The other side blog of myepinoy. Keeping you disconnected, disoriented… and i call this blogging.
The man @ Baguio City public market
Bukas, eleksyon na.
Mga kabayan ito ang tamang panahon para pabagsakIn ang mga KANDI-DATUNG mapagsamantala sa kahirapan ng taong-bayan, bumibili ng DANGAL at ginagawang mga HUDAS ang mga Filipino.
Kung naging HUDAS ka man,
BUKAS ang panahon para MABAWI MO ang yong DIGNIDAD na niyurakan ng mga KANDI-DATUNG nanamantal sa yong kahinaan o kahirapan.
Bukas, hindi ka na si Hudas.
BUKAS, ikaw ang BOSS!
Bukas, ikaw ay isang tunay na Pinoy!
They are MEANINGLESS but you simply believed them.
Last night I was in the airport to pick my kumpare who is going back to reality. Going back to reality because his vacation in Manila is over. lol
As I was waiting for him to come out from the door of the airport, I was seated with a young Filipino couple.
The wife holds their sleepy young son. The boy’s head is comfortably rested in his mother’s right shoulder while the father lovingly brushes his hair.
The sleepy boy then lifted his head and turned to his father, ”Yes baby, sleep ka pa ha. Lolo is not coming out yet,” said the father.
The door opens. The father stands up to check whether the Lolo is among the passengers. As he sits down, the young kid extends his hand to his father saying, “de dodo.”
For us Pinoys, we know what that means – he is hungry and he needs his milk.
Early in the moning today, I was watching a youtube video of Sting live in Manila. And mind you, what the boy has just said is exactly the song which I googled the lyrics so I can sing along with.
Poets, priests and poiticians
Have words to thank for their positions
Words that scream for your submission
And no one’s jamming their transmission
‘Cos when their eloquence escapes you
Their logic ties you up and rapes you.De do do do, de da da da
Is all I want to say to you
De do do do, de da da da
Their innocence will pull me through
De do do do, de da da da
Is all I want to say to youDe do do do, de da da da
They’re meaningless and all that’s true
What I just saw in the airport made me realize that:
The song is not meaningless.
Between the boy and the father, the ‘de do do, da da da ‘ means so much more than asking the father a milk. It is a language of love.
For the Kupal politicians the ‘the de do do’ is not really meaningless when said eloquently. It spells magic.
For the even more kupal pinoy voters, the “de do do’ means so much more than a lovely song heard from ibong Adarna. It is a language of doom. No common sense needed. No logic required.
As we leave the airport, my mind still sings;
de do do, de da da.
I just wish that the boy grew up as Jose Rizal expected him to be – the future of our mother land.
de do do, de da da, nagrereklamo ka pero sila pa rin ang ininoboto mo. de do do, de da da, is al i want to say to you.
de do do do, de da da da, they’re meaningless and all that’s true.
de do do do, de da da da, gamitin mo ang yong common sense, di ka na baby is all i want to say to you.
lol
Noong isang araw, napanood ko ang isang episode ng Juan Dela Cruz, palabas sa Channel 2.
Ang sabi ng isang karakter na tumutugis sa mga aswang, “Hwag kang matakot sa mga aswang kung malakas ang kanilang atungal dahil malayo pa sila. Matakot ka kung tahimik o di na sila maingay kasi nasa paligid na sila at handa nang umatake.”
Sa ngayon, panahon nang eleksyon, di ba ganon din ang nangyayari? Habang nagngangapanya pa lang, halos buong barangay ay nabubulabog sa atungal na gawa ng mga PULITIKO. Ngunit, kapag nahalal na, napakatahimik at halos wala ka nang marinig sa kanila.
Sa mga botante, dapat ninyong tandaan; totoong dapat kayong matakot kung ang iniluklok ninyo sa pwesto ay nanahimik na. Tulad nang binaggit ng karakter sa palabas na Juan dela Cruz, matakot kayo kung tahimik at wala ng ingay ang mga aswang dahil nasa paligid na sila, handa nang umtake at lamunin ang biktima.
Kaya ngayon pa lang, kilatising mabuti, mag isip-isip at gamitin ang sentido kumon kung sino ang pagkakatiwalaan ninyo nang inyong napakahalagang BOTO. Dangan kasi, baka aswang imbes na tunay na lingkod bayan ang inyong maipwesto.
Kayo rin, baka maubos ang inyong lamang loob. LOL
May nagtanong, papaano daw ba malalaman kung aswang at di tunay na lingkod bayan ang tumatakbo? Aba, kayo ang makakasagot nyan? Hangga ngayon ba di pa alam ang mga aswang at tunay na lingkod bayan? NAMAN!!
HALer! Magpatuka ka na lang kaya sa King Cobra o kaya, Ipakain mo na lang ang sarili sa buwaya! At least magkakaroon ka ng silbi sa earth.
LOL!
– Sulating walang kwenta, Abril 5, 2013
Kaiju poopin in Manila.
On Good Friday, March 29,2013, ABS-CBN posted this news - Netizens on Pacific Rim’ photo: Why dirty Manila?
Part of the news says, “A still from Hollywood movie “Pacific Rim” showing a pile of sea monster excrement in Manila has again awakened indignation from Filipinos online, who say filmmakers abroad should stop focusing on the “ugly” side of the Philippines.”
As usual, the Pinoys are always ready to say their piece and defend the mother land, Holy week man o hindi.
As for me, I was only wondering about the reason or reasons why Kaiju poopped in Manila.
So, what are my thoughts on why Kaiju ‘excremented’ (may ganito bang word? – lol) in Manila?
I could only think of two.
Kaiju drank the polluted water of Manila Bay. Gusto nya ‘OXYGINATED’ or ‘HYDROGENATED’ water. may ganon? lol
Kaiju swallowed MORE thrash than he could imagine. NAIMPATSO. Although NOT surprised about the chances of swallowing plastic and other trash, Kaiju was amazed at the volume of thrash and by the way Pinoys destroyed Manila Bay and our seas.
Napikon sya kasi hindi nya akalain na sasagutin nya si Manny Villar – Nakaligo ka na ba sa dagat ng basura? YAK!
He met with some Pinoy politicians and officials. The pinoy politicians and officials told Kaiju that if he wants to stay in Manila, he must pay them ca$h or in kind (tons of precious metals) through their brokers outside the Philippines. When Kaiju violently refused, the pinoy politicians and officials simply asked for a photo ops. The pinoy politicians and officials thought that being with Kaiju is a the BIGGEST and BEST pogi point they could ever have. The Pinoy media(s) and those other(s) looking for ‘sensation‘ on Holy week would be all over them and their faces with Kaiju could be seen everywhere. PerPek!
He saw the real faces of the EPALs and the trapos. He could not stomach their ITSURA in the posters and tarpaulins posted everywhere in the streets of Manila.
Oh, I am sorry, I thought I had only two.
LOL.
Lilith/Rei looks to the sky, pulled by the Earth’s gravity, and cradles the Egg of Lilith which absorbed the souls of all human beings. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Contrary to what cynics say, this world of ours is not hopeless. There are still lots of people who are kind and generous – too generous to the point of giving away everything to a person like me who is a total stranger.
Take a look at this generous offer from a person who I never met and who I would not meet in my lifetime.
I am Mrs. Fiona Crawford an aging widow suffering from long time illness. I have decided to donate from what I have inherited from my late husband to you for work of humanity rather than allow my greedy relatives to use my husband’s hard earned money in ungodly way. For more information, please reach out to my lawyer with this specified email address markroland7 at hotmail do com He will give you directives on how the money should be willed to you. Right now, i have been cautioned not to receive calls. Email my lawyer: markroland7 at hotmail dot com.
You see, we as human beings of this world have a lot to wish and hope for.
We hope and pray that one day this kind of people shall perish in the face of the earth.
So tell me, who’s saying that we have nothing more to hope for?
LOL.
Before I proceed, ah ikaw pala, I would like you to click on this link. Why? (wehhh, what a nerve you asked me why? just kidding.) Please read the title of this post. Okidoki.
Done!
Now, you may go ahead (i say go ahead not go away. lol). I mean, you may continue reading. Why? Please read the first paragraph. lol
Here we go.
Today is February 27, 2013. Right?
Okay, so what?
Google says:
As of 27/02/2013 00:00:01, You are 52 years, 0 months, 0 days, 0 hours, 0 minutes, 0 seconds including 13 leap years,
or 52.0 years (again?)
or 624.0 months
or 2,713.2 weeks
or 18,993.0 days
or 455,832.0 hours
or 27,349,920.0 minutes
or 1,640,995,200 secondsYou were born on a Monday, your last birthday was a Monday and your lucky day is today, Wednesday.
And those figures my friend are based on the date my parents told me I was born – unless the record in NSCO says otherwise. lol
Now, you know my numbers. (parang sa kanta, you know my number, call me, maybe.) Ay naiba. Wahahahahaha.
Seriously (without being taken to hospital by ambulance, korni. lol), as I reflect on life (and the many things and questions I ponder upon everyday), I realized that I was and I am the one moving my life forward, backward, here, there and everywhere. I was the one who decided and the one who chose what’s for me and what’s not for me, where I should be and where I should not go. Out of these decisions and actions, many were written in the corner of my small brain as, “should have been done that way, should have been easier.” As many as should have been done that way, should have been easier, there are also a lot of , “OMFG, I did that!” lol
HEY, don’t’ get me wrong. I have a lot to “congratulate me” (nahilo ka ba sa salitang ito? lol), cheer myself up, and so much more to thank the world, the universe and the one WHO created it.
Someone told me, life doesn’t move in straight lines.
at my age, i guess, sometimes, it does. butt, there is no denying that the best moments, the most exciting, the most exhilarating happened while turning around the dangerous curve, speeding at the bumps and humps, on a sudden twist, on a huge fail, on a sudden rise and the big fall, face flat. (Ay. buhay ka pa! lol)
I do know now that, for that and for all all other things , it would only take one day for them to happen, just one day.
All because,
One day, I look and see. I looked and saw the huge canvass called life. I was mesmerized by its beauty and till now, I am awed and owned by it. One day, I stopped looking. I stopped seeing. Perhaps, on the other side of the huge canvass called life, I have seen something different – forced me to close my eyes. One day, I am seeing again. One day, I am looking again and then again, one day, I stopped.
One day, I write and write and wrote on that huge canvass called life. One day, I stopped writing because I thought, everything that I am trying to write has already been written long time ago even before i was born. One day, I start writing again then again I stopped.
One day, I read and read and read everything that I wrote and the other things that were written in that huge canvass called life. One day, I stopped reading. Not that there is nothing interesting to read there but simply, I just decided to stop . One day, I start reading again and then again, I stopped.
One day, I love and love and love everything in that huge canvass called life. One day, I stopped loving many of them. (I did not say “I hate”, just making sure of that. ha ha ha) One day I start again and stop again. and I believe, this is also the case for those who love and loved me in that huge canvass called life..
One day, I travel and travel and traveled. I have set my sight to reach all the corners of that huge canvass called life. One day, I stopped traveling. One day I start again and stop again.
One day, I talk and talk and talk and say what’s on my mind in that huge canvass called life. One day, I stopped talking. I started listening. One day, I start again and stop again. One day, I do both – talking and listening.
One day, I believe and believe and believed that the huge canvass called life belongs to those who believe that one day, that huge canvass would be a masterpiece. One day, I stopped. I don’t believe anymore. I questioned everything I believe about the huge canvass called life. One day, I start again and then stop.
One day, I play and play and play in that huge canvass called life. One day, I stopped playing. One day I start again and stop again.
One day, I work and work and worked. One day, I will not. (kailan kaya o kailangan kaya? lol)
One day, I was born. I breath and breath, live and live and live. One day, He will let me stop breathing and breathing, living and living. Maybe, just maybe, if there really is something out there, one day, I will leave the huge cavass called life. I will live and live and live forever somewhere out there. lol
One day, I will be 99. One day, maybe, just one day less, just one day more, I will live or I will go.
One day, one life, one purpose, many dreams.
One day given, a million thanks and immeasurable gratitude everyday.
One day, just one day, many things happened, 52 years ago, today.
One day, just this one day, wag ka na kokontra kahit di mo maintindihan ang nakasulat dito dahil mali, may mali sa grammar at magulo talaga. Gets mo. LOL.
Happy Birthday to all those born or burned today!
At para sa yo, Ui Salamat. Imagine, umabot ka dito sa dulo. ( And for you, Thank You!)
Finally, after so many months of silence, I have something to say. Bwahahaha!
So let me start. Oki!
I thought my new assignment would make my small brain rest for awhile and stop memorizing or remembering more acronyms and abbreviations… I was mistaken. I was totally surprised. I was mistaken, again. LOL!
For nearly three or four decades (sorry can’t remember. lol), my small brain, on daily basis, has been accepting billion of things, maybe more if everything is counted from conception to deception, and for most part of that nearly 3 (yes, i guess 3) decades, all those RIC codes and those that are used by bankers, stock dealers, brokers, analysts, fund managers, bankers, CUSTOMERs, journalists and what have you (made money writing them though in bastardized way. lol) took the best space of my brain that in some or few instances, I forgot my name. I was thinking that my brain is using FIFO, or LIFO. Wait, ano nga ba ang FIFO at LIFO? lol
This pic is not mine.
Now, I have to stretch, squeeze or find some more space inside my small brain (talaga ha?) to accommodate the new stuff like TCoE, SDLC, SLA, the so many ‘X’ Analysis things and terms, data blah blah, system security issue x,x,x,x, methodologies, structures, architectures, MIS and WTF have they told me and WTF I have to read.
My luck works in a not so constant way when at this age, (my age, yes, off course, no, of course!) my brain must only be used to visualize the best and the beautiful and what lies ahead and what should have been repeatedly playing inside it (it must be, it should be) are action words, QUIT / Retire / Enjoy after working hard for so many years…. I was mistaken. Again, I was totally surprised; I was mistaken. lol
I am not complaining. I am not ranting either. I am just saying things aloud.
Which, unrelated or not, this morning, I saw something posted somewhere, “what’s for you won’t pass you by.” Whatever that means to you or to me, I am sure it means something. Ang gulo. lol
OH BTW, someone should have done regression testing on me. Regression testing is the process of testing changes to my brain (computer programs) to make sure that the old brain (older programming) still works with the new changes. lol
Kung di mo ito naintindihan, sori ha.
