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refuting joker

Luckily for Honasan, the evidence against him is not strong thereby facilitating the decision by court to grant him his right to post bail; unfortunately for Trillanes, not only is he being charged of an offense punishable by reclusion perpetua, the evidences against him are strong as he was shown and talked before the television on behalf of the Magdalo group during the foiled Oakwood mutiny.

The constitution provides that all people charged for the commission of a crime shall have the right to post bail; provided that they are not charged with an offense punishable by reclusion perpetua or a minimum of 20 years and 1 day to 40 years of imprisonment; provided further that should a person be charged with an offense punishable by reclusion perpetua, the evidences against him are not strong, as determined thereto by the court through a proper bail proceeding upon.

Joker Arroyo hinted that the law has a double standard as Honasan was allowed to post bail to campaign for the elections while Trillanes, who is being charged with the same offense as that of Honasan, is still being kept locked up in jail. I think that his arguments are wrong, as a capital offense can never fully determine the validity of the granting of bail to a defendant. Evidences of guilt should first be proven to be strong against the latter before he may be denied of his right to bail, otherwise his liberty should not be restrained by mere weak allegation of an offense with a capital punishment.

That is what delineated Honasan from Trillanes, the court has found the evidences against Honasan to be weak while the evidences against Trillanes are strong. Honasan is being charged as principal by inducement, which I think the prosecution has no direct evidence that will prove its case aside from the leaflets of Honasan that where distributed during the mutiny. I think what the prosecution has are circumstantial evidences, which require a bigger burden of proof, as compared to that direct evidences, to be appreciated by the court against Honasan. The same is not true in the case of Trillanes, who is being charged as principal by direct participation, as there are direct evidences linking him to be a direct participant of the mutiny: he was seen a couple of times in the television with his cadres during the entire period of the mutiny and he even served as the Magdalo’s spokesman. These are more than enough for the court to rule that the evidences against him are strong, thereby giving the court a justification to deny Trillanes’ petition for bail.

Whether they are guilty or not remains to be seen. What is clear today is that strength of the evidences against Honasan is weak, and we may see an acquittal unless the prosecution has aces up in its sleeves to convict Honasan. What seems to be the problem in this country? The culture of impunity is just too deeply rooted.

voting frenzy II

This is an updated shortlist of senatorial candidates I will vote on may 14:

Sonia Roco: see previous article

Migz Zubiri: see previous article

Manny Villar: he maintained the independence of the senate when he assumed the senate presidency. And I am still elated when I remember how he railroaded the transmittal of the articles of impeachment from the house of representatives to the senate last 2000. and finally, I think I cannot stomach a de castro presidency on 2010 so I might as well vote for the most qualified to run on 2010.

Jamalul Kiram: I am a Mindanaoan, though I did not grow there. My roots are still in Mindanao and, though the town where I came from is Christian town, I still know the Bangsa Moro’s plight. The Bangs Moro people need representation in the senate because though they are also Filipinos, they culture is relatively different from that our Christians. I subscribe to the classical theory on law that laws are based on the morality of law (see related article) and to effectively legislate for the Bangsa Moro people a Bangsa Moro representative should be elected in the senate.

Joker Arroyo: the job of a legislator is not confined only in making bills, a legislator should also know when to oppose a bill he and his constituents deem to be unbeneficial to the people. The senate should have someone who will provide an effective check and balance in the performance of they senators’ duties.

Zossimo Paredes: after observing closely the Ang Kapatiran party, I conclude that the party has effectively reconciled the politics of pragmatism with that of the ideal politics. I have reasons to believe that he runs his campaign based on issues and platforms and not on name recall.

Those who will join those who I will not vote:

Koko Pimentel: talk is cheap. I have reasons to believe that he has nothing but a bad mouth against team unity and offers no better alternative. I remember he once commented that team unity employs celebrity to win the elections when team unity substituted cesar montano for jerico petilla. Then why am I seeing him beside angel locsin on tv?!!!!!!

Allan Peter Cayetano: you are so talkative

Antonio Trillanes: as much I want him to be in the senate, I realized that as long as he is behind bars he can never, in any way, perform the functions of a senator. He must be present on the floor to vote for the approval of a bill, he must be on the floor to defend the bills he will author, he must be on the floor to provide a control in the senate. But he cannot because he is behind bars for charges of rebellion. And he cannot effectively ask the court to allow him to attend senate hearings if ever elected because the SC has established a jurisprudence, through the case of Jalosjos vs. Court of Appeals, that will deny such petition on the grounds of unconstitutionality for violating the equal protection of the laws clause of section 1 of article 3 of the 1987 constitution.

i can actually sue you you gaddam dirty slut! i can file a civil for damages and recision against you. what you have done was fraudalent. what you did was a misrepresentation and the contract that was perfected between you and your victims was fraudalent. you are lucky that your case lacked one element to hold you criminally liable for estafa! you goddam bitch! i can sue you for moral damages. look what you have done, someone has acquired a sleeping disorder! i can create the pleading myself today if only i have to permission to do so. i can file it tomorrow at manadulyong rtc and i can litigate it myself. that is how good i am. so i suggest that you make life a little better for your tenants or else i can make your life a little miserable!!!!!!!!!bitch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sa sulok nakakubli
Pilit ang pagpigil ng pagpagod
Ang dilim bumubulag
Ang pagtulo ng pawis sa labi
Kinukubli ang pagtangis
Walang tila ang alingawgnaw
Bukas doon ka
Ngayon dito
Ito ang nararapat
Ito ang natatangi
Halika
Pumunta ka doon
Dito
Doon
Parao’t parito
Pilit kinakapa
Hinahanap
Ang daan sa gitna ng baha
Hinahanap ang hangin sa paginit ng gabi
Hinahanap ang lakas sa gitna ng paghina
Hinahanap ka sa pagpigil ng mga hinanakit
Hinahanap ka
Nagiisa ako

broke

lets talk about money shall we?

money is something man earns merely to live and not to live for. scarcity of it should not be, in any case, a burden too much to spell unhappiness. well at least in the ideal scheme of things this will remain true.

a driver of the service i was riding on from a provincial sortie last 2004 said in reaction to my comment that money is not worthy of praising that it is easy for the young to say money is dispensable because those who can say it have a lot of it. he emphatically said: "pagdating ng araw at mamomroblema ka sa pera at hindi mo alam kung saan makakakuha iikot ang tumbong mo kakaisip na baka isanla mo pa ang kaluluwa mo magkapera lang."

i thought of the comment as cynical until i had experienced what he said myself.

Like I said, I have been broke since july of last year, the longest period thus far. Such reality never dawned on me until the inflow of resources has been cut. For more or less a month now I have been experiencing drought and I do not know where to find some money. The situation could have been tolerable had I not have a life to maintain.

When I ran out of money and the source has been cut temporarily pending this summer vacation I have realized that it is no sin to steal to survive. Show me a starving man stealing to eat and I will ask you to spare him of your damning prejudices.

I have ridden a bus without actually paying for it and I have stolen 50 pesos from my kid brother just to maintain the life I have known. I pity seeing myself walking towards the nearest mrt station instead of taking the public utility bus towards it just to save some for a decent drink. I pity seeing myself drop dead thirsty standing in front of a walk in refrigerator and scan the prices of the bottled drinks hoping that somehow something would cost 9 pesos or cheaper. I pity seeing myself walking out of that convenient store swallowing my saliva just to moisten my darn trachea. I pity myself.

I hate being broke. I am so tired of being broke. I am tired of going thirsty and hungry helplessly, I am tired of riding the city buses just to save cash, I am tired of thinking where to get the money to maintain the life I know, I am tired of disappointing my significant other just because I have nothing already to pay a jeepney fare!

I am tired of being broke, can somebody please hear me. I am tired of being broke, can somebody please understand. I do not need money, I need comfort… I need comfort!!!!!!!! Please stop me from feeling alone I am so god damn tired of being broke! I am so god damn tired of being broke and look back to see if someone could give me the comfort I also need and see no one! Please hear me god damn it! Please understand. I can be a source of strength to those who need it but this time I want mine to be close behind. But I see no one

salvation

By Conrado de Quiros, PDI's There's the Rub 4/5/07

MANILA, Philippines -- SONIA Roco has a story for these holiest of days. She was one of the survivors of the killer earthquake that struck Baguio in July 1990. She was at the Nevada Hotel attending an NGO conference sponsored by USAID. She tells her ordeal thus:

“We were having merienda. I wanted some tea and started off to the end of the long table where it was. Suddenly things began to rock violently. I was a little shaken, but told myself this was normal. This was Baguio. My first instinct was to retrieve my bag which I had left in my chair. Then the chandelier fell. I felt myself hurled down by a terrible force. While hurtling to the floor, I caught sight of something. It just took a second or two, but everything seemed to be happening in slow motion. I saw two legs jutting out from what seemed like solid rock. It was almost comical because the legs were flapping.

“It was the last thing I saw that day. The next instant, it was dark. Completely, absolutely, utterly dark.

“Then shouting, shrill screams. Things were thudding around us. I could see nothing, not even fuzzy outlines. I closed my eyes and opened them. Same thing. I began touching things furiously, like a blind person.

“I made a mental picture of the room. The table had fallen on its side, its legs sticking out. I was lying inside it. There was a guy behind my head. His breath came in spasms, and then he groaned. I felt his slippers push into my head and then his feet went limp. He stopped moving.

“I was lying on my back. I stretched my legs upward to see how far they would go. I touched solid matter with them still bent.

“I began shouting, ‘Peach! Peach!’ (Peachie Roco, married to Raul’s brother Cho.) I heard a voice shouting back not far from me, ‘Son! Son!’ People were screaming and groaning, some in pain, most in fear.

“I asked Peachie if she was OK. She said she was hunched over a table and her feet were wedged into something. She couldn’t move. I had no idea how that looked. But I knew she was in pain.

“Then it struck me: I’m going to die.

“The tremors did not stop. They kept coming from all sides, up and down, side to side. You could feel every ripple and half-expected everything to just fall down. Each time it happened, I clung to the legs of the table.

“I began praying: ‘Lord, my life is in your hands. You created me, You can take me back any time you want to.’

“The next moment, I became very practical. I started an inventory of things still just by touch. Paper, vase, an electric fan that had toppled over. I said to the girl beside me, ‘Mia, let’s pee into this vase, maybe the rescue will take time. We might end up peeing all over the place. She said yes.

“We all knew the time because someone had a penlight and would flash it on his watch now and then and call out the time. At about 4 o’clock in the morning, I heard Peachie groaning. She whispered, ‘Son, I can’t take it anymore. My legs are numb. I’m so tired.’ Those were her last words.

“The hours crawled by. Slowly, I resigned myself to my fate. I began muttering: ‘Mother Nature, this is our fault, we have abused you for so long. (I had been to Baguio many times and seen the mines there.) You have a right to be angry. For years, we stabbed you in the womb. Now, we know what it feels to be inside it, to see the damage we have done.’ I didn’t know if it made any sense. I didn’t care.

“Intermittently, things would shake violently and then stop. It had been a day and half since the earthquake struck and I hadn’t slept all that time. I was getting thirsty and hungry. The muscles on my face were twitching and my lips were dry. It was getting very hard to swallow. And the room now stank of urine and feces.

“I felt very, very tired. I surrendered myself to my Creator. I didn’t know if it was just fatigue, but I began to feel peace. I felt myself floating. I didn’t know whether I was asleep or awake. It was in that state that I heard the clicking sounds.

“It started faintly. I thought I was imagining it. Or dreaming it. But it got louder and became clearer. It was the sound of metal hitting concrete. It was coming from below us. They had gotten to us! They were hammering underneath us!

“We realized it almost at the same time. We chorused, ‘We’re here! We’re alive! We’re alive!’

“Unbelievably, the first hole they bore was nearest me, at my foot. As soon as the hole was big enough, someone shouted, ‘Who’s there? Who can hear us?’ I shouted back, ‘Sonia! Sonia Roco!’

“I had no idea how I looked. They would tell me later that I looked like I had just come from a war. The stench behind me, where I had come from, was overpowering. They were all wearing masks over their mouths, but I noticed that only at back of my mind. I was sobbing and sniffing and trembling.

“I heard Raul’s voice before I saw him. I turned on him resentfully and said, ‘Why just now? Why did you take so long?’

“Raul said apologetically, ‘May kahirapan (It was a little hard).’ It was the understatement of his life.

“‘Salvation’ is a word you hear all the time. I heard it a lot when I was studying catechism. And I said it a lot when I was teaching catechism. But like the words of a prayer, I had never really stopped to wonder what it meant.

“Looking back, I never knew the people who came to pluck me out of the darkness. None of them had to do it. Most of them had families, too. But they took the risk—the structure was fragile. It could have collapsed and buried them along with us. Probably more lethally because they were under us. But they did what they did, and because of that, I am still alive.

“It’s enough to restore your faith in God and people. It’s enough to give you a deep sense of mission in life. It’s enough to make you see the beauty and wonder of life.

“That is salvation.”

You see yourself “locked” in a room with laps together and arms above them learning shapes and the color of water that trickles down your window. You learn that nine increased by another nine is eighteen, that f(x) is a function problem, that rizal is our national hero, that America was our ally in the WW1 and the idea tickles your bones, that the fluid running down your spinal column is the sinuvial fluid, and the 1/tan is the inverse if tan (am I right with this?). You climb a notch higher and learn ad hominem and bramantip, that baroque and renaissance arts are not the same, that the current ratio is the quotient of total current assets by total current liabilities, and that section 2 of article XVII provides for the people’s right to propose amendments to the constitution.

Then you get out of college, you run away from the classroom and you see yourself in a totally different dimension, a place where people say that we kids know nothing about, a place we only know as re-a-li-ty. You begin to wonder how 2 years of pre-elementary, 6 years of primary, 4 years of secondary, and 4 regular years of tertiary (1-2 years of extension if necessary) education, a total of 18 years of you life, had conspired on you only to learn afterwards that everything is bull shit; that rizal was just some chick magnet, who spent all of his money in Europe before the next remittance arrive; who happened to be damn intelligent and a hell of a writer; that america was our ally to protect its interest in our natural resources; that f(x) will not solve how much fare you have pay; that being a CPA will not spell happiness.

This is life as you should know it. You are broke for the longest period of your life, you are stuck in this stagnant existence trying to seize greatness. Only now that you are learning how to ride the bus and never really pay for it, or walk two kilometers because you are two peso short of the minimum fare. Every time you think about how did you get here you are amazed on how you sedated yourself with the idea that you can write, you know people and people know you .

It feels like learning shapes and colors one more time as if you have not learned any because in this dimension we call reality, nothing we have perceived inside the school are what they seem. You can now stop denying, stop saying you and start saying I.

Business talks are boring, but please do read on
When I was in grade 6, cellular phones are rare, if not totally non-existence back then. From then on, we have seen the steady rise of the need of a cellular phone in business, considering the dynamics of trade and its demand. When I was in second year high school, cellular phones were strictly commodities of the wealthy businessmen. When I was in third year high school, I saw the use of cellular phones slowly expanding and I witnessed how it slowly permeated the youth market, using communication as a necessity to sell the cellular phones. When I was in fourth year high school, what seemed to be a slow increase in the youth market for the use of cellular phone caught steam. With the innovations in the technology and the design of the cellular phones, the mass production of more affordable cellular phones, the introduction into the market of the “bill crusher,” an innovation by SMART Communications opening up a market for post paid subscribers aimed particularly at capturing the youth market, which by the way perceived the use of cellular phones as an extravagance and within the exclusivity of the professionals because of the responsibility of paying the bill attached in its use, and the introduction of Short Messaging System, or in the vernacular “text text,” by GLOBE Communications, the youth market skyrocketed and I witnessed the birth of a new pop culture.
Before the emergence of the youth market, Sony Erickson dominated the market for cellular phones with their “ice crusher” analogue phones. Perhaps, the increase in the demand of the cellular phone in the youth market can be attributed to Nokia, a Finnish company engaged in providing the market with communication technology. The youth market boomed when Nokia released its first ever phone geared to capture the youth – the Nokia 5110. True to its purpose, the design of the new phone was sleek and contemporary. Indeed, the steady increase in the market of youth can be attributed to “text messaging,” but Nokia provided the market with an additional feature, which by far, enabled the company to capture the biggest share in the market, the “snake” game. Nokia then released a more contemporary designed cellular phone, the Nokia 3210, then they released the 6110, 6210, 8110 and I have lost my recollection which came next. Each models released was different from the existing commodity, they introduced a cellular phone with a bigger memory capacity, accessories like housings, backlights, etcetera. then they improved the LCD, they released a “colored” LCD, they released a phone with an FM station, and yes, the Nokia 7210 was introduced to the market through the movie “minority report.” It revolutionized the cellular phone and I witnessed the emergence of “camera phones.”
With the innovations in the technology of the cellular phones, coupled with aggressive marketing by SMART Communications and GLOBE Communications, the cellular phone has become a pop culture and they managed to transform the cellular phone from a mere luxury into a necessity which everybody must have because “we have to stay connected!” They are a bunch of intelligent sons of a bitch.
Now the cellular phone has evolved from a mere business tool to a game pad, a camera, a portable radio, of course a medium for communication, an organizer, a video camera, an alarm clock, a tool to help keep a romantic relationship alive. AND I HAVE LOST IT ALL!!!! The whole point of this shenanigan is that I have lost my damn phone!!!!

holy week

It was Maundy Thursday and I felt like slacking around doing nothing. There were shows on the local and cable networks but they never appealed me. I was standing in front of our gate, under the lit light post early in the evening when Anyi, my seven year old favorite cousin came running and asked me to take a walk.

So we did. We walked two blocks from our house then back and took another turn. She was walking with me at first telling me that the bag she was holding contained the toys she got as presents from her last birthday. She asked me why was I standing under the light post and why am I slowly bulging. Then she asked me to carry her on my shoulders and started reading the streets signs of our subdivision.

Pe-ri-dot

Ru-by

Pe-a-rl

Gar-net

Ame-t….. pano yun basahin? (amethyst)

Then I started teaching her to count in Japanese, which I was not totally sure if I was teaching her the correct ones. Ich ni san shi go ruk hich hach kyu dyu. Ich ni san shi go ruk hich hach kyu dyu. “Ich san ich eh ano na nga ulit? Mauna ka kasi susunod ako.”

For the past two years I have been too busy with my dealings that I have failed to notice that this moment is one of those that I used to love before. Sometimes, one get to be happy by just talking to a child. No law, no economics, no society and societal implications, no phenomenology and deconstructions, just life as a kid see it.

let pacquiao run

I am currently working on a legal article that endeavors to argue that the rule against nuisance candidacy by the COMELEC is against the ideals of democracy and rather evinces oligarchy. It is in the process that I realized a basic mistake that we commit every time we learn of an actor running for elective position. Every time we do we always dismiss such celebrity as opportunist, taking advantage of his popularity to win votes in the elections. Little do we realize that it is also these celebrities’ right to run for office. As Filipinos, they are also clothed with political rights to participate in the politics of the country in any legal way they know how, even if it means that they have to run for public office. Let them do so! It is their right and as citizens, their right should only be restrained if there is a clear and present danger of a substantive evil in their exercise of such rights. In this juncture, there is no clear and present danger of a substantive evil in their candidacy.

We also accuse them of being useless if ever given mandate in the government not realizing that the responsibility rests on us not on them. Regardless of whether they really are opportunists or not, or whether they are useless in the government or not, their mandate is not for them to decide! The responsibility rests on us for the sovereign will rests on the people and all government authority emanates from them. No matter how popular they are, they are at the mercy of our votes. If they are useless and inexperienced and they win the blame should not be out upon them but on us who voted for them! It is as simple as wan tu tri God damn it!

I am not rooting for cesar montano in the senate, neither am I going to vote for that actor malonzo for our mayor, nor am I going to vote for pacquiao if ever I am from his province. I am just stressing the fact that elections are our responsibility and not of the candidates. Raul Roco once said that in election, you give the people the choices and you let them decide. At this very moment we are so tired of getting mediocrity from our incompetent celebrity public officials and blame them for it when in reality it is us to be blamed not them! If only we will quit acting saintly and own the blunders that our public officials have committed then maybe we might see the electorate genuinely learning to make their sole vote matter.

quarter life crisis

Sometimes it dawns on you by surprise that you’re no longer where you were and yet you have not gone too far. It has dawned on me twice this week and I would like to call it quarter life crisis, I would like to call it corny and I would like to call this article to be an utter waste of time and bites. However, how can one keep denying something that he sees every goddam day in his waking hour, in the times he stands by the gate staring at the mango tree and caressing his protuberant belly? I wonder how would I stop thinking about how to achieve things this late in my youth. Ah, the struggles of being young, I have to contend with the feeling that I have not gone too far, I have not achieved too much. Of course, you will tell me that I am a law student and in time I would reap the fruits of my labor, I am a writer, I am an aspiring politician (which idea I had drowned due to romantic considerations) and I have connections, but nothing feels more fulfilling than the sight that I am actually working, providing for those who depend on me, and earning for myself. Perhaps you would understand me now because once in your life you have become a bum as I am. I can’t wait to finish my law education but I still have three years

some thoughts

I once argued with my dad and uncle about the present political situation in the country and blamed them and their generations for having done too little if none at all. My father shot back that if he had not done anything for the country, then no one will be in front of them on that same moment fighting for reforms. I felt cheated and dismissed the debate as part of the reality that it is futile to reason out with someone whose reasons are wrecked not by the present political situation of the country but by choice just to dismiss me off.

But only now that I have thought of the wisdom of that argument because it is only now that I see the purpose of being in their generation and being in mine.

A known ALS victim once said that one must know how to be young and revel for it and one must know how to be old and revel for it. For the longest time I have been believing in the ugly reality that genuine reforms take decades to achieve and only now that I have thought that everybody had done his share for that salivated glory.

Some must be oppressed for us to learn that freedom should be insatiable. Some must be killed to emphatically present what we choose to be blind of. Some must be silent for us to go deft of its implications. Being in my fathers generation entailed selfishness for it was in their survival and my growth that their ideals of a country rest. And being in my own time entails idealism as laid by what we had aspired for in the time that our forefathers have been oppressed, silenced, and stupefied. For tomorrow must learn frustration from failed idealism, and the day after tomorrow must learn to reconcile the fruit of grandeur from idealism and the gracefulness of the defeat.

non-sense

I can learn to sink rather than swim, detach myself from physical inanities and utter disregard of senses. I can learn to unlearn to drown the pictures of horror hounding, repeating before me the shadows of dreary uncertainties. I can learn to seize the bleeding with clots on my brain to provide what the physical body cannot, to feel what the brain has to shout, to finally see what the eyes should conceive.

But I refuse to, because to numb reasons is a bliss and to you my brothers and sisters I ask that I be judged not by what the eyes falsely see and what the mind would like to believe, but on the truth only the conscience has the right to claim.

sila, kami

Noong unang panahon nagsusumpitan lang kami ng sago, bumbili ng sampung pisong tukneneng at limampisong mangga na may bagoong. Duck walk ang mga late, push up ang dirty shoes, uniron hanky, loose fatigue. Drop ang mga nahihilo sa formation, nageenarte ang mga katulad kong napapagod at naiinitan sa formation. Nagkakantahan ng mga kanta sa gulong itlog gulong, kangkongkernitz at burugudungstungstugundunstuy. Tambay sa mcdo, nanonood ng matrix na hindi namin naintindihan, nagswimming suot ang dalawang brief na tinakas sa aparado. Nagtatawanan sa pagmumura ni petty, sa pagkahilo ni linafe na hindi sinalo ng gagong opisyal naming, ang mukha ni pinggol, nang mapagkamalan akong multo sa gubat, nang pinakain si nino ng balat ng talong na kinuskos sa ilalim ng mesa, ng pakainin ng paa si alan. Nagrebelde sa mga abusing opisyal, nagaway dahil lang sa girlfriend na subordinate, nagaway dahil sa Holland tulip, sa singsing, sa candy na ayaw isubo, sa kaangasan. Nagbatuhan ng CL book, glo metal polisher, sinira ang drawer sa HQ, vinandal ang sahid, ilalim ng hagdan. Pumunta sa tanay, nagswimming sa daranak, pumunta sa calamba, sa cuneta astrodome. Nagclose neck, sila nag hair net, nagpa white side wall. Nagcutting classes at nagtago sa HQ, nahuli din pala kami buti nalang maggraduation na noon. Quit moving your eyeballs! Ganito kami noon. Masaya, nagaway, nagtawanan, nagiyakan, nagligawan, nagbati sa ilalim ng mesa, naglagay ng toothpaste sa mata ng tulog na kasama, naghubaran ng shorts sa tanay…

Ganito na kami ngayon… dalawa ang physical therapist, may malapit nang maging duktora, may nagmigrate sa US, may nars na, may nag fine arts, may electrical engineer, may nagsikaran at nagpalaki ng katawan, may dalawang malapit nang maging abugado, may, teka casta ano na nga ba ang nangyari sa iyo? May naging empleyado, may marino (one woman per port), may inhinyero na kamukha ni jack black, may political scientist, may MIS graduate na nakita ang ligaya sa pagtitinda sa sari sari store nya, may di na makita, yooohhhooo bryan? May nagconservatory, may social worker, may pagong parin, may nagiisip mag abugasya (ituloy mo!). may political scientist na masarap ang buhay sa Vegas strip, may nagpunta ng japan para mag nihongo at maging anime, may computer shop ang iba, may anak yata ang isa (go papi!), may accountant, at may masters of arts in economics…

Kung madrama pasensya na hindi lang ako makatulog, wala na akong maisulat tunkol sa pulitika, at naalala ko lang sila

pre-employment

Kring kring

Ako: hello

Sila: hello may I speak with mr. Ray john bangi?

Ako: ako na nga sino ka? (anak ng tinapang talong mag tagalog ka)

Sila: sir you still have to return in our clinic because the urine sample you have submitted was not sufficient.

Ako: ok

After 3 days

Ako: miss nasaan na yung bote para mapuno ko?

Sila: ah ikaw yung may kulang, ano nga ba ulit ang panagalan mo?

Ako: ray john bangi ho (anong kulang?! Tuktukan kaya kita?)

Sa loob ng cubicle ng CR

Ako: (pabulong lang) sige na wag ka na mahiya isuka mo na para makaalis na ako

Sila: (pagkatapos sa cubicle syempre) sir kulang pa po yan kailangan puno

2nd try

Ako: (pabulong parin) sssssssss ssssssss sssssss ssssssss please isuka mo na kailangan daw puno

Sila: (pagkalabas) sir kulang pa po yan

Ako: huh, eh centimetro nalang ang deperensya eh, what difference would it make (anak teteng ayaw nga sumuka! Ano ba ang gagawin nyo sa urine ko, tequila?!)

3rd try

Ako: (nanginginig na bumubulong) sige na isuka mo na konting ire nalang. Kailangan ko nang makaalis malapit na si daisy. Babatukan ako nun pag late ako.

Pagakalabas

Sila: sir pwede na po yan (kahit na ga patak lang yung nagging deperensya sa huli)

Ako: ingatan ninyo itong boteng to, pinag hirapan ko to

300

Scourge me in the pillars of death for I have not yet seen the movie 300. I know what I am passing of. I have an excuse, but all are gibberish. Fact still remains that I feel sorry for failing to have the opportunity to see the movie. darn it, I do not want to watch it in a pirated vcd

mother

I am grateful for what I have become today. I am 24 years old; I have air in lungs, food in my stomach, and blood in my veins, and I am grateful to you for such.

I am in the college of law of a reputable law institution; I have finished accountancy in a reputable institution. It is undeniable that I am provided with the best education we could afford, and I am grateful to you for such.

I know how to write, heck I even think I write well, except now that I feel that my pen is rotting in the loony bin, I have become a student leader and I can argue, even against a politician, and I am grateful to you for it.

We were so poor that you had to solicit used and worn out toy truck because I wanted one but your salary could not afford one; you and father had to eat the egg white while you gave me the yolk of the sole egg we had for dinner; you had to deprive yourself of what was due to you just to save the money to treat me in a batchoy house every week, which was already an extravanagance for us. Even now, you still have to work doubly hard to provide for our necessities and caprices, and I am grateful to you for it.

Many people have varying opinion on who the best mom in the world is. I am one of them because I strongly believe that when God me the parents I have now I know he gave me his best creations. You are the best mother, the most caring and the most loving mother. Never will I turn into who I am, the one you always say some small people look up to, and never will I be in where I am, which is really not far from where I started, without you.

I want to keep these in mind to drown the pain every time I feel I am not trusted, every time I feel I am underestimated, every time my liberty is restrained, and every time I feel heavy that I cannot make my own decisions without receiving a mouthful of disapproval from you.

I want to drown these pains because no matter how great they are, when every pain subsides and dies one fact still remains immutable, that you are the best mother in the world. I do not want to forget that, more so deconstruct that truth.

pro pinoy!

Prospero Pichay once argued in the show Korina Today, aired in ANC, that there is nothing wrong with him spending much in the elections by airing his political advertisements as long as he does not exceed the legal limit placed upon by the comelec.

Legally, yes there is nothing wrong. So ling as the mandatory law is not violated, such act will continue to become valid. But looking at it in a moral and sociological perspective, spending hundred of millions to serve ones political agenda is highly questionable now that too many people are hungry and could earn only as much as we spend for a cup of coffee in a goddam posh café in a day. Now that in his own province there are pupils who cannot afford to have their own decent things for school, there are schools that house around an average of 90 pupils per session, and there are other things which a hundred million if used wisely could have given the people more benefit.

Just a thought, if pichay is true in his words that pangarap nyang tuparin and mga pangarap mo, and spends a hundred million for it then why not directly spend the goddam money to fulfill that “pangarap?” It makes no difference anyway, he is going to spend it and the motive is to help the people. In that way he gets to fulfill his dream. Oh I get it! Maybe the dream is made to deceive people and hidden behind is plainly a political ambition. Pangarap kong jackpot: huwag manalo si pichay.