Happy New Year!
I have long been thinking of sharing many stories and photographs of and from my hometown, Lazi, in Siquijor, but never knew how. I have started creating separate blogs (all set to public so it would be easy for me to erase) but I am too lazy to maintain more than one blog. I can barely keep this blog up to date, how much more another blog. A few days ago, while singing Journey’s Don’t Stop Believin’, a great idea occurred to me. Why not start a new series here? So, this would be the first of the series, hopefully many more to come.
Continue reading “Small Town Girl Diaries, Pt. 1”
Nov. 25 is designated by the United Nations General Assembly as the International Day for the Elimination of Violence Against Women. Despite being one of the most liberated countries in the world, the Philippines continues to be a double-standard society, where certain acts of men are accepted and tolerated, while the same acts of women are frowned upon. My only solution to the complete elimination of violence (physical, sexual, mental and economic) against women is empowerment and the only tool I know that could lead to empowerment is education. Continue reading “OUTFIT | Double Standards”
In a town populated by a little more than 20,000 souls, my hometown, Lazi, is indeed very small. It is also located in an equally small island that is just lucky to be surrounded by bigger and more economically-progressive neighbors. While we are not very technologically-backward — we have electricity, mobile phone sites, and Internet connection — our electricity is crappy just like the most part of the nation. We are plagued by brownouts and blackouts that last, often, more than 3 hours a day. When these power outages occur, in order to entertain ourselves, we go out and talk. Continue reading “Small Town Conversations”
Let me tell you my Halloween story. Continue reading “Horror Halloween”
I went to public schools for 14 years, from elementary to tertiary. I am from a small island in the Philippines named Siquijor, and I live in one of its town, called Lazi. I went to the public elementary school there. There was no private elementary school at that time. And even if there was, the education I got from my public elementary school was probably at par with, or even better than, the education I would have received in a private school there. My former teachers were dedicated school teachers and experts in their fields. The elementary school is located just across my grandparents’ house where I lived most of the time.
Continue reading “Lazi Central School”