Away PBA

With me dealing Yankee mentality over Ginebra, and desiring to kick the living crap of Alex Cabagnot and getting too much of Jimmy Alapag and Mr. Point-power-guard-forward Jason Castro, it seems that the champs got the nerves of my fave sports blogger, o siguro, dahil tinalo nila ang B-meg

My First Bible

The lyrics to “Viva la Vida” contain many Biblical references.[6] For example, “pillars of sand” is a clear reference to the Biblical parable given by Jesus about the fool who built his house on sand, and the wise man who built it on solid rock, while “pillars of salt” is a reference to Lot’s wife, who was turned into a pillar of salt. “I know Saint Peter won’t call my name” refers to the popular tradition of St. Peter guarding the gates of Heaven. He is often depicted in art as holding the keys to the Kingdom of Heaven per the Petrine doctrine and the Biblical reference in Matthew 16:19. He is also commonly depicted with the book of life reading off the names of those individuals who had believed in Jesus Christ as per Revelation 20. The term “… my head upon a silver plate” refers to the beheading of St. John the Baptist when Salome demanded hishead delivered to her upon a platter.

I remember my childhood days wherein I find entertainment in reading a Modified kids’ Bible, not because of Gospels but due to History laden antics, like those above, ugh, ano kaya ako paglaki?

New Stuff in here..

With being able to carry on with life for quite some time, there are some things that are in need of change, like my filthy blog…

I pretty much believe in the Extra Terrestrial- but not those stuff care of Ben 10 and friends, I also believe in the paranormal, but not those of your mum’s stories when you were six, I believe in God, the Father Almighty, as well to those things mentioned in the Apostle’s Creed. Naniniwala ako na maganda ang dulot ng media sa atin, na ang pinaka importanteng parte ng 23( hours, 56 minutes and 4.100352 seconds) Oras ay ang Chika Minute portion, na inosente si Hubert Webb, at tutubuan pa ng buhok si Lauro Vizconde, gayundin si Lourd, na si Trillanes ang pinaka guwapong senador sa ngayon, na marami tayong matututunan sa mga palabas ng GMA gaya ng Tween Hearts, na makabuluhan ang mga istorya ng mga telefantasya sa GMA Telebabad, lalo na ang Machete, na mabuting tao si Gen. Garcia, na the best na Ombudsman si Mercy Gutierrez, na papunta tayo sa tuwid na landas- lalo pa at Porsche at Lexus ngayon ang sinasakyan ng mahal na Pangulo patungo doon, at sa susunod ay Corvette naman, na babayaran naman gamit ang pera nila Manny Pacquiao, Manny Pangilinan, Manny Villar, at kung sino pa mang mga milyonaryo na may pangalang Manny. Naniniwala ako sa pag-ibig na wagas, at pag-ibig na walang hanggan, naniniwala ako sa mga engkanto, sa mga white lady, sa mga sinasabi ni Mar Roxas na nadaya siya, pati na din sa mga opinion ng mga tambay sa kanto hinggil sa mga pasabog kasangkot ng AFP. Naniniwala ako na uunlad ang bansa sa tulong ng mga wasak na Ferrari na pag-aari ng kung sinong mga kakilala ng kungsinong heneral na masasabi kong Propeta ng Diyos, naniniwala ako na maganda ang OST na Baker King, na mainam ang condom para kontrolin ang Birth control, na maganda para sa bansa ang pagiging lango sa alak, na hindi lumalampas sa salary cap ang SMB at Talk n’ Text, na si Quinito Henson ay isang henyo/Inday Badiday ng Philippine Sportscasting, na magaling na player si Kobe Bryant, na may asim pa si Aling Dionisia, at ang paborito niyang brand ng damit ay ‘Ginebra(?!)’. Naniniwala ako sa pananampalataya ng mga Pilipino sa Nazareno, naniniwala ako na mabubuting tao ang mga nagkalat sa Tondo sad is oras ng gabi, naniniwala ako na lahat ng mga nagtapos sa pagaaral na may mga bulto ng medalyang tingga ay ang mga tanging pag-asa ng bayan, naniniwala ako na maganda ang dulot ng mga frat sa kabataan, na ang mga relasyon sa pagitan ng isang babae at tibo ay two thumbs up, na lahat ng mga nagtapos sa mga Katolikong paaralan ay may breed at sadyang nag uumapaw sa kagandahang asal, bukod pa diyan na lahat sila ay pawang mahuhusay sa lahat ng aspeto ng pamumuhay- particular na yung mga ‘Top’. Naniniwala ako na si Justin Beiber ay magaling pa sa Beatles, na si Lady Gaga ay habambuhay na mananatili sa ala-ala ng mga Pilipino at si Manny Pacquiao ang pag-asa ng bayan tungo sa kapayapaan at seguridad ng bansa. Naniniwala akong si Kris Aquino ang paboritong anak ni Pangulong Cory at nananalaytay sa kanyang ugat, dugo, atay, balumbalunan, bato, kuko, ngala ngala, utak, at lalonong lalo sa dila, ang ‘inner Ninoy’ na dapat ay nasa kuya niya na dinadaan sa auto ang kalungkutang dulot ng labis na pag-iisa. Ang hindi ko lang naman pinaniniwalaan ay totoo ang mga isinulat ko sa itaas na nasa wikang TAgalog, lalo na yung tungkol kay Kris…

Ang Tunay na Lalake, Walang Abs*- by Lourd De Veyra



Ayon sa kumpare at idol kong si Norman Wilwayco at lahat ng kasapi sa mala-alamat na TNL blog , ito ang ilan sa katangian ng mga tunay na lalake: 1.) Ang tunay na lalake,  ay hindi nag-te-text back, maliban na lang kung pasahan mo ng load. Ang tunay na lalake, walang abs. 2.) Ang tunay na lalake ay hindi sumasayaw. 3.) Ang tunay na lalake ay laging may tae sa brief.

Mag-focus tayo sa pangalawa.

“Ang tunay na lalake ay walang abs.” Of course, pag sinabi kong “abs,” ibig sabihin ay abdominal muscles—yung mga mala-pandesal na umbok-umbok sa tiyan, gaya ng nakikita sa mga billboard ng Bench. Hindi naman puwedeng walang abs ang tao—otherwise, may malaki kang butas sa tiyan (Saan mo naman ilalagay yung mga pinagkakain mong hamburger at pansit, di ba? Pagtitinginan ka ng tao pag naglalakad ka sa mall.  Si Gabe Mercado lang ang puwedeng gumawa nun. Okey ka ba, tiyan?).  Ang tinutukoy natin dito ay yung kumikintab at nagtitigasang tumpok-tumpok ng mga masel. Sa linggwahe ng mga miyembro ng Badingky Soliman Foundation—a.k.a berde ang anino, ka-Federacion, o plain and simply, bading—“illegal logging.”

Natatawa lang ako pag kumakain kami sa restaurant ng mga kaibigan ko at sasabihin nilang hindi sila magkakanin. Ayaw lang nilang sabihin out loud pero ang subtext ay gusto nilang magpaliit ng tiyan. “Iwas carbs” sa lingwahe ng mga nage-ehersisyo at nagda-diet. Hindi ko alam ang motibasyon ng mga mokong na ito. Huli kong pagkakaalam, ang trabaho nila ay hindi naman pagmo-model ng salawal na gawa ng Bench.

So bakit sila nagpapaliit ng tiyan? Bakit sila nag-enroll sa gym? Bakit ayaw na nilang magkanin? Hindi naman krimen ang pagkakaroon ng abs at karapatan ng bawat tao na mag-desisyon kung ano ang isasaksak nila sa lalamunan nila. Pero medyo nakakatawa na.

Hindi siyempre maipagkakaila ang epekto ng mass media sa pag-iisip ng tao—kahit sino pa man, kahit ano pa ang trabaho mo, mayaman o mahirap, lalake o babae, tomboy o bakla, may ipin man o wala. Dahil ang subtext, ang puno’t dulo ng mga naglalakihang billboards sa Edsa at mga sandamakmak na slimming products sa telebisyon ay iisa lang: sex. Health? Puwede rin, dahil may nagsasabi na ang laki o liit ng tiyan daw ay repleksyon ng estado ng kalusugan. Pero higit sa lahat, sex. Lumilikha ito ng pananaw na pag maganda ang ab muscles, dadami ang iyong tsiks.

Siyempre, ang tunay na lalaki, mahilig rin sa sex, mahilig sa tsiks.


Tomorrow…

 

Why be anxious of the things
That makes us sad
Why pamper life’s dilemmas
When it brings you down
And makes a downhearted fool out of you
Why live in despair
When you’ve gotta a lot of things in store

For tomorrow
I will make a happy day out of
Tomorrow
And i’ll sing an exhilarating song
For tomorrow

Why be down in the dumps
Hen a lot of people care
You maybe ordinary
But especially ordinary
And you’re just a stone- throw away
From being best you can be
Why live in the past
When you’ve gotta a lot of things in store

For tomorrow
I will make a happy day out of tomorrow
And i’ll sing an exhilarating song
For tomorrow

“look into the eyes of the present
And anticipate the jollities and challenge
Tomorrow could bring
The past is unimportant
There’ll be time to recall the enigmatic
And beautiful process called life
When you realize everything indeed
Do happen for a reason”

(got a lot of things in store)
For tomorrow
I will make a happy day out of tomorrow
And i’ll sing an exhilarating song
For tomorrow
(let’s all sing a happy song)
Tomorrow…

This is a song by the now defunct Orange & Lemons, very positive, sensible, profound, something that barricades matters that provokes us, di gaya ng iba dyan…

Da Beyker King…

Tama, yung bagong show ng GMA na pati ako eh nahumaling, ayos ang plot, yung deliveration, yung pagarte, lahat, maliban sa isa, yung OST, ano ba title nun?

Ewan, naiinis ako, sa dinami dami ng magagandang kanta, bakit ba yung walang sense pa yung kadalasang gunagamut? yung mga kantang pangkaraniwan lang ang mensahe (kung meron man), gaya ng mga nakakainis na linya tulad ng “mahal na mahal kita” o kung ano pa mang baduy na banat na sa totoo lang eh hundi na uso sa mga panahon na uto kung saan porno at kabulastugan sa relasyon ang naghahari, kainis mas may sense pa nga yung kanta ng pedicab na FX kesa dun…

Ako yung tipo ng tao na hindi trip ang makinig sa ganong kanta, mas gusto ko pa pakingan yung nagbubulldoze ng mga bahay sa San Juan kesa madinig yun, isa pa, ayokong ayoko sa isang kanta na naglalaman ng kyrics na puro mahal kita o I love you tatlong beses kada verse, mas gusto ko pa makinig sa mga kanta tungkol sa mga pusa o sa bangag na nilalang…

Ewan, siguro may sapak lang ako, o di kaya ay dahil pa din sa walang kamatayan na si sducjencuw, pero di ko talaga yun enjoy, seryoso, kaya ako daw ay baduy, out fashioned, o kagaya ng ganun. Basta, eto hirit ko, Shatap!!

O Hail Facebook!

 

Pope encourages Christians to join online social networks


According to Vatican.va, Pope Benedict XVI invited Christians to join online social networks “confidently and with an informed and responsible creativity,” he said in a message for the 45th World Communications Day on June 5. He added, “I invite young people above all to make good use of their presence in the digital world.”

The Pope said social media can help satisfy the “desire for meaning, truth and unity… if used wisely.” The “Christian way of being present in the digital world,” he said, does not stop with posting religious content online. It is communication that is “honest, open, responsible and respectful.” 

He also asked netizens to remember that “virtual contact cannot and must not take the place of direct human contact with people at every level of our lives.” He said, “In the search for sharing, for ‘friends,’ there is the challenge to be authentic and faithful, and not give in to the illusion of constructing an artificial public profile for oneself.”

The headline isn’t that right really, I think it must be “Pope demands Christians to use social networking in accordance to goodwill and morality”, teka lang ah, there is a key word, morality, what is morality? Morality is a sense of behavioral conduct that differentiates intentions, decisions, and actions between those that are good (or right) and bad (or wrong). So to speak, it is a factor where we shall quit from the use of the net as a toll to feed our carnal fetishes and other sinful acts like punking your ex via Facebook or just getting the living crap of someone via this blog site (like me?).

The Toilet Paper: Enough of This Sh*t- by Lourd De Veyra




The public toilet—along with sidewalks, other public spaces and certain soap operas—is a metaphor for the state of a society. (Then again, I’m always saying that some thing or other is a metaphor for something). Show me a filthy public restroom and I’ll show you a society where discipline and order have broken down. 

The toilet is a reflection of the hygienic state of a household or an establishment. Especially for restaurants. A chef once said, “If this is how they treat their restroom, I’d hate to imagine what happens in the kitchen.” Agreed, but I’d definitely make special exceptions for certain panciterias and tapsilogans where proximity to filth seems to be the secret ingredient. But for the most part, I’d think twice about returning to a resto where the bathroom is a scene straight out of CSI. 

The only problem is that our society has come to the point that there’s just too many of them. Those of us who have been sufficiently exposed to public restrooms know what I’m talking about: the non-existent flush, the mud, the moss, the tiles that look like high-school biology experiments, the floating brown objects and the unspeakable mixture of bodily fluids encrusting the lavatory rims. 

Listen: I’m no delicate doily. The sight of scattered fecal constellations on a bathroom mirror will not make me scream (Not that I’ve tried, really). I’ve taken a dump on the some of the worst toilets in the planet (including some that are not technically toilets; but those were desperate times). Generations of humans have also lived and died without the kind of absurdly ultra-modernist washroom pleasures offered by the Japanese burger chain Sango. It’s not even a matter of toilets being in the Western or non-Western-style. A number of Asian countries have become formidable economies while still lovingly crapping into a simple hole in the floor. 

My point is, I’ve been living in this country for 36 years and don’t you think it’s about time we said to ourselves: enough of this shit. And f—k the pun. 

Of course, in some parts of the planet, there is  a correlation between discipline, sanitation, and progress. George Orwell once asked, “Do the lower classes smell?” Does “poor” instantly translate into “squalid?” Of course, I have yet to see Forbes Park residents defecating into plastic bags that are conveniently hurled into rivers. But of course, efficient sewer systems cost money and it is much easier and cheaper to treat Manila Bay as your own personal latrine pit. Let us be, reminded, however, that dignity starts with proper disposal of our bodily excretions. 

I mean, really, unless you’re on 500 micrograms of LSD, how hard is it to shoot your crap or piss into the bowl? Is it so hard to shoot that damn wad of tissue into the trash bin? How difficult is it to fix a faucet, clean mirrors, and scrub tiles? Do you really need a Swiss bank account to afford a bottle of bleach or disinfectant? Just how expensive is a bottle of Zonrox? It is absurd to demand that all restrooms be equipped with a Toto automatic urinal and a goddamned bidet, but the least you can hope for is some semblance of civilization. That you can unzip without fear of being attacked by a squadron of cockroaches. 

The phrase “public restroom” is an invitation to genuine horror. The first thing that comes to mind are those in bus stations. I have no idea what it is about transport terminals and the overwhelming fog of ammonia? But it’s exactly the “public” part where it becomes problematic. 

Thank God for graffiti in restrooms. At least they provide a humorous, if absurd distraction from the squalor. “LOOKING 4 GUD TYM 0921-4457876… JHUN” takes your mind off the nasty stuff floating right under the dark planet Uranus. Who could Jhun be and what sort of good time does he have to offer? What is it about such places that inspire artwork based on phallic iconography? Or instant installation pieces involving strands of pubic hair held in place by dried wads of gum? See? I’ve just distracted myself from the point just thinking about one goddamned wall I’ve seen recently. Thank God for these unacknowledged poets and artists. 

I’ve always believed that human beings are divided into two kinds: those with the ability to crap anywhere and those with rectums of habit (a.k.a namamahay). And it’s not just because they’re afraid of using toilets that are smeared with shades of bright caramel. Even if it’s a sparkling cubicle at the Edsa Shangri-La, they still can’t unload. 

The vilest toilet I’ve ever seen in my life was not in Manila but at a hospital in Sagada. Made of iron, it was all covered in rust—I sincerely hope to God it was rust—and looked like it had been crapped on by William Henry Scott and, I’m sure, all the other foreign missionaries of the pre-war era.  The worst part is this: I had to use it. Listen, I had no other choice. I had not moved my bowels for four or five days (I had joined a medical mission to Kalinga and found it impossible to uhm, unload on the edge of a rice field while warding off wild boars impatient to deal with your droppings). All the other toilets were occupied and I couldn’t hold it any longer. My head and all other parts of my body were about to burst. So I held my breath, set aside my dignity, sat down and did my business. The texture, the coldness, and the smell of that toilet still haunt me to this day. Anything after that is a Toto Neorest 600. 

In the sidewalks of Manila, this is usually an encouraging signage. 

P2—IHI  (Sometimes P3 in certain areas of inordinate human traffic
P5—DUMI (Or the vulgarly optional “TAE.”) 
P15—LIGO

Viva La Vida, new Layout, same old story…

For I’m a bit pissed off with my old layout, I prepared a new background, and I can’t just find any time to work for long hours, kaya eto, tiyagaan na lang

This is the product of my obsession with one of my most favorite albums of all time, Coldplay’s Viva la Vida, much ado with the French Revolution, neh, I read some stuffs at home, too bored to be bold, too pissed to diss off somebody, yeah, I’m that of a nerd, kaya text nyo ko, libre pasa load ha? 09056836737

Labanan na lang sa Commercial, talo din..

Asar ako kagabi, talo Ginebra, alam ko, walang kasalanan ang Security agency ni Jong, lalo na si Willie Miller at yung dalawang rookies, pikon ako sa SMB, pero pag nakikita ko yung commercial nila, hanep, isang henyong food artist lang tsaka isang kamay na may hagod mula sa isang Bathala, ayos, talo na, samantallang sa Gin… Ugh, ewan, di kaya ng munti kong pagiisip ang lumabas na resulta ng google search… T_T

Ang masaklap na katotohanan….