Wasp Wannabe

Stieg Larsson’s Millenium novels; when I saw his latest novel I didn’t think twice on buying it!
Rooney Mara as Lisbeth Salander (English version) Photo source: bing.com

With her dyed jet black hair, her smoky-black eyeliner laden eyes, her pale skin and skinny as hell body every one can mistake her as a school rat, a rebel without a cause, a girl who knows nothing but to do drugs and have sex. BUT if you look closely at her striking eyes you will feel that that this girl has an in-depth, unconventional understanding of our fucked-up society. I am talking about Lisbeth Salander, the antihero, feminist protagonist of Stieg Larsson’s four Millennium novels.


She is my ideal female protagonist because she is not a damsel in distress nor a sucked-up lady obsessed with female-ish stuff (Pink, unicorns and all), she is not dependent on any man (or woman) and she is one smart and highly-skilled woman. She has astounding hacking skills and she is known in the hacking world as The Wasp. She has an exceptional talent in keeping her identity a secret, she has a photographic memory (which I wished I also have), she fights for women and children who were abused by the male-driven society, and she has the allure to make both men and women awkwardly attracted to her.

Photo source: bing.com

The first time I read the book, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo the first time I read about The Wasp and the first time imagined Lisbeth’s appearance I slowly got hooked into her mysterious personality. I was slowly mesmerized by her dark charisma, I was slowly enthralled by her enigmatic intelligence.

She did have a dark and troubled childhood but her experiences did not detracted her from being sane and pursuing justice for her and for the people victimized by villainous corporations and soulless people. She fought for justice in her own ways, she fought in ways she thinks will do more harm to these abusive, exploitative “superpowers.”

I always imagined myself to have super skills in hacking just like hers. Imagine having access to all those information, imagine having that kind of power at the tip of your hands. With a simple gadget  such as a laptop, reliable internet connection, your wit, and your fearlessness to discover the unknown and readiness to reveal those dirty secrets being kept by selfish conglomerates and individuals around the world you can actually fight these villains. Lisbeth Salander proved to me that you do not need superhuman strength and you do not need to be a product of some scientific research or experiment to be a hero. I know every realistic person knows this but what made Lisbeth more appealing to me is the fact that her character perfectly fits in our world today. With the globalisation process at its all time high, the exploding information dump in the internet, and the rampant hackings of government websites it is not impossible to actually think that a certain Lisbeth Salander is out there working her arse off to expose dirty politics and businesses.

Even though she has access to the world’s sensitive and crucial information she never reveals any of it WITHOUT a justifiable and strong reason. Maybe that’s it, the another thing that made me adore Lisbeth Salander a.k.a The Wasp is that she does not solely fight for the gospel truth. She is ready to bend the social norms if needed to fight the injustices of our system.  

The Wasp Photo source: bing.com

Cultural Chaos


Some of my Filipiniana-published book collection

If I were the President of the Republic of the Philippines, or at the least a first-degree family member or a close friend/ally of the President two of the priority issues that I will raise are the Filipinos’ ignorance to history and our cultural deformity.

I believe that these two issues are intertwined to each other, for what ever happened in the past will eventually be a part of a country’s story thus it will then be embedded on the country’s culture. In my own perspective a country’s culture is a reflection of its inhabitants’ intellectual achievements and their intellectual achievements can be defined by their experiences. By indoctrination of OUR history and culture my fellow Filipinos will have a firsthand insight of the malign that started the consciousness of our revolutionaries which paved the way for our freedom. Maybe, hopefully, or most probably, through education the present and future Filipinos will dearly hold our country’s welfare.

I have been so frustrated since I heard and read about other countries’ archaeological explorations and discoveries. I am always in awe every time I read from National Geographic, Discovery News, History Channel news and other reliable sites that there has been another new finds about their ancestors, be it from every day household materials to a system of roads or forgotten-buried cities OR bones of historical figures whose remains whom experts believed have been lost in time. I envy their people because through those discoveries it can unconsciously affect their pride and dignity for being who they are.

Until now I am wondering where the hell are our own artifacts? Are we really that apathetic to our ancestors and history that we really do not care to search, explore our 7,100 islands for such things? Or are we really that greed that we sell every gold or some thing that has value to foreigners? Or is our government, for the longest time, so calloused to us, to the people’s rants that they no longer care to educate and instill to the youth the richness of our country’s history? For sure even a country like ours we also have those valuable discoveries waiting to be explored.

I will fight for the budget to support explorations within the country. I will search for homegrown historians, experts, and professionals to lead several expeditions, And if needed, I might also hire foreign people to be a part of the different teams that will help me ignite the passion of Filipinos to learn and take into heart our country’s history and culture.

In the scattered islands of the Philippines it is hundred and one percent impossible that, if such explorations take place, the teams will not discover some thing or things that will change how we, local or foreign, look at the Philippines’ story.


So before I count thousands of sheep in my head I came across The Daily Post’s Photo Challenge. This week’s photo challenge: EARTH and this instantly woke up my brainwaves.

Ever since I watched the Disney adaptation of Pocahontas and the movie Ferngully The Last Rainforest, I learned that our beloved Earth indeed speaks to us through the rocks, clouds, river, and other materials that lie around us, sprouting from the navel of our Mother Earth. Well this might sound too melodramatic or too “hippy” but since I found out all about these I became more sensitive to the pain and happiness of Earth. I was able to appreciate more the beauty and the majestic sights Earth has given and continues to give.

Do you remember or have you heard the lyrics of Colours of the Wind, it was the official movie theme song of Disney’s Pocahontas? Well if not, there is a line there that basically sums up what I think we all should always keep in mind, “But I know every rock and tree and creature has a life, has a spirit, has a name,” If we all think that every thing around us has life, can understand us then maybe, just maybe our minute conscience inside our brain will learn to respect and care for OUR EARTH.

As a tribute to this fantastic planet we live in, here are some photos that I took during my travels in the Philippines and other countries:


IMG_2959IMG_2966IMG_2969IMG_2980IMG_2981IMG_2982IMG_2983IMG_2984IMG_2990IMG_2992IMG_2996IMG_2997IMG_2999IMG_3002IMG_3005IMG_2370IMG_2344PS: If you are interested to borrow some of the photos, please feel free to send me a message. Salamat!

Humanitarian Ar+

In his instantly recognizable, grandly sweeping style, eL Seed has painted Arabic calligraffiti murals everywhere from Tunisia to Paris. Recently, he created his most ambitious project yet: a mural that spans 50 buildings that can only be fully seen from a nearby mountain. eL Seed pursued this self-funded project as a way to make a political point,…

via The wonder and humanity of a mural that spans 50 buildings — ideas.ted.com

As part of my first few steps to going back to blogging I made myself a promise that every morning right after my morning rituals I will try to read certain blogs and/or read a few pages from the book I am currently reading. So I started this promise today, I browsed the Discover section of WordPress and that led me to the post above.

At first, I thought the gigantic wall murals were computerized but when I took a closer look it was hand-painted by  a certain artist named eL Seed. What caught my attention here was the wall mural, of course. His wall mural is not just art rather it is a reflection of the inhabitants of the area. The mural is the interpretation of a quotation eL Seed personally chose for the locals, which I must say is impressive because it shows that he spent time and effort to personally know his subject/s. He did not paint the murals just for the sake of publicity and art. He did it for humanity.

Now, living in a chaotic, urban jungle like Manila has stirred up my limited knowledge on urban planning and art. I traverse the 23.8-kilometer EDSA almost every day and the gray, vandalized and polluted walls that I see make my face twitch. Well mentally speaking those walls almost make me vomit inside my mouth. Those walls did not ease the stress that the commuters have, it seems those walls add more to the everyday stress of those poor commuters. Yes, there are certain parts where the walls were painted with Filipino-inspired art murals, and it was a good start but there was no continuity, the project just stopped, and the maintenance clearly sucks. The once colourful wall murals are now fading because of pollution. The murals are starting to turn Gray and starting to look like vandals.

I believe that a part of the government’s responsibility to provide effective and efficient roads and mass transportation is to provide a surrounding where people can harmoniously interconnect with each other and with their selves, and one way to promote such things is for the government to build commuter-friendly roads. As a start the government can paint colourful wall murals, these wall murals will also symbolise the Philippine culture. It will also tell the story of how we, the Filipinos, came to be. It will be like hitting two birds with one stone. Commuters will have a glimpse or a refresher of Philippine history and culture and at the same time they will have a breather from all the stress they have from work, from their home etc.

Oh for heaven’s sake I pray that the Metropolitan Manila Development Authority (MMDA), the government arm mainly responsible for the beautification and development of EDSA, will stop wasting time and budget by hiring pitiful painters. I hope that with the start of a new government MMDA together with local government units will actually cooperate and change the 23.8-kilometer gruesome stretch of EDSA into a commuters’ paradise.

Ground Control to Major Tom

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Inspirations to get me thru this “overhaul”

After 2-3 years hiatus I finally decided to go back to the thing that helped me get through some major changes in my life. I decided do go back to writing, reading and to listening to music. These three things may sound too “mainstream,” too common but these three things made me realize a thing or two about human’s fragility to love and collectively, about life. It dawned upon me that for me to find myself again and to be inspired I need, I have to go back to these three essential things.

I felt I lost the motivation to live and to laugh. Oh no, I did not think about taking my own life. I just felt I lost the reason to live, that’s all. I no longer felt that urge that fuelled up my emotions so I can compose poems, essays and even short stories. Before, I can compose such write-ups without any hang-ups. I can even make a story out of a lifeless, formless tin can but lately even the most vibrant of sceneries can not make me write even a short poem. I tried but it didn’t feel quite right. I felt something was missing. I felt that what I wrote was a fabrication of something else. It was like someone else wrote it.

Yes, a fabrication. See? It was a fabrication, a reflection of what was or, maybe, still going on inside my mind. I want to go back to my old self when I can just stare into nothingness, listen to independent music and just write down all my emotions and every thing that I see  on a paper without doubting my inner self.

So I hope this first entry will be the start of a new and better journey.

P.S. I am truly excited to do this again!