Soyez Realistes

If we are going to make a fuss about the Yaya meal, then we should make a fuss about the class contradictions seething underneath it.

For UP this may still be the mid-semester, but for the rest of the Philippines it is already the season for graduations and finishing the academic year.

Naturally, my first thought was, not again.

Their leave-takings are sad, but not sayang. Never sayang.

There’s been a little hullabaloo in my favorite unibersidad lately. A few weeks ago, Department of Budget and Management Secretary Butch Abad, exiting from a forum at the UP School of Economics, was met with a vigorous protest by activist students and teachers. Their call was to make Abad, and all those associated with the unconstitutional Disbursement Acceleration Program, accountable.

If that is the case, then all these recourses must be made available to the people, including revolution.

I will not tell you about the ordeal we suffered, but I will tell you about how that did not stop me.

But let’s do Eve Ensler one better. I’d like to think that my anger should be reserved for more serious things, especially if I’m going to rant about it in front of all of you. My vagina is angry, and if I tell you the four reasons why, maybe you’ll find that all your vaginas are angry, too.

Encountered mess and damage we did. We had barely caught our breaths after the hike from Nasilaban to the neighboring village of Sambulungan when some of the Talaingod Manobos started approaching us. Their houses had been ransacked, items were missing, one kitchen’s GI roofing had been ripped off.

Homecomings are joyous occasions. They mark the end of journeys, of settling in to comfort and familiarity, of leaving behind uncertainty and loss of security.