Monday, April 27, 2009

These are a few of my favorite things...

My favorite charities/NGOs so far:

Child In Need Institute, India - http://www.cini-india.org/help.asp
National Bilibid Prison, Muntinlupa City, Phils
The Gen Movement of Vietnam
The convent of my friend Pushpa, Kerala, India

Feel free to help out ^_^

Thursday, April 16, 2009

grazie mille





some of the greatest gifts need not be expensive nor tangible... such as the gift of expression.....

Volunteers from the third world


So I am one of the volunteers hailed from a not so rich country.

But still, this could be more of the reason to be an effective volunteer because I can relate more to people of similar poverty.

But I also realize the struggle of not being rich.

While other volunteers go home to their own country as they wish.. I just sat my butt off during Christmas and New year. Coz obviously I cant afford to go home.

Sometimes I have this thought of not working so damn hard (at anything) besides, it just adds lines to your forehead yet other people get richer without batting an eyelash..

But then, I see babies in the Rehabilitation Center and my heart melts... for once, i dont want to do things just because of money but for the future generation of humanity.

Then these posh hypocritic faces flashes at me (specially when my allowance is delayed).. geeesshhh inequality sucks!!!

Whoever invented money must be freaking devilish.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Bus scenes

old bus. no aircon. pollution. traffic. crazy drivers. overcrowded passengers.


interesting experiences.


Scene 1.
in a bus of sardines, I accidentally stepped on a foot of a woman.. i said sorry but the woman in her sari kept complaining in a loud voice that i cant understand.
kakahiya.


good thing i dont understand complicated bangla specially if it comes from a shrieking woman.
so i just ignored the scene... poor woman kept blabbing till she went down the bus.
so all eyes on me? so what. i pretended to be deaf.

Scene 2.
there are seats reserved for females and babies to avoid harrassment.. although by the looks of it.. in a bus of sardines scenery, this cant really be avoided. dont ask me details, i wont be able to explain further.... basta kadiri to death.
and even if there are places for different genders, the idiot of me sat on the other end of the bus where all men are squeezed in.


so when its time to go down... it was a disaster!!
i even landed a few hundred meters away from Pailan bus stop coz I cant shout enough to the conductor that I wanted to go down and the door is still halfway through!
besides, Ami bangla jhanina. Ki korbe?


hungry. sweating. exhausted. needed to pee. brownout.


foreign girl walking alone in the middle of nowhere.


breaking stereotypes.
idiotic.. great.

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Aiming to be a Global Citizen




Along Indian streets, people thought I am Chinese, Japanese, Indian from the North,
Nepalese... even African (!!)










My ipod sings Italian, Hindi, Spanish, African, and of course English songs... thanks to my
friend Virginia who provided me these.. I can now appreciate different types of music genre


At work (volunteer work and work back home)... I am with a global team. I talk to Dr Samir
from Italy, Stuart from London gives me directions (on where the posh restuarant is in
town)... now I remember to email Jenny from Australia and Ian from Scotland..


In the guest house, I mingled with different kinds of people... races and culture... you'll
get a scattered diagram if you graph us...


But still... I am a Filipina at heart... I love the Philippines and want nothing more than its
prosperity..


But I try to love everyone... loving everybody, without hidden agendas, hesitation nor discrimination..


I aim to be a global citizen... A humbled child of this earth... I give myself for the prosperity and betterment of Humanity...