Tony Meloto and the Culture of Poverty

Hindi sa lahat ng oras, “resilient” ang mahirap. (It is not all the time the poor are resilient.)

Lift them up by education, kindness and compassion to make the “broken, hopeless and violent” rise.


News of Tony Meloto’s speech at the 40th anniversary of the Center for Philippine Studies at the University of Hawaii reached me a few days ago. It flooded social media yesterday and came with a barrage of comments from people who apparently have some kind of grievance against either Tony Meloto or Gawad Kalinga. My initial thoughts centered on the quite distasteful act done by CPS-UH. Rather than expressing its disappointment directly to Tony Meloto, the institution chose to make its disapproval viral through a memo made public on a Facebook page. In doing so, the Center for Philippine Studies seems to be inviting people, Filipinos, the world over to join its quest to publicly scorn a person – an invited guest at that.

While I question some of Tony Meloto’s ideas about social entrepreneurship – a business will never be “social” unless the poor are made partners and…

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How to play Neko Atsume

For those addicted like me. 🙂 This guide is so helpful.

I wish this day would never end

I made a FAQ for some common questions I’ve come across recently! Please let me know if you have any additional questions or if you spot any mistakes.

Updated 5.26.2015: Minor updates with some frequently asked questions and a table with items and their translated names.

Also, if anyone is interested, there will be a character book for Neko Atsume that will be released on June 12.

If you have any more questions for me, please feel free to leave a comment! I’ll do my best to help you. (Because of some comments I received, I should clarify that I’m in no way affiliated with the developer and only translated bits and pieces of the game!) Also, if you can, please take screencaps if you have a question with text or something! It’ll be easier for me to understand what you’re talking about ;w;

Related posts: Neko Atsume walkthrough

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I was alerted by WP that my somewhat neglected blog is now 2 years old. Wow. I feel very honored because my current project inspired me to drop a line.

It’s been a tumultuous two years. Yet, I am extremely grateful. Working on a research work on languages of the Philippines had been a long shot from my ramblings as a struggling college student. Still, issues are here and there.

Who would have known I would have the opportunity to visit places I never thought I would see? Meeting people and actually experiencing how they live, even for a little while? Immersing myself within my roots, and actually being proud I was born and belong to a special country?

Not the me two years ago.

Cheers to the me now and wherever it leads me.

5 Things I Would Like To Tell My Future Love

Definitely, something that I would like to say not just to my future love but to anyone who’d be a part of my life.

(Because I’m a secret incurable romantic, too… But don’t tell anyone that!) XD

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1. Go on as many adventures as possible.

I hope you’re going everywhere and doing everything. Hang out with your friends. Travel a lot. See as much of the world as possible. Try as many exotic foods as you can. Climb mountains. Join Fun Runs. Go diving and skydiving. Explore this beautiful world. I hope you’re starting to check off items on your bucket list because one day, when we’re finally together, I would like to hear all about it. One day you will share all those stories with me, and maybe we’ll try to do them together too.

2. Find yourself.

I hope you’re taking time to get to know yourself. Take time analyzing what you really want to do in life. Love yourself and be strong for yourself. Some people enjoy being needed but I what I like is to be wanted. You are your own person and…

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Washing off

Note for my non-Catholic and non-Filipino friends and readers: Today is one of the most solemn of holidays in the Philippines. It’s called Good Friday where we commemorate the Passion and death of Jesus Christ. This post will center most of my thoughts on this event and events this Holy Week. It’s a long post and I’m afraid quite personal of nature so please feel free to skip this one. These are my thoughts on the online retreat called: Pins of Light. This online retreat is made by Society of Jesus priest, Father Johnny Go. While doing this retreat, I also talked with my Kuya (Big brother in Filipino) on Maundy Thursday. It was quite liberating to be refreshingly honest for once. I did feel a bit foolish to be out that openly but hopefully Kuya didn’t mind although I can hear reprimands probably raining on me for not thinking this sooner. I am sharing the post as a reminder to self once nadagukan ako ni Kuya Jess (he had hit me on the head), it’s time to wake up.

Magpatuloy sa pagbasa

Daily Prompt: Born to Be With You

I’m going to skip days because this question reminded me of my closest friends and best friends. Warning though. TMI alert.

I have 4 girls that I am very close with. 3 of them are part of YRT (known also a Yuri Raep Tiemz– Jacjac named our group as such, or was it Joy? Well, it doesn’t really matter! Heh.) and the other is my “surrogate” mom (because she shares my mom’s birthday). I also have a very close male friend (okay, I’ll be honest– he is my best friend. Male bestie, in fact).

My YRT ladies, according to the time I met them– Joy, Jackie and Jacjac.

My surrogate mom, Lynn-nee.

My male bestie– Doc Jay.

What I love about my YRT ladies: They have different personalities but we have so much in common– love for anime, games, girl stuff (maybe not me on some extent– but they all love to doll me up. I try as much as I could to ESCAPE and I always end up in their tender mercies but I let them, anyway), sensible talks and love for life. I’ll have to describe the girls as I met them.

Joy’s the perky, fiery and gyaaru type. I fondly call her “ukechama” and she calls me bunnehchama (I originally wanted her to be called bunnehchama but the girls voted me the bunny because I ended up wearing her bunny headgear. Then again, I was not eager to be called uke). I met her when I was in college in one of our organization’s activities. Joy was one of the founding cosplayers for Sailor Moon and expressed interest to join but because she was also too far from our hanging out place (her college is located extreme north west part of the university) that she just ended up hanging around. Since I am also a Moonie, we clicked and got to fan girl about Sailor Moon. We lost in touch but she kept sending me e-mails until my work brought me near her workplace. We ended up hanging out again and this made us closer. She was also the one responsible why I met the others. ^-^v She’s our official glomper and she somewhat enjoys groping us (then again, knowing her, if she reads it, she’ll yell– “I have no shame because TRUTH!” with matching V sign). Their residence is our official YRT headquarters (pre-Avengers) but because she loves Avengers, she dubbed herself as Tony Stark and the Yuri Mansion is now called The Stark tower. She’s also responsible for official fan girling of different fandoms to which she will always triumphantly declare, “Because REASONS!” As our resident hothead, she gets into many scrapes because she always believes in fighting for what she believes. Not a bad thing but it sometimes also gets us to some friction. Regardless, I love her fiery side and even her perfectionist side, even at her worst.

Jackie is the ojousama (but she’ll kill me if she knew I said it) among us. I tease her a lot because of it and I fondly call her moechama. However, she also is the most sensible and also the most maternal. I met her when Joy introduced me when I was already working in Ortigas. I thought of her as reserved and very elegant (thus, I thought she was really an ojousama). To be honest, it took me a while to warm up with her because I was intimidated by her. It was when I had hung out more (and without Joy) with her when I got to see her sensible side and the reason why she is quite reserved to people. I learned she has empathy on people and she is quite sensitive to others (being a Crab– her birthday’s a day before my mom’s). I ended up hanging more with her after Joy moved out of Ortigas and bonded well with her. At her wedding preps, I got somewhat adopted by her family and I ended up visiting both sides of Jacinto and Villarama. I also became chums with her husband (thankfully, she has no jealous bone in her body– her husband also has none so long we return her to his side after). She’s scarily workaholic but can be utterly lazy. She’s very domesticated and our resident homebody. She was dubbed as Cap-chan by Joy (to her extreme reluctance). She loves her whiskey as much as she loves her angst. Gamer girl to the core, she influenced most of my preference on manga and even otome.

Jacjac’s the chameleon of the group. I call her fondly “kittehchama” because, like me, she loves cats. She can be sensible but she can be as crazy as Joy. I met her, again, through Joy. Unlike with Jackie, I was in awe with her because by the time I met her, she was a sort of celebrity in the cosplay world in the country. I had this mindset that she’s a snob but she quickly proved me wrong by being the sweetest girl who has a mild case of Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde syndrome. One moment she’s sweet, the next moment she’ll be trolling and lol-ing along. She’s the oldest in our group but sometimes, I felt the greatest need to protect her (I usually am quite protective of lady friends). However, she’s no shrinking flower because she’s the toughest among us and can be utterly straight out blunt when it comes to giving her thoughts and opinions. She’s a lady of contrast. She cosplays skanky but she’s very modest and conservative in thoughts. She can be potty mouth but would reprimand me if I say something horribly inappropriate. She’s our Bruce Banner right down because sometimes, she’s got anger issues. But contrary on being Hulk when mad, she becomes quite indifferent and blithely forget the issue. She loves fiercely and is loyal to the extreme, especially on those she loves dearly.

All in all, what bound us together is our love for each other. We stood by and accepted each other as much as any blood sisters would love and accept each other for what we are. All will move heaven and earth to help and protect one another. Each one experienced that kind of love and fierceness one way or the other. Since we’re talking of Avengers, 1000 brownie points to the one who can guess what Avengers character they dubbed me. I still vehemently deny it but it always becomes their greatest habit to prove that the character suits me to a T…. Ah. Oh. Oops. >_<

My surrogate mom, Lynn-nee, was introduced to me by my former teacher and now friend during a Harry Potter movie. We ended up talking about fandoms and books. Lynn-nee is more of my book buddy because she loves books more than anime fandom. She sort of adopted me and tends to spoil me overmuch but of course, I become her “willing” petto. She’s also like Jackie in so many ways– ojousama, sensible, motherly and very manipulative. Hehe. She also tends to put so much herself on the things that matter to her before her own self. She’s also the OC-type and gets into a mass of nerves when I show up like some rambunctious puppy.

Doc Jay was nicknamed Heero-kun but I never called him that (except on my phone) because it reminded me of his ex-gf I called Relena-chan. And as much as I hate to admit it, I got more bitter of their breakup than he did because of how she treated him.

Moving along, Jay and I met in our academic organization. He was an applicant and I was already a member. He experienced my nasty side when he was one of the “unlucky” applicants that I had their signature sheets crumpled. He was then became wary of me, but being wily-nily, I rebuked him for being afraid of me. Until one day, we ended up talking and finding so many things in common, we became eventually friends. And now I realized that among them, he’s my oldest friend. 10 years of friendship! What made our friendship special is that he’s one of the few people who can read my mind or my feelings in one look. There may be a lot of silence or unfinished sentences or thoughts between us but we understood each other without saying our thoughts aloud. It’s almost funny how he and I are synchronized.

All in all, what I love about them is I can be as real as I can be when I am with them. No restrictions. No pretenses. They can see right through me and will have no qualms telling me off when I get too stubborn. They love me the way I am and I love them the way they are. There’s nothing they won’t do for me and I’ll do everything and anything for them.

Daily Prompt: Papa Loves Mambo

I finally decided to revive my blog by doing some daily blog challenge.

So for today’s question: When I was growing up, my mother usually play 70s songs like Beatles and ABBA on the radio. My dad bought tapes of old singers like Frank Sinatra, Nat King Cole, Lionel Richie and I grew up belting out Dancing Queen and Chiquitita (I can imagine our neighbors wincing at my childish voice trebling over the high notes).

I can clearly remembering using my mother’s hairbrush, pretending I am Whitney Houston in front of the mirror. But in any case, I grew up appreciating music. So, not much to my surprise, I grew up to enjoy singing. Modesty aside, I got a fine set of lungs and pipes that I can sing Broadway songs with little, if not without, difficulty. My range is mezzo soprano, when I first learned I could sing. Or at least, I used to, when I have warm up. My music preferences are eclectic– I liked old songs (say around 20s or 30s), classical music, dance music and even some pop artist (well, Lady Gaga does sound fantastic, at times). My favorite singers also varies, but I favored alternative rock and classical. My parents also love to sing so I enjoyed singing, too. Unfortunately, I have tremendous stage fright. I will only sing if I really have to, or if it’s a choir song.

Don’t Wait Around For Someone Who Is Willing To Love You, Get There First

I find this really beautiful but this is also one of things I often take for granted. In my insomnia attack, it’s nice to be reminded what should be my focal point.

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Love yourself like a mother loves her newborn.

Love yourself when you’re the loneliest you’ve ever been. You might be your own worst enemy, but you can also be the closest friend you have. Make that choice.

Look at yourself naked in the mirror and realize our bodies are just vessels and we need to love them regardless of what society has taught us.

Sleep with someone because you want to and not because you want them to like you.

If you’ve had your heart broken, be the one to pick up the pieces. Prove to yourself how strong you can be. Don’t put up walls so you don’t get hurt again. Let people in. It might end in tears but you won’t know until you’ve put your heart on your sleeve.

Look at your scars and remind yourself how beautiful our flaws are, you don’t judge tigers…

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Typhoon Yolanda – How WE can help. Because crying about it certainly won’t.

Typhoon Yolanda – How WE can help. Because crying about it certainly won’t..


A friend of mine posted a good entry while I’m looking on ways how we can help those that had been affected by Typhoon Yolanda (International name: Haiyan). Thanks, lil bro for the heads up. In times like these, prayers are good but it’s so much better we do something also.

You ARE Pretty Enough To Find Love

I am often reprimanded by my best friends that I don’t prettify myself. At first, I said, if a man is interested with me, he’ll look beyond my looks and see me as a person. As I grow older, I then see the sense of being…well, beautiful. I had to admit that secretly I had the same concern. I am not pretty enough to get a partner. But instead of worrying my head about it, I thought, “Who the hell cares? I’d rather end up alone than being thought as a vain and vapid woman.”

I have to admit it’s a lonely road I’m trekking. As most of my friends are hitched or with their significant others, I will admit that there’s a secret part of me that longs to find my “mate”. As I had never had a boyfriend (I got suitors when I was younger but mostly ended in disasters), I began to wonder that either I just suck at being a woman or I really am not “attractive” enough.

Then again, these lovely women I have as friends often tell me (with force enough to drive a nail in a block of oak) that I am beautiful. Probably not in the model-type of beautiful but beautiful, all the same. I would often give them a dubious look, because well– they’re my friends.

Then again, what is beauty? It’s in the eyes of the beholder. I know that I am not pretty enough to become some beauty contest (not that I cared). But it won’t hurt, would it, to be told by a special person that you are the most beautiful person ever?

I remember a children’s story I read when I was 10. It was a Russian tale of a little girl who lost her mother while having the autumn harvest. She declared to everyone who found her that her mother’s the most beautiful woman in the world. The head townsman called all the beautiful women so the lost girl can pick her mother. Turns out, her mother’s a homely wife. The poor kid got laughed at for claiming that her mother’s the most beautiful woman but her mother’s words got me.

“We see the people we love with our heart’s eyes.”

Well, I guess that’s me being idealistic. Then again, I don’t have to strive to be as perfect as the models or celebrities. I still feel embarrassed that I get praises as effusively as I get in the office but deep inside my heart, I am glad to be appreciated the way I am.

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The other day, a girl emailed me:

“I’m worried that I’m not pretty enough to get a guy. I’m single, and want a serious relationship, but sometimes I think I can’t find one because I’m not prettier.”

I wanted to exclaim, “That’s ridiculous!” But instead I thought, Well, of course you’re worried.

When I was single, I reasoned that being hotter was always better because it would give me more options. The hotter I was, the more guys would be interested in me, and the more choice I’d have in the matter. So even if I thought I looked fine, it would’ve been better to look, well, even better. (And then there is no limit—you can always be hotter, somehow.) And when I thought that I looked significantly, depressingly less than fine, I was scared, because I felt as though I might miss out on something essential.

This is not…

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