So we thought they heard us. That ON March 13, 2010, we will see a mega-fight between the great Filipino boxer Manny Pacquiao and the trash talking American Floyd Mayweather jr. Now we only have a dash or a shadow of something that is in comatose inside an ICU. It landed there with a bang.

Yesterday’s News reports said that “the camps of Manny Pacquiao and Floyd Mayweather have until today to come to an agreement” to resuscitate the fight or else, this will go as RIP. If so, I would wonder forever whether money really talks.

Ok.

For now, let us assume that it is what it is, DEAD! Don’t you find this ironic knowing that the killing of this fight started (long before this was set) when a convicted drug dealer named Mayweather sr. accused Manny Pacquiao of using a “roids,” which, according to him was his “opinion”.

Being just an opinion coming from a no expert father, Mayweather, jr. needed something to put some sort of validity to his father’s stupid claim while at the same time planting the seed of doubt on the accomplishments of Manny Pacquaio. And so, now, the demand. A ludicrous demand that we all know Pacquiao refused.

Rather than substantiating their accusations, they are now requiring the accused Pacquiao to prove himself clean of the “roids.” Is there something more moronic than that?

Meanwhile, the crazy demand made a spin, then went ballistic, out in the open and beyond the hands of “the dumb and stupid” accuser. Pacquaio’s outright refusal was the trigger that released the poison-filled bullet all over the world; it got a life of it’s own. A bad left honky wonky hook hit Pacquaio hard. It is now known as “prove it if you are not hiding anything.”

Thanks to the moronic so-called media practitioners. Just few days ago, they praised Pacquiao to high heavens. Then all of a sudden, they turned their guns on Pacquiao. The baseless accusations was taken “it is what it is,” at face value without asking the convicted drug dealer named Mayweather, senior to show proof. Damn fairness and objectivity! These guys all passed out.

Why so?

If a no expert and convicted drug dealer can, so I can. If hypocrites like Schaefer and a big quitter and loser like the not-so Golden boy dela Hoya can, so I can. Why not, coconut? Because everyone can!

By the same way that accusations were made, it is easy for me to say now that these moronic media practitioners are all juiced up and were actually paid to hack, to whack and to quack with one aim, destroy the reputation of Manny Pacquiao, at all cost! Oh please, don’t ask me to substantiate my accusations. The burden of proof does not rest on me. This is my kind of “roids” opinion. Right?

While many say that this is a ploy by Mayweather to get to Pacquiao’s head and gain some sort of psychological advantage, there is no denying that the hypocrisy of Golden Boy promotions’ top honchos is also at play here.

When Zab Judah required Mosley to undergo the same blood test that they are now forcing on Pacquaio, the GBP guys (the dumb Shaefer and the quitter now no longer golden boy de la Hoya) refused. They said that the Nevada Sports Commission’s tests were good enough for Mosley. Unfortunately, for Pacquiao the commission’s tests are not good enough, they needed more. wtf!

This fight may or may not happen. As both camps maybe playing some tricks or all of them are on “roids,” there is one thing that is very clear. Pacquiao got a big dark cloud over his reputation and the boxing profession as well.

On with more roids”

In the Philippines, Pacquiao is considered as a national treasure, pambasang kamao, and a hero who lifts up the Pinoy spirit and national pride. In return, he is well respected and idolized. When he fights, everyone stops to watch and support him.

Aside from that, his achievements were properly properly recognized by the the government of Gloria. Two of the highest honors were conferred to him; the Order of Lakandula and Order of Sikatuna with rank of a Datu.

Having mentioned few of what Pacquiao means to Filipinos everywhere, I have few crazy questions running in my mind right now.

Here is a great Pinoy whose integrity and honor is being maligned, destroyed and being called as cheater:

How come fellow Pinoy citizens, netizens, bloggers and what have you are not burning the blogosphere or the net when in truth, it is not only Pacquiao’s name that is being maligned but also the whole Filipino community? Have we lost that passion to defend our so-called national pride in the same manner that we directed collective anger to that columnist cheap Tzip of H.K., the producers and actress of one U.S. TV show, and those others who have insulted us being a Pinoy?

How come the government and the politicians of our land are so quiet as well? For Gloria, the so-called President of the Philippines who conferred two of the highest honors to Pacquiao, why are you not doing anything to protect or at least help a Datu whose honor is at stake? You’re so proud of him. You even asked Pinoys to emulate him because he is our national treasure and pride!

Why?

Are we really on something? Is it right for me to suspect that Pinoys are on “a roids” right now?

Or as my dear friend asked, are Pinoys forever on “roids” … so as not to care? wtf!!!

Tell me!

From where I am at right now, taos puso po akong bumabati ng isang Maligayang Pasko sa inyong lahat.

Merry Christmas

May God Bless you all always.

Para sa inyo:

May today there be PEACE within.

May you trust your highest power that you are exactly where you are meant to be.

May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith.

May you use those gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you.

May you be content knowing you are a child of God.

Let this presence settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, and bask in the sun. It is there for each and every one of you.

Maraming Salamat.

I received this e-mail today at 3:47 a.m., approximately 15 hours ago right now. And mind you, this e-mail made my day somehow even if this one appears to be a spam [and me, stupid]. ha ha ha ha

Hi,

How are you? I hope you are fine,  I am Miss Joyce. I came across your profile today browsing on this site (multiply.com ).  it seems like some thing touched me, I  started having some feeling in me which i have never experience in my life before,  so i decided to write you.  l will like to know  more about you,  as i will appreciate hearing from you soon so l can send you my pictures for you to know whom l am and more about me.

Age, Color and Distance i believe has got nothing to do with friendship. I believe we can move ahead from here!!

As i wait reading  your mail soon,do have a pleasant day.

Yours,

JOYCE

Another reminder that while we’re asleep, life happened. In this case, I touched something inside Miss Joyce’, whatever that maybe.

To Joyce, phish be with you.

“I am declaring a day of mourning for the victims of the mass murder in Mindanao,” so said Gloria Arroyo.

“I am outraged as everyone is at this crime. It is a travesty of our pledge to uphold the basic humanity of every Filipino,” so sad Gloria Arroyo.

What was it? A pathetic response on on the most gruesome event and barbaric acts.

Since the likes of you assumed power, there is no despicable person or group of persons so long as these guys deliver what you want, what you need, and what you wish to stay in power. Such is your world, transactional and based on patronage.  Such is the culture you nurture, a culture of impunity.

Ask the mothers, the fathers, the kids and the families of those human rights victims under your administration. They would tell you that they have been mourning ever since their sons, daughters and parents disappeared or killed. They will mourn until that day their lives on this earth shall come to an end too.

Ask the million impoverished Filipinos who day by day have to live a life lesser that a rat while you, your cohorts and the likes of you live a life of plenty. They may not care much about Joc-joc Bolante and the likes of him that you keep and protect but for sure, they know, they are half dead.

“Commitment [to] human rights and human dignity shall prevail in the Philippines,” so sad Gloria Arroyo.  TALAGA PO? Really? I heard that many times before. Words, words, words;  they are all words and as always, they are plenty, cheap and meaningless.

Day of mourning today? Millions of Pinoys have been mourning everyday Madam President ever since the likes of you sit there, do shit and talk non-sense.

“Each person has a hidden hero within, you just have to look inside you and search it in your heart, and be the hero to the next one in need.”

“… you are the change that you dream as I am the change that I dream and collectively we are the change that this world needs to be.” – Efren Peñaflorida

Efren Peñaflorida receives the 2009 CNN Hero of the Year 2009 award

You can’t be proud enough! He is not Manny Pacquiao. He is Efren Peñaflorida. He may not be the King of the ring like Manny Pacquiao but he fights with a heart, determination, grit, dignity and love for his Kababayan.

Manny may have fought for the country, as he claimed but that’s too far to compare to what Efren did. While Manny fights for big money and fame, Efren fights the most devastating of foes, IGNORANCE.

Manny inspires Pinoy while accomplishing his task of fighting inside the ring where material benefits go to his pocket win or lose, Efren on the other hand, not only inspire,  he educates young people, pulls and raise them up from the morass.  He helps them to be a better Pinoy with no material benefits in return.

Efren Penaflorida INSPIRES people not to be famous and rich instead he gives our poor kababayans the CHANCE, the HOPE and the LIGHT to help them get  out of darkness called  Ignorance. He EMPOWERS them. In the process, they regained the DIGNITY that have been put aside or lost due to abject poverty.

Manny Pacquiao’s legacy may last forever and  boxing history books will be full of it but,  Efren Penaflorida’s legacy is written on the hearts and minds of those poor Pinoy kids he helped.

And heaven knows which legacy is far more important and worthy of great praises.

Mabuhay ka Efren. You are truly and definitely Pinoy!

Read CNN’s full story here and visit Efren Peñaflorida’s Dynamic Teen Company.

As the Pacquiao vs Cotto fight night draws near, boxing fans here are all excited. Everyone is anticipating a very explosive fight, and most Pinoys I know, especially the men, are predicting a spectacular knockout by our very own Manny Pacquiao. On the other hand, some of the wives of these men are worried and some are getting anxious as to whether Manny will get past Cotto without being hurt.

The rate at which this fight is being covered and discussed over media and the net with all sorts of entries coming out everyday, be it an analysis and predictions – stupid, logical or whatever, hate, praise or in-between, all the more add to the suspense or interest on the billed ‘Firepower” fight. (Of course, it is very obvious that Pac-Man is THE MAN that draws the most attention.)

The other day, during our lunch, that is typically quiet and short, suddenly became noisy and long when someone tossed the question, “Pac-man Pacquaio or Cotto?“

I was surprised to know that even before these two boxers agreed to fight, most of the people around during our lunch had the winner in their heads already. What’s amazing about this is that their views and how they break the fight are far more believable than most writers or bloggers out there.

Here are some of the predictions (without the in-depth explanations to shorten this post) from my office-mates during that lunch:

• Filipino 1: Pacquiao at 3, KO’s Cotto.
• Filipino 2: Pacquiao at 6, KO’s Cotto.
• Filipino 3: Pacquiao at 9, KO’s Cotto.
• Filipino 4: Pacquiao by decision
• Foreigner 1: Pacquiao knocks out Cotto, any rounds. Could happen fast.
• Foreigner 2: Hard to say, either way, a brutal fight.
• Foreigner 3: Cotto by decision

When almost everyone had given his predictions, there was a quiet guy in the corner who said, “Manny will lose, big time!”

“WHAT?” was the loud chorus line heard from the surprised group of Pinoys and Foreigner Pacman fans.

One foreigner Pac-man fan shot back, “Are you a Filipino? Don’t you believe in your Kabayan? Explain?“

Calmly, that quiet Pinoy in the corner replied, “Damn, that was easy man. Did you not see the  HBO’s 24/7 Pacquaio-Cotto? It was very clear in there that Manny is a loser. The video did not lie. I saw it with my two small eyes. Roach, yes, Roach had enough of him at Baguio training camp (@28:34 mark of the video). Besides, from the start, Manny is a loser and as you can see, Manny has been spending a huge amount of money just to let people know that he is Manny but nobody bites it and instead people are getting mad at him. I am telling you right now, I am very sure that on that day, Manny will lose big time! Manny will be knocked out and that will be it for him. He might even catch eraptospitosis before the actual fight!”

“What are you talking about? Manny is a winner. He has a killer instinct. He is a great fighter. He is famous and he is considered as a hero in your country who unites you;  everything stops when he fights. You are talking shit man,” one guy yelled.

“Ay naku, di pala kayo nakakintindi. In that 24/7 video, there were two moneyed Mannys. Manny the boxer and Manny the trapo. Therefore, what I am telling you right now is that, Manny, the Trapo will lose big time. Manny the Boxer will win big time. Don’t’ you get it?” said the no-longer-quiet guy in the corner.

And that ended the discussion and of course, our lunch.

You,  do you think Manny will win or lose big time?

This is the story of the Goddess in Heaven and the Devil/Evil One.

Before the Bird Flu Break-out:

The Goddess in Heaven who was creating a wonderful world free of bird flu virus,of peace and love when She noticed the Devil/Evil One rubbing hands gleefully together. She asked, “Why are you doing that?,” and the answer was,  “I am already done playing with my bird.”

“What do you mean done playing with your bird?,” the Goddess in Heaven inquired.

“You are so amazingly beautiful. What i am saying is, I am doing what i am supposed to do. I am already planning how I will ORGANIZE it.”

The Devil/Evil One then disappeared.

Before the Swine Flu Break-out:

The Goddess in Heaven who was creating a wonderful world of peace and love, and free of Swine flu virus when she noticed the Devil/Evil One rubbing hands gleefully together. She asked,  “Why are you doing that?,”  and the answer was,  “I am already done playing with my bird and I am already planning how I will ORGANIZE it.”

“And what was that sticky thing in your hand?”, the Goddess in Heaven asked.

“Ah this one,” the Devil/Evil One a bit surprised, “this is hand sanitizer… Yes, hand sanitizer.”

“Sanitizer, what hand sanitizer? You bastard!!!’

“Did I not tell you many times that You are so amazingly beautiful, and besides, I am What I am. The Devil/Evil One!” then disappeared.

Happy Halloween everyone.

“We know this is going to come but we never expected it to happen this  fast and so soon,” my activist friend wrote me.

And that exactly what it was few weeks ago and it is still what it is right now in Cordillera and parts of Northern Luzon in the Philippines.

In what was previously confined in every environmentalists, activists and experts’ imagination and graphical presentations, the picture perfect scenarios of the things that are forthcoming, happened exactly the way they are presented, GRIM!

Typhoons Ondoy and Pepeng efficiently delivered the GRIM message that caught everyone by surprise, right where it mattered the most, inside the houses and communities of many Pinoys.

GRIM is for helplessness, pains, hardships, agonies, tragedies, destruction and deaths. GRIM is a word to describe the effects of Climate Change which, Mother Nature wants us all to know and understand.

GRIM is a word that tells us that Climate Change is not just a buzzword or something that is written on air, on top of the  flowing waters of the Pacific Ocean and China Sea or a smoke that will disappear but rather a reality.  It is a looming catastrophe that we created and whether we like it or not, it will destroy us all. Perhaps not today or not tomorrow but surely it will, anytime.

And just like what my friend wrote me, “We know this is going to come but we never expected it to happen this fast and so soon,”

* * * * *

In my country at this very moment as I write this:  While the blame game continues, while politicking thrives, while many of those affected Filipinos are still struggling and trying to make sense out of the desperate situation they are into and, while you are scratching your head figuring out what i am saying here, you, who were spared but who have seen a lot of these devastation through the different media outlets, cell phones and internet; you, the one who is reading this, I want to ask you the same few simple questions that my activist friend asked me a couple of years ago.

Honestly, what have you done to Mother Nature lately?
Did you Help PRESERVE or did you Help DESTROY it.

You may or may not answer me by writing your comment here but just the same, thank you so much for your time. And before you go away, I am sharing with you this interesting and beautiful video. I am afraid that one day (perhaps sooner or later), everything that you will see here (including this video) might be gone forever. So, please watch carefully and remember everything.

Enjoy watching.

I do not want to tell you what you must do because I am not an expert on Climate Change but I know THAT you know what will happen.

This is my post for the Blog Action Day 2009: Climate Change that is happening today.

Blog Action Day is an annual event that unites the world’s bloggers in posting about the same issue on the same day on their own blogs with the aim of sparking discussion around an issue of global importance. Blog Action Day 2009 will be the largest-ever social change event on the web. One day. One issue. Thousands of voices.

Climate change affects us all and it threatens more than the environment. It threatens to cause famine, flooding, war, and millions of refugees.

Given the urgency of the issue of climate change and the upcoming international climate negotiations in Copenhagen this December, we think the blogosphere has the unique opportunity to mobilize millions of people around expressing support for finding a sustainable solution to the climate crisis.

Something to think about.

It’s not the objects you keep that stagnates your life but rather the attitude of keeping…

Thank you for your time.

Sometimes.

What about you?

Leisure by W. H. Davies

WHAT is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?

No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows:

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:

No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

Ang sabi ng mga ka tropa ko ng mga tambay, tricycle driver, seaman, bankero, abogado, doctor at pati lamok:

Habang lumalalim ang gabi, lalong sumasarap ang inuman at pulutan.

Well, it really is true, figuratively and literally.

Literally in the sense that the longer you stay and drink, the level of alcohol goes higher. (malabo ba?)

Figuratively,  when one or two of your senses become numb dahil laseeng o lango ka na, even if the liquor and the pulutan are the worst kinds (kahit rubbing alcohol o bulok na daing), you ’still think’ that the alak is the best and the pulutan tastes great,  at lalong sumasarap. (Pag minsan nga, pati poste, nagiging babaeng seksi. di ba kulas? ha ha ha)

And the longer the drinking session becomes, the more it turns out to be fun, loud and noisy, and  more neighbors are being pissed off especially the wives and their pet dogs. Consider yourself lucky if they just ignore you, perhaps your neigboooors accepted you as crazy. But,  on some other times, kapag pumasok na sa kanilang nerves ang iyong kalokohan,  do not be surprised if you have an uninvited guest, Mr. Pulis Patola,  knocking at your door or calling you in front of your gate.

Such is the case for drunk neighboooors and their guests. Such is also the case for “the Glooooria and her gang.’

The only difference is that when Mr. Pulis Patola finds out that  ”the Glooooria and her gang”  are the ones having fun, he would usually join them and later, pag laseeng na rin sya, hina-harrass na ang neigboooorhood na nag re reklamo.

Literally and figuratively speaking!

Ang sabi ni Kulas:

Ang paghihirap at pagtitiis ay meron hangganan
Ang poot at galit ay umaabot din sa sukdulan
Katulad nang mga bagay sa mundong ibabaw
Sa kalaunan ay kumukupas at tuluyang nagwawakas
Pero iisa lang ang walang katapusan,
Ito ay ang pag-big o pagmamahal na tunay.

At bakit naman bigla ka na lang naging makata Kulas?

Wala lang, sa next month kasi enrollment na naman.

Kaya pare ko,  baka may ekstrang datung ka dyan,   sa halip na matalo ka sa merkado o kalakalan,  pagmamahal mo sa kaibigan na  nangangailangan  ay iparamdam,  dalawang libong doyares lamang,  ako ay pautangin mo naman.

AYOS, ang pagmamahal nga naman.

Say this to all Pinoys from Gloria, the woman who never gives up.

Hearing that some Pinoys are marching towards Manila for a rally against her SONA on Monday (July 27,2009), Gloria is ready to rush in where some of her Tuta fear might turn to something out of control and out of the expected results from the scenarios that they have been looking at for the past months or years.

“What do these people want?” Gloria asked on Friday. “They can have everything, the Palace, my position as president. It has been stinky shit ever since I had to act and say sorry for something vague right after they exposed my call with that guy named Garci in 2004.”

“Do they think I had a good ride all the way? Damn, I have to put up with all the insults and the distrusts for almost nine years now. I am human too. I need to be loved and accepted just like anybody else. Thanks heaven or hell, there are a handful who are willing to be around for a piece of crumbs, for power, fame and whatever personal interests you can think of.”

“So, can you blame me totally for what happened to this country during my administration? No way people! Blame those people who are willing to sell their souls! Blame those groups and businesses and businessmen (warlords, gambling lords, drug lords) who want to gain control and make money.”

“Blame those Senators, Congressmen, those highly educated but stupid technocrats, police and military men. They all loved to cheer me up and they willingly do whatever I told them to do for small amount of money, power and fame. They are all great great grandchildren of Judas, the one who sold Jesus for 30 pieces of silver. And you know what, I admire them.  They are highly evolved, emotionally and psychologically. They are too thick and they do not want to hang themselves after receiving the money for the job well done. That is betraying you.”

“True to their nature, when they do not get that favor they want, they turned their backs on me and suddenly they act like saints and they call themselves Opposition.  Damn it!  this place is really full of them. It really is hot in here. And, that was the reason why I had to travel often, gets nyo?”

“But I tell you what. For the first time, I will be honest and I will not lie. Do you know who I put my blame on for what happened to this country, to my family and to me?”

“I say,  it is all your fault Pinoys! I will say it again, YOU! Filipinos, BLAME yourselves! Not Me!”

“And why it should be you and should not be me?

“Because you allowed these Judases, you allowed me and you let us do everything. Did I hear violent reactions from you for all the worst things I did? Never! All I heard was just a yawn and nothing else. Who were there with you yawning? The guys who helped me then but later turned their backs on me when they could not get want they wanted.”

“You saw it coming and yet  you did nothing! That’s how it was and how it is going to be even after me.”

SO, please, do not blame me.  BLAME YOURSELVES. IT IS NOT MY FAULT. IT IS NOT MY LOSS, IT IS ALL YOURS.”

“Do you think I did it alone? Damn, you were all wrong!  We did it!  And you damaged me at the end!”

“Philippines, welcome to the gates of hell. you ain’t seen nothing yet. Promise.”

Gloria’s comments came to me yesterday at night.

In a dream.

And I was born at night.

But not yesterday and definitely not last night.

Last Monday in New York, Bernard Madoff, the 71 year old breathing devil, the architect of the longest, the largest and most massive financial fraud in history was sentenced to 150 years in prison, the maximum term for his “extraordinarily evil” crimes.

Mr. Madoff, who by way of Ponzi scheme bilked investors worldwide out as much as $65 billion, said, “My error was much more serious. I made an error of judgment.” (Hello Garci, it brings back bad memories. I am Sorry for reminding you.)

Too bad for Mr. Madoff, he is not a Filipino financier doing business in the Philippines. If he was, he could have pleaded ‘Not Guilty’ and he could lie to the teeth.  His case would have lasted his lifetime, unresolved. He could live his lavish life without interruptions and he could even become a Congressman, a Senator or a government appointed official.

Too bad for Mr. Madoff, his sons are not Filipinos whose names are Romulo Neri and Joc joc Bolante. If they are, even if they know or even if their father Madoff confessed to them doing a sham or scam,  they won’t report their father Madoff’s illegal activities to authorities, instead they would just kept quiet, all for the sake of the family. Moreover, if ever they would say something, it is only about how innocent their father is, how good  man he is or perhaps claim that he is  a saint giving fatherly and unconditional love to them and to other people.

Too bad for Mr. Madoff, Gloria is not his President. If Gloria is, he could hope and expect  to receive an executive clemency sooner or later just like Erap the plunderer, Romeo Jalosjos the rapist, and those other murderer and criminal recipients of  Gloria’s kindness (to animals).

Too bad for us, Mr. Madoff did not include Jose Pidal and Jose Velarde in the people he scammed. If he did, the real guys behind those aliases would have died of cardiac arrest or perhaps Nababaliw or Baliw na at gusto ng mag-suicide. (If only these two were  included, Mr. Madoff’s scam could have exposed them and provided paper trail  for all Pinoys to see.)

Too bad, we are Filipinos. If we are citizens of a country that has a correct sense of what is right and what is wrong and where justice system works for all, we could have exacted a swift justice from powerful people and groups of abusive and corrupt people who have committed grievous crimes against us.

Too bad, we are Filipinos. Many government officials, politicians, private individuals and businessmen have defrauded and still bilking us big time, and yet, they are still free, having a good life, ruling us and keeping us in perpetual misery.

Too Bad for Madoff, he is not a Filipino. To bad for  most of us Pinoys, we all have to live everyday  and perhaps die in the hands of Filipinos who are like or worst than Madoff.

If you are not yet tired of following the news in Philippines, you are most likely reading a lot about Con Ass and the political ambitions of the so-called “Pinoy Politicos” in the coming May 2010 elections.

Which, if you are not one of the cohorts and or not within the circle of friends of these so-called “Pinoy Politicos” and if your frame of mind is in order, you are mostly likely to shout, “What the fuck is going on in our country?!”

And why not coconut?

Out of the million Filipinos, only few persons or families have somehow managed to be elected on and on and on. The sad thing is that many good ones are never recognized, most often than not, they were just given a very small chance and then, they just fade away in thin air. And so, choosing between the most evil and the lesser evil to “pwede na” has become the norm for the majority of Pinoys. For some I guess, this is  rather painful but a necessary action; they just have to get on with it. (WTF).

And as the 2010 elections come closer, two fucking (great) familiar Pinoys, the hybrids of the older generation trapos and two among the  many worst political figures that our crazy democracy has ever produced, are intending or are rumored to run for public office, again. Think of it as “reinventing themselves”.

GMA: RUMORED TO BE RUNNING FOR CONGRESS AND MANY MORE:

She is the president of this country for nine years. For her, the strings of controversy and scandal that came up during her rule are not enough because she considers them as nothing but just political trickery of those who opposes her which she consistently denied with the usual answer,  ”show me the poop” (transparency? what kind of animal is that?  forget it!). While many think she is guilty and does not deserve a second in that office, she is lucky enough to hold on there until today.

Having that luck and presumably the thought that fate and some kind of divine intervention brought her there for a purpose, she got the feeling that she must remain there forever at all cost and no matter what. She, without a doubt, still believes that she can still do much (damage I guess) for this crazy country. Her bloated ego belies her small size; it goes beyond the nerve of most people I know in the country they so-called Philippines.

Although the general rule as of now is to stay mum about her plans, the loud noise coming from the p-sycophants who benefited the most from her are loud and clear, “Let’s Gloria on till Congress comes!”

ERAP: NOT CONFIRMING YET BUT HIS ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER THAN HIS JOKES:

After many years of not making a movie, he believes that the May 2010 election is a very good opportunity to re-launch his stalled career as an actor. He finds the role of a president of this crazy country best suited for him as he once portrayed this role before, until the so-called People Power 2 sometime in 2001 terminated his promising career and landed him in number 10 together with Marcos (number 2) on the sphere of the other famous people.

And why not coconut?

He, as he claimed, has an undying love for the masa. He is a tough nut with cracks in the head. When he speaks, most pinoys start cracking their heads too. He, after leaving Malacanang and years of living outside of it and, years without functioning as one, still claims that he is the president of this crazy republic. As everyone knows, he was kicked-out by another nut who convicted him of plunder but later made him an ex-convict because she, the nut who took his place pardoned him.

Supported by another set of p-sycophants, he is now ready to shoot and his eyes are set for another crack in the presidency.

With loud voices, his supporters say, “Weather Weather lang yan, Erap, Erap, here we go again!”

The possibility of these two NUTS being elected, she-nut in the lower house and he-nut in the highest office, is not remote for the simple reason that majority of the Pinoys who will support and who will vote for them are the same people who have been fooled once and who are still willing to be fooled again and many times over. I guess they love history so much. They want it to repeat itself, ASAP.

Thus, this early, I am saying to myself, gods must be really crazy.

But perhaps, the gods are not really crazy. Perhaps, it is only the majority of Pinoys who are damn stupid despite having the free will, the capacity to think and to vote. Perhaps, the gods are no longer  interested in us;  majority of Pinoys forget them, they shifted their affections to their candidates.  Perhaps, the  gods are not watching us anymore;   prior to, during and after elections, the Philippines is transformed into a country of the dumb, the dammed, and the doomed, and the majority of Pinoys simply love elections to the max.

At the end, I just hope that gods will not give up on us. I hope that the gods will not say, ‘What the Fuck! Bring Marcos back to life!’

Damn, mahirap bang intindihin ito!

So, you and me   know that Boracay is a tropical island located in the province of Aklan. Yes, we are absolutely correct about this.  However, it is interesting to know that aside from the real Boracay and the Boracay Mansion of Erap, there is another one in Cavite.

Believe me! There is indeed a place called Boracay located in Cavite. It is  just few minutes away from Island Cove.

If you think I am just kidding you, please ask the local residents, the people who regularly pass this place and the people residing nearby. they will tell you, that as far as they are concerned, this place is Boracay or Bora, take it or leave it.

They called this place Boracay or Bora.

At the back of this place, there is an ongoing road reclamation project under the R-1 Expressway Extension Project. This will connect the Manila-Cavite Coastal Road to Kawit town in Cavite and will continue inland up to Noveleta town.

There are one thousand families that will be uprooted from this place because of this project according to  Inquirer.net .

As we drove past this place called Boracay, I had a clear view of the site. I was amazed! This R-1 Expressway Extension Project covered a great portion of the Manila Bay, Cavite side. I am not good at describing things but all I can say is that this project is not only wide but very huge as well. 

My daughter, who was taking pictures of the place, asked me a very interesting question that made me thinking up to this very moment.

“Where do you think they got all these volumes or amounts (??) of soil and rocks to cover that portion of the sea? If those were taken from mountains, how many mountains have they flattened out, destroyed and erased from the face of the [Google] earth to build this road?”

Though it is easy for me to find a cynical answer as to what would happen to the people living in this place called Boracay, I still could not figure out where did they really get those huge volumes of soil and rocks?

As I wonder and wondered as to when I will wonder about this,  my small brain is now on with yet another question – development or destruction, which one is it?

Please, help me stop my small brain.

Yes, my blog is still alive and so am I. It has been a long while since I stopped blogging for reason or reasons that I do not know.

My friend who regularly asked me why I am not posting anything here anymore said to me, “remember that songs of Neil Young, my my, hey hey and hey hey, my my in rust never sleeps, it really is true my friend.” I just do not know what’s the connection and what he meant.

Nevertheless I am very thankful to everyone who regularly visits this blog. I would not mention all your names. I am sure you know that I know who you are.

I am thankful as well that you, my friends are still blogging and mind you, your great posts have kept me connected to the blogging world these past few months of inactivity. IF not for your posts, I would totally, absolutely forget everything about this thing called love (ha ano kamo??), no, I mean blog.

So before you tell me to “STOP” kidding us, let me just say once again, Thank you so much!

Have a great day ahead folks.

by Hughes Mearns

As I was going up the stair
I saw a man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
Oh, how I wish he’d go away…

When I came home last night at three
The man was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall
I couldn’t see him there at all!
Go away, go away, don’t you come back any more!
Go away, go away, and please don’t slam the door… (slam!)

Last night I saw upon the stair
A little man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
Oh, how I wish he’d go away

Pearl Jam – Eddie Vedder

Maligayang Pasko sa inyong lahat!

Para sa inyong lahat:

May today there be PEACE within.

May you trust your highest power that you are exactly where you are meant to be.

May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith.

May you use those gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you.

May you be content knowing you are a child of God.

Let this presence settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, and bask in the sun. It is there for each and every one of you.

Maraming Salamat.