Ang Hiwaga ng Musika ng Banda Katorse

Isang Linggo yaon. Umiikot ako sa Trinoma Mall, Quezon City para sa napaka-raming dahilan. Malamang, isa doon ay ang pag-contemplate ng diwa ng Pasko sa gitna ng mundong pinupino ng mga taong lumalamon ng iba't ibang uri ng pagkain at gumagasto para sa (kadalasa'y) napaka-walang kwentang bagay sa mundo: isang malupit na dahilan kung bakit masakit lunukin ang paratang na 'materialistic'. So pagkatapos kong magpabili ng mga t-shirt doon sa bazaar sa Landmark ('yung kadikit ng Trinoma), thanks to my mom, ay tumambay muna kami ng tito ko doon sa food court, (na salamat sa Diyos) ay walang mga iskwater na, kadalasan kapag Sunday, ay nag-aastang isang kolehiyala at konyo. Ewan ko lang kung anong bagay pa ang mas nakakairita pa sa mga ganitong uri ng tanawin.

So, 'yun nga. Bumili ang er-mats ko ng Barbie doll para sa kapatid kong makulit. Naiwan ako, kasama ang tito ko, na wala nang ibang alam sitahin kundi ang lumulobo kong bilbil. Pero, gusto kong kasama 'yung tito ko, kaya inin-joy ko ang bonding moment namin na yaon. Sakto, tumugtog ang isang banda- isang orchestral (o sa unang hinala ay isang 'marching band') na banda na obvious kung saan hinulma ng May-kapal. Obvious, in a sense, na naka-borda sa mga damit nila ang 'Baliwag, Bulacan'.

Ang tinutukoy ko pong banda ay hindi 'yung mga kinagawian ko nang mga tumutugtog ng paborito kong rak-en-rol ah. Sila ang Banda Katorse (Banda 14), na oo nga, galing sa Baliwag, Bulacan. Well, isa sa mga ina-advocate kong advocacy ay ang pagbubura ng ating mga p*****inang napaka-ignoranteng pre-conceived notions sa music. Ginagawa ko ito hindi dahil isa akong musikero (dahil hindi naman talaga), (pero gusto kong maging musikero), kundi dahil sa napaka-sensitibong pagtingala natin sa mga tracks at sound beats na hinahatid sa atin ng orchestral music. Pero, lulununukin ko na ang masalimoot na katotohanang umieksiste nga pala ako sa mundo ng RnB, hip-hop, K-pop, at iba pang ibang uri ng pop genre, na maraming sangay na, putcha 'tol, nakakabobo.

Napaka-hip ng mga tinutugtog ng Banda 14. Puwera kasi sa pagiging background lamang nila sa umiikot na Santa Claus, (na nag-volunteer para magpa-letrato sa utol kong batang babae), ay tinugtog nila ang ibang kanta na nagbibigay ng isang nostalgic feeling, in memory of my grandfather. Sobra akong natuwa. Napaka-dakila ng Diyos. Unang tinugtog nila 'yung 50's Christmas hit na 'White Christmas' na talagang nagpakilig sa aking nanlalamig na atay. Sinundan pa nila ito ng isang Christmas song ng idol kong si John Lennon, 'yung 'Happy Christmas'. Dinamdam ko ng lubos 'yung mga tugtog. Pero, isa sa mga bagay na pumilit sa aking pumalakpak sa kanila, ay noong tinugtog nila ang dalawang hit ni Bruno Mars. Putcha, 'dre, napaka-lupit. Napaka-kj mo masyado kung hindi mo ma-appreciate ang pagka-dalisay at pagka-dakila ng mga musikerong ito.

Malupit ang conductor nila. Kakilala ng tito ko (na isang branded na tambay na tomotoma ng kape ng Dunkin sa Trinoma) ko. Ang conductor ay lumilingon sa tawag na JR, na kahit may in-born defect sa kanyang kanang kamay at talagang masisiyahan ang iyong pang-morgueng kaluluwa't bangkay. Hay, isang propesor lang naman po ang mamang ito sa Conservatory of Music sa Unibersidad ng Pilipinas. Malamang ay dumaan na siya sa mga nota at kamay ni Maestro Ryan Cayabyab. Sa indak ni Mang JR, ay talagang ma-eengganyo ka sa musikang taglay ng kanilang banda, ay este, kanilang angkan. I repeat, angkan. Lahat sila ay, kung hindi mag-uutol, ay magpipinsan- to the fourth degree mga 'pre. They were founded lang naman in 1914 sa Baliwag, Bulacan. Nakakatuwa ang musikang tinataglay ng kasaysayan ng banda. Ang pinaka-bata, kung hindi ako nagkakamali, ay isang 9-year-old. Dre, sa lupet ng formation nila ay napaka-unique: at a very young and tender age of two to four, ay instead na mga laruang musical instruments na maaring may lead na galing sa Divisoria, ay isang bakal na instrumentong pang-musika ba naman ang ipapalapit sa'yo. Hindi mo masisisi, kung bakit sila ganoon ka lupit.

Tandaan, ang musika ay walang pinipiling panahon. Sa totoo lang. Kahit ang tugtog ay Mozart man, o Nicanor Abelardo man, o Levi Celerio man, o John Lennon man, o Gary Valenciano man, o kahit na Andrew E., ay parehong musika lang naman lang lahat yan. Ang hirap kasi, uulitin kong, napaka-babaw ng ating appreciation sa music. Palibhasa kasi, we are living in a society na kahit basta't kinakanta ni Charice at basta't ang beat ay may pagka-Korean melodic, ay tanggap na agad ng madla- bilang music.

"Gone are the days of notes, tones, rythyms, etc. For short, gone are the days of true music." - yan ang pilosipiya kong pinaninindigan ko, hanggang narinig ko ang palakpak ng mga kabataan sa pagtugtog ng Banda 14.

21st Century Bullshit

The 21st century is, without doubt, the age of great advancements in technology. God has allowed man to invent cell phones with different fancy features. (The buzz is that, its too expensive, though.) Man became very innovative when it comes to genuine gadgets- thanks to the genius that were Bill Gates and Steve Jobs.

Only, a certain bullshit in the periphery has passed like smoke. God, it sucks.

It's that man, particularly the young, are beginning to be thoroughly dull and stupid when it comes to the subject of appreciation. Young girls fall to Korean look-a-like assholes, who simply knows nothing but to fix their 90's inspired  gay hair. There are young sluts (bitches) who would adore guys who are too good and 'malupet' in the dance floor, and swags in to the beat of 'Teach me how to dougie'. But there are more ironic examples, such that they give certain degrees of disgrace to the male domain. They give lots of this embarassment when these sons of bitches cling to the call of the Jejemon nature, with their Ninoy (or most likely SpongeBob)-inspired specks and colorful shorts. Shit.

This thoughts gave me a sweet comfort, because God really is good. God didn't allowed the Eraserheads, Rico J., and Jose Mari Chan to exist in this tasteless age, because if ever He did, such dignified musicians would just simply be dumps of the same smoke. It's great that God made Einstein, Rizal, Bonifacio, Newton, Shakespeare, da Vinci, Michaelangelo, Thomas of Aquinas, Augustine of Hippo, Aristotle, Plato, and Socrates to live not in this decade, for if not, shit, man will never appreciate intellectual scientific laws that causes the ignorant age (this age) their dilemmas. I can't imagine if these men happened to inhale the same air, the same polluted air we breathe, and they would simply be ignored. Oh, it would cause a definite communist revolution, under my leadership. Moving aside, the greatest thing that God spared for this generation is that He gave the ten commandments thousands of years ago, and not in the year two thousand eleven, for if it were, shucks, man will never have any order, at all.

In an age where man does not appreciate and even care about scientific equations and well-pollished poetic words of rhyme, and where idle handsomeness and good looks are the basis for dynamic and 'bonggang' appreciations from jerks, there's a message I'd want to express, that simply are two words (harsh words, really) that I can't hold myself for censorship and I can't publish it. Though these two words are sharp and points a finger to all those whom I want to point with. They start with the letters "F" and "Y".

The Circus That is the Philippine Senate

The Philippine senate has housed great Filipino noblemen. Dignified Homo sapiens who respond to such names: Claro M. Recto, Manuel Quezon, Manuel Roxas, Ferdinand Marcos, Benigno Aquino jr., etc.

See the beaconing light of great intellectuals whose voices hauled through the four walls of the legislative hall that has witnessed Philippine history, where Jose P. Laurel once pronounced his love for country than religious love. Oh, I have always dreamed to invent a time machine (for myself), just to give a suave ear to the thrilling rhetorics of Ninoy and the might of words that pass through the lips of Manuel Quezon.

To (have a very delayed) tribute to its 95th year of existence in the Philippine society, I would like to argue and cite some cute (yet sarcastic, really) realizations on the Philippine Senate of today- a senate whose chairs are occupied by aliens who captured the public's votes because of their 'stupid [political] jingles' as pop-activist Lourd de Veyra cites in his 'This is a Crazy Planets' book. A view that hails from this 15 year-old high school undergraduate activist.

The current senate is composed of different species. There are pure men of wisdom. There are pure men of dullness, too. Positively speaking, there is equilibrium in the senate, that which lately became more of a judicial body than that of being a legislative- a court of hooly-baloonies who even became a 'Face-to-Face' stadium for a major pornographic issue last 2009. I can't give a fearless forecast for a possible investigation on the Piolo-Kc break-up that became a controversy that tickled the tickable parts of soul, body, and mind. (Who knows, a senate-inquiry on Piolo Pascual's sexuality would soon exist. But still, I believe that God is merciful.)

The 15th Congress- the Senate of the Republic of the Philippines. (In their, 'oh, f*ck habits.)

Our senate is currently spearheaded by the oldest-existing politician (as my faith serves me) in the republic of Malay-Hispaniacs. Senator Juan Ponce Enrile, who wants you to be happy, will be remembered in history, aside from being a senate president, as one of the contributing hero of EDSA People Power when he turned his back from the dictator of more than two decades. JPE, though, still has the guts amidst his mere barren stature. His will power and sharpness of memory makes him a Thomas More of our time. But yet, there are dark and evil books hidden in the dark library of this man's being. We must never ought to forget that Enrile was once a Marcos boy- that must catalyze a doubt on some insights on evils during the fascist regime in the 70's.

Next to him in rank are both celebrities. The Senate Pro-Tempore and Majority floor leader, Sen. Jinggoy Estrada and Sen. Tito Sotto, respectively. Both actors are differentiated in their cinematic forte. Jinggoy, being a part successor of his father, former president Asiong, este, Joseph Ejercito-Estrada, is known for his participations in action-romantic motion pictures in the late-80s's and early 90's. While 'Tito Sen' as he is often called by the debarkads of Eat Bulaga, is known to be a comedian and a definite difference compared to his comrades, Vic (his brother) and Joey. I can't be too judgemental towards these men. Jinggoy is a graduate of UP, while Tito from Letran. The great leap of fate, is that, at least, they speak in fine and direct English than a celebrity-senator who added the term, 'four-plets' in the middle of the burning reproductive health debates. The guy is noted in the silver screen as, Leon Guerrero: the man who I idolize because of his Pinoy martial-art metaphysic (and not of his being a legislator), the committee chairman on the committee of silence, Sen. Lito Lapid, whom I met in my vacation in the province throwing candies to the starstrucked beings, whose appeal to me was a mere candidate for the province's governing chair. (Well, in fairness to Sen. Lito, aside from his love for the Filipino tongue, he will also be recalled to as the senator who legislated the law that cites the proper use of staplers.) Another celebrity, is ofcourse, a monogamist whose father was a polygamist celebrity-politician. Yeah, I'm pointing on Sen. Ramon 'Bong' Revilla, jr., whose desirable and macho-hot political will on the famous senate-circus trial of May 2009 made him a hero for pornographed ladies, that includes the crop of my carnal fanatsies, Katrina Halili.

And there you have a non-showbiz senate hunk, whose hotness caught the star for all seasons- Sen. Ralph Recto, who presents a very gentleman appeal.

Well, our two lady-senators are classified into two different classes: the Amazonic Joan-of-Arc and the modern Joan-of-Arcs . Ofcourse, I don't need to use a corny 'knock-knock' joke to sarcastisize Sen. Miriam Defensor-Santiago. The ever energetic 'Lokang Ilongga' senator whose academic legend is never to be questionned. Please, or else. Well, I'd disagree with the Philippine Panorama's citation of 'Brenda' (or Brenda Mage). I'd refuse to their statement that she is feared because of independent thinking-she's not feared for that, duh, she's feared for her monstrous being, for heaven's sake. But with all humility, PINTAKASI openly declares Senator Miriam as his favorite Philippine senator. Period. We also have lady-senators, Loren Legarda and Pia Cayetano. Loren, aside from fighting for her vice presidential victory (kuno) in the 2004 national elections, is also known as an evironmentalist, such as Pia is. The fact that she is a former broadcaster seems to be a blotted myth to some youngsters, today. Pia, ofcourse, is known to be the daughter of the late Senator Renato Cayetano, who was politcally motivated for the first time in the 2004 senatorial race. Pia is also a triathlete.

And back again to Pia Cayetano, a bloody connection exists with her and her brother, blue-ribbon committee chairman Sen. Alan Peter Cayetano who is rembered as one of the juvenile law-makers who were bold critics of the Arroyo administration. Alongside with him is Sen. Francis 'Chiz' Escudero and TJ Guingona, whose micmickable faces are somewhat compared to that of OPM rockstar Bamboo and British comic Mr. Bean, respectively. These young senators are young fruits of fine men. But when fruits are tackled, one of the recognized fruits is Senator Ferdinand Marcos- ooops, don't act rude- he's Ferdinand 'Bong-bong' Romualdez Marcos. He's not 'Apo Ferdy', for heaven's sake, alright? To probably object the past, (whoa!), is the senator who was added too late in the senate roaster, and only due to an honorable move of a (just recent) former senator, Senator Aquilino Pimentel, III. (Mga anak ng teteng.)

We also have three senators who're all products of the ever-hailed Philippine Military Academy- the factory of monstrous, evil, diabolic, demonic, (enough adjectives, it ain't enough to place 'em all.), etc. And all of them left significant footprints in Philippine history, and for being 'law-breakers'. We have Senators Gregorio "Gringo" Honasan, Panfilo "Ping" Lacson, and Anonio "Magdalo" Trillanes IV. They faced different cases. Gringo with Cory's fear of a coup. Ping with his murder acusations to PR man, Bubby Dacer. Trillanes and his fierce metropolitan mutinies. They are more than goons and patriots, volted as Voltes V.

We cannot of course, disregard the presence of UP produced legislators. Above them is Sen. Edgardo Angarra who was then the UP President. Another is the Mega Star's husband, Sen. Francis "Kiko" Pangilinan, who is remembered to be a varsity player for the volleyball team of the Fighting Maroons. And citing another product of my dream-school is former senate president, and would-have-been president (thanks to Noynoy and Erap, he's not), Sen. Manny Villar- the one who experienced the joys of swimming in a sea of filth.

When it comes to some Bisaya senators, we must cite the Cebuano-Ilonggo cross-bred Senator Sergio Osmeña, and justice-busters Senators Franklin Drilon and Joker Arroyo. The other guy is a big man of justice, while the other was a tortured victim of the martial law era.

Have I mentioned all?

Hopefully, yes.

Our senators, are metaphorically reflecting our current political awareness- the awareness eaten by the weirdness of our strangeness towards electing these human beings on the seats where they usually seat and talk with common human gestures, day by day, whose pockets are loaded with dumps of thousands of pesos that deeply comes from the perspirations of hard-working urban and rural laborers who fed their families with the incomes from which the senate budgets are pulled from. A senate that I wish to see is a body of wise intellects who are wise enough to speak with might and act with illuminated wisdom as the great ancient civilizations of Romans, Greeks, rennaisance, Philippine-propagandists, and 20th century were. Sad, to say, even though they have (hmmmmmp) [fine] intentions of [goodwill], (my God, save me!), there are some people who are authentically undeserving to have their shits, hmmm, I mean, seats on the legislative hall. I can't wait to see them bitter next year as they are bound to justify Corona's impeachment.

Well, nevertheless, people of the beloved republic of the Philippines, here are the colorful senators you elected, by the sole purpose of serving your interests. Enjoy.

(But please, I'm begging, please do not elect [especially] KRIS AQUINO, MANNY PACQUIAO, NORA AUNOR, MIKEE ARROYO, BUTCH ABAD, ELENA BAUTISTA-HORN, and [most especially] LEILA DE LIMA as senators. Damn, I'd rather join arms with the forlorn communists if ever these dumb asses be elected to the senate.)

Guerrilla Tactics: A Backward Fashion in the 21st Century (Mine Alone)

As I passed through the hallowed halls of Greenhills and SM Megamall, I felt a deep and inner-pity, not for myself, but for others. It is a matter of being fashionable- one of which I never imagined nor fantasized to journalize about.

Ofcourse, I'm a teenager, and what you'd expect from me, is the common suit, that is used by my fellow teenagers. But, sad to say, I felt (without boasting) an inner difference amongst these idle and poisoned colonial minded humans. This is why, without words, I humiliate myself as 'baduy' compared to the cycle of interrelationships that exists with me and my fellas'. I can't be too forlorn, for I am not a geek. It's just I attempt myself not to be a 'conyo', a gangster, a 'rakista', or a 'jejemon' when it comes to my 'japorms', or fashion outfit. I'm considering my own style that is far rough from that of my age- a fashion that is far different from those that I mentioned above. It's a fashion that mainly adapts my affection for guerilla standards that activists, hippies, John Lennon-wannabees, rebels, and Che Guevara fanatics would claim as their uniforms. Weird me, isn't it?

Although, in sharing, I felt my being 'sexy', when I wore my favorite expression shirt that expresses, TANGINA THIS! I concluded my being sexy because of the high appeal and cute reactions that I received chicks.

I'm just trying to practice my self-indoctrinated dogma of the quote, "while others pursue the right, I pursued the left." Jizz, its not just because I'm an activist, its just that I believe in my artistic medium- that is madness.

But this kind of fashion owns a deep meaning in my spirit. The simple way I wear my bonnet, or my cap (that has a red star) and wear my black shirt and (even) broken rubber shoes has a meaning- far from the way the many ignorant teens conceptualize of. Its my devotion to radical poverty.

To add up and full-pack my playlist, here are my unsolicited fashion tips for those who want to adapt this weird kind of being, that with all lowliness to claim: mine alone, the Guerilla Fashion:

1.) STUDY CHE GUEVARA. The  guy behind the hip and 'astig' image that Cubans (and even some Filipinos, especially the radicals, like me) merely venerate because of his realistic epic that serves as an inspiration to many armed leftists all-over the world, never alone fails to execute a unique fashion genre, but as well as a history of being a true warrior. But a true learning of his philosophy will validate you to be like him.

2.) ADORE LEGENDARY MUSICIANS. Listen and inhale the vibes of songs that were voiced by John Lennon, Bob Marley, Kurt Cobain, etc. For Filipino's sake listen and take in heart the hearty songs of the famous OPM folk band ASIN, Joey Ayala, APO Hiking Society, Heber Bautista, Francis Magalona, and (my favorite) Eraserheads. Ofcourse, make Lennon's 'Imagine' and ASIN's 'Tuldok' your personal national hymn.

3.) DEVOTE YOURSELF TO SAINT FRANCIS OF ASSISI, whose story of evangelical and radical poverty that astonished the materialstic church of that time. This may even help you earn the faith that Jesus Christ, who (for me and for many believers) is God became lowly and poor, inspite the fact that He owns all the riches of the whole world, really- that leads to the conclusion that He is one with the socialists.

4.) READ PABLO NERUDA. His poetic beats makes you a true guerilla.

5.) DO NOT LISTEN TO KRIS AQUINO. Her white 'peps' ain't tempting, really.

6.) OBSERVE LOURD DE VEYRA. Yeah, look at how weird he is, yet he rose to the popularity in the media world.

7.) JOIN ACTIVISTS. You may really never feel the soul of this fashion statement, without knowing it's true and authentic foundation, that is far from being a fashion. Be a common man. Be one with the fights against a colonial government and to earn the one true national socialist democracy. (Otherwise, you're a hypocrite.)

8.) PROFESS THAT YOU ARE A 'PETTY-BOURGEOIS'. For you really are, from the heart. You are not supposed to wear this if you're not a 'burgis'. To have a deeper understanding, please do search for the 1981 Lino Brocka film, "Burgis"- starring Gabby Concepcion and Amy Austria.

9.) DRINK SAN MIGUEL BEER AND SMOKE MARLBORO BLACK CIGARETTES. It's the true initiation for this fashion. You may only acquire a good voice in singing if you do so, says Rico J. Puno.

10.) YEAH, SHUT THE F*CK UP, KID! Study your lessons in class, before joining the guerilla revolution.


Speaks off, niggas'.

Christmas is Ego-Centric

From east to west and north to south, no one can really deny the fuzzy holiday season that all folks have been waiting for months. Its Christmas- the season where people would spend all their savings and earnings on the account of food and other material objects that is preferably known as 'gifts'.

But aside from all the stars and lights that goddamn politicians display in streets next to their celebrated faces that ignites the compulsive hell in my nerves that are used (aside from promoting their political aspirations) to celebrate Christmas and to cover-up the truths of poverty amongst their constituents, another symbol has arisen in the advent of the season of Jingle bells: the mass of cars that flock within the streets of Metro Manila.

Poverty is always an issue, isn't it? But why is it that there is a flock of fancy cars that cause party-animals and seasonal shoppaholics the bang in their nerves?

Damn, I can't get it, because I believe that a country must be swollen in poverty if the public owns only few cars. But in our case, aside from the elites who day by day pass along EDSA, C5, Commonwealth, Taft, and other common pathways, lo and behold the traffic jam that causes a half and an hour of travel from Shaw Blvd. to Ortigas Ave.

I can't be angst to argue if there really is a problem in poverty in our country, ey. But it seems to call my meditation to bear a fruit of thought to believe that there isn't really poverty for Filipinos who are dead-hungry (patay-gutom) before the alluring delight of materialism. It may not be a conclusion, yet to say, but a theory of pure selfish nature exists 'tis season whose soul is gift-giving; for it is in Christmas where no one is in the state of poverty, nor do they think of being choked in the chains of its wrath. Except for a family who radically experiences the season with a bitter taste of celebration: the poor family of Bethlehem, of whom hails the true King of kings and the reason of perpetual merriment. That is Jesus.

‘THE MANILA KINGPIN: The Asiong Salonga Story’: Ang Pagbabalik ng Tunay na Pelikulang Pinoy?

Napaka-unique talaga ng taste ng mga Pilipino pagdating sa pelikula. Basta maganda at pogi ang bida- blockbuster hit agad. Kapag nag-tambal si Budoy, ay este, si Gerald at Sarah sumisipa sa takilya! (Sorry Kim.) At higit sa lahat, kapag baklang mukhang kabayo, na sa matinong mundo ay sadyang ubod ng pagiging non-sense, ang bida, aba eh, highest grossing film of all time sa Pilipinas.

Leche!

Ewan ko lang kung bakit ever since namatay si Da King, Fernando Poe Jr. (na pinaniniwalaang ika-15 na Pangulo ng Pilipinas) ay wala nang pumapatok na Filipino action movie. Gagawa nga sila ng aksyon, commedy at may halong horror pa ang kasamang timpla. Nakakasuka. For short, figurative fictional action.

Ito nga siguro marahil ang dahilan kung bakit ngayong bukana ng dekadang 2010’s ay dumami ang may lahing berde, at kung bakit numinipis ang bilang ng mga barako sa mundo. Pero, to make it clear, hindi ko po dinidiskrimina ang mga bakla. Mahal ko sila.

Pero sa awa ng Diyos, may mga matitino pa rin palang Filipino artists/filmmakers, tulad nina Ricky Lee Jim Libiran, at Tikoy Aguiluz na siyang may dakilang pangalan sa inaabangan kong ‘THE MANILA KINGPIN: The Asiong Salonga Story’ na pinagbibidahan ng napaka-maganda at propesyunal na artistang si Carla Abellana at ng matikas na gobernador ng Laguna, na si E.R. “Jeorge Estregan” Ejercito bilang si Nicasio “Asiong” Salonga- isang makototohanang Tondo Robin Hood noong 1950’s, na ibang-iba ang imahe sa mga aspiring state-side gangsters sa Pilipinas. Pwera kasi sa aksyon, inaabanagan ko rin ang makulay na ebolusyon ng pop-culture sa Metro Manila, sa pamamagitan ng black and white cinematography, na kung titngnan ng isang may perspektibong artist, ay nagpapakita sa’yo ng isang malupit na artistic interpretation na hindi kayang tumbasan ng pelikulang may ‘ina mo.

Ang orig na hari ng Tondo: Asiong Salonga

Pero, katulad ng inaasahan, kahit gaano kaganda ng konsepto at artistic value ng pelikulang Asiong Salonga, ay asahan nating hindi ito tatabo sa takilya katulad ng Agimat at nang napaka-uhm, na Enteng ng Ina Mo. Unang-una sa lahat, kilala mo pa ba si Jeorge Estregan?

Ipinagdarasal ko pa rin na sana, ang pelikulang ito ay siyang maging hudyat ng cinematic revolution sa Pinas. Cinematic-cultural revolution na magpapakita ng tunay na pelikulang Pinoy na astig, na siyang titingalain ng mga kabataan sa halip ng Praybeyt Benjamin, na kung saan obvious ang pagbibigay ng kalituhan sa pangalan ng realidad.

It's 'P'GMA Again

“So let it be written, so let it be done” as the famous biblical 50’s film “The Ten Commandments” dictates. But now a different dictation that comes from an accused dictator hails.

Back some few months ago, Noynoy Aquino began his backlashes on his predecessor President Gloria Macapagal Arroyo- whose shorthand name is PGMA. These bangs probably horrified the now, Pampanga Congresswoman Gloria Macapagal Arroyo (or simply CGMA) because of the fact that she might spend her Noche Buena in jail.

Thus made a beautiful story of dramatic spiritual care and devotion to St. Luke, to whom the ‘abused’ and ‘demoralized’ (or for sweeter adjective, ‘demonized’) manang, to whom she owed everything for the past few months. The ever blessed thing is that St. Luke’s became a witness of certified, though kwak-Medical Doctors who treated their repeating imperfect treatments. And even of lawyers and spokespersons who were willing to have a piece of their testis to be cut off and were spokespersons for doctors, respectively.

A dramatic ‘epic fail’ even snatched the eyes of the Filipino public who were focusing on Willie Revillame’s ‘big time’ show or fantasizing the seductive and poisonous tempt of Marian Rivera or most likely were on their tears on a preoccupied tear-dropping scenes of an influential (and even stupid) conceptualized drama. This dramatic even, was the award-winning and world changing scene at the one of the ugliest airports in the world NAIA, whose starring roles were the love team of Mike and Glo, who faced different consequences and obstacles in their imitation of Houdini’s sweet escapade from the country whom these lacoste models made bitter for almost a decade, who by the way makes their lives bitter, now.

Well, they have faced it all. They proved a synonymous quote wrong. The bitterness they suffered, by which as every other movie exemplify to God’s mercy, failed.

Arroyo, as the moment this journal is being read (except if you want to read this in the year 2050), is now under the jurisdiction of the police, who considered her as commander-in-chief for 9 years. She is now detained, though unfortunately and undeservingly is detained in an air-conditioned and comfortable hospital suite. Damn, many humans are alike her, who’re being suspected unjustly in an instant and police-dictated state who are dumped in excruciating and odorous-tattooed goon-filled prison cell. Isn’t it just to place a (let’s say) (as of the moment) ‘innocent’ criminal who plundered and mocked the Philippine democracy, plus her robbing of the presidency twice in a detention cell where we usually see rapists, holdapers, ruthless mother fuckers end up in every day national television?

But still, Gloria Arroyo has succeeded in regaining the ‘P’ in her name for she is now ‘Prisoner’ Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo, or once again, ‘P’GMA. (Notice the horns in the ‘P’). Congratulations, Madam ‘P’GMA. (‘P’ ng ina mo.)