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what i did with 2 cans of latex paint already in the trash
Saturday, December 18, 2004
Thursday, December 16, 2004
weird moment of the week
where: butuan city jail
when: december 16
occasion: jail visit to political prisoner cyril
weird moment:
senior jail guard belting out the psychedelic furs' ghost in you' in the jail videoke machine.
weird moment runner up:
60 years plus female visitor singing 'when the smoke is going down' and 'still loving you' by the scorpions!
when: december 16
occasion: jail visit to political prisoner cyril
weird moment:
senior jail guard belting out the psychedelic furs' ghost in you' in the jail videoke machine.
weird moment runner up:
60 years plus female visitor singing 'when the smoke is going down' and 'still loving you' by the scorpions!
Thursday, December 09, 2004
new year's resolution
Noong sumubok magtanong ang tatay ko sa ‘spirit of the glass’ ng ‘mananalo ba ako sa sweepstakes?’ ay sinagot siya ng baso ng ‘bumili ka ng sweepstakes’.
Dahil tingin niya hindi siya tatama sa sweepstakes ay hindi siya bumili ng sweepstakes. Dahil hindi siya bumibili ng sweepstakes hindi siya tumama sa sweepstakes.
Si alfredo lim bumili ng sweepstakes, mayor na siya ng maynila noon ay nanalo pa siya sa sweepstakes. Tama ang baso, paano ka suswertehin kung wala namang pagkakataon para ka swertehin.
Sa susunod sa taon, enero hanggang disyembre 2005, bibili ako ng sweepstakes, tataya sa lotto at sasali sa mga pa-raffle. Mangungolekta ako ng mga tansan, foil, wrapper, sachet, magbabasa ng poster ads for details, pipirma ng mga sobre at iisa-isahin ang lahat ng mga drop boxes.
Pagkatapos ng isang taon magbibilang ako. Magbibilang ako kung magkano nagastos ko para malaman na wala talaga akong swerte. O kaya ay kung kung ilang bagong best friends at close relatives meron ako kapag tumama ako ng milyones. Mwahaha!
Dahil tingin niya hindi siya tatama sa sweepstakes ay hindi siya bumili ng sweepstakes. Dahil hindi siya bumibili ng sweepstakes hindi siya tumama sa sweepstakes.
Si alfredo lim bumili ng sweepstakes, mayor na siya ng maynila noon ay nanalo pa siya sa sweepstakes. Tama ang baso, paano ka suswertehin kung wala namang pagkakataon para ka swertehin.
Sa susunod sa taon, enero hanggang disyembre 2005, bibili ako ng sweepstakes, tataya sa lotto at sasali sa mga pa-raffle. Mangungolekta ako ng mga tansan, foil, wrapper, sachet, magbabasa ng poster ads for details, pipirma ng mga sobre at iisa-isahin ang lahat ng mga drop boxes.
Pagkatapos ng isang taon magbibilang ako. Magbibilang ako kung magkano nagastos ko para malaman na wala talaga akong swerte. O kaya ay kung kung ilang bagong best friends at close relatives meron ako kapag tumama ako ng milyones. Mwahaha!
Thursday, November 25, 2004
rosicrucians
I just saw the movie National Treasure. I enjoyed watching it because Misty and I had this conversation recently about Masons in the Philippines. We were intrigued about the ‘mysterious’ nature of the group and we thought someone should write a book about their influence in the politics of the country, past and present.
The organizational structure of the Katipunan was said to be patterned on the Masonic Lodges of which many of our revolutionary heroes were members. One of the great historical controversies concerning Rizal involved the Masons. Anyway, that conversation led me to give Misty an advanced birthday present of Umberto Eco’s book -Foucault’s Pendulum.
Which is the second reason why I enjoyed the movie, because with all the talk about Knights Templar and secret societies and Free Masons, and all these symbols like the pyramid and the all-seeing-eye and the all that stuff – I remembered how enthralled I was the first time I encountered all these in Eco’s book.
I had read the prologue of the Da Vinci Code and it reminded me of Foucault’s Pendulum, then just other day I read a review of National Treasure which said it was like the Da Vinci Code put to film, ha! They might as well have included the Rosicrucians.
The weird thing is that I don’t remember what Foucault’s Pendulum was all about, I just remember having enjoyed losing myself in the story, which means I probably didn’t know what was going on in the book most of the time.
It’s the same way with The Rebel by Albert Camus, I just know there’s a good critique of Marxism in one of its chapters, but all I remember are the words exigency and expediency…and that the book has been with Misty for over five years already, hmmmm.
Hey, now I remember all these books that are….ah….. in my friends’ safekeeping (I hope). Aying has Milan Kundera’s The Joke, of which I only know there’s this lady character who shat a lot hahaha! I think it’s fitting that I still have The Book of Laughter and Forgetting with me.
Zeena, who I haven’t seen for a long time, has three of my books that I haven’t seen for even a much longer time. Foremost is the booklet on Humanism, from the World’s Living Religions series, that turned me into an agnostic when I was in fourth year high school. I was convinced by what it said that people could live good lives even without the promise of eternal life in heaven or the threat of eternal suffering in hell. I thought that if there really was this one GOD and I would be punished for not believing in him or her or whatever it is, then it’s just my luck for being created by such a petty, selfish, illogical, hateful, arrogant, despotic and oh so childish GOD.
She also has the Pocketbook of O’Henry Short Stories, which is quite redundant I think, anyway this book taught me that many novels are just short stories with a lot of bullshit thrown in. Lastly, she has this 70’s edition of Our Bodies, Ourselves by the Boston Women’s Health Collective (or something that sounds like that), a feminist classic which she borrowed before Gerrie, whom I bought the book for, could even read it.
Gerrie lent her cousin Riders on the Storm, I haven’t seen another copy of the book anywhere ever since. It's written by John Densmore the drummer of the Doors about the Doors, need I say more?
Gladys has my copy of Catch-22 by Joseph Heller, the funniest book I’ve read even though I don’t know how the story goes anymore. The only other book that got me laughing as much is this retelling of the story of King David, I don’t remember the title now but there’s this scene where the nervous and incredulous Moses asked the voice behind the burning bush ‘You want me to tell the Israelites that the your name is ‘I am What I am?’
My copy of Two Towers is with her sister Grace who borrowed it after she saw The Fellowship of the Rings. It’s the only book I have of the Tolkien Trilogy which I bought at a super used bookshop in Guadalupe, Makati at a time when one can’t find a copy even at the National Bookstore, so it was a treasure when I found it two years after I read the first book. It would be another year before I could read The Return of the King. Max has my copy of The Silmarillion, I hope he still has it.
I don’t know where my Utos ng Hari by Jun Cruz Reyes is, or my Complete Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle, and others I don’t even remember now. Some are lost, like Erika Jong’s Fear of Flying which I left on top of a phone booth at the MRT station in Buendia. But as Len told me, things are never lost, just misplaced.
I just hope all these books are being read by someone rather than gathering dust somewhere. Bookcrossing.com is dedicated to this philosophy that books should continue to be read, so there’s this whole community of booklovers who ‘release’ books into the world (deliberately leave books in strategic locations) in hope that it would be discovered and released again. The books have tags though so that its journey could be tracked through the website. There are some books released by members in the Philippines already.
Maybe that’s why I don’t feel so bad about ‘releasing’ my books to friends, you know, “spread the love” “share the joy” “feed the universal mind”.
Whatever.
The organizational structure of the Katipunan was said to be patterned on the Masonic Lodges of which many of our revolutionary heroes were members. One of the great historical controversies concerning Rizal involved the Masons. Anyway, that conversation led me to give Misty an advanced birthday present of Umberto Eco’s book -Foucault’s Pendulum.
Which is the second reason why I enjoyed the movie, because with all the talk about Knights Templar and secret societies and Free Masons, and all these symbols like the pyramid and the all-seeing-eye and the all that stuff – I remembered how enthralled I was the first time I encountered all these in Eco’s book.
I had read the prologue of the Da Vinci Code and it reminded me of Foucault’s Pendulum, then just other day I read a review of National Treasure which said it was like the Da Vinci Code put to film, ha! They might as well have included the Rosicrucians.
The weird thing is that I don’t remember what Foucault’s Pendulum was all about, I just remember having enjoyed losing myself in the story, which means I probably didn’t know what was going on in the book most of the time.
It’s the same way with The Rebel by Albert Camus, I just know there’s a good critique of Marxism in one of its chapters, but all I remember are the words exigency and expediency…and that the book has been with Misty for over five years already, hmmmm.
Hey, now I remember all these books that are….ah….. in my friends’ safekeeping (I hope). Aying has Milan Kundera’s The Joke, of which I only know there’s this lady character who shat a lot hahaha! I think it’s fitting that I still have The Book of Laughter and Forgetting with me.
Zeena, who I haven’t seen for a long time, has three of my books that I haven’t seen for even a much longer time. Foremost is the booklet on Humanism, from the World’s Living Religions series, that turned me into an agnostic when I was in fourth year high school. I was convinced by what it said that people could live good lives even without the promise of eternal life in heaven or the threat of eternal suffering in hell. I thought that if there really was this one GOD and I would be punished for not believing in him or her or whatever it is, then it’s just my luck for being created by such a petty, selfish, illogical, hateful, arrogant, despotic and oh so childish GOD.
She also has the Pocketbook of O’Henry Short Stories, which is quite redundant I think, anyway this book taught me that many novels are just short stories with a lot of bullshit thrown in. Lastly, she has this 70’s edition of Our Bodies, Ourselves by the Boston Women’s Health Collective (or something that sounds like that), a feminist classic which she borrowed before Gerrie, whom I bought the book for, could even read it.
Gerrie lent her cousin Riders on the Storm, I haven’t seen another copy of the book anywhere ever since. It's written by John Densmore the drummer of the Doors about the Doors, need I say more?
Gladys has my copy of Catch-22 by Joseph Heller, the funniest book I’ve read even though I don’t know how the story goes anymore. The only other book that got me laughing as much is this retelling of the story of King David, I don’t remember the title now but there’s this scene where the nervous and incredulous Moses asked the voice behind the burning bush ‘You want me to tell the Israelites that the your name is ‘I am What I am?’
My copy of Two Towers is with her sister Grace who borrowed it after she saw The Fellowship of the Rings. It’s the only book I have of the Tolkien Trilogy which I bought at a super used bookshop in Guadalupe, Makati at a time when one can’t find a copy even at the National Bookstore, so it was a treasure when I found it two years after I read the first book. It would be another year before I could read The Return of the King. Max has my copy of The Silmarillion, I hope he still has it.
I don’t know where my Utos ng Hari by Jun Cruz Reyes is, or my Complete Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle, and others I don’t even remember now. Some are lost, like Erika Jong’s Fear of Flying which I left on top of a phone booth at the MRT station in Buendia. But as Len told me, things are never lost, just misplaced.
I just hope all these books are being read by someone rather than gathering dust somewhere. Bookcrossing.com is dedicated to this philosophy that books should continue to be read, so there’s this whole community of booklovers who ‘release’ books into the world (deliberately leave books in strategic locations) in hope that it would be discovered and released again. The books have tags though so that its journey could be tracked through the website. There are some books released by members in the Philippines already.
Maybe that’s why I don’t feel so bad about ‘releasing’ my books to friends, you know, “spread the love” “share the joy” “feed the universal mind”.
Whatever.
Sunday, November 14, 2004
fried balut
seen at the waterfront hotel davao, ano ang nakakagulat sa picture?
ang presyo! nakita nyo ba yong presyo? wow hanep! baka mahal yong cashew, kasi mura lang ang balut eh. sabagay glorified kyuk-kyuk naman na me lime coco sauce pa. manginginom sigurado ang nakaisip niyan.
dito sa mindanaw wala pa akong nakitang kyuk-kyuk o tokneneng, walang orange egg man!! bummer. miss ko tuloy overpass ng quiapo o entrance sa PUP pucha don ata ako nagkahepatitis eh, sa kakakain ng orange egg nuong estudyanteng aktibista pa ako.
minsan sa isang inuman dati sa riles sta mesa eh naglatag ng pulutan na sangkatutak na balut na tinanggalan na ng balat at tinadtad na me kasamang sibuyas at sinabuyan ng suka, hanep, mukhang propaganda material ng mga anti-abortionists! kwela naman kapag lasing na.
pero di ko type yong kyuk-kyuk, yung balot na binalutan ng arinang kulay orange. ewan bakit, para kasing ganlalaki na ng kuko at tuka. kaya di rin ako kumakain ng day old eh. yong kapatid kong babae na kinamanghaan kong kumakain non dati eh nagtigil ang hilig sa balut nuong napahigop siya ng sabaw ng itlog na balut na di pa naluluto.
badtrip talaga kalidad ng street food dito sa atin eh, di tulad sa bangkok na asa kultura nila ang pagtinda at pagbili ng pagkain sa kalye. kaya sigurado kang edible ang tinitinda. dito badtrip ka kapag me insekto pagkain mo, doon nga insekto mismo ang binebentang bilang pagkain, nakakain ako don nuong parang matatabang hantik. sa cambodia ako tumikim ng itsurang ipis talaga, snack ng mga tao sa barge.
sa tapat ng UCCP hostel sa butuan naman eh merong exotic foodshop, mga palaka, bayawak at sawa. ang sales pitch parati nila eh masarap daw parang manok, pero ano pang exotic don kung lasang manok lang pala! and ale lumalabas na exotic eh yong manok kasi lasang sawa!
bukas kakain ako ng puto maya sa palenge sa valencia, bukdinon, at siguradong aasarin ko na naman sarili ko dahil alam ko nang walang kasabay na mainit na tsokolate don di tulad sa dumaguete na kung saan panghihinayangan ko naman ang malapot na tsokolate sa palengke nila dahil walang churros!
teka ang meron dito sa davao ay tuna chicharon! hmmmm... maka-iskor nga!
ang presyo! nakita nyo ba yong presyo? wow hanep! baka mahal yong cashew, kasi mura lang ang balut eh. sabagay glorified kyuk-kyuk naman na me lime coco sauce pa. manginginom sigurado ang nakaisip niyan.
dito sa mindanaw wala pa akong nakitang kyuk-kyuk o tokneneng, walang orange egg man!! bummer. miss ko tuloy overpass ng quiapo o entrance sa PUP pucha don ata ako nagkahepatitis eh, sa kakakain ng orange egg nuong estudyanteng aktibista pa ako.
minsan sa isang inuman dati sa riles sta mesa eh naglatag ng pulutan na sangkatutak na balut na tinanggalan na ng balat at tinadtad na me kasamang sibuyas at sinabuyan ng suka, hanep, mukhang propaganda material ng mga anti-abortionists! kwela naman kapag lasing na.
pero di ko type yong kyuk-kyuk, yung balot na binalutan ng arinang kulay orange. ewan bakit, para kasing ganlalaki na ng kuko at tuka. kaya di rin ako kumakain ng day old eh. yong kapatid kong babae na kinamanghaan kong kumakain non dati eh nagtigil ang hilig sa balut nuong napahigop siya ng sabaw ng itlog na balut na di pa naluluto.
badtrip talaga kalidad ng street food dito sa atin eh, di tulad sa bangkok na asa kultura nila ang pagtinda at pagbili ng pagkain sa kalye. kaya sigurado kang edible ang tinitinda. dito badtrip ka kapag me insekto pagkain mo, doon nga insekto mismo ang binebentang bilang pagkain, nakakain ako don nuong parang matatabang hantik. sa cambodia ako tumikim ng itsurang ipis talaga, snack ng mga tao sa barge.
sa tapat ng UCCP hostel sa butuan naman eh merong exotic foodshop, mga palaka, bayawak at sawa. ang sales pitch parati nila eh masarap daw parang manok, pero ano pang exotic don kung lasang manok lang pala! and ale lumalabas na exotic eh yong manok kasi lasang sawa!
bukas kakain ako ng puto maya sa palenge sa valencia, bukdinon, at siguradong aasarin ko na naman sarili ko dahil alam ko nang walang kasabay na mainit na tsokolate don di tulad sa dumaguete na kung saan panghihinayangan ko naman ang malapot na tsokolate sa palengke nila dahil walang churros!
teka ang meron dito sa davao ay tuna chicharon! hmmmm... maka-iskor nga!
Wednesday, November 03, 2004
si-en-en
bakit ko kailangang antabayanan ang kada minutong balita sa paghintay kung sino ang nanalong presidente sa estados unidos? anong value added ng ilang oras na buwena manong impormasyong ito bago pa ito ikalat ng mga diyaryo para sa kaalaman ng lahat?
at saka eleksyon ng mga amerikano yon, papakialaman ko ba boto nila? kung si bush ang nanalo eh what's new? di naman imposibleng manalo uli yong gagong yon dahil pinanalo na nila dati yon, mapapakita lang ka-flipan ng mga merkano.
kung si kerry naman nanalo... ano naman sa akin yon? ok, democrat siya at ayaw niya sa ginawa ni bush sa iraq, pero ang democrat na si clinton din naman ang nagmatigas sa embargo sa iraq noon na kinamatay ng maraming sibilyan. tapos, di lang naman iraq invasion ang badtrip na ginawa ng pamahalaang u.s. at wala namang sinabi si kerry tungkol sa maraming mga polisiya't programa nila na nambasubas sa atin at sa buong mundo.
kung sino man ang maging presidente ng u.s. sa sunod na apat na taon ay siguradong po-problemahin natin ang mga epekto ng pagkaluklok nito sa pwesto tulad ng mga nagdaan nang mga presidente ng mga merkano---- kaya, tangina, hihintayin ko na lang sa diyaryo.
at saka eleksyon ng mga amerikano yon, papakialaman ko ba boto nila? kung si bush ang nanalo eh what's new? di naman imposibleng manalo uli yong gagong yon dahil pinanalo na nila dati yon, mapapakita lang ka-flipan ng mga merkano.
kung si kerry naman nanalo... ano naman sa akin yon? ok, democrat siya at ayaw niya sa ginawa ni bush sa iraq, pero ang democrat na si clinton din naman ang nagmatigas sa embargo sa iraq noon na kinamatay ng maraming sibilyan. tapos, di lang naman iraq invasion ang badtrip na ginawa ng pamahalaang u.s. at wala namang sinabi si kerry tungkol sa maraming mga polisiya't programa nila na nambasubas sa atin at sa buong mundo.
kung sino man ang maging presidente ng u.s. sa sunod na apat na taon ay siguradong po-problemahin natin ang mga epekto ng pagkaluklok nito sa pwesto tulad ng mga nagdaan nang mga presidente ng mga merkano---- kaya, tangina, hihintayin ko na lang sa diyaryo.
Thursday, October 21, 2004
Sunday, September 19, 2004
movement for human extinction
i saw the logo of this group about a decade ago in an environmental magazine. i don't even know if there's a real group behind it but i now totally subscribe to this proposition. there is no excuse for delaying, we humans must go.
i saw this sci-fi b-movie once, where an alien race tried to exterminate humans because we propagated unchecked to the detriment of other species, which by definition makes us a virus!
and it's true, all the other land animals that have not died out already are now either in reserves and zoos or are in ranches and farms. either for display or for food.
humans, just one specie, are already exploiting earth beyond it's carrying capacity, beyond it's capability to replenish itself. the world was better off during the time of the giant reptiles.
all our great achievements have not been earth friendly - nuclear technology, industry, engineering, fisheries, animal breeding, agriculture - with what human population is today, even primitive activities won't be sustainable anymore. just imagine close to seven billion humans hunting and gathering!
it's denial of reality if we continue to hold on to the hope that we could reverse all the destruction we have wrought on the planet's ecosystems. how could we expect us to expand the remaining forest covers and mangroves when we've just put a hole in the ozone layer for heaven's sake!
and what's mind boggling is that with all these anthropocentric exploitation and destruction of nature, majority of the ever growing human population has perpetually lived in fear and want! we have not even taken care of ourselves!
look at agriculture for example - with it we altered natural biodiverse ecosystems for the production of favored crop species needed for human consumption - but agricultural lands are now being planted with non-food crops or are being converted for industrial, residential, recreational or military use! we have selfishly appropriated earth's communal resources for our own but we could not even protect and share it between ourselves!
we don’t even see our common humanity. the female half of the population is still struggling for equality after all of human existence. slavery existed way before the great established religions but we had agreed to abolish it only on 1926! - and the damned practice persists today. wars continue to be waged on ethnic, racial, religious, national, political and ideological grounds.
natural selection developed us from apes, and from us evolved corporations. the fittest of the fittest, these creatures have rights equal to the human person, own vast resources and wealth, have massive political clout and they could live for hundreds of years. in case you don’t know it, corporations are the new dinosaurs!
it’s so easy to say that everything’s gonna be alright, there are enough resources, population is not the problem, redistribution is, and we’ll achieve that with the inevitable global social revolution and the coming new age of enlightenment and harmony, when everyone has accepted the love of the one true gender free god, where human rights and the rule of law reign supreme - but that’s plain bull and we all know it.
we are steadily using up the resources with which the future generations are to build this utopian goal with. will the next generation go against millennia of human nature and share among themselves the insufficient amount of potable water, arable land, timber, clean air - that we are leaving them with? i don’t think so.
and why is there a next generation? so that people could have grandchildren! because people don't know how to use the calendar! to satisfy maternal instinct! because it's a sin to copulate outside the framework of conception! so that the family name would continue! because of love! because there might be future presidents among them! for the greater glory of god! because for all the heights of reason that the human mind have scaled we cannot seem to control our baser instincts!
and for all these ridiculous reasons we have imposed our destructive and greedy existence into this world.
what is so great about human beings? NONE! what is so great about being human? NONE!
then, I move that we stop breeding and phase out human existence for our sake and for all other remaining living beings. we had our chance of making this world a better place but we failed. our extinction will make way for the evolution of a wiser and kinder species of earthlings.
i saw this sci-fi b-movie once, where an alien race tried to exterminate humans because we propagated unchecked to the detriment of other species, which by definition makes us a virus!
and it's true, all the other land animals that have not died out already are now either in reserves and zoos or are in ranches and farms. either for display or for food.
humans, just one specie, are already exploiting earth beyond it's carrying capacity, beyond it's capability to replenish itself. the world was better off during the time of the giant reptiles.
all our great achievements have not been earth friendly - nuclear technology, industry, engineering, fisheries, animal breeding, agriculture - with what human population is today, even primitive activities won't be sustainable anymore. just imagine close to seven billion humans hunting and gathering!
it's denial of reality if we continue to hold on to the hope that we could reverse all the destruction we have wrought on the planet's ecosystems. how could we expect us to expand the remaining forest covers and mangroves when we've just put a hole in the ozone layer for heaven's sake!
and what's mind boggling is that with all these anthropocentric exploitation and destruction of nature, majority of the ever growing human population has perpetually lived in fear and want! we have not even taken care of ourselves!
look at agriculture for example - with it we altered natural biodiverse ecosystems for the production of favored crop species needed for human consumption - but agricultural lands are now being planted with non-food crops or are being converted for industrial, residential, recreational or military use! we have selfishly appropriated earth's communal resources for our own but we could not even protect and share it between ourselves!
we don’t even see our common humanity. the female half of the population is still struggling for equality after all of human existence. slavery existed way before the great established religions but we had agreed to abolish it only on 1926! - and the damned practice persists today. wars continue to be waged on ethnic, racial, religious, national, political and ideological grounds.
natural selection developed us from apes, and from us evolved corporations. the fittest of the fittest, these creatures have rights equal to the human person, own vast resources and wealth, have massive political clout and they could live for hundreds of years. in case you don’t know it, corporations are the new dinosaurs!
it’s so easy to say that everything’s gonna be alright, there are enough resources, population is not the problem, redistribution is, and we’ll achieve that with the inevitable global social revolution and the coming new age of enlightenment and harmony, when everyone has accepted the love of the one true gender free god, where human rights and the rule of law reign supreme - but that’s plain bull and we all know it.
we are steadily using up the resources with which the future generations are to build this utopian goal with. will the next generation go against millennia of human nature and share among themselves the insufficient amount of potable water, arable land, timber, clean air - that we are leaving them with? i don’t think so.
and why is there a next generation? so that people could have grandchildren! because people don't know how to use the calendar! to satisfy maternal instinct! because it's a sin to copulate outside the framework of conception! so that the family name would continue! because of love! because there might be future presidents among them! for the greater glory of god! because for all the heights of reason that the human mind have scaled we cannot seem to control our baser instincts!
and for all these ridiculous reasons we have imposed our destructive and greedy existence into this world.
what is so great about human beings? NONE! what is so great about being human? NONE!
then, I move that we stop breeding and phase out human existence for our sake and for all other remaining living beings. we had our chance of making this world a better place but we failed. our extinction will make way for the evolution of a wiser and kinder species of earthlings.
Sunday, September 05, 2004
blue
sa totoo lang wala akong ngiping nabulok, at yon mismo ang naging problema nung aking kanang pangil, lalabas na siya pero kapit na kapit pa ang mga temporary na dapat niyang palitan kaya sa gilagid ko na lang siya lumabas sa taas ng ibang ngipin, kaya parang parati akong naka-ismid.
sobrang alaga kasi sa ngipin ko nuong bata pa ako, kaya antitibay ng temporary, at kaya na rin baku-bako ang mga ngipin ko ngayon. wala namang puwang o siwang sa dapat na kinalagyan ng aking pangil dahil nagsiksikan din ang mga permanente sa lugar nito, pero hindi pantay ang aking labi dahil sa kakulangan ng pangil sa kanan.
medyo tricky ding sipilyuhan ang sungki kong pangil na yon dahil kailangang itaas ko ng husto ang aking labi para maabot ito ng maigi. sa ganitong pagkakataas ng aking labi habang ako'y nagsisipilyo sa harap ng salamin naging palaisipan sa akin kung bakit puti ang bula ng tutpeys na asul. kung hindi sana naubusan ng colgate noon sa tindahan ay wala sanang problema dahil ni minsan sa akin pang maikling buhay noon ay hindi naging asul ang bula ng tutpeys na puti.
naging mailap sa akin ang sagot sa tanong na ito, natungkab at nabunot na lang ang sungking pangil ay puros pagpapatibay ng mga shells at chalk lamang ang natutunan ko mula sa mga patalastas ng colgate at puro ngitian at flying kiss naman sa close-up. nagawan ko pa nga ng tula minsan yan, ang huling linya ay 'o payapa sana ang mundo kung asul ang bula ng tutpeys na blue'.
eh di tumanda na ako ng husto, pagkatapos ng 20 taon ay nakapag-reunion na rin kaming iilan sa mga magkakaklase nuong may sungki pa ako nuong elementarya. isa sa mga andon ay si jazer na matagal nawala dahil nagtrabahong flight attendant (formerly called stewardess during a more potitically incorrect or unpolitically correct time) na base sa kuwait.
sa pagtext ko sa kanya para tanungin kung kumusta siya (kumusta buhay? do you like the things that life is showing you? where are you going to? do you know?) ay naisama ko na ring tanungin kung bakit asul ang langit at kung bakit puti ang bula ng tutpeys na blue. tinanong ko na rin ata kung kelan ang independence day ng vietnam.
nakalimutan ko na if she knew where she was going to pero nakakatuwang isipin na kaklase ko nuong me sungking pangil pa ako ang sa wakas nakapagbigay sa kin ng kasagutang:
"ang bula ng tutpeys na blue ay sanhi ng SLS o sodium laureth sulfate n cya ding sangkap ng soap o shampoo n d apektado ng colorant. ang kemikal n ito ay napabalitang nkkcancer subalit hindi ito ang siyang sangkap n nkklinis kaya't wala nito ang washing machine detergents.'
'Ang SLS ay sagana sa sabong baretang panlaba produkto ng mga kapitalistang mapagsamantala s mga taga nayon n pinaniniwalang pag mas mabula ang labada, mas malinis"
Monday, August 30, 2004
mga binebenta ng bus terminal vendors sa byahe kong cotabato -davao
cotabato
pirated vcds
pirated shades (aalukan ka kahit me suot kang shades)
tabloids
nailcutter, razor, gunting (as a pack or tingi)
durian (hindi prutas but a rubber ring na me soft spikes -kaya durian- na isusuot sa titi)
midsayap
piaya (ewan kung bakit)
matalam
apa (na parang malaking taco shell)
fish crackers
puto
itlog (isahan o pack of three's)
mani
kidapawan
prutas (maraming fruit stands ikaw ang bababa para bumili)
digos
fish crackers
bibingka
itlog (curiously walang itlog ng pugo kahit saan)
ice water
dalandan (pero malamang hindi dalandan tawag nila kasi tagalog term ito na kahit sa luzon eh sa iba ay dalanghita ito, o naranghita na malapit sa kastila ng 'small orange', sa aurora ito ay sitrus na understandable dahil sa ingles na citrus pero ewan lang kung may kinalaman ito sa tawag nila sa mindoro na sinturis)
davao
tabloid na ang headline ay 'DDS victim's dad: I am not Dracula!'
pirated vcds
pirated shades (aalukan ka kahit me suot kang shades)
tabloids
nailcutter, razor, gunting (as a pack or tingi)
durian (hindi prutas but a rubber ring na me soft spikes -kaya durian- na isusuot sa titi)
midsayap
piaya (ewan kung bakit)
matalam
apa (na parang malaking taco shell)
fish crackers
puto
itlog (isahan o pack of three's)
mani
kidapawan
prutas (maraming fruit stands ikaw ang bababa para bumili)
digos
fish crackers
bibingka
itlog (curiously walang itlog ng pugo kahit saan)
ice water
dalandan (pero malamang hindi dalandan tawag nila kasi tagalog term ito na kahit sa luzon eh sa iba ay dalanghita ito, o naranghita na malapit sa kastila ng 'small orange', sa aurora ito ay sitrus na understandable dahil sa ingles na citrus pero ewan lang kung may kinalaman ito sa tawag nila sa mindoro na sinturis)
davao
tabloid na ang headline ay 'DDS victim's dad: I am not Dracula!'
Friday, August 13, 2004
Q. Bok, saan nakaka-iskor ng piratang dvd sa mindanaw?
sa divisoria sa cagayan de oro, P75.
sa davao sa may mantex sa san pedro ang maayos na pwesto, P90
sa bangketa sa paligid ng gaisano ilustre meron din, P85
sa barter sa cotabato P100
sa palengke naman ng valencia sa bukidnon eh P120, ewan kung bakit.
Q. Maganda naman ang titles?
maganda selection sa divisoria, me kopya don ng 'bleu' at 'blanc, pero alang 'rouge'. yong ultraviolet na japanese film na 'versus' meron din, pati 'habla con ella'. me bb king in concert pati stevie ray vaughan na live sa austin city limits.
sa mantex, hindi kasing classic nong mga titles sa divisoria pero merong 'meaning of life' at 'life of brian' ng monty python. meron ding 'unpugged' ni clapton, at yong parehong G3 live na me eric johnson sa una at yngwie malmsteen naman sa isa. 'bowling for columbine' meron din pala don.
puro palabas naman sa sinehan kadalasan ang binebenta sa bangketa, hwag kang bibili non, dahil merong ding dvd copy na kinunan lang sa sinehan na me umuubo pa o tumatayo para bumalik mamya na me dala nang popcorn, kainis. at saka panoorin mo na sa widescreen kung maganda rin lang yong film, tapos kung hindi naman ganon ka-classic eh rentahan mo na lang sa video shop.
ang mga magandang pirated eh yong hindi ipinalabas sa sinehan at wala din sa rentahan, o kaya yong mga super asteeg talaga na di ka makakatulog kapag hindi ka nagkaroon ng kopya. kaya maganda yong mga concerts eh, kasi mauulit ulit mo si bob marley o si jimi hendrix, ilang beses mo ba kasi pwedeng ulit-uliting panoorin si gollum o si yoda bago ka mauwa?
sa barter eh nakakita ako ng 'y tu mama tambien'. sa valencia, walang kwenta titles nila don, nagbebenta na rin lang ng pirata eh ayaw pa ayusin.
Q. Mabuti me classic na titles, ano?
asteeg nga, merong john lennon na live in toronto nuong 1969 na gitarista niya si clapton, eh ni hindi binebenta sa astro vision yon. me mga kwela lang na pauso na pagsasamahin nila sa isang dvd ang 2 titles tapos ang pagsasamahin nila eh 'the piano' at 'the pianist' hehe, o kaya yong 'duplex' na ang kasama eh ' the human stain'! kwela tangna. meron pang 'osama' at saka 'escape from afghanistan' hwek hwek hwek.
me mga matinong anime din. 'graveyard of fireflies' na isinama with 'spirited away' ok na di ba?
pero kanya kanya namang taste yan bok, kung gusto mo ipunin buong serye ng 'police academy' o lahat ng palabas ni bong revilla eh sige, kung san ka masaya. teka, meron nga bang pirated na palabas ni bong?
Q. Malamang wala, kaya nga galit siya sa mga namimirata eh. Maayos naman ang kopya?
ok naman. tsaka parang napansin ko eh wala nang usapin ng region-region kapag pirated, kahit anong region pa ang original niya eh ok lang i-play kahit ano pa region ang player mo. naalala ko tuloy yong pirated na kopya ng 'buena vista social club' sa chatuchak sa bangkok na hindi ko binili dahil pang antarctica ata yong region non. sayang siyet.
yong pirated na vcd ang kakainis ang quality ng kopya, nakakasira ng araw at ng cd-rom kung PC ang ginagamit mo. Kasi dahil sa maramihan at madalian ang pagkopya ng mga ito eh ilang paikot lang ang pag-burn sa kanya ng nga namimirata, kaya yong player o cd-rom mo eh kelangan paikutin ng super bilis ang disc kesa sa normal na ikot para lang mabasa nya yong image. ganyan din sa pirated na audio. kaya ayaw na nang magbigay ng warranty ang mga nagbebenta ng cd-rom eh.
Q. So masaya ka na sa pirated na dvd?
lalo kapag nakakita ako ng kopya ng 'metropolis' o 'la dolce vita' o 'dancer in the dark' o 'urotsukidoji' o kahit anong kurosawa o yong 'jan dara' na palabas sa robinson's galleria sa maynila ngayon kaso asa mindanaw naman ako, demet, siyet.
sa divisoria sa cagayan de oro, P75.
sa davao sa may mantex sa san pedro ang maayos na pwesto, P90
sa bangketa sa paligid ng gaisano ilustre meron din, P85
sa barter sa cotabato P100
sa palengke naman ng valencia sa bukidnon eh P120, ewan kung bakit.
Q. Maganda naman ang titles?
maganda selection sa divisoria, me kopya don ng 'bleu' at 'blanc, pero alang 'rouge'. yong ultraviolet na japanese film na 'versus' meron din, pati 'habla con ella'. me bb king in concert pati stevie ray vaughan na live sa austin city limits.
sa mantex, hindi kasing classic nong mga titles sa divisoria pero merong 'meaning of life' at 'life of brian' ng monty python. meron ding 'unpugged' ni clapton, at yong parehong G3 live na me eric johnson sa una at yngwie malmsteen naman sa isa. 'bowling for columbine' meron din pala don.
puro palabas naman sa sinehan kadalasan ang binebenta sa bangketa, hwag kang bibili non, dahil merong ding dvd copy na kinunan lang sa sinehan na me umuubo pa o tumatayo para bumalik mamya na me dala nang popcorn, kainis. at saka panoorin mo na sa widescreen kung maganda rin lang yong film, tapos kung hindi naman ganon ka-classic eh rentahan mo na lang sa video shop.
ang mga magandang pirated eh yong hindi ipinalabas sa sinehan at wala din sa rentahan, o kaya yong mga super asteeg talaga na di ka makakatulog kapag hindi ka nagkaroon ng kopya. kaya maganda yong mga concerts eh, kasi mauulit ulit mo si bob marley o si jimi hendrix, ilang beses mo ba kasi pwedeng ulit-uliting panoorin si gollum o si yoda bago ka mauwa?
sa barter eh nakakita ako ng 'y tu mama tambien'. sa valencia, walang kwenta titles nila don, nagbebenta na rin lang ng pirata eh ayaw pa ayusin.
Q. Mabuti me classic na titles, ano?
asteeg nga, merong john lennon na live in toronto nuong 1969 na gitarista niya si clapton, eh ni hindi binebenta sa astro vision yon. me mga kwela lang na pauso na pagsasamahin nila sa isang dvd ang 2 titles tapos ang pagsasamahin nila eh 'the piano' at 'the pianist' hehe, o kaya yong 'duplex' na ang kasama eh ' the human stain'! kwela tangna. meron pang 'osama' at saka 'escape from afghanistan' hwek hwek hwek.
me mga matinong anime din. 'graveyard of fireflies' na isinama with 'spirited away' ok na di ba?
pero kanya kanya namang taste yan bok, kung gusto mo ipunin buong serye ng 'police academy' o lahat ng palabas ni bong revilla eh sige, kung san ka masaya. teka, meron nga bang pirated na palabas ni bong?
Q. Malamang wala, kaya nga galit siya sa mga namimirata eh. Maayos naman ang kopya?
ok naman. tsaka parang napansin ko eh wala nang usapin ng region-region kapag pirated, kahit anong region pa ang original niya eh ok lang i-play kahit ano pa region ang player mo. naalala ko tuloy yong pirated na kopya ng 'buena vista social club' sa chatuchak sa bangkok na hindi ko binili dahil pang antarctica ata yong region non. sayang siyet.
yong pirated na vcd ang kakainis ang quality ng kopya, nakakasira ng araw at ng cd-rom kung PC ang ginagamit mo. Kasi dahil sa maramihan at madalian ang pagkopya ng mga ito eh ilang paikot lang ang pag-burn sa kanya ng nga namimirata, kaya yong player o cd-rom mo eh kelangan paikutin ng super bilis ang disc kesa sa normal na ikot para lang mabasa nya yong image. ganyan din sa pirated na audio. kaya ayaw na nang magbigay ng warranty ang mga nagbebenta ng cd-rom eh.
Q. So masaya ka na sa pirated na dvd?
lalo kapag nakakita ako ng kopya ng 'metropolis' o 'la dolce vita' o 'dancer in the dark' o 'urotsukidoji' o kahit anong kurosawa o yong 'jan dara' na palabas sa robinson's galleria sa maynila ngayon kaso asa mindanaw naman ako, demet, siyet.
Friday, August 06, 2004
kuta bato
sa pagpasok pa lang dito sa teminal sa cotabato city, kung ikaw ay nakaupo sa bandang kaliwa ng bus, ay mababasa ang nakapaskil na "Elena V. Co. NO Brownout! Tuloy ang Xerox!"
naalala ko nuong unang mga taon ng dekada nobenta, nuong krisis sa enerhiya at nagsipagyaman sa maynila ang mga tagabenta ng mga generator, uninterruptible power supply, bentilador na tumatakbo sa baterya ng sasakyan at mga pamaypay. Mababasa din noon sa mga naglipanang mga motel sa maynila ang pagkalaki-laking mga nakapaskil na "NO BROWNOUT".
yan ang isang kaibhan ng mga taga cotabato, sa maynila kapag walang brownout ay tuloy ang kantutan, dito eh tuloy ang xerox.
naalala ko nuong unang mga taon ng dekada nobenta, nuong krisis sa enerhiya at nagsipagyaman sa maynila ang mga tagabenta ng mga generator, uninterruptible power supply, bentilador na tumatakbo sa baterya ng sasakyan at mga pamaypay. Mababasa din noon sa mga naglipanang mga motel sa maynila ang pagkalaki-laking mga nakapaskil na "NO BROWNOUT".
yan ang isang kaibhan ng mga taga cotabato, sa maynila kapag walang brownout ay tuloy ang kantutan, dito eh tuloy ang xerox.
Monday, July 12, 2004
novocaine
a nice thing about 'till death do us part' relationships would be the pictures, the couple gets to keep them for posterity.
no one leaves photographs behind and no one gets dumped with them. no one imposes their memories on another person. no one gets to discard their connection to their past. nobody throws away memories. no one goes numb.
i have not been blessed enough, i've turned out to be the sort of person who has to remember photographs, someone who have memories of pictures that once were but now are not.
no one leaves photographs behind and no one gets dumped with them. no one imposes their memories on another person. no one gets to discard their connection to their past. nobody throws away memories. no one goes numb.
i have not been blessed enough, i've turned out to be the sort of person who has to remember photographs, someone who have memories of pictures that once were but now are not.
Friday, July 09, 2004
the light at the end of the tunnel
on june 30 i learned the difference of surface current from under current.
MUNTIK NA AKONG MALUNOD TANGINA!!!
MUNTIK NA AKONG MALUNOD TANGINA!!!
Tuesday, June 22, 2004
iligan city father's day
cheryl, my friend and officemate, sent me a father's day SMS greeting on june 13th and asked me if my daughter ayi greeted me already, of course she didn't because it's not father's day yet as i realized later...much much later...after waiting about half a day for ayi to send me a greeting.
the debutante's kitchen
i spent the first hours of father's day peeling peanut's for the dessert maja blanca at a debut party in the place i was staying in iligan city. i wasn't asked to help in any other way 'cept for peeling those nuts until my eyes drooped heavily for lack of sleep. i spent the previous day helping facilitate a group discussion for the advocacy of an anti torture law in the philippines, and the day before that i joined an area visit in Bukidnon where oil palm plantations expanded into indigenous peoples lands.
the afternoon and evening i wasted waiting for my laundry which cheryl told me couldn't be picked up because the shop's damn dryer got broke or something.
radio interview
i slept in the living room of my hosts and i thought there were just a lot more people going to pee early in the morning (about 5 a.m.) when somebody went GOOD MORNING ROMEL!! i forgot how early they wake up in the province (which is weird because iligan is a city), and i realized they were just waiting for me to get up so they could finally turn on the lights in the living room.
so i turned off the alarm on my cell phone which i had set at the supposedly 'early' hour of six. i took a quick shower and waited for detdet (another friend and offciemate) for us to go to this early radio show where we were given several minutes to advocate for the anti torture law on air.
hello piggy (also gender division of culinary labor)
when we went back to the house the food preparation was in full swing, the playful pig had already been skewered in a bamboo pole and the men were roasting and boiling and whatever else one could do to a pig's innards. the women were in the kitchen, icing was being put on the bare cake and there was pasta cooking on the stove.
the father's day greetings were also finally coming in,
deja vu all over again
while getting tipsy and more sleepy by the minute, i would keep myself awake by going to the kitchen and pester the inhouse master chef and cook who was then placing icing on the cake. but just a short while later i found myself in the same sleeping mat and being called back to the backyard to share something with them again. this time it was the intestines which was cooked by their bald neighbor who really looked like the early mr. clean. this time rhum with coke was being passed around, i wondered if there was a rule to it...liver-rhum and sprite...intestines-rhum and coke.
finally, cheryl contacted me with news that our laundry was finally done and that we could meet in two hours at the terminal to go back to cagayan de oro city enroute back to bukidnon. so i took a bath again to stop myself from falling asleep. refreshed, i was handed more drinks until i really really had to say my goodbyes, which prompted several quickie drinks as i shook my hands with everyone, telling them i'll know even more bisaya next time so as to be less of a communication nuisance. then i had to pass through several levels of feminine blockades that were only to be breached with a really hardened heart. and so, as the party was beginning to warm to its early guests i was already munching on a donut at the city bus terminal bench waiting for cheryl and her boyfriend gordie who had fallen asleep waiting for me, to wake up.
animagus
gordie took the ozamis bus while we took the bus which had 'the bourne identity' playing. because it erally wasn't a long trip, we arrived in cagayan de oro before the movie was finished. two other father's day greeting came in from my officemates, but i still had no money to buy celfone credits to thank them. i remember my wife finally calling me up but i just can't recall which part of the day that was.
we stayed at the usual protestant church hostel and then off we went to the mall where it said it was super specially dad's day there. but we decided that it was harry potter day that day.
back to the top
when i later asked cheryl why she didn't greet me that day when she did a full week in advance, she said she just forgot.
the debutante's kitchen
i spent the first hours of father's day peeling peanut's for the dessert maja blanca at a debut party in the place i was staying in iligan city. i wasn't asked to help in any other way 'cept for peeling those nuts until my eyes drooped heavily for lack of sleep. i spent the previous day helping facilitate a group discussion for the advocacy of an anti torture law in the philippines, and the day before that i joined an area visit in Bukidnon where oil palm plantations expanded into indigenous peoples lands.
the afternoon and evening i wasted waiting for my laundry which cheryl told me couldn't be picked up because the shop's damn dryer got broke or something.
radio interview
i slept in the living room of my hosts and i thought there were just a lot more people going to pee early in the morning (about 5 a.m.) when somebody went GOOD MORNING ROMEL!! i forgot how early they wake up in the province (which is weird because iligan is a city), and i realized they were just waiting for me to get up so they could finally turn on the lights in the living room.
so i turned off the alarm on my cell phone which i had set at the supposedly 'early' hour of six. i took a quick shower and waited for detdet (another friend and offciemate) for us to go to this early radio show where we were given several minutes to advocate for the anti torture law on air.
hello piggy (also gender division of culinary labor)
when we went back to the house the food preparation was in full swing, the playful pig had already been skewered in a bamboo pole and the men were roasting and boiling and whatever else one could do to a pig's innards. the women were in the kitchen, icing was being put on the bare cake and there was pasta cooking on the stove.
the father's day greetings were also finally coming in,
papa hapi faders day!luv u veri much! - ayi: 09:1800and i couldn't answer back because i ran out of celfone credits to do so. i decided to go catch some sleep first but as soon as i got my self on a mat, i got a call from the 'men' at the back to join them in 'something'. that turned out to be a male bonding ritual where we all go feast on roasted pig liver done medium rare. soon rhum with sprite was being passed around.
happy fathers day fr me, kai and yhen. i love u - lenlabs: 10:25:38
deja vu all over again
while getting tipsy and more sleepy by the minute, i would keep myself awake by going to the kitchen and pester the inhouse master chef and cook who was then placing icing on the cake. but just a short while later i found myself in the same sleeping mat and being called back to the backyard to share something with them again. this time it was the intestines which was cooked by their bald neighbor who really looked like the early mr. clean. this time rhum with coke was being passed around, i wondered if there was a rule to it...liver-rhum and sprite...intestines-rhum and coke.
finally, cheryl contacted me with news that our laundry was finally done and that we could meet in two hours at the terminal to go back to cagayan de oro city enroute back to bukidnon. so i took a bath again to stop myself from falling asleep. refreshed, i was handed more drinks until i really really had to say my goodbyes, which prompted several quickie drinks as i shook my hands with everyone, telling them i'll know even more bisaya next time so as to be less of a communication nuisance. then i had to pass through several levels of feminine blockades that were only to be breached with a really hardened heart. and so, as the party was beginning to warm to its early guests i was already munching on a donut at the city bus terminal bench waiting for cheryl and her boyfriend gordie who had fallen asleep waiting for me, to wake up.
animagus
gordie took the ozamis bus while we took the bus which had 'the bourne identity' playing. because it erally wasn't a long trip, we arrived in cagayan de oro before the movie was finished. two other father's day greeting came in from my officemates, but i still had no money to buy celfone credits to thank them. i remember my wife finally calling me up but i just can't recall which part of the day that was.
we stayed at the usual protestant church hostel and then off we went to the mall where it said it was super specially dad's day there. but we decided that it was harry potter day that day.
back to the top
when i later asked cheryl why she didn't greet me that day when she did a full week in advance, she said she just forgot.
Thursday, June 17, 2004
valencia i-cafe
some internet cafes are infuriating as they don't have any coffee. but this one i'm in right now is downright cruel - they serve instant coffee.
Wednesday, June 16, 2004
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