on the maguindanao massacre

the sitch is that there are two feuding political families wanting to both become dynasties, a place far from the nosy denizens of the metropolis, and that big virtue they call greed and the fact that national elections is coming. the ultimate end is to accumulate wealth for the elections, win the elections, and accumulate more money after the elections.

i don't know which university, school of thought or school of hard-knocks taught them, some people actually think wealth and power justifies one's existence. hence, the chasm every politician gets into as soon as he decides running for office. hence, the need to employ every available means to achieve wealth and power. means include killing people who should be out of the way, including and most specially nosy journalists who are after the truth.

not unknown to the world is the recent massacre of journalists in maguindanao, mindanao. this rocked the world and threatened all media practicioners. more than 12 journalists were found slaughtered unjustifiably. and for what reason? the feud between two families involved in local politics. what was the motive? still unknown.

still, the main query is if there is a need to waste all those lives? need they take the mother, brother, father, sister, friend, son and daughter of some other person? did they have to "liquidate" all of them?

i was told that a majority of the possible accused might have believed in the idea that a person's existence on earth is temporary and that it is essential to secure a good afterlife.

yeah, so? they had no right to take somebody else's life. they're not GOD! and how are they supposed to have a good afterlife if here on earth, they have foregone all possible ways to be kind and worthy of an afterlife?

what is wrong with them?

ampatuan killings

how dare they! whoever they may be, what got into them? the murderers, i meant.

if i were a conspiracy junky, i'd say the governemnt staged this ambush and have a justification to alarm the citizenry and declare a state of emergency. man, will i distrust the governement for eternity.

i shake my head in disgust. and i'm not even a conspiracy junky.

KORIMAwR in the palace

i don't even know what a kurimaw is. it's probably one of those mythical characters.

it's as unknown to me as a non-friend's best kept secret. i was referring to the kurimaw.

as for KORIMAR, man, do i know a lot. i mean, based on the fact that i have seen all airings of korina sanchez' and senator mar roxas' wedding, i think i have sufficiently stuffed myself with the mush and awe and love and sincerity in mar's eyes and korina's long walk down the aisle (pun not intended).

mar looked like a man-boy about to hurl in glee coz he'll be standing next to his long-time crush. korina, on the other hand sppeared to be thinking only of herself. fine, i'll cut her some slack. she's the bride, it's her wedding day and she's supposed to be the star. supposedly. it's mar's wedding, too, you know.

mar seemed happy. his smile was genuine. i think i have a crush on him. man, is this gay. to hell with you, homophobes!

i was wondering, if mar were the standard bearer of his party, i'd vote for him coz i'd know he'd espouse my interests: a new anti-vawc law ( it becomes ANTI VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMEN, CHILDREN AND DISCRIMINATED GAYS), more dialogue with our ally-states, abolish the mmda, more budget allocation for education, abolish the pork barrel and impose executive orders that would instill, if not maintain, the integrity of the three branches of government.

as for his spouse, i'm in the dark as to what kind of first lady she would be.

today in baclaran

i go to church to pray. when i don't feel like praying and i happen to be in church, i meditate or keep quiet or not make any noise.

today, i felt like going to church. i was minutes late and had no chance to be seated. the pews were filled to the brim. i bet even those who came in at the time the priest walked towards the altar weren't even able to get seats.

so there i was, cramped between a public servant and one guy who didn't get the memo that mullet is out. okay fine. i would've stopped with the criticism if only this did not happen:

Catholics would know the parts of the mass. for the benefit of those who have no idea what i am talking about, i would like you to be informed of that when the churchgoers fall in line for the communion. background music is played to allow churgoers to meditate or receive the host prayerfully. it is supposed to be a solemn moment, heck, the entire mass is supposed to be solemn.

but no, this guy in the mullet, thinking that just because no one is speaking means that the lull is a gap in the mass, pulls out his phone and starts talking on the phone. he wanted to appear somebody important by talking louder and making the entire conversation audible. darn it! at that moment, i wasn't able to hear myself think. i told myself to let this slide and give the guy a break. besides, i was there to add good karma points to my record. i thought the call was urgent and that it wouldn't take long, as mullet man should have known that what he was doing was inappropriate. this went on for a few more minutes.

i couldn't take it, so i poked him with my umbrella and said loudly (with the obvious intention of humiliating him), "excuse me, you are in a church, not in a phonebooth. respect us who are praying!"

he said his goodbye and told the person he was talking to that the mass was to proceed. he kinda omitted the part that he was bugging those around him.

ay yay yay! mullet men!

for jacko

dear jacko,

i heard you were and still are famous. good for you. i just saw my blog on mr. francis magalona and i thought, let's say something for mr. mj.

thing is, there's only one song that come's to mind and it has nothing to do with the moonwalk. MAN IN THE MIRROR wrings my poor heart. i love that song.
i'm sorry mr. jackson, unlike mr. francism, you weren't there for me. your songs didn't inspire me coz they were just so damn commercial. no heart. can't relate to anything you said. i'm sorry i can't give you much praise coz you lived in pretension, you actually changed the color of your skin, i can't respect you for that. that was a blatant disrespect of your race. you inspired your fans to embrace superficiality.

oh jacko...

morning/evening prayer

we all know that

Angel of God, my guardian dear, to whom is love, commits me here, etc.

is a morning prayer.

what would you do if you see someone teaching it to his/her kid as an evening prayer?
would you confront the parent and tell him/her it's wrong?
or would you rather not budge, besides it's not your kid?

love, marriage and a baby carriage.. and of course, in-laws

the reason why i want to get married is that i found the guy i could get married to. he's almost perfect--okay, well, right now, he seems to be the caring guy i'd lke to have around me. that's coz he knows what i like and dont like and he seems to understand certain things about me that my relatives dare not understand. i just hope he follows throught with his plans of becoming a bigger and better person. i also hope our partnership may withstand time.
my next concern is my fear that my god won't bless me with kids. i really hope he does. i know my future husband wants one, and i'm pretty sure he wont hate me if we wont have any. i'd love to have a mini-me, though. i want her to be as talkative and smart as the kid i used to be. if god makes her brilliant, i wont complain.
on in-laws. i dont like the idea of having to paste a polyester smile on my puckers. well, they havent done anything that could destroy my idea of being part of their family, except that time when they've banned me from their house coz i might run amuck after their stupid impoverished neighbor called me fat, and that time when they said that my boyfriend wont buy me a new wedding gown, but rather borrow some person's gown, and that time when their favorite quack doctor thought i was fat and warned me that overweight pigs had a difficult time giving birth. so there, i fear the idea of being around commoners who feel they have the right to be rude, stupid and spontaneous. i feel that if i hang around people who are neither my relatives, schoolmates, close friends, i would expose myself to people i dont like.

i am stressed. freakin' out even. i'm also sad coz nobody believes in me. even my closest friend. u felt that my i.q. sunk below sea level and my e.q., worse. i dont know what to feel. i cant summon tears, they're just not there. i cant be angry again and let bad karma raining on my parade.

mother thinks i can make it coz she feels i can. i want to believe her.

apologia

look, i just want world peace. i bash because i detest the raging violence and treachery in our world. why are we all driven by resentment and by the idea that one race should reign supreme and allow tragedy to befall on others.

what there is is a world of hate, a world of need and a world of selfishness. this is sad.

i rant because i am sad. i rant because of my disappointment in my inability to do something about my beloved society.

my friends, should my ramblings offend you, i am truly sorry. my ramblings were my verbal defecations in writing.

mr. magalona, the man from manila

as one of those who lived in thehip-hoppin' 90's, i'm supposed to say something to francis magalona.

pare, you made nasyunalismo cool. i commend you for that.

at the time when we imported items flooded the Philippines, you managed to shake us from neo-colonialism with your makabayan chants.

at sige na nga, aminin na: i memorized mga kababayan ko, learned to do the running man and sang cold summer nights when sad. that's coz you said so. that was eons ago.

now that you're gone, please send somebody else, someone like you.

opinyon sa eksena sa cembo

ganito yun, dati pa man ay hindi ako galit sa mga ganyang tao. wala din naman akong pakialam sa kanila. hindi rin naman ako madamot, at hindi ako nanglalait. malamang dahil hindi ako nakikipagkaibigan sa mga ganyang klase ng tao, hindi kasi ako binigyan ng pagkakataon para makihalubilo sa ganun. marunong akong tumulong at marunong akong gumalang. marunong akong dumistansya at marunong akong mamili ng kakausapin at kakaibiganin.
hindi sila ang klase ng taong kakausapin ko.
problema lang kapag inaakala nila na pwede nila akong kausapin kagaya ng mga kapitbahay nila, na kagaya nila, ay wala ring modo, sa paraan na hindi kaaya-aya saan mang anggulo mo tingnan.

kakausapin ko na sila. papatulan ko na yang mga hinayupak na yan.
mga pakialamero rin kasi yang mga yan at papansin. palibhasa, wala silang alam gawin kundi igalaw ang mga bibig nila ayon sa indayog ng mga bayag at suso nila.

eksena sa cembo

may isang pamilya sa brgy. cembo sa makati city na ubod ng bastos. mga walang trabaho mga anak, mga apong lasenggo, mga apo sa tuhod na hindi karapatdapat i-display. ang paraan ng pagbati nila ay alin lang sa dalawa: "uy, ang payat mo na." o "uy, ang taba mo." yan lang ang kaya nilang ilagay sa kokote nila, yun lang kasi ang kasya.
pinagmamalaki ng lola ng mag-anak na ito ang fact na matagal na siyang nakatira duon, 1940's pa raw. nyek! around that time, puro talahib lang dun, mga snatcher at sari-saring masasamang-loob ang nakatira duon. tambakan din ito ng mga sinalvage ( in stupid hampas-lupa language it means the corpse of a murdered person).
anong ipinagmamalaki nila? na nuon pa man panget na lugar nila?

oo, sa lugar nila, eksena sa umaga ang mga babaeng may bitbit na sanggol habang nakikipag-chismis sa kapitbahay o sa kung sinumang inaakala nilang kaibigan nila. ang usual topics ay kung sino ang nahuli nilang nagnakaw ng mga sinampay dun sa mga hindi-squatters, sino ang nabuntis, na sana ay ilibre naman sila sa jollibee, at mga kwento tungkol sa mga kamaganak nilang mayaman na malamang ay hindi sila kilala at isinusuka na sila pero ipinagmamalaki pa nila ito.

bastos

hindi porke mahirap ka at nakatira ka sa squatters' area eh may lisensiya ka na maging bastos.

rich in spirit

blessed are they who are poor, for they are rich in spirit. spirit, as in enthusiasm? maybe. should the word be used in another sense, i'd throw a fit and picket at the gates of vatican city. the poor have no sense of morality. all they care is their survival. they dont listen to their conscience, coz they think depravity is its ultimate consequence. the poor are also poor in spirit. they make their poverty an excuse for everything. they don't care if they've skinned you alive, all they care is that they're alive and surviving.

unevil

guess i really am evil. i've friends made it clear that they want nothing to do with me. If ever we're friends in facebook or friendster or multiply thats coz theyre polite.

there's some friend i dont exactly consider best friend. that's coz methinks we're second degree friends. he's my lover's bestfriend. i wouldn't wanna intrude, man. i recently opened his page and saw that my profile was in his list of top friends.. dang. i feel baaad..

when i grow up

i will be stable. I will no longer bash and dis the unfortunates, and i will definitely run for office.