when eating with a spoon and fork is “un-intelligent” (or when your principal is an ignorant dick)

April 28th, 2006 by mizumali

Filipino table etiquette punished at local school


A Roxboro woman has filed a formal complaint with a local school board
after her son was disciplined by a lunch program monitor at Ecole
Lalande for eating in what she says is a customary Filipino manner.

Luc Cagadoc’s table behaviour is traditionally Filipino; he fills
his spoon by pushing the food on his plate with a fork, his mother,
Maria Theresa Gallardo, says.

But after being punished by
his school’s lunch program monitor more than 10 times this year
for his mealtime conduct — including his technique — the
seven-year-old told Gallardo said last week that he was too embarrassed
to eat his dinner.

“Mommy, I don’t want to eat
anymore,” Gallardo says Luc told her at the kitchen table April
11. “My teacher is telling me that eating with a spoon and fork
is yucky and disgusting.”

When he eats with both a spoon
and fork, instead of only one utensil, the Grade 2 student said the
lunch monitor moves him to a table to sit by himself.

Upset
over Luc’s story, Gallardo confronted the lunchtime caregiver the
next day and on April 13, she telephoned the school’s principal,
Normand Bergeron. His reaction brought her to tears, she says.
“His response was shocking to me,” Gallardo, who moved to
Montreal from the Philippines in 1999, told The Chronicle. “He
said, ‘Madame, you are in Canada. Here in Canada you should eat
the way Canadians eat.’

“I find it very prejudiced
and it’s racist. He’s supposed to be acting like a
professional. This is supposed to be a free country with free
expressions of culture and religion. This is how we eat; we eat with a
fork and spoon.”

Luc’s father, Aldrin Cagadoc,
was also surprised by the comment. “I can’t believe even
the principal would say that,” he said. “A person of that
calibre, I wouldn’t expect him to say that.”

Gallardo, who operates a day care out of her Roxboro home and is close
to completing her studies in early childhood education, wrote a letter
last week and lodged a formal complaint to the Commission scolaire
Marguerite Bourgeoys (CSMB) yesterday.

She disagrees with the
lunch monitor’s approach to teaching children how to eat and says
it is emotionally abusive to Luc. When she questioned Bergeron about
punishing students for their table habits, she says he replied that,
“If your son eats like a pig he has to go to another table
because this is the way we do it and how we’re going to do it
every time.”

But Bergeron says it was Luc’s eating
technique combined with his behaviour at the table that was
inappropriate that day, which is why he was moved. “Luc can be
turbulent,” he said yesterday. “Like other children, he is
frequently in situations where we have to intervene. It’s normal,
he’s a child. He is in a period of learning.”

The principal of the 387-student Roxboro school said he
explained his position on using two utensils to Gallardo during their
telephone conversation. “I said, ‘Here, this is not the
manner in which we eat.’

“I don’t necessarily want students to eat with one hand or with only one instrument, I want them to eat intelligently at the table,”
he said. “I want them to eat correctly with respect for others
who are eating with them. That’s all I ask. Personally, I
don’t have any problems with it, but it is not the way you see
people eat every day. I have never seen somebody eat with a spoon and a fork at the same time.

i guess the goddamn principal doesnt eat rice either.

a long and winding eskinita

March 28th, 2006 by mizumali

because friendster insists on being the grouchy old man of social networking - social networking is
the prettier term for fuck-fishing, isnt it? - i am joining the cramped
bandwagon of myspace. yes, it doesnt take a lot for me to sell out.
actually, it doesnt take anything at all. im easy like that.

so im re-tooling my page, which had some inaccuracies - lies, goddamn lies!
- to be expected, after all, i did sign up one day back in ‘04 and then
promptly fled to that asian bastion of connections, friendster. it’s
funny how friendster now elicits varied reactions from the people i
know - none of them good, most of them questioning: "huh?  friend-what?  friendster?  ehh?

oh, how the mighty have fallen.

so.  myspace.  my initial guffaw at its ridiculous name - seriously, myspace?!  my_space??
- serves notice to how short-sighted i am. the fact that i lambasted it
not just for the lame name, but also for being a "second-rate, trying
hard copycat" (to paraphrase cheryl gil) and moreso, predicted its early demise, "mark my words, something that lame aint gonna last.  theres friendster, and theres… everybody else,"
should be strong proof of how i should never, under any circumstances,
be allowed to make half-assed predictions regarding the mood of the
general public.

i mean, i did predict john kerry was gonna win
over bushie. and i did say tom and katie looked like a real couple…
at first.

clearly, i should never be allowed to speak while sober.

…………

goddamn
nbc went anal on youtube and forced them to yank all snl sketches. i
was going to play natalie portman’s gangsta rap skit on my profile, but
nooo, nbc had to be prissy.

i was able to download the video, though.  jesus still loves me.  kinda.

ken cobain

March 21st, 2006 by mizumali

Cobain2the kurt cobain doll

"Sure, there are still some songs here and there that diehard Nirvana
fans may have not been able to get in its finest form of clarity, and
we are still waiting for an official DVD release that catalogs all
their music videos, but the one thing that many fans have been asking
for and have never received in ANY form, official or not, is an action
figure."

yep, because kurt would have loved nothing more than his own action figure. 

your life_the soundtrack

March 21st, 2006 by mizumali

Opening credits:
the
beatles :: sexy sadie

Waking up:
oasis ::
lyla

Average day:
granddaddy
:: revolution

First date:
cat power
:: could we

Falling in love:
death cab
for cutie :: i will follow you into the dark

Love scene:
jeff
buckley :: everybody here wants you

Fight scene:
the cure ::
the end of the world

Breaking up:
the
beatles :: for no one

Getting back together:
zwan ::
honestly

Secret love:
the
decemberists :: the engine driver

Life’s okay:
iron and
wine :: such great heights

Mental breakdown:
billy
corgan :: to love somebody

Driving:
the white
stripes :: seven nation army

Learning a lesson:
beach
boys :: god only knows

Deep thought:
nirvana
:: jesus don’t want me for a sunbeam

Flashback:
ryan adams :: nuclear

Partying:
the
strokes :: juicebox

Happy dance:
justin
timberlake :: rock your body

Regretting:
the
strokes :: under control

Long night alone:
imago ::
spoliarium

Death scene:
nirvana
:: all apologies (unplugged)

Closing credits:
smashing
pumpkins :: perfect

edsa for sale

February 24th, 2006 by mizumali

jesus christ.  will the philippines ever learn?


http://news.inq7.net/top/index.php?index=1&story_id=67295

does the splintered opposition actually have a viable alternative to gma?  does anyone intent on overthrowing the administration actually have a plan for what happens next?  because i know this feels oh-so-exciting and of-the-moment, yallz, but there is a gaping "what-next" following all this drama.  and nobody has a definitive answer.  no-fucking-body.  unless you consider cory aquino to be a viable alternative to gloria arroyo.  8-hour blackouts, anyone?

the presidency is not a game.


this is something the opposition seems to have forgotten.  you cannot just ask the president to "take the supreme sacrifice" of stepping down and then threaten an uprising when she refuses to do so.  you cannot keep making the same threats, keep holding the same rallies, keep disrupting everyday business every other year.  this is why the political climate never improves,  because we seem to think the presidency is like a pair of underwear we can change overnight.

you are making a mockery of the highest institution in the land.  i know the philippines is a third-world country, with third-rate actors for politicians.  but lets not forget that it is still, however hollow, a democracy.  a democracy that elected joseph estrada, a democracy that ousted him, a democracy that ushered in arroyo.  it is a democracy that voted estrada’s wife, loi estrada, to the senate, she with zero qualifications.  it is a democracy that voted imee marcos to congress, a yardstick for how short the filipino’s memory is.  it is a democracy that oversaw the pathetic excuse for "people power 3" estrada loyalists had engineered, to failure.  it is a democracy that turned down the one honest man in politics, raul roco, time and time again.


so yes, this talk about "bringing back democracy" is bullshit.  no, we cannot bring back what we have not lost.  what we ought to do is learn how to wield democracy so it doesnt bite us in the ass.  because you know what, we deserve the leaders we get.  we do.  we deserve the aquinos, and the estradas, and the arroyos, and the marcoses.  we deserve the supremely unqualified actors we vote for, the greedy hacienderos we elect to power.

edsa 1986 was a freak confluence of events that energized a nation and inspired the world.  circumstances are different now, the spirit of the times is radically different from what was present twenty years before.  who would not be weary of the specter of "people power" the opposition insists on brandishing everytime things are not to its liking?


lets face it, the mystique of "edsa" is fading from our collective consciousness.  "edsa dos" ushered in the gma era, while "edsa tres", well, that one was a travesty.  and i use the term "edsa tres" very loosely.  one-and-a-quarter "edsas" and a dozen more "mini-people powers" halfway through this decade alone.

can you spell b-u-r-n-o-u-t?

—————

Sun Microsystems event 1st casualty of RP state of emergency
Stocks take a beating in wake of coup rumours, down by 1.02 percent

Australia re-issues travel advisory on Philippines due to tensions
Hong Kong issues advisory on Philippines travel


welcome to another dead-end.


.x-posted

smoked dead fish

January 21st, 2006 by mizumali

well movies touched my different lives and i landed head first on the ground a little less sense as these lines go by in a blur in a blur when my dreams have no mercy please rescue me a little girl alone in the woods a liar and a fake generations ago i armed myself with ice and i once called irony home but hey now ive laid my voice to waste and my mind is tired i need to lie down and catch my breath one last show before i go.

picture me elegant.  well, i cannot.  nerves and a scattered brain.  bones.
adult = a dolt.

vegas, baby. 
feb9? 
feb9!

i used to play a game, when i was in sixth grade.  with this guy who shall be nameless - i hope you still remember.  i was young and immature, i said i hated him when i didnt.  he was patient and forgiving, it was his sorry but most of it was my fault.

he had friends who came from across the hall, with knowing grins and folded notes.  hi hello, it’s good we’re done with this silent war.  i had friends who ran across the hall, with knowing grins and folded notes.  hi hello, why are we still just passing notes?

same guy i had the biggest crush on during high school.  the sum of my adolescent what-ifs, all my teenaged i-shouldves.  other boys came and went, but this guy was the number one entry on my top 5 list.  with his own fucking codename.  because of course, i wouldnt want him to know i was crushing on him, never mind that we went to different high schools and nobody in my school had the foggiest idea he existed.

ehh. 

i guess it’s true.  i am still a stupid girl when it comes to nice boys.

January 6th, 2006 by mizumali

 

Go to your music player of choice
and put it all on shuffle. Say the following questions aloud, and after each
one press play. Use the song title as the answer to the question.

What do you think of me, iTunes?
-perfect, smashing pumpkins-
but please you know you’re just like me/next time I promise we’ll be/perfect

Will I have a happy life?
-weightless, wolfgang-
With the wings of Eros/I’ll stretch them wide/Upon the winds of fortune/I’m
ready to glide

What do my friends really think of
me?

-just the way you are, billy joel-
Don’t go changing, to try and please me/You never let me down before

Do people secretly lust after me?
-payaso, razorback-
Handa ka na ba/Para tanggapin ako/Tatawanan n’yo ba/Ang isang payaso

How can I make myself happy?
-revolution 1, the beatles-
You say you want a revolution /Well, you know /We all want to change the
world/You tell me that it’s evolution/Well, you know/We all want to change the
world/But when you talk about destruction/Don’t you know that you
can count me out… in/Don’t you know it’s gonna be all right

What should I do with my life?
-someday we’ll know, new radicals-
So many questions/I need an answer

Why must life be so full of pain?
-both sides now, joni mitchell-
I’ve looked at life from both sides now/from win and lose and still
somehow/It’s life’s illusions I recall/I really don’t know life at
all.

How can I maximize my pleasure
during sex?

-heart-shaped box, nirvana-
I’ve been drawn into your magnet tar-pit trap/I wish I could eat your cancer
when you turn black

Will I ever have children?
-here comes the sun, the beatles-
Here comes the sun/Here comes the sun, and I say/It’s all right

Will I die happy?
-tikman, sugarfree-
Halika tikman ang langit/halika tikman ang langit/halika tikman ang langit

Can you give me some advice?
-the denial twist, the white stripes-
Take a tip and do yourself a little service /Take a mountain turn it into a
mole.

What do you think happiness is?
-im gonna love you just a little more, barry white-
This time it looks like love is here to stay

What’s my favourite fetish?
-start me up, the rolling stones-

 

resbak

November 24th, 2005 by mizumali

oh, so now after "john prats", i have "manolo blahnik" tops on my searches.

yehey.

searching for answers. any answer.

November 4th, 2005 by mizumali

JOHN PRATS???

john frickin prats is in the top searches in MY network?

oh my god. 

October 13th, 2005 by mizumali

this is a family
portrait, and her fat, rosy cheeks are close to bursting as she smiles, her
eyes crinkling at the corner. her three brothers all staring intently at the
camera, her parents and sisters smiling.

she looks like a porcelain doll, friends of her parents would say. and later,
everyone else would.

she had fair skin, no scars at all. she took pride in that. she had golden
brown eyes, and sometimes, she’d line them with black kohl. she looked like an
egyptian princess then. she laughed loud, and often. she’d get excitable, and
say the silliest things, and in the next breath, leave you with fool-proof
advice. she greeted everyone with a smile and a wave, and everyone who knew her
thought she was a breath of fresh air.

she had a lot of stories, funny ones. she told them with great relish, as if
the very act of recalling them brought her back to the very scene. she could be
like a little girl sometimes - she’d dance the ocho-ocho like crazy, and she
knew every single word to wowowee. but she always had a sure hand at home, she
knew just how to make the four corners of a house come alive. she made you want
to stay and sleep in, and watch the filipino channel with her, because her
enthusiasm was contagious. she had a generous spirit and a kind heart, and
everyone of us is richer for having known her.

she loved her life. she loved her family, she loved her friends.

and we all loved her. we always will.

she’s my tita zita. my cousins’ mom. my uncle’s wife. my mom’s sister. my
grandma’s daughter. shawn’s grandma.

we miss her, and not a day will pass that we wont miss her. but we will
remember her with a smile, because that’s what she brought us. she was a joy to
be with.

rest in peace, tita zita. love always.