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Of Boodle Fights and Dirty Hands

Baboy? Baboy? Tila batingaw sa aking pandinig at memorya na unti-unting kumakain sa aking pag-iisip. Maka-ilang ulit na ako nakakita ng mga larawang nagpapakita ng mga ika nga eh, boodle fights sa ating mga peryodiko. Ikaw nga ay matanong ko, bakit ito tinotolerate ng ating mga politiko?



Kawawa naman ang Pilipinas, sa isang banda ay napag-iwanan nanaman tayo ng ating mga kapatid sa Asya. Nakakalungkot isipin na gumagamit ng kubyertos ang ating mga kapwa Asyano, at tayo? Nagkakamay, not out of pakikisama of whatever tradition we have, but because we are poor.

Try to look at boodle fight picture. It's quite degrading to see that this politicians, and other notable people in society, engage themselves in this kind of thing. For what reason? Dahil sabi daw nila, nakiki-simpatiya sila sa kalagayan ng mamamayang Pilipino. Hindi niyo ba nakikita? It's like these pigs are actually tolerating poverty! We've become a Pig-dom in the making. Sad, so sad.


What this heart of mine desires in not to eliminate our people from a way of eating in which we have at least all known how to eat during fiestas, or picnic perhaps, out there in the bukid or in the beach. Heck, eating sinangag na rice with tuyo for breakfast with the hands during rainy season is comforting; but doing the same thing to comfort the poor is hell.

Binubulag ng ating mga politiko ang ating mga naghihirap na kababayan. Kunyari sasali sila sa pagkain sa pamamagitan ng pagkamay ngunit ang totoo niyan, pinapakita ng ating mga politiko na ok lang na maghirap tayo. Nakangiti pa ang mga loko. Nasaan na ang moral natin? Nasaan na ang mga moral ng ating kababayan kung ganitong mismo ang mga politiko ang nagpapakita ng mga ganitong gawain? Ipakita sana nila na kahit naghihirap ang Pinoy, meron naman tayong dangal na kumain gamit ang mga kubyertos. At kahit mahirap tayo, hindi tayo baboy sa ating pamumuhay. Kawawa naman si Juan Dela Cruz.


Go on, keep on posting of picture of these boodle fights between politicians and the poor. Let the world see that politicians here in the Philippines tolerate poverty and instead of helping our poor kababayans na makaahon sa kanilang kahirapan, they eat like pigs - without dignity or morals at all.



Photos courtesy of : http://frjessie.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/boodle-fight.jpg
http://www.senate.gov.ph/photo_release/2009/0303_00.jpg
http://www.ellentordesillas.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/05/trillanes-plus-4-roco.JPG

Babatukan Na Kita

...sa paraang kalambing-lambing: isang yakap mula sa langit.

There are so many selfish people in this world that they fail to see what suffering means. Have you ever thought that all the bad things in your life happened for a reason? Perhaps, you have looked at yourself as someone who can handle everything by yourself. Big mistake my friend, biggest mistake in fact.

Gising kapatid, gising!

Go ahead, ask Him what He wants to happen in your life. Ask Him what does He want YOU TO DO.

A Purrfect Love Affair

I have always loved cats. My earliest memory of owning a cat was when I was about 5 or 6 years old. My love affair with them started way back in 1987 when we moved to San Pedro, Laguna from Quezon City. Her name was Muning, a typical name any first-time cat owner would name his or her cat. I remember getting upset when I saw Muning being taken by a visitor in our neighbor's backyard.

My siblings have had dogs, whereas a cat was what I always preferred. I even remember my late Mama saying, "Mahilig ka talaga sa pusa. Ne, maliit ka pa oh naalala ko, uuwi kang may dalang pusa." (Memories... Ma, I miss you na! I love you!)

Through the years, I've had many cats with names ranging from Penelope Laila (after Liza Milo - do you remember her from that scary tv show? yep, I knew her), Ling-ming Mei (after that Macros character), Pen (short for Penelope Laila, her life was also short *sad*), Orange Waffle, My Beautiful Gorgo (after Queen Gorgo of King Leonidas in the movie 300), Kat-Kat (a male cat which I gave a girl's name hehe), Amy, Chub-Chub, Snow Flake (because he was white as snow), Cibo, Prince Albert (after that Sweet Valley High character) and many more I can't even remember at all.

A few months ago, I was reading a Reader's Digest magazine when I came across an article, entitled Garfield's Good-Life Guide, which caught my attention. It was about cats and why they behave like they do. What struck me was when it said:

"Let the cat make the first move. Don't come to me and expect me to rejoice. I will come to you - on my own terms and in my own time. When I meet a new human, I know immediately whether he's a cat person. If he pets me and suffocates me with hugs, yuck! It's so over. But if he ignores me or is allergic or is terrified, I find him irresistible. Unlike indiscriminate dogs, a cat likes a challenge. Always let the cat make the first move, or suffer the consequences."

It was like I was reading an article about me. That was when I concluded that my fascination with cats had something to do with how we both interact with people. Of all the other items on the article, only one was not applicable to me. That also made me almost conclude that I have a high-functioning autism. Especially when I heard about the book entitled All Cats Have Asperger's Syndrome. But it's all vague right?

It was weird because I knew it was not impossible to happen. Then again, weird is nothing new to me. Hmm, I don't think this purrfect love affair is yet to be over.


Reference: All Cats Have Asperger Syndrom by Kathy Hoopman
Garfield's Good-Life Guide by RD Pets, Reader's Digest January 2008

Pentium II

...that's how I will call her, dahil yun ang processing level ng utak niya.

There are many like her. Madami na kong napasukan na trabaho bilang isang manunulat. Sa lahat ng mga working environments na yun, laging merong mga taong katulad niya. Hindi ko masabi sa kanya (sa kanila) mga problema ko sa mga ginagawa nila kasi kung kilala mo ko, I suffer/fight back in silence.

Describe ko na lang siya/sila.

1. Maingay. Manunulat ako kaya importante sa akin ang katahimikan. Anak ng p*ta (pasensya na, it's effin frustrating na eh!) naman kung hindi alam ng katrabaho ko yun. It's a huge effin general knowledge.

Anyway, Pentium II talaga. BS. We have different tastes in music. You have been here for like, what? A month and you still have no idea what kind of music we listen to? Come on, you've heard us. Please, keep your playlists to yourself. Pero since you can't, you leave me no choice...

side note: IMHO, writers who love (supposedly) noise are... hmm... okay so you are still writers, pero for me, you lack depth. Full of blabbering, pero walang meaning. In short, mababaw. Kung writer ka at hindi mo matanggap ang criticism ko, hindi ka dapat tawaging manunulat. *bow

I'm not quiet because I choose to be, I'm just focusing on my work. (though i'm quiet talaga)

2. Opisina mo ang mundo? Kahit hindi ka manunulat, gugustuhin mo rin ng privacy sa workstation mo right? BS. Gusto ko sabihin sa kanya na naaasiwa na ko sa kakalakad niya sa paligid ko. Ilagay mo kaya sa table mo yung mga gamit mo para hindi ka na balik ng balik dito. I can't concentrate with you snooping (?) around.

I'm not claiming this area, I just want some privacy when I work please?

3. Snoopy. Eto na... I will justify na... Para sa lahat 'to. Bilang isang manunulat, importante sakin na ibaling sa ibang bagay ang aking atensiyon habang bumubuo ng aking mga ideya. I focus my thoughts on an idea and write about it. When it all gets effed up, I have to rest my mind by browsing other sites. Other mediums (like taking a break or smoke, which is i don't do anymore. wtf 1 month na ko yosi-free! sh*t it feels great!) could work, but because browsing websites is the most accessible here sa office, its the most used diversion method.

Kung nakikita mo 'kong nagba-browse ng ibang sites (websites, kung hindi mo alam ang sites), wag mo ko sitahin, kaya kitang tunawin ng tingin ko lang. Palibhasa, hindi gumagana utak mo.

I'm not slacking, I'm just resting my mind.

4. Eto lang yun eh, WRITERS SHOULD NEVER BE CONTAINED. We (artists in general) are free spirits. Let us be. Saka na kayo magreklamo kung hindi ako (kami) makapagproduce ng demands niyo nang dahil sa mga anik-anik (drawing, taking breaks, browsing websites, chatting) na ginagawa namin.

Ikaw Pentium II, tanong kita, was there ever a time na hindi ko naibigay or na-submit sayo articles ko? Was there ever a time na hindi ako umabot sa p*tanginang quota na yan?

I'm not at all like this, I'm just ranting. WTF

Ayokong mabigyan ng label, pero ano pa nga ba magagawa ko? Eto na. These are what my mind have concocted. Mayabang na kung mayabang. Ebil na kung ebil. Frog na kung frog!

Ikaw ba hindi? o_O

Don't worry, hindi kita papatulan. Hanggang dito lang 'to. Dahil ganyan lang kaya ng isip mo, pipilitin kitang intindihin dahil without humility, all my other virtues will be useless. Sana yun, naintindihan mo.

Whatever. Uy, meryenda time na! w00t

The Great Sister Act II

I have loved her the way she has and may never wholly understand. I loved her, and I will love her still.

Yes, in despite...


Kuya Marvynn, Omar, and ate Etchel, thank you very much for all your help ha. *hugs*

Wahahays!

I need my earphones, dammit. Kung bakit ba naman kasi, ni-uwi ko pa! Hays.