29 August 2009
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Don't say I did not warn you too.
(Photo from deceiver.com)
24 August 2009
Different religions embraced you like you are a sage. You show up, they fast. You show up, they grow strong. You show up, they took another form. Some even took their knowledge of a god based on your appearance and disappearance, adding mystery to your already mysterious personality.
People behave uniquely when you are around. They put you forever in temple minarets to be gazed upon. They put you in emblems for others to shiver in remembrance. Some became senseless, bowing to you when you place yourself up there. Lunatics!
You symbolized a new beginning. You symbolized a half-crazed mind. A new life. A different one. A fresh start. What powers do you have?
When darkness claims its stake and lovers begin their romantic sighs in some meadows unknown, they claim they see the stars banding together when they fall in-love. Some see a man on a full moon. Some see bats and witches and zombies. But, what about you?
Have I fallen in love, too?
So I just prepared a small food and bless them and started a very brief prayer.
Later part the day I have to say prayers while sitting somewhere.
No matter how I will explain myself, these people would not understand what I was doing. Silence is the best answer.
Suddenly I craved for coffee. Before Ramadan, I usually took 5-6 cups a day. A day means daytime. Reason for me to lessen my coffee intake. Maybe one or two later tonight?
Read somewhere this e-card and was amused. The message said- Since you can't engage in gossip, lust, or obscenity during Ramadan, let's just reconnect in October.
Isn't it weird? I am a Christian with a Hebrew name observing Ramadan?
23 August 2009
We join our fellow artists in the condemnation of President Arroyo’s abuse of her so-called prerogatives and her utter disrespect for a selection process that has served the awards program well. During the term of President Aquino, that prerogative was already in place, but in contrast to President Arroyo, Cory had the grace and wisdom to entrust the selection to the legally appointed bodies. President Arroyo’s elimination of one legitimate nominee, and her insertion of four persons without the benefit of the rigor of standards, and scrutiny that the awards deserve have debased the National Artists Award.
The culture of insensitivity and disrespect for due process, spawned by eight years of absence of transparency and accountability of the Arroyo administration has finally reached our gates. Art is the last of the few independent refuges of freedom, and when this refuge is breached, all freedom is utterly lost.
As PETA members, we are encouraged to express our opinions as individuals. On this issue however, we have deliberated as a body to formulate this statement. The issue of the National Artists Award is a national issue.
We question the prudence of those who nominated Cecile Guidote-Alvarez to President Arroyo, those who decided to bypass the rules of the selection process. They knew full-well that any member of the two selection bodies, NCCA and CCP, cannot be nominated for this honor. Cecile Guidote-Alvarez is the Executive Director of the NCCA and yet they still pushed for her inclusion in the roster. Finally, President Arroyo, sanctioned this violation when she offered to elevate Cecile Guidote-Alvarez to the status of National Artist.
We have the highest respect for Cecile Guidote-Alvarez, and even to this very day, decades after she has left PETA, we still owe her a tremendous debt of gratitude as our founder and original guiding spirit.
It is precisely because of our respect, admiration and affection for her that we request her to decline the award at this time as it is sadly tainted. We believe that the award will be much more meaningful for her if it is granted the benefit of the rigorous scrutiny, and endorsement of her peers.
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Douglas MacArthur once said, Rules are mostly made to be broken and are too often for the lazy to hide behind. But don't mind him. He is already dead.
But then again rules made us civilized people, so they say. Without rules there is only chaos. And we love them chaos. Sometimes. I am a chaotic person myself. Inside and out. Well- not really. Just an obsessive-compulsive nincoompoop.
But what is mind-boggling to me is why my classmate in high school sent me this email just this morning. Maybe he want me to obey them?
Let me share this to you so we all, in some way, do them. I surely would break some. Who wants to be blessed? Most of them blessed are somewhere dead.
10 RULES FOR A BLESSED DAY
- Today I will not strike back. If someone is rude, if someone is impatient, if someone is unkind, I will not respond in a like manner.
- Today I will ask God to bless my ‘enemy.’ If I come across someone who treats me harshly or unfairly, I will quietly ask God to bless that individual. I understand “enemy” could be a family member, neighbor, co-worker or stranger.
- Today I will be careful about what I say. I will carefully choose and guard my words being certain that I do not spread gossip.
- Today I will go the extra mile. I will find ways to help share the burden of another person.
- Today I will forgive. I will forgive any hurts or injuries that come my way.
- Today I will do something kind for someone, but I will do it in secret. I will reach out anonymously and bless the life of another.
- Today I will treat others the way I wish to be treated. I will practice the golden rule. “Do unto others as I would have them do unto me” - with EVERYONE I encounter.
- Today I will raise the spirits of someone who is discouraged. My smile, my words, my expression of support, can make the difference to someone who is wrestling with life.
- Today I will nurture my body. I will eat less. I will eat only healthy foods. I will thank God for my body.
- Today I will grow spiritually. I will spend a little more time in prayer today. I will begin reading something spiritual or inspirational; I will find a quiet place (at some point during this day) and listen to God’s voice.
cartoon from german-business-etiquette.com
"He who talks to the Lord is pious and prayerful; He who hears the Lord is either delusional or actively hallucinating." -from Doc Clara
17 August 2009
SANA MAINTINDIHAN NYO YAN TAGA MALACANANG.
May araw din kayoConrado de Quiros
Tatagalugin ko na nang makuha n’yo. Kahit na lingwaheng kanto lang ang alam kong Tagalog.
Tutal Buwan ng Wika naman ang Agosto. Baka sakali ’yung paboritong wika ni Balagtas ay makatulong sa pag-unawa n’yo dahil mukhang ’yung paboritong wika ni Shakespeare ay lampas sa IQ n’yo. Kung sa bagay, ang pinakamahirap gisingin ay ’yung nagtutulug-tulugan. Ang pinakamahirap padinggin ay ’yung nagbibingi-bingihan. Ang pinakamahirap paintindihin ay ’yung nagmamaangmaangan. Bueno, mahirap din paintindihin ’yung likas na tanga. Pero bahala na.
Sabi mo, Cerge Remonde, alangan naman pakanin ng hotdog ang amo mo. Bakit alangan? Hindi naman vegetarian ’yon. At public service nga ’yon, makakatulong dagdagan ng cholesterol at salitre ang dugong dumadaloy papuntang puso n’ya. Kung meron man s’yang dugo, kung meron man s’yang puso.
Bakit alangan? Malamang di ka nagbabasa ng balita, o di lang talaga nagbabasa, kung hindi ay nalaman mo ’yung ginawa ni Barack Obama at Joe Biden nitong nakaraang Mayo. Galing silang White House patungong Virginia nang magtakam sila pareho ng hamburger. Pina detour nila ang motorcade at tumuloy sa unang hamburgerang nakita nila. Ito ang Ray’s Hell Burger, isang maliit at independienteng hamburger joint.
Tumungo ang dalawa sa counter at sila mismo ang nag-order, hindi mga aides. Nagbayad sila ng cash na galing sa sariling bulsa at kagaya ng ibang customers ay pumila para sa turno nila.
Ito ay presidente at bise presidente ng pinakamakapangyarihang bansa sa buong mundo. Kung sa bagay, ’yung amo n’yo ay hindi naman talaga presidente. Di lang makita ang pagkakaiba ni Garci kay God kaya nasabing “God put me here.” Pekeng presidente, pekeng asal presidente.
Sabi mo, Anthony Golez, maliit lang ang P1 million dinner kumpara sa bilyon-bilyong pisong dinala ng amo mo sa bansa.
Ay kayo lang naman ang nagsasabing may inambag ang amo n’yo na bilyong-bilyong piso sa kaban ng bayan. Ni anino noon wala kaming nakita. Ang nakita lang namin ay yung bilyon-bilyong piso—o borjer, ayon nga sa inyong dating kakosa na si Benjamin Abalos—na inaswang ng amo n’yo sa kaban ng bayan. Executive privilege daw ang hindi n’ya sagutin ito. Kailan pa naging pribilehiyo ng isang opisyal ang di managot sa taumbayan? Kailan pa naging pribilehiyo ng isang opisyal ang magnakaw?
Maliit lang pala ang P1 million, ay bakit hindi n’yo na lang ibigay sa nagugutom? O doon sa mga sundalo sa Mindanao? Tama si Archbishop Oscar Cruz. Isipin n’yo kung gaano karaming botas man lang ang mabibili ng P1 million at karagdagang P750,000 na nilamon ng amo n’yo at mga taga bitbit ng kanyang maleta sa isa pang restawran sa New York.
Maliit lang pala ang P1 million (at P750,000), bakit hindi n’yo na lang ibigay doon sa pamilya ng mga sundalong namatay sa Mindanao? Magkano ’yung gusto n’yong ibigay sa bawat isa? P20,000? Sa halagang iyan 50 sundalo na ang maaabuluyan n’yo sa $20,000. Pasalu-saludo pa ’yang amo n’yo sa mga namatay na kala mo ay talagang may malasakit. Bumenta na ’yang dramang ’yan. At pasabi-sabi pa ng “Annihilate the Abus!” Di ba noon pa n’ya ’yan pinangako? Mahilig lang talagang mangako ’yang amo n’yo.
Bukod pa d’yan, saan ba nanggaling ’yung limpak-limpak na salapi ng mga kongresista na pinansisindi nila ng tabako? Di ba sa amin din? Tanong n’yo muna kung ayos lang na i-blowout namin ng wine at caviar ang amo n’yo habang kami ay nagdidildil ng asin—’yung magaspang na klase ha, ’di yung iodized. Ang tindi n’yo, mga p’re.
At ikaw naman, Romulo Macalintal, tapang ng apog mo. Maiisip mo tuloy na sundin na lang ang mungkahi ni Dick the Butcher sa “Henry VI” ni Shakespeare: “First thing we do, let’s kill all the lawyers.” Pa ethics-ethics ka pa, pasalamat ka di nasunog ang bibig mo sa pagbigkas ng katagang ’yon.
Marami mang sugapa rin sa aming mga taga media, di naman kasing sugapa n’yo. At di naman kami sineswelduhan ng taumbayan. Wala naman kaming problemang sumakay sa PAL at kailangan pang bumili ng P1.2 billion jet. Anong sabi n’yo, kailangan ng amo n’yo sa pabyahe-byahe? E sino naman ang may sabing magbabyahe s’ya? Ngayon pang paalis na s’ya—malinaw na ayaw n’yang umalis. Bakit hindi na lang s’ya bumili ng Matchbox na eroplano? Kasya naman s’ya ro’n.
Lalo kayong nagpupumiglas, lalo lang kayong lumulubog sa kumunoy. Di n’yo malulusutan ang bulilyasong ginawa n’yo. Para n’yo na ring inagaw ang isinusubong kanin ng isang batang nagugutom. Tama si Obama at Biden: Sa panahon ng recession, kung saan nakalugmok ang mga Amerikano sa hirap, dapat makiramay ang mga pinuno sa taumbayan, di nagpapakapariwara. Sa panahon ng kagutuman, na matagal nang kalagayan ng Pinoy, at lalo pang tumindi sa paghagupit ng Typhoon Gloria, dapat siguro uminom na lang kayo ng insecticide. Gawin n’yo ’yan at mapapawi kaagad ang kagutuman ng bayan.
Sa bandang huli, buti na rin lang at ginawa n’yo ’yung magpasasa sa P1 million dinner habang lupaypay ang bayan sa kagutuman—di lang sa kawalan ng pagkain kundi sa iba pang bagay—at pagdadalamhati sa yumaong Ina ng Bayan. Binigyan n’yo ng mukha ang katakawan. Katakawang walang kabusugan. Mukhang di nakita ng masa sa usaping NBN, mukhang di nakikita ng masa sa usaping SAL. Mukhang nakita lang ng masa dito sa ginawa n’yong ito. Sa pagpapabondat sa New York habang naghihinagpis ang bayan.
At buti na rin lang mayroon tayong sariling wika. Di sapat ang Inggles para iparamdam sa inyo ang suklam na nararamdaman namin sa inyo. Di sapat ang Inggles para ipakita sa inyo ang pagkamuhi na nararamdaman namin sa inyo. Di maarok ng Inggles ang lalim ng poot na nararamdaman namin sa inyo.
Isinusuka na kayo ng taumbayan, mahirap man sumuka ang gutom.
May araw din kayo.
We salute you kababayan for making it to the limelight despite the lack of pompuos celebrations accorded to Manny Pacquiao.
Nonito Donaire Jr. unanimously decisioned a rugged Rafael “El Torito” Concepcion of Panama for the WBA interim title at the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas Sunday morning (Manila time), the news read.
Donaire became the fifth Filipino to gain a two-division world title. He is from Talibon, Bohol, the same town where President Carlos Garcia was born.
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12 August 2009
Philippine President Gloria Macapagal Arroyo's visit to the White House on July 30 didn't draw much attention, and her dinner in Washington that night got nary a mention. And that's how it might have stayed -- if not for a controversial meal in New York City.
Arroyo is under fire in her native country for a $20,000 meal at Manhattan's Le Cirque on Aug. 2, which included caviar and several bottles of champagne. The dinner, first reported in the New
York Post, has Arroyo's critics comparing her to the extravagant Imelda Marcos.
The Reliable Source has learned that three days earlier, Arroyo and an entourage of about 65 people (including security and food tasters) had dinner at Bobby Van's Steakhouse on 15th Street NW hours after she met with President Obama. The group took over one of the restaurant's private rooms and dined on lobster, steak and fine wines; at the conclusion of the meal, an unidentified woman opened a handbag stuffed with cash, counted out bills and paid the $15,000 tab -- which included a generous tip.
The Philippine Embassy did not return calls for comment Tuesday.
11 August 2009
He carefully placed the sack on the side street. His possessions?
He placed it with extra care like some vulnerable things would be broken into pieces if he was not careful enough. Just like putting a sleeping child on a crib. Only, the child he was supposed to put on a crib might be in that sack.
I still did not understand why he was smiling. I froze. Waited patiently. Observing.
He carefully unwound the string that held his sack intact. Another sack came out.
He consigned it on the same earth he might be familiar with. Just like a dog. Particularly precise, he unrolled the sack and patted them to sleep. Each four sides of the sack he patted, completing a full circle. Or was it a full square? And yes, just like a dog about to sleep.
He put the plump sack on the other end and like a happy child, he lay down unperturbed. Lolling like he was in his bedroom. Lounging. He smiled a smile of contentment.
I envy him. Only, I don’t want to be like him. Another psychiatric case in this city already full of fools.
I went home.
(Picture from chinadaily.com.cn)
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06 August 2009
- The penis enlarger is not just gold, 18K gold to be specific, but with diamonds and rubies encrusted on it.
- It costs almost US$50,000!
- It should be delivered in an armored car.
Why I got jealous?
- Obviously I could not afford it. Not that I need it.
- Selfish. Selfish Selfish!
- Millions of people could not eat a decent meal and all he thinks is to enlarge his penis in style.
- I could make a house with that money!
- I can make a hundred more reasons.
Envy is the most stupid of vices, for there is no single advantage to be gained from it. ~Honore de Balzac
(Pic from poppers2u.com)
05 August 2009
Your Heart Today
Where there is fear I can allay
Where there is pain I can heal
Where there are wounds I can bind
And hunger I can fill
Lord, grant me courage
Lord, grant me strength
Grant me compassion
That I may be Your heart today
Where there is hate I can confront
Where there are yokes I can release
Where there are captives I can free
And anger I can appease
When comes the day I dread
To see our broken world
Compel me from my cell grown cold
That Your people I may behold
Where there is fear I can allay
Where there is pain I can heal
Where there are wounds I can bind
And hunger I can fill
And when I’ve done all that I could
Yet there are hearts I cannot move
Lord, give me hope
That I may be Your heart today.