. While breastfeeding her youngest child, a mother was brutally stabbed to death by a man who had come to collect payment for the husband’s debts. Php500 was the amount that cost the lives of two and the separation of a family.

On a quiet evening in Zamboanga Del Sur, while the father was out leaving his wife and their three kids, the suspect stabbed the mother and one of the older children to death. Neighbors say that the other child, a son, managed to escape.

The true miracle of this story is what the then one-month old daughter experienced. While being protected by her mother, the knife hit the child on the wrist, striking a main artery.

The little girl was brought to the nearest surgical ward. There, she first encountered PO3 Edgardo Figuracion who was a nurse/police non-commission officer (PNCO). Originally a nursing graduate from Manila, Figuracion was assigned in the Police Provincial Health Service Office of Zamboanga Del Sur.

The father had come to the hospital but he claimed that he could no longer support the kid, especially with her medical needs. He gave consent for his daughter to be taken in by a more suitable family.

Many had intended on fostering the kid. But when they realized the expenses and work involved in taking care of her, they all backed out leading to Figuracion eventually uttering a joke on taking the child himself.

Four years have passed. Having just turned four years old last April 4, little Ezzeah now lives with her new-found daddy, mommy,ate, and little brother. Her once limp, dangling right hand is back in its proper form.

The orthopedic team of Philippine General Hospital has restored the sensation. She now has the ability to use the little finger on her right hand to use a spoon.

Hopes are high that little Ezzeah’s healing will progress smoothly and for her right hand to be fully functional.

Figuracion wishes to thank Mrs. Carla Ochotorena (wife of Zamboanga del Sur Provincial Director P/Ssupt. Ramon Ochotorena), PNP Chief Jesus Versoza and his wife Mrs. Cynthia Versoza, RD 9 Angelo Sunglao and his wife Mrs. Rose Sunglao, Chief Supt. Nick Bartolome, people from the media and press, and the anonymous donors who continue to help Ezzeah.

Figuracion says that he will not hide the tragic story from his daughter. He will tell it when she is of age and would let her meet her surviving kin if she chooses.

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Loyalty, faithfulness and unconditional love - a must read!

Hachikō (November 10, 1923–March 8, 1935), known in Japanese as chūken Hachikō, "faithful dog Hachikō" ('hachi' meaning 'eight', a number referring to the position within the nest the dog came from, and 'kō' being a Japanese familiar suffix). Hachikō was an Akita dog born on a farm near the city of Ōdate, Akita Prefecture, remembered for his loyalty to his owner, even many years after his owner's death.

In 1924, Hachikō was brought to Tokyo by his owner, Hidesaburō Ueno, a professor in the agriculture department at the University of Tokyo. During his owner's life Hachikō saw him out from the front door and greeted him at the end of the day at the nearby Shibuya Station. The pair continued their daily routine until May 1925, when Professor Ueno did not return on the usual train one evening. The professor had suffered a heart attack at the university that day. He died and never returned to the train station where his friend was waiting. Hachikō was loyal and every day for the next nine years he waited sitting there amongst the towns folk

Hachikō was given away after his master's death, but he routinely escaped, showing up again and again at his old home. Eventually, Hachikō apparently realized that Professor Ueno no longer lived at the house. So he went to look for his master at the train station where he had accompanied him so many times before. Each day, Hachikō waited for Professor Ueno to return. And each day he did not see his friend among the commuters at the station.

The permanent fixture at the train station that was Hachikō attracted the attention of other commuters. Many of the people who frequented the Shibuya train station had seen Hachikō and Professor Ueno together each day. They brought Hachikō treats and food to nourish him during his wait.

This continued for nine years with Hachikō appearing precisely when the train was due at the station.

Hachikō died on the steps that he waited for his master outside the station on March 8, 1935. His stuffed and mounted remains are kept at the National Science Museum of Japan in Ueno, Tokyo.

In April 1934, a bronze statue in his likeness was erected at Shibuya Station, and Hachikō himself was present at its unveiling. The statue was recycled for the war effort during World War II. In 1948 The Society for Recreating the Hachikō Statue commissioned Takeshi Ando, son of the original artist who had since died, to make a second statue. The new statue, which was erected in August 1948, still stands and is an extremely popular meeting spot. The station entrance near this statue is named "Hachikō-guchi," meaning "The Hachikō Exit,"and is one of Shibuya Station's five exits.

The Japan Times played a practical joke on readers by reporting that the bronze statue was stolen a little before 2AM on April 1, 2007, by "suspected metal thieves." The false story told a very detailed account of an elaborate theft by men wearing khaki workers' uniforms who secured the area with orange safety cones and obscured the theft with blue vinyl tarps. The "crime" was allegedly recorded on security cameras.

A similar statue stands in Hachikō's hometown, in front of Ōdate Station. In 2004, a new statue of Hachikō was erected on the original stone pedestal from Shibuya in front of the Akita Dog Museum in Odate.

Each year on April 8, Hachikō's devotion is honored with a solemn ceremony of remembrance at Tokyo's Shibuya railroad station. Hundreds of dog lovers often turn out to honor his memory and loyalty.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

The Bridge

The Bridge
by Francis Alex E. Tahud

The old man Sam has a bridge,
Sturdy and magnificent;
Superiority its edge,
It towers the whole pavement.

Welcoming all passersby
With its imposing grandeur;
Is it some sort of a lie
Not to praise this huge structure?

Indeed, it's metaphoric
To describe such a beauty;
A man's work that's terrific,
Leaving us in vanity.

But you who dare walk this bridge,
Do you know the casualties
That died before they could pledge
To finish all crudities?

Did it even crossed your mind
The workers buried alive
In making this bridge look kind
To soothe the government's jive?

Would it even bother you
How this bridge was very mean
To the many hands in tew?
As you walk, enjoy the scene.

Friday, April 2, 2010

The Fields that Opened My Eyes

The Fields that Opened My Eyes
by Francis Alex E. Tahud

I was walking in the countryside
Together with the peasants' strides.
To my left were the picturesque ricefields
With big mountain ranges barricading as shields.
Intricately playing the landscape
Were lush vegetations kept secret like a lady's nape.
Then slowly inching its way
Was the sun's vibrant rays,
Making the scene more inviting,
Leaving me less initiating.
To my right were the clangors of big machines
Owned by capitalist sharks with dignified chins.
Big trucks travel to and fro
Diligently maneuvering its way through different windrows.
Farmers religiously gather the grains not for themselves
But for their landlords' shelves,
Making the scene more initiating,
Leaving me less inviting.
I paused and continued to walk.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Telenovelas and the 2010 elections

Telenovelas and the 2010 elections
by Francis Alex E. Tahud

With the controversial and long awaited 2010 Philippine presidential elections slowly slithering its way into the national limelight, the Filipino people are then forced to compromise to the many annoying antics these political bandwagons have brought along. This is the case come election time when would-be politicians from here and there ridiculously sell themselves, whatever it takes, at the expense of the public’s comfort.

As early as summer of last year, even if the campaigning period has not officially started, many of these candidates have bombarded our TV viewings and other forms of media with their quasi-political ads that showed their being good public servants or just greeting us with nonsensical things. Imagine: while watching your favorite telenovelas with top caliber drama written all over it and a political ad suddenly butts in, wouldn’t you get pissed with it? And now that the campaigning period is a green go, how many more political ads do we have to endure?

In Xavier University alone, I noticed in the past couple of weeks the rise of several makeshift booths bearing the names of their presidential bets. There is really nothing wrong with it. In fact, it’s even a brilliant idea that they brought their candidates closer to the students. What agitates many students of the university though is that these booths are inappropriately situated on the benches where they find shelter under the big trees in this hot and humid weather we are experiencing now. With no choice, the students, including this writer, are forced to find someplace else. What’s even worse is that their color coded leaflets are littered all over the campus. Talk about being environmentally friendly.

These are the few uncomfortable scenes we have to go through while the elections is fast approaching. There are still many and it is utterly useless to enumerate all because it would take a full-length novel to do so. Not to mention the political killings that the Philippines has been infamously known through recent years.

As candidates, they should see to it first that in every move they make, it should always be beneficial to the general public, not for an individual or a specific group. Because at the end of the day, it is the public who will have the final say. As the adage goes: “first impression lasts,” it is what these candidates have done prior to the elections that will leave a lasting impression to the voters, not after. And with it, the possibility that will propel them to the seat they are aiming for.

Whoever wins this 2010 must make sure they are in their places because they want to serve the people, not the other way around. All of us must also see to it that the results of the coming elections truly reflect the public’s view. And just like your favorite telenovelas, the 2010 presidential elections will be full of dramatic scenes. So sit back, relax, and prepare those handkerchiefs for some teary eyes.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

PROUD MEN by Francis Alex E. Tahud

PROUD MEN
(Francis Alex E. Tahud)

They came not
To liberate
But for the Black Gold
They salivate.
Clothe in dashing
Patriotic smiles,
They stood proudly
In this deadman's land.
Bringing with them
Not food, shelter
Or even education,
Instead, guns, tanks
And ammunitions.
They offered
Not love, peace
And unity,
But hatred, chaos
And segregation.
They came to conquer
And conquer did they,
These proud gentlemen
Clad in uniforms of brutality.
One day, one day,
Those flags
Of stars and stripes
Will rightfully, rightfully,
Burn.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Domingong Bistida

Domingong Bistida
(Francis Alex E. Tahud)

Ang pamaagi sa imong pahiyom ang gapugdaw sa akong kasingkasing
Imong naggilaw nga mga mata maoy ga hatag ug kaharuhay kanako
Imong mabihagon nga nawong susama sa alampat
Nga gipintalan sa malipayong Mamumulit
Sa dihang kita nag lingkod niining mga silya sa simbahan
Bisan sa kalay-on, ikaw gihapon akong gakakit-an
Niining lugar puy-anan sa pagdayeg
Akong gi-aswat kining mga kamot sa pagdasig
Dakong pagpasalamat sa Iyang gasa nga kaambong
Matam-is nga Manulunda susama kanimo
Ang tanan naa sa mahinay nga burdahi
Sa dihang ikaw naglakaw, ako walay makita nga alop
Ug diay akong gilatad kining kasingkasing sa pagdiskanso
Sa damgo nga ikaw ug ako nga walay pagminos
Naglaom nga usa ka adlaw, akong makab-ot ang kinamaayohan
Og bahin kanimo, dakong kasadya
Pasaylo-a kung dili ako ang kinapinohan
Gwapa ka sa imong pang Domingong bistida