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June 2011 Social Worker Board Exam Topnotchers, Top Performing School

The results of the June 2011 Social Worker Board Exam (a.k.a. Social Worker Licensure Exam) has been released by the Professional Regulation Commission (PRC).

According to the PRC, a total of 804 out of 1,255 examinees passed the said exam which was given by the Board for Social Workers in the cities of Manila, Baguio, Cagayan de Oro, Cebu, Davao, Iloilo, Legazpi and Zamboanga on June 21 and 22, 2011.

For the complete list of passers, please check it HERE.

Meanwhile, the PRC also made a separate list of the following exam takers who garnered the highest ratings in the exam. Here are the June 2011 Social Worker Board Exam Topnotchers:

Top 1 GLADYS FERNANDEZ DAGAMI (LEYTE NORMAL UNIVERSITY) - 87.00%

Top 2 RICHELLE HEREBIAS VERDEPRADO (UNIVERSITY OF NEGROS OCCIDENTAL-RECOLETOS) - 86.40%

Top 3 SITTIE AINA MAMANGCAO LAO (MINDANAO STATE UNIVERSITY-MARAWI CITY) - 86.30%

Top 4 JOSEPH JOHN VIDAL LUMANOG (PHILIPPINE WOMEN'S UNIVERSITY-MANILA) - 86.20%

Top 5 JULIE RUTH LOPRES MARTEJA (LEYTE NORMAL UNIVERSITY) - 85.90%

Top 6 JIREH LYN BUNAGUEN ALTIYEN (SAINT LOUIS UNIVERSITY) - 85.70%

Top 7 EMMANUEL CENTINO DREWERY (COLUMBAN COLLEGE-OLONGAPO CITY) - 85.30%

Top 8 JOSHUA SISTOZA SALURIA (PHILIPPINE CHRISTIAN UNIVERSITY-MANILA) - 85.20%

Top 9 DANILO AGUILA MACALAGAY JR (CITY COLLEGE OF MANILA) - 85.00%

Top 10 KRISTIANETTE KARYLL BACUD REMIGIO (UNIVERSITY OF THE PHILIPPINES-DILIMAN) - 84.90%

Mindanao State University - Marawi City was also been named the Top Performing School after getting the highest passing rate which is 98.80% or 42/43.

For the performance of school, please head to THIS PAGE.

Jo Ramos dies of cancer at 54

Jo Ramos (Josephine Martinez Ramos), second of five daughters of former President Fidel V. Ramos and former First Lady Amelita "Ming" Ramos, died Monday morning, succumbing to years of battle with lung cancer. She was 54.

Jo Ramos, daughter of ex-President Fidel V. Ramos, dies of cancer | Photo courtesy of Pep.ph, Summit

A musical artist and athlete, Jo Ramos is survived by her son, Sergio (17), with estranged husband 80's actor Lloyd Samartino.

During her teenage years, Jo trained under renowned piano professor Carmencita Guanzon-Arambulo, founder of the Greenhills Music Studio in Mandaluyong City. She also attended the UP College of Fine Arts and several dance and music workshops in America. She used to be a back-up singer for the Powerplay Band of Gary Valenciano and Mon Faustino, and had performed in several concerts at the Cultural Center of the Philippines.

The presidential daughter was also a known athlete, having represented the Philippines in international water-skiing competitions.

Jo Ramos' remains lie in state at La Funeraria Paz in Parañaque City, where interment will take place on July 1st (Friday) at 12 noon.

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Bitches...Hos and Tricks (Spin Magazine 1993)

Bitches...Hos and Tricks
By dream hampton

They came three days in a row. They stayed ten hours a day. They wore dreadlocks in shades of red and brown. Doobies and wraps dyed blond to black. They were mothers, daughter and sisters. They were girls and women. They came totally unannounced---no media, no rally---carrying placards and bullhorns, shouting obscenities “Dre, I will kick yo mothafuckin' ass!" The men, African vendors and b-boys alike, kept their distance, muttering their disapproval when the women weren’t looking.

Harlem’s marketplace, 125th Street, had never seen anything like it. All summer long the boys had worn their little t-shirts without receiving so much as a second glance. “Bitches ain’t shit but hos and tricks.” It is, after all, the line from the best song on the best album of a pretty slow year, Dr. Dre’s The Chronic. “Why’d the girls have to go and get all crazy?” their little faces begged. “Ain’t nobody talking bout them no way.” The confused Senegalese vendors pleaded with their wives to intervene when the women surrounded their tables, decorated exclusively with the item under fire. The African women dismissed their husbands by sucking their teeth. What were they to do? The protesters numbered more than 25. And those bullhorns would’ve drowned any reasonable request to end the whole spectacle, to go home, to let black capitalism do its thing. There was clearly no arguing with this small army.

Me? It’s been a long time since I thought about the “bitch” word. Can’t say exactly when or where it happened. But I lost it. Just up and left me. My two favorite songs this summer don’t even include this year’s nod to Black women, The Pharcyde’s “She Keeps On Passing Me By.” Instead, I pump my two song sampler, the “bitches ain’t shit” track and Onyx’s “Da Next Niguz.”

Not that the boys have converted me. It’ll take a little more than apathy to get me believing that I’m some kind of exception, that there are women out there like that, that they’re not talking about me. Still, I watch from the sidelines as the sistas pull the brothas’ card. I giggle because the men are completely paralyzed by the protest, their mouths agape. They never saw it coming.

And surely bitches are so much more than hos and tricks.

The ladies room at the Palladium was jamming. Lady Patra, underground dancehall’s newest sensation, and Yo Yo, were freestyling. The session began after the two spontaneously embraced and screamed compliments at one another. Women wandered out of their stalls and into the growing circle. Joints, not blunts, were in rotation. B-boys crammed at the bathroom’s entrance. They peaked in, but knew not to come too close. The small cipher opened up, and before we knew it, we were doing the bogle and butterfly in front of two large mirrors. We parted with hugs and kisses and promises of further networking.


And surely bitches are so much more than hos and tricks.

There are 28 of us in all. We came to New York from cities like Los Angeles and Detroit, Chicago and Atlanta. The bravest and boldest B girls from our blocks, in search of our dreams. Every other Tuesday night we gather at Crystal’s house. We discuss our latest projects, both commercial and community. We dim the lights and turn up Alice Coltrane. We empty our souls of all that was good, all that was painful, over the past 14 days. We cook for each other, we meditate with each other. We be.

And surely bitches are so much more than hos and tricks.

It was a quasi photo shoot in one of those Village lofts. Hip hop’s bad girls were being crimped and primed. Nikki D. played her new song for Hurricane Gloria, Boss and Leshaun. We spent eight hours together, the last two at a kitchen table. We don’t necessarily agree about Mike and Desiree, Clarence and Anita, Dre and Dee. We weren’t even sure why were still around, unappreciated loyalists of this thing call called hip hop. We naively wondered why there are so few of us left.

And surely (gangsta) bitches are so much more than hos and tricks.

It was one of the best attended panels at the National Association of Black Journalist’s annual convention. The moderator, Darrell Dawsey, a young columnist from Detroit, invited Bushwick Bill to join the writers who’d taken the stage to talk hip hop and journalism. The audience, many of them twice removed from the hip hop generation, were thoroughly offended when Bushwick Bill offered that the reason he depicts women as “bitches and hos” is that ‘s all he meets. One matronly type countered, “But what do you call your mother?”

“My mother?!” Bushwick got riled, detecting a dis. “I wouldn’t fuck you, but if I did,you’d be my bitch too.” The moderator, other panelists, and the woman who posed the question, gasped for air. Bushwick rambled on. Without a single word, 200 women rose, turned, and walked out.

“There’s no way I’m gonna let some drunk, suicidal midget sit and around and talk about the imaginary women he’s fucking,” one woman said on her way out the door.

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Eazy E Obituary (1995)

Eazy E (1963-1995)

Real niggaz do die. Eric “Eazy-E” Wright, a founding member of the enormously influential South Central group, N.W.A., died of complications from AIDS on Sunday, March 26. He was 31years old. Eazy-E’s public announcement ten days prior to his death that he was sick with AIDS rocked the hip hop “nation” to its very foundations. The admission, made through his lawyers, startled the musical and African-American communities, affirming once again, that disease, unlike
society, doesn’t discriminate.

The notorious Compton native was arguably one of the most successful artists in hip hop history.
As founder of Ruthless Records in 1986, the label for such acts as JJ Fad, Michel’le and Bone Thugs–N-Harmony, virtually everything he touched went gold or platinum, including his three solo efforts. Ruthlesss was also the home base for rap’s first gangsta rappers, giving brilliantly insightful writer, Ice Cube (O’Shea Jackson) and the visionary Dr. Dre (Andre Young) a launching pad from which to revolutionize pop music. Like author Chester Himes, Cube’s words, often in the mouths of other N.W.A. members) were horrid, abrasive, and painfully honest. With
the platinum single “We Want Eazy” from his 1988 platinum debut, Eazy Duz It, Eric’s anemic voice, bolstered by Dre’s developing sound, made Eric N.W.A.’s first recognizable star.

However, after the gradual disintegration of the group---both Cube and Dre left over financial disputes---he also became one of hip hop’s mist visible targets. On Ice Cube’s Death Certificate, Eazy was immortalized as everything from a “half-pint bitch” to a lynched, jheri-curled corpse; with help from Snoop Dogg, Dr. Dre cast an Eazy look-alike to receive an onscreen beatdown in his video “Dre Day.” Eazy also infamously alienated his friends and fans when he questioned the guilt of Los Angeles policeman Theodore Briseno, one of the men tried and acquitted in the beating of Rodney King, and when he appeared at a $2,000 –a-head Republican luncheon held at The White House.

But more shocking than any of his career exploits was the March 16 announcement of his illness. Before Eazy checked in to Beverly Hill Cedar-Sinai Medical Center, he had never previously been tested for the virus. From his hospital bed, he married longtime girlfriend Tomika Woods and drafted an aggressively heterosexual public statement, boasting of siring seven children from six different mothers.

Donald Suggs, associate director of GLADD, the Gay and Lesbian Alliance Against Defamation, applauded Eazy’s efforts to raise consciousness, but also found his remarks regrettably homophobic.

“It’s sad that he felt [black’ people wouldn’t be compassionate unless he insisted on his heterosexuality,” said Suggs.

At one South Central health clinic, a source claimed that more than 200 women were tested the week following Eazy’s announcement. Josh Levine of Urb, a west coast hip hop publication, speculated in Entertainment Weekly that “the same group…who were screwing Magic [Johnson] were also screwing Eazy.”

Suggs resents such suggestions, “To imply that this disease was spread by the uncontrollable sexual appetite of hip hop’s female fans spreads ignorance.”

Nevertheless, Eazy-E’s death is a great loss to the hip hop community. One staff member at Beverly Hills Cedar Sinai Medical Center was exasperated by the inundation of phone calls concerning Eazy’s condition. Before the rapper’s death, one hospital employee remarked that they had received more visits and calls than for former patient Lucille Ball. And though they were unavailable for comments, both Ice Cube abd Dr. Dre reconciled with Eazy on his death bed. Snoop Dogg’s comments, heard on Los Angeles radio station, “The Beat,” echoed those of the larger community. “My prayers are with Eazy’s family.”