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iscariotmilf · 1 month
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Gerona, Tarlac - Philippines | 3/18/24
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catdotjpeg · 11 months
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Families, friends and human rights groups hold a picket at the Northern Luzon Command headquarters in Tarlac to call on the military to surface UP Baguio alumni Dexter Capuyan and Gene "Bazoo" De Jesus, and to cease attacks against activists. 
Peasant and human rights groups from Central Luzon joined the protest to also demand from the military to surface Ma. Elena Pampoza and Elgene Mungcal, who were last seen in Moncada, Tarlac in July 2022.
Dittz De Jesus, Bazoo's mom, and Elie Capuyan, Dexter's younger brother, urged the military to allow them to enter the camp and look for their kin. Earlier today, they asked to enter with their lawyer and give a letter to NolCom's commanding officer but was refused entry. NOLCOM oversees the military operations in the Ilocos, Cordillera, Cagayan Valley, and Central Luzon regions.
Capuyan, a Bontoc-Ibaloy-Kankanaey, is accused by the police and military of being a ranking member of the [New People’s Army] in the Ilocos and Cordillera with an P1.85 million bounty for his capture. De Jesus, is the information and networking officer of the Philippine Task Force for Indigenous Peoples. Both were former UP Baguio student leaders, Capuyan in the 1980s and De Jesus from 2015-2016.
-- Sherwin De Vera for Rappler, 6 Jun 2023.
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thedalatribune · 1 year
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Monsoon
The air is wet, soaks Into mattresses, and curls In apparitions of smoke. Like fat white slugs furled Among the timber, Or sliver fish tunneling The damp linen covers Of schoolbooks, or walking Quietly like centipedes, The air walking everywhere On its hundred feet Is filled with the glare Of tropical water
Again we are taken over By clouds and rolling darkness. Small snails appear Clashing their timid horns Among the morning glory Vines.
Drinking milo, Nyonya and baba sit at home. This was forty years ago. Sarong-wrapped they counted Silver paper for the dead, Portraits of grandfathers Hung always in the parlour.  
Reading Tennyson, at six p.m. in pajamas, Listening to down-pouring rain; the air ticks With gnats, black spiders fly, Moths sweep out of our rooms Where termites built Their hills of eggs and queens zoom In heat. We wash our feet For bed, watch mother uncoil Her snake hair, unbuckle The silver mesh around her waist, Waiting for father pacing The sands as fishers pull From the Straits after monsoon.
The air is still, silent Like sleepers rocked in the pantun, Sheltered by Malacca This was forty years ago, When nyonya married baba.
Shirley Geok-lin Lim Monsoon History
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cargirlsbelike · 2 months
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robpinzon · 2 months
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Witness a Spectacle in the Skies: The Philippine International Hot Air Balloon Fiesta Takes Flight Again!
The skies above the Philippines came alive with vibrant colors and awe-inspiring displays as the Philippine International Hot Air Balloon Fiesta (PIHABF) returned for its grand comeback February 16-18, 2024. Held at its new location in New Clark City, Capas, Tarlac, the event, known as “A Weekend of Everything that Flies,” offered a thrilling experience for families, friends, and aviation…
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rhk111sblog · 3 months
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Defense Sec. Teodoro tells Widodo that their Defense Equipment has been Satisfactory
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Indonesian President Joko Widodo during his recent State Visit to the Philippines met with Defense Secretary Gibo Teodoro who told him that the Indonesian Defense Equipment the Philippines bought has been "Satisfactory" so far.
Here is his exact Statement: "The Philippine Defense Secretary told me that Indonesian Defense Equipment was Trustworthy and Satisfactory. For instance, PTDI’s Light Aircraft and PAL’s Warships". The Philippines has acquired two Tarlac-class Landing Docks (LD) and two NC-212i Light Transport Aircraft, and is acquiring two more LDs and six more NC-212i Aircraft.
Here is the Link to the Article at the Jakarta Globe Website: https://jakartaglobe.id/news/philippines-happy-with-indonesian-warships-aircraft-jokowi
SOURCE: Philippines Happy with Indonesian Warships, Aircraft: Jokowi {Archived Link}
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kapampangan-traveller · 4 months
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New Clark City Set To Paint The Skies With The 24th Philippine International Hot Air Balloon Fiesta
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conandaily2022 · 10 months
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Tarlac's Francine Reyes is Miss Eco Teen Philippines 2023
Francine Fatima Tiongco Reyes, 19, of Tarlac, Philippines has been crowned Miss Eco Teen Philippines 2023. She was one of the 30 Miss Grand Philippines 2023 candidates. Francine Fatima Tiongco Reyes (©Conan Altatis)
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ralphmara · 1 year
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Pylon ⚡️ #pylon #architecture #sky #shotoniphone #Philippines #Tarlac https://www.instagram.com/p/CnLkfLsvjd9/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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whereiwander · 2 years
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LAKE PINATUBO, ZAMBALES, PAMPANGA, TARLAC, PHILIPPINES (March 25, 2017) One of my many travel highlights of 2017 was a trek to Lake Pinatubo, the summit crater lake formed after the eruption of Mount Pinatubo on June 15, 1991. Heck, it was close to six hours of hiking through various terrains. My calves, thighs, and lower back got a beating, but I was with some of my closest buddies from Bukas Palad, so none of that pain even mattered. The trek began with all of us in 4-wheel drives navigating through ash and lahar. But after a drop off point, we had only our walking sticks to help us through the rest of the journey. There were rocky trails, grassy knolls, sharp inclines, and friendly Aetas along the way. And some rest areas too where hikers could rehydrate or sit for a minute or two. The last hour was the most difficult with the path getting increasingly steeper and our panting more pronounced. The view from the peak, however, was worth all the trouble. Then we realized we would have to hike down the same way we came. And it began to rain.
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herpsandbirds · 5 months
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Siberian Rubythroat (Calliope calliope), family Muscicapidae, order Passeriformes, Tarlac, Philippines
photograph by https://www.vinzpascua.com/
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ask-emilz-de-philz · 17 days
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TODAY IS APRIL 9 (ARAW NG KAGITINGAN) / DAY OF VALOR
......also known as Bataan Day or Bataan and Corregidor Day, is a national observance in the Philippines which commemorates the fall of Bataan during World War II.
At dawn on 9 April 1942, against the orders of Generals Douglas MacArthur and Jonathan Wainwright, the commander of the Luzon Force, Bataan, Major General Edward P. King, Jr., surrendered more than 76,000 starving and disease-ridden soldiers (67,000 Filipinos, 1,000 Chinese Filipinos, and 11,796 Americans) to Japanese troops.
The majority of these prisoners of war had their belongings confiscated before being forced to endure the infamous 140-kilometre (87 mi) Bataan Death March to Camp O'Donnell in Capas, Tarlac. En route, thousands died from dehydration, heat prostration, untreated wounds, and wanton execution while walking in deep dust over vehicle-broken Macadam roads, and crammed into rail cars for transport to captivity.
The few who were lucky enough to travel by truck to San Fernando, Pampanga would still have to endure more than an additional 25 miles (40 km) of marching. Prisoners were beaten randomly and often denied promised food and water. Those who fell behind were usually executed or left to die, with the sides of the roads becoming littered with dead bodies and those moaning for help.
Only some 54,000 of the 76,000 prisoners reached their destination; the exact death toll is difficult to assess because thousands of captives were able to escape from their guards. Approximately 5,000-10,000 Filipino and 600-650 American prisoners-of-war died before they could reach Camp O'Donnell."
SOURCE: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bataan_Day
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thedalatribune · 1 year
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Diminishing Fields
11 September 2019 Entry:
Our household survey in Moncada was a bit exhausting. We did a lot of walking because the space between houses there are measured in rice fields. Haha… Anyway, I did enjoy walking through these rice fields. Although, I did feel a little sad too. I have this feeling that the next time I visit Moncada these rice fields would have already been converted to [insert a Filipino Politician’s Family Name here] Subdivisions.
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highpriestessarchives · 2 months
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Expectations: In Which Diverse Stories Have Extra Criteria
CW: mentions of racism, brutality, colonization, more of a vent post than anything informative
As much as I don’t like it, I feel as though the best way to start this off is to provide context on my own background. I’ll get to why I don’t like it in a moment, so bear with me. I’m a first generation born Filipino American. My parents are from Tarlac (and a DNA test shows that we also have lineage traced back to Northern and Western Philippines as well some Central & Eastern and Southern China), and they raised us in a semi-traditional Filipino fashion. They didn’t teach us the language in fear of us being made fun of by other Americans, but we did grow up eating the food, respecting our elders, and practicing Filipino Catholic traditions that my parents grew up with in their homeland.
Needless to say, the remarks that followed me into my adult life have pulled my resonance with my heritage in every which way. To other Filipinos and other Asians, I looked part white, and they would ask for pictures of my parents for “proof” that I wasn’t. True story: I remember one of my college friends grabbing my phone and showing her friends in an “I told you so” manner, as if my race was some mystery for them to crack. It wasn’t. I fully told them from the start that I’m Filipino. My Titas would tell me that I looked “mestiza,” and how many young girls in the Philippines would want to look the way I do, and I didn’t know how to explain to them that I started hating how pale I am because of how other Asians would assume my race because of it.
At the same time, my non-Asian counterparts (yes, majority of the people who made these comments were white) would assume that I was some hodge-podge of all Asian cultures. I remember my high school teacher showing us a Vietnamese medicine commercial (this was a class on medical malpractice, and, if I remember correctly, she wanted to show us how medicine is advertised internationally), and she walked into class saying, “The only one who might understand this clip is Rory.” She’d used my deadname at the time, but you get the idea. Jaw-dropped, I had to say, “I don’t speak Vietnamese. I’m not Vietnamese.”
I know, what does this have to do with writing? We’ll get there; don’t worry.
Around 2018, the term “decolonization” entered my realm of awareness. I would see other children of immigrants from all over the world dive into their heritage and continue their ancestors’ practices. Thinking that this would be a genuine way to connect with my roots (I had, and still have, a complicated relationship with the Catholic Church, so I was excited to hear about other Filipino faiths), I began doing my research. At the time, I had a sizable following on TikTok, and I would post entertainment-only sort of videos regarding my spirituality and craft, and I even had to put out a video explaining why I didn’t go into more detail with the Filipino aspects of it. I wasn’t as learned with it as I am now, and I was afraid of the criticism and backlash others would have towards it. In hindsight, I really shouldn’t have given a sh*t, but the internet, as we all know, is cruel.
See, I use my writing as a way to connect with myself and other people, mainly. Yes, I have a story to tell, but a majority of my purpose is to discover and process my own emotions and findings. I use what I observed in society and how I grew up as well as what I learned from my own research. I won’t go into detail of the racism Asian Americans face nor the brutality we have endured over the years; frankly, if you are not already aware of it, Google is free.
Still, my work seemed to be followed by one main criticism: this isn’t yours to tell.
There were a myriad of reasons behind it. I wasn’t born in the Philippines, I’m white-passing, I wasn’t raised with anitismo, other marginalized groups have it “exponentially” worse, etc. I’d be lying if I said this didn’t affect my writing. I froze. I grappled with what I was “allowed” to tell based on all of these criteria. I’d pull up article after article of what I learned in hopes to justify the reasons for including certain aspects in my work; but because of my own upbringing, it never seemed to be enough. What’s worse, a portion of these criticisms completely dismissed the aspects of racism that Asian Americans have spoken up about time and time again (once again, because other’s have it worse or because there just wasn’t enough awareness about it for it to be “valid.”)
Imagine that. We read of thousands of iterations of medieval fantasies from white authors, thousands of European fae romances, thousands of Greek mythological retellings, and treat it as the default. There is no question of whether the author is Greek or Gaelic enough or if their ancestors played a huge role during the medieval era. Hell, my first published work was based on Greek and Celtic mythology, and no one talked about my race then, whether it was about how white I look or how I'm not white at all.
But gods help us if a minority doesn’t fit the ultimate minority model while telling their stories. To be honest, this was why I started disliking the need to talk about my background; it has begun to feel as though it is more to provide credentials rather than to satiate genuine curiosity from other people.
Yes, I do recognize that I wasn’t born in the Philippines and that I was raised Catholic, but I’ve come to terms with how I feel like that is okay.
First of all, if we want to hear from more diverse writers, we cannot keep projecting this “model minority” expectation towards them. Otherwise, it will discourage other diaspora writers, such as myself, from connecting and relaying their heritage in fear of not being “[insert marginalized group here] enough,” whatever that even means at this point.
Secondly, our history is full of movement, whether it was by our own will, such as my parents’ decision to come to America, or if it was forced upon us by our oppressors. As such, those raised outside of their homeland only further enriches our culture, not dilutes it.
To filter the perspectives of or to project your own biases towards diaspora writers is to promote the narratives of the colonizers. We are valid, and our stories should be, too.
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portraitsofsaints · 1 year
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Saint Antoninus of Florence 1389-1459 Feast Day: May 2 Patronage: Moncalio, Turin, Italy, University of Santo Tomas Graduate School, Malia, Philippines, Pura Tarlac, Philippines, St. Antoninus Parish
Saint Antoninus was born to a noble family in Florence. He was a pious youth and a good friend of St. Dominic. At the young age of 16 he became a Dominican. Eventually he became the prior of St. Marks and reluctantly, Bishop of Florence. In this capacity, he was a reformer, theologian, confessor, and spiritual director and established a lay society known as “Good Men of St. Martin” which gave assistance to the poor. He died among his Dominican brothers on the feast of the Ascension.
Prints, plaques & holy cards available for purchase here: (website)
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tanksandbeyond · 5 months
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A Cadillac Gage Commando (left) and LAV-300 from the Philippine Marine Corps prior to a dry-fire rehearsal as part of Exercise Balikatan at Colonel Ernesto Ravina Air Base, Tarlac, Philippines, May 12th, 2018.
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