MAHILIG AKO SA COMICS

simula pagkabata, nahiligan ko nang magbasa ng mga comics. naalala ko pa nung araw, pupunta kaming “downtown” (avenida or sta. cruz para sa mga bagets) ng daddy ko, para lang bumili ng mga comics. batman at superman ang paborito ko. naalala ko pa ang daddy ko, nakasimangot siya pag nag-lambing akong bumaba sa sta. cruz dahil napaka-hirap sumakay ng jeep doon dahil maraming tao (yung kanta ni ryan cayabyab na limang dipang tao, tutuo yon!). pero dahil ako si bunso, pinagbibigyan niya ako parati. kaya every month ay may comics ako!natigil ito nang umalis siya dahil may nakilala siyang ibang chickababes. medyo naghirap ang buhay namin at nawalan ako ng pambili ng comics at siyempre naging abala ako sa mga ibang bagay (like growing up fast).

Continue reading

More on “shit happens” and “the shit has hit the fan”

dito ngayon sa singapore, mas malaking issue ang tungkol sa SARS kaysa sa Iraq War. marami nang nagkasakit na tao. ang total ata as of yesterday ay mahigit 80 nang may SARS, mahigit 700 ang naka-quarrantne dahil may possibilidad na pwede silang magkasakit. ang quarrantine na ito ay nasa kanilang batas. kailangan ay nasa bahay ka lang ng 10 days. pag lumabas ka eh, pwede kang multahan ng hanggang 15,000 dollars.

ang lahat din ng mga school ay sarado for 10 days starting last monday. lahat ng mga estudyante ay binigyan ng mga protective mask at sinabihang mag pa check-up pag may signs ng flu.

Continue reading

HOY BUKNOY!

hoy buknoy, paano mo sasabihin sa tagalog ito?

1. shit happens
2. the shit has hit the fan

itanong kaya natin kay president dubya?

speaking about dubya…Bush (daw) is frustrated with media questioning on war plans. alam mo, sayang talaga. sana di na sila nakipag-guerra. wala talagang pupuntahan itong kabaliwan na ito. sabi nga ni brando sa apocalypse now eh – “The horror! The horror!”. total madness man.

sayang, mababait pa naman ang mga kano. ok rin naman ang education, science at kultura nila. foreign policy? wala. walang finesse, walang coalition building. puro cowboy style na puro yabang.

ang pangit na pwedeng mangyari:
the americans win all the battles
the americans win the war
but they lose the respect of the world.

PAG EBAK SA SINGAPORE

(this is not a scientific study)

tutal lunch time naman at may guerra sa iraq, pag-usapan natin ang toilet habits ng mga taga singapore. base ito sa aking mga personal na obserbasyon at malamang ay walang scientific basis.

napansin ko rito sa building namin, around 70-80 percent of the time, may gumagamit ng trono sa CR. pumapasok ako sa toilet ng twice sa umaga at twice sa hapon. so sa makatwid, 3 out of 4 times na pumasok ako sa banyo ay may taong ume-ebs. sa aking obserbasyon sa pilipinas ay hindi ganito ka-limit mangubeta ang mga pinoy. napansin ko rin na wala sa timing ang kanilang pag-ebs. isang kaopisina ko ay between 7-9 ng umaga. ang isa naman ay between 8-10. ang alam ko sa mga pinoy eh toilet trained tayo. ibig sabihin, pagkagising sa umaga ay automatic na bombs away agad pag pasok sa banyo. sa akin, for example: pag gising ko… basa dyaryo 10 minutes, kape, yosi at di na magtatagal ay morning ceremony sa banyo sabay ligo. automatic man. like clockwork. dito sa singapore, may pagka-random at wala sa tamang oras – i.e. sa umaga pagkagising.

Continue reading

The Stones could only get better (The Stones Rock Singapore)

By ONG SOH CHIN, DEPUTY EDITOR, From the Straits Times

IF MONDAY night was the first date, Wednesday night was full-on consummation. For it was on Wednesday that the Rolling Stones pulled out the stops and really hit their stride. They seemed more relaxed, too – in person and in their playing. The 7,000-strong crowd was a little different from Monday’s. Not only was it more evenly mixed in terms of race, age and gender – Monday’s was almost predominantly white, middle-aged and male – it also seemed more responsive.

Perhaps it had something to do with the set, which boasted a few improved variations. Instead of lesser-known numbers like Sweet Virginia and Can’t You Hear Me Knocking, which were played on Monday, the Stones offered up the more familiar Angie and Midnight Rambler. The latter, with its bluesy insouciance and its teasing loping rhythms, built up to an awe-inspiring crescendo of a jam which topped Monday night’s Can’t You Hear Me Knocking. Angie, an obvious crowd pleaser and arguably the one song that was sorely missed on Monday night, drew roars of approval, even if Mick Jagger skirted around the high notes.

The band also served up Let It Bleed, All Down The Line, Live With Me, Thru And Thru and Happy. These came in place of Monday’s Rocks Off, You Can’t Always Get What You Want, Bitch, Slipping Away and Before They Make Me Run. Also missing on Wednesday were the inflatable dolls, as well as the fireworks which ended the show.

But the Rolling Stones left the stage victorious, proving that even without the props, they are still the greatest show on earth.

IT’S A GAS, GAS, GAS

isa lang masasabi ko sa concert ng stones dito sa singapore kagabi… jumpin jack flash, it’s a gas,gas,gas!

galing pa rin nila in spite of their “old age”. old age? lemme see:

Michael Philip Jagger, Lead vocalist, born: July 26th, 1943, AGE: 59
Keith Richards, Lead Guitar, born : December 18th, 1943, AGE: 59
Charles Robert Watts, Drummer, born: June 2nd, 1941, AGE: 61
Ron Wood, Lead Guitar, born: June 1st, 1947, AGE: 56

jurassic rock, yeah baby!!!

CHERRY BLOSSOMS

galing sa ka-opisina ko sa japan branch namin. nagka-kilalnan kami nung bisita ko sa kanila nung february. medyo simple lang ang english at may mga mali ng kaunti. admirable na rin, considering na hapon talaga ang salita ng mga hapon (hehehe). english speaking japanese are the exception to the rule. ang sulat ay tungkol sa cherry blossoms sa tokyo na ngayon ay bumubuka na…

Jay san,

The cherry blossoms in Japan are worth seeing! We Japanese love cherry blossoms very much, because they bloom rapidly with small & modest blossoms but in a gorgeous sight as a whole and we love them also because they fall and scatter ‘with good grace’ in a short period. And it is always a ‘spring assignment’ for Japanese to get the chance to see cherry blossoms in full bloom! We also enjoy seeing cherry blossoms at night time!

Continue reading

PEACE MAN, PEACE LOVE

hinto nyo na yung guerra. please naman, pareng george. peace man na tayo… alala ko tuloy yung tula ng mga kalaro ko sa novaliches (baduy na baduy ako rito):

i gotta peace love,
peace man.
judo, karate
samurai, cavite
atras, abante
haaaai!

tulain mo ito ng kumekembot at nang maaliwa ka naman kahit papano. nakakatawa, ang mga naalala ko sa aking pagkabata ay puro katarantaduhan at kabaduyan. asan na ba ako, nawala tuloy ako. ah, ok: itigil nyo na yung guerra. please naman, boss george.

EVE OF DESTRUCTION

para sa mahilig sa guerra, here’s a protest song, galing sa panahon ng mga hippie…try to download this song, maantig ang damdamin ninyo…MAGBAGO NA KAYO, mga war prick! este war freak pala!

Barry McGuire
Eve of destruction

The Eastern world, it is explodin’,
Violence flarin’, bullets loadin’.
You’re old enough to kill, but not for votin’,
You don’t believe in war — but what’s that gun you’re totin’?
An’ even the Jordan river has bodies floatin’.

But you tell me, over and over and over again, my friend,
Ah, you don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction.

Don’t you understand what I’m tryin’ to say,
An’ can’t you feel the fears I’m feelin’ today?
If the button is pushed, there’s no runnin’ away,
There’ll be no one to save, will the world in a grave.
Take a look around you, boy, it’s bound to scare you, boy.

An’ you tell me, over and over and over again, my friend,
Ah, you don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction.

Yeah, my blood’s so mad feels like coagulatin’,
I’m sittin’ here just contemplatin’.
I can’t twist the truth, it knows no regulation,
Handful of senators don’t pass legislation,
An’ marches alone can’t bring integration
When human respect is disintegratin’,
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin’.

An’ you tell me, over and over and over again, my friend,
Ah, you don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction.

Think of all the hate there is in Red China,
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama.
Ah, you may leave here for four days in space,
But when you return it’s the same ol’ place,
The poundin’ of the drums, the pride an’ disgrace.
You can bury your dead, but don’t leave a trace.
Hate your next-door neighbor, but don’t forget to say grace,

An’ tell me, over and over and over again, my friend,
You don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction,
No, no, you don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction.

MGA KINAIINISAN


george w bush’s smirk, mga pangalan na nilalagyan ng “h” (katulad ng jhune, dhanny, jhoey, jhim, jhay, jhet, mayron pa nga akong kilalang piph), tunog ng baril ni agent X44 Tony Falcon, tunog ng suntok ng mga pelikulang pinoy, people who say “at the end of the day” all the time, allergic reactions to seafood, tunog ng stirofoam pag pinisil, tunog ng kinaskas na kuko sa blackboard, war, alikabok, the term “weapons of mass destruction”, sales people who always say “absolutely”, people who don’t take a bath everyday, anghit, people who don’t change their shirts everyday, tropical heat, people with anghit who don’t take a bath and don’t change their shirts everyday at kasabay mong maglakad in the tropical heat, cnn’s jim clancey’s reporting, monday afternoons, NAIA, the term “liberating the iraqi people”, jeepney fumes, standing on a bus going home, cruise missles, pelikulang bumbay, stale coffee, tomahawk missles, january 2, ping lacson, tessie aquino ureta, pimples, powdered orange juice, elevator music, kenny-g’s music, elevator playing kenny-g’s music, donald rumsfeld’s squint, funeral parlors, hospitals, hospital morgues, cold showers, nagtataeng ballpen, nagtataeng ballpen na nakalagay sa bulsa ng puting polo shirt, lapis na bale, disco music, rap music, loud bar music, loud rap music played in a bar, non-functioning remote control, scientific calculators that are not casio, automatic watches that stop in the middle of the night, smelly farts that are not mine, come to think of it – any kind of fart that did not come from my asshole, “bawal umihi dito” signs (ang mahole, bogbog), sunglasses na tabingi pag sinuot mo, yellow-orange shirts, pink pants for men, pantalon na bitin, lalaki na naka yellow-orange shirt na may ternong pink pants na bitin, lawlaw na shorts, tsinelas na luma, loud preachers inside a bus (PRAISE THE GOD!), el shaddai, amerikana ni brother mike, brother mike, good friday, american war propaganda, train stations in india, being thirsty, LBM, smelly hair, ugly american speeches, tinapay na may amag, mainit na coke, soft boiled egg na sobrang soft, CNN reporters na pumipikit-pikit pag nagrereport, sign pen na walang tinta, CD na tumatalon, abstract painting na binebenta sa bangketa sa quiapo, palenkeng maputik, cell phones ringing inside theatres, sappy love song ring tones, sappy love song ringtones ringing inside theatres, loud text message ringtones, mcdo hamburgers na may chii sauce, taxes, ringing phones at 2 o clock in the morning, traffic jams, fast changing traffic lights, war councils, tapilok, somebody wearing turtle neck sweaters in manila, somebody wearing leather jackets in manila, somebody wearing leather jackets over tutleneck sweaters in manila, the term “decisive force”, censorship, self righteous people, self righteous censors, names i can’t pronounce, people calling me “david”, riding in a car that’s been left baking in an open parking lot in manila at 12 o clock noon, pentel pen na malapit nang maubusan ng tinta, the disco song entitled “zodiac”, low batt cellphone right when you need it, underpowered cars, stars on 45 music, stars on 45 music being played inside buses, stars on 45 being played inside a bus when a preacher suddenly shouts “PRAISE THE LORD” while you are a few seconds from finally taking a nap, funeral wreathes, lumang pera, kahit anong pelikula ni steven segal (except yung kasama niya si idol kong tommy lee jones), ang mukha ni prime minister john howard ng australia, “operation iraqi freedom”…

…AND, the most kinaiinisang bagay-bagay as of late: the term “shock and awe”.

FIRST DAY OF SPRING AT AKO’Y NADAPA (wala namang spring kasi sa singapore eh)

nakakatawa ang umaga ko. hahahahaha. nadapa ako sa pag-akyat sa escalator dahil sa pagmamadali kong habulin ang train papunta sa office. pahiya ako. naka porma pa naman ako (bago ang long sleeved shirt ko!). hahahahahaha…. yan ang napala mong gago ka!oo na… “oo ate”, “oo ate”, puro na lang ako “oo ate”.

napahiya ako sa harap ng maraming tao. ako yun! ako nga yung tumambling sa escalator kanina sa may tanah merah station ng singapore MRT. mabungi sana kayong mga nangiti sa akin! makalbo sana kayong mga humalakhak (kahit babae pa kayo!) hehehehe… di na ako tumingin sa likod ko, baka mapa-away pa ako pag napikon ako sa mga tumatawa. hehehe. deadma na lang. di lang naman ito ang first time kong malaglag. maraming beses na akong nadadapa, natatapilok, nahuhulog, natutumba, etc. etc. etc.

Continue reading

The Unseen Gulf War

The Unseen Gulf War by Peter Turnley – The Digital Journalist

pag nanonood ka ng news, napaka sanitized ng pagpapakita ng conflict. nakangiti pa nga ang mga newscaster pag binabalita nilang nagsimula nang mambomba ang mga amerikano. pag nanonood ka ng balita, isipin mo rin kung ano ang pakiramdam kung nandoon ka mismo sa gitna ng gulo. isipin mo rin kung anong pakiramdam ng masabugan ng bahay? isipin mo rin kung anong pakiramdam ng maputulan ng paa at kamay? isipin mo rin kung anong pakiramdam ng may namatay na mahal sa buhay sa harap mo?

Continue reading