DYIPNI: NOON, NGAYON, AT MAGPAKAILANMAN
DYIPNI: NOON, NGAYON, AT MAGPAKAILANMAN
by Miko D. Santos
Ang papel na ito ay tumatalakay sa iba’t-ibang konsepto kaugnay sa mga dyipni sa Pilipinas at mga bagay-bagay na may kaugnayan dito tulad ng tsuper at iba pang mga tao, bagay, at kaugalian. Ito ay batay sa aking sariling pag-oobserba at pagkakaunawa, bagama’t ang ilan ay batay sa mga librong aking sinipi.
Ang paraan o metodolohiya na aking ginamit sa aking pagsulat ng papel na ito ay “narration” at nasa kronohikal na ayos mula sa pagkakadala ng mga Amerikanong sundalo ng dyip sa Pilipinas hanggang sa kasalukuyan at ang posibleng hinaharap nito. Gayunpaman, hindi sakop ng papel na ito ang dyipni at iba pang uri ng mga sasakyan sa ibang mga bansa; bagama’t mayroong ilang mga bansang gumagamit din ng dyipni bilang transportasyon.
Chiswisang Baklush en Leksh Edades de Impormasyones
Miko Domingo Santos
MP 10 – TFV1
UP Diliman
Unang Semestre, ‘07-‘08
mikodsantos@yahoo.com
Chiswisang Baklush en Leksh Edades de Impormasyones:
Ang Gay Lingo sa Panahon ng Impormasyon
ni Miko D. Santos
Panimula
Hindi lihim sa atin ang malalaking mga pagbabago sa wikang ginagamit nating mga Pilipino sa ating panahon ngayon—ang Panahon ng Impormasyon. Ang papel na ito ay tatalakay sa dalawang magkaugnay na konsepto, ang Panahon ng Impormasyon at ang yumayabong na wika ng mga bading, ang sward language o gay lingo, lahat ay sa konteksto ng Pilipinas. Sa ilang pahinang papel na ito, susubukan kong himayin ang mga pinagmulan, kasaysayan, mga dahilan, mga teorya (personal at reperensyal), at ang kasalukuyang gamit at epekto sa mga Pilipino ng dalawang bagay na ito, lalo na ang kanilang kaugnayan sa isa’t-isa.
A Young Doubter’s Simple Theological Perspective Examined Philosophically
A Young Doubter’s Simple Theological Perspective Examined Philosophically
Now, I am expectantly staring at this blank paper, as if wishing my pen would act on its own to do the job for me; however, the paper just stares back at me blankly. This time, I will meditate through exercising my thinking, doubting, and analyzing skills up to their limitations. I will exert full efforts in attempting Rene Descartes1’ concept of doubting and philosophizing, and then I’ll endeavor to resolve the doubts and questions that had arisen. I will try to doubt every prejudice and preconceived belief I have in mind, leaving no trace of bias and impartiality behind. Honestly, a beginning “doubter”, I found most if not all of the Philo 10 readings quite confusing and to which I am totally unfamiliar to.
I grew up always being told and reminded by my elders of what is good and what is otherwise, of what act is right in God’s eyes and what is not. Since childhood, I have been attending worship services religiously that I could even count my absences in my fingers. One was when I was diagnosed of having an acute tonsillitis-pharyngitis, one when my grandfather died, one when Mama passed away, one when my youngest a-week-old sibling died, and the rest I have forgotten, an early sign of Alzheimer’s, as noticed by my Philo 10 professor. When I came to high school, I studied at a ministerial academy exclusive to our religion. Although the usual secondary education subjects are also taught to us, there are additional subjects like the ministerial lessons and a foreign language elective (which will be useful to us if we continue to college if ever we would be destined abroad after). However, I ended up here in UP. But I don’t have any feeling of regret, though I wonder if I feel the same way upon taking up Philo 10. Yet there’s no doubt that this subject helped broaden my critical thinking skills and stimulated my mind to be “freer” than ever before.
Tuklasin ang Rodriguez: Ang Tagong Yaman ng Rizal
Miko Domingo Santos Class # 26
MP 10 – TFV1
UP Diliman
Unang Semestre, ‘07-‘08
#0915-7818273
Tuklasin ang Rodriguez: Ang Tagong Yaman ng Rizal
ni Miko D. Santos
Ligaya Tiamson Rubin
Guro
Mahigit sa tatlong daang kilometro kuwadradong sukat ng lupa ang nagtatanyag sa bayan ng Rodriguez bilang pinakamalaking bayan sa buong probinsya ng Rizal. Kilala rin ito sa dati nitong pangalan na Montalban, na hinango mula sa salitang Kastila na “montes” o mga bundok; dahil na rin sa heyograpikal na kalagayan ng bayan, malapit sa dalisdis ng bulubundukin ng Sierra Madre. Ang Rodriguez ay kabilang sa rehiyon ng CALABARZON at nasa dulong hilaga at ikalawang distrito ng Rizal. Binubuo ito ng labing-isang mga barangay (Balite, Burgos, Geronimo, Macabud, Manggahan, Mascap, Puray, Rosario, San Isidro, San Jose, at San Rafael), lima ang urban at anim ang maituturing na rural. Ayon sa Sensus noong taong 2000, mahigit sa sandaang libo katao ang naninirahan dito. Sa ibang salita, kulang kulang dalawampu’t limang libong pamilya at sambahayan.
Ouch
I am walking along Tandang Sora Avenue when my eyes catch a glimpse of a large green road sign that reads: “Walang Tawiran: Nakamamatay†I stare at it for a moment, then a memory about this same place flashed into my mind. I smile to myself, almost giggling. I see a newly-constructed overpass where people, among which students, vendors, and street children pass by each other.
I then remember what happened to me at this same place no more than a year ago, almost as exactly as it have been…
The January sun had been shining mightily and dominantly, surrounded by the cotton-like cumulus clouds. It was apparently rush hour. People of different faces and dresses were in each and every place our eyes could land on; people were as busy as red ants unceasingly preparing food for an upcoming calamity.
“Yes, a disaster seems rapidly approaching us, approaching me,†I thought dreamily. As a matter of fact, a friend and I were standing on the length of Tandang Sora Avenue, just after our least-liked afternoon classes. We were preparing to cross the wide road before us (as there was obviously no nearby overpass or flyover yet that time), without a clue what consequences lie ahead.
Most suddenly and most unfortunately, before I knew it, my feet have brought my body across the street, without my slightest command; I could even be almost certain that it might have been an undiagnosed nervous system disorder of mine, or perhaps a push of the devil whatsoever. Whichever the case, it happened. There was a bright orange vehicle blocking my left-side field of vision, making it impossible for me to see or foresee any fast-approaching vehicle. It was also too late for my friend to grab my arm and to pull me back into the side street….
“AAAARGH!â€
