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Salamat.PH

20 Mar 2011 Leave a Comment

by Charlie in whatnot

I haven’t really featured another site in my blog, but I think Salamat.ph is worth mentioning here. I’m not really a fan of online group buying—not even online shopping—because for me there is just too much hassle to do, and you know there’s always a catch with all the deals they’re saying. Surprisingly, and I mean surprising like a punch in the gut, Salamat.ph doesn’t have a catch.

It’s simple enough to figure out actually. You register for an account in their site, then just pick from their deals available. You can either print the coupon, or claim it in their office. No other prerequisites needed other than you need an account to get the freebies. It’s a no-brainer.

I don’t know about you, but it feels like Christmas came early this year. They have already given out Krispy Kreme and Reyes Barbecue GCs, and now they’re giving P600 worth of coupon for a 1-hour massage in Shui Hilot Spa for only P150. I don’t even need to point out how awesome that is.

So if ever you want a freebie to complete your day, just visit Salamat.ph.

President Obama’s Inaugural Speech

21 Jan 2009 1 Comment

by Charlie in whatnot

My fellow citizens:

I stand here today humbled by the task before us, grateful for the trust you have bestowed, mindful of the sacrifices borne by our ancestors. I thank President Bush for his service to our nation, as well as the generosity and cooperation he has shown throughout this transition.

Forty-four Americans have now taken the presidential oath. The words have been spoken during rising tides of prosperity and the still waters of peace. Yet, every so often, the oath is taken amidst gathering clouds and raging storms. At these moments, America has carried on not simply because of the skill or vision of those in high office, but because We the People have remained faithful to the ideals of our forebearers, and true to our founding documents.

So it has been. So it must be with this generation of Americans.

That we are in the midst of crisis is now well understood. Our nation is at war, against a far-reaching network of violence and hatred. Our economy is badly weakened, a consequence of greed and irresponsibility on the part of some, but also our collective failure to make hard choices and prepare the nation for a new age. Homes have been lost; jobs shed; businesses shuttered. Our health care is too costly; our schools fail too many; and each day brings further evidence that the ways we use energy strengthen our adversaries and threaten our planet.

These are the indicators of crisis, subject to data and statistics. Less measurable but no less profound is a sapping of confidence across our land — a nagging fear that America’s decline is inevitable, and that the next generation must lower its sights.

Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real. They are serious and they are many. They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this, America: They will be met.

On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord.

On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn-out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics.

We remain a young nation, but in the words of Scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things. The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free, and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.

In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given. It must be earned. Our journey has never been one of shortcuts or settling for less. It has not been the path for the fainthearted — for those who prefer leisure over work, or seek only the pleasures of riches and fame. Rather, it has been the risk-takers, the doers, the makers of things — some celebrated, but more often men and women obscure in their labor — who have carried us up the long, rugged path toward prosperity and freedom.

For us, they packed up their few worldly possessions and traveled across oceans in search of a new life.

For us, they toiled in sweatshops and settled the West; endured the lash of the whip and plowed the hard earth.

For us, they fought and died, in places like Concord and Gettysburg; Normandy and Khe Sahn.

Time and again, these men and women struggled and sacrificed and worked till their hands were raw so that we might live a better life. They saw America as bigger than the sum of our individual ambitions; greater than all the differences of birth or wealth or faction.

This is the journey we continue today. We remain the most prosperous, powerful nation on Earth. Our workers are no less productive than when this crisis began. Our minds are no less inventive, our goods and services no less needed than they were last week or last month or last year. Our capacity remains undiminished. But our time of standing pat, of protecting narrow interests and putting off unpleasant decisions — that time has surely passed. Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America.

For everywhere we look, there is work to be done. The state of the economy calls for action, bold and swift, and we will act — not only to create new jobs, but to lay a new foundation for growth. We will build the roads and bridges, the electric grids and digital lines that feed our commerce and bind us together. We will restore science to its rightful place, and wield technology’s wonders to raise health care’s quality and lower its cost. We will harness the sun and the winds and the soil to fuel our cars and run our factories. And we will transform our schools and colleges and universities to meet the demands of a new age. All this we can do. And all this we will do.

Now, there are some who question the scale of our ambitions — who suggest that our system cannot tolerate too many big plans. Their memories are short. For they have forgotten what this country has already done; what free men and women can achieve when imagination is joined to common purpose, and necessity to courage.

What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them — that the stale political arguments that have consumed us for so long no longer apply. The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works — whether it helps families find jobs at a decent wage, care they can afford, a retirement that is dignified. Where the answer is yes, we intend to move forward. Where the answer is no, programs will end. And those of us who manage the public’s dollars will be held to account — to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day — because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government.

Nor is the question before us whether the market is a force for good or ill. Its power to generate wealth and expand freedom is unmatched, but this crisis has reminded us that without a watchful eye, the market can spin out of control — and that a nation cannot prosper long when it favors only the prosperous. The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our gross domestic product, but on the reach of our prosperity; on our ability to extend opportunity to every willing heart — not out of charity, but because it is the surest route to our common good.

As for our common defense, we reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals. Our Founding Fathers, faced with perils we can scarcely imagine, drafted a charter to assure the rule of law and the rights of man, a charter expanded by the blood of generations. Those ideals still light the world, and we will not give them up for expedience’s sake. And so to all other peoples and governments who are watching today, from the grandest capitals to the small village where my father was born: Know that America is a friend of each nation and every man, woman and child who seeks a future of peace and dignity, and that we are ready to lead once more.

Recall that earlier generations faced down fascism and communism not just with missiles and tanks, but with sturdy alliances and enduring convictions. They understood that our power alone cannot protect us, nor does it entitle us to do as we please. Instead, they knew that our power grows through its prudent use; our security emanates from the justness of our cause, the force of our example, the tempering qualities of humility and restraint.

We are the keepers of this legacy. Guided by these principles once more, we can meet those new threats that demand even greater effort — even greater cooperation and understanding between nations. We will begin to responsibly leave Iraq to its people, and forge a hard-earned peace in Afghanistan. With old friends and former foes, we will work tirelessly to lessen the nuclear threat, and roll back the specter of a warming planet. We will not apologize for our way of life, nor will we waver in its defense, and for those who seek to advance their aims by inducing terror and slaughtering innocents, we say to you now that our spirit is stronger and cannot be broken; you cannot outlast us, and we will defeat you.

For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus — and nonbelievers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth; and because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation, and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself; and that America must play its role in ushering in a new era of peace.

To the Muslim world, we seek a new way forward, based on mutual interest and mutual respect. To those leaders around the globe who seek to sow conflict, or blame their society’s ills on the West: Know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy. To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history; but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist.

To the people of poor nations, we pledge to work alongside you to make your farms flourish and let clean waters flow; to nourish starved bodies and feed hungry minds. And to those nations like ours that enjoy relative plenty, we say we can no longer afford indifference to suffering outside our borders; nor can we consume the world’s resources without regard to effect. For the world has changed, and we must change with it.

As we consider the road that unfolds before us, we remember with humble gratitude those brave Americans who, at this very hour, patrol far-off deserts and distant mountains. They have something to tell us today, just as the fallen heroes who lie in Arlington whisper through the ages. We honor them not only because they are guardians of our liberty, but because they embody the spirit of service; a willingness to find meaning in something greater than themselves. And yet, at this moment — a moment that will define a generation — it is precisely this spirit that must inhabit us all.

For as much as government can do and must do, it is ultimately the faith and determination of the American people upon which this nation relies. It is the kindness to take in a stranger when the levees break, the selflessness of workers who would rather cut their hours than see a friend lose their job which sees us through our darkest hours. It is the firefighter’s courage to storm a stairway filled with smoke, but also a parent’s willingness to nurture a child, that finally decides our fate.

Our challenges may be new. The instruments with which we meet them may be new. But those values upon which our success depends — hard work and honesty, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism — these things are old. These things are true. They have been the quiet force of progress throughout our history. What is demanded then is a return to these truths. What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility — a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation and the world; duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task.

This is the price and the promise of citizenship.

This is the source of our confidence — the knowledge that God calls on us to shape an uncertain destiny.

This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed — why men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent Mall, and why a man whose father less than 60 years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath.

So let us mark this day with remembrance, of who we are and how far we have traveled. In the year of America’s birth, in the coldest of months, a small band of patriots huddled by dying campfires on the shores of an icy river. The capital was abandoned. The enemy was advancing. The snow was stained with blood. At a moment when the outcome of our revolution was most in doubt, the father of our nation ordered these words be read to the people:

“Let it be told to the future world … that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive… that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet [it].”

America. In the face of our common dangers, in this winter of our hardship, let us remember these timeless words. With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents, and endure what storms may come. Let it be said by our children’s children that when we were tested, we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back, nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God’s grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations.

Fairy tales

20 Jan 2009 Leave a Comment

by Charlie in whatnot

Nung bata ako, naniniwala ako sa fairy tales. Masaya kasing nakakapanood ng mga nagkakatuluyan dahil sa true love. Yung tipong magkatitigan lang, sa simbahan agad ang diretso. O kaya nagkabanggaan lang, nagkangitian, tapos simbahan ulit ang diretso. Nung bata ako, akala ko lahat ng kwentong pag-ibig sa simbahan ang diretso. Hindi naman kasi ako nakakapanood ng mga masasaklap ang ending. Kaya nung bata ako, nangarap din akong makakilala na makakatuluyan ko sa simbahan.

Pagtungtong ko ng hayskul, natunaw parang bula lahat ng fairy tales na pinaniwalaan ko. Pero syempre, hindi ko sinabi kahit kanino na kahit kailan naniwala ako sa mga ganun. Nung panahong yun, alam ko na walang fairy tales, at lahat ng mga nagkakatuluyan hindi madali ang pinagdadaanan. Marami akong mga naging kaklase at kaibigan na OA kung mag-LQ, kaya nainis ako sa mga relasyon relasyon nung hayskul. Naisip ko, masyado pa akong bata para problemahin nang maigi kung bakit hindi ako tinawagan o kung bakit hindi ako sinabayan mag-recess. Mas poproblemahin ko pa kung paano intindihin yung standard deviation kesa dun, kasi alam kong mas importante yun.

Nung medyo tumanda ako, akala ko nagmature na ako at kaya ko nang bigyan ng pansin yung pakikipag-LQ kung kanino man. Akala ko ang tatak ng isang seryosong relasyon ay ang pag-aaway, pag-uusap tungkol dun, at pagbabati. Yun nga lang, hindi ko napansin na kapag madalas nangyayari ang ganun na tipong araw-araw, mukha na lang kayong tanga pareho. Parang naging kayo lang para mag-away.

Habang mas tumatanda, lalong nagiging negatibo ang pananaw ko sa pag-ibig. Mas napapaligiran ako ng mas maraming kwentong nauuwi sa wala. Mga akala kong ayos na pero di pala. Pero hindi pa naman ako nawawalan ng pag-asang nangyayari talaga ang fairy tale. Sa dami ba naman nun, imposibleng walang ganun sa totoong buhay.

Yun nga lang, huli ko na naisip na masyadong maraming tao sa mundo para pagkalooban ng happy ending. Baka sabi ng tadhana, ang baduy naman kung lahat ng tao makakakuha ng happy ending? Paano naman maaappreciate ng iba ang happy ending kung walang tragic ending?

Nung bata ako, naniniwala ako sa fairy tales. Ngayon, naniniwala parin ako, pero hindi na yata mangyayari sa akin. Siguro isa ako sa mga taong nakatadhana lang sa puro tragic ending para malaman ng iba kung gaano kasaya magkaroon ng happy ending.

Halloween

02 Nov 2008 Leave a Comment

by Charlie in whatnot

I spent the last day of the month bar hopping. Okay, not exactly bar hopping—because it requires multiple “hops” to consider it “hopping”. We just “hopped” once, from Mutiny in Macapagal, to Xaymaca in Timog. My original plan was just to drop by in Mutiny and go home before 11 o’clock—in time to watch Bubble Gang.

But I guess I wasn’t just in the mood to go home yet so I tagged along with Ann and Elisa. I dread being alone lately. Not alone in life, but alone literally. I don’t want to be alone and be able to think about things I am choosing not to think about.

Anyway, we left Mutiny at around 1 am. While waiting for a taxi, we saw a group of teenagers riding motorcycles pull over at McDonald’s. I noticed one of them looked oddly familiar. And then I remembered. It was Marky Gacer. Yep. THE Marky from Arellano. Details unimportant. So there we were, and there they were. He looked older than his age, which is 17-18. I was hoping he wouldn’t recognize me as a former student teacher from his school, but we kept looking at him to confirm if it was really him, so naturally he kept looking at us too. Dumb.

It was depressing riding a taxi at 1am. It really was. You get to see places in a different light. The streets were mostly deserted. The MRT stations were closed. There was no traffic in Edsa. The whole stretch of Makati was flooded with yellow lights. Everything looked different. And on top of everything, the songs playing on the radio of the taxi were also depressing as hell. I wanted so badly for that taxi ride to be over immediately. It was torture. Good thing when we arrived in Xaymaca, it was the opposite of depressing. Grawr!

It was my first time to go to Xaymaca, a hardcore reggae bar. The tagline of the bar is “where reggae music is at its best”. I loved it. Everyone was friendly, dancing, smoking, drinking, smiling at everybody else, clinking their beer bottles with random people, singing loudly in harmony, enjoying the music altogether. It wasn’t weird to strike up a conversation with someone you don’t know. You can pull someone in the corner to dance with him or her. It was crazy good. I don’t really go to bars. I just go to bars now to watch Clarassbliss (Ann’s brother’s band).

I was able to watch Coffeebreak Island, dammit. I’d been wanting to see them live ever since I first heard of them about 4 years ago. To cut it short, it was crazy, loud, and fun. I didn’t drink though. The rhum and cola didn’t taste like there was any cola in it.

I arrived home at 6 am. I went straight to bed and woke up at 1:30 pm. Overall, save from several EMO moments I had the night previously, it was still a happy Halloween.