Gates, Passageways, Doors

What would the world be without doors? What if we just had holes as entrances to homes, buildings or rooms? Hmm, parang exciting isipin.



The ancient-looking, simple wooden gate (with a small door) of Eton College at Windsor. Just by looking at this door, you wouldn't think that this is the same door that Princes Harry and William passed through as students at Eton. As far as we know, the wooden gate is off-limits to visitors of Eton. Two Pinoy postgrads and I ended up in front of this gate during a day tour at Windsor because the visitors' entrance was already closed. Lesson: Don't judge a school by its door:-)



But hey, the door was open so I ventured inside and here's what I got: a photo of the school's courtyard! Sayang, Sabado kaya walang students hanging around. Lesson: Don't hesitate to enter open doors. You'll never know what you're gonna find!:-)




A 'Book Passage' at Hay-on-Wye, the only book town in the world. Too bad I didn't check it when I went there for a day tour so I have no idea what it's like inside. I felt there were plenty of other bigger and nicer bookshops to visit I decided to skip this one. Lesson: Don't miss the chance to look around and explore interesting-looking passages or walkways. There's more to life than reading books, anyway:-)



French door of a hotel room overlooking Chao Phraya River in Bangkok. I think that the best kind of door is a French door as it serves both as a window and as a door. Depending on your mood, you can either enjoy the view while inside your room, or push that glass door and be out in the sun. Well, a door is what you make of it;-)

More on Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD)

My Pinay friend, Joan, got interested as well about Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) and she found out that one celebrity known to have suffered from it was Natalie Imbruglia! Salamat, kaayo for the info:-) By the way, SAD, a mood disorder, is also known as winter depression. Read more about it here.

One of the treatments given to 'SAD people' is light therapy using sun lamps. These are a special kind of lamps which are much brighter than the ordinary ones. For ellenmayjoyceasacla and for us (that includes me) who have never seen a sun lamp in our lives, here's how it looks like, thanks to a photo taken from Amazon:



And here's another one with a more contemporary design, courtesy of Wikipedia:

Perspectives

I'm totally convinced that our socio-cultural background largely determine the way we look at the world. Wow, what a serious statement to make, you might say:-) But here goes an interesting story from my friend Janice.

Janice attended a workshop about coping with the demands of postgrad studies recently. The presenter was a British professor and she started by asking the participants what made them sign-up for the workshop. 'What problems are you having right now?' she asked them. Janice didn't have a problem at all - she just wanted to know some techniques how she could cope better with the demands of postgrad work:-)

Near the end of the workshop, the presenter gave interesting suggestions for each of the participants. 'Hey Janice, you might want to buy a sun lamp if you miss the sunshine from your country,' she told my friend. By the way, Janice is Asian just like me. She thought that the professor may have had the idea that the British gloomy weather must be making her depressed! And then to another female participant, 'Why not take a trip to the Canary Islands?' It's a great place to spend your Christmas break.'



The Stonehenge against a gloomy December sky.


Janice and I were both almost down to our knees laughing when we met after her workshop. 'Why am I going to need a sun lamp?' she asked, her eyes almost filled with tears as she laughed. We found the whole idea of getting a sun lamp to ease depression totally ridiculous! Or so we thought.

Back in my flat, I shared Janice's little story with my young male British flatmate. I was relating this story to him in an amused way but he looked serious the whole time. Hmm, puzzling. And then he said, 'But there are people who do get depressed because of lack of sunlight.' He then said 'X (I'm not sure anymore) percent of the UK population are affected by seasonal affective disorder (SAD).'*** Ohhhh. I was speechless for two seconds. 'Wow, I didn't know that,' I told him rather lamely. Argg. Blame my ignorance. Or my being Filipino? I thought to myself.

The next day, Janice and I had an interesting talk about this whole sun lamp thing. We both agreed that although we come from a region where we have plenty of sunlight, we found it somewhat unthinkable that people could feel depressed with the weather. 'We have at least 26 typhoons a year in the Philippines but I haven't heard of anybody getting depressed because of the flooding and the rains,' I told her. Janice said, 'It's the same thing where I come from. I guess depression is not an Asian thing (maybe except in the more affluent parts of Asia).' Okay, maybe a good number of Pinoys do get depressed but I'm almost certain that bad weather is not the main reason for it:-)

And then we made the same observation of the Brits apologizing constantly about their weather, almost to a fault. Wow, I wonder how they'd feel if they get the chance to live in the Philippines, or worse, Bangladesh. Where I come from, heavy rains and strong winds are almost a daily companion for six months. But I rarely hear people apologize about it to visitors in the city. Maybe because there's little we can do about the weather...

***One in 50 people in the UK are affected by SAD.

The Breeze Blows West

It has been almost two months since I arrived here in Cardiff, Wales and I would still pause sometimes and ask myself, "What am I doing here?" A small university town (it's the capital city of Wales), Cardiff is so much like Baguio - small, friendly, charming. Except for the more challenging part of getting used to British and Welsh accents, I'm taking in all these rather new experience like an eight-year-old about to fly a kite for the first time. I'm somewhat anxious yet excited, a bit timid but determined.



Cardiff University's main building


Now that I'm here, I guess I won't be able to write much about my main interests, Cordi people and culture. Ironically, it's because of these same interests that I'm here - to research on ethnicity and identity in the media. Amusing, huh?

But I'd certainly try to write about fellow Pinoys who are working and studying here. I've already met some of them and I was deeply touched by their warmth and hospitality. Iba pa rin ang Pinoy:-)

So I guess this blog will take on a different flavor for the coming several months. I hope to chronicle new learnings, fresh perspectives and interesting characters in my new adventure. So little time, so much to learn:-) I fully agree with the following quote:

What is important is to keep learning, to enjoy challenge, and to tolerate ambiguity. In the end there are no certain answers.

Martina Horner, President of Radcliffe College

Neruda's 'Too Many Names'

Pablo Neruda (1904-73)

Monday entangles itself with Tuesday
and the week with the year:
time cannot be severed
with your weary shears,
and all the names of the day
the water of night clears.


No man can call himself Peter,
no woman Rose or Mary,
we are all sand or dust,
we are all rain in the rain.
They have told me of Venezuelas,
Paraguays and Chiles,
I don’t know what they’re talking about:
I know the skin of the Earth
and I know that it has no name.


When I lived among roots
they delighted me more than flowers,
and when I talked to a stone
it echoed like a bell.


It is so slow the spring
that lasts the winter long:
time has lost his shoes:
one year’s four centuries.


When I go to sleep each night
what am I called, not called?
And when I wake up, who am I
if it wasn’t ‘I’ who was sleeping?


This is to say that as soon as we
are thrust out into life,
that we come newly born,
that our mouths are not filled
with all these dubious names,
with all these mournful labels,
with all these meaningless letters,
with all this ‘yours’ and ‘mine’,
with all this signing of papers.


I think to confound things
mingling them, hatching them new,
seeing through them, stripping them naked,
until the light of the earth
has the unity of the ocean,
a generous integrity,
a crackle of starched perfume.

Harper Lee

I was in second year high school in Manila when my young Bulakena English teacher came to class one morning announcing she has a list of '100 Books You Must Read Or You'll Miss One Half of Your Life,' or something of that sort. She began by saying she has enjoyed reading all these books and that she hopes we would be interested in reading them as well before finally listing down the books in the deep green blackboard right before us.

The list includes Victor Hugo's Les Miserables, Tolstoy's Anna Karenina, true-life novel on psychosis 'I Never Promised You a Rose Garden,' Louisa May Alcott's 'Little Women' and 'Little Men,' and plenty of other novels I can't recall right now. I think still have a copy of my list somewhere in my pile of old notebooks back home and it is one of my most treasured old notes.



Harper Lee's 'To Kill a Mockingbird' was definitely on her list. How could it not find it's way there? That book is my old-time favorite, with Les Miserables coming in second. According to Wikipedia, the novel was voted the 'Best Novel of the 20th Century' by readers of the Library Journal in 1999. Not surpringsingly, The Book-of-the-Month Club and the Library of Congress' Center for the Book both found out through a survey conducted in 1991 that the novel was second only to the Bible.

Friendship, courage, and coming of age - these are the timeless themes that made me cry when I first read Harper Lee's Pulitzer-prize winning novel. How I wish I could write one novel that could move people this way, I thought to myself decades ago when I first read it. How could she write about prejudice, injustice and friendship all at the same time with such wit, depth and beauty?

I have re-read it a few times more and I still get this fresh, tingling feeling of reading it as if for the first time. I would still have goosebumps when I read that part of Boo Radley coming out of his house for the first time, when Atticus had to kill that rabid dog and the symbolism the whole scenario evoked, and the trial at the courthouse with Atticus delivering his deeply moving statements. I relished reading every page of this book, the characters almost speaking to me in their authentic, honest dialogues.

The book's author, Harper Lee, now 80 years old and living in Alabama, was honored yesterday for her contribution to American literature. Pres. Bush awarded her the Presidential Medal of Freedom, the US' 'highest civilian award, to recognize contributions in science, the arts, literature and the cause of freedom.' It's an award that she so rightly deserves.

I was 30 when I read a self-help book that advised readers to write down their dreams in life, no matter how odd these may seem. It can be 'Learn to tap dance' or maybe even 'Fly to the moon.' I drew up my own list and it certainly included 'Meet Harper Lee in person.' I don't know if it will ever happen so I am blogging about her and her outstanding novel and quietly hope that she comes across this obscure blog for some random reason. That to me, is as good as meeting her in person.

Ms. Lee, you have broadened my perspective of people and relationships and I'm eternally grateful for that:-)

But nothing really is impossible if you put your heart into what you do, I guess. After all, Atticus Finch in the novel defined courage as '...When you're licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what.'

Photo credit: University of Alabama

A New Approach to Tourism?

Last month, some cousins and I were on our way to Itogon via Tuding Road when we thought of taking a short visit at Mines View Park. Although one cousin lives in Baguio, she hasn't brought her kids to Mines View so we decided to be "tourists" for 30 minutes.

There's really not much to see there, only views of the mountains (kaya nga Mines View) of Itogon where small-scale mining continues to thrive. But there are plenty of things to buy: you'll find endless stalls of flowers, food, and pasalubong items.

We were about to leave the "park," which is actually more of a market, when we noticed a group of young people walking up a stage near the entrance to the view deck. Speaking in Tagalog, they sounded excited to have their photo taken while they wore Igorot head gears.



"Mukha na ba tayong mga Igorot?" asked a female tourist to her companions as they took their seats. I didn't hear the reply of one of her friends but the group broke into laughter and seemed to relish the whole experience.

They looked students to me and I felt more dismayed than angry that these young people from the lowlands have little knowledge about Igorots. I can't blame them for having a stereotype image of Igorots as a people who continue to wear head gears. That's what we often see on TV, that's why.

Now I ask: Shouldn't tourism initiatives involve educating tourists as well, and not just concern itself with "selling" a place?

Baguio City thrives on tourism. Decades before Panagbenga, it was and remains to be known as the Summer Capital of the Philippines. Now we have Panagbenga, a month-long event in February, Baguio Tossed Salad Festival in November, the UP Summer Arts Festival usually in April, and other interesting activities to attract tourists to the city. But except for the UP Arts Festival, do these touristy events help other Filipinos get to know more about the people of Baguio and Benguet? Or do they just unfortunately deepen lowlanders'prejudice against Igorots?

I've visited Internet tourist sites for New Zealand and Australia and I'm truly impressed with how they inform readers about the Maoris and Aborigines, "selling" destinations and yes, even their culture, while educating tourists as well.

Isn't the distinct culture and traditions of the Cordillera the unique selling point of Baguio? The city, after all, is part of Benguet, a land of indigenous people. But why do our tourism initiatives dismally fail to inform tourists who the Igorots are? Panagbenga organizers do make an effort to lend some sense of history and context to their events but almost always, the activities are so unrelated to the concept of panagbenga.

Just to show you what I mean, here are some of the activities last February: (at SM) Aloha Hula, Jazz Up Your Jeans, and the Panagbenga Closing Party with Kamikaze; (at Baguio Center Mall) taekwando and arnis competitions. We also had the search for Mr. and Ms. Fashionista, and Mr. Panagbenga and Flower Princess. The rest of the events were about gardening, flowers and trade fairs.

Hey, I'm not saying we do away with pop culture-type money-making events. But can't we make our "festival" more meaningful by showcasing films, concerts, plays or other cultural events that tell more about the Ibalois, or the early builders of Baguio for instance? Or maybe an activity that highlights Baguio's historical sites? Baguio may now be a bustling city peopled by migrants but it will cease to be Baguio if it loses its soul.