Let us be Friends

I have never unfriended anyone here in Facebook, not even one. The small numbers “friends” I have here, whatever that means. I know some people who have unfriended me and that’s understandable. I can’t blame them. I follow Mocha Uson and Duterte groups freely, Pro Marcos susbcriber also. I try to understand as much as my little brain can, so here’s my simple take on the upcoming 2022 election.

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The Duterte and Pro Marcos supporters should now realize that they have been fed propaganda after propaganda for years to come to hate the term “Dilawan ” and the false construct and meaning surrounding the word and the people associated with it. That the 1986 people power and the Aquinos are not at fault for our “situation” now but the 20 years of Marcos dictatorship rule when and where the very system of corruption, cronyism and injustice permeating across our government offices today may have been inculcated and perfected by habit and replication. And while the truth is that the EDSA revolution was only to stop the bleeding from the ills the Marcoses have caused and that it was only a relief.

There was no promise of paradise after 1986, there was only solace. You don’t expect a relatively young democracy like the Philippines, which was stunted by Guinness book world record breaking atrocities, to wake up the next day from a burnt destroyed house and expect a brand new sofa waiting for you to drown in happiness.

If you love some positivity, here’s some positivity. Let’s be friends. Let’s be friends and say we’re fine and that we have this democracy to enjoy. This young democracy that suffers from growing pains and experiences that leave us with new lessons on every turn. We have learned that corruption is prevalent and corruption is one of our greatest ordeals. We have learned to beware of lip service and of promises thrown around campaign periods and that many of them will remain without the appropriate deed. That there are red flags to look out for.

That sometimes a politician will sell himself as one with the people by perhaps posing to being a traffice enforcer. Take not that both you and this politician (Mar Roxas) are aware that it’s only pretend. The more subtle kind comes when only the politician alone is aware that he’s swindling you by making you believe that his dilapidated shoe was not deliberate (Rodrigo Duterte).

Small steps, but honest ones. Let’s stop demonizing integrity and decency. We cannot continue to undermine idealism and honesty. Is having an upright moral compass really a weakness? I’d rather see gradual progress than botched attempts of change, these instant gratifying hail mary passes that always inevitably towards autocracy.

Our nation’s timeline to greatness should not follow yours, nor mine, that’s for sure. It may take 50 years or even a hundred years for this brand of Pinoy democracy to develop into the first world nation we dream of (if such classifacations still holds water), and we can suck it up and just say that we tried while we were still alive.

We do not need to put our country at risk of falling behind everytime we feel the need for instant “radical change,” whatever and however you plan to do that.

You can rationalize with all the “Duterte is only a catalyst” for change, and BBM is a class act. But I think it’s all air, baseless and unfounded. Zero facts to prove it. An overhaul would be ideal, but if we sacrifice basic moral values and freedoms for such an attempt, it’s more likely that we’d only push our nation back even further every single time. We’ve already seen it with Duterte. Debatable for sure, but still -more likely a yes. “Power tends to corrupt; absolute power corrupts absolutely.” So be wary.

Progress has been derailed for decades by the Marcoses, but we are not totally hopeless. But many are cynical. If you are well off and feel that you belong to those who can make actual change, try civic engagement instead. Apathy and silence are signs of callousness. Bahala na kayo, okay lang ako, then be willing to later be complicits in electing another Duterte. Whatever worked for you in your successes , may have worked because it was you, but not with a presidency.

We have social media to blame for the propaganda and lies that we have yet to learn to discern and pick out (Is it fake, is it true) as a people, but it’s also our new avenue for civic engagement. To call out the corrupt and the wrongs committed by our dear public officials. That’s civic responsibility, and I know in the future it will be second in nature for Filipinos. It should be an automatic response, not something to dabble upon. We can never have enough of it. A corrupt system pestered by thieves definitely needs some calling out from the citizens, doesn’t it? It could use a lot of it, non stop, for decades.

Our governments are not yet run by drug cartels, at least not yet, and we have a more or less working justice system with police and military ready to defend and protect, with thousands of people trying really hard to work under the guidance of the constitution. There are criminal activities but there’s no anarchy.

If you believe we’re a hopeless country that’s fine. But then if we are indeed hopeless, then why should we reach out to the corrupt, the murderers and the unqualified? We cannot double down on our Duterte mistake. A president Duterte or a president Marcos next year will be a double whammy. A Duterte will continue the same cronyism and keep the power hungry Davao group hounding, while a Marcos will have revisionism as our top national priority, plus his own Gadon standard cronies, and that’s all of it. Winning the presidency was and is his only goal, all the unity talks is vapid sloganeering.

Why should we throw all progress, no matter how small, into the drainage, if we really cared? Like the jailing of top senators during Pnoy’s time because they were corrupt? It didn’t solve the whole problem, but it was a step forward. Why can’t we take a second look at that video or post that looked like propaganda? If it looks or sounds like one, it is, and they’re distorting the truth for you.

Small honest steps my friend. We don’t need any of your ultra draconian brilliant plan for a GREATER NEW PHILIPPINES, because most likley than not, it’s empty and a dud.

If this doesn’t make any sense, sorry na. Tao lang. Yes we can be friends, but can we vote wisely? And with that I mean don’t vote for a definite trapo like BBM or a Sara Duterte. The former with the zero track record except for his incessant denial of his father’s sins, his lies and most likely use of inherited stolen wealth to feed his propaganda machine, and the former as the continuation of this corrupt, vindictive and failed administration.

24 season 3

astig talaga tong series na to ewan ko ba. kaka addict. tapos may kahawig ka pa na ka pangalan na druglord na astig eh astig talaga. hehe astig! i recommend talaga panoorin to, sulit na sulit every scene pinag paguran siguro talaga.

hehe la lang para malibang naman kahit konti at di na puro problema na lang ang iniisip kesyo sa bansa o sa bahay o kung san pa.

RA Russian Roulette


With all of what’s happening in this country. With all the uncertainties, obcsurities, unanswered questions, conspiracies, lies etc.

I move to ammend a provision that mandates all public officials and military personnels to play at least(though of course they can play everyday if they want)
One round of Russian Roulette a week.
(that would replace corruption as their favorite pastime)

Serioso ako. The nation will very much benefit from this provision.

LET”S GET IT ON!

Need a light?

yesterday i came upon an awkward situation and somehow it was frustrating.

i was in d front seat of the jeepney on my way home. on my hand is a cigarette. yes i was smoking. that’s why i take the front seat as much as possbile and always make sure to puff my smokes away from anyone of course.

i think i’ve always managed to get away with my bad habit of smoking in public places and i’ve never met anyone who objected or reprimanded me for my actions, well that is nobody told me face to face that they mind my smoking.

try this, smokers have the right to smoke as much as the non-smokers have the right to protect themselves from the passed-on smoke by covering their faces or by wearing gas masks. 🙂

but i guess there’;s always a first time for everything. yesterday, this middle aged lady sitting beside me on the front seat all of a sudden poked me quite provokingly on my shoulders i guess to show how annoyed she was, and said she’s going to transfer at the back of the jeepney and her reason then she expressed by making that smoking gesture with her fingers.

half-minding the situation coz my mind is wandering elsewhere, i let her pass, and realized what has just happened only after a while. mahina ang server eh.

the driver looked at me reproachfully as if i’m accused of rape or something and continued driving. and for me, i smoked away.hehe i felt slightly embarassed and guilty but annoyed as well for i think the problem could have been avoided easily, the problem was her inability to just say what she wanted or didn;’t want. “excuse me, puede wag ka mayg yosi, maskit sa ilong eh.” anyone would have thrown their cigarette if only you tell them to and SAY that you mind.

AND FOR OUR INFORMATION

According to RA 9211 or the Tobacco Regulation Act, which i bet 10 out of a million filipinos know about, the law prohibits smoking in most public places:

-Airports, ship terminals and docks, train and bus stations
-Elevators and stairwells
-Public or private hospital buildings and premises
-Restaurants and conference halls, except where there is a designated smoking area
-Venues where food or beverage is prepared or manufactured
-Locations with fire hazards such as gas stations and storage areas for combustible materials
-Nursing homes, laboratories, dispensaries and clinics
-Even cigarette vending machines have been outlawed.

and eto pa.

Among the most frequently violated of the IRR’s salient provisions is the sanction on the advertisement or sale of cigarettes and other tobacco products within 100 meters of playgrounds, schools, recreational centers and other youth facilities.

Outside of this perimeter, sellers should still make sure youthful-looking buyers are above 18 years old, by demanding to see identification cards. It follows that minors are therefore not allowed to sell tobacco products. Those who do will be arrested or fined, along with those who buy from them.

courtesy of INQ7.net______________________

OK FINE. SUKO NA KO! posasan niyo na ko! 🙂

R.I.P

nakakalumo. you are at a party enjoying your food while you chat with your friends or at school as you listen to the teacher while you think of the games you and your friends are going to play after class. how does it feel to be buried alive? i do not want to know and i cannot imagine. thousands of people were buried alive, an entire barangay wiped off the map. again.

i thought the day couldn’t possibly go worse after learning about what happened in leyte. but here comes the mayor of the damned barangay itself in an interview speaking like she had just been asked of her opinion on the mark and jeneline love team, giggling and letting out little laughs out of her difficulties in speaking in tagalog. her feeling fortunate of still being alive probably lurked at the back of her mind more than her own people’s deaths, nevertheless if only i could kick her shameless calloused ass i would and bury her alive as well.

but somehow her actions did not surprise me at all for i have seen this scene many times in tv like that saturday morning which greeted me with people flinging up their hands to the camera at the sight of corpses piled just beside them.

I loath the idea that someday our concept of grief of a mass massacre in the evening news is in the same level as to how we bawl over the death of the protagonist in the telenovela that follows right after. i do not know if i’m making any valid point but it seems this country has been stripped of her capacity to feel and has shrinked down into a state of bluntness and apathy. i might be wrong but this is how i see it.

perhaps we are on the brink of cultural breakdown where the rich have become indifferent, the poorest of the poor have become depersonalized and the middle class who are busy, desperately trying to claw up out of the prowling poverty have become more apathetic. the rich has become indifferent and the more it becomes apparent to them the hopelessness of their own land, the more they move away far from their own society and so they find refuge by simply washing their hands and stripping themselves off the what ever “Filipino” they posses. the poor has become depersonalized and have become infallibly immune to their situation and has lost any hope of making their situation better so to simply care or think seemed to be of no use to them. the middle class lies between the two, some indifferent and some hopeless but everyone’s apathetic to everyone else.

it seems that the line between the evening news and the fantaserye that follows it has become thinner and thinner to the point that there are areas in which they already overlap.

about the tragedy it irritates me to hear people trying to sound helpful and useful by talking about how to prevent this sort of tragedy to happen again. listening to them is exhausting enough, they do not know how pathetic it is. this has happened before in ormoc. the stampede has happened before. are there still undiscovered form of catashrope aside from global warming? where have all our scientists or geologists gone hiding? it was said that they knew the rainfall the last few weeks in leyte has doubled or even tripled, yet no one was true enough to his or her profession at least, that he or she could have made a scientific observation and eventually a credible scientific prediction.

ganito na ba ka backward and dehado ang larangan nang siensya (science) dito sa pinas? o talaga lang nag si alisan na ang lahat at wala nang natirang matino o matalino sa PAG-ASA. wala na bang PAG-ASAng umusad ang PAG-ASA? mukha nga.

this morning i came upon a cover story of a 2001 issue of newsweek , the 10 worst countries in the world. stated here are 3 main underlying causes similar between these coutnries which are political instability, business or economic corruption and civilian irresponsibility. (i forgot the exact words) if that does not ring any bell then i don’t know what can. it wouldn’t come as a surprise if the world would think that this country is trying her very hard to making it on the list.

may the victims of leyte tragedy REST IN PEACE. and so is this country (soon)

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it wasn’t a good idea

it had to dwell in the nonsense. there was nothing else to it. how time has been keeping us was pointless. it revolved around the unimportant. it had to and it did last night. it was more of in us than to us, for it could have ended in any way and in any time and it wouldn’t matter, would it?

it was a game of chess unending and the only thing left to do is try and play. whether it was the piecing of the puzzle that mattered or the vague knowledge of two people sitting on wooden stools that faced the other. it drove us past where we last stood and picked up somewhere we do not know. your insatiable passion for fending the only means to make some truth did not bother me. it was expected of you and perhaps it was necessary.

whether the letters created pictures in our heads or made sense the way they usually do. and whetehr it was blank, full or half empty, it served me the same. see the truth about it is that there’s no truth that can come to it. it occured to me again that we had spoken more in ourselves rathewr than to each other.

to others i pick up from where we have ended, but to you i pick up from somewhere maybe you only know. it was tommorow and it was last night. what we say of each other wouldn’t matter for they will be forgotten. the mights and what would have become of us wouldn’t matter because we’re tired of thinking about them. there’s happiness to haunt and bind us then.

walang jeep o walang pamasahe

mag aalas siete na nang gabi, nakatayo sa tabi ng kalsada, mauubos ko na lang ang pangawalawang stick eh wala pa ring jeep. nakapagtataka. sa laki ng kalsada eh bakit napili pa nang mamang to na tumabi sakin.

“pre, tiene yo aqui kwintas, ta bende.” sabi niya, (pare, may kwintas ako dito, binebenta). medyo pabulong, sabay pakita ng kwintas na nasa loob nang papel na maliit. mukhang di mapakali. mukhang mga trenta años na, naka puting t-shit, madungis, naka pantalon, tsinelas.

“nuway sen doy.” sabi ko agad. (walang pera doy) [eh wala naman talaga] di ko natitigan ang kwintas, tinignan ko baka may kasama, baka sunggabin ako nito, pero maliit at payat lang siya. at mukhang wala namang karga.

“para pasahe lang para bolbe pagadian.” pabulong na sabi (pang pamasahe lang pa uwing pagadian) patingin tingin kung saan saan, di mapakali, di niya siguro gawain to.

“nuway gayot doy” (wala talaga doy) iniisip ko baka may kasama talaga, pero ang lakas naman nang loob nila sa dami nang tao, tapos ako pa eh mas mukhang gangster ako.

kunwaring di ko siya pinapansin, sabay tango parang nakatingin sa malayo kung may jeep na ba. kung may kasama to, iniisip ko na kung tadyak o sapak o takbo na lang kung sa tingin ko na hindi ko make keri.

pero bigla na lang siyang nawala. di ko na nakita.

napag isip isip ko na baka nga gusto lang tlga niyang umuwi, baka may nag aantay sa kanya sa pagadian, pamilya niya , mga anak na walang makain, at wala na siyang ibang malapitan, walang kakilala, mag isa na lang , pagala gala. o baka maayos siya non, may trabaho, disente, yun nga lang sa hirap nang buhay at na malasan siguro, eh nawalan na, gaya nang napakarami sa atin.

kung hindi ako nagkakamali eh hiya at hirap sa mukha niya ang nakita ko.
eh kung alam ko lang ang totoo at kung may maibibigay ako, bakit hinde.

may pamasahe ako, walang jeep. maraming bus sa terminal, wala namang pamasahe.

“hinde gat alegre queda pobre”