Post War Memories
It has been almost a year and a week ago since the 2010 Automated Elections, the first ever in the history of our country.
Prior to the elections, we have witnessed mudslingings and trash-talking from the candidates, failure and doubts with the PCOS Machines, the infectious campaign jingles, the too-good-to-be-true promises, and the bilog na hugis itlog PCOS Machine tutorial by the Sexbomb Dancers.
I consider the last election a war, and me, a war correspondent. As a PPCRV Volunteer, I was one of the thousand souls sent into the battlefield to guard the polls. The hazard is there but the fulfillment of having faithfully done your duty for the country is the irreplaceable reward.
I am now inviting you to join me in a trip down memory lane and recall the events and my unforgettable experience during the past election. I was not able to write some of these things last year because I was too busy tweeting then, recording the events as it happen. 
Before the War
I made a self-imposed 25-Day Tumblr Challenge to educate the voters and to inform them on how to choose the candidates properly and wisely. It’s difficult to write 25 things because I had no tenplate then to write my stuff. (You can check them by clicking these election and elections tags.) 
Jejemon Fever. It was also during this time when the viral jejemon spread like wildfire on the internet and eventually, became a part of Philippine Pop Culture.
Red Hot Dick on RockEd - This was one of the most intense episodes of the now-defunct RockEd Radio. Then Presidential candidate Dick Gordon was on fire after being irked by Erwin Romulo’s questions.
Thank you Tita Gang! Gang Badoy of Rock Ed Philippines mabuhay-ed me after tweeting that I will be a pollwatcher. I was such a fan boy then. She’s one of my idols, you know?
Almost a Failure! May 5, 2010, this was the headline and front page of the Philippine Daily Inquirer. With barely less than a week before the polls, the PCOS machines turned out to be a crap. No thanks to the defected memory cards that need to be replaced and reprogrammed. We thought then that the automated elections would be a total failure.
Noy-Bi! Noynoy Aquino, on Twitter, denied the existence of the Noy-Bi group that supported the candidacy of Jejomar Binay. But we all know that there is such thing as Noy-Bi - and the opposing Balay and Samar group.
At last! After the feared failure of elections, and after the cards were reprogrammed, the PCOS Machine were finally worked smoothly. Congratulations!
THIS IS WAR!
Election Day, I woke up at 6:00 AM and went to the polling precinct at 7:00 AM. As expected, the line of voters is worse than the entrance to Willie Revillame’s game show. But after I wore my PPCRV uniform and identification card, I was given a priority to vote ahead of others. Naunahan ko pa ang mga matatanda at buntis. And this is my first photo after I casted my vote.
Bumabaha ng C2! Do you still remember last year’s gimmick of Cherry Mobile of selling cheap cellphones on election day? And how about C2? They sold their C2 at ten pesos. And I literally abused that privilege when I drowned myself with green tea.
I acted as a poll watcher at Lopez Elementary School - the biggest polling place with the most number of clustered precincts here in Los Baños. And I witnessed there how a poll watcher of the leading Mayorial candidate harassed the voters. And we, as watchdogs, were the only sumbungan of the people. But we remained diplomatic and vigilant and did not resort to violence and threat.
Due to the lack of men, I decided to volunteer at the Municipal canvassing - but I ended up being the only PPCRV volunteer for the whole Municipality of Los Baños left to wait for the results and the election returns. there, I witnessed the wonders and speed of the PCOS Machine. Sobrang bilis ng results!
I was the only volunteer equipped with Twitter via @tweetitow so I had the power to report the details blow by blow. In face, I was the first to report the election results here in Los Baños on the web, and to ABS-CBN News. Thanks to the hash tag #halalan.
I was awake for more than 24 hours during the elections and the morning after. But it was worth the sacrifice. I have done something good for my country. And this is my first tweet after the elections.
After smoke have parted…
I was disappointed by the results, especially here in my beloved Los Baños. I even wrote a letter addressed to Maria Makiling. But I have learned to move on and face the new chapter of our nation.
One of my smart aleck tweets during the elections was featured in an article by PEP.ph. I was so proud of myself, I can kiss my own ass. Ha ha!
ABS-CBN and GMA-7 are nagpapatutsadahan over their hologram effect/ augmented reality/ virtual presence. Me? I don’t give a damn and watched Star Wars instead where I first saw that hologram communication.
As usual, the trash left by the war was a disaster. I think we should come up with a law where candidates, and just the candidates themselves, whether they won or not, would clean their own trash/ election posters after the elections. What do you think? 
Last year’s election was memorable and historical. Aside from being the first automated elections in the country, that was also my first time to vote. And I am proud that my single vote became a part of that history.
It is just ironical. The election results was fast - thanks to Smartmatic-TIM and their PCOS Machines - but the progress of this country is the exact opposite. You can call that a PCOS Machine irony. Progress in this country does not end with the elections and the inauguration of new leaders. It is just the beginning.
But I am still hoping. Still dreaming. Still waiting.
Last year’s election, no matter how violent and dirty, was fun. And if given a chance, I would still offer my free service as a PPCRV poll watcher.
PCOS Machine, will I see you again on 2013?
During the elections, I was only armed with cellphone, a notebook to record the events, and my PPCRV guidebook, uniform, and ID. The photo above is the same ID and notebook that I used last year.

Post War Memories

It has been almost a year and a week ago since the 2010 Automated Elections, the first ever in the history of our country.

Prior to the elections, we have witnessed mudslingings and trash-talking from the candidates, failure and doubts with the PCOS Machines, the infectious campaign jingles, the too-good-to-be-true promises, and the bilog na hugis itlog PCOS Machine tutorial by the Sexbomb Dancers.

I consider the last election a war, and me, a war correspondent. As a PPCRV Volunteer, I was one of the thousand souls sent into the battlefield to guard the polls. The hazard is there but the fulfillment of having faithfully done your duty for the country is the irreplaceable reward.

I am now inviting you to join me in a trip down memory lane and recall the events and my unforgettable experience during the past election. I was not able to write some of these things last year because I was too busy tweeting then, recording the events as it happen. 

Before the War

THIS IS WAR!

  • Election Day, I woke up at 6:00 AM and went to the polling precinct at 7:00 AM. As expected, the line of voters is worse than the entrance to Willie Revillame’s game show. But after I wore my PPCRV uniform and identification card, I was given a priority to vote ahead of others. Naunahan ko pa ang mga matatanda at buntis. And this is my first photo after I casted my vote.
  • Bumabaha ng C2! Do you still remember last year’s gimmick of Cherry Mobile of selling cheap cellphones on election day? And how about C2? They sold their C2 at ten pesos. And I literally abused that privilege when I drowned myself with green tea.
  • I acted as a poll watcher at Lopez Elementary School - the biggest polling place with the most number of clustered precincts here in Los Baños. And I witnessed there how a poll watcher of the leading Mayorial candidate harassed the voters. And we, as watchdogs, were the only sumbungan of the people. But we remained diplomatic and vigilant and did not resort to violence and threat.
  • Due to the lack of men, I decided to volunteer at the Municipal canvassing - but I ended up being the only PPCRV volunteer for the whole Municipality of Los Baños left to wait for the results and the election returns. there, I witnessed the wonders and speed of the PCOS Machine. Sobrang bilis ng results!
  • I was the only volunteer equipped with Twitter via @tweetitow so I had the power to report the details blow by blow. In face, I was the first to report the election results here in Los Baños on the web, and to ABS-CBN News. Thanks to the hash tag #halalan.
  • I was awake for more than 24 hours during the elections and the morning after. But it was worth the sacrifice. I have done something good for my country. And this is my first tweet after the elections.

After smoke have parted…

Last year’s election was memorable and historical. Aside from being the first automated elections in the country, that was also my first time to vote. And I am proud that my single vote became a part of that history.

It is just ironical. The election results was fast - thanks to Smartmatic-TIM and their PCOS Machines - but the progress of this country is the exact opposite. You can call that a PCOS Machine irony. Progress in this country does not end with the elections and the inauguration of new leaders. It is just the beginning.

But I am still hoping. Still dreaming. Still waiting.

Last year’s election, no matter how violent and dirty, was fun. And if given a chance, I would still offer my free service as a PPCRV poll watcher.

PCOS Machine, will I see you again on 2013?

During the elections, I was only armed with cellphone, a notebook to record the events, and my PPCRV guidebook, uniform, and ID. The photo above is the same ID and notebook that I used last year.

Source: juanrepublic

Headline of the Day
As most of you my faithful readers knew, I have this passion for front pages and covers of broadsheets, tabloids, and magazines. And here’s one that caught my attention earlier this morning after attending the 6:00 AM Sunday Mass.
And this one is being sold at the patio of the Church - just less than fifteen steps from the doors of the church. Cool eh?
Interested for this story of perversion and lewd act of a police? Go grab yourself a copy of People’s Tonight.
And as for the other things:
I will always consider the infectious “Making Love Out of Nothing at All” as the anthem for masturbation.
Jinkee and Paris-textmate na? - I wonder when will Paris be the next Krista Ranillo for Manny Pacquiao. I can see that one coming. Oops!
Today is Mommy Dionisia’s celebration of her 18th birthday. She may not look like 18 but her party looks like that of an 18-year old. Seriously. 
Today is the feast day of San Isidro Labrador, the patron saint of farmers. Being an agricultural country, many Parishes here in the Philippines were named under his patronage. Expect the Pahiyas Festival in Lucban, Quezon, numerous fiestahan on different towns and barrios, and drunk manongs singing “My Love will See You Through” in the videoke.
Special shout to the epic The Super Cabbage (Tumblr Oldies, do you still remember her?). Happy birthday Jam! Tumblr (and some of your loyal fans including me) misses you. Please blog again soon. 
How’s your Sunday everyone?

Headline of the Day

As most of you my faithful readers knew, I have this passion for front pages and covers of broadsheets, tabloids, and magazines. And here’s one that caught my attention earlier this morning after attending the 6:00 AM Sunday Mass.

And this one is being sold at the patio of the Church - just less than fifteen steps from the doors of the church. Cool eh?

Interested for this story of perversion and lewd act of a police? Go grab yourself a copy of People’s Tonight.

And as for the other things:

  • I will always consider the infectious “Making Love Out of Nothing at All” as the anthem for masturbation.
  • Jinkee and Paris-textmate na? - I wonder when will Paris be the next Krista Ranillo for Manny Pacquiao. I can see that one coming. Oops!
  • Today is Mommy Dionisia’s celebration of her 18th birthday. She may not look like 18 but her party looks like that of an 18-year old. Seriously. 
  • Today is the feast day of San Isidro Labrador, the patron saint of farmers. Being an agricultural country, many Parishes here in the Philippines were named under his patronage. Expect the Pahiyas Festival in Lucban, Quezon, numerous fiestahan on different towns and barrios, and drunk manongs singing “My Love will See You Through” in the videoke.
  • Special shout to the epic The Super Cabbage (Tumblr Oldies, do you still remember her?). Happy birthday Jam! Tumblr (and some of your loyal fans including me) misses you. Please blog again soon. 

How’s your Sunday everyone?

Source: juanrepublic

"Inay"

Sa mahinahong paalam ng araw Sa pag-ihip ng hanging kahapunan Balabal ko’y init ng ‘yong pag-ibig Sa dapit-hapong kay lamig 

Mga bituin kay agang magsigising Umaandap, mapaglaro man din Iyong ngiti hatid nila sa akin Sa diwa ko’t panalangin 

Puso ko’y pahimlayin Inay Upang yaring hamog Ng gabing tiwasay Ay madama ko bilang damping Halik ng ‘yong Anak Ay! Irog kong inay 

Sa palad niyo itago aking palad Aking bakas sa inyong bakas ilapat At iuwi sa tahanan kong dapat Sa piling ng inyong Anak 

Puso ko’y pahimlayin Inay Upang yaring hamog Ng gabing tiwasay Ay madama ko bilang damping Halik ng ‘yong anak Ay! Irog ko, O Ina kong mahal! Irog kong Inay

This is one of my favorite songs. It is written by a Jesuit and this is actually intended as a Liturgical song attributed to our Blessed Mother Mary.

And I am sharing this beautiful song to you in this special occasion dedicated for the woman that we all love the most - our mother.

Happy Mother’s Day to our Nanay, Inay, Ina, Mama, Mamu, Mom, Mommy, and Lola. Let us treat this day as a day to show our love and to thank them for all the things that she has done for us.

And let us also pray for those mothers who are abandoned by their children and those who are suffering and treating motherhood as a curse and not a blessing.

Salamat at mahal na mahal kita, Inay.

Source: juanrepublic

Guess Who’s Wearing my Eraserheads Shirt?

This Mother’s Day, let me share you this beautiful anecdote/ experience with my Nanay. I know that all of us have different and unique yabang stories about how great, cool, and loving our mothers are. Let me share you this one:

Last September, I got my first paycheck from the Publishing Company where I work as an editor. And since I learned about the Eraserheads: The Head Set last March (when rumors began to spread like wildfire on the internet), I made a vow to myself to allot a portion of my paycheck for the box set - no matter how expensive it would cost me.

The Box Set was released on September 9 - and I still haven’t received my paycheck. I was in panic. Since the set is limited, I feared that I will not be able to buy myself a copy. I also feared that the box set will not be available here in the Southern Luzon area (you know, some music materials are just too Metro Manila-centered).

I received my paycheck by mid-September and the first thing that I did was to go to the nearest (and only) Greenwich here in Los Baños. I asked the crew if they have the Heads Set. And the rest was months of nostalgia, rockin’ with the Eraserheads.

As most of you who have the Heads Set, the box includes a coffee table book/ lyric sheet/ photo album (I don’t know how to exactly call it), complete albums, EPs, and a DVD, and the Heads Set Shirt.

Now, the Heads Shirt came in free-size-one-size-fits-all-that’s-a-fuckin’-fashion-discrimination!  And if you who know me personally, you know that that shirt will not fit me - and I rarely wear body fits (bakat ang man-boobs pare!). So I decided to just hang it in my room for art’s sake, for bragging, and for future self-centered consumption (I just love to use that word).

Months went by and the shirt still hangs in my room. One day, my Nanay entered the room and asked me: “Aanhin mo yan kung hindi mo isusuot? Sayang lang ang Pho 2, 500 mo.”

Jokingly, I replied “Kapag pumayat ako, maisusuot ko na yan”.

"Ipahiram mo na lang muna sa akin. Ako ang magsusuot.", she replied.

At first, I was taken aback. My Nanay will wear an Eraserheads shirt? Is she trying to be bagets or what? I can accept it if my father wears this shirt (because he is jeprox and young at heart) but my conservative Nanay? She got to be kidding.

I asked her, “Seryoso kayo?”.

"Oo nga!", she replied.

And she removed the shirt from the hanger, went to the other room, and wore my shirt. And it fits her perfectly. Panalo!


This is the modern world where being fit and sexy is in and being fat with man-boobs is a big no. It’s just so unfair for us fatties. Come on self-proclaimed fashion experts! There are more of us who are not sexy, fit, and macho. The world is full of non-sexy and non-fit individuals. You should consider us whenever you make these shirts.

Okay, enough of the ranting. Alam ko namang olats ako diyan at kailangan ko na talagang magpapayat. Hindi na din kasi healthy.

I have cool parents. It’s good to see them having the same trip and vibes as ours. They borrow and listen to my CDs. They watch the same TV series as mine. And they both love the Eraserheads.

Nanay, you can wear that shirt forever if you want to. It’s all yours. I can buy you more Eraserheads shirt if you want to. Keep your cool. I love you po! :’)

Happy Mother’s Day Nanay!

Source: juanrepublic

Yellow Fever
Tomorrow, Filipino Pride and Pambansang Kamao Manny Pacquiao will once again step into the ring to show the whole world what an eight division world champion can do to defend his title. This time, against the American Sugar Shane Mosley.
And earlier today, Philippine time, these two great fighters stepped into the scales for their weigh-in.

Manny Pacquiao of the Philippines and US Shane Mosley (R) attend the official weigh-in for their fight in Las Vegas, Nevada on May 6, 2011. The eight division world champion Pacquiao marks his return to Las Vegas for the first time since 2009 by fighting Mosley for the World Boxing Organization welterweight title at the Garden Arena in the MGM Grand on May 7

Most of us are excited for the fight that will once again, hopefully, bring honor, pride, and unity to our problem-filled and divided country.
While most of the viewers will be placing their bets and riches for Pacquiao (or on what round will he send Mosley sleeping on the ring), our fighter will be fighting another opponent - poverty.
And Manny Pacquiao will once again set history tomorrow. For the first time in boxing history, a yellow pair of boxing gloves will be used. As most of us know, red, blue, and burgundy are the colors used by a boxer.
Yellow as a symbol of his fight against poverty.
Pacman is said to wear yellow to “signify the unity among the Filipino people across the globe”. In an interview with sportscaster Chino Trinidad, Pacman said in context that “boxing is not the biggest fight in his life. Eradicating poverty is now the biggest fight of his life.”
He also encouraged suppoters and fans of Shane Mosley to wear yellow too as a sign of unity with the Filipinos in our fight against poverty.
This move and advocacy of Pacquiao was lauded by the foreign media and other non-Filipino boxing aficionados. He uses his influence as a famous boxer to do something good and for the betterment of other people.
As expected, this move by Pacman, especially the preferred color, was not spared from comments and allegations that this was in support for President Noynoy Aquino (who used the same color during his campaign and obviously, the color inherited from his mother Cory Aquino).
Why choose the color yellow? Why not the other colors?
In my humorous and sarcastic mind, I made these things up:
Blue - The famous color of President Nonoy’s running-mate during the 2010 elections. This may be a bad choice. That color didn’t win.
Green - The so-called “galing at talino” color. Again, bad choice. This has a kiss of death back in 2010 (wink!)
Pink - The color of a bayani. Why not this one? Masakit sa mata. And Pacman might be mistaken as a member of Sir Danton Remoto’s group.
Red - The color of the badtrip and flash great man from Subic. Why not this one? It’s the usual.
Orange - The color of the guy who swam in the sea of garbage. Why not this one? Pacman supported this guy back in 2010? The reason may be obvious.
For some, Manny’s choice of color may be a big deal. Metaphysically speaking, color is just an accident. It may be present or not. What is essential is the essence, the substance. What is important is Manny Pacquiao’s advocacy to giht poverty.
With that advocacy, he is already a champion. And no one can take that title away from him.
I hope to see a sea of yellow tomorrow in support for our Pambansang Kamao.
And Floyd Mayweather, I hope to see you soon on the ring with this man.
Good luck Manny and bring honor once again to this country.
Padayon!
P.S. Can you spot the Pambansang Anino in the photo?

Yellow Fever

Tomorrow, Filipino Pride and Pambansang Kamao Manny Pacquiao will once again step into the ring to show the whole world what an eight division world champion can do to defend his title. This time, against the American Sugar Shane Mosley.

And earlier today, Philippine time, these two great fighters stepped into the scales for their weigh-in.

Manny Pacquiao of the Philippines and US Shane Mosley (R) attend the official weigh-in for their fight in Las Vegas, Nevada on May 6, 2011. The eight division world champion Pacquiao marks his return to Las Vegas for the first time since 2009 by fighting Mosley for the World Boxing Organization welterweight title at the Garden Arena in the MGM Grand on May 7

Most of us are excited for the fight that will once again, hopefully, bring honor, pride, and unity to our problem-filled and divided country.

While most of the viewers will be placing their bets and riches for Pacquiao (or on what round will he send Mosley sleeping on the ring), our fighter will be fighting another opponent - poverty.

And Manny Pacquiao will once again set history tomorrow. For the first time in boxing history, a yellow pair of boxing gloves will be used. As most of us know, red, blue, and burgundy are the colors used by a boxer.

Yellow as a symbol of his fight against poverty.

Pacman is said to wear yellow to “signify the unity among the Filipino people across the globe”. In an interview with sportscaster Chino Trinidad, Pacman said in context that “boxing is not the biggest fight in his life. Eradicating poverty is now the biggest fight of his life.”

He also encouraged suppoters and fans of Shane Mosley to wear yellow too as a sign of unity with the Filipinos in our fight against poverty.

This move and advocacy of Pacquiao was lauded by the foreign media and other non-Filipino boxing aficionados. He uses his influence as a famous boxer to do something good and for the betterment of other people.

As expected, this move by Pacman, especially the preferred color, was not spared from comments and allegations that this was in support for President Noynoy Aquino (who used the same color during his campaign and obviously, the color inherited from his mother Cory Aquino).

Why choose the color yellow? Why not the other colors?

In my humorous and sarcastic mind, I made these things up:

  • Blue - The famous color of President Nonoy’s running-mate during the 2010 elections. This may be a bad choice. That color didn’t win.
  • Green - The so-called “galing at talino” color. Again, bad choice. This has a kiss of death back in 2010 (wink!)
  • Pink - The color of a bayani. Why not this one? Masakit sa mata. And Pacman might be mistaken as a member of Sir Danton Remoto’s group.
  • Red - The color of the badtrip and flash great man from Subic. Why not this one? It’s the usual.
  • Orange - The color of the guy who swam in the sea of garbage. Why not this one? Pacman supported this guy back in 2010? The reason may be obvious.

For some, Manny’s choice of color may be a big deal. Metaphysically speaking, color is just an accident. It may be present or not. What is essential is the essence, the substance. What is important is Manny Pacquiao’s advocacy to giht poverty.

With that advocacy, he is already a champion. And no one can take that title away from him.

I hope to see a sea of yellow tomorrow in support for our Pambansang Kamao.

And Floyd Mayweather, I hope to see you soon on the ring with this man.

Good luck Manny and bring honor once again to this country.

Padayon!

P.S. Can you spot the Pambansang Anino in the photo?

Source: daylife.com

Driven by The Force

I have a confession to make. I am a Star Wars fan. Call me a geek but seriously, I am a die-hard fan of the universe created by George Lucas. I am also a Harry Potter fan but my obsession with Star Wars started when I was young long before I discovered the magical world of Harry Potter.

But I am not into the story of a dramatic young lady who is obsessed with a sparkling vampire but I will just leave it there.

I blame my obsession with Star Wars to my father. Back when I was still a little kid, he introduced me to the saga of Master Yoda, Luke Skywalker, Obi Wan Kenobi, and Darth Vader. I can still remember how he brought home cutouts and scanned pages from the magazine about Star Wars. He even gave me printout of all the characters - from the whole Jedi council to the Ewoks - pasted in an illustration board and covered with a plastic cover.

That’s how my obsession for Star Wars started. I have a cool father (sometimes I think he is a Jedi in disguise, seriously) and I am thankful.

And today, May 4, as what most of the Star Wars fan knew, is Star Wars Day

Star Wars Day (also sometimes known as Luke Skywalker Day) because of the popularity of a common pun spoken on this day. Since the phrase "May the Force be with you" is a famous quote often spoken in the Star Wars films, fans commonly say “May the fourth be with you” (May 4th) on this day.

Last night (or earlier during the wee hours of the morning), I wrote about my obsession with covers and front pages of magazines and broadsheets. I decided to check the TIME Magazine cover archive and found this interesting covers on Star Wars and Science Fiction. What caught my attention was this favorite cover of mine which was released on 2002, when I was still in High School:

This was released prior to the showing of the second part (chronologically fifth) of the Star Wars saga. This issue contains a complete guide to the Attack of the Clones from characters to space ships and other vehicles.

And I have another confession to make.

I nenok-ed this issue in our library and cut the pages dedicated to Star Wars. I think The Force forced me to do so (insert evil grin here).

So much for my confession.

This particular installment came as a surprise for the fans of Master Yoda - myself included - when he, for the first time, used his light saber to battle Count Dooku. and I tell you, that was one of the most memorable sword fights in the history of movies.

Browsing the archives of Time Magazine’s website and the web for Star Wars-related stuff brings back good memories of my childhood as a little Star Wars fan, sharing the story with my father. And I think this will last until I grow old, and probably, when I have children of my own.

I am still waiting George Lucas to create a 7th installment of this epic saga.

And just so you know, young ladies who know Order 66 have an edge to me. Shall we talk about Star Wars over a cup of coffee?

Happy Star Wars Day everyone! May The Force be with you!

Source: juanrepublic

The Return of the Infamous X-Men
This is not about Professor X, Wolverine and their mutant friends.
But these men wrecked havoc and terror that caused lives and properties more than what Magneto did and other mutants have combined.  
Since the advent of my bumming in our school library and in my parents’ office library, I have been always fascinated with covers and front pages of various local and international broadsheets and magazines. In fact, it is my daily habit before starting a day’s work to browse and to look at various front pages and covers whether it be in print or in digital format. I consider it as an exceptional art and as a part of history as well.
I can still remember the front page and the head line of the 11 September 2001 issue of the Philippine Daily Inquirer. I can still recall the whole-page photo of Blessed John Paul II on the same broad sheetafter his death and how they changed their logo from blue to yellow after the death of Cory Aquino. I can still remember a stern-looking Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo (Iron Lady?) and a versatile U2-frontman Bono (Will Bono Save the World?) on Time Magazine’s cover and comic geniuses Jose Marie Viceral (Vice Ganda) and Beethoven Del Valle Bunagan (Michael V.) gracing the cover of the annual humor issue of Reader’s Digest.
The above-mentioned examples are just few of the numerous covers that still remain in my memory and that made a mark on the history of print.
But there is one special and rare type (style or design) of cover that stands out and continuously fascinates my love for front pages and covers. It’s from the international magazine TIME.
It’s the iconic ‘X treatment’ scrawled across the face of an American enemy. It’s their famous 'X' Covers.
This is the fourth time that the magazine has put an X over the face of an infamous person for their cover. the first person to receive the treatment was the Nazi leader Adolf Hitler after the discovery of his body on May 2, 1945. The second one was Saddam Hussein after the capture of Iraq by the coalition forces (he will be captured 7 months later). And the last one before Bin Laden was Al Qaeda’s number three Abu Musab al-Zarqawi. He was called as the “mastermind” of the insurgency in Iraq.
(Because of the red in Japan’s flag, they used a black cross instead. This was released after the bombs were dropped on Hiroshima ang Nagasaki).
This special issue will be released on Thursday (in the United States).

Personally, I want this type of treatment for some of the infamous personalities in our country. Imagine how people will react upon seeing Ferdinand Marcos’ or Gloria Arroyo’s face marked with an ‘X’ in the front page of the Philippine Free Press or some major broadsheets and magazines.
Setting aside the reaction of loyalists and relatives and censorship, this may still seem to be an impossible dream. We have this culture of high respect and honor for the (dead) person no matter how infamous he was. Let’s just leave it there. Let’s go back to Osama bin Laden.
Osama Bin Laden is dead. It first spread like wildfire on Twitter and various social media (thank you technology). At first, I doubt the veracity of the reports. Remember during the capture and execution of Saddam Hussein? A local television network interviewed a Filipino who was a former worker at Saddam’s place and a local government official and they said that Saddam have ‘doubles’ that can act as a decoy. With Bin Laden’s face as common as any ordinary Arab that we see on TV, it may be true that Bin Laden also has doubles or decoys.
Osama Bin Laden is dead. Imagine how the United States, the most powerful nation equipped with latest military equipments and intelligence gathering, took almost 10 years to capture (and kill) the world’s most wanted terrorist. As my friend said, “It is not something that they should be too proud of.”
Osama Bin Laden is dead. Most of the world is now on full alert and governments warn their people for possible retaliation from his supporters. Some would say that his death may cause fear for other terrorists but I beg to disagree. These men are trained to do their task without fear and with their leader dead, I sense a possible new threat.
Remember the Abu Sayyaf? Remember how the sons and the next generation of fighters continue what their slain leaders and fathers have started? It is a continuing battle, an endless struggle.
Watching the local news earlier yesterday, I saw a comment from a viewer that the US is responsible for making Osama Bin Laden. He said that decades of oppression against Muslims and domineering foreign policy will create more Bin Ladens in the future. I am no expert on history and foreign policy so I will say that he may be right.
Going back here in the Philippines, I see the same problem in the rebels in the south and insurgents in the mountains. As long as there is an unjust distribution of goods and resources, as long  there are farmers without lands, as long as there is oppression and exploitation, the threat will continue.
Let us look into the bigger picture of rebellion and insurgency.
And with terrorism, I do not blame our Muslim brothers. I firmly believe that Islam is a Religion of peace. And any act of terrorism, in my opinion, is against the Islam.
Osama Bin Laden is dead. What’s next? Is this the end or is just the beginning? Is this the end for Al Qaeda or is it just a beginning of a bigger attack? I don’t know.
If we can only have Professor X, Cyclops, Wolverine, and Storm and other Mutants to help us. But it’s impossible.
Let’s just continue to be vigilant and pray for peace. 
And I hope that Osama Bin Laden will be the last “X-Men” to be featured on the cover of Time Magazine.

The Return of the Infamous X-Men

This is not about Professor X, Wolverine and their mutant friends.

But these men wrecked havoc and terror that caused lives and properties more than what Magneto did and other mutants have combined.  

Since the advent of my bumming in our school library and in my parents’ office library, I have been always fascinated with covers and front pages of various local and international broadsheets and magazines. In fact, it is my daily habit before starting a day’s work to browse and to look at various front pages and covers whether it be in print or in digital format. I consider it as an exceptional art and as a part of history as well.

I can still remember the front page and the head line of the 11 September 2001 issue of the Philippine Daily Inquirer. I can still recall the whole-page photo of Blessed John Paul II on the same broad sheetafter his death and how they changed their logo from blue to yellow after the death of Cory Aquino. I can still remember a stern-looking Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo (Iron Lady?) and a versatile U2-frontman Bono (Will Bono Save the World?) on Time Magazine’s cover and comic geniuses Jose Marie Viceral (Vice Ganda) and Beethoven Del Valle Bunagan (Michael V.) gracing the cover of the annual humor issue of Reader’s Digest.

The above-mentioned examples are just few of the numerous covers that still remain in my memory and that made a mark on the history of print.

But there is one special and rare type (style or design) of cover that stands out and continuously fascinates my love for front pages and covers. It’s from the international magazine TIME.

It’s the iconic ‘X treatment’ scrawled across the face of an American enemy. It’s their famous 'X' Covers.

This is the fourth time that the magazine has put an X over the face of an infamous person for their cover. the first person to receive the treatment was the Nazi leader Adolf Hitler after the discovery of his body on May 2, 1945. The second one was Saddam Hussein after the capture of Iraq by the coalition forces (he will be captured 7 months later). And the last one before Bin Laden was Al Qaeda’s number three Abu Musab al-Zarqawi. He was called as the “mastermind” of the insurgency in Iraq.

(Because of the red in Japan’s flag, they used a black cross instead. This was released after the bombs were dropped on Hiroshima ang Nagasaki).

This special issue will be released on Thursday (in the United States).

Personally, I want this type of treatment for some of the infamous personalities in our country. Imagine how people will react upon seeing Ferdinand Marcos’ or Gloria Arroyo’s face marked with an ‘X’ in the front page of the Philippine Free Press or some major broadsheets and magazines.

Setting aside the reaction of loyalists and relatives and censorship, this may still seem to be an impossible dream. We have this culture of high respect and honor for the (dead) person no matter how infamous he was. Let’s just leave it there. Let’s go back to Osama bin Laden.

Osama Bin Laden is dead. It first spread like wildfire on Twitter and various social media (thank you technology). At first, I doubt the veracity of the reports. Remember during the capture and execution of Saddam Hussein? A local television network interviewed a Filipino who was a former worker at Saddam’s place and a local government official and they said that Saddam have ‘doubles’ that can act as a decoy. With Bin Laden’s face as common as any ordinary Arab that we see on TV, it may be true that Bin Laden also has doubles or decoys.

Osama Bin Laden is dead. Imagine how the United States, the most powerful nation equipped with latest military equipments and intelligence gathering, took almost 10 years to capture (and kill) the world’s most wanted terrorist. As my friend said, “It is not something that they should be too proud of.”

Osama Bin Laden is dead. Most of the world is now on full alert and governments warn their people for possible retaliation from his supporters. Some would say that his death may cause fear for other terrorists but I beg to disagree. These men are trained to do their task without fear and with their leader dead, I sense a possible new threat.

Remember the Abu Sayyaf? Remember how the sons and the next generation of fighters continue what their slain leaders and fathers have started? It is a continuing battle, an endless struggle.

Watching the local news earlier yesterday, I saw a comment from a viewer that the US is responsible for making Osama Bin Laden. He said that decades of oppression against Muslims and domineering foreign policy will create more Bin Ladens in the future. I am no expert on history and foreign policy so I will say that he may be right.

Going back here in the Philippines, I see the same problem in the rebels in the south and insurgents in the mountains. As long as there is an unjust distribution of goods and resources, as long  there are farmers without lands, as long as there is oppression and exploitation, the threat will continue.

Let us look into the bigger picture of rebellion and insurgency.

And with terrorism, I do not blame our Muslim brothers. I firmly believe that Islam is a Religion of peace. And any act of terrorism, in my opinion, is against the Islam.

Osama Bin Laden is dead. What’s next? Is this the end or is just the beginning? Is this the end for Al Qaeda or is it just a beginning of a bigger attack? I don’t know.

If we can only have Professor X, Cyclops, Wolverine, and Storm and other Mutants to help us. But it’s impossible.

Let’s just continue to be vigilant and pray for peace. 

And I hope that Osama Bin Laden will be the last “X-Men” to be featured on the cover of Time Magazine.

TIME

Diyos Ko! Bakit Mo Ako Pinabayaan?

Para sa mga tinatamad makinig ng Siyete Palabras at mas piniling mag-tumbling dito sa Tumblr, narito ang aking alay. Ang aking pagninilay sa ikaapat sa huling salita ni Hesukristo habang nakapako sa Krus.


Isa sa mga “accusations” laban sa akin na naging dahilan ng “untimely demise” (o siya, eviction na) sa Bahay ni Kiko (seminary yun!) ay ang pagiging “liberal” at “reckless” ko na nagiging dahilan kaya ang mga compositions kong isinusulat (e ano pa?) ay maging straight to the point (hindi mahilig sa mga sugar-coated choice of words), matapang at maangas (define: madaming binabangga, as in madami).

Hindi mo pa rin mainindihan? Sugar-coated na yun ah? Alright, pinatawan ako ng dalawang taong supplementary regency ng mga pari. Sa madali’t sabi, gustuhin ko mang maging pari at tumuloy sa Theology Department pero kinakailangan ko munang “ayusin ang aking sarili” sa labas ng seminaryo. Kapag naayos ko na ito sa loob ng dalawang taon, maaari na akong bumalik sa loob ng seminary (sana).

Maaaring “huli” na nang ako ay magbago sa loob ng seminaryo ngunit ngayon, sa buhay ko sa labas ng bakuran ng seminary, unti-unti kong isasabuhay ang buhay na dapat ay noon ko pa isinabuhay.

Tanda ko noon, sinabi sa akin ng tatay ko na dapat daw, bilang isang manunulat, ay hindi sarili ko ang aking ilahad sa mga mambabasa kundi ang Diyos. Sinuway ko ang tatay ko. Karamihan sa mga isinulat ko ay para makilala ako bilang ako.

Ngayon, bilang unang hakbang, nais kong “ipakilala” sa inyo ang Diyos na nakilala ko sa loob ng seminaryo. Isa itong artikulo na nakalaan sa Biyernes Santo, sa pagbabahagi sa Siyete Palabras o ang pitong huling salita ni hesukristo habang nakapako sa krus. Heto na:


“Diyos ko? Diyos ko? Bakit mo ako pinabayaan?”

Marahil, karamihan sa atin ay nakapagtanong na minsan sa ating buhay ng mga katagang “Diyos ko? Diyos ko? Bakit mo ako pinabayaan?” Sa mga puntong iyon ng ating buhay ay para bang nararamdaman nating wala ng Diyos o kung meron man, siya ay natutulog at nagpapabaya sa atin. Totoo nga bang may Diyos? Totoo nga bang hindi natutulog ang diyos? Pero kung totoong nandiyan siya, bakit niya tayo pinababayaan?

Hindi kaila sa atin na sadyang mapagbiro ang tadhana. Dumadating ang mga pagkakataong para bang tayo na ang pinaka-abang tao sa mukha ng lupa. Na kahit ano mang bagay ang ating gawin para ito ay masolusyonan ay tila baga wala pa ring kahihinatnang malinaw na solusyon sa ating mga problema.

Dito pumapasok ang buhay at kaisipan ng kawalang pag-asa. Naiisip nating “Diyos nga ay walang pakialam sa akin at hindi ako tinutulungan, ako pa kayang hamak na tao ang makagawa?” Dito pumapasok ang buhay sa kadiliman. Ang buhay pagpapabaya. Ang buhay na malayo sa Diyos. Ilang beses na nating inakusahan ang diyos ng pagpapabaya sa atin? Kawawa naman si Lord, kahit walang sawang nagmamahal, lagi na lamang sinisisi sa mga hindi magagandang nangyayari sa buhay ng tao.

Dahil sa mentalidad na “wala namang diyos” (kahit meron naman talaga) ay nabubuhay tayo sa isang buhay na walang direksyon at walang kaliwanagan. Sa pagtahak natin sa ganoong klase ng “trip” sa buhay, hindi maiiwasang may mga tao tayong isasama at hahatakin doon sa “kakaibang trip” na iyon. Imbes na maging tagapagdala ng liwanag at pag-asa, dahil nga tayo ay nabubuhay ng malayo sa Diyos, tayo ay nagiging instrumento pa upang mapariwara ng landas ng iba. Imbes na tayo lang ang nakakaramdam ng “pagpapabaya ng diyos” (kahit hindi naman talaga), ipinaparamdam pa natin ito sa iba. Ilang beses na ba tayong naging instrumento para ang ating kapwa ay “mabuhay sa kadiliman?”

Bakit nga ba kapag tayo ay malayo sa Diyos, tayo ay nabubuhay sa kadiliman? Ito ay sa kadahilanang diyos ang siyang nagbibigay ng liwanag. Diyos ang talagang nagbibigay ng ilaw dahil ang Diyos ang ilaw, ang diyos ang liwanag. Mas maliwanag pa ang diyos kumpara sa ilaw na ibinibigay ng Meralco. Mas Masaya, mas maganda, kapag may liwanag ang buhay. At ang liwanag ng buhay ay atin lamang makakamit sa diyos. Walang ibang nilalang ang makakapagbigay ng ganap na kaliwanagan bukod sa diyos (katunayan nga, ang diyos ay hindi isang nilalang dahil wala naming lumalang sa kanya). Kung kaliwanagan ng buhay ang kailangan mo para sa madilim mong buhay, diyos ang kailangan mo.

Sa katunayan, kapag dumadating ang mga “kadiliman” sa ating buhay, hindi naman ito talagang ganap na kadiliman. Sabihin na nating, isa lamang itong “kulimlim” ng buhay. Kung atin itong ikukumpara sa ating buhay at diyos ang “araw”, hindi naman talaga nawawala o nagpapabaya ang Diyos, “nakakubli” lamang siya sa likod ng mga ulap ngunit hindi siya nawawala. Kung inaakala nating nawawala ang araw, o nawawala ang diyos sa ating buhay, iyon ay isang pagkakamali. Tayo ang nawawala, hindi ang araw. Tayo ang lumalayo sa Diyos, hindi Diyos ang lumalayo sa atin.

E bakit pa kinakailangang magkaroon ng mga “kulimlim” na parte ng ating buhay?

Ang buhay ng tao ay hindi palaging puno ng kasiyahan. Natural sa buhay ng tao na dumadating ang mga problema at pagsubok ng buhay. Ang mga pagsubok na ito ang nagdadagdag ng “kulay” at ganda ng buhay. Masyadong “patay” ang isang buhay kung pare-pareho na lamang ang kulay at lasa nito. Paano nating masasabing masaya ang ating buhay kung wala tayong punto ng pagkukumparahan nito. Nakakasawa ang isang buhay na punong-puno ng kasiyahan at walang halong kalungkutan. Masasabi kasi nating mas nagiging ganap ang kasiyahan ng buhay kung ang kasiyahang iyon ay ang pakiramdam ng tagumpay ng paglampas sa pagsubok ng buhay. Nakakaumay ang palaging matamis na buhay. Paminsan-minsan, kailangan din nating makatikim ng maalat, mapakla, at mapait na lasa ng buhay.

Ang buhay ay parang tiklada ng piano. Hindi lamang puro puting tiklada ang ating pinipindot, kinakailangan din nating daanan ang mga itim na tiklada. At alam ng mga musikero na ang kombinasyon ng mga itim at putting tiklada – na parang kombinasyon ng kaligayahan at kalungkutan ng buhay – ang siyang mas nakagagawa ng kaaya-aya at de kalidad na tunog.

Bukod sa pagbibigay ng lasa at kulay ng buhay, bakit kinakailangan pa nating maghirap? Bakit pa kinakailangang magbigay ni Lord ng mga pagsubok ng buhay?

Ang diyos ay diyos na kahit wala ang mga nilalang. Hindi dagdag o kabawasan sa pagiging Diyos niya ang mga nilalang. Kung tutuusin nga, hindi na niya kinakailangan pang lumikha dahil diyos na siya. Ngunit dahil sa kanyang pagmamahal ay nilikha niya tayo. Nilikha tayo ng Diyos dahil sa pagmamahal niya sa sanilibutan. Bilang mga nlalang, natural lamang na ibalik natin ang pagmamahal na iyon sa diyos na siyang unang nagmahal at lumikha sa atin.

May mga pagkakataon kasi na sa kadahilanang masyado na tayong nagiging makasarili bunga ng ating tagumpay, nakakalimutan na nating magpasalamat sa diyos. Paminsan-minsan, kinakailangan tayong “kalugin” ng diyos upang magising tayo sa katotohanang mayroong diyos na pinagmumulan ng lahat ng tagumpay at ganap na kaligayahan.

Gayundin naman, ang Diyos ay umaakto bilang mga “traffic signs” sa “highway ng paglalakbay natin sa buhay.” Huwag natin itong ituring bilang mga balakkid sa paglalakbay sa buhay, bagkus, ituring natin ang diyos bilang isang gabay upang makarating tayo sa ating paroroonan ng ligtas. Dahil sa bandang huli, diyos din naman ang patutunguhan nating lahat. Ang diyos ang simula at katapusan ng lahat ng mga bagay. Siya ang Alpha at Omega ng sanlibutan at ng ating mga buhay.

Ang plano ng diyos para sa kanyang mga nilalang ay palaging “happy ending.” Kung sa istorya ng buhay natin ay para bang gusto na nating sumuko dahil sa mga pagsubok at problema nating hinaharap, alalahanin na nating hindi pa iyon ang “happy ending” na itinakda ng Diyos para sa atin. Iyong mga iyon ay ituring nating “pampagana at pampaganda” ng istorya ng ating buhay.

Sa bandang huli, nais kong sabihing hindi naman talaga nagpapabaya ang Diyos. Kung sa tingin nating parang “nilalayasan” tayo ng diyos sa ating buhay, sana ay sumagi sa ating isipan na “nagtatago” lamang ang diyos ngunit palagi pa rin siyang nagmamasid at gumagabay sa atin.

Nawa, ang ating isigaw sa buhay ay hindi ang “pagpapabaya ng diyos” kundi “DIYOS KO! DIYOS KO! SALAMAT AT HINDI MO AKO PINABAYAAN!”

Alam kong hindi ako pababayaan ng Diyos sa loob ng dalawang taon sa labas ng bakuran ng seminary. Alam kong may maganda siyang plano sa akin.

Ano pa mang mga pagsubok ang dumating sa akin, kakayanin ko ito dahil alam kong may plano ang diyos sa akin. Padayon!

This was originally posted last year. I decided to repost this one to reach wider audience. Have a blessed Good Friday everyone!

Source: juanrepublic

Si Juan, Ang Doktor, Ang Burgis at si Lolo (Isang Dayalektiko)

"Philosophy graduate ka lang? Anong maitutulong mo sa amin?"

Iyan ang mga katagang sinabi sa akin ng isang propesyonal na nakasama ko noon sa aking trabaho. Isa siyang doktor. Isang inirerespetong Doktor ng Medisina sa kaniyang larangan. Sa pakiramdam ko noon ay parang niyurakan ang aking pagkatao, act and potency. Kasama na ang pakiramdam na para na ring naging biktima ng medical malpractice ang mga comrades ko sa loob ng seminaryo na nagpapagal at nagsusunog ng kilay sa pag-aaral ng Pilosopiya.

Aminin na nating mga alipin at mga minsang naging alipin nina Frederick Copleston, Henri Renard, Paul Glenn, Samuel Enoch Stumpf at Vincent Potter. Nangangagat ang katotohanan. Limitado ang oportunidad para sa ating mga nagtapos ng Pilosopiya. Kung wala kang malakas na backer at hindi ka madiskarte sa paghahanap ng trabaho, kadalasan, teacher ng Pilosopiya at Teolohiya o Kolboy sa BPO Industry ang bagsak mo. Kolboy na babad sa radiation ng computer at nakikipagtalo sa mga foreigner sa telepono gamit ang fake American accent.

Matapos ang carefully-planned at well-executed na mutiny laban sa akin ng mga comrades at superiors ko sa seminaryo, hindi agad ako nakapaghanap ng trabaho. Bukod kasi sa aberya sa transcript of records ng batch namin, hindi agad nag-sink in sa akin ang mga bagay-bagay. Planado na kasi ang pagtuloy ko sa Theology Department ng Arsidiyosesis ng Lipa (Taga Diyoseis ng San Pablo ako). At kasagsagan noon ng global financial crisis, hassle maghanap ng trabaho.

Nagsisinungaling ako kung sasabihin kong hindi sumama ang loob ko sa mga comrades at superiors ko. Pakiramdam ko noon ay para akong tinraydor ng aking mga kapatid at mga magulang. Na para akong itinakwil ng aking sariling Pamilya. Nilasing ako ng paniniwalang may mga taong traydor at magaling lamang kapag kaharap. Nilunod ako ng kaisipang biktima ako ng isang makabagong inkwisisyon ng simbahan.

Ngunit sa kabila noon, hindi ako nagtanim ng galit. Hindi ko sinubukang maghiganti a la Napoleon Bonapartre French Revolution-style o Ampatuan-flavored mass murder sa mga prayle at seminarista. Hindi nawala ang respeto at paggalang ko sa kanila. Dahil sa kabila ng lahat, nandoon pa din ang katotohanang mayroong pagkukulang at pagkakamali sa akin - na kailangan kong punuan at ayusin sa labas ng seminaryo. Na ginawa lamang nila ang kanilang parte bilang mga magulang at kapatid na nagtutuwid at nagdi-disiplina sa anak.

Respeto. Isang makatao at pang-taong ugali at gawain. Para lamang sa mga rational animals na pinagkalooban ng freedom at intellect. Kaugalian at gawaing ipinagkaloob lamang sa pinakamataas na uri ng nilalang - tao. Tao lang. Hindi kasama ang hayop. Hindi kasama ang mga irrational animals. Kaya’t ang mga katagang “Hayop Ka!” na sinasambit ng isang taong walang paggalang at respeto ay akma at may malalim na pakapahulugan.

Respeto. Sinasabing nagkakaroon lamang ng respeto kapag ganap na kilala ang isang tao. Kapag nagkaroon na ng koneksyon o kaya naman common ground sa pagitan ng dalawang indibidwal. Kapag na ng koneksyon at pagkakakilanlan, doon papasok ang tiwala. At kapag nabuo na ang tiwala, mabubuo ang respeto at paggalang. Maaari ding magkaroon ng respeto ang isang indibidwal sa mas nakakataas sa kanya. Ang empleyado sa kanyang bosing. Ang anak sa kanyang mga magulang. Ganyan ang respeto sa kontekstong pinaniniwalaan at tinatanggap ng lipunan. Ngunit hindi iyon ganap.

Sa paglabas ko ng seminaryo, mas namulat ako sa realidad ng buhay sa totoong mundo. Mas nakilala ko ang realidad ng buhay na malayo sa comfort zone ng seminaryo. Madami akong nakilalang mga tao na mula sa iba’t-ibang sektor ng lipunan. Naging libangan ko ang pagsusulat at pagba-blog ng mga bagay-bagay na aking nasasalubong sa isang araw. At ang madalas kong maisulat ay ang araw-araw kong karansan sa realidad ng marginalization ng mga burgis at dukha.

At ang isa sa hindi ko matanggap ay ang konsepto ng mga burgis ng “breeding.”

Breeding. Iyon daw ang distinction ng mga burgis sa masa. Ng may pinag-aralan sa mangmang. Ng sosyal sa jologs. Ng laking aircon sa mga hampas lupa. Wasak. Kung dati ay ginagamit lang ang salita sa besprend ng tao (read: anong breed ng aso niyo?), ngayon ay ginagamit na din sa tao. 

Para bang gustong sabihin ng mga taong “may breeding” na askal ka, may lahi ako. Iyon ang hindi ko matanggap at lubos na maunawaan. Gamitin nating halimbawa ang mga aso. Lahat naman ng aso ay may breed. Ang totoong issue lang ay kung imported o lokal. Nakasanayan lang natin na kapag sinabing ang aso ay “may breed”, ang iniisip natin agad ay ang magagandang lahi na imported.

Hindi ako sumasang-ayon sa pahayag ng mga burgis ng “kulang sa breeding” ang mga tao sa ibaba nila. Lahat ng tao ay may breeding, iba-iba nga lang. Kung paanong inirerespeto at dapat nating respetuhin ang kultura ng iba, gayundin naman ang “upbringing” at kinalakahian ng isang tao. Pantay-pantay tayo mga matapobreng utak aso.

Lahat tayong mga tao ay nilikha ng pantay-pantay at pare-pareho. Pare-pareho tayong mga Homo Sapiens. Pare-parehong binubuo ng mga cells, tissues, at organs para maging isang tao. Pare-parehong may freedom at intellect. Pare-parehong mamamatay. Pare-parehong nasa iisang puwesto sa Tree of Porphyry. Lahat tayo ay pantay-pantay ng mga substantial, corporeal, sentient at rational animals.

Nandiyan ang katotohanan ng hindi pagkakapantay-pantay ng mga tao dahil sa yaman, pinag-aralan, at social status. Ngunit ang mga iyon ay aksidente lamang - maaaring andiyan, maaaring wala. 
Magpasalamat ka kung isinilang ka sa may kayang pamilya. Kung niloob na paglaruan ng Cosmos ang tadhana, puwede kang isilang sa isang dukhang pamilya. O kaya isa sa miyembro ng mga tribo sa Africa. Chumamba ka lang. Tandaan mong isinilang tayong lahat na walang saplot. At kapag namatay ay mabubulok at kakainin din ng lupa.

Kung sa buhay mo ay wala kang respeto at paggalang sa kapwa mo tao, wala kang pinagkaiba sa hayop. Kung ang tingin mo sa sarili mo ay hamak na mas mataas kumpara sa ibang tao, hindi ka tao. Itinuturing mo ang sarili mong Diyos. Hangal! Subukan nga natin ang kapangyarihan mo? Kung hindi mo naiisip na pantay-pantay tayo, ibigay mo na lang ang talinong ipinagkaloob sa iyo ng Lumikha. Sayang at hindi mo naman ginagamit.

Isinusulat ko ang artikulong ito sa malayo at bundok na Barangay ng De La Paz, Lungsod ng Batangas habang binabantayan ang aking lolo na iginupo ng stroke. Hindi man siya comatose, palagi siyang natutulog, hindi makapagsalita, ang pagkain ay ipinapadaan sa tubo, at kung huminga ay parang si Darth Vader - staggard at parang palaging nahihirapan. Kailangang palaging may nakabantay sa kanya dahil gusto niyang tanggalin ang tubo na dinadaanan ng kaniyang pagkain.

Nakakakilig at may kurot sa puso ang ginagawang pag-aalaga ng lola sa kaniyang asawa. Kinakausap. Nilalambing. Nililinisan. Pinapalitan ng diaper at damit. Kung minsan nga ay umaalis na lang ako sa tabi dahil baka hindi ko mapigilan ang pagpatak ng aking luha.

Nakakataba ng puso ang maya’t mayang dagsa ng mga taong dumadalaw. Bata, matanda, Thunder Cats, octogenarian, kamag-anak, kapitbahay, kakilala. Nakakatuwang isipin na sa simpleng pagdalaw at pakikipagkuwentuhan, nakakabawas ng pagod at sakit na nararamdaman naming pamilya. Iyon bang simpleng pagdalaw at pakikiramay dahil minsang naging parte ang lolo sa kanilang buhay. (Balita ko pa nga’y may mga pulitikong dumalaw noong nasa ospital pa ang lolo. Kung kawanggawa man o political strategy na maituturing, hindi ko alam).

Ang mga taong iyon ay mga taga-bukid. Ang ilan ay High School lamang ang tinapos. Ang ilan ay pangingisda lamang at pagtatanim ang alam na ikabubuhay. Mga itinuturing na “lesser being” ng mga nasa itaas.

Hindi mo naman kailangang maging edukado at magkaroon ng mataas na pinag-aralan para ipakita ang iyong respeto, pakikiramay, at paggalang sa kapwa mo tao. Sapat na ang malaman mo at isabuhay ang kahalagahan ng pagkakapantay-pantay at pagkakaugnay-ugnay nating mga tao.

Hindi mga doktor ang mga ordinaryong tao na dumadalaw sa lolo. Pero napapagaan nila ang aming kalooban at nabibigyan ng kasiyahan na hindi kayang gawin ng ibang doktor. Hindi mo kailangang magtapos ng medisina para “makapagpagaling” ng isang tao. Sapat na ang marunong kang makiramay, rumespeto at makipag-kapwa tao.

At sa aking opinyon, hamak na mas mabuti iyon kumpara sa doktor na ang pananaw ay walang maitutulong ang mga pilosopong nag-iisip at nagninilay ng mga ganitong bagay.

Pag-ibig at kapayapaan para sa ating lahat. Padayon!

Ang artikulong ito ay nakalaan para sa “Virtually Unconditioned” column sa The Prolegomenon (Opisyal na pahayagan ng St. Francis de Sales Major Seminary, Lipa City). Ang column ay nakalaan para sa mga “virtual seminarians” - mga seminaristang nasa labas ng seminaryo at nasa ilalim ng regency program. Isang malaking pag-uuyam (irony) na noong panahon ko bilang editor-in-chief nagsimula ang Virtually Unconditioned. Magsusulat din pala ako dito? Wasak!

Una itong nalathala sa aking blog noong isang taon - bago mamatay ang aking Lolo. Pinili kong i-publish siyang muli para sa mas maraming mambabasa. At para ipaalala sa ilan ang tila nakakalimutang respeto sa kapwa - lalo na ngayong malapit na ang Mahal na Araw.

Source: juanrepublic

Ang Kulturang Pamana ni Willie sa mga Noypi

"Hindi niyo ba alam ginagawa kayong tanga?" - Itchyworms (2006)

Exploiting poor people’s stories para tumaas ang ratings, magmukhang bida at mabait ang host (konti na lang Messiah na), at makalikom ng maraming pera at sponsor. Ganyan ang tingin ng ilan sa istilo ng entertainment ng modern-day Messiah Willie Revillame.

Mula Wowowee hanggang sa Willing-Willie. Kunsabagay, halos wala ng namang pinagkaiba ang formula ng dalawang programang iyon. Matatandaang naghabol pa ang ABS-CBN noon sa TV-5 at sa Wil Productions dahil sa diumano’y copyright infringement ng Willing-Willie sa Wowowee.

Sinasabing ang mga nasabing programa ni Revillame ay puno ng exploitation sa masa at paggawa sa mga itong uto-uto at tanga kapalit ng ligaya (ng mga manonood) at pera.

Pero iyon nga ba ay maituturing na exploitation? O isang mababaw lamang na uri ng kaligayahan at entertainment dala na din ng ilang dekadang ganoon-na-lamang-palagi-ang-format na mga programa? Dahil ba nasanay na ang mga gumagawa ng mga programa na ganoon ang aliw na kinagigiliwan ng masa? Ano nga ba ang naghihiwalay sa exploitation at entertainment?

Exploitation o entertainment? Narito ang ilan sa aking mga napansin.

Bakit kailangan pang i-broadcast sa telebisyon kung gaano mo kamahal ang kapamilya mo? Dahil ba nasa TV ka? O mas madrama? O dahil hindi mo kayang sabihin nang harapan at kapag walang mediator? O dahil sa pera? Non sequitur.

Kapag mas kahabag-habag ang istorya ng kalahok, kapag mas makawasak cardiovascular system ang mensahe ng hinilang kamag-anak, kapag mas nakakatuwa ang ipinakitang talento, at kapag sumipsip at mas napasaya ang host, mas malaki ang perang ibibigay sa iyo. 

Para bang sinasabing kung gusto ninyong magka-pera at mabago ang buhay, pumila lang kayo dito at ibuhos ang luha ninyo. 

Isama mo pa ang mga kasamahan niyang mga mananayaw na tinipid ang tela ng mga damit at co-host na ginagawang katawa-tawa ang sarili para mapaligaya ang mga manonood  (Ito ay napansin ko doon sa nauna niyang programa. Hindi na kasi ako ngayon masyadong nakakapanood ng bago niyang programa). Ganoon ang kanilang depenisyon ng pagpapaligaya at pagbibigay inspirasyon sa milyun-milyong manonood sa buong mundo.

Matanong ko lang, napansin mo ba ang set-up ng kanilang studio? Pabilog na parang arena. Sino ang nasa itaas at sino ang malapit sa “gitna ng arena”? Hindi ba ang madalas makuhanan ng kamera at nasa ibaba ay iyong mga burgis na nangibang bayan, pagkatapos ay bumalik ng bansa, pilipit ang dila, at tinitingala.

Sino ang nasa itaas? Ang madla na araw-araw ay nagtitiyagang pumila at nagbabakasakaling mababago ang kanilang buhay. Ang masa na pinangakuan na sila ang numero uno sa programa. ang masa na ginagamit ang wasak nilang storya at kawalan ng pera para tumaas ang kita ng palabas.

Pero sino ba talaga ang bida? 

Ang masa o ang host na ipinangangalandakan ang sandamakmak niyang endorsements, araw-araw kinakanta ang mga kanta na parang opening prayer na ng programa, at ang pagpo-promote ng kaniyang album? 

Hindi naman sa pine-personal ko ang naka-salaming host pero mayroon siyang kasaysayan ng pananakit ng babae at nasirang kasal. Ganoon ba ang taong dapat hangaan ng nakararami at araw-araw pinapalakpakan?

Kung inyo ding mapapansin, nanghihiya siya ng co-host, dancer, staff, at mga bongbong na contestant. Kung conscious man o hindi niya iyong ginagawa, wala na akong pakialam. 

Hindi ko na gagatungan pa ang gusto nila sa kanilang sistema. At ikaw na nakababasa nito na suki ng programang tinutukoy ko, huwag mo agad akong paniniwalaan. Subukan mong magmasid at ito ay obserbahan para lubusan mo akong maunawaan.

Ilan lamang iyan sa aking mga napansin sa kanyang mga programa.

Kamakailan lamang, muli na namang sumailalim sa kontrobersya si Ginoong Revillame. Ito ay nang sumayaw ng mala-macho dancer ang isang batang nagngangalang JanJan habang umiiyak. Tiningnan ng karamihan ito bilang isang pang-aabuso sa bata. At as usual, pinuntirya na naman ng libo-libong pambabatikos si Willie.

May mga nakisawsaw na mga artista sa issue. May mga dumipensa kay Willie (mga taga-hanga at manunulat kasama na si Tita Cristy Fermin). May mga lumapit sa Pamilya ng bata para umano’y mabigay ng tulong at suhulan ang mga magulang na kalabanin si Willie. May mga advertisers na nag-pullout ng kanilang produkto. May mga opisyal na nagalit at nangako ng imbestigasyon. At kung saan-saan pa sumuot ang isyu.

At as usual, may mga nagsasabing naiinggit lamang ang mga kritiko sa yaman ni Ginoong Revillame. Walang basehang akusasyon pero pabayaan na lang natin.

Nagkaroon nga ba ng exploitation sa parte ni Janjan? Totoo nga bang siya ay inabuso? Katanggap-tanggap ba ang pamamaraan na ginawa niya at ng kanyang pamilya upang magkaroon ng konting salapi? Dadaan pa ito sa mahabang debate. Pero kung tatanungin mo kung ano ang opinyon ko sa isyu na ito, walang nagbago, sapat na ang nabasa mo sa itaas.

Panigurado diyan, may mga magsasabing, "Buti pa nga si Willie, nakakatulong. eh yung iba diyan, o ikaw, ano na ba ang nagawa?

Pero katanggap-tanggap nga ba ang ganitong klaseng entertainment para sa masa? Ano nga ba ang mas matimbang? Yung okay lang na magmukhang katawa-tawa ang contestant kapalit ng pera at ligaya? O iyong araw-araw silang nakikipagsapalaran sa kanilang buhay pero wala namang nangyayari?

Pera o kahihiyan? Karangalan o kaligayahan? Mahaba-habang inuman pa ito.

Naniniwala ako na hangga’t nandoon sa “lebel” na iyon ang antas ng entertainment ng masa (na hindi ko naman inaalipusta), magpapatuloy pa din ang ganitong kalakaran.

At hangga’t mayroon pa ding milyon-milyong Pilipino na naghihirap, hangga’t kakaunti pa din ang pagkakakitaan, hangga’t mayroon pa ding mga palabas sa telebisyon na nagbibigay pag-asa at instant na kayamanan, mananatili pa din ang ganitong kalakaran.

Nakakabahala lamang tingnan. Yung dating pinupuna, nagiging katanggap-tanggap at nagiging bahagi na ng ating sistema.

Nagiging isa ng kultura.

Nagsimula ang Wowowee noong 2005. 2011 na ngayon, Willing-Willie na. Anim na taon na ang nakakalipas at mukhang magtatagal pa. Pero ganoon pa din ang nakikita ko.

Walang nagbago. 

Source: juanrepublic

Impeachment Blues
This is history. After former President Joseph Ejercito-Estrada’s impeachment trial back in 2000-2001, another impeachable official is set to be impeached. This time, in the person of one of the most hated official in history - Ombudsman Merceditas Gitierrez.
Finally, our Lawmakers have done something right in favor of the people. Please remember that during the last administration, we have never seen this event during the numerous times that an impeachment complaint against former President Gloria Arroyo was filed.
Most impeachment complaints are always pronounced as dead on arrival. No thanks to the witch’s allies at the Camara de Representantes.
And now, at last, the Impeachment will be brought to the Senate. In yesterday’s press conference, Merceditas Gutierrez said that her impeachment was a product of “dark politics”. She may be right considering that the proceedings appeared to be done in a haste and that some of the Congressmen appeared to have a personal motif (revenge perhaps) to impeach (and replace) her.
Dark politics. It appears that some Congressmen conjured a dark mark a la Death Eater to show the power of Lord Voldemort. Okay, never mind this sentence.
Merceditas Gutierrez also said that she has done nothing wrong during her time as an Ombudsman, that she has worked on the controversial cases involving the President and the First Gentleman, and that her conscience was clear.
Really? So what happened to those cases after all these years?
Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo is now a Congresswoman. Former First Gentleman Mike Arroyo is still the same fat guy. While the whistle blowers - Vidal Doble, Sandra Cam, Boy Mayor (who was killed), Jun Lozada - are all suffering the consequences of their action of speaking the truth - poor, unemployed, hiding from death threats, and living a miserable life. Ironic eh?
Dearest Ombudsman, please remember that there are two (2) kinds of sins - the sin of commission and the sin of omission. Wala ka ngang ginawang masama, pero wala ka din namang ginawang mabuti, anong pinagkaiba noon?
The case will be brought to Senate. And soon, we will witness the second impeachment trial in Philippine history.
I hope the Senate and the Senators will be fair enough on this trial. Not only for the filipino people. Not only for Merceditas Gutierrez. But for the truth to come out.
Unlike the Estrada impeachment trial where Chief Justice Hilario Davide acted as the judge, this time, Senate President Juan Ponce Enrile will be the one. It’s gonna be Manong Johnny “Gusto ko Hapy Ka” Enrile! In times like this, we really need an elder, an ancient, a veteran to help us find the truth. I just hope that he will not look like Palpatine/Darth Sidious when he got mad at the hearing for I will surely laugh my ass out.
During the Estrada trial, one of the most memorable line was Emma Lim’s "Uminom po. Hindi po kinakain yung iced tea" to Estelito Mendoza. I am looking forward to some “light moments” during the trial.
I am excited for Senator Lito Lapid on the impeachment trial. ‘Nuff said.
I hope this will not only lead to the impeachment of Merceditas but for the principal actors of the crime to be punished by the law.
You mad Merci? I don’t think so. You said that you have been expecting this one. Good luck on your trial. And for delicadeza’s sake, will you please step down from your office while you are being tried at the Senate?
Wear peach shirt. Eat peach-graham refrigerator cake. Impeach Merceditas.
I hope this will be a beginning of a new era on Philippine politics and our nation building.
Give us the truth. Give us the justice. Viva Filipinas. Padayon!
Original photo courtesy of the Philippine Daily Inquirer. Edited by the author for humor purposes, to connect to the audience, and to pursue creative and artistic excellence. Nuks!

Impeachment Blues

This is history. After former President Joseph Ejercito-Estrada’s impeachment trial back in 2000-2001, another impeachable official is set to be impeached. This time, in the person of one of the most hated official in history - Ombudsman Merceditas Gitierrez.

Finally, our Lawmakers have done something right in favor of the people. Please remember that during the last administration, we have never seen this event during the numerous times that an impeachment complaint against former President Gloria Arroyo was filed.

Most impeachment complaints are always pronounced as dead on arrival. No thanks to the witch’s allies at the Camara de Representantes.

And now, at last, the Impeachment will be brought to the Senate. In yesterday’s press conference, Merceditas Gutierrez said that her impeachment was a product of “dark politics”. She may be right considering that the proceedings appeared to be done in a haste and that some of the Congressmen appeared to have a personal motif (revenge perhaps) to impeach (and replace) her.

Dark politics. It appears that some Congressmen conjured a dark mark a la Death Eater to show the power of Lord Voldemort. Okay, never mind this sentence.

Merceditas Gutierrez also said that she has done nothing wrong during her time as an Ombudsman, that she has worked on the controversial cases involving the President and the First Gentleman, and that her conscience was clear.

Really? So what happened to those cases after all these years?

Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo is now a Congresswoman. Former First Gentleman Mike Arroyo is still the same fat guy. While the whistle blowers - Vidal Doble, Sandra Cam, Boy Mayor (who was killed), Jun Lozada - are all suffering the consequences of their action of speaking the truth - poor, unemployed, hiding from death threats, and living a miserable life. Ironic eh?

Dearest Ombudsman, please remember that there are two (2) kinds of sins - the sin of commission and the sin of omission. Wala ka ngang ginawang masama, pero wala ka din namang ginawang mabuti, anong pinagkaiba noon?

The case will be brought to Senate. And soon, we will witness the second impeachment trial in Philippine history.

  • I hope the Senate and the Senators will be fair enough on this trial. Not only for the filipino people. Not only for Merceditas Gutierrez. But for the truth to come out.
  • Unlike the Estrada impeachment trial where Chief Justice Hilario Davide acted as the judge, this time, Senate President Juan Ponce Enrile will be the one. It’s gonna be Manong Johnny “Gusto ko Hapy Ka” Enrile! In times like this, we really need an elder, an ancient, a veteran to help us find the truth. I just hope that he will not look like Palpatine/Darth Sidious when he got mad at the hearing for I will surely laugh my ass out.
  • During the Estrada trial, one of the most memorable line was Emma Lim’s "Uminom po. Hindi po kinakain yung iced tea" to Estelito Mendoza. I am looking forward to some “light moments” during the trial.
  • I am excited for Senator Lito Lapid on the impeachment trial. ‘Nuff said.
  • I hope this will not only lead to the impeachment of Merceditas but for the principal actors of the crime to be punished by the law.

You mad Merci? I don’t think so. You said that you have been expecting this one. Good luck on your trial. And for delicadeza’s sake, will you please step down from your office while you are being tried at the Senate?

Wear peach shirt. Eat peach-graham refrigerator cake. Impeach Merceditas.

I hope this will be a beginning of a new era on Philippine politics and our nation building.

Give us the truth. Give us the justice. Viva Filipinas. Padayon!

Original photo courtesy of the Philippine Daily Inquirer. Edited by the author for humor purposes, to connect to the audience, and to pursue creative and artistic excellence. Nuks!

Source: juanrepublic

What’s Next? Who’s Next?
In a unanimous (and expected) 212 votes in favor for impeachment (46 are not in favor while the 4 other abstained to vote), the House of Representatives sent the articles of Impeachment to the Senate for trial of Ombudsman Merceditas Gutierrez.
Even with the long and pataasan ng ihi-ish interpullation among the Solons that took place until almost midnight, we’ve seen this one coming especially that the majority in the Congress are against the former Arroyo Regime.
I also expect the Arroyo family (Gloria, Mikey the Security Guard, and Dato) to vote against the impeachment. It’s just funny to see that during the voting, the camera was focused on Gloria (who was busy doing some stuff on her phone), Dato (also busy on his phone), and security guard Mikey (who looks like a haggard, obese security guard).
Okay. Finally, our Lawmakers are doing their job. During the last administration, we have never seen this event during the numerous times that an impeachment complaint against former President Gloria Arroyo was filed.
Pinapatay kasi agad ng mga ka-alyado ng mga Arroyo.
What’s next? In the event that Merceditas is impeached and replaced by a new Ombudsman, I hope that the crimes of the past administration will once again be brought to light.
We must not let the fight of the past whistle blowers die in vain.
Brace yourself witch. You’re next.
The truth will set our country free. Hopefully. But I do not just want the truth to come out. I also want consequences. Game?
But for now, let’s wait for further developments on this case.
I am inviting you to wear peach shirt and to eat peach graham cake in support for the impeachment trial against Merci. Just kidding.
Kitakits sa Senado. Viva Filipinas! Padayon!

What’s Next? Who’s Next?

In a unanimous (and expected) 212 votes in favor for impeachment (46 are not in favor while the 4 other abstained to vote), the House of Representatives sent the articles of Impeachment to the Senate for trial of Ombudsman Merceditas Gutierrez.

Even with the long and pataasan ng ihi-ish interpullation among the Solons that took place until almost midnight, we’ve seen this one coming especially that the majority in the Congress are against the former Arroyo Regime.

I also expect the Arroyo family (Gloria, Mikey the Security Guard, and Dato) to vote against the impeachment. It’s just funny to see that during the voting, the camera was focused on Gloria (who was busy doing some stuff on her phone), Dato (also busy on his phone), and security guard Mikey (who looks like a haggard, obese security guard).

Okay. Finally, our Lawmakers are doing their job. During the last administration, we have never seen this event during the numerous times that an impeachment complaint against former President Gloria Arroyo was filed.

Pinapatay kasi agad ng mga ka-alyado ng mga Arroyo.

What’s next? In the event that Merceditas is impeached and replaced by a new Ombudsman, I hope that the crimes of the past administration will once again be brought to light.

We must not let the fight of the past whistle blowers die in vain.

Brace yourself witch. You’re next.

The truth will set our country free. Hopefully. But I do not just want the truth to come out. I also want consequences. Game?

But for now, let’s wait for further developments on this case.

I am inviting you to wear peach shirt and to eat peach graham cake in support for the impeachment trial against Merci. Just kidding.

Kitakits sa Senado. Viva Filipinas! Padayon!

Source: juanrepublic

What is Oil?
Honestly, I cannot think of a good title for this post.
I have been sitting here inside a computer rental shop for about half an hour. You have read that right. I am currently away from the comfort of my beloved headquarters and tried an adventure which I haven’t done for quite some time now - to write serious stuff while being surrounded by shouting and cursing DOTA boys.
Yeah, it is hard to focus on your stuff when these kids are shouting and cursing at my ear. I am such a masochist.
Since I owned a laptop and an internet connection at our house, I stopped visiting my beloved computer rentals shop. But there is this one thing that I miss with this dark and noisy shops - the culture and the vibe of war among these kids. And that masa vibe of these places. Kids from the grassroots can play with and wage virtual war with upper class kids- thanks to technology their and love for the game.
Honestly, I cannot relate to these DOTA and Garena boys. It has been more than a decade since I last played a computer game. I was Grade 6 then when I last played Starcraft, Red Alert, Counter Strike, and Quake Arena.  
So much for the introductory kuwento.
And while these kids are waging their own war in the cyber world (and I honestly cannot tell the purpose and end of these games, a real war has started on the other side of the globe. In the real world. 
Dubed as Operation Odyssey Dawn, Allied Forces has started their air strikes against Muammar Gadaffi and his military armada.With the blessing of the UN Security Council, they have started to atack Gadaffi’s forces to protect the Libyan people from Gadaffi’s attacks.
And I am just okay with that. In times like these, we really need the help of these powerful countries to neutralize the situation.
But on the other hand, it came to my mind the other reality of this war.
Conspiracy theorists and chismosos said that the reason for the American attack on Iraq back in 2003 during the Operation Iraqi Freedom was not only to liberate the Iraqis from Saddam Hussein but also to take control of their rich oil deposits.
And after almost 8 years, it may be happening again. This time, in Libya.
I have nothing against the Allied Forces in helping the Libyan people. But hopefully, this will not lead to another allied-imperialist invasion.
Woah, I smell oil. I smell oil. How about you?
Will Libya be the next Iraq? We don’t know. Let’s just wait and see.
And hopefully, Muammar Gadaffi’s killing spree will soon come to an end.
Going back, I can no longer bear this noisy and ghastly environment inside the computer shop. I need fresh air outside. I’m out of here. 
God save Libya. Padayon!

What is Oil?

Honestly, I cannot think of a good title for this post.

I have been sitting here inside a computer rental shop for about half an hour. You have read that right. I am currently away from the comfort of my beloved headquarters and tried an adventure which I haven’t done for quite some time now - to write serious stuff while being surrounded by shouting and cursing DOTA boys.

Yeah, it is hard to focus on your stuff when these kids are shouting and cursing at my ear. I am such a masochist.

Since I owned a laptop and an internet connection at our house, I stopped visiting my beloved computer rentals shop. But there is this one thing that I miss with this dark and noisy shops - the culture and the vibe of war among these kids. And that masa vibe of these places. Kids from the grassroots can play with and wage virtual war with upper class kids- thanks to technology their and love for the game.

Honestly, I cannot relate to these DOTA and Garena boys. It has been more than a decade since I last played a computer game. I was Grade 6 then when I last played Starcraft, Red Alert, Counter Strike, and Quake Arena.  

So much for the introductory kuwento.

And while these kids are waging their own war in the cyber world (and I honestly cannot tell the purpose and end of these games, a real war has started on the other side of the globe. In the real world. 

Dubed as Operation Odyssey Dawn, Allied Forces has started their air strikes against Muammar Gadaffi and his military armada.With the blessing of the UN Security Council, they have started to atack Gadaffi’s forces to protect the Libyan people from Gadaffi’s attacks.

And I am just okay with that. In times like these, we really need the help of these powerful countries to neutralize the situation.

But on the other hand, it came to my mind the other reality of this war.

Conspiracy theorists and chismosos said that the reason for the American attack on Iraq back in 2003 during the Operation Iraqi Freedom was not only to liberate the Iraqis from Saddam Hussein but also to take control of their rich oil deposits.

And after almost 8 years, it may be happening again. This time, in Libya.

I have nothing against the Allied Forces in helping the Libyan people. But hopefully, this will not lead to another allied-imperialist invasion.

Woah, I smell oil. I smell oil. How about you?

Will Libya be the next Iraq? We don’t know. Let’s just wait and see.

And hopefully, Muammar Gadaffi’s killing spree will soon come to an end.

Going back, I can no longer bear this noisy and ghastly environment inside the computer shop. I need fresh air outside. I’m out of here. 

God save Libya. Padayon!

Source: juanrepublic

Sweet Soul Revue - Pizzicato Five

Every dekada nobenta kid who grew up in the Philippines knows this song. Trust me, this will bring back a lot of memories.

Long before the advent of Taiwanese F4 and Korean Pop invasion here in the Land of Juan, Filipinos were already a fan of Japanese pop. Utada Hikaru and Pizzicato Five were just some of the artists who invaded our music charts during the nineties.

The culture and reality of singing a song without understanding its lyrics is not new to us Filipinos. Let’s take this song for example, the only English word used here is the word “Baby” and the rest is pure Japanese. Never mind the lyrics. It’s the catchy tune that matters.

Experts and sociologists said that this is a common formula for foreign, non-English musicians to succeed in the Philippines - a catchy song, a different fashion statement, and a single English word to the song! Bingo! You will have an instant hit here in the Philippines.

So I am telling you my friends, do not abhor the kids who are into Korean Pop, singing a song without understanding its lyrics. We’ve been here before. How many of us are guilty singing the Mexican songs of our favorite telenovela (Marimar for example)? And how many of us are guilty singing "Anak ka ni Cookie!" on one part of this song?

Don’t be a hypocrite. We were all guilty of this one.

Pana-panahon lang ‘yan. Or as Kuya Kim Atienza would say it, weather weather lang

Why am I writing about Japanese Pop, their influence, and nostalgia?

The recent tragedy in Japan came as a shocker for all of us. And I realized how great their influence to us have been.

Because of them, we have our favorite anime shows, we have Gundam, Ghost Fighter, Voltes V, Maskman, Fiveman, Jetman, Bioman, and other TV shows of our childhood. They gave us Japanese Pop. They gave jobs for our Filipino entertainers (commonly known in the nineties as “Japayuki(s)”). And they gave us Maria Ozawa being enjoyed by most of the kids and pervs today. Okay, I was just trying to lighten things up on that last part.

What am I trying to say is that the Japanese were influential to us, our culture, our lifestyle. In these troubled times for our Japanese friends, let us not forget to pray for them and their country.

But for the meantime, enjoy the nostalgia brought by this song. Padayon!

Source: juanrepublic

Mighty Hoax and the Pinoy Culture of Chismis

I had a real life over the past weekend so I was away from the internet during the height of the tragedy in Japan. No tweets. No Tumblr posts. Just glued on the television and broadsheets for news and updates.

I have been backreading some of my favorite bloggers here on Tumblr and I have seen their sentiments, posts, and other stuff to deliver news, information, and awareness to netizens of the cyber empire created by David Karp.

Technology played a vital role in spreading the news and information during the height of the tragedy. We have seen photos and videos here on Tumblr and Facebook. Twitter played an important role to seek help to rebuild the devastated nation. News agencies became an instrument to find missing people after the tragedy.

And while technology was used to spread information faster, it was also used by some cunning individuals to spread malicious items and hoax to induce fear.

Let’s Just Leave It to the Angry Birds

Earlier this morning, while having a caffeine break and waging war to pigs using my angry birds armada to refresh my mind, I received a text message about the alleged BBC report about the nuclear fallout in one of the nuclear power plants in Japan and how allegedly, a radioactive rain (brought by the wind from Japan) will wreak havoc in the Philippines. It also warns the people to take extra precaution. And according to a friend, some versions of the text messages went as far as advising the people to use umbrellas, raincoats, putting Betadine (iodine solution) on the neck, and taking generous amount of iodized salt.

So there you go my friends, in case of a nuclear war in the future, you already know that some of our Kababayans' protections would be the following: umbrella, kapote, Betadine, and iodized salt (Sing “Iodized salt! Iodized salt! Mag-iodized salt tayo” dekada nobenta jingle here).

I immediately dismissed the text messages as a hoax for I have read beforehand the tweets and updates of respected journalists and news agencies.

I bet the one/s who created this hoax was/were laughing like the King of the Pigs on Angry Birds - Mighty Hoax level. 

"Yehey! Walang Pasok!"

I switched the TV on and look for a local news program. As expected, most of the people who were unaware of the real score about the chismis would panic. But I was taken aback when I learned that a school/college suspended their classes because of this chismis.

Seriously, why didn’t they (the administration and whoever who is in-charge) verify first the reports before suspending the classes? With today’s technology, one can easily know whether an item is true or not. There’s Twitter. There’s Facebook. There’s the internet.

I now wonder if some bored students were the ones who were behind this hoax.

Let’s be Mutants like the Ninja Turtles

Though there are people who panicked on this chismis, some, after knowing that it was just a hoax, were smart enough to poke fun on this chismis. Pinoy na pinoy!

Some said that if the radiation leak reaches the Philippines, we will be mutants - but mutants with super powers. And I had fun reading the would-be “powers” of some people and celebrities I follow on Twitter.

Having fun, smiling amidst a nakaka-badtrip na item. That’s a Pinoy classic.

Chismis Culture?

It all started with a chismis - an unconfirmed text message that was repeatedly forwarded because of fear. Whoever was the one behind this fiasco, he succeeded. He induced fear and changed the normal routine of some of the Filipinos. He created an instant talk-of-the town. Or if he did it for fun, for sure, he laughed his ass out.

It’s just so disappointing that some idiots grab the opportunity of a disaster to create something stupid and for self-gratification.

Should our chismis culture be blamed? Our love for showbiz-oriented shows and tabloid-liked stories may be a factor. But I saw something “good” with this incedent.

It also showed the culture of Pinoy compassion.

They forwarded the messages to their friends and loved ones hoping that it will save them from impending harm and disaster.

Unfortunately, they passed the wrong message.

And the rest was an infamous story.

With today’s technology, news and information can be delivered faster. But technology doesn’t give us accuracy or veracity instantly.

So here’s a thing my friends: Check your sources, verify the reports, look for the other side of the story, and dare to ask.

Mas mahusay ang may alam. Ngunit mas lalong mahusay kung tama ang nalalaman.

But for now, I will resume my war against these pigs. I need to gain more stars on this Mighty Hoax level of Angry Birds to have more golden eggs. Padayon! 

Source: juanrepublic


This is a personal blog where rants, raves, and everything in between is written and posted.

About the Blogger: His name is Juan, a frustrated writer who hails from a sauna town at the foot of Mount Makiling. He spends his being an overworked and underpaid High School teacher and being a self-proclaimed superhero who is dreaming and trying to make a difference, one post at a time.

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