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i’ll tell you this much: our president may be on DRUGS, man!.. how else would you explain her latest regalement, her newest collection of astonishing tales of the fantastic?

i can hear dave chappelle’s white cop stereotype going : "..i think the bitch is on PCP, johnson.."

i saw her the other night on the news, inviting businessmen and investors and other corporate goons in joining her to the way towards an "Enchanted Kingdom", which is Philippines 2026. practically, she’s saying that with her on the helm the path is paved for our country to be a first world country in 20 years.

word?

are we being punk’d? when the fuck are you coming out, ashton?

but i gotta say, the enchanted kingdom bit, she made me chuckle right there. it helped me come to grips with the reality that she’s "making us bilog like kulangot" again.

by my modest estimate we are a good sixty years behind the technological, economical and whatever-you-have-ical advancements that first world countries enjoy. but hey, what the fuck do i know? well, we have almost first-world malls, i’ll give her that. but seriously. seriously? (christina yang, word up..) oh dear, now they’re just banking on us being THAT stupid.

hey, i ain’t bringin’ us down, i’m just keeping it real like randy jackson, dog. please understand, i can’t even attempt to taste this fantastic tale in my mouth, let alone swallow the whole damn thing, when i just found out a few weeks ago that the Philippines is now FOUR TRILLION in debt as of february. that’s four million MILLION, man. in february. before all this additional taxes began screwing us in the patootey.

and.

is it really true that this amount was only (oh my God, only…) two trillion in 2001? not to imply anything now, mind, but what significant event in Philippine history happened in 2001 again?

that’s right. i mean, how the fuck did we let this happen? it took 29 years for marcos, cory, eddie and erap to shore this debt up to 2 trillion, and we let it swell to twice that amount in five years of people power 2 Gloria-fication? how the fuck can we be so stupid to have allowed this to happen? how the freaking fuck did we install all these "public servants" who’s in charge of safeguarding our children’s future, for them to plunge us into this hole?

too late to point fingers here, i believe we’re all responsible for this. all of us, good men and women who did nothing, that’s what we are.

now, if they do find yamashita’s treasure and discover that it’s worth a bajillion googleion pesos then we’re in the clear. oh yes, yet another fantastic tale. along with the negotiations for the recovery of the marcoses’ ill-gotten wealth. recovery?

tanginanyopinapaikotikotnyolang at pinagpaplanuhankungpaanosasalamangkahin at paghahatihatianyanemgapunyetakayo.

so you think it’s possible we can be a 1st world contender in 20 years? hand me that joint and let your nigga take a hit, dog..

do i think this country’s hopeless? of course not. while we’re still breathing there is still hope. i believe in the filipino. we’ll figure this shit out. and a message to our countrymen abroad: keep doing your thang, sooner or later enough filipinos will acquire the money necessary to go back here and buy this country back. hey, i ain’t trippin’. you won’t be able to make that kind of money here, so strive to conquer the world, pinoy. we believe in you, you’re farther along than we are. we know you still love this country, and you will not forget. while you’re out there we’ll try our best to hold off death until the cavalry arrives.

i just hope the death of all these journalists and activists will be made worthwhile by those they left behind. come on guys, let’s get angry with mr. de quiros. we’re practically under martial law here, come on! if you don’t find this alarming, wait till they get to you. it’s just sad that all of them are falling like flies fighting for something that they believe in, their ultimate sacrifice ultimately falling on deaf ears, blinded eyes and jaded hearts.

so, how do we get to this paradise, this Enchanted Kingdom that our ruler is telling us?

take the sta. rosa exit on the south luzon expressway, or take the shuttle service from the Park Square 2 Ayala terminal.

It’s been a long year
Since we last spoke
How’s your halo?
Just between you and I
You and me and the satellites
I never believed you
I only wanted to
Before all of this
What did I miss?
Do you ever get homesick?
I can’t get used to it
I can’t get used to it
I’ll never get used to it
I’ll never get used to it

I’m under that night
I’m under those same stars
We’re in a red car
You asleep at my side
Going in and out of the headlights
Could I have saved you?
Would that’ve betrayed you?
I wanna burn this film
You alone with those pills
What you couldn’t do I will
I forgive you
I’ll forgive you
I’ll forgive you
I forgive you

For blue, blue skies
I’ll forgive you

I forgive you..

          - "For Blue Skies", Strays Don’t Sleep

Damn, that felt good.

it’s a Rocky 3-like storyline good feeling and i love it. of course i’m talking about another good day for sports, with Oscar dela Hoya stuffing "El Matador" Mayorga’s mouth with the shit he’s been spitting out before the fight. It’s your classic good versus evil match right there. hell, they even look the part, and i know most girls will agree with me (ang pogi pa rin ni oca, kahit nakakalbo na ng konti..). hey, i may be going overboard, tagging mayorga as evil, he’s a real person after all, but you know what i mean. and heyhey, it doesn’t help that he has don king as his promoter, yo. and one of his sponsors is the website latinasgonecrazy.com, bless him. what an absolute wanker.. aaaand he looks mean. and butt-ugly with his smug, cocky and disrespectful champion demeanor. buti nga ginulpi siya ni Golden Boy.

okay, to summarize: dela hoya got creamed in his last fight with bernard hopkins, receiving a devastating body-shot that bruised(!) his liver. hopkins has since moved on to dominate another weight division, and dela hoya busied himself with promoting fights and other business stuff. that was 20 months ago, that loss very embarassing, his
game’s decline very evident that i personally thought he was finished.

wrong.

he was listening to cypress hill one day and he just went .."we ain’t goin’ out like that, we ain’t goin’ out like that..".. okay, okay, i’m stretching it i know, but you know what i’m getting at.

so.

for his comeback fight, he chose to stand in the ring with the chain-smoking, beer-swilling, cocky nicaraguan world champion, who proceeded to mock him, insulting him as a man, even bringing oscar’s wife and son into his disrespectful tirade on the classy former champion. now that shit is just uncalled for, you know?

he got his motivation right there and you just know that it’s on now, baby.

60 seconds into the fight, mayorga went down, got up and got fucked up for five more rounds before the referee stopped the fight. oscar dela hoya became champion of the world one more time. mayorga was humble in defeat, bowing to oscar, apologizing and shit, and the golden boy gracefully accepted his apology. he offered his hand to the bowing mayorga and went " kiss the rings, bitch..".

okay, that last part is not true, i just imagined how i would have done it. clearly, dela hoya is a much better dude than i am, so..

this is why i’m a sports fan, for this kind of drama. and it’s true what they say about doing sports, they don’t build character, they bring it out of you. the way you play, how you approach the game, how you respond to pressure and disappointment, how you bounce back after a loss, how you do all those lonely hours of training to be in a position to validate yourself.. there’s just nothing like it.

and this is where oprah comes in. i was flipping through the channels because the replay of the fight was so damn heavy with commercials, and i came across oprah interviewing charlize theron. they were discussing how oprah believes that there is no such thing as luck, that you make it all possible by preparing yourself to be ready to take action when opportunity presents itself.

apparently oprah ain’t no sports fan, i’m quite sure of that.

if she’s into sports she’ll understand the heartbreak involved in working your ass off for something that can be taken away from you by a simple slick spot on the floor, a lucky bounce or an umpire’s judgment call.

i know, her being a very successful lady and all, being a hardworker and resilient and insightful and whatever good shit she’s made of, she is entitled to her own perception of the "luck of the draw". but i guess it’s easier to say that when you’re on the top, regardless of whether you worked your butt off to get there or not. it’s easier to regard luck as "nothing" when you’re up there and already successful.

here’s how i look at it: you work hard and sometimes things work out for you in a spectacular way, and sometimes they don’t. with more than five billion people filling their days here on earth, the luck of the draw is in full effect.

a babe is born into a royal family, while one is born in a hovel occupied by a family of eight. a middle-class couple in the states provides for their kids, surviving from paycheck to paycheck but still doing well, while an 8-year old shines shoes in a 3rd-world country somewhere to help his mom and dad jack up the $4 daily family income. in a war-torn country some kid would read about summer camps and field trips and playstations and mp3 players and proms and spring break, never fully understanding what the whole experience is like to be on the other side of the world, instead of growing up in a place where you can get killed in a crossfire on your way to school.

somewhere, there is a girl that possesses all of oprah’s qualities: she’s smart, industrious, courageous, resilient, all that shit. she has all these ideas inside her head and the gears in her head turn all the time, being struck with inspiration at an astounding rate. only, she spends her days helping support the family with her mothers and sisters, being subservient to his father and brothers and all the "superior" male figures in the societal cultural order she was born into.

we love stories of triumph above all adversities, but sometimes some things are just not possible for some people. it would be a disservice to the hopes and dreams of those who failed for the successful ones to belittle their own great achievements by saying they did everything by themselves, that they put themselves there and it was all them.

clearly, i am more of a "destiny chooses you" kind of guy than a "you choose your own destiny" fan.

i’m just sayin’, don’t dis the jooh-jooh. we human beings can not control everything, we can just hope that if we put in all the necessary work providence will take additional care of us. but still, all of us can’t be winners, so maybe to bow down and be thankful that we are in the position we’re in right now isn’t such a crazy thing. because we could’ve just as easily be on the other side of things, you know?

that’s why i try so hard everyday not to let myself get away with self-entitlement. to believe you deserve all the good things that come your way, all the good things that most people won’t ever get within sniffing distance of, is just plain being insensitive to the plight of other people.

you are lucky and you know it. so believe.

 

"I felt for sure last night
That once we said goodbye
No one else will know these lonely dreams
No one else will know that part of me.

I’m still driving away
And I’m sorry every day
I won’t always love these selfish things
I won’t always live not stopping..

It was my turn to decide
I knew this was our time
No one else will have me like you do
No one else will have me, only you

You’ll sit alone forever
If you wait for the right time
What are you hoping for?
I’m here and now I’m ready
Holdin’ on tight
Don’t give away the end
The one thing that stays mine.."

               -"23", Jimmy Eat World from Futures