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Line Of Foresight

July 20th, 2006 by epoyz

pleasant surprise: i was going home from our weekly basketball in quezon city, and as i was approaching the SLEX proper around the magallanes area, i noticed a traffic jam ahead. it’s already backed up right at the skyway entry, so i was presented with a choice: take the skyway and shell out the extra clams (ehrng?), or try my luck and hope that the jam starts on the flyover construction over at nichols.. well, i got burned before, because they were doing some pretty serious engineering shit there and the last time they rerouted the hell out of all the motorists (para nila kaming pinadaan sa ibang dimension bago kami nakalabas uli sa service road..) and i ended up getting stuck in traffic for two damn hours. so if they think i’m falling for that again.. no way, tito pepe..

so i took the skyway. sige na nga, kuripot mo talaga, i was telling myself. and then: behold! as i was approaching the toll booth, this man with a towel was waving everybody through. what the f—? there must be a catch, i thought. traffic din sa skyway? may strike ba? anong misteryo ito? nababalot ng hiwaga ang biyahe ko… e wala nang libre ngayon a? surely this whole thing’s a big jest..

arte ko no?

well, yun nga, nakalabas na ko’t lahat sa sucat, wala namang tollway patrol na humabol sa kin para singilin ako. yay. sometimes you luck out with your decision, sometimes you crap out. nakabawi na din ako dun sa two hours. plus this time i saved time AND money. bihira na yun ngayon. sweet redemption.

kelan naman kaya sila babawi?

"..We’re on the road
    We move from place to place…"

o, ha? anong kanta yun, sige nga?

ok, since we’re on the road nga, and being alone in the car for long stretches just listening to tunes and thinking…well,  i got to thinking (huh?)…dati kasi i wanted to be a teacher. kahit di professor, teacher lang. i was thinking of teaching architecture in UP (giving back, yo..), and i’d be schooling kids during their formative years in college. tingin ko mahalaga yun, e. dami ko kasing teachers nun, they didn’t have the faintest idea of what they were doing to us, leaving us to our own devices and shit. e tamad pa naman kami. thesis na nga saka ko lang nalaman kung ano ginagawa ko, e.

well that was then, i found out that i have to put in a lot of work and study all this shit and do continued professional education to be qualified to *zzzzzzzz…..*.. hell, just writing about it makes me drowsy. pero yun na nga, during those long drives i found that i still want to contribute to shaping kids’ minds. so i thought of a way to make an impact without doing too much (conscious) thinking. ha? ano daw?

then it struck me: i just need to enforce one big ideal, become committed to one "lesson plan", and that will be it. it will change this country for the better, and will ultimately cure most of what’s plaguing our society. this subject, this branch of study, this discipline of disciplines… well, let’s just say that if i was department of education secretary, i would push for this to be at the forefront of the curriculum. this field of study would be all-encompassing, we just need to be good at this and everything else will fall into place. everything, man, everything!!

arte ko talaga, no? high pa kasi sa adrenaline, kaka-basketball ko lang, e. sori.

folks, i’m talking about falling in line.

i’m serious. falling in line is the ultimate shit we can teach the kids. you just need to look around, absorb the vibe of everything that’s going around you, and you will inevitably agree with me. falling in line, dude. learning again how to fall in line may unite us to get ourselves out of this freakin’ shithole.

kaya nga tayo under martial law ngayon, e (saka kaya rin tayo nagoyo ng martial law nung araw..), we stopped being considerate about the other person. wala nang role model ang mga bata. lahat tayo gusto makauna, lahat gusto makalusot, lahat gusto makaisa.

like what this guy is saying in this article. well, i always thought that lately lang naging kupal and/or tanga ang mga filipino drivers, something about the apathy that we plunged ourselves into and how we accept and condone this kind of behavior. but according to him this shit’s been going on for ages. a long time ago i also blogged about something related to discipline. and mr. de quiros, now at the end of his wits, the veins in his temple threatening to explode and spray us all with his motherland-loving blood, touches on this in his column installment. why do we allow these things? why do we live this way? ganito na lang ba talaga tayo?

i’d really like to answer no. that’s why i’m pushing for this falling in line thing. one of the greatest things that UP gave me doesn’t have anything to do with my degree. it’s there that i learned that falling in line properly can work magic for the good of everybody. if you want to see an example of THE PEOPLE governing themselves, this would be it. walang sikat, walang artista, walang propesor, walang politiko, walang maganda.. pag may pila, may pila. fair lahat. nobody ever falls into feeling that his shit is more important. if you get stuck in a line, you have to wait it out. kahit palpak ng registrar o ng barker ng jeep, you follow the damn line. ewan ko lang ngayon, ha? but back in the day, people meekly follow the sacred line, and with it, the other rules. walang sisingit, walang lulusot, walang gagawa ng sariling linya. pag may makulit, sinisita agad. there. people governing themselves, watching out for the next guy. walang lamangan, pare-pareho tayo lahat.

imagine that.

people standing up to the road usurper, not accepting the fucker’s attempt to get ahead and mess everybody else’s trip. citizens telling a person who’s attempting to make palusot: "..sir, mawalang-galang na po, pero dun po ang umpisa ng pila, t*angi#a naman, e…". folks refusing bribes or "lagay" because even an ordinary citizen can squeal and call the attention of others.. politicians actually working hard because the constituents do care… filipinos guarding the vote, parang people power nung araw… public officials blowing the whistle on cheats and thieves because the people are watching… haaay…

why do you think it’s become easy to kill activists/journalists/militant group leaders off in this government? 1) not a lot of people care, and 2) konti lang sila. ping! ping! and their number gets smaller everyday.

ok, i digress, but i think by now i’m getting warm with you… if we teach the kids the discipline to fall in line and wait their turn, and enforce this shit until they’re in college… baka magkapag-asa tayo na wag magbigay ng lisensya sa mga tanga ang mga taga-LTO. in the long run people might actually be required to pass a driving test before getting on the road. cars zipping in and out of lanes may become history. our academies may start producing  honest policemen and self-sacrificing soldiers. our elementary school english teachers may actually become qualified to teach the subject. who knows, this may really start a ripple of good things, parang pay it forward.

you may say i’m a dreamer. sasabihin nyo, kasi maliliit sweldo ng teachers, pulis, sundalo, public officials at kung sinu-sino pa kaya sila nagagamit ng sistema at ng gobyerno, kaya sila nagtitinda ng longganisa at rtw at nakukumbinsi na mang-harass o mang-kidnap o magnakaw ng balota.. well, they do shit because they feel like shit and they’re treated like shit. pag nakapila ka, at nasusunod ang pila, di ba kahit natatagalan ka, there is a sense of self-worth within you for being part of a system? ganun din sila, ganun din tayo lahat. kahit gaano kaliit ang sweldo mo, at gaano kasimple ang trabaho mo, if you’re in line with a movie star or a basketball superstar at an atm (gaya nun, nakapila kami nina bembol roco at jayjay helterbrand sa atm..), you feel that everybody is in equal footing within the system. you take pride in who you are, what you belong to, inevitably in what you do and what you contribute. when you see a celebrity or a public official getting ahead of you, it becomes a reminder of how different your world is to theirs. pag di nila iginagalang yung pagiging teacher mo, yung pagiging pulis mo, yung paglilingkod mo sa tao at sa (tang)inang-bayan, at mas mahalaga sa ibang tao sina jinggoy at richard gomez, there goes your self-worth and there goes the country.

nowadays, everything is measured in money and what shit you can get away with. that’s word. that’s what’s wrong with everything: those who have money try to step all over everybody, those who don’t have it try to step on everybody to get some, and those who have a lot crap on everybody else to get more. the good ones among us are just trying to get by and ensure our kids’ future, so much so that we become too busy to care about the next person. and since everybody’s busy trying to get some, the government is playing us with ease.

haay.. alas tres na. tama na nga itong panaginip at makatulog na..

..Education Secretary Epoy del Rosario Dayunyor… nope. di bagay. baka barilin pa ko sa Bagumbayan.

"I love you more than I should
So much more than is good for me
More than is good

Oh the timing is cruel
Oh I need and don’t want to need
More than I should

I am falling, say my name
And I’ll lie in the sound
What is love, but whatever
My heart needs around

Oh my sheet is so thin
So I say I can’t sleep because
It’s so very cold

Oh but I know what I need
And if you were just near to me
Would you go…

I am falling, say my name
And I’ll lie in the sound
What is love, but whatever
My heart needs around

I am falling, say my name
And I’ll lie in the sound
What is love, but whatever
My heart needs around

And it needs you too much now.."

           - "Lie In The Sound", Trespassers William from Different Stars

dahil patulog na tayo, one more song…

"I keep a close watch on this heart of mine,
I keep my eyes wide open all the time,
I keep the ends out for the ties that bind,
Because you’re mine, I walk the line.

I find it very, very easy to be true,
I find myself alone when each day is through,
Yes, I’ll admit that I’m a fool for you,
Because you’re mine, I walk the line.

You’ve got a way to keep me on your side,
You give me cause for love that I can’t hide,
For you I know I’d even try to turn the tide,
Because you’re mine I walk the line.

As sure as night is dark and day is light,
I keep you on my mind both day and night,
And happiness proves that I’m right,
Because you’re mine I walk the line.

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine,
I keep my eyes wide open all the time,
I keep the ends out for the ties that bind,
Because you’re mine, I walk the line..

           - "I Walk The Line", Johnny Cash from The Legend Of Johnny Cash /Chris Daughtry giving respect on American Idol 5

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Withdrawal Method

July 12th, 2006 by epoyz

How about that?

just when i was about to get really warmed up about this getting-back-to-actually-doing-work thing, a tropical storm went out of her way to prevent me from working a record third straight day. damn Florita. damn Florita to hell.

it’s really unfortunate that these calamities strike the country very often this time of year. i always used to admonish my little brothers when they were, uhm.. little.. to stop celebrating the suspension of classes whenever  we’re being hit by a tropical storm because they should know that in other parts of the country people are trying to fight for their lives and homes just to weather the storm. so kids, just do your homework, ok? you don’t need to pray for a storm just to get off from doing school work..don’t be stupid like that, hear? stop skirting off from schoolwork and avoid making bulakbol, finish your schooling properly so you can grow up, get a job, be miserable and spend all your money on shoes.

i was visiting the inquirer website for the news when i got the most annoying pop-up ever… hwow, i missed that old bastard.

so. i heard a lot of people got sent home early. and they’re thinking of suspending classes again tomorrow. haaay. baha at traffic na naman. hope people in the provinces who are hit hard are ready for some more of Florita. damn her. damn her to hell.

ohhh-kay. i think by now everyone else is over this whole world cup thing, so let’s move on.. no? not yet? the french contingent is complaining that materazzi flopped the hell out of that headbutt, but i’ve seen the video, and i think zidane connected spectacularly..hehe..look at materazzi lying on the grass like a b*tch..well, at least for his troubles he helped his country win..it said somewhere that he gave zidane’s nipple a tweaking.. hindi naman yata.. pero ano nga kaya yung sinabi niya kaya naasar ng ganun? di naman siguro "kalbo!" ano?

anyways, zidane should have known better than to throw his country’s chances away on an impulsive action like that. his experience should have thought him that winning is still the best payback for whatever. i know, i know, it’s hard to keep your composure in the heat of the moment, but still.. ang pikon, talo.. ayun na nga. talo talaga tuloy sila. tsk..

look at dwyane wade, di yan nakikinig kahit na sinisigawan ng "baluga, baluga" nung nba finals… no, seriously… yan ding si junthy valenzuela (eto totoo ‘to..), amidst the incessant chanting of "Diego, Diego.." of SMB fans, he sticks a jumper with 0.2 seconds left to lift red bull to the PBA all filipino finals. doesn’t matter that i hate him as a person (i have a story..), but still, i have to respect the game.

wanna hear my junthy story? no? ok.

nothing much, really, it’s that one time at megamall i ran into him and jimwell torion (isa pang pogi..).i was wearing one of my more "hata-appealing" pairs of shoes. it was when i was beginning to become a fan of his kasi di pa nakakasuka ang red bull noon. jimwell looked at me once and moved on, but junthy gave me a once-over from feet (must be the shoes, homey..)-to-head with this challenging sneer like he’s saying "eh, magaling ka ba?".. well, that’s the end of that, di ko na siya like mula noon. in fact, hate na hate ko siya, with every fiber of my being.. can’t say the same about the game, though..

about people mistaking me for a professional ballplayer (not a professional balls-player, you dolt..), i kinda get that a lot. i guess i have that look that people readily associate with basketball: matangkad, maitim, payat, saka kalbo pa. hawig ko rin daw si nic belasco. hindi naman, i used to say, until i met him face to face going up an escalator in shangri-la and he was on the escalator going down..the look of surprise on his face when he saw me.. muntik na yata sumigaw ng "’tol!".. siya, siya.. di kami magkamukha talaga, mukha lang kaming magkapatid.

then there was this one time when we went on a road trip and spent the night in a beach resort in la union.. i had the urge for the munchies (saka ubos na ang pulutan) so i headed out to the barrio to look for a sari-sari store. dressed in a basketball jersey and shorts, without a hat on, i knew the kids were talking about me when i came up to the store even though i couldn’t understand their dialect. i heard words like "PBA", "import" and "baskitbol" here and there, aside from their unblinking stares that were fixed on me the whole 5 minutes i was there. akala ko nga sasaksakin ako, e..

the most flattering comment i got was when my brother accompanied me to a scrimmage very recently, and we stopped at petron to get gas (huh?) and he was fiending for a frappucino. we swung by starbucks, i didn’t order anything because i was still warm from the game, still wearing my shoes and shorts with a white shirt, and i noticed the small girl behind the counter staring intently. she then blurted out to my brother while he was paying: "sir, galing po kayo sa opening ng UAAP?", and right then and there, she made my whole week. aba, eh, sa dilim pala eh napagkakamalan pa rin akong nasa college. hehe..

and since nasa basketball pa rin tayo, cleveland fans (myself included) can heave a sigh of relief: lebron is staying! not for the original offer of five years, though, but good enough. i say a wise decision on his part also, to not get too deep in a contract because the NBA collective bargaining agreement is still shaky. and cleveland may return to being a stinker anytime, baka gawin lang siyang business tapos di sila mag-commit para gumawa ng moves to chase a championship, e, mahirap na. parang clippers noong araw. wise beyond his years, this boy, i always say.

one thing i wanted to touch on in my last post was about these pictures that a very good friend sent to me, showing saudi prince Waleed’s diamond studded Mercedes.
sabi nga ni utol, "ngayon mo lang ba nakita yan?".. well, sana nga di ko na lang nakita ‘to, e. this and the golden toilet that the sultan of brunei craps on in his golden plane. fuck. like i wrote about yesterday, growing a conscience is very painful, but these people… they crap on golden toilets and eat endangered species and continue to flaunt how obscenely rich they are…somebody ought to outlaw this bullshit. when you get to a certain degree of having too much wealth, you should be prevented from spending money like this, no? andaming nagugutom, e, parang nang-aasar ka na lang niyan, brod. and the price of oil keep going up? bakit? then this is how they’re spending the money that people go to war for? saka di ba nila napanood yung schindler’s list?

one thing that is both a source of pride and a bit of embarassment is my shoe collection. yes, i have 60 pairs of basketball shoes (still growing), and i try my darndest best to wear them all, but i collect them because i’m passionate about them. but i don’t flaunt them or conciously brag about them, kasi medyo nakakahiya nga. still, when it comes down to it, it’s my money, i don’t steal money to buy more shoes, i’m not out hurting anybody so that i can buy more shoes, i don’t spend much on any other vice like booze or recreational drugs, i don’t have any other expensive hobbies plus i don’t really like travelling, so i get to spend my extra money on shoes…woooow, defensive..

and i found that i feel better when i buy new shoes instead of spending my bills on beer houses and strip joints. word. talaga nga. pakibaba naman ang kilay, no?

but when you see people who have an opportunity to use this amount of money to make a positive impact but choose to spend it on really foolish things.. well, i don’t really know what’s up with them, for all i know baka may ginagawang kabutihan ‘tong mga ‘to na di publicized, but still.. diamond studded shit? that’s too much, b. kung magiging bilyonaryo ako (ng dollars, ha?) i’ll follow bruce wayne and tony stark’s cue. i’ll use that money to finance a superhero campaign to go up against the world’s illest shit and shitheads. imagine that..   

rather interesting: apparently generoso senga waited nearly two hours before screwing his comrades over and choosing to stay with the government. aaaand according to reports (and accusations), he confirmed thru text (o ha?) that he will be joining danilo lim and the others in their withdrawal of support. hanep no? galing ng texting, pati ‘tong mga mokong na ‘to nakiuso na. paano kaya yung texttext nila? maybe lim texted "sama u sa rbelion?" to which senga replied "k".

and i see this voice text thing hasn’t caught on yet, di pa ko nakakatanggap, eh. my friend dyordz, evil genius that he is, is still waiting for someone who would send him a voice text like "sabi ni engineer pakidaanan na lang daw sa sekretarya niya yung plano tapos meet na lang kayo bukas sa opis niya.." to which he would reply thru voice text din: "k..".

Girl: doc, papacheck-up po..
Doc: sige hubad ka ng panty at bra tapos higa ka.
Girl: ..hindi po ako, itong lola ko po.
Doc: ..sige lola, hinga na lang po ng malalim..

two straight posts because the cable is out. Damn Florita. Damn Florita to h…

one last thing: who the fuck is that moron singing "Iris" on local radio? they ought to jail that boy..

 

"Old, bad eyes
Old, bad eyes
Old, bad eyes
Almighty fear

The shepherd won’t leave me alone
He’s in my face and I
The shepherd of my days
And I want you here by my heart and my head
I can’t start till I’m dead."

("Here I am locking horns with a stallion
  Failing to hold my head up, I’ll go back again
  Pillar of Davidson feeling too hard to go down
  Cheaper than all the souls he will walk upon
  Deeper and deeper in love so I hold my head up
  Cheaper than all the souls he will walk upon
  Pillar of Davidson feeling too hard to go down..")

          -"Pillar Of Davidson", Live from Throwing Copper

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Nothing Really Matters

July 11th, 2006 by epoyz

"Oh please, let it rain today

This city is so filthy, like my mind in ways

Oh, was a time, like a clean, new taste

Smiling eyes before me, inches from my face

Wash my love
Wash my love
Wash my love.."

               - "Wash", Pearl Jam from Ten

I finally got to finish all the episodes of Seinfeld that i stole from the net (well, they WERE giving it away, so..) and the finale just struck me hard because of what i have been reading lately in the news. in the 2-episode finale, jerry and the gang were arrested and jailed in massachusettes for violating the Good Samaritan Act, when they didn’t lift a finger to help a fat dude who was being carjacked, choosing instead to ridicule him because, well, they were from new york. that shit was just hilarious to them. it was really cool and funny that the show about nothing ended its run with a story about them being jailed for doing nothing. heyhey.

ahhh, doing nothing. there was a time in my life when i didn’t have to think about stuff, and how i miss those days terribly. now it’s like pieces of broken glass are trying to rip into my brain every single day because i see shit, i process shit (that’s nasty..) and i feel that i have to have a say about shit. the ignorance, the bliss of childhood and the stupidity of youth don’t bail me out anymore, and i never thought growing a conscience could be so painful..

i have to give props to someone i admire very much, though i’ve only known of his work for only a year: mr. conrado de quiros. i link to his columns all the time, and i read his stuff everytime he posts something in the inquirer website. and dammit, this man is a dynamo. he never stops writing about stuff. he’s just relentless, tireless, fully committed to his cause, churning out beautiful intelligent shit at an astounding rate that really make me think of not becoming a writer. well, you know, because dude is so good you just know you won’t be able to measure up so why bother? kinda like watching lebron james: you no longer want to ball after seeing that high quality of play and it just makes you content you are witnessing the whole thing.

but i digress: this man is a gift to our troubled country, and a lot of us don’t realize it (because of obvious reasons, one of which is that we can’t find the time to listen and process shit anymore ..). and a lot of us probably won’t notice what he’s doing until someone kills him. and man, the way he’s been writing lately, i believe he’s going for just that. when i read his column it’s like i’m reading his death wish, yo.

amidst all the political killings of rebels and journalists "rocking" our nation nowadays, sir conrad is just plain out waging war. well you’ve read some of his stuff, but check out a few of his latest: his most recent piece is hilarious (except the rape stuff, i’m guessing he didn’t mean it to come out that way..), about how to get out of trouble when the government goes after you. it may appear that he’s just making kontra everything that the government throws out there ( hey, if they’re being this stupid you’d be opposing anything that comes out of their craphole, too. dropping 500 cases against imelda in exchange for $5-$10 billion… i’ll give you fuckers $10 billion to crawl up your own asses and die, you whores. except i don’t have the money. $10 dollars siguro..), but si-raul-o gonzalez keeps talking shit, so sir conrad will just keep striking back. i completely agree with him on this one about the comelec: jail the fuckers.

come on, if they "didn’t mean it", that don’t mean they shouldn’t be held accountable, right? these officials destroyed us, dude. kung ordinary citizen ka, and let’s say "in an act of faith", you end up getting a few people screwed out of their money (like my childhood buddy who got involved in the pyramid scam shit a few years ago..) and you end up having a hand in "destroying" their lives, you WILL be jailed for it, right? especially if you can’t give them their money back, di ba? now how different is that from what happened with these officials? ang siste, kung appointed ka pala ni "presidente", you can screw up 80-something million lives and all you’ll get is a slap in the hand. o ha?

my friend is still in jail, and that is for trying to help people earn a lot of money. he didn’t bail out when his foreign investors/swindlers ran away, he stayed and faced the music. eh si garci? si mikey? yang mga hayup na yan.. you see? hindi na talaga tayo pantay-pantay sa pilipinas, the set of laws that govern us ordinary folk do not apply to the other fuck-ups.

back to sir conrad: if this piece he wrote about rizal and ate glue isn’t a challenge to have the government hitmen to go after him, i don’t know what is.. hehe..

but this one is a bit heavy, because now he’s just branding everybody as criminals. damn. 

which brings us back full circle to Seinfeld and the Good Samaritan Act. most of us are doing nothing, and it’s become too dangerous for everybody. you could argue that we’re already in jail, practically, but come on. when are we going to do something about all this? now that it’s gotten this worse, we’re becoming as guilty as the fuckers we detest. this shit’s gotten too crazy now that jackie chiles would surely say: this is preposterous, ridiculous, ludicrous, outrageous..monstrous!

reading that piece got me to thinking: am i guilty on some level for just nodding my head to everything he says and not actually doing anything about it? but what can i do, really? you can’t say the same for him, though, because after all, i believe he IS trying to get himself killed. and that is definitely something, yo.

dammit, he beat me to it.. idol ko pa naman si ninoy.. yun nga lang, ngayon, medyo the filipino is not worth dying for. saklap, di ba? i guess worth it pa rin.. di lang halata..

kaya ayan.. kapapanood ko lang ng United 93 kanina.. pwede natin sila gayahin. pag na-realize na natin na mamamatay na rin lang tayo, aba’y sugurin na natin yang mga punyetang nasa gobyerno, bago nila idamay mga mahal natin sa buhay.

okeyokey.

as i was writing this i noticed that it’s raining heavily outside and our dogs (my beagle chandler and our jackal/tasmanian devil named booba) were crying. of course they were all wet and couldn’t sleep because water was flying all over the place, so i had to go out and rescue them. there i was, braving the onslaught with just an umbrella, trying to work the lock to set them free while rain and dog tongues were lashing at me, getting all wet with rain and dog saliva at 3 in the morning.. and soon as i get them free, them dogs decided that their first act of gratitude would be to crap all over my walkway. all right. now they’re knocking over trash cans and eating garbage. crap.

that’s it, i’m going to bed.

Misis: Sir, mananawagan po sana ako sa mister ko kasi dinala niya ang limang anak namin.
Radio Host: Ok, go ahead!
Misis: Honey, ibalik mo na ang mga bata, isa lang naman ang sa iyo diyan..

yun naman pala..

"You ever heard the story
Of mister faded glory
Say he who rides a pony must someday fall.."

               -"Crown Of Thorns", Mother Love Bone from Mother Love Bone

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44 on 1

June 30th, 2006 by epoyz

"I remember it well
The first time that I saw
Your head ’round the door
‘Cause mine stopped working

I remember it well
There was wet in your hair
I was stood in a stare
And time stopped moving

I want you here tonight
I want you here
‘Cause I can’t believe what I found
Oh, and you’re here and I want you here
Nothing is taking me down
Down
Down…

I remember it well
Taxied out of a storm
To watch you perform
And my ships were sailing

I remember it well
I was stood in your line
And your mouth, your mouth, your mind…

I want you here tonight
I want you here
‘Cause I can’t believe what I found
Oh, and you’re here and I want you here
Nothing is taking me down
Down
Down…

Except you my love. 
Except you my love…

              -"I Remember", by Lisa Hannigan from O

so that’s where Cyclops went, he hooked up with Lois Lane.

James Marsden is fast becoming the actor with the most popular torotot roles, no? well not exactly torotot, but you know what i mean. first, jean grey got attracted to wolverine (which to my opinion is why phoenix obliterated him, mas type niya si hugh jackman..). then Rachel McAdams broke off their engagement to be with ryan gosling in The Notebook. and now, he’s earned the distinction of being lois lane’s rebound guy. naman. si superman ang karibal mo, e, patay tayo jan… and he’s always a nice guy in all these films. hindi naman siya asshole kaya siya napagpipilian, malulufit lang talaga ang mga kakumpetensya niya. hay naku…

i still believe that The Notebook would have been more tear-jerking if it turned out that james gardner is james marsden and not ryan gosling. pwede sana namatay si ryan gosling after having a long and fruitful marriage with rachel mcadams, so naging happy din sila, but after gosling died it was marsden who posed as duke/gosling to take care of the ill gena rowlands because he never loved another woman after her. yun ang true love, yung di mo nakuha, di ba? saklap nun..

ok, ok.

last wednesday i went to see Superman Returns, and it felt very good to have him back. i seldom get very excited with movies anymore, but see, a superman movie coming out is just different and very special to me.

you know how something in your memory gets unlocked when you get a whiff of some familiar smell or see a face or hear a tune after a very long while? well, anticipating superman’s appearance while sitting very quietly in a movie theater took me back to when i was 3 years old. Superman was my first movie experience, when my dad took me to see Christopher Reeve rock those gangsta blue tights. and man, this superman movie just took the lead from that one, on how they presented it, the opening credits, the tunes, the build-up; man, i felt like a kid again and i was very happy to be sitting there remembering how my dad carried me as I watched with marvel (because the movie house was packed). feeling that crescendo in the superman theme building up, hearing marlon brando’s voice again..ahhh..let’s just say the movie didn’t disappoint me. i’ll go as far as saying that the shuttle-launch-from-a-plane rescue sequence was already worth the 140 bucks that the ayalas took from me. that was some sick movie-making right there.

and i just found out that they’re showing it in iMax format, too. are they doing that here? if you know how to get a piece of that action, please hook me up. thanks.

napansin ko lang masyadong low-waist yung brip ni superman dito. parang masagwa lang sa ibang angle. para lang..

and kate bosworth is definitely better-looking blonde. pero ok na rin..

given emphasis on this movie is how much more advanced superman’s planet is than our own, sayang nga lang tsugi na sila. pero kitang-kita naman yung galing nila, manipulating crystals into shit, growing sick-ass technology naturally. sobrang talino din kasi ng mga kryptonians, malamang. tayo kasi di nga natin mahalata na si superman at clark kent eh iisa. maybe if clark wore the glasses with the built-in bulbous nose and curling mustache disguise then it would have been more excusable for earthlings to overlook that clark and superman were never in the same place at the same time.

let me just say, and this is no disrespect to brandon routh, but Superman IS Christopher Reeve. brandon is an okay-enough replacement, i guess, but he’s more pretty boy than the imposing presence that CReeve was. although brandon really made the girls swoon at the theater that i have to admit, when he first came out my heart skipped a beat and i mumbled "..ang pogi naman nitong kumag na ‘to..".

those honest kilig moments and comments that the girls let out during the movie: funny. boys (and some girls) doing too much and killing it trying to be smart and funny and cute: stupid. come on, guys. baduy e. kung magpapasikat lang sa kasama mo, trying to be funny inside a theater full of people is not the way to go. mukha ka lang papansin. there’s this guy who kept commenting loudly in a visayan dialect about superman’s boots, belt, brandon’s good looks, whatever, trying to be cute for his girl friends; man it was just shameful. i’m pretty sure his friends were embarassed but he just kept on going. security should’ve clubbed him, i’m just saying.

SPOILER ALERT!! ok guys, i gave you three days before blogging about superman, and i’m posting some spoilers because i have a lot of questions. anyway, i made it in such a way that you can’t see it clearly. if you’ve seen the movie just highlight "the space between" that appear blank below and you’ll be able to see my questions and observations against the black background. game?

i thought about it, but i never really accepted it until it was there: the cute kid was kal-el’s. how did this happen? i never thought that superman was capable of this ‘pre-marital relations" thing because in Superman 2, he had to give up his powers to be able to do the hibbidy-dibbidy with lois lane. what changed? did marlon brando became lax with this rule? how will this angle play out in the next two superman installments (BRouth is under contract for two more..)?

more importantly, these questions need to be addressed: was lois satisfied with superman’s performance? did he use his super speed? i hope not. and, after all those years of yearning and yearning, that super semen blast should have probably blown off lois lane’s head right? was it awkward that superman had to take off his briefs first BEFORE his pants? where did they do it? was he packing? did he live up to his billing as the world’s mightiest hero? details, mamu…

and! yun nga, like most men, superman just left her without saying goodbye. ganon? the reason why lois was so mad that superman left, kasi naman may nangyari pala sa kanila, eh basta na lang pumuga si mokong. kaya yun. what would jor-el say? that was just no way to treat a woman, son.

still there? spoiler pa rin…

napansin ko lang, medyo lumakas ang tolerance ni superman sa kryptonite. i honestly thought that lex luthor will become virtually untouchable, or at least superman will die before he can reach him in his continent because in the past superman films, even a small shard of kryptonite saps superman’s strength. when lex grew his continent from kryptonite and kryptonian crystal i thought, wow, ang lupit, now superman is screwed. elibs ako na super challenging ang problema ni superman, but he was able to get on it with all that kryptonite growing around him. nabuhat niya pa nga hanggang outer space yung buong mass!! gra-vy. yes, he recharged by going near the sun, but i thought it should’ve been impossible for him to do the stuff that he did with all that kryptonite around him.

malamang magkaka-sequel yung Armageddon dahil dun sa ibinatong crystal mass ni Superman sa outer space…

ok, that’s enough. end of spoiler.

did you know that batman keeps weaponized kryptonite, some shaped like bullets, so that should superman ever turn rogue, he’ll be able to stop him? and superman gave him his blessing to make this security measure.

after the flash and wonder woman movies come out i’ll be extremely disappointed if they can’t do a justice league movie. imagine that. wheeeee.

today my blog turns a year old. yehey. never saw this becoming a regular thing, but hey, let me just say thanks for being down with me. let me thank my sponsors, who really helped me get through a lot:

Swift Delicious Bacon. seriously, yun ang brand name niya. and they weren’t kidding..masarap nga!

San Remo Pasta, especially their penne rigate and instant carbonara/ham and cheese meals..

Cafe Puro. yes, i finally figured how to use my coffee maker..

Pringles..Original and Sour Cream & Onion..

Nacho Corn Chips by Leslie’s…

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Monterey Plain Salted Chicharon…

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Zest-O Calamansi Soda..

Virgin Red and Virgin White Soda..

Mountain Dew!..

and last but not least, Gandour’s Safari Chocolate Bars. i know it looks like a piece of nutty turd as my friend irwin pointed out, but it does give me an energy boost whenever i eat two bars of Safari.

"thank you.. thank you very much.."

"..Come all ye lost
Dive into moss
I hope that my sanity covers the cost
To remove the stain of my love
Paper maché

Come all ye reborn
Blow off my horn
I’m driving real hard
This is love, this is porn
God will forgive me
But I, I whip myself with scorn, scorn

I wanna hear what you have to say about me
Hear if you’re gonna live without me
I wanna hear what you want
I remember december

And I wanna hear what you have to say about me
Hear if you’re gonna live without me
I wanna hear what you want
What the hell do you want?"

               -"I Remember", by Damien Rice from O

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24 Months To Pay

June 24th, 2006 by epoyz

"..Jesus never let me down
You know Jesus used to show me the score
Then they put Jesus in showbusiness
Now it’s hard to get in the door.."

          -"If God Will Send His Angels", U2 from Pop

yesterday i opened my virtual paper to this page and immediately found my chuckler. hold your horses, though, don’t hoist your hopes up, she’s okay.

 

i guess the baby just kicked a little too hard because her administration’s insidious plan is taking a bit too long and damien’s getting a little testy. by the way, he’s okay, too. what’s that, her mom’s a jackal? exactly.

i saw the headline of a real newspaper at the gasoline station that proclaimed it was just diarrhea. di-ar-rhe-a, cha-cha-chah! di-ar-rhe-a, cha-cha-chah! (if you didn’t watch beavis and butthead growing up, you won’t enjoy that..). seriously, diarrhea in the fucking headline, man. how apt. for her, for everything.

but hell, everything’s getting a little too fucked up now.

welcome to epoyz weekend whining.

lately i’ve been doing the kwento rounds, participating in huntahan fests that inevitably funnel into one common denominator of a conclusion: it’s getting too hard to make a goddamn living in this fucked-up country. everyone from my stepbrothers’ grandparents to my college friends to my high school friends to my painting works foreman to my brothers, it’s the same damn thing. unless you’re filthy fucking rich, the choke hold is on. not usually fond of small talk, i’ve found it easier to keep a conversation going even with a relative stranger by whining about the government. wow, look how i’ve grown.

 

it’s just that with nothing much to do than to let my brain cells die from inactivity, i am therefore forced to read and juice a reaction to what’s happening around me. hey, if i’m planning to raise a family in this country, might as well start  weighing shit.

for one thing, look at this. the arroyo administration declared an all-out war against the left, after weaving a story about a left-right conspiracy to unseat her. ok, ok. if you ask me, i see this as another one of her endless counter-measures towards an initiative to impeach. but again, that is just me, b. i can just as easily be branded as a freakin’ conspiracy theorist, a playa-hata, or someone who just can’t let things "move on". ok, call me that, but read that article again. collateral damage? this coming from my most favorite fucker in the world right now, secretary raul gonzalez. his statement just mad raised my hackles.

 

i’m sorry, mr. justice secretary, but with all due respect: fuck you, you mangy dog. kiss my ass, you old wanker.

if they’re doing this whole thing as a crusade for the good of mankind against the forces of evil, i’ll still be hard-pressed to accept this collateral damage bullshit. but it’s pretty obvious that they’re going through this whole charade to maintain the divisiveness and instability that keep them in power. and now innocent civilians, who could be our loved ones, our friends and family, are now supposedly expendable while this whole thing is going down?

imagine the threat of bombings and terror attacks (be it coming from the embattled leftists or the administration itself to scare the people to mire us deeper in this tyrannical rule) becoming a possiblility once again. now we are supposed to accept that we could be casualties of this "war"? how ’bout people from the provinces where the leftists keep camp, we’re supposed to accept their lives are expendable to this administration’s "cause"?

fuck that.

cause? agenda is the proper word here.

i’ve never been able to figure out up til’ now what i want to make of myself, but one thing i don’t plan on amounting to is a fucking statistic. this collateral damage shit declaration is unacceptable, i guess i’m making that clear.

 

that’s why i hate watching 24, though i love the plot twists and conspiracies they present while jack bauer (who, by the way, is my guy for the "hero-most-treated-like-shit-the-whole-damn-time" award..) tries to stop the bad guys. a lot of innocent people get murdered and killed and get snuffed for such mundane things as a bad guy refusing to pay for his slurpee in a 7-11 or some shit like that. jack may be in search of a needle to repair a hole in his flak jacket, and a patriotic citizen helps him find a sewing kit in the middle of a riot-ravaged part of L.A., but after performing this purple heart-worthy deed, he gets hit by a bullet in the ass, bursts a nerve ending and loses feeling in his legs, that he falls on a candelabra and dies. in one sequence there would be an arab terrorist on the run who happens upon an 8-year-old with a bike, and they immediately allow the kid to be gunned down in the story and let the terrorist escape unscathed, ringing the bike bell to add insult to injury (or death?). i mean, the 8-year old girl isn’t even allowed a kick in the shin in the script. come on.

 

ok, jack saves the day in the end and avenges them all in a way, but that’s just it. i fucking hate collateral damage, and there’s a worthy cause in that series, man. jack’s favorite line is "bajillions of american lives are at stake, please..", and when you see it like that, collateral damage may seem almost acceptable. but definitely not for some shit that these fuckers in the government are trying to pull.

 

this whole random guy death situation was presented years ago by the first austin powers installment,
International Man Of Mystery. i never looked at the random guy the same way again after seeing that masterpiece of a movie.

see, the random guy they kill is not a random guy to someone. and that shit hurts deep, to lose a loved one to something you can’t make sense out of. Jack Bauer may be out to save the world so a lot of random people die in the wake of the whole thing, but random guy may mean the whole world to his unlucky wife or kid. di ba?

now, can you imagine someone you love being a random person who dies among scores of people in an mrt bombing because some group wants to "send a message"?

 

i’ve never seen the use for any war of any kind, never saw the sense behind  any of it. and this war they’re declaring, it’s just a fucking laugher. their assessment, the possible "outs" they’re preparing once shit really hits the fan, it really is troubling. if this thing escalates, we really have to make a move, because by then it may have really come to us needing to fight for our very lives.

 

fucking collateral damage, dude. i can’t get over that fucker.

here’s another whiner: next week’s "big fight". they never posted the price for the nosebleed  general admission seats, but i heard it will go for a thousand bucks. A THOUSAND BUCKS!! shiiit.

 

this is a testament to what we have come to.

pera-pera na lang lahat.

this may be the only chance for our countrymen to watch their hero live, and they’re charging at least a thousand bucks for a view of two insect-like figures squaring off in the ring?

 

i mean, come on.

fifty bucks would have been ok to let simple folk get in, then just spread the difference among those big spenders occupying the 30,000, 20,000 and 8,000 peso seats. i mean, they can afford it, another thousand or two would be virtually unnoticeable to the elite bunch, right? compared to 950 additional bucks poor old-timer mang gaston can never afford to burn to see manny live, whom he followed since pacquiao was a snotty unproven rumbler from gensan, that would really be a great deal, wouldn’t it? i was thinking of buying general admission tickets for my worker boylets at the construction site and was absolutely mortified to find out that even i can’t afford to see the fight live.

 

damn.

and to think abs-cbn is making a lot of money in this. a whole boatload of money, and they can’t even spare some to make general admission tickets affordable for simple folk. i heard they raffle some of the tickets away thru texting and shit, but hey, that generates even more money for them. the producers of this fight, the promoters, they’re really not thinking about the true fans, those who really get inspired with each knockdown manny scores or each crafty combination he unleashes. only those who can afford it get to see this shit up close, and a lot of them don’t even know manny when he was still doing rounds in Boxing At The Park.

 

i’ll tell you this much: manny will win this fight, but he should have fought for the poor folk. for me, he totally lost this one.

 

fuck all the greedy rich fuckers. i hope you fucking choke on all that money, you fucking fuckers.

how’s that for a parting shot?

"Apron strings
Hanging empty
Crazy things
My body tells me
I want someone to tie to my 
Apron strings

Apron strings
Waiting for you
Pretty things
That i could call you
I want someone to tie to my lonely
Apron strings

Baby looks just like you when you were young
And he looks at me with eyes that shine
And i wish that he were mine
Then i go home to my
Apron strings
Cold and lonely
For time brings
Thoughts that only
Will be quiet when someone clings to my
Apron strings

And i’ll be perfect in my own way
When you cry i will be there
I’ll sing to you and comb your hair
All your troubles i will share

For apron strings
Can be used for other things
Than what they’re meant for
And you’d be happy wrapped in my
Apron strings

You’d be happy wrapped in my
Apron strings."

              - "Apron Strings", Everything But The Girl from Idlewild / Home Movies / Acoustics

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Laughter And Laughers

June 19th, 2006 by epoyz

in trying to keep up with the utter wastefulness of time and resources that define my life as of the moment, i made a treat for all the readers of this blog. yes, i devoted a lot of my time last weekend to make it a bit more worthwhile for all three of you.

aside from the pages that i link to from time to time (those underlined phrases that open to another page when you click on it), i’m also doing the same trick to my blog soundtrack (the songs that i put at the end of every entry). yes, folks, as if reading through all the bullshit and the linked articles wasn’t enough, now when you click on the song name you can listen and/or watch the video. yehey.

unless you’re living under a rock you’ve probably been already exposed to the harrowing alyssa alano "keys me" video. not wanting to make excessive fun of anybody (unless it’s well-deserved), i decided to lay off this unfortunate production. i believe she could have been better off getting involved in a cellphone-sex-clip scandal than having something like this to immortalize herself. when i first saw the clip i couldn’t believe what was happening. how could anyone with a conscience let this go onstage and be sung live? i hope that this was an honest mistake on the producers’ part because if it wasn’t, the malice to let this thing unfold is simply unforgivable, like the cruciatus curse or something like that. damn.

oh dear. i watched it again as i was linking to it, and i felt the exact same way as i felt the first time i saw it. i never laughed out loud though i admit it, that shit was really funny. you know that feeling of dread you experience when you know a friend is going to do or say something stupid and you can’t do anything to stop it? no? how about witnessing an accident, a highway pileup or a train wreck that you can’t turn away from as you’re driving past? not really? how about having a five year old repeatedly kick you in the nuts while you’re tied with your legs spread? getting warm? that’s my pain right there. i’m kidding you not, while i was watching the whole thing unravel i kept muttering "oh my God, oh my God, oh my God…".

you want some more funny stuff? how about this, an essay from a call center applicant. makes me really put my trust on the whole four-semester-schoolyear thing. no, really.

 

at least she "has the ability to do her own skills". ehrng? house-and-lot-again?

well of course i would be remiss if i leave out the malate bar love triangle letter. i mentioned this before in one of my earlier entries, and a good friend answered my call when i asked for the complete transcript:

To Marjie,
I am not surprised or wander why Dennis leave you.
Why?
What reason you think about but you’re very fat body.
I’m thoughth before that Dennis only use me to his toy but sooner and later I’m realize that he really can’t not beared or stomached to be with you anymore before at first, Dennis say he could not stand you’re habit of making "pakialam" all his walks and always calling to their house what time he go home or this or that and then he say he get ashame to met you iether in school or in his family and then asking you to exercise you’re very, very, very fat body but you hate it you thoughth your the most prettiest girls he know about what do you think are "BeautifulGirl" of Jose Mari Chan even you are beautiful face (to your think) you do not have the rigth to called me whatsoever or else different name one time or the other for the real purposed to insults my personality because I’m never call you names iether in front of Dennis or in the backs of Dennis, but if you start already to calling me different name, I’m don’t have any other choice but to called you other different name to like you are PIG, FAT, OBESSED, OVERWIGHT, AND UGLY SHAPE girl. Shame to you’re body that is to a BUDING. You can’t blame Dennis for exchanging you to me because I’m am the more sexier than you when you look to us in the mirror. I’m repeat again that you are like Ike Lozada when she is a girl.

From: The Sexiest Girl of D.M.

P.S.
You say that I’m the bad breathe but who is Dennis want to kissed. Me or you? You or me? And the
final is me.

OOOOO-HA!?

 

ok, like zach dela rocha, let’s break this, break this, break this down.

the essay and the letter, that’s really funny to me. it’s very hard not to laugh at those and the people who wrote them because right there, you can sense the arrogance and haughtiness laced into their ignorance and stupidity that i can not really feel guilty in deriding them. it’s like the gay bitch who kept talking out loud inside a crowded elevator that me, my brother and a buddy were in. he insisted on doing his thing in english, although he kept tripping over his own tongue. we kept ourselves composed until he blurted out an emphatic "..all of THE sudden she got angry na lang..", that we just couldn’t keep ourselves from breaking out in laughter any longer. good thing we got to the ground floor just in the nick of time to let ourselves burst out.

now in alyssa alano’s case, that shit is funny as hell. awkward at times, unbelievable and so pure and so tragically not made up that it’s just so damn funny.

but see, the unfortunate thing about this is that although it really is hilarious, it only stays that way until some idiot goes too far and ruin it for everybody by making a comment that is just plain cruel and insensitive. like the guy who commented "boba" for everyone to read. read the comments below the video window and you’ll see what i mean. some of that shit is just uncalled for. i’ll bet all my shoes (and that ain’t a bet to sneer at, i’m telling you) that the people who made those comments are probably a ton more lacking in brains and sense than alyssa alano herself. more often than not, those who are blunt and too quick to point out the shortcomings of other people are the lowliest breed of scum themselves. and that’s word, yo. yes, alyssa alano should have known better than to strut in front of people armed with her knowledge of how "kiss me" should be sung. by the way, i probably won’t be listening to that song the same way ever again. i hope she knows just that one leigh nash song. please keep her away from "need to be next to you", pleaseplease..

production hands probably offered her cue cards to guide her through the song and she probably waved them off, saying "..ako na bahala dito, kabisado ko ‘tong keys me..". Oh Lord.

but hey, for all we know she’s probably taking all this in good stride, she may be laughing at herself like melanie marquez and keanna reeves do when they make public boo boos. i sincerely hope that this shoots her way up to stardom, man. again, i’m not trying to be holier-than-thou-ish, hear. i’m just reminding everybody to not get carried away in making comments about the whole thing, because shit stop being funny when you openly tear down people who probably don’t deserve it.

on the other hand, i’m still waiting for something to go horribly wrong for ate glue, mike defensor, raul gonzales, ignacio bunye, prospero pichay and all the other bastard scum, then i’ll be ready to let out a hearty guffaw and unrelentingly make fun of them. really, even if something "the omen"-like happens to any one of these satanspawns, i’ll dance around in delight, and i’m not even close to kidding. that shit’s not that funny, right?

okay, enough of that. i’m plunged deeper into a darker mood because this news just came in. so it’s official: me and nicole are sooo o-ver. hmph.

happy father’s day to all my friends, and to all the good dads out there. a very very special happy father’s day also to all my single mom friends, and to the rest of the single moms in the world. what you’re doing, hell, i have so much respect for you that i can’t even put it in words. all i can do is campaign for this day to be made about you also. you’re all doing the double shift so y’all should be given worlwide props twice a year.

aaand a happy father’s day to my pops. you’re still here.

"When I’m near you my heart won’t be told,
It just feels what it feels, knows what it knows.
I want to do what feels right, but you’re not mine to hold.

When I’m near you my heart won’t be told;
Of desire and sadness, a storm inside blows.
Those lips that I lost, I want to kiss so.

I’m so far from being over you.
I’m so far from being over you.
I still just want to be yours,
I’ve never loved you more.

When I’m near you my heart won’t be told.
It still hurts me, the life above me you chose.
I’ll miss you forever, but I guess you know.

I’m so far from being over you.
I’m so far from being over you.
I still just want to be yours,
I’ve never loved you more.."

          -"Never Loved You More", Trembling Blue Stars from Lips That Taste Of Tears

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All About Birds

June 4th, 2006 by epoyz

So what’s up?

everything and nothing, really.

i’ve got an early meeting tomorrow (10 am is really early for me) but i’m still riding high on ginebra’s overtime come-from-the-ass victory over air21 for the final quarterfinals seat in the ongoing PBA all filipino conference to really be able to fall asleep in the next few hours, so..

i’m puttin’ on the tunes and i’ll be bloggin’.

my heart is still racing, man. that was some game. do-or-die contests really get you a-m-p-ed!! specially with ginebra working with just two starters, (based on court experience, practically) four rookies, an injured reserve and two replacement mercenaries; with them falling behind big and storming right back to take the lead late in the fourth quarter, only to be on the brink of elimination again with two booming treys from air21; regaining their composure to force overtime (papah eric menk converting two clutch freethrows with 2.7 left..) and finally pulling out the win in the extra period.. that’s just sweet, almost orgasmic. i thought i’d be sleeping like a baby tonight after that crucial win, but five hours later i’m still wide-awake. oh dear. i’ve got to be up in three hours. whoop-tee-do.

i was looking around in friendster and i noticed a lot of young boys and girls flipping the bird in their friendster photos. is giving the guy taking your picture the finger the "in" thing with these teenagers nowadays? what the fuck is up with that? what does that mean, really? "look at my picture, you fucker?" "i’m having a really good time so screw you?" what? what does it all mean, basil?

the kids aren’t alright.

we’re three weeks into this ‘the da vinci code’ showing and i’m really glad things are starting to calm down. listening to all the yammering about this "highly controversial" movie makes me want to jam a pencil in my ear. i attended a baptism last week, and having been a ninong quite a lot made me familiar with all the "seremonyas". before the actual baptism they usually conduct a 30-minute seminar for the parents and godparents, covering everything from how the whole ceremony is going down, to the roles of the godparents on the kid’s upbringing, to guidelines on raising a catholic child.

one thing that stood out of place for me was  this: the man conducting the seminar took the time to give this stern instruction to the parents, complete with acting:

"..pag isinasama po natin ang ating mga anak sa pagsisimba, wag po natin sasabihin sa kanila na ‘kiss papa Jesus, kiss ka kay papa Jesus..’, mali po iyon! kahit kailan po, ay hindi naging tatay si Jesus, kaya wag po nating ituro sa ating mga anak na tawaging ‘papa’ si Jesus.."

wow.

i pointed out to my friend that this new item added to the seminar was a jab on the da vinci code movie coming out. man, they just won’t let anything slide, no?

apart from that, i found it a bit funny that the guy conducting the seminar was a bit.. you know.. may kulot ng konti ang daliri. i thought it was really inappropriate for him to be uttering the word papa in that situation, that i just wasn’t able to suppress a giggle. i know, i know, ang sama ko, yes, but that shit right there was funny.

but again, why all this extra activity in "preserving" the catholic/christian faith? why get all riled up when i can’t really see how one’s faith in God can be altered by a movie screening? what i find really disappointing is how the church has handled this, like they’re not really giving enough credit to their followers, assuming that most people are not smart enough to handle this. with all the hullabaloo surrounding this da vinci code circus, it really does look as though they’re trying to hide something. they’re trying too damn hard, you know?

with the church putting a lot into this "preserving the faith" movement, they have neglected to have faith in their followers, and that’s just sad. honestly, i’m really lost when it comes to discussions about religion, and my faith is just that: i’m not really sure what to believe, but i know in my heart that there is a God and i will follow my heart in doing what i feel is right whenever i’m put to the test. i really find it hard to follow a strict set of rules that can be bent or interpreted a whole number of other ways by some people that i just don’t attempt to understand it. all i know is i feel what is right and what is wrong when i’m there, and i’ll try my darndest best everytime to do the right thing.

really, since the dawn of civilization, this whole religion thing, this whole struggle between who’s right and who’s wrong, all the wars and inquisitions and purging and shit seemed to have taken more lives than any other catastrophic thing that has struck earth. why all this bullshit? can’t we all just get along?

besides, who’s really sure of what went down in history anyway? i mean come on, this has been passed on from generation to generation, no one can be really sure anymore, right? we’ve all been ruled by different kings and leaders and emperors who ran shit back in the day, who’s to say they didn’t alter some shit to serve their purpose? all that we have is faith that somehow all this shit will be sorted out, right? but not here on earth, i’m telling you. we’ll find the answers at the end of the journey, when we come face to face with The Maker.

meanwhile, i wish everybody would just chill.

i’m unsure about a lot of things, but here’s one thing i’m pretty sure about: if i’m being asked to take another man’s life in the name of "faith", then fuck that, i can’t follow you no more. my God don’t allow that shit to go down. i’m sure someone will present to me a lot of other complicated situational bullcrap but i ain’t buyin’: like i said, i don’t do debates about religious stuff.

i’m not sure if i’m right so i can’t tell you that you’re wrong. dig?

 

Killer: father mangungumpisal po ako
Father: ano kasalanan mo?
Killer: pumatay po ako ng 20 tao
Father: bakit?
Killer: kasi po naniniwala sila sa Diyos, kayo po naniniwala ba?
Father: dati…pero ngayon trip trip na lang..

 

"Cold, Cold water surrounds me now

And all I’ve got is your hand

Lord, can you hear me now?

Lord, can you hear me now?

Lord, can you hear me now?

Or am I lost?"

             - "Cold Water", Damien Rice from O

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Fantastic Poor

May 25th, 2006 by epoyz

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

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Golden

May 7th, 2006 by epoyz

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

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LOST in translation

April 17th, 2006 by epoyz

so tell me: is it completely wrong that whenever i hear "hollaback girl", and  it doesn’t matter where i am, i just start moving my ass to its beat?

i woke up later than usual ( i usually get up at the crack of noon ) and my younger cousin was in the office watching tv when i got out of my room. went to check the PC and gwen started singin’ so i started swayin’. it was too late when i realized i was hauling my ass left and right, my cousin ( she’s new around here and still holds me in high regard.. ) was already looking away and down on the floor. then came the awkward silence.

well, she’s still young. she can still blot out that image from her mind if she puts effort into it.

as for me, dammit, i can’t help swingin’ to that beat even when i’m in public. i’m telling you, this shit is BANANAS, B, A-N, A-N-A-S.

i was at my moms last sunday and i saw this LOST complete first season
package that my brother borrowed from our cousin and i said great, i’m going to watch it, never caught any of it while it was on axn. from the looks of the packaging i can tell that it must be legit, until i turned it over and read the plot intoduction (notenote, i’m not trying to make fun of anybody, ok?):

"this play gather for 2004 years most deserve take a look at of TV serial. the american television station of abc scolds the huge sum to take in hawaii, the whole story details falls the rise and fall, the actor perform thoroughly, broadcast the first to gather to have already take down the segment accepts to see the champion at the same time, having become the prime time to accept to see the tallest television, now one of the plays. the story relates an aerobus to sink into an isolated island in pacific ocean, 48 passengers returnative by luck. face this shabby signs of human being small island, they how exist  bottom to go to. the survival myriad shapes, nationality, human race, cultural background, character… etc. have the huge difference, 14 star to win to have the father and son, there are brother and sister, there is friend, also having the enemy. they since to overcome the bad natural environment, in pretty of tropical zone from the wood. look for the food, headwaters, still need to face issue to make in the night the owner tremble with fear interjection of mysterious living creature; more difficult is they must win personal privateWant, expel the misunderstanding and disagree, help each other, beg the existence."

o ha?

you just can’t make this shit up.

 

sa mga nakapanood na ng LOST, tama ba yung pagkaka-describe nila ng plot?

they say truth is stranger than fiction, and i say nothing is funnier than stuff that comes from real life. mas nakakatawa talaga yung di nagpapatawa. if you can find something completely made up that is funnier than michael fajatin’s mental meltdown video in saksi, holla at your boy.

it’s like that email about this note that was found in a bar in malate. some girl gave this note to another girl who is apparently trying to steal her boyfriend.  the whole thing is so funny, i can’t remember much of it but the last part will help you  imagine how messed up their whole love triangle is:

"…you say i’m the bad breathe? but who does dennis wants to be kissed? me or you? you or me? and the final is me."

O HA??

that’s right. it’s not bad breath, yo. bad breathe. now read the whole thing aloud, and do the last three sentences with feeling.

priceless.

friends, if you happen to have a copy of that email please send it to me, and i will be eternally grateful. i received that when i was still using edsamail and i wasn’t able to make a backup. pleasepleaseplease, i need to read the whole thing and memorize it by heart.

again, let me repeat it again for the second time (nice..) : i do not intend to make fun of anyone, hear?

 

okay, maybe just a little..

 

hey, it’s just that sometimes people tend to try too hard with this english thing. i have a rule whenever i’m speaking with anybody: if they can understand tagalog i’m staying with my tagalog. doesn’t matter if they’re starting their shit up in english. it’s completely different when i’m writing a letter, sure, i write a lot in english but then again, that’s writing. nabubulol kasi ako mag-english pag pinoy din kausap ko, e. my head gets in the way when i’m trying to "englishify" with someone who understands tagalog, primarily because one of the people that live inside my head keeps interrupting with "naknampugita, pinoy din naman ‘tong damontres na ‘to ini-inggles  pa ‘ko. maitim nga ako pero di naman ako mukhang fil-am..". my english is reserved for our foreign friends, period. besides, they ain’t as critical with grammatical errors. ewan ko ba dito sa ‘tin, minsan inaabangan ka magkamali. ika nga ni heber bartolome, marami diyang iba, pa-ingles-ingles pa. e kung pakikinggan, mali-mali naman, wag na lang.

 

it’s okay, mind, if you’re among friends. you can practice with friends, it’s rad if it’s all in the spirit of having fun. plus, you’re supposed to make fun of your friends, thats a cardinal rule of friendship. me and my boyz can fill a huge book with tall tales of how we butcher(ed) the english language, teeming with gems like " arrrgh, is terrible pain…" and "hmmm, i smell fishy…" and "it’s mute and academic!", thrown in with words like demolate ( what people do during demolition), passover (where people in EDSA cross) and revengeance (grabeng paghihiganti ‘yon..). meron lang kasing mga tao sobrang feeling superyor komo magaling, correction, marunong mag-english. e pag pinakinggan mo naman mali-mali din, lalo na pag nagsulat. hay nako. ok lang mali-mali, wag lang mayabang, hokey?

 

again, if you’re a friend and i know you’re good peeps, it don’t mean squat to me if you’re not perfect, none of us are, as long as you’re not too critical of others, either. i’m just talking about those people, well, you all know the type. apir.

one thing i learned, aside from truth being stranger than fiction and real life being funnier than made-up shit: it’s the smart people who can act dumb and stupid most convincingly. did you know that lisa kudrow almost became a doctor and has a genius-level IQ? and as for stupid people trying to act smart, well, you know how that inevitably turns out…

hey, that’s two posts without any talk of politics, no?

anyways, i’ve been reading a lot of stuff that make me angry  as hell, and some that make me want to cry, but i’m making a concious effort to leave them out. well, one bad day and it will all come rushing out. andami kong gustong pagmumurahin, pero saka na ‘yun.

i am SO gonna use hollaback girl as my motivation music next time i play basketball.

"..Oooh, this my Shit , this my Shit
    Oooh, this my Shit , this my Shit
    Oooh, this my Shit , this my Shit
    Oooh, this my Shit , this my Shit

   I heard that you were talking shit
   And you didn’t think that I would hear it
   People hear you talking like that, getting everybody fired up
   So I’m ready to attack, gonna lead the pack
   Gonna get a touchdown, gonna take you out
   That’s right, put your pom-poms down, getting everybody fired up

   A few times I’ve been around that track
   So it’s not just gonna happen like that
   Cause I ain’t no hollaback girl
   I ain’t no hollaback girl

    A few times I’ve been around that track
   
So it’s not just gonna happen like that
   
Cause I ain’t no hollaback girl
   
I ain’t no hollaback girl..

             - "Hollaback Girl", by Gwen Stefani from Love. Angel. Music. Baby

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