borg abunda!

i don't know why, maybe it's because of my addiction to radio programs, but it has become an annoying duty of my bio-clock to bug me very early even after incurring just a couple of hours of good, i mean GOOD sleep.

so here i am, all half-cooked, currently listening to this morning show "Good Times with Mo, Mojo, and Grace Lee," and laughing the devil out of me! seeing that photo down there, i can surmise you're face is already cracking up with hard blows of laughter! let's all be happy today! good times!

here's a verrrry funny entry, posted yesterday on a listener-made blog:

Boy Abunda billboard, photo courtesy of

http://leviuqse.blogspot.com/

Blog reader Chi clued me in to a Boy Abunda billboard that’s now causing a lot of laughter along EDSA and probably some accidents as well… Although I haven’t seen the billboard personally, I did some research and saw a picture of it on the net. It’s for Boy Abunda’s new perfume line and the tagline is a killer: “Kaibigan, nagpabango ka na ba?” ROTFLMAO

Mo asked me to post a picture here for tomorrow’s show and I can’t wait for the reaction from other Good times’ listeners when they see this piece of advertising brilliance, hehe…

Go check it out yourself when you pass by EDSA, according to blog reader Marie, there are some other versions of the same billboard with the same theme located along EDSA near Robinson’s Pioneer…

Definitely some serious competition for the notorious ELLEN billboards…

I can’t wait to shake the hand of the creative genius who thought up this monstrosity, hahaha… And you know what? It’s too early for Halloween!

Damn, tomorrow’s show should be hilarious!

Good times!




*title inspired by one of the hosts, Mojo Jojo: "It kinda reminds me of a character from Star Trek….. parang he’s a “Borg” that mated with Rainbow Brite…. BORG ABUNDA na rainbow edition… oh my! Atesh! I just don’t know where advertising is going to nowadays
At least its “colorful” di b? Hmnnn……"

kwentong kalye #1

i have a big problem with umbrellas.

anyway, in the Philippines, where the weather is as moody as a woman in her menopausal stage, umbrellas are, in a way, strong weapons against sickness. well, can you imagine yourself wearing that Disney-character-inspired raincoat your mother used to embarrass you when you were still a moppet? not to mention your oh-so-redundant mini-umbrella, your shiny, colorful rain boots, and your (uhm, again) cartoon-character-inspired stroller bag with a sheet of plastic cover on—it's like you're in for some mock battle down south! crrrrrazy...

so now that you've earned some respect and an ounce of shame for yourself, you realize that umbrellas and plain logic are somehow enough to spare you from hospital beds. set aside the gangs of virus that flutter in the air. it's hard to escape from their merciless claws anyway.

also, it is only in the Philippines where people can get free umbrellas from fast food restaurants, churches, bus stops, classrooms, and jeepneys, courtesy of their careless fellows. talk about perks, man! but how people love walking with this portable roof on top of their heads, i don't even know. more than that, i can't seem to imagine why grownups, especially the typical women who wear dusters and all that, are so numb, they can't even notice the tips of their umbrellas (yes, tips. ferrule's the one on top. oh, i didn't know that, too!) effing your face like they are in prison! in addition to that "more than that" thing, i will never ever understand why it is so hard for people to shut their umbrellas in a roofed pathway, so as not to cause what i would love to call a "human traffic jam," or hold their umbrellas upside-down if they're already shut, and be sensitive enough not to poke their fellow pedestrians with, ehem, ferrules. people can sometimes be so annoying... and then they get inside the jeepney with their wet umbrellas, their muddy shoes landing on yours, the driver speeding more then ever as if trying to catch up for a date with satan—the heck, fools don't even care if water's drooling from their umbrellas down to your pants! then as you reached your classroom/office/whatever, it's as if you've just entered an umbrella exhibit room, with those canopies lying open on the floor like skirts blown up-ways, and like it takes 12 hours for them to get dry.

well, if you would ask me if i carry one, of course i do. who doesn't? ok, some guys don't... and yey! i just got a freebie last week! sorry, classmate. if it's yours, just approach me. i seldom use mine anyway. an umbrella sleeps in my bag for ages, or that whether or not to bring one is always a self-debate. light rain showers are not alarming for me, unless giants up there start to cry so hard, then it's time to give myself some considerations and be decent-looking enough wherever i'm heading to. i just feel a little ashamed that the way i take umbrellas for granted is a different thing for those who use theirs for shelter... or maybe i just think a lot when i'm traveling.

oh well, an umbrella is still an excess baggage for me! whether or not to bring one is always a self-debate.

nocturne

he's the song that keeps on playing inside my head

the one i turn to whenever in delight

sound of every string on my blue guitar

sad ivory of my grand piano

lip plate of my old wooden flute

the composer of my song

notes on my music sheet

rhythm of my piece

bars on my staff

staccato

tempo

end


he has, by far, the best melody in this world

the perfect blend of music and poetry

his lyrics found a way to touch my soul...

i'll keep on playing him everyday

until he inspires me no more

until there's no magic left...

still, i'll be listening

'coz until now, i

can't seem to find

a new song

for me

yet

circus flooded from taguig to dapitan

seeing the moonlight fade though the cresting waves of Dapitan flood kept our eyes open to see the first rays of the sun; spending that entire moment with a friend who shares the same passion for life is nothing but priceless..

i would have died last night had i not been able to catch even the last three or four songs of the Eraserheads reunion concert. luckily, the hands of God worked in favor of my plans. i had to stick my neck out for that one.. i literally had to crash in! although it was cut short because of ely's condition, the mere fact that those four music geniuses sang their most popular hits that paved way for the rebirth of OPM in the 90s right on the same stage once again was more than any e-heads fan could wish for. one word: bliss!

however, death arrived as the earth gave birth to a new day at midnight. god, we were witnesses to lifting a decapitated man who was swimming in his own blood and splatted organs under a ten-wheeler truck, somewhere along Sta. Mesa! after which, joseinne and i had some beer at Dapitan Square and had some moments to unwind. we ate sisig (no other choice) just like swallowing a bitter pill, with the incident so fresh, so vivid in our memory. it was way traumatic and freaking..

(random: a line from dave matthews band's grace is gone kept on running through my head--"one more drink and i'll move on.")

the first quarter of our sunday was spent with our usual philo talks. that's what i love about my closest friends.. (and god, how i miss my cousin, too!) i could dedicate my whole day talking with them about anything.. not just about what the skin can feel and what the eyes can behold.. these are stories larger than life--those that uplift the spirit and nurture your being. i guess joseinne got it right when she said, "What we really need are people whom we can share our quotes with." you take an effort to know a little of everything and share a piece of you.. but, whatever happened to those who do? lonely, choosy, and bitter.. her words hit me right, "Look at us." haha!

well, one of the nicest benefits of having your school situated in a naturally low-lying area (thanks for the beautiful phrase in defense of UST river, joycee) is that when you got stranded, you tend to have quality time learning the best lessons of life, apart from books and theories alone.. although getting to a safer place wasn't really that easy. this is, by the way, joseinne's letter M on her blog: crossing the flooded lacson street with tina at one in the morning and while both of us were tipsy. yup, almost knee-high flood + booze + 1 a.m. + idiots like us = relentless laughter. but then again, it was amazing how our feet drenched on the same water within which the early-morning people of Manila painstakingly take steps to make a living. i shudder to think how hazy life is in this city.


There hath he lain for ages, and will lie
Battening upon huge seaworms in his sleep,
Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
Then once by man and angels to be seen,
In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.
-from The Kraken; Lord Alfred Tennyson (1830)


and then the sun shone through the same ripples that cloaked the life of Dapitan during those serene moments.. one hell of an experience!

kill the e-heads fans instead

so, mo twister said it...

eraserheads is gonna have its reunion concert this saturday at the CCP. *sigh*
i didn't know how i felt when i first heard it on the radio this morning. it's not because of the P800 or P1300 fee, although, yes, it would have sounded better if the concert was really for free.. hey! don't play hypocrite! we're all in dire need of money, so shut up. although i don't really like mo, i loved it when he said that the game plan was so weak, that the news would just fly into the air like "really? so tapos na yun?"

so what about this strategy? i don't get the point why they had to entice, i mean, lure the people into this much awaited and almost-impossible-but-possible-indeed reunion concert of e-heads for months, only to pull out our wings for a gayer and more desperate situation. i must admit, i want it badly! but i have to come up with excuses and lame reasons to convince myself that i would not, in any way, be able to watch it.

so here are some of my childish speculations. let's just say that the e-heads concert has been announced formally, following the normal scheme of promoting gigs and other major events. whether or not the tickets are for free, it would sure as hell cause panic among e-heads fanatics. ticketnet would be swarmed with an irate mob, wherein people would kill each other with violent blows of smashes and jabs just to secure a single pass for each. there would be a riot outside their main office, after which meddlesome poser youth on skateboards and emo costumes would wrap the vicinity, squeezing voodoo dolls on every hole they see. then they would take out their mini tear gas canisters that they use as self defense from TBS/TST gangsters, take the caps off and then throw them on glass windows for the gas to squirt all over the office.. honestly, i doubt it if no posers would show up their faces in the concert. they make a quarter of the population of the Philippines and they are present at every corner in the country.

or maybe, if the public was properly informed about the event, and that it would be an open concert like those graced by aspiring rock bands (oh well, it pains me, but let's give them the license to be called as such this time) like cueshe and shamrock on liquor-sponsored gigs on barangay halls, then the rest of the humanity who are desperately in love with e-heads would flock to the venue, step onto each other's throat and murder their fellow audience in ripples and waves. they would eventually reach the stage and kill the members of e-heads themselves, taking a piece of limb one by one for souvenirs. oh how i love eric gamalinda's las ruinas del corazon! (i guess this would make a good episode for happy tree friends.)

so now i thank the producers for making the event less-accessible to the public; at least nobody's gonna get harmed. wow! one shining halo for me!

well, i'm not a die-hard e-heads fan, but i love their music down to my last bone.. and now i hate myself for stooping down into the level of being a total dork for signing up for the red list of Marlboro last month, just to have a one-in-a-million chance of securing a ticket for this event.. well, you have to prove first that you are of legal age before being able to pursue with the application, and it was hell! now i think i lost my passport without even having it scanned (procrastination is the biggest tag on my vocabulary). look at what i had to do to sink my teeth into this thing.. and now the concert is just two days away and i still don't have a ticket (i don't even know if they are still available at this time) and a companion, so there are no other means for me to crash in but, yeah, crash in! as if i can, and as if i will...

(see what happens to journalism students after cracking their brains empty with nosebleed lectures on literature, capped with as-if-we-care provisions on taxation during thursdays? and mind you, today is the 28th -- my most unfortunate date -- or at least i started writing this blog on that date. sorry, i just don't have anything productive to do tonight so i played with my keyboard... shoot me.)

newspapers will eventually be like dinosaurs

no, it's not that your favorite daily thinking slabs will become extremely gigantic..

i stumbled into this Inquirer.net news about a metrowide protest vs VAT for wage hike on thursday, and got alamed, not just of what is about to unfold the next three days, but because of the threatening growth of internet broadcast, that it would possibly eat the newspaper industry alive!

Inquirer was fast enough to update the world with the latest whatever, i mean WHATEVER, that the same article i read was posted just about the same time i started doing this blog, and now i'm freakin' scared of what lies ahead after graduation, and it doubles day after day, especially when people talk about the future extinction of newspapers and readers. yes, you read it right. READERS. it's not surprising that more people now subscribe to podcasts than spend their time reading, so how's that? will there be enough place for aspiring writers? or should we imagine ourselves venturing the cyberspace just to give a slice of justice to that piece of parchment called diploma?

my time frame is decaying. my energy needs oil change and iron pumps. my body clock shouts for new Ultimate Lithium batteries. my virtual calendar is in dire need of check-up... and oh, i'm having an LSD! (that's Lack of Soul Disease for you... i learned that from my classmate, Aphrodite) maybe i'm still infected with a lot of graveyard shift diseases that ran in my blood for almost two years, not to mention the circus in school and the overly-polluted metro manila.

i dunno where else this would go... i just feel that my habitual asking of "What day is it today?" should now be "What's in today?" thanks for blogs and online social networks. we're somehow used to this kind of thing.. and to Sir Atalia's workshop, too. we're used to "almost anything."

so after graduation....

HELLO CYBERSPACE!!!

eXXXcuses

presenting...

the descendants of the queen of the blondes!!!




and their unlucky kids....


School Excuses from Parents
SUPPOSEDLY these are actual excuse notes from parents (with the original spelling) collected from schools all around the United States.

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My son is under a doctor's care and shouldn't take PE today. Please execute him. (thanks to Delores Maldeos)

Amy did not do her homework last night because we went out to a party and did not get home until late. If she is tired, please let her sleep during recess time.

Diane was late on Wednesday. She fell asleep on the bus and was taken back to the bus yard.

Please excuse my son from being absent yesterday, because there is a river in our house.

Please excuse Tommy for being absent yesterday. He had diarrheea and his boots leak.

Henry stayed home because he had a stomach ache from eating too much frosting.

Ralph was absent yesterday because of a sour throat.

Please excuse Lisa for being absent. She was sick, so I had her shot.

Please exscuse John from being absent Jan. 28, 29, 30, 31, 32 and also 33.

Cody was absent yesterday because we were out bowling until 2 AM.

Gloria was absent yesterday as she was having a gangover.

Please excuse Gloria from Jim today. She is administrating.

It was my fault Mike did not do his math homework last night. His pencil broke and we do not have a pencil sharpener at home.

Please excuse Roland from PE for a few days. Yesterday he fell out of a tree and misplaced his hip.

Please excuse Wayne for being out yesterday. He had the fuel.

John has been absent from school because he had two teeth taken out of his face.

Tommy wasn't in school yesterday because he thought it was Saturday.

Please excuse Lupe. She is having problems with her ovals.

Scott didn't practice last night because he lost his tooth in the mouthpiece of his trumpet.

Carlos was absent yesterday because he was playing football. He was hurt in the growing part.

Megan could not come to school today because she has been bothered by very close veins.

Ralph was absent yesterday because he had a sore trout.

Jerry was at his grandmother's yesterday, and she did not bring him to school because Jerry couldn't remember where the school was.

Chris will not be in school today cus he has an acre in his side.

Please excuse my daughter's absence. She had her periodicals.

Please excuse my son. He will be out next week slaughtering goats for his manhood ritual. Thank you!

Please excuse Ray from school Friday. He had very loose vowels.

Please excuse Burma, she has been sick and under the doctor.

George was absent yesterday because he had a stomach.

Irving was absent yesterday because he missed his bust.

Please excuse Jimmy from being. It was his father's fault.

Ronnie would not finish his work last night. He said his brain was too tired of spelling.

I kept Billie home because she had to go Christmas shopping because I don't know what size she wears.

Please excuse Jennifer for missing school yesterday. We forgot to get the Sunday paper off the porch and when we found it Monday, we thought it was Sunday.

Sally won't be in school a week from friday. We have to attend her funeral.

My daughter was absent yesterday because she was tired. She spent a weekend with the Marines.

Please excuse Jason for being absent yesterday. He had a cold and could not breed well.

Please excuse Mary for being absent yesterday. She was in bed with gramps.

Eric hurt his knee in a karate tournament over the weekend. He won his age group, but was in too much pain to do his math assignment.

Maryann was absent December 11-16 because she had a fever, sore throat, headache and upset stomach. Her sister was also sick, fever and sore throat, her brother had a low grade fever and ached all over. I wasn't the best either, sore throat and fever. There must be something going around, her father even got hot last night.

The basement of our house got flooded where the children sleep so they had to be vaporized.

Please forgive Clarence for being absent from school the past few days. He was home sick from an operation. He had penis trouble and had to be serpent-sized.

Please excuse little Jimmy from missing school yesterday. His father is gone and I could not get him ready because I was in bed with the Doctor.

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© 2008 compiled from many sources by Howard Daughters

before sunrise: a sort of review :p

dear God,

give me an Ethan Hawke.

someone i will meet on a subway
whose mind i will get to know first
before all the pleasures on earth

someone who still believes in ghosts and fairy tales
whose stories are fresh, innocent, young and new
whose thoughts thrust the deepest

someone i'd love to see when i close my eyes
whose face, lovely as the sunrise
and painful as the sunset

someone whose smile brings new life to the morning
whose voice, cold as the moonless night
his mere sigh completes this journey

we'd be talking forever
about life, dreams, love, and passion
stardust would fall on our hands, and we are married

give us a palmist, a pianist, and playwrights
and people who will drive us crazy,
we'd be lying down the grass, kissing underneath the endless sky

bring us on top of the city
where we can see the lights fading
the world waning, 'til it's just the two of us

and we will meet a poet by the riverside
who will sing away the troubles of our lonely past
and write our story over milk shake and cigarettes

bring us to the cemetery
where we can bury our fears of death
and remind us that tomorrow, our hearts will die in grief

for that man, whom i will meet on a subway
will be the sweetest enemy of my fate
with whom saying goodbye will be the hardest

but let our paths cross again after some years
and give us not a single minute to blame
ourselves, for breaking our promise

grant us, o Lord, the night we had together
i will hold him tight and kiss him
'til we finally consume, all, before sunrise...


Julie

walking in mid-air

i never thought this day would end swiftly as a verse that falls to the soul like dew to the pasture...


The Day the Saucers Came
by Neil Gaiman

That day, the saucers landed. Hundreds of them, golden,
Silent, coming down from the sky like great snowflakes,
And the people of Earth stood and stared as they descended,
Waiting, dry-mouthed to find what waited inside for us
And none of us knowing if we would be here tomorrow
But you didn't notice it because

That day, the day the saucers came, by some coincidence,
Was the day that the graves gave up their dead
And the zombies pushed up through soft earth
or erupted, shambling and dull-eyed, unstoppable,
Came towards us, the living, and we screamed and ran,
But you did not notice this because

On the saucer day, which was the zombie day, it was
Ragnarok also, and the television screens showed us
A ship built of dead-man's nails, a serpent, a wolf,
All bigger than the mind could hold, and the cameraman could
Not get far enough away, and then the Gods came out
But you did not see them coming because

On the saucer-zombie-battling gods day the floodgates broke
And each of us was engulfed by genies and sprites
Offering us wishes and wonders and eternities
And charm and cleverness and true brave hearts and pots of gold
While giants feefofummed across the land, and killer bees,
But you had no idea of any of this because

That day, the saucer day the zombie day
The Ragnarok and fairies day, the day the great winds came
And snows, and the cities turned to crystal, the day
All plants died, plastics dissolved, the day the
Computers turned, the screens telling us we would obey, the day
Angels, drunk and muddled, stumbled from the bars,
And all the bells of London were sounded, the day
Animals spoke to us in Assyrian, the Yeti day,
The fluttering capes and arrival of the Time Machine day,
You didn't notice any of this because

you were sitting in your room, not doing anything
not even reading, not really, just
looking at your telephone,
wondering if I was going to call.


***thanks, monique...

so now this is random

they say and "we" say that july and august are love months. although there is none to share these overflowing emotions that we get from a handful of heart-melting and subtle lines of great poets with, my friends and i, who are so consumed with the potion of staggering words, found a way to at least size them down into a cupped-hand size, say, to sublime and scale them into something bearable by humans...


"if a woman submits herself to a man with whom she does not feel anything, then there must be a pay for that because she suddenly turned herself into a prostitute..."


"love has its destructive nature..."


"Let me come to be still in your silence
And let me talk to you with your silence
That is bright as a lamp
Simple, as a ring
You are like the night
With its stillness and constellations
Your silence is that of a star As remote and candid"
-- from I Like For You To Be Still; Pablo Neruda
(**it is only in your silence that you can say so much....)


"love is like a strong horse for those who cannot handle it..."


"In that book which is
My memory...
On the first page
That is the chapter when I first met you
Appear the words...
Here begins a new life."
--from La Vita Nuova; Dante Alighieri


"love is not situated in the heart, for it decays when you die..."


"To me he seems a peer of the gods, the man who sits facing
you and hears your sweet voice
and lovely laughter; it flutters my heart in my breast. When I see you
only for a moment, I cannot speak;
my tongue is broken, a subtle fire runs under my skin; my eyes cannot
see, my ears hum;
cold sweat pours off me; shivering grips me all over; I am paler than
grass; I seem near to dying;
but all must be endured..."
--Sappho


"because that is the nature of love, because one walks alone
through the ruins of the heart, because the young must sleep

with their eyes open, because the angels tremble
from so much beauty, because memory moves in orbits

of absence, because she holds her hands out in the rain,
and rain remembers nothing, not even how it became itself."
--from Las Ruinas del Corazon; Mario Eric Gamalinda


and again, I also could not find any way to cut these lines short:

"Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example, "The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance."

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me, and sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight tries to find her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.
Her voide, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her."
--Tonight I Can Write the Saddest Lines; Pablo Neruda

how a song transcends the soul

words are not enough to explain as to what extent of glory one suddenly reaches when falling on a deep trance (see the irony? love it!). each song has its own special way of seeping through your bones. the feeling is relative that only you can describe how its fire keeps on burning forever. shoot me for coming up with an unimaginative title and call me whatever you like because at any rate, this is not a "how to" entry.

here's one of the most influential music geniuses of the 80s, the contemporary Christian singer/songwriter Michael W. Smith. probably you're a fellow who grew up with the kind of songs this so-called new generation loves to despise or bastardize nowadays. anyway, another song i love from this music titan is Somewhere, Somehow, which is a duet with an equally great singer, Amy Grant. it's a good toast for hopeless romantics.

i can get hold of the perfect blend of poetry and music in his songs... in his lips, the passion and love for the art... and in his eyes, i can almost see his soul...

i guess this is what you call "real" music.


I Will Be Here for You



When you feel the sunlight
Fade into the cold night
Don't know where to turn
I don't know where to turn
And all the dreams you're dreaming
Seem to lose their meaning
Let me in your world
Baby, let me in your world
All you need is someone you can hold
Don't be sad, you're not alone

I will be here for you
Somewhere in the night
Somewhere in the night
I'll shine a light for you
Somewhere in the night
I'll be standing by
I will be here for you

In this world of strangers
Of cold and friendly faces
Someone you can trust
Oh there's someone you can trust
I will be your shelter
I'll give you my shoulder
Just reach out for my love
Reach out for my love
Call my name and my heart will hear you
I will be there, there's nothing to fear

so far the best date i've ever had

instead of spending P200 over a glass of ice-cold frappe in an irksome, social-climber-infested place, why don't you go on asking a beggar out for a date? believe me, it's rewarding!

i'm not trying to sound like a philanthropist or a wish-a-wish foundation advocate. i didn't even expect that i would be able to experience this kind of thing. in fact, it was a blessing in disguise! i went to Quiapo yesterday without anything on my brain, trying to come up with an interview with the heretics and a cocktail of opportunists that surround the church for God knows how long. i had no plan at all. nada! all i knew was that i wanted to raise the irony in the place; nothing more, nothing less...

i'll try not to go over the details anymore, as this is just like another bullet on my brain. well, maybe tomorrow; maybe later... my fingers never know how to stop...


"i hugged her son. the little angel's touching the piercings on my ear. his giggle was soft... sweet.-- that was by far the most sentimental hug that i have ever felt..."


i seldom go to church, but what happened yesterday was a living proof which reminded me that there is a God.

surfing

matagal-tagal na rin akong hindi nakakadalaw sa yahoo groups ng Bobong Pinoy, the one dedicated for the love of Bob Ong's books. enjoy sa YG na yan. marami kang malalaman kung ano at paano na ang takbo ng utak ng mga tao ngayon. totoo nga naman, hindi lahat ng Pilipino ay tanga; hindi kagaya ng nirereflect ng mga nakaraan, kasalukyan, at mga susunod pang delubyo sa bansa.

hindi ko alam kung anong gumising sa'kin kanina... basta maaga, kahit umaga na rin akong natulog. hindi ko rin alam kung bakit sa tinagal-tagal na nakatiwangwang ng group na yan sa panel ng account ko sa YG, kanina ko lang naisip makiusisang muli sa mga bobong pilosopo.

bobongpinoy · This is where your taxes go!

ewan ko ba kung matatawa ako o ano. para kasing scene lang sa Lilo and Stitch. sabi nga sa peyborit kong series na Pushing Daisies,

Narrator: At that moment, the Pie Maker felt a mixture of happiness and trepidation.
Ned: Why is it always a mixture?

hindi ko rin alam kung ilang mura at barang pa ang matatanggap ni gory-a and the rest of the politicians na nagmamarunong at nagnanakaw at the same time. na-off nga lang ako kasi sa muling pagbisita ko sa bobong pinoy yg, medyo hindi ko nagustuhan yung ilang laman. tapang kasi ng latest post dun: "Walang Kwenta ang Pilipinas." naisip ko lang, wawa naman ang Pinas.. kawawa na nga, kinakawawa pa. sino ba talaga ang may kasalanan? maaaring "walang kwenta sa Pilipinas", pero hindi "walang kwenta ang Pilipinas."

kung kwentahan na rin lang naman ang pag-uusapan, sino ba talaga ang walang kwenta? saan sa tingin nyo napupunta ang tax na lumalatay sa bawat payslip na tatagal lang ng ilang araw ang laman sa bulsa nyo? ano na ang nangyari sa P16 billion na tax windfall mula sa EVAT ng uber mahal na Dubai oil? ano ba talaga ang nangyari sa bigas? natabunan na ba ng tuluyan ang issue sa kuryente? kamusta na ang mga magsasakang halos tumira na sa gilid ng Department of Agriculture? kailan kakanta ng "low low low" ang mga gasoline boy? malilimutan na lang ba ng tao ang balita ni gory-a na P0.50 na lang per text? lalo bang manganganak at mag-aanak ng mga future magnanakaw at makakagawa na ba sila ng sariling tribo at dialect sa bansa? tataas ba sa 1:10 ang hatian sa isang libro? magiging box office hit bang lalo ang lecture ni ma'am sa sobrang kakapusan sa klasrum? pero bakit ang tataba ng congressmen?

ngayon, sino ba talaga ang may kasalanan?

baka naman ikaw. oo, ikaw. ikaw na walang ginawa kundi mag-internet buong magdamag. ikaw na mahilig dumisplay sa gilid ng salamin ng starbucks, suot ang bago pero kahit anong gawin mo ay goma pa rin, gomang havaianas nga lang. ikaw na wala kunong pakialam pero affected din sa paghataw ng pamasahe all the way to P10. sigurado yan. bilang na lang tayo ng ilang araw. o baka naman may car ka. pero kahit anong kaplastikan gawin mo, aminin mo, affected ka rin sa pagtaas ng presyo ng gasolina.

baka rin ako. akong wala ring ginawa kundi mag-internet magdamag. nag-aaral kunyari pero mas gusto pang mag-blog, makiblog at mang-akit mag-blog.

o baka naman tayo. oo, tayo. tayong mga nagbblog, nakikiblog at nang-aakit mag-blog. tayong mga sulat nang sulat at basa nang basa. baka minsan hindi na rin nakakatulong ng mga salita...

ewan ko. may panahon para tumahimik. ang tanging alam ko lang, sabi nga ng ka-blog kong si zkey, "sa panahong kailangang sumigaw, 'wag kang bubulong-bulong..."

an unrequited love

i was promenading through an aisle walled with bounty cards in a nearby bookstore, looking for something to give my cousins and grandma offshore, when something caught my attention and stole my senses; then i began falling into a deep trance.


"You are a lover of words...
One day you will write a book.

People turn to you because you give voices to dreams, notice little things, and make otherwise impossible imaginings appear real.
You are a rare bird who thinks the world is beautiful enough to try to figure it out, who has the courage to dive into your wild mind and go swimming there.
You are someone who still believes in cloud watching, people watching, daydreaming, tomorrow, favorite colors, silver clouds, dandelions, and sorrow.
Be sacred.
Be cool.
Be wild.
Go far.
Words do more than plant miracle seeds.
With you writing them, they can change the world."

i guess this gives a writer the recognition, more than what the Ramon Magsaysay and Palanca Awards can do.
only words can equal the greatness of another.


bullets on my brain:

• a writer writes with all the purity and perfection of the craft, even though nobody reads him.
• it takes real wisdom to understand poetry.
• it's seldom that writers find great thinkers with whom they can share their thoughts. the magic is within their circle and those who can hang on the edges of their fancies.
  
• people are used to despising things they do not know or that which they fail to understand.
• the sweetest marriage is that which occurs between the writer and his pen - the union of the spiritual and the real; the flight of senses; the perfect harmony of words, rhythm, and sound.
• words don’t always come easy.
• having that tiny cursor religiously blinking against a virtual sheet of paper for quite a long while is a scenario which is common to most writers and writer-wannabes.
• "as a writer, you have to grow accustomed to rejection slips and to working in solitude"-blissful begonia
• "a writer is like a boxer in that he must stand alone; when his work is published, his talent is held out there for everyone to see."-Josh Hartnett as Eric Kernan; Resurrecting the Champ
• writing is not just a passion; it's a part of one's being.

(*thanks to blissful begonia for the picture and her beautiful quote)

a perfect sunday morning

In the stifling heat of Tubbataha North Islet, a park ranger counts Red-footed Booby nests. Bird assessors are allowed on Tubbataha’s islets only once a year to conduct the count.
- Photo By Anton Carag of The Philippine Star

if only i could stretch my wings and soar

like a bird on top of the ocean blue

as high as the clouds that frolic

in a chilly wind, I will hold my breath

and feel its gentle rush

against my face, as I sing the last verse



but my hands are feathers no more

and my feet are far heavier, laden with sin

I'll be walking one moonlit night

to wipe the ocean's tears

and fill my heart with joy

as I wait for the coming of a new day

don't you just hate revivals?

i don't know if i just loathe the thought of bringing classic songs into the mainstream media or if it's the unimaginative copycat artists' rendition which dreadfully screw acclaimed compositions, that whenever i hear their lopsided so-called "rebirth", my auditory nerves faint in disgust.

"Leave the classics alone," is what i always say, should there sprout a petty argument on revivals. why can't artists make their own songs? i suppose it would be so painful to be acclaimed for something you do not really own.

considering the fact that not everyone has bagged the absolute gift of music, say, only a few are able to write their own lines, i still believe that it is not a viable excuse for digging songs that were staying holy through the test of ages, silent in antiquity but never forgotten and are still celebrated by music enthusiasts, and owning the credit after fashioning them with their gory styles. that, i think, is so unfair, after all, some radio stations are still devoted to keep the classic songs alive, so why would there be any need to put them back in the mainstream?

renditions can only lead to a massive shift towards the death of classics. i see them as victims of these young hopefuls who are desperately venturing their way to stardom, while killing the legacy that a certain song has earned.

topping my hit list are the vexatious local artists and bands like MYMP, Nina, Arnee Hidalgo, Jed Madela, Shamrock and 6 Cycle Mind. they failed to capture the appeal of the original songs, thus the genesis of their caricatures.

you may want to poke me and ask me why the hell am i listening to them in the first place, but who can ever escape loud stereos in public vehicles and establishments? that's the problem! they are now dragged into the mainstream media, so you can hear these songs being played by bystanders in every street corner, which is so irksome.

sweet melodies are otherwise listened to by shit music advocates, emos, and plain desperate, hopeless romantics. plus the fact that with their "rebirth", classic songs rapidly become attached to corny love teams and half-cooked teeny-bopper movies, and are sung by those who send messages like "OMG he's so HOT!" "that's k3wL!", and those that, as what i have read in some teenage posts, often write in their online journals, "I lOvE jAsOn hE iS sO HotT I waNna Kiz hiM!!!!" and when asked about their favorite hobby, they all scream like sluts, "SHOPPING!!!!" never mind if going to Starbucks means a week of fasting. flaunting. yes, pure flaunting.

keeping up with the times does not suffice any defense for the misrepresentation of the classics. do it with a renowned artwork and you won't have to wait for a minute to get youself killed with raining stones. has anyone seen Mona Lisa in tube blouse and American curls?

Tambay Pinoy: 90s Pinoy Music

A different light dawned upon the revolution of music during the last decade of the 20^th century. As the society became less conservative, music became more aggressive. People, including the youth, could be found merry-making in almost every street corner. With this kind of attitude, Filipino music started to evolve into a less-metered, laid-back fashion, breaking the rules of standard music.

There came the hip-hop Pinoy—the likes of Indios Bravos, and rap, which depicted the realities of living in slums and less-likely-to-live-in areas, and their daily plights.

Francis “Kiko” Magalona was one of the most renowned rappers of the Philippines. As his title says, “Master Rapper,” he became an influential icon within the genre. He was also one of the proponents of Tagalog-English rap, while rapping politically conscious and thought-provoking rhymes. His songs marked the birth of makabayan or nationalistic rap in Filipino hip hop.

Although many people are saying that the birth of Andrew E’s music killed the true OPM rap, no one could ever deny that his songs somehow made its own mark.

Para sa Masa

Who would ever say they did not know Alapaap, Toyang, Magasin, Huling El Bimbo, and Ligaya? Those are just a finger count of Eraserhead’s hits.

The Eraserheads (E-Heads) became a prominent Pinoy rock band of the 90s. its members include the ever famous Ely Buendia, Raimund Marasigan, Buddy Zabala and Marcus Adoro. They worked both in the underground and mainstream scenes of the Philippine music industry.

What’s good with this band is that they did not only write songs of love the way poets did, but added more impression, they way a typical Pinoy share courtly love. Like the Beatles, their songs are not exact poetry in the sense that they did not follow the standard number of lines and did not even use candy-coated words to revamp their music; instead, they made use of mockery and satire.

Not only were they exceptional in making songs of love, the Eraserheads also marked the OPM streams with their hard-hitting songs about serious problems of Pinoy. Poverty, corruption and injustice.

Poorman’s Grave

I know a man who had nothing
He was a poor man all his life
He lived in a shack by the roadside
With starving kids and a loving wife

He went to church every Sunday
He prays from morning until night, he said
Good Lord, why have you forsaken me
When everything I did I thought was right

Refrain:
Now my Life is coming to an end
There’s only one thing I’m wishing for
All my days I have never sinned
So I hope you wont ignore
What I’m asking for

Chorus I:
Oh honey when I die
Dress me up in a coat and tie
Give my feet a pair of shoes
That I haven’t wore in a long time
Put me in a golden box
Not a cross on a pile of rocks
Bury me where the grass is green
And the gates are shining

Chorus II:
Oh honey when I die
Give me a bed of roses
Where I could lie
I’m gonna use up all the money that I saved
‘Coz I don't wanna lie in a poor man’s grave

I know a man who had nothing
He dreamed of satin sheets all his life
He lived and worked like a dog
Licking every boot he sees just to survive

He comes home drunk every night
Wakes up the kids and talks to his wife, he said
Honey you have been so good to me
I only wish we had a better life

Refrain:
And now my life’s coming to an end
There’s only one thing I’m wishing for
All my days I have lived in shame
So I hope you won’t ignore
Just what I’m asking for

Chorus I:
Oh honey when I die
Dress me up in a coat and tie
Give my feet a pair of shoes
That I haven’t wore in a long time
Put me in a golden box
Not a cross on a pile of rocks
Bury me where the grass is green
And the gates are shining

Chorus II:
Oh honey when I die
Give me a bed of roses
Where I could lie
I’m gonna use up all the money that I saved
‘Coz I don’t wanna lie in a poor man’s

Oh honey when I die
Give me a bed of roses
Where I could lie
I’m gonna use up all the money that I saved
‘Coz I don’t wanna lie in a poor man’s grave

Poorman’s grave shows the perfect irony of life. It is an eye-opener, a call for everyone that there are a lot of people who suffer deeply that in their last refuge, the only thing they are wishing for is a decent death, that in their last stay in the soils of earth, they would remember that the claws of poverty is not at them forever.

(this is a recycled blog, originally from our Art Appreciation project last semester: Writerscollide)

Lee Pace Promotes ‘Daisies’ in Monte Carlo

Published by Mel on June 11th, 2008
http://pushing-daisies.com/

Lee promoted Pushing Daisies at the Monte Carlo Television Festival this week, sharing some thoughts on season 2:

Will Ned and Chuck ever be able to touch? Is there a way out of that rule?
No, no way out! They can’t. Ned and Chuck will never touch. If I touch her, she’s dead.

Doesn’t that make you sad?
No. It’s good. It gives us something to play. It would be cheating if somehow we made it to the fifth season, and there’s a special trick, like I hold my ear while I touch her it becomes OK. We have to keep the integrity of it.

Do you feel that’s the heart of the show?
Yes, this show is very much about secrets and people who can’t connect with each other. Ned can’t touch anyone, Olive can’t connect with the man she loves, and the aunts can’t get out of their house. It’s about people who can’t connect and have lots and lots of secrets, and in the second season, which we start shooting on Monday, we really start digging up those secrets.

Will Ned and Chuck start seeing other people in season two?
Maybe. One of the big things that happens at the beginning of the second season is that Chuck moves out. So it’s not going to be easy anymore for Ned. It’s good. They need to see other people.

Is there a moral lesson we’re supposed to take from a show where the lovers don’t sleep together?
That wasn’t the intention. Some people in America have interpreted it like that, and I don’t think it’s a bad thing. These are two people who love each other very much and choose to be together even though they’re never going to get drunk and sleep together. It’s not that show. I think it’s kind of sexy that they can’t touch. It’s the longest foreplay ever.

(from E! Online)

I ran naked with my lover because I love to snort cocaine

got this from huie's site... nice one, but mine is a bit corny, so i used my favorite number instead! :)

Select the month you were born in:

1 (Jan) - I stabbed
2 (Feb) - I needed
3 (Mar) - I ran naked with
4 (Apr) - I killed
5 (May) - I jumped
6 (June)- I smoked with
7 (July) - I ran shirtless with
8 (Aug) - I banged
9 (Sept) - I shot
10 (Oct) - I robbed
11 (Nov) -I slapped
12 (Dec) - I cuddled with

Pick the day (number) you were born on:

01 - the trojan man
02 - a homeless guy
03 -a homo
04 - A mop**
05 - a dog
06 - a rock star
07 - Paris Hilton
08 - my lover
09 - a toothbrush
10 - my boyfriend
11 - a glass of milk
12 - a teletubby
13 - the cookie monster
14 - a drunk
15 - a crack head
16 - a cat
17 - a bum
18 - a whore
19 - a hobo
20 - a stripper
21 - a porn star
22 - Barney the dinosaur
23 - the kool-aid man
24 - an easter egg
25 - my ex girlfriend
26 - a hottie
27 - a bag of weed
28 - a french fry
29 - your mom
30 - a bowl of cereal
31 - jezzy the snowman

Pick the color of shirt you are wearing:

White - because that bitch stole my taco
Black - because I love marijuana
Pink - because I’m good in bed
Red - because I have AMAZING boobs
Brown - because I still love him
Polka Dots - because I hate my life
Purple - because I’m gay
Grey - because I’m sexy like that
Other - because I have double D’s
Green - because I love to snort cocaine.
Orange - because I smoke crack
Turquoise - because I have a noodle in my nose
Blue - because I'm the sexiest bitch alive
Tye dye - because I'm a fucking scuba diver
None - because I have a killer six pack

What's your crazy situation?

belching words

young tina was 16 years, six months, 14 days, 13 hours, and 15 minutes old when she discovered that her reflexes were easily stimulated in such an extraordinary manner, that her impulses were disposed off as mechanic hazardous reactions.

so much for my Pushing Daisies drama!

anyway - a reminder as constant as diarrhea - PD episode 4, "Girth", will be aired tonight on 2nd Avenue, at 8 p.m.

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most of the time, i get to have full control of what my hands and feet would do, in case of extreme irritation and displeasure. i get to control anger before it starts to control me.

the problem begins when my mouth starts to blaze off. i just don't know how to kill its fire.

you are free to think of whatever you want, but scenes start playing on my mind after a commotion. sometimes, i find myself murmuring my supposed-to-be lines, which have flown away while i was at the height of anger.

i don't know, but i don't always end up doing what i say when i'm mad, although sometimes, or most of the time they are half-meant, plus the fact that i'm not good at oral communication, it's just that i feel relieved whenever i get the last word... or that the world stops when i stopped talking.

it's a bit selfish of me, but i know when to defend myself and when to shut up.