slip sliding away

article sa christian science monitor: Power of the Catholic Church slipping in Philippines. dagdag pa nila – “About 80 percent of Filipinos are Catholic, and they traditionally looked to the church for political and moral guidance. Recent reforms, however, are overriding church positions.”

it’s about madapaking time. sa aking paningin, habang mas nagiging secular ang paningin sa buhay ng sanlibutang pinoy, mas magiging mabait, masipag at matagumpay ang bayang magiliw. maunlad pero hindi hambog. kritikal sa pag-iisip na may kasabay na pag-aalinlangan sa pamahiin. may paggalang sa mga ibang paniniwala at walang diskriminasyon batay sa kasarian¬†.

There’s a battle outside and it is ragin’

mayroong isang grupo ng mga magugulang (ie, medyo mas matanda na kaysa mga bagets – inaderwords, mga 30 to 40 something) na bloggers na gumawa ng isang blogging community. para saan ba ito? wala lang. mahilig kasi ang mga members sa tsismis at isa itong paraan para makipagkwentuhan sa isa’t isa. ang pangalan ng group ay “The Rebels Without Because“. member ako rito at ang topic namin ngayon ay: “ano ang gagawin mo kung ikaw ang presidente ng pilipinas”. kung may oras kayo, dumayo naman kayo sa BLOGKADAHAN.COM para basahin ang mga posts ng mga siraulong katulad ko. toka ko ngayon at heto ang aking entry:

kung ako ang presidente ng pilipinas…

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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.

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”.

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?

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RAINY DAYS AND TUESDAYS

umuulan ngayong umaga dito sa singapore. naalala ko tuloy ang pilipinas (hehehe…lahat na lang ng bagay nagpapa-alala sa akin ng mother country). kung nasa antipolo lang ako ngayong oras na ito at umuulan, malamang ay nasa garden ako at pinagmamasdan ang aking mga halaman. may hawak na kape at nagyoyosi, hinahangaan ang ganda ng mga kulay ng dahon at bulaklak na basa.

oo nga pala, i got a great iraq joke today:

The UN asks the American representative to the UN, “What proof do you have that Iraq has weapons of mass destruction?”

… the American representative replies “We kept the receipts.”