[56] I cried "WOLF! WOLF!" but Red Riding Hood came to the Rescue

[56]
I Cried "WOLF! WOLF!" but only Red Riding Hood Came to the Rescue

I feel terrible. I feel uneasy. I feel unspeakably weird.

I wanna be jovial again.

This confusion prompted me this morning to text people this SMS,
"Everything I see is turning weirder. Wah! Sana bumalik ulit iyong dati."

Shit, I'm feeling sick. I need time to rejuvenate and unwind. I'm actually not having rests in Ilocos. And I don't want to get back to Manila to enroll. God, the pollution and my pamangkins will kill me.


***I'm gonna post some pics of what I did in this non-splendid summer vacation[?!].

Outside the resort yesterday, I took attempts of jumpshots with friends. I wanna jump high!

[55] Tired

[55]

Tired

I'm soooo tired... = s

[54] Oppose!

[54]
Oppose!

Looking back in the latest partial unofficial results, it is obvious that most of them appear from the Genuine Opposition my smile is reaching on both ears! This is a sensitive sign that the Filipino people have not yet forgotten about Gloria’s action of getting the votes ‘well-guarded’ by daft commissioner Garcillano, in which the law reprimands it as a violation. “Hello, Garci?!” (Watch: ‘At all Cost’ a documentary, my groupmates told me.)

Of course, the Team Unity holds a very engaging platform. Unity. Unite and be prosperous! It would seem very unintelligent to protest in the streets often against the government than helping for the economy to thrive── this is what they’re promoting. Naturally, no human would want war instead of peace; no nonviolent Filipino would pick the choice of being congested in the urban traffic because of rallies. Well come on, you guys have a serious gap in your information load and social responsiveness.

Rallies look very barbaric to the elitists; wasting time and money, not to mention abusing the vocal powers, indulging to body malodor and helping in your melanin proliferation. But did you not know that when a certain socio-civic group would want their concerns to be studied and supported by the government, their typewritten complaints are dumped and shelved so effortlessly? To this, the group members gather into a mass and raise their plaque cards yelling at the top of their lungs just for the government to hear their clamors, literally.

I chose many of the GO candidates because they know how to OPPOSE. To oppose is to fight, to resist and to contest of what you know is true. I am not a leftist like what you’re thinking but my philosophies cater to the general public. (When you tell someone you’re from UP, they say that you’re a demonstrator.) But please, you won’t see me in the pedestrian yelling with a plaque card. My time and laziness forbid me.

I have been immersed in a squatters’ area in Sampaloc lately in my NSTP-CWTS and I’ve heard many have not gone to the precincts because they themselves lack hope in their votes and lack trust in the candidates.

For the Team Unity creeps, GO unite yourselves!

P.S. Ralph Recto’s ad saying that the E-Vat has done so many (at least favorable) things in the country is an absolute lie. Puh-leez. Who actually are gaining so much from it? The rich people! Well, it does not reflect in the needy.

Prospero Pichay’s latest ad (God, he has thousands of ads) with a line, “Sama sama nating itanim ang ating tagumpay!” turns my stomach! He’s so self-assured! Though, he has my sympathies. Kawawa naman siya.

It recalls me of my first and last rally back in December '06. The NO TO TOFI campaign.

Here with blockmate Shen.

[53] Election for Reconsideration

[53]
Election for Reconsideration

Election's approaching.
Vote wisely people.
TRANSLATION: Don't vote the epals, TV actors, boxers, feign politicians, blah blah.

*Angel Locsin's endorsing the Kabataan Party List. I'm so part of the youth. Wink.


Eat the pechay. Peace!

[52] Don't Worry, it's just L.S.S.

[52]
Don't Worry, it's just L.S.S.

I am experiencing the Last Song Syndrome with the following as my crooning piece:

ALL OUT OF LOVE (Air Supply Westlife)

I'm lying alone with my head on the phone thinking of you till it hurts. I know you hurt too but what else can we do? Tormented and torn apart. I wish I could carry your smile and my heart for times when my life feels so low! It would make me believe what tomorrow could bring when today doesn't really know, doesn't really know.

I 'm all out of love; I'm so lost without you. I know you were right believing for so long. I 'm all out of love, what am I without you? I can't be too late to say that I was so wrong.

I want you to come back and carry me home away from these long lonely nights. I'm reaching for you, are you feeling it too? Does the feeling seem, oh, so right? And what would you say if I called on you now, and said that I can't hold on? There's no easy way, it gets harder each day! Please love me or I'll be gone, I'll be gone!

I 'm all out of love; I'm so lost without you. I know you were right believing for so long. I 'm all out of love, what am I without you? I can't be too late to say that I was so wrong.

Oh, what are you thinking of? What are you thinking of? Oh, what are you thinking of? What are you thinking of?

[51]

What’s up Dog?


I have contemplated that there is no apparent reason for dogs to exist (uh, coexist with us!) in this planet.

Sure they are loyal, gentle, placid to their masters ONLY. They growl. They chase. They bite ‘strangers’. But upon contextualizing ‘strangers’, we crop up two sorts: the bad often referred to in Tagalog as the “masasamang-loob” , and the good in which people categorized under are the same people who are doomed to death when seeing the sign that reads “BEWARE OF DOGS!”. Yes, I am relatively evil but I’m someone who does not murder, steal, propagate anything that’s against the Ten Commandments, or kidnap people for discounted ransom. So I still belong to the latter category. And I find it inadequate to learn the dogs’ alphabet just to relate my violent remarks to these bushy domesticated (wait, some are askals/asong-kalye) creatures.

Ahead of my dawn here on Earth, a filthy hirsute dog named Suman was our pet already. He was ancient though he was tender to me. He often stayed in the doormat that welcomes our living room at night to sleep. Until one day, he was found breathless and motionless observably he was dead.

Years after, in my early grade school, my mom brought me home a puppy. I named her Jelly because in that same day, my cousin gave me dozens of jelly sticks. This naming at least marked in my history though droll and funny. Eventually, Jelly grew up and like any other wandering dogs in our place, she was impregnated. The sperm donor was not confirmed ‘til now but the dog of our neighbor three houses away was put into primary suspicion. She bore three adorable puppies with different, umm, pigments. The gray one was Jericho; the brown, Jerry; and the pinkish was Jinky. I know the names sound stupid you can guess on the first letter of the mother’s name quick! My dad took with him in Narvacan Jericho and Jerry. Because of school, I have never bothered to take in mind what happened next. Sorry, but all I could remember was Jelly died one day. And as for Jinky? God, my memory is horrifying.

In my grade school, I had time-varying sundos/fetchers. In my 5th grade, my sundo was just our neighbor. One school day, I dressed too early so I went there first instead of them going to our house. As I was opening their gate, their bony brown dog barked so loud. To my shock, I ran fast away from him and of course, he began running after me! For the first time, I used my gathered Speed and Agility I’ve kept all my life.

Dogs are born with fangs; I’m born with masticating teeth only. Can you see the fairness? There was a period in my childhood when I go out with my cousins at days before Christmas Eve to carol in our neighborhood. Don’t look down on us we make more money than those teenagers with guitars and transportations back then. When we sing (or wail) at stingy people’s houses, they send out their dogs to make us leave. Witty.

Gratefully in my High School days, I have not experienced any dog rampage. Little did I know that the time was a disguised preparation for the next upcoming years. College. Everybody knows that I lived in my tita’s house here In Marikina wherein they own a dog named Jordan, much like Suman which was old too. His fur has colors brown to black. Though he was chained, he was fierce in my first months here. As for recently, I can walk in his territory; though there are times when he stands up and I am forced to give him bits of bread just to give way for me.

Also last Sunday, I was to bring back my laundered comforter from the Laundry house in our village. The laundry-lady let me wait inside while she gets my change as I was embracing the sweet-smelling comforter in plastic. After a few minutes, their Dalmatian came out and began to stare at me. I remained motionless for seconds while praying for the laundry-lady to get back fast. Meanwhile, the Dalmatian wiggled his tail and I thought it was a sign of his hospitality. Until suddenly he gave me a woof-woof-woof and charged towards me! I was trembled so I threw the comforter right on him and ran swiftly! The laundry-lady saw me and began to giggle.

Laundry-lady: ‘Wag ka kasing tumakbo. DI yan nangangagat. (giggling still)

Me: Ate, sinugod niya ko bigla. (I’m foolishly giggling at myself too)

I detest dogs!

I have heard many stories from friends too like the one who had a grandpa and his nurses being attacked viciously by their German shepherd with a shallow reason. There were reported bloodstains. My blockmate Shen who has a job to feed their dog regularly was bitten in the fingernail one time. My group mate in CTWS1 had also encountered the same situation as the previous.

I know you guys out there with dogs that sit, roll over and do Math are pointing your middle fingers at me. Bahala kayo. I have no oppositions to your cases. It’s just me, mind you.

You see, Dogs are somehow best friends of Man. But as the obsolete Pinoy movies state, “Mabait na Kaibigan, Masamang Kaaway”

[fiftieth] Operation: Helen of Troy

[fiftieth]

Operation: Helen of Troy

"Guys, alam niyo ba kung sino ang may-ari ng Corolla Altis plate-numbered XMB 236? na-abduct po kasi iyong victim. pls reply to 0926******* & pass 2 CMC friends"

This was the text message roving in our cell phones last Friday, as I and some classmates were listening to the substantial lecture from our NGO (Non-government office) film practitioners for our NSTP-CWTS. I read it thrice; I did not get it: how could he/she be abducted in his/her car, in the parking lot? Is this a gimmick, in which the supposedly bawling 'victim' was just strolling around?
It slightly bothered me that I sent too text messages to my Mass Comm friends especially to the ladies (I-m not a chauvinist!) that night saying, "Ui, ikaw ba iyong na-kidnap?" And of course, they thought I was kidding them.

Moving on, you must know that being abducted is not so flattering-- that you’re one rich kid ran after by hoodlums. So in case of feared abduction, these tips come in handy:

1. As soon as your eyes, mouth and hands are fastened or plastered with hankies, sticking tapes and/or super glue (eek! It reminds me of "House of Wax"), stay unruffled and don't shriek ever. This will give them a notion of not hitting you in the tummy. You're spared form the damsel-in-distress persona, rejoice! Should you have the goad to rebuke or retaliate against them, they will treat you like an animal. Admit it, you can not fight against these kinds of animals.

2. When they bring you to the dim dramatic single-bulb room or place, ask them if you could go and to the restroom. Apply all your acting skills to obtain their compassion. OF course the condition is that they will guard you outside. And if luckily yo'’re now in the john, exit through the window (that is, if the coast outside is sure clear). Otherwise you snatch the container beside the toilet bowl that reads MURIATIC ACID. Then after turning the knob to go out from the john, splash it to the ones guarding you and chuckle like there’s no tomorrow---whereas you can get potentials for being held hostage once again of you don’t run fast. Quick now!

3. Hide behind the bushes near you. Make a siren-like sound (read: policemen cars) from your vocals to get them to wrack and ruin. Hooray!

I now feel the craving for our sleazy politicians to experience the doom of being abducted. I know we have the same mirthful thing in mind, you guys am I correct?

In the aforementioned report, I hoped that it stayed as a rumor. No dirty things going on. If the victim was a leftist, that's another thing.

[49] Maricris on Forced Refrigeration

[49]

Maricris on Forced Refrigeration

I have not been watching PBB (the phony ludicrous franchised Pinoy Big Brother) lately that I was shocked to see Bruce Quebral and Wendy Valdez to have some recondite romantic affair as well as Nel Rapiz and Maricris Dizon. Enough reason on my rare viewing is because of the apprehension that this show has no concept at all: no sense, relevance or significance. This show that hails all 'big' sponsors and extravagant publicity is nothing but a gimmick-- ABS-CBN can not find its worthlessness thus overusing the Filipinos' exceptional mentality of voyeurism. We like to see what's going on. So we sneak a look. We like to involve ourselves with other people’s lives (tsismoso po tayo). For your information, Big Brother in other countries generally has an episode broadcasted only once a week. That measures our pagka-tsismoso a lot, don't you think?

But last week, I tuned in once again.

A controversy was heating up the wok as Maricris, whose voice is crispy enough, kept on interrogating Beatriz Saw if she too liked Nel. "God, forgive her, for she does not what she was doing." It went s omething like this:

MARICRIS: Gusto mo ba si Nel?

BEA: Hindi.

MARICRIS: God knows.

To that, Cris can not stop herself from being jealous (or so we thought) that she found herself having a rage against Bea. And it started.

Mornings after and finally a stimulating confrontation occurred in the cool kitchen. Cris babbled and babbled, questioning Bea's avoidance against her while the latter tried to calm herself down. Last Sunday’s episode almost ate its time with their frenzied and infuriated argument. I was thrilled!

Many friends then sent me text messages that same moment which went like, in derision, criticizing Cris as an insecure ill-tempered ngarag palengkera who has some interest in the least interesting man (well, at least in the House). It's also quite amusing, that this Bea girl has found something called bursting-the-bubble phase in her demure, not to mention boring, personality.

Meanwhile, I think Cris needs some hibernation in a refrigerator or even a freezer. She can already substitute Pyro in X-Men, Human Torch in Fantastic Four or Incredible Hulk. She needs a break, and that is no joke. I think her eviction by force from the swampy House is apt for her case. If her blood pressure is low, thanks God! And the cause behind this (which is Nel) is so, umm, petty. Who dares to disagree?

The latter part of the program had Cris as the superior loser: one person you would love to hate. She had grasped at least Bea's opinion towards her that she was indeed 'pushy'. And it ended there. She walked out having in mind that she’s one pushy personification of Mount Pinatubo. It occurred to me that she's also one of the people in this world who are misunderstood, though likewise she too misunderstands. She has insecurities in herself apparently that she cannot even express in her abysmal delivery of Tagalog (of course, she’s an Italian citizen!). She’s a human who cannot contradict for once, because the whole of humanity contradicts her. I pity her, with no questions.

But still, I think that PBB is a complete nonsense. I have reliable sources that say it’s scripted; well it would seem that way for me. So much that it’s not a 'telesrye of totoong buhay’'for these people do not even have lives to begin with. And so are the people watching it. But for some, it’s just symptoms of pure boredom. Just in case that this thing is really real, I say that Kuya is stirring their emotions. Honestly, as Maricris left the house, she did not learn anything.

MARICRIS: Kuya is so stupid that I must pretend I'm crying to hide my scorn fo him

[48] The Angel Wears Prada

[48]

The Angel Wears Prada

I have no idea if Angel Locsin does wear Prada. Let's not go into that anyway.

Last Sunday in SOP, she was given the usual birthday tribute: a singing session (with Trillo and Gutierrez), video greetings from links, slide show of her show-business development, cakes and candles, and of course, a life-size bouquet. Do not naysay when I say she’s god-damn divine. Perhaps, she may be the synonym of the word "beautiful".

I first saw her on the Saturday teenybopper show, Click, in where she plays a amiable yet tomboyish girl-next-door role and had Bryan Revilla as her partner (calm down, I know it’s veryyy inappropriate). She was Charlie, from Charlotte. I know then that I liked her.

She was seen later as the goody-goody heroine. She was an aerial (literally) feathery woman in Mulawin; a gawked at with in red skimpy two piece superhero in Darna; a charming magician in Majika; and now as the adventurous daredevil in Asian Treasures. She has indeed done a lot of shows that people would conclude that she’s already nakakasuya. I do not question that, of course. But hey, what can your Bea Alonzo do? Can your Kristine Hermosa tumble and do martial arts? Your Claudine Barretto is not so cool now, you know. Excuse me for that. Insulting your ‘idols’, I don’t intend.

In a way, her movies caused my allowance to plummet down. I watched TXT last October and remarked, "Ang ganda!" Then last Christmas, I watched Mano Po 5 and cried out, "Ang ganda talaga!" Before we go further, a little reminder: I'm not yet that mad so relax!

Her asset that made me go wild was her ---eyes! If you would examine further, you would exclaim that hers was so oriental. So lovely. For now, you just can't take my admiration (almost addiction) off her. Eek!

[47] The Friend, the Fool and the F*cker

[47]

The Friend, the Fool and the F*cker

Under quasi-scrutiny, I have seemed to undergo a phase of knowing some friends better and in the end--- firmly segregating them from my bin of 'real' friends. Many of which are esoteric and insular leading to being what people call, ostentatious. In Tagalog, plastik. Worry not; I would not resort to shoving you. I am civilized and I know what I’m doing. I would not name you guys. I would not publicize your reprehensible doings.

Still, I do not plunk myself in the chart or the pedestal of "The World's Greatest Friend" for I too become at some remorseful times plastik. That is when you bedevil and backstab me, and of course when you do the same to my true and beloved friends. I think, for some, I am a good actor; to that, I know well how to act as if I am a ‘friend’ to you. Beware.

I am not angry. Or I am just writing down my angst. I am anxious. And I am getting cynical of my social life. That I would spill my trust unto people and in the end, getting close-to-betrayed.

There you go. I just do not know why they have done these to me. I have considered them as important to me back then. I am rankled.

In the title, I refer 'the friend' to those people who still continue to be, well, my friends. I know them well and I thank you. 'The fool' is of course me with an unobvious reason (take that, if you’re an airhead.) Meanwhile, 'the f*cker is of course the sort of the people I mentioned. But still, I am not emasculated. I am strong, and since these people are out of my life, lest they know, I am back and cheerful again. I wish them luck. Bad luck.

PS. Just as I typed this, I was watching SOP featuring Angel Locsin's birthday tribute. I can not help but to ease myself. My trouble was somehow deferred.