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…and don’t forget the chocolate cake! :)

Downward Spiral

February 1st, 2008 by javajive:hellokitty.com

I’m still mad. Well, I wasn’t for about 24 hours, but now I’m mad again. The feeling isn’t any better, and I’m still getting feverish. I wonder if I’m mad because I’m sick or I’m sick because I’m mad?

You Know You’re Laid Back When…

January 31st, 2008 by javajive:hellokitty.com

You get mad only once a decade, twice tops; and when you DO get mad you can’t think or move for half an hour without fear of yelling or hitting something. When you have to grab a handful of ice to literally cool your head. And when, hours later, your head still hurts and you check your temperature to find out you’re feverish. I guess it IS true, what they say about people you’ve never seen mad…

UP Students, Please Go To Our Symposium!

January 28th, 2008 by javajive:hellokitty.com

No, I Haven’t Died Yet…

January 26th, 2008 by javajive:hellokitty.com

…Although I felt very close to it on the twelfth…

Before I forget, though… Thanks to everyone who bothered to read and comment on my previous entries… XD I never really thought people’d bother with anything here… hahah. Except those who know me, of course. Since I bug them and I can get extremely “persistent”…

*clears throat* So… reasons for the lack of posts: life has alternately been boring and boring some more, and really, who wants to read about boring stuff?

Anywho, on to the actual post…

We had a demo workshop for Creative Writing 10 class (Basics of CW) yesterday… and it’s really funny how one’s major in college can consume one’s life…


(During the workshop)

Angi: (on one story’s flow) The story’s a bit parabolic… there’s a really high point and then it sags and then suddenly shoots up again. It’s not neccesarily bad, but…

The rest of us: Parabolic? Huh?


Angi: (on another story’s word usage) Be more careful on how you input the data in your story…

Us: Input… data?


Angi: (on last story’s flow) Instead of a parabola, this one’s a bit like a negative polynomial function. The way it…


Me: TT__TT I left the College of Engineering only to hear about mathematical concepts in my creative writing class… It’s haunting meeeeeeeeee….


Meanwhile, most of the rest of the period was spent staring blankly at the discolouration on the pad of my left ring finger. It looks like the wound I got from CWTS camping mutated. I mean, really. It’s barely three millimetres in diameter and yet it hasn’t healed in two weeks… and it’s yellow. O_x

How’d I get it, you ask? Here’s how… (WARNING: LONG USELESS SEMI-RANT AHEAD)

Over here where I live, we have this thing called National Service Training Program (NSTP) which is divided into three components - Reserve Officer Training Course (ROTC), Civic Welfare Training Service (CWTS), and Literary Training Service (LTS). Now, you don’t need to take all three, mind you. You get to choose one and stick to it for an entire year.

I chose CWTS. Another thing I have to explain is that different colleges (sometimes even different departments) offer different courses for CWTS. For example, the College of Social Sciences Dept. of Geography offers map-making or something to that effect, the College of Business Administration is fund raising for charity, College of Engineering Dept. of Geodetic Engineering has surveying, or maybe map reading and stuff, and the College of Engineering Department of Mining, Mineral, and Metallurgical Engineering, where I’m taking mine, offers Kampo-uno Rescue. Basically, rappeling with smatterings of first aid and ropemanship.

So… we had camp. Basically, to tie everything we learned together, and to see the practical uses of the skills they taught us.


Random: That bus pass is actually VERY neon. It’s just that the scanner doesn’t scan neon. :P

When you go to camp, you generally expect tents like this…


Above image taken from http://www.indymedia.ie/article/77224

But in our camp, we had long rows of…


Note: It’s described in the site I pirated it from (http://www.fcsutler.com/fcwedgetentdetails.asp) as a “Civil War Wedge Tent”. But if you go to the site, you’ll see that these tents actually have doors. OURS, however, were more of tarps hung over rope with nails driven through the four corners to secure them @_@. Basically, those who didn’t bring their own tents (or didn’t have friends who did) were feasted on by ants and mosquitoes. Oh, and it drizzled at night.

… Thank god one of my buddies (as in buddy system, but since our group had an odd number attending there were 3 of us) thought of bringing a basic dome tent…

Come Saturday morning, my group was due to go trekking and rappeling.

Lesson # 1: Don’t wear basketball shoes in the mountains. Zero traction. And collects mud like hell. (They were the only rubber shoes I could bring… The others were in the laundry)

Lesson # 2: Hate the rain when you’re in the mountains. Not only did we have to take a different, LONGER route… the trail was… well, trailing. As in streams of water downhill that make you slip.

Lesson # 3: Going up the mountain in the rain with weak knees and/or recent knee injury is not a good idea. To be fair, I didn’t really have much choice… and I did hang on for more than 3/4 of the time… but by the time we reached the end I couldn’t stand anymore… O_o And of course, somewhere along the way, my knee gave a painful twinge uphill when I was barely two steps away from a long fall, and I had to grab on to something. That something was a thorny branch. And that branch is the cause of my yellow finger pad.

Lesson # 4: Adrenaline rushes are O_o. One of my group-mates (who hadn’t gotten any sleep due to a dreadful exam friday night) got high and started zooming up and down the mountain. Zooming, sliding, laughing maniacally as he did so.

Lesson # 5: Even dome tents can’t save your stuff from the rain. We came back to the campsite to find everything absolutely drenched. Well, everything but OUR stuff, since we shoved all of them into huge garbage bags in a fit of paranoia. Ah, thank goodness.

Lesson # 6: Bring extra shoes. The zipping group mate’s shoes died on him. And everyone else’s shoes got too… well, filthy and stank like the mountains. Fancy going home with fly-magnet shoes?

Lesson # 7: Well, nothing, really. 6 just seemed like a bad number to end at. Ha. Ha. Oh wait, there is something! Don’t drink coffee or anything that’ll make you answer the call of nature. ‘Cause in the mountains, it will be the call of nature. And girls are at a natural disadvantage over yonder.


Girl: Uhm, sir, when can we get to a place with a CR? >.<

(male) Junior Instructor: *blinks uncomprehendingly* We’re in the mountains… :-/

Girl: Yeah, but the campsite had toilets, so… X_x

JI: We’ll be here a while. *nods sagely*

Girl: But, uhh… @_@

JI: There are lotsa trees and bushes. Pick one. I’m sure your friends won’t mind covering for you. :)

Girl: Uh, oh… nevermind… >.<

JI: Why? It’s fine, really. You can even go down a bit so that you’re sure no one can see you. :-?

Girl: Nah, it’s okay. I don’t really need to… yet… O_x

JI: No no, go ahead. :)

Girl: Uh… It’s a… girl thing… >.<

JI: O_O oh. Uh… *awkward pause*

Me: O_o poor soul


Random: I wanted to hug the concrete when we finally made it to some part of civilization.

In the end, we had to leave our tents and transfer to this empty gym a few metres away. It looked, quite literally, like an evacuation centre. Except there was a karaoke machine. And a little table/store that sells cup noodles, hot water, biscuits, and bottled water…


(See the karaoke machine on the stage?)

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It was still fun, though. Even with the whole cliffs-of-death-two-steps-away bit, and the mud-in-places-you-never-knew-you-could-get-mud-in bit.

… In any case, I called my sister (Atsi) in extreme boredom that night and told her of my knee. And it seems my friend’s sister was sitting with Atsi that night (they were in a common friend’s party) and heard about it. Except she tends to exaggerate.


Sister of friend: Hey, did you hear?? Something happened to Pao’s leg!

Friend: O_o?!?!?! And you know this WHY?


Sunday was pretty relaxing. Except they used the karaoke machine as a wake up call… Hahah. In any case, I had to sit out… but at least I had a companion (she ran a fever in the night), so I didn’t completely die of boredom. And later, when she left me to watch the last activity (swimming in ice cold water), another group mate decided to stay in, and the Sunday trek/rappel group was done for the day.

TT__TT They finished around noon! Cause the rain stopped! They took a shorter route, and they were CLEAN… Wet, yeah, but CLEAN WET. Meanwhile, we took til 4pm in the mountains, and we were covered in mud head to toe… Seriously, I tried rinsing the mud off for half an hour and failed… I was SO jealous. >.<

Bah. In any case, I called a friend to say we were on our way home. Because I was bored. That very same friend with the sister mentioned above.


Friend: *as soon as she picks up* How’s your leg?!?!

Me: *blinks* Huh?

Friend: *accusingly* I had to find out from my sister, you know. Who had to find out from your sister.

Me: Ah. Party.

Friend: … LEG!

Me: KNEE. My leg is fine, my knee is… well, needs work.

Friend: Knee? But you’re fine?

Me: Yeah. Peachy.

Friend: That sister of mine… *grumble*


Regardless, the trip was still fun. Also, I love my group mates! <3 They fed me! XD Heheh.


Impromptu Outing

November 16th, 2007 by javajive:hellokitty.com

I’m sure a number of us have friends we don’t see often and yet remain close to, right? Wherein every person in their household seems to know you and vice versa (even if they’ve practically never set foot in your house)… Oh, and even if you call like… once every three years, the person who answers the phone over yonder can tell who you are. Well, when these friends invite you for a night out, it’s almost impossible to say no. And you never regret that little decision, no matter how much work you’ve piled up and how stressed you may be.

Warm fluffy feelings last until the next morning, usually. Lol. But enough of this cheesy stuff. Let me tell you something that’ll have you smiling with laughter instead of gagging with sugar. XD


1) We eat. A lot. We went to a Japanese restaurant (teriyaki boy) and ordered more than the group of four a few seats away. The dishes wouldn’t fit on the table for two.

Reg: *orders*

Waiter: Okay, how about you?

Me: *orders*

Waiter: Alright, what would you like to drink?


Waiter: …

Us: *orderorderorder*

Waiter: O_O Err… drinks?

Halfway through the meal, we had to order extra rice on top of the one bowl each we already had. The waiter’s smile looked like it’d split his face in half. I was tempted to tell him to just laugh, we wouldn’t mind.

Oh. And right after we left the restaurant, we started debating whether to have dessert or go to the arcade first. Because, you know, the dessert isn’t optional. At all.


2) The arcade was nearer. So we found ourselves gravitating towards there.

Reg is addicted to UFO catchers. That’s practically the only thing she plays. It’s fun watching her, though. Lol. It also helps that she almost always gets something.

Cute aint it? So what if I’m allergic to strawberries and incur a weird psycho-somatic reaction at the mere sight of it??? It’s FREAKISHLY CUTE, and contrary to popular belief, I’m not COMPLETELY un-girly and un-reacting. I think.

There was a watermelon pig too. But, unlike my friend, I am grouped in with the rest of humanity in that the art of UFO catching completely escapes me. So I had to earn one through tickets. And no, she didn’t end up earning a fourth of ‘em for me. Really.

Meet Melly the Watermelon. Please excuse the psychotic name. I blame it on Krispy Kreme (which will be tackled in a few moments).


3) Just driving #1 home. We eat. A lot. If we weren’t a bit short on funds we would’ve gotten a hell lot more than doughnuts, belive you me.

Anyway, Krispy Kreme drives me whacky. Even just the smell of it. It’s all the sugar, I tell you!

Flashback to last semestre, one morning class after having a cup of Kreme Coffee:

Me: *skips into room* Whee~! <3 Lovely day, isn’t it?

*thunder roars ominously*

NormalClassmates: O_O

EternallyChipperHyperClassmate: YES! Lovely day~! <3 <3 <3 Let us go skip and frolick in the lovely weather after class.

Me: Yes, lets!

*rain suddenly pours*

NormalClassmates: omfgthey’reinsaneGETTHEMAWAYFROMUS!!! NOW. O_O

*cough* No, really. it’s the coffee. I’m not really naturally batty. Really. Really really.

We couldn’t help taking pictures of the adorable little bears loudly and ashamedly. Sugar makes us happy, and happy makes us cukoo. In general. Right? :P

Apart from the two pictures posted in #2, here are more photos of the pigs. And we didn’t agonise over how they should pose. Loudly and unabashedly. And insanely. Much. And really, we didn’t settle for the most normal idea in the end. Just to keep the people around us sane. I think.

Fun fact: I hate taking pictures of myself. I mean, I’m with me all the time, why do I need pictures of myself? And here is proof…


I am singularly incapable of squeezing myself in photos I take. (I think I’ve mentioned that off-handedly in one of the entries in this blog…) In the end, I had to take coaching from Reg just so I’d be in the picture. (Who is apparently an expert in taking self-photos. VAIN) Oh, and there are about ten more pictures of me-not-there that I had to delete due to the lack of phone memory. We were sitting in front of the glass behind which the KK people were producing doughnuts. They stared. We were too sugar-and-cute-high to care.

Later, a waitress went up to us and commented on the cuteness of the pigs.

Waitress: Aww, so cute! Where’d you get them?

Reg: Timezone! :D

Me: Because Reg is a WEIRDO, she got hers from the UFO catcher. While I had to get it the normal, ticket way.

Waitress: But still, at least you got one. *smiles at us fondly, walks away*


Me: OMG, too sweet. *drinks water*

Reg: *evil eye-glint* I think she thinks we’re lesbian lovers.

Me: *gags* *laughs* Hey! You did that on purpose!

Reg: ‘Course I did.

Me: *grumble* What if I sprayed it on you, huh???

Reg: You never do. I enjoy the funny face, though. And the challenge of actually making a comment that’d make you do that. Sheesh, you’re so picky at these things. NR!!!

Me: *grumble grumble*


Reg: Anyway. I really do think she does.

Me: Well, we are sorta going high-psycho. And we do have matching stuffed animals. And we were taking numerous photos together… sorta. I don’t think they knew I wasn’t in the pictures the first couple hundred times…

Us: *pause* *laugh boisterously*

Me: But don’t all girls do that though? The cute-thing and the noise-thing and the pictures-thing?

Reg: Yes. Stop talking like you aren’t one, or they really WILL think we are. Your lack of basic social understanding and normality can be misconstrued many, many ways. I mean I know you’re like that cause you’re plain psycho, they don’t. But that’d be really funny though, wouldn’t it?

Me: *shrug* Hmm. Maybe they’re looking at us weirdly just ’cause we’re psycho. And yes, it’d be really funny. Want to feed the flames of rumour a bit?

Reg: Too true. And why not?

Ah, twas fun. :P I think we have partly traumatised the KK personnel, though. ;P Well, if we did, it’s their fault for being gossipy and having gutter brains. Hahah. :D


Yes, we are evil psychos. But that’s why we’re fun.

Lions for Lambs

November 6th, 2007 by javajive:hellokitty.com


Okay. I knew that this movie was going to have political themes. So even if I’ve always sort of wanted to watch it, I also always had low expectations. After all, it’s politics… what’re the odds of it not being a festival of selfishness and self-justification? But!!! I was pleasantly surprised. It was actually pretty good! O_o And I’m only writing this short thing because I am Truly Gobsmacked that I ended up enjoying a politics-themed movie. It was still very utterly truly irrevocably omg mind numbingly American though. So I suppose some people might get turned off by all the American patriotism going around.

Hm. If only some Filipino manages to make a political film that cohesive and surprisingly open-ended (and miraculously not leaning too much in one direction). And if only Filipinos were even HALF as proud of their country as the Amercans in the film… *sigh*

Why I Will Never Get Employment…

November 5th, 2007 by javajive:hellokitty.com


I hate interviews. I swear. O_x You see, I half fail actual social interaction. Well, it’s okay if I know someone, or am speaking with a friend of a friend and such… but interviews and public communication just do weird things to me. Like drive me bat crazy.

You see, I’m taking up Engineering but I decided to shift. I realised that I’ll kill myself out of hatred for the subject matter if I continued. To Communication Reasearch. The essay exam was alright, but then afterwards we had to sit through an interview… and I died. @_@

Haha. I get so jittery during interviews that I forget to answer the questions and ramble on and on about random things… TT__TT *sob* I hope they still let me and my insanity in…


Excerpt from ComRes interview of Pao. 05Nov2007. Approx 1344H +08GMT :

Interviewers: What name would you like us to address you with?

Me: *in freaky cheery voice* ”Oh! Pao is fine. I have many many names, but Pao’s the easiest, so that’ll do. *pause* Unless of course you’d prefer to call me something else… Then you can call me whatever suits your fancy. Well, I don’t really mind whatever you call me. Whether I actually answer to the name, however, is the question…

Interviewers: *silence* Okay. whatwasthatyouweirdperson???  … Why do you want to shift to ComRes?

Me: I want to take up ComRes cause it’s research! On communication! Whee. Lovely things, those. Interesting too. Oh, speaking of interesting… do you know that a few days ago some Australian policemen arrested a crocodile for pouncing on poor, unsuspecting fishermen? Quite funny, that. <3

Interviewers: No, not really… ohdearlordshe’sbloodyCUKOO


Okay. So I was actually able to say a couple of cohesive reasons on why I wanted to shift like how math drives me battier than even interviews, and how many things will die if I deal much more of it much longer… but I didn’t say that ’cause it would make it look like shifting’s a last resort. Which it’s not, honestly. It’s actually one of the first. but that’s probably how the two interviewers are going to remember the proceedings. And the reasons I actually gave were too boring to blog about, of course.


And The Cover Up Begins…

October 4th, 2007 by javajive:hellokitty.com


So. Remember Katherine? Apparently, the culprit, Manuel Hernandez Jr., wasn’t the child of a SB justice - it was the nephew of one. Instead, the one who shot her is a Pasig City legal department lawyer - or something to that effect.


The facts of the matter, as stated by five people who have watched the ‘official news report’ (unfortunately, I was unable to see it myself) are these:

1) It took the press an entire day to relay the facts - and it happened in the form of a press release by Pasig City.

2) With the whole “Guy with Katherine, Edgardo Canizares, kicked culprit’s car”, there is now an accusation that said guy broke the glass of the window.

3) Katherine was described as “household help.”


For one, Katherine is not household help. The saddest thing about her death is that she came home to the Philippines from her job abroad, which, I reiterate, is not being “household help”. The fact that the ‘official report’ couldn’t even get this one little fact straight makes the integrity of the thing very questionable. The news report on the day itself never stated anything about broken glass (and hey, if I’m a witness, I’d sure as hell remember a guy breaking the glass way before remembering he kicked the car… and I would be very, very, afraid to find that car windows are so easily broken from a man’s punch that no one seems to notice it first). Oh, and all the new witnesses were residents of Pasig City. Now, The accident, as far as I have heard, did occur in Pasig City. So most witnesses should be residents from there. But usually, when accidents happen, a lot of motorists stop to see what all the fuss and hubub’s about - and usually, said motorists are from different residences; and a couple of them are bound to get interviewed. Although there is a chance of the witnesses being all from Pasig, and even if it is more convenient to ask the residents - you can’t really say that there’s a very good possibility that every single person the police interviewed on the spot, right after the shooting, was a Pasig resident. And by exprience, residents watch from distant vantage points - second floor windows and half behind their doorframes - and the motorists and sidewalk vendors are the ones who go close to the accident.

Now, I understand that I may be a bit biased regarding this, but… it does sound a bit fishy, doesn’t it? #3 is very important, and brings to light another point in our society that seems so very wrong. I’ve heard a couple of people say: “Ah, so it was just household help.”, upon hearing the “victim’s occupation”. So… let us say that it was true. What if the victim was household help? Does that make her any less of a human being? Just because we perceive her job to be “not noble”, we lessen the value of her life and work? Well, listen here, some “household help” earn more than teachers - some of these give more to our country than we do. Also, 90% of middle class and higher households can’t survive without the local help. What right have we to say “Ah, so it was just the help.” like it’s a justification for her death? It really is such a sad thing, for social stratification to encompass our thoughts and ideals so much that we no longer seem to think of those we perceive as “below” us to be human beings. #3 is important because it has, sadly, successfully made the deaths of two human beings a lot lighter than what people first considered it to be.

Because, in our world, “innocent domestic helper” is worth a hell of a lot less than “innocent person”.


Tsk. 2 serious posts in one week. Oh my.


October 2nd, 2007 by javajive:hellokitty.com


To be honest, I haven’t seen the episode myself, but… Petition Re: 30/09/07 “Desperate Housewives” Episode


To:  ABC

To the producers of “Desperate Housewives” and ABC:
We are writing to express concern and hurt about a racially-discriminatory comment made in an episode of Desperate Housewives on 9/30/07. In a scene in which Susan was told by her gynecologist that she might be hitting menopause, she replied, “Can I just check those diplomas because I just want to make sure that they are not from some med school in the Philippines.”

As members and allies of the Filipino American community, we are writing to inform know that this type of derogatory remark was discriminatory and hurtful, and such a comment was not necessary to maintain any humor in the show. Additionally, a statement that devalues Filipinos in healthcare is extremely unfounded, considering the overwhelming presence of Filipinos and Filipino Americans in the medical field. Filipinos are the second largest immigrant population in the United States, with many entering the U.S. (and successfully passing their U.S. licensing boards!) as doctors, nurses, and medical technicians. In fact, the Philippines produces more U.S. nurses than any other country in the world. So, to belittle the education, experience, or value of Filipino Americans in health care is extremely disrespectful and plain and simply ignorant. Many of the hospitals in major metropolitan areas of the U.S. (and the world) would not be able to operate without its Filipino and Filipino American staff members.

As Filipino Americans and allies, we band together to ensure that this type of hateful message should not be allowed to continue on our television and radio airwaves. Given the recent amounts of media attention that has been given to Michael Richards (against African Americans), Isaiah Washington (against gays), and Rosie O’Donnell (against Asian/ Chinese Americans), it is ridiculous that this type of hateful speech made it through various screenwriters, the show’s producers, the show’s actors, and ABC itself.

We demand a public apology to the Filipino American community, and we demand the episode be edited to remove the ignorant and racist remark. We will not allow hateful messages against our community (or any other oppressed community) to continue.


The Undersigned

Does anyone remember that dictionary that said:

“Filipina (n) Domestic Helper”

Sigh. Bigotry abound.

Wasted Lives…

October 2nd, 2007 by javajive:hellokitty.com

I’ve neglected this blog, haven’t I? Nearly two months without an update…  O_o Sorry for that, by the way. But sadly, between family stuff and job hunting, life’s taken a turn for the “Extremely Boring”. *sigh* In any case… on to the real content.


General Glossary:

Achi - eldest sister

Dichi - second older sister

Sachi - third older sister

Ahia - first older brother (Dihia for second, Sahia for third)

Shobe - little sister

Shoti - little brother


As you may have noticed or not, I prefer writing happy blogs. And on the rare occasion that I do write about something serious, I make an effort to do it in a light way. I’ve found that people set aside more time and effort to read light and happy things, so writing that way is best way to make them understand. 

But even I believe that there are some things that are just impossible to write about without an air of sadness.


A bit of background - I came from a high school (all girls) where nearly everyone knew each other one way or other. Sure, there were roughly a thousand students… but the community’s still pretty inter-connected (well, by a lot of people’s standards). Perhaps because we were all basically from the same Filipino-Chinese community. Usually, all the girls of a family’d go to our school, and so it isn’t surprising to find out that your Mom was best friends with your worst enemy’s aunt, or that your Achi used to be chums with your best friend’s Dichi and stuff like that.


Well, just a little over an hour ago, Achi called me. She was extremely distraught. “Katherine died.” she said. “Katherine got shot.”

As you can very well imagine, I got pretty confused. “What?” I asked. I actually thought she may have drunk a little. I mean, she just called out of the blue and told me someone had died. And Katherine… well. I knew a bloody lot of Katherines.

“Katherine Palmero. She got shot.” My sister, for all her lawyer-ly long windedness, couldn’t say much else.

“Who?” I asked. The surname was familiar. And the trend of chinese parents giving their kids uniform initials didn’t help the pit forming in my gut.

“Katherine Palmero. We were friends. She was one of the high school friends I kept in touch with. Klar’s sister. Patty’s cousin…”

And that was it. The pit just sort of grew. I knew Klar, I knew Patty. We weren’t quite friends, but we were closer than mere acquaintances. And I’ve met this person, once or twice. “Bloody…”

“She got shot. Just earlier today. Traffic altercation. She got shot.” And no matter how much she tried to hide it, I could hear my sister want to cry.

“We’re trying to find out who exactly did it. He’s going to get away, I can feel it. Son of a Sandigang Bayan Justice. He’s going to get away because of his parent’s connections. Hell, he doesn’t deserve to. Katherine… she wasn’t even sick… and now… I mean, because of a stupid traffic altercation?”

And there it was. Shock was giving way to tears. “Sorry. I just needed to let it out, you know?”

“Yeah. You going to the wake?”

“Yeah. But no details yet.”

And then the line died.


Now, most of you may think that I’ve dramatised things too much. But the truth is I’m calling that conversation as we had it. To be honest, I’ve never cared much for deaths. Everyone dies, after all. And so when people tell me this and that died, I feel a brief pang of guilt - because I should care more, shouldn’t I? My friend’s aneurism at 16, random accidents here and there claiming friends of friends’ lives… Distant relatives kicking the bucket and family friends sending news of a loss… All sudden losses… but they never really affected me much. Everyone dies, after all.

But this is different. This one didn’t die of an accident. Didn’t die of a sickness. She was shot by a man who will probably get away with it. Katherine was 28. Older than my dead friend, older than the string of deaths from the neighbouring boy’s school. But it was a conscious decision on the part of another human being to kill her.

Accidents happen. Sicknesses happen. There are a lot of what-ifs involved in them, but in the end, you still can’t be sure if they could have been avoided. But killing… you know it could’ve been prevented.

And the worst thing about it? The culprit will probably get away. There are no perfect justice systems, after all. Sandigang Bayan is basically second to the Supreme Court. I’ve tried searching for news online about the death (it was reported in the ABS-CBN 6:40pm news, I’ve heard), but to no avail.

I also heard the culrit’s name wasn’t mentioned, even if the authorities know who it is. Why? Sad to say, it’s probably to cover things up. It happened last year too. A rich tycoon’s son shot himself and the girl he was on a date with - everyone knew who it was, but the official archives erased his name.

It wasn’t even a good reason. The guy killed her because of a traffic altercation. They didn’t even bump each other. They almost hit each other, but they managed to avoid it. But it appears it was the SB child’s stupidity that nearly caused it, so Katherine’s companion got off and started yelling at the guy. “We could’ve all died! We could’ve all killed a couple of people!”. And as the guy rudely started moving forward, the companion kicked the car, and then — that was it. They were both shot.

I have no idea who the companion is, otherwise I’d mention him/her too.

I admit that it’s annoying to almost bump into a car and then get yelled at by the other car’s passenger… but why kill them? Are their lives really that useless? And even if they were, what right does one have to judge them as such? Or maybe it was done in the guy’s perverse confidence that he could and would get away with it. Perhaps he gets a thrill from the display of power killing without repercussion can give.

… Either way, it really shows how strange we are. Loving our cars more than the lives of others, losing our sense because of a few heated words.

I hope he doesn’t get away. He doesn’t deserve to. But then, a lot of people get what they don’t deserve.


In the end, all we can do is hope.


R.I.P. Katherine Palmero. And whoever her comanion may have been. I promise to update the name as soon as I find out.

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