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.)

Ang Kapangyarihan ng TVJ

Tatlong dekada na ang samahan ng isa sa mga pinaka-kwelang trio sa balat ng telebisyon.


Ang trio nina Senator Vicente C. Sotto III, Victor C. Sotto, at José María Ramos de León o mas kilala bilang Tito, Vic, and Joey.


Kailan lang ay ginunita ng tatlo ang 'unang tatlong dekada' ng kanilang longest-running noon time show na Eat Bulaga! at sa episode na 'yun at sa launching ng kanilang coffee table book na "Unang Tatlong Dekada' ay nakitang lumuha ang dakilang mga haligi ng Philippine showbusiness.


Magugunita natin na nabigyan sila ng pagkakataong sumikat noong dekada 70's sa ISkul Bukol at Eat Bulaga! na noo'y katapat ng mas pormal na show ni Eddie Elarde na 'Student Canteen'. Syempre Pinoy tayo at dahil sakop ito ng ating popular na kultura, mas bumenta ang EB dahil mas bibenta talaga ang mga makukuwla. Naging katapat rin sila nina 'Pidro', este,  APO Hiking Society.


Subalit sa pagdaan rin ng panahon ay marami-rami na rin ang hinarap na kontrobersiya at tuwa. KAtulad na lamang ni Enteng (Vic) na kung ilang babae na ang napa-ibig at napa-lobo. Si Joey na marami na ring nakaaway dahil sa kanyang masyadong pagka-pilyo. At ang accused rape nila sa dating bold star na si Pepsi Paloma, na later on ay binira ng Eraserheads sa kanta nilang 'Spoliarium' sa pamamagitan ng linyang, "sinong sinula ni Enteng at Joey dyan.." at kalauna'y 'di umano'y ginantihan ni Tito Sen sa pamamagitan ng pag-ban sa kanta ng banda na 'Alapaap'. Pero mahal talaga sila ng masa. In fairness, re-elected si Tito.


Napaka-lawak rin ng impluwensiya ng tatlong ito sa larangan ng Manila sounds.


Kaya sa kanilang unang tatlong dekada, tanggapin nawa nila ang aking simpleng pag-bibibgay pugay sa haligi ng industriya ng popular na sining, sina TITO, VIC, and JOEY!

Patay na si Khadaffy

Mahigit 8 buwan ang pakiki-baka. Mahigit 8 buwan na walang kapayapaan. Mahigit 8 buwan ng putukan.

Yang ang naranasan ng mga tao sa Libya sa loob ng naka-lipas na walong buwan. Ang huling walong buwan ng mahigit apat na dekadang diktador ng Libya na si Moammar Ghadaffy o Moammar Ghadaffi o Moammar Khadaffy o Muammar Ghadaffy o Col. Muammar Al'Quadaffi (siguarado ako madi-drain ako masyado sa probability ng spelling ng pangalan ng hayop na 'to.) (Maraming spelling ang pangalan niya kaya wag mag-taka kung bakit iba-iba ang spelling na gagamitin ko.) Pero, flashback, tantaranananan, 4 decades ago, noong nagkaroon ng kaguluhan sa Libya, isang dakila at batang sundalo ang nanguna sa pag-aklas. Walang iba kundi si Col. Muammar Al'Quadaffi. Fast forward, nananararatanat, 2011, nag-aaklas ang radikal na partido sa Libya laban sa diktador na kanilang kinamumuhian dahil sa kanyang labor discrimination sa kapwang mga taga-Libya na kung saan mas mataas ang sahod ng mga dayuhan kaysa sa kanilang mga Libyan nation. Ang naknambetch na ito ay si Moammar Khadaffi.

Nakakalungkot na nakakatawang isipin na ang pinaka-makapangyarihan at kinakatakutang naghahari-hariang gago na namuno sa Libya ng mahigit apat na dekada ay magsasambit ng mga salitang humihingi ng awa- ng mga salitang mistulang nakakahiyang ibanggit sa bingit ng kamatayan ng isang pinunong kinakatakutan. Subalit hindi siya pinagbigyan ng kanyang mga kababayang gigil na gigil na siya'y patayin. Sabay binaboy pa ng mga sugo ni Allah ang mortal na bangkay ng nag-aakalang imortal na diktador.

Patay na si Ghadaffi. Magkakaroon na kaya ng wagas na kapayapaan sa Libya? Bababa na kaya ang presyo ng krudo sa world market?

Nakakatakot! (Part 2)

Dia de la Muerte- Day of the Dead- Araw ng mga patay.

Ito na naman tayo. Bakit ba pag-undas ang hilig natin sa mga kakatakutan? O sadyang trip lang ba talaga nating pagtripan ang ating mga sarili sa pamamagitan ng pananakot? Pero, talaga kasing napaka-interesting pag-usapan ang mga kababalaghan na nakiki-sikisik sa ating sumisikip nang daigdig-mga kababalaghang galing 'di umano sa mga iba't-ibang elemento sa ating planeta. Total ito rin naman ang pag-uusapan natin, nais ko lang itanong kung gaano ba talaga ka totoo ang mga misteryosong nagaganap sa ating daigdig?

Ayon sa ilang psychologists, ang tendency raw ng pananakot natin sa ating sarili ay halos pantay sa tendency ng ating reaction kapag nakikiliti ang ating mga sexual apetite. Hindi man ako psychologist pero nais kong i-hypothesize na sadyang napaka-extreme nating mga miyembro ng animalandia sa mga misteryo at sa libog. Hind natin kayang tanggihan ang temptasyong dulot ng libog, at ganun rin ang hindi natin pag-tanggi sa pakikinig sa mga kwento tungkol sa white lady sa Balete Drive. Parang kung paano tayo nasasabik sa pelikulang katulad ng 'Coming Soon' ay ganoon rin ang ating pananabik sa mga porn movies na pinagbibidahan nila Maria Ozawa o Faye Reagan.

Nakakatawa lang minsang isipin kung gaano tayo ka-hook sa mga pelikulang horror na 'di umano'y 'based on a true story'. Isang halimbawa ay ang cinematic documentary na 'Paranormal Activity' na ayon sa ibang psychic na iskolar ay hindi naman raw talaga totoo. Pero hindi naman natin pinapansin ang mga makatotohanang kwentong horror, katulad ng 'The Exorcist' at 'The Rite' na actual na mga pangyayari mula sa mga kapariang pinagpala ng panginoon ng kapangyarihang exorcismo. Sa Pilipinas, ay kilalang exorcist si Fr. Jocis Syquia- ang kasalukuyang official archdiocesan exorcist ng arkidiyoses ng Manila. Maraming banal na santo na rin ang kinilala dahil sa kapangyarihang pinagpala sa kanila ng May Kapal na makapag-palayas ng mga masasamang espiritu. Ilan rito ay sina Padre Pio de Pietrelcina at si Beato Pope John Paul II (na ayon sa tala ay mahigit apat na beses nang nakipag-engkwentro sa Diablo).

Sa kasaysayan ng ating bansa ay makikitang hindi impluwensiya ng mga Kastila ang ating mapag-celebrate ng Halloween. Galing ito sa mga sina-unang paganong Mexicano na kapag November 1 ay nagtatanghal ng Dia de la Muerte- isang tradisyon na kung saa'y pinapaniwalaan nilang nagpipyesta ang mga yumao. Ang atin ring pag-aalala sa mga yumao: ang ating pagdalaw sa mga puntod o sementeryo ay hindi rin galing mula sa mga Kastila, bagkus ay galing ito sa mga Intsik na ginagawa ang pag-samba sa mga yumao o 'Ancestral worship'. Hindi ba't inaalayan nila ng pera o pagkain ang mga mahal nilang nauna sa kanila. At lalo't higit ang pag-hahanda natin ng halloween parties kung saan ay patok ang mga costume na nakakatakot at ang 'trick or treat' na isang kulturang kanluranin. Siguro ang ambag lang ng mga Kastila sa ating popular na kultura sa araw ng mga patay ay mga pag-dasal ng Santo Rosario at pagpapa-misa sa kaluluwa ng ating mga mahal sa buhay.

Ang November 1, para sa Iglesia Catolica ay isang dakilang kapistahan o 'solemnity'. Pero nakakatuwang isipin na ang Dakilang Kapistahan ng mga Banal o Solemnity of  All Saints ay isang araw ng mistulang pagbibigay pugay kay Satanas- sa Diablo. Hindi ba't ang mga mukha ng mga santo ay napaka-banayad, mahinahon, maliwanag, at dakila pero bakit ang mga mukhang kumakalat sa mga bangketa at sa mga mall ay mga mukha ng kalabera, ng mga aswang, ng Diablo, ni Kamatayan, mga mangkukulam, mga gagamba, mga ligaw na kaluluwa, at iba pa. Ganoon ba ang mukha ng mga itinuturing na banal ng simbahang Katolika?

Ito ang isang bagay na pinatatamaan ni Kuyang Mideo Cruz sa kanyang 'Kulo' (na naman).

Hay, mga minamahal na kaibigan, ito ang isang simpleng paglalahad ng ating sabog-sabog na polymerizated occidental and oriental pop culture. Pero ito lang ang huling nota: ika nga ni Lourd de Veyra sa kanyang nakaka-TANGINA THIS! na 'Word of the Lourd', "WALANG BASAGAN NG TRIP."

Pilipinas: Pugad ng mga Puta?

(HINDI PO BASTOS ANG SALITANG, 'PUTA' SAPAGKAT ITO'Y ISANG MAKATOTOHANANG DISKRIPSYON SA MUNDO NG REALIDAD SA MGA KABABAIHANG MABABA ANG LIPAD.)

Okay, O.A. na masyado ang nakakarami.

Sabi nila ang Pilipinas raw ay dinadayo ng mga foreigner for sexual purposes.

TANGINA THIS!

Ganun na ba talaga ka-babaw ang tingin nila sa mga Pilipina. Pero sa totoo lang, sa paniniwala ko ay may malalim na ibig sabihin ang sakripisyo ng mga dilag na ito.

Kahirapan?

Walang makain?

Yumaman?

Sa bagay, sa totoo lang, kikita ka talaga sa larangan ng prostitusyon, palibhasa, walang magawa ang putang inang pamahalaan natin sa pagbigay ng matinong trabaho sa nakakarami. Maraming dilag (na karamihay'y tubong probinsya pa) ang nagpapaka-iskolar samantalang sila'y ginagawang mga puta.

So, pugad na ba talaga ang Pilipinas ng mga puta?

Nakakatakot!!!!

Nobyembre na naman. Uso na naman ang mga kung anu-anong nakakatakot na bagay. Sure ako, bebenta na naman ang series ng True Philippine Ghost Stories na kinahihiligang basahin ng maraming deboto nito. Mag-lalabas na naman ang ABS-CBN at GMA-7 at TV5 ng iba't-ibang horror documentaries. Papalo na naman ang bentahan ng mga maskara ni Satanas sa Toy Kingdom at 168. Magdadaldalan na naman tayo tungkol sa mga multo, aswang, santermo, kapre, patay na bangkay, kamatayan, atbp.


Halloween na naman. Uso na naman ang pagti-trick or treat ng mga bata.


Pero sa realidad, talagang inimbento ba ang selebrasyong ito para kumita na naman ang iba't ibang mall dahil sa dagsa ng mga mamimili ng kanilang mga nakakatakot na produkto, na sigurado ay tumataas ang sales pag-dating ng last week of October.


Minsan ang OA na talaga natin. Lalo na tayong mga Pinoy. Hindi ba't parang child abuse o parang pornography na ang ginagawa natin sa mga batang pinag-cocostume natin ng kung anu-ano? Hindi ba't masyadong pagmamalabis na ang ginagawa ng mga firms na nagpo-produce ng nakakatakot na mga gamit, decor, o costume na paminsan-minsa'y may lead content rin.


Hay, sayang lang 'tong blog na 'to eh. Ang pananakot sa ating mga kayumangging balat at puting bayag ay hinding-hindi na talaga mabubura sa ating popular na kultura.

Saradong Katoliko ang mga Pilipino

Isa marahil sa pinaka-magandang ugali ng Pilipino patungo sa popular na kultura ay ang pagiging masidhing mananampalataya. Lalo na sa 80% ng Pinoy na 'di umano'y mga "saradong katoliko." Pero itong masyado nating pagiging relihiyoso, ay sa totoo lang, malayo talaga sa tunay at awtentikong tawag sa atin bilang mga Kristyano.


Ika nga ng isa kong kilalang theologian, ang simbahan raw ang sentro ng mga baliw sa buong daigdig. Ang article na ito ay nais ipamukha ang ilang mga, sadyang dehins na dehins ang pag-angkop sa buhay-Kristyano.

Kuha mula sa lumang parokya ng San Felipe Neri sa Mandaluyong.

Una- ang mga hipokrito't hipokrito na ilang beses tinira ni Kristo sa kanyang mga sermon noon sa Israel. Maraming "saradong Katoliko" ang nagpapaka-'sagrado' kuno dahil sa kanilang mga samu't saring mga practice sa pagdarasal at paglilingkod sa simbahan. Maituturing kayang 'act of charity' ang pag-donate ng mga silya sa simbahan na may mga naka-ukit na pangalan ni re-electionist konsehal, vice mayor, mayor, barangay captain, atbp. Kabilang sa mga hipokrito ay yaong mga mayayaman na kadalasa'y naka-habito pa ng debosyonaryo sa Birhen ng Lourdes. Aba, ang mga ito'y mahilig maglabas ng mga santo rosaryong may amoy ng rosas. Ito rin ang mga mahilig kumausap sa mga pari at akala mo kung sino maka-astang banal sa loob ng simbahan. Itong mga hayop na 'to rin ang mga nagsisilbi sa santa Iglesya at akala mo kung sinong kabanalbanalang mga santo.


Tandaan natin na hindi ang panlabas na anyo o pisikal na mga ritwal ang nagpapakita ng tunay na pagbabanaag sa ating Poon.


Ikalawa- ang mga lingkod simbahan-mga kaparian, mga obispo, atbp. Nakakatawa lang isipin na itong mga relihiyosong ito na ngako sa harap ng bantayog ng Diyos noong sila'y damitan ng kanilang pagiging mga Alter Christus ng buhay na naka-ikot sa sumpang "obedience, chastity, and POVERTY" ang sila ring bumabali nito. Lalo na sa poverty. Poverty pa ba ang ipinapakita ng mga pari na nagpapatakbo ng mga unibersidad na ang presyo ng edukasyon ay higit kumulang Isang-daang libong piso (P100,000)? Poverty pa ba ang buhay ng paring Dominiko o Pransiskano na ang kotse ay mga brand new model? Eh ang mga obispo pa kayang, animo'y isinangla ang prinsipyong naka-ugat sa VERITAS (katotohanan) kapalit ng mga malisyosong mga donasyon ng corrupt na pamahalaan?


Ewan ko lang po, Santo Domingo at San Francisco!


Ikatlo- ang hindi pagganap ng mga Kristyano sa misyon nila bilang mga 'Kristyano'. Sa ating binyag ay binasbasan tayo bilang mga "Hari-Propeta-at Pari" sa ngalan ng Banal na Sangtatlo (Holy Trinity). Ang misyon natin bilang pari ay hindi natin masyadong nagagampanan. Hindi ibig sabihin ng pagpaparing ito ay ang pagsuot ng mga habito't sutana. Ang pagkaparing ito ay ang ating pag-aalay sa panginoon ng buhay natin. Ano pa ba ang naiaalay natin sa Diyos, pwera sa buhay nating umiikot sa mga dinidiyos nating salapi, karangyaan, at libog. Ang ating pagiging propeta rin! Maraming nawawalan ng landas dahil hindi natin ipinapahayag ang Mabuting Balita (Evangelio) ng Diyos sa pamamagitan ng paggabay. Puro tayo 'salita ng Diyos...Amen', pero 'di natin iniintindi. Isang halimbawa ay ang absence ng Panginoon sa mga binatyilyong nagpatayan sa SM dahil sa bawal na pag-ibig. Bakit kaya nawala ang konsepto ng Diyos sa gitna ng trahedyang 'yon!


Bihira sa atin ang nakaka-intindi at tumutulong sa pagpahayag na may Diyos tayong mapagmahal.


Ikaapat- ang ating pagiging 'party-animal'. Mahilig tayo sa mga bonggang selebrasyon. Hindi ba't sa kahit anong pista, ay mas pinupuntahan natin ang misa ng obispo kaysa sa hamak na pari. Ewan ko ba kung bakit ganito ang konsepto natin sa hierkiya ng misa, eh sa pangalan ng Eucharistic Theology na nagsasabing ang bawat misa-kahit sino ang ministro-saang kapilya o katedral o parokya ay pare-pareho lang. Si Hesu Kristo pa rin ang ipinapahayag ng bawat misa. Isang kaso rin ng pagiging 'party-animal- natin ay ang kumakailan na pagtatalaga kay +Most Rev. Luis Antonio "Chito" Tagle, D.D., S.T.D. bilang bagong Arsobispo ng Arkodiyosises ng Maynila bilang kapalit kay +Most Rev. Gaudencio B. Cardinal Rosales, D.D.. Ewan ko lang ba kung bakit ang daming ek-ek sa mga taong lingkod simbahan, eh hindi naman sila 'yung i-install. Samantalang 'yung ii-install palang ay tahimik lamang. (Abangan ang special tribute ng blog ko para sa kay Cardinal Rosales at Bishop Chito.)


Ikalima- ang ating pagiging panatiko. Laos na marahil ang isyu tungkol kay Kuyang Mideo Cruz at sa kanyang exhibit sa CCP na nagpapakita ng imahe ni Kristo na may mga kadikit na titi. Pero, sa totoo lang ay sobra na ang ating pagiging panatiko sa mga imaheng ito. At kung bakit ang daming mananampalataya ang hipo ng hipo sa mga imaheng ito sa simbahan sa bawat dalaw nila sa simbahan. Kaya napagkakamalan tayong mga pagano ng ibang sektang Kristyano dahil sa ating mga practice patungo sa mga imaheng banal. Dahil 'di umano'y sinasamba natin ang mga ito. Sa pananampalatayang Katoliko ay hindi talaga dapat sinasamba ang mga imaheng ito, bagkus ay bigyan natin ng angkop na paggalang at respeto.


Tandaan- hindi imahe ng mga banal ang dapat nating ukitin sa ating pagkatao, bagkus ay ukitin natin sa ating sarili ang kanilang angking kabanalan na nawawala na sa ating buhay-espiritwal.


Ang tunay pong paglilingkod, pagbabanaag, at pagmamahal sa Diyos ay hindi ayon sa ating pisikal na pagpupuri-hindi sa opisina ng paglingkod-hindi sa dami ng misa-at hindi sa mga panata sa mga likhang ukit sa kahoy, bagkus ay ayon sa ating pananampalataya na buhat sa ating puso.






"Always humble yourselves lovingly before God and man, because God speaks to those who are truly humble of heart and enriches them with His gifts."
-Saint Padre Pio da Pietrelcina, Franciscan-Capuchin saint and mystic.

American Junk

Our country is said to be independent from the mother fucking sons of bitches who held the pearl of the orient seas for about 45 years as their imperial captives. Yes, I believe, but in a physical state alone.

The Philippines, with all honesty, is a country still under these arrogant white chongos, be it in terms of education, language, and mentality.

Our colonial mentality that hails from the Americans still stands as the biggest factor of corruption in the Philippines. This article would like to attempt to expose proofs to my statement.

First, these Americans claim that our country is a country of bitches, of sluts, and of prostitutes. According to the “black pussy” (as coined by Ms. Marlene Aguilar) Ambassador Harry Thomas, many foreign tourists are coming to the Philippines just for sex tourism. At first sight, I doubt if he does it too. How dare he judge those innocent young women!? By the way, he’s country is simply and materially the biggest sex center, right? At least kahit paano, may marami pa namang 15 years old na virgin dito sa atin.

In APO Hiking Society’s song, “American Junk”, the legendary OPM trio pronounced that they give us their tiknoloji (technology) just to get our money and capture our natural resources. The “American dream” that is adapted by many Filipinos, in deed, steals our natural resources: the Filipino workers. It’s not really bad to dream to work to other countries, but there are many Filipinos abroad already. Pinayaman ang ibang bayan…pamilya’y iniwanan.

Lastly, they corrupt our Filipino identity. Our identity us Filipino is truly critical as of the moment, due to the different illusive influences they brought to us: media, technology, etc. They steal our being Filipinos. They are stealing our nation’s soul.

APO Hiking Society singing their hit classic, "American Junk"

So I there fore, would like to part take in an activist activity against the “Aquino-American” administration in the Philippines. Mr. Aquino, if you are really driving a drive against mass corruption in the Philippines, please do not collaborate nor avoid joining forces with this goddamn sons of bitches, who actually and invincibly corrupt our Filipino spirit.

Happy Birthday John Lennon

Kung buhay lang ngayon si John Winston Ono Lennon, 71 years old na sana siya.


Kilala niyo ba si John Lennon?


Siya lang naman yung dating lead vocalist ng The Beatles.


Siya yung nagpa-uso ng mga kantang 'Imagine', 'Jealous Guy', 'Stand by Me', atbp.


Isa ang pangalan ni Lennon sa may pinaka-malawak na impluwensiya sa popular na kultura. Ang mga kanta niya ang nagbigay kulay sa mga peace activists/advocates noong dekada 70's. Although atheist siya, iniidolo ko pa rin siya dahil sa pagiging malupit niyang artista, musikero, at higit sa lahat, aktibista.


Hay, sana buhay pa ngayon si John Lennon sa kasalukuyan, patuloy ko siyang hahangaan at iidolohin. Dapat rin natin siyang idagdag sa listahan ng mga idolo nating musikero. Bakit? Because for me, John Lennon's music is simply the music that erases the preconceived notions that we have in music. His music is highly influential.


Mabuhay ka Mr. John Winston Ono Lennon, a.k.a. JOHN LENNON!


Peace!

Pag-ibig sa Gitna ng Dalawang Binatilyo

Ang balita na marahil ay hinusgahan ng maraming konserbatibong at nagmamagaling na Pinoy ay ang pagpatay at pagkakamatay ng dalawang binata. Sila Jonathan Salvador (16 years old) at Jake Emerson Perez (13 years old). Napaka-bata pa nilang dalawa na pasukin ang masidhing mundo ng pag-ibig-lalo't higit ang pag-ibig para sa kapwa Adan.

Noong una kong marinig ang nasabing balita ay napamura ako, dahil sadyang napaka-bata pa nila. Subalit noong mas pinalalim ko ang aking makitid na utak ay napag-tanto ko na "oo nga pala, mahirap husgahan ang pag-ibig." Batid ko na tunay ang pagmamahalan nila- as in 'yung pag-ibig na hindi katulad ng ibang bading na sadyang sex lang ang habol.

Pinatay ni Jake si Jonathan dahil sa selos. Makikita ang iba't-ibang uri ng pag-eemote sa T-shirt ni Jake na nagsilbing suicidal note niya. Binigay niya raw ang lahat.

Hindi natin mahuhusgahan ang ginawa nilang pagmamahalan. Sabihin nating "bawal" o "immoral" ang kanilang pagmamahalan, hinding-hindi natin sila mahuhusgahan. Hindi ba't kung tayo'y may minamahal na babae o lalaki o bakla o tomboy, ay gagawin natin-ibibigay natin-ilalaan natin ang lahat ng ating pagmamahal para sa ating iniibig.

Sabi nga ni Baltazar sa Florante at Laura, "o ang pag-ibig, hahamakin ang lahat, masunod lamang."





 

Anong Nagyari sa SM?

Nakakasuya na talaga ang animo’y paulit-ulit at nakaka-bobong mga usapin at balita na hatid sa atin ng media tungkol sa pare-parehong kaso ng pagpatay sa loob ng pinaka-sikat na mall at tambayan ng sambayanan. Ang SM.

Sa loob lamang ng taong ito ay naitala na ang tatlong kaso ng pagpupuslit ng baril sa loob ng nasabing mall. Una na rito ang nangyari sa Iloilo, na hindi masyadong natutukan ng husto ng buong bansa. At actually wala talaga akong kamalay-malay sa pangyayari na yaon sa pinaka-binabanaag na pasyalan sa aking rehiyon sa Western Visayas.

Pangalawa na ang unang tinutukan ng national media, sapagkat malapit ito sa building ng dalawang malaking institusyon ng pamamahayag (ang ‘dos’ at ‘siyete’). Ang barilan sa SM North EDSA, Quezon City. Sang ayon sa mga taliba, may isang asawang nagseselos sa kanyang mister (na actually, di umano’y hiwalay na sa kanya ng loob ng dalawang taon) at binaril niya ito. Nais niya rin sanang itigil ang pag-eksiste sa mundong ire, subalit may naki-KJ na ‘jaguar’ o security guard na siya ring nabaril at namatay.

Ang panghuli at naging tampulan ng mapapait na kontrobersiya, ay ang nangyari sa SM Pampanga. Na kung saan hindi tungkol sa mag-asawa o boyfriend-girlfriend issues, ngunit ito’y tungkol sa dalawang binatilyong nag-iibigan! (Ang issue na ito ay mas papalalimin ko pa po to sa sunod kong blog).

Anong naging aksyon ng mga nangangalaga ng seguridad ng mga mall?

Malamang, nagpaka-OA na naman sa pag-inspeksyon ng mga bag at (pag-chancing) sa mga pumapasok sa mall.

Naging biktima ako ng ka-OAhan na ‘to eh.

Huwag kayong mag-alala, lilipas rin ‘to. Alam mo naman tayong mga Noypi, paweather-weather lang ang lahat.

So, sa gustong sundan ang yapak ng mga namuslit ng baril sa mall, may tip si Pintakasi sa inyo.

Sa Marketplace Kalentong nalang kayo bumira mga pare! Kung saan wala nang pakialam ang mga sekyu sa mga mamimili, ni hindi na nga kumakapkap eh. At kung saan may SOGO motel rin-para may ‘mi ultimo adios’ ‘di ba?

Muhahahaha xD

Recto Reflections

Our forth year high school batch (batch 2011) seems to be very happy and fortunate, for (still) an understandable reason why on earth did the Department of Education allowed us pass high school without taking the National Career Assessment Examination or NCAE. (muhahahaha xD). By this reason, other high school students enjoyed to have their mere holiday vacation, especially here in the Metro, which recently suffered from Typhoon Pedring’s wrath. Well, for me and two of my classmates, we took this golden opportunity to travel and seek investments for any collegiate school. I was actually accompanying them to UST (University of Santo Tomas), but eventually I asked them to accompany me (to inquire, as if) to Recto, Manila-the home of the Philippine’s University Belt, merely to seek their delight in enlightening through the crossroad path of Recto, through reflections. I believe that I failed, sarcasm aside.

Walking through the ever odorous paths of U-Belt, I saw a sudden reality-reality that for others may be an epic. U-Belt is the living symbol of what my favourite writer, Nick Joaquin once quoted that the true identity of the Filipino is the Filipino seeking his identity. How will I then prove this reflection? Deforming my euphemistic sense, amidst all the fake stuff: those fake electronic cigarettes, sex toys, reggae for sale fashion get-up, and P250 worth of motel accommodation, people still, I mean, Filipino, no, no, metropolitan Filipino people still adore or let’s say, patronize these shits.

Well, proudly, this is the Filipino pride.

And I’m not insulting those people who make tangkilik of these things, because for Pilate’s sake, I am one of those avid buyers of Recto-made products. I’m even proud of those ‘criminal’-rooted vendors, who are trying to earn for a living, than those beggars who unconscientiously use their young kids as mere mascots to make other people feel pity for their corrupted poverty.

Concluding, I realized therefore that Recto, Manila-the pugad of colleges and universities; of low-paid motel rooms; of scholastic putas; of smoking students; of vendor-syndicates; of tambays; of cheap and kalye bookstores; and of pilyong pilosopos- is the main status symbol, or frankly speaking, THE PERFECT SUMMARY OF PINOY POP CULTURE.

(SALAMAT SA MGA NAKASAMA KO )

Martial Law 39 years ago

Last Wednesday (September 21, 2011) the Filipino nation once again remembered the greatest historical tragedy in our country. A tragedy not caused by fat men who wear long vestments (that were merely used as costumes to convert the pagan archipelago) with chastity belts or also known as cinctures (also available as the ‘chase the “tt” belts) that were tied around their hypocritical stomachs. Nor was it caused by white skinned sons of bitches, who boldly dominated our small republic and named as their state. It was caused by our own fellow Filipino, the late Ferdinand Edralin Marcos, the President-Dictator of the Republic of the Philippines (1965-1986).

For history’s sake, it was September 23, 1972 when a broadcasted speech of the dictator appeared on national television in which he officially decreed the effectiveness of Presidential Decree No. 1081 that rules that the entire Philippines is placed under martial law. Marcos’ primary basis for his proclamation of martial law was that the suspension of writ of habeas corpus was not enough to stop the pursuing violence caused by militants who are against his rule. One of which was the Plaza Miranda Bombing during a Liberal Party campaign rally on August 21, 1972.

This stage in history is considered as the darkest page in our own democratic Philippines. Many were put to jail, including the venerable Senator Benigno “Ninoy” Aquino, Jr. who was one of the dictator’s biggest political opponent. Many student-activists from the University of the Philippines (UP) and from the Philippine College of Commerce (now Polytechnic University of the Philippines or PUP) were arrested due to their strong allegiance with the communist forces.

According to my facebook friend who commented on my wall post, being an activist during those days was thoroughly hard. When FM declared martial law, they were in Bulacan, hiding from the military forces who were haunting them. There were members of the PCC student council who were lost, and even at present are. One of them was his (my fb friend’s) best friend, Romy Banaga, student activist and president of the PCC student council. Another recollection came from my mom’s fellow worker, whose sibling is still lost from the hands of the military up to this date.

My intuition tells me that they were either killed by FM’s forces or is still now breathing and fighting in the mountains as members of the New People’s Army (NPA).

It was 39 years ago, almost four decades.

We still exist in its evil spell.

We still live beside its shadow.

But, do we even remember it?

Do we at least care for it?

The democracy-the fresh air-the sunlight we enjoy today were the fruits of those student activists and heroes who fought to defend our raped and abused freedom.

A last note: The dictator now exists in either heaven (sana) or hell (huwag naman po). He’s dead. But as I see our nationhood, we ourselves are not fully aware (especially us the young ones) of our own defects as an individual and as a country.

We (the Filipino people) are now the Marcosistic (or even Imeldific) dictators of our own selves.

MABUHAY ANG PILIPINAS! MABUHAY ANG KALAYAAN!

Bakit ba Inembento ang CellPhone?

Ang cellular mobile phone o mas kilala bilang “cell phone” ay isa sa mga pinaka-mahalagang bagay sa normal na Juan de la Cruz. Super ‘O.P.’ ka kapag wala kang cp o ‘fHon3’( ika nga ng mga letcheng jejemon.)

Sa pag-unlad ng ating minamahal na mundo sa larangan ng teknolohiya ay patuloy rin pag-unlad o ang pag-upgrade ng mga cell phone. Hindi pwede magpahuli diyan ang mga Pinoy. Mayaman man o chimamaa.

Pero sa totool lang mga ‘tol, ano ba talaga ang silbi ng cell phone?

Ginawa ba ito para malugi ang mga internet café dahil nga sa nadiskubre nating o.facebook sa internet services ng ating menu?

Ginawa ba ito para hindi na tangkilikin ng masa ang radyo sa radyo mismo?

Ginawa ba ito para makapaglaro ang mga nabo-bore na estudyante ng Angry Birds?

Ginawa ba ito para maging camera para kumuha ka na lang ng kuha ng mga stolen photos na masarap i-display sa FB at dadami ang magla-like nito?

Ginawa ba ito para kumuha ka ng mga video na nakakatawa, nakakalungkot, at paminsan-minsan ay nakakapagpalibog?

Ginawa ba ito para may mataguan ka ng tini-treasure mong sex video ni Maria Ozawa?

Ginawa ba ito para maging mp3 player?

Ginawa ba ito para ipahayag mo ang lahat ng gusto mong ipahayag: kung nasaan ka, anong ginagawa mo, anong pinapanood mo, kung natatae ka, kung nalilibugan ka, at kung minsan ay kung bad trip ka sa kahit na sino?

Ang konsepto ni Alexander Graham Bell sa pag-imbento ng telephone ay para makapag-communicate ng mas madali sa kahit na sino o kahit nasaan man siyang lupalop ng planeta. Pero sa prinsipyo ng mga ka-kulay ni Juan, ang cell phone ay isang bagay na maaaring gamitin sa kahit na anong bagay.

(Pero sa totoo lang, hindi talaga nagagamit ang mga cell phone natin sa kaniyang tunay na purpose dito sa daigdig.)

Feminismo sa Pinoy Pop-Culture

Marami sa ating mga Pinoy ay masyadong malupit sa feministikong kultura.Ang layon ng blog na ito ay ang pagbibigay impormasyon sa mga kung sino man ang makakabasa nito tungkol sa antolohiya ng maka-Filipinong konsepto ukol sa feministic pop culture ng ating Inang Bayan.

-Ang mga babae sa pre-Spanish era.

Sila ‘yung mga babaeng matatapang pare! Para silang si Amaya at Urduja. Isang halimbawa nito ay ang Ilokanang Prinsesa na si Urduja. Sa aking natutuhan bilang hayskul sa kasaysayan ng Pilipinas, ang mga babaing lalang sa Malayong (ang mga ninuno natin, mula sa panahon ni Lapu-lapu) kultura ay masyadong makimi sa mga kolorete at mga palamuti sa kanilang katawan. Ito ang mga ideal girl sa panahon ni Pula-pula, a.k.a. Lapu-lapu.

-Ang mga Gabriela

Ito pare ang nakakatakot na uri ng babaing Homo sapiens. Pumapatay ‘tong mga ‘to eh. Pero sila lang naman ‘yong mga tipo ng babae na tapat naman sa pag-ibig, at tapat rin sa patalim. Isang mabuting larawan nito ay si Gabriela Silang. (I wonder lang kung may mga Andres de Saya na sa henerasyon na ‘yon.)

-Ang mga Maria Clara

Ang mga kababaihan sa panahon ng ikatlong siglo ng banyagang pamumuno sa Filipinas ay nagsisilbing huwaran sa mga sumunod na henerasyon. Sila ay nagtataglay ng masidhing kahinhinan at kagalangan. Masyadong strict ang parents ng mga ire eh, eh simpleng pagcha-chansing sa kamay bawal eh. Maituturing immoral ng lipunan ang pambabastos sa kanila. Pero sa gitna ng masidhing pamamatnubay ng likhang ‘Urbana at Felisa” ni Modesto de Castro ay matindi pa rin ang pagka-makipot ng mga kababaihang ito. Kaso, dahil sa masyado nilang pagiging deboto sa pananampalatayang Kristiyano, ay animong masusunog ka sa impyerno if you ever dare to steal their purity and virginity. Isang mahalagang simbolo ng mga kababaihang ito ay ang karakter ni Maria Clara sa “Noli Me Tangere” ng dakilang Jose Rizal.

-Ang ‘Awtentikong’ Dalagang Filipina

Dito pumapasok ang mga nabubuhay nating mga kalolahan sa kasalukuyan. Dala nila ang ibang ala-Maria Clara na katangian, pero ‘yun nga lang, may American twist eh. Masyado silang liberal, subalit konserbatibo. May bahid pa rin sila ng pagka-Kastila. Umeksena ito noong dekada 10’s hanggang 60’s. Perpektong halimbawa: Gng. Imelda Marcos y Romualdez. O di ba.. Imeldific?

-Ang Rinepormang Babae

Sila ang mga babae na namulat sa psychedelic pop age. Naging mas liberal ang mga babaing ito, sa pananamit at pakiki-tungo sa lipunan. Mas nabigyan sila ng mas malayang karapatan bilang mga indibidwal. Bumunga itong genre na ito noong dekada 70’s.

-Ang mga Babong

Ito ang dinidiskriba nila Tito, Vic, and Joey na mga kababaihan sa kapanahunan ng mga (kasalukuyang mga Viagra dependent ata) kabataan noong late 70’s at 80’s. Babong ang tawag sa mga kababaihang ito.

-Ang mga Chicks ng 1990’s

Well, dito na nagta-transform ang kasaysayan ng mga kababaihan sa Philippine Area of Responsibility. Noong dekada-90’s ay na uso ang pagsu-suot ng maiksing shorts para sa kababaihan. Ang mga katawan ng mga ‘chicks’ ang nagpa-uso sa pornograpiya at kamanyakan sa society.

-Ang mga Bebot

Sila ‘yung mga talagang modernong Filipina-Liberal. Sila ;yung mga chicks na lagi nating nakikitang mahilig mag-party ng naka-pekpek shorts. Ang mga babaing ito ang nagpapa-init sa inyong lingcod na si Pintakasi. Hot, wild, and sexy.

(Mga Post-Modernong Pagtala)

-Mga Bakla

Ang mga ehem, na chicks na ito ay ang lipon ng mga sawing palad na lalaki naging gay. Nabubuhay ang sex-life nila sa pag-agos ng kanilang matatambok na bulsa, na puno ng pera.

-Mga Iskwater

Ang mga ‘puta’. Hindi natin maiiwasang husgahan sila kung bakit nila binibenta ang kanilang puri. Sila lang naman ‘yong mga (maituturing rin na chicks) mahihilig gumaya sa mga celebrity when it comes to pormahan. Kahit maitim ang kuko sa paa, aba eh… Go lang ng Go. (Marami sa kanila ay ang jejemon ruins.)

Napa-isip ako, “Paano kaya kung walang babae sa mundo? Paano ako gaganahan na mabuhay sa kwadradong daigdig na ito?”

(This work is the ideal outline for my dream book)

Shamcey Fever

The whole country became very hooked up with the Ms. Universe beauty pageant in Saõ Paolo, Brazil. I just can’t believe the crowd who are thoroughly waiting for the announcement of this year’s title holder.

Ms. Philippines, Shamcey Supsup was in deed a favoured candidate. Unofficial internet surveys proves this.

This belief gave us FILIPINOS the hope of having our fantasized chick to be able to win the prestigious (and formal) award given to this universe’s most beautiful (and sizzling HOT) women.

Unfortunately however, our erected flags humbled down in prostration when the emcee declared, “THIRD RUNNER-UP….. PHILIPPINES!!! MS. SHAMCEY SUPSUP….”

Most of us (dismayed Filipinos) began reacting violently with this result.

Worse when they proclaimed Ms. Angola as Ms. Universe 2011.

LETCHE.

In reality kasi, our eyes are very judgmental towards black women. It is hard for a common Noypi to actually accept African beauty. This viewpoint towards beauty is deeply rooted from our Hispanic influence, hence saying that white (and morena or tan) beauty alone can be modified as ‘beauty’ it self.

Most Filipino men cannot (at all) try to attempt or fantasize black ladies in their sexual hallucinations.

But as Filipinos, let’s therefore be proud of the elegant beauty of Ms. Universe 2011 Third Runner-up SHAMCEY SUPSUP.

Let’s as well walk with her pride by (not literally, or if you wish then, SIGE!) her tsunami walk-that ooopps, by the way caught universal fame.

Congratulations to Ms. Universe, Ms. Leila Lopez.

Sosyal Kanser

(Ang likhang ito ay ginuhit ng inyong lingkod na walang houyang, Pintakasi.)

Ang likhang ito ay nagsasalamin sa tunay na kalagayan ng ating nalalaspag na lipunan. MAy tinataglay kasi itong, cancer.

Social Cancer ang naging topic ni Jose Rizal sa Noli Me Tangere. Ninais niya pa itong gawin na lunas dito. Pero hanggang sa kasalukuyan ay patuloy pa rin ang pag-hinga nito.

(Arts and Letters ang tawag ko sa likhang ito. Bagong art genre.)

Sa Aking Paggising (Isang Tula)

Sa aking pag-gising

mula sa mahimbing na kabataan,

Ako ngayo'y lumiliyab na't lumalaban!

Lumapit, at ako'y pakinggan.

Ang mga mata kong dating naka-piring,

ngayo'y bukas na.

Nasisilayan ko na ang pawis at luha,

ng aking mga kapwa maralita.

Naririnig ko na ang iyak ng mga naapi:

Sa gunita ko'y sumasapit,

Sa puso ko'y lumalapit:

Ang dala ng mundong sadyang malupit.

Naamoy ko na ang nanlilimahid na anghit,

ng mga hayop na nagpapa-insenso

sa kinang ng ginto't kayamanan, mga hipokrito!

Poon ang pinapahayag, bulsa ang pinupuno.

Nahahawakan ko na ang mga ketong ng lipunan,

wala akong magawa't lumuha na lamang.

Sa aking kinahahantungan at nasasaksihan,

mga mata kong minumuta'y tuluyang nabuksan.

Sa aking pag-gising,

ako ngayo'y dumadaing.

Sa ulam kong tuyo't daing,

Pahayag ko, sa inyo nawa'y makarating.

Suicide Awareness

Today (September 10), psychologists, psychiatrists, and guidance counselors are campaigning against the mounting number of young people who, due to depression, commit suicidal acts. The bothering part is that it haunts down young people more and more.

Yes- the population who kills themselves dominantly are the youth. They who multiply themselves in facebook, twitter, and friendster (kung meron pa). I just can’t believe why are these so called ‘civilized’ youngsters tend to kill themselves in a very insulting manner to God (if faith still exists in the individual), to his or her parents (if faith and love still breaths in the relationship) and most especially, to himself.

Suicide, for most of us (including myself), is a big stupid act. An idiot alone may afford to do such stupidity. One jumps off from a building because she got pregnant. Someone tied himself to a rope to imitate what Judas Iscariot did, due to the attention that he seeks that was not given to him. A young boy drinks a silver cleaner because of the sermons obtained from his drunken father and recently fucked prostitute mother. While another killed himself after her girlfriend’s announcement on their flash break-up.

We, who do not actually realize their conditions, are thoroughly conclusive towards them. Judging them is an instant choice, isn’t it? Can’t we really, at least, try to understand them?

We who claim ourselves as ‘normal’, treat them abnormally.

Last September 9, 2011, at the University of the Philippines-Diliman Campus, a anti-suicidal walk was organized to make us more aware about this pressing manner. I myself became much more aware about this assumed social theorem.

Committing this stupid act may serve as a joke-thing, but in actual reality, it’s not a joke.

Let’s, therefore then, be aware toward our interaction with suicidal people. They become social threats, especially to our generation. We could correct them through healthy and friendly guidance. Understand them. Tell them that there is still a great and loving God who alone would accept, understand, and above all, love them.

Ang Kultura ng PMA

Isang maituturing na karangalan ang maging estudyante-kadete ng Philippine Military Academy sa Baguio City. Except for the cool weather in the camp, aba eh iskolar ka pa ng bayan (meaning: ang buwis ng taong-bayan ang nagpapa-aral sa’yo).

Lahat siguro ng mga batang lalaki na nai-inspire sa mga pelikulang ang tema ay digmaan at militarisasyon ay nangangarap maging bahagi ng dinadakilang institusyon na ire. Pugad ng mga bayani ang PMA. Dito lang naman galing ang pangalang Panfilo Lacson, Antonio Trillanes, Rodolfo Biazon, atbp.

Katalinuhan, katikasan, at katapangan ang mga matitinding requirements sa academy.

Lately, ay ibinalita sa telebisyon ang mga ‘di-umano’y mga video ng torture at hazing na sinasapit ng mga PMAyer. Iyong video na binubogbog sila’t kinakarate pa ng iba.

Noong eleksiyon noong nakalipas na 2010, sa probinsiya naming ay tumakbong kongresista ang isang PMAyer sa probinsya naming. (Sawing kapalaran dahil natalo lang naman siya). Sa komiks istrip na kung saan nilalahad niya ang buhay niya, nakita ko ang bahagi na kung saan siya (bilang ‘plebo’ o bagitong kadete o first year) ay inuutusan ng nakakataas na opisyal na kapwa kadete na plantsahin ang uniporme nito habang ang kawawang plebo ay naghahanda para sa pagsusulit sa araw ng bukas na yaon.

May kilala rin ako na may kakilalang pumasok sa PMA. Iyon nga lang, hindi tumagal- hindi dahil sa training, kundi sa pakikitungo sa mga kapawa kadete sa matataas na baitang.

Pwera pala sa intensive physical at nationalistic training sa loob ng Fort del Pilar sa Baguio City, bilang kadete ay makakaranas ka rin pala ng mga kahayupan, psychologically speaking, dahil sa mga pasakit sa loob. Tibay ng sikmura lang siguro ‘yan parekoy.

(Kaya minsan naisip ko kung bakit marahil maraming taga-militar ang nagiging balasubas sa pamahalaan at nakikinabang sa mga pabaon at minsan ay naliLIGOTan, este nalilimutan na pala).

Ito ang kultura sa PMA: “BABAWI AKO PAGDATING NG PANAHON.”

Patuloy ko pong ginagalang ang Philippine Military Academy.