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Sunday, September 11, 2005

walang tubig sa bahay. just my luck. thus, right now i cant cook. obviously, making my life difficult as well pagdating sa ligo, etc. rainy pa. shucks. i long for my bed in bicol. home cooked meals. i am tired with pritos( eggs, hotdogs, longganisa, tapa) and lucky me pancit canton and mami. sawang sawa na ako.

work or non work for that matter is boring me endlessly. last night i slept at around 4 in the morning reading books, both the required and the non-required kind. the political scenario is not looking up too. GMA is going to create a truth committee ala South Africa type. i say what for? grabe, hearing and reading all the news are quite depressing.

sana ibalik na ang water mamaya. gusto ko ng H20.

disclaimer: if i dont make any sense, pasensya na dehydrated na kasi ako.

i miss people back home. i do, sorely.

right now i cannot do anything about it. i have to stay here, hit the books, and just do what i am supposed to do, which is more akin to "get a life and do well while i am at the process of finding that whatever life i want to get". i sound like a broken record but i cannot help it, my heart is in bicol. if that makes me a certified probinsyano i would willing carry that as a badge of honor, for at least i know what i miss and i know what are the truly important things in my life. my family.

this brings me to another thing. focus is important. while i want to do many things at the same time-- and yet i cannot do all at the same time. this is the hard truth. also, to my surprise, i found some sense to what brother elie ( of all pipol) was saying in the radio last night concerning health ( i find the bickering between INC and Ang Dating Daan amusing). he said that using oil in cooking is dangerous. i should watch what i eat more discerningly, after all what is at stake is my health. garbage in garbage out. there is more to life than food.... say what? KISS.

i like to tease myself that i will finally get my act together, but what more opportune time than now. chew, my malaysian friend, commented that what she wanted in her life was just to be somebody. she claims that she is becoming that person through NU skin( shameless marketing). the point, and this is what i think is most important, is that she is doing what she convinced will make her happy. this is also what makes me happy, i just have to back it up with more action,m more fire or mojo.

a jog around sunken garden will probably perk me up later. if only i have a drink i will toast our dreams success. in the meantime i am bogged with digests. i console myself that this is a step toward the realization of that dream. and whatever that dream is, we all deserve some happiness in our respective lives.


and the plot thickens. only in the philippines ika nga.

with the "coming out" of a former Malacanang employee, where michaelangelo zuce has implicated the president to a direct wrongdoing, all discussions are again centered on the GMA telenovela. how would things unfold and what if any political implications it would have on the impeachment case filed against the sitting president. the burly zuce said that he was part of the meeting where comelec officials where bribed by the pinedas, known as the jueteng operators, in the presence of no less than that of the president. i do not know how credible this zusi guy is but what is more funny if not distraughting is that he is related to garci( where art thou?). the politics of accomodation ba?

on personal front. i had this epiphany yesterday. why not enjoy. i mean all things.

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pm na. actually evening.

i am waiting for milky to arrive. we agreed na magkikita kami sa mcdo. wala lang, just catch up with each other. kumustahin yung baby niya. yung work? at yung pasalubong from china( meron ba?).

i have this terrible headache. sobrang lamig kasi ng room. also i had to write in haste the assignment. so, yun, at this juncture surviving. i want to read tonight all the readings kung kaya para tomorrow wala nang hassle. saturday is free day, yipee!

a friend of mine asked me if i wanted to join his org. to be honest, flattered ako, pero i have my own reservations. later.

kiko had a field day lambasting my supposed indeciveness. after all, despite all feigned protestations, nay, promises that i would not proceed to rizal, the opposite was what had happened. i took all the beating like a man. i did not have any choice. shit.

surprising even myself, yes, i decided to go rizal, enjoyed the food, lighted a candle, and pinned the philippine flag to this year's representatives for the ship for southeast asian program. stupid me. why did i ever go to rizal? it must be the nationalistic bone twitch or maybe it is just me being sentimental and the fact that the gathering had free food that made me forget being cautious. there goes my sense down the drain, all thanks to fried chicken.

that lapse of judgment, or rather overly enthusiastic decision meant, it turned out rather unfortunately, that i got a "double jeopardy" courtesy of rowee. duwang singkong duleng. my only consolation was that jean was with me. thus in my predicament, someone got the same idiotic flogging( two are better than a/lonely). ah, to raise the concept of justice and inquity passionately to naught is such a sweet and intolerable ethos( whatever). when i talked with rowee the day after, she said that i just have to compensate. well. this is what i am doing to compensate. blogging.

in the morning i attended a small gathering in shang edsa. it was nice to see old friends. actually the purpose of the gathering was to revive the lakas in ateneo. after we graduated the political party simply died mainly because of neglect, also because of incompetent people. in short, those we left behind in ateneo had a different concept of youth advocacy. they wanted a party of their own anchored merely on personalities rather than principles. their newly formed party also fizzled out. it was like a gang party. kakosa join ka na. one of these was who benjie later ran to the city council and nearly won. i do not know if that is good or bad. he is now in real estate though.

wency, rosalie, angie, rommel and bugoy were there. rosalie came from makati because she attended a trial. she was with her husband. funny jokes on rosalie and wency's aborted love affair was the primary pulutan. sayang, they were meant for each other, only that in real life they "ended" up not with each other( rosalie is now married to a fellow lawyer; wency with an HR lady). that is life i suppose. if only is the more often heard phrase or title not only in films but in real life.

we resolved to revive the party. at least that was the consensus. i do not know if we can actually do that but i sincerely hope that we can do just that. i said why not stop there, we can morph into an NGO, maybe a regional party list in the future.why limit ourselves now when we can actually do more since most of us are now professionals. they agreed at least in principle. well this is another venture worth getting excited with. it will take more than just one sitting to iron details on that though. for now, i am just content with writing what partly transpired.

i was not able to attend to anang's birthday. i had a mountain of readings. another was that i got scorched with that one time big time absence of mine. must read. must read. must read. i say that like gulum. the ring, my precious! again, as hilbay would say, fuck!

hilbay: why are you wearing blue shirt? why?

answer: ok. genius, why not?

dangat was his typical self. he said that mendoza is not so bright. on the other hand, hilbay said that VV mendoza( after all he worked as one of his clerk; cheche said that hilbay was one of VV's favorite, often his debate partner) is one of the more intelligent jurists. i say, i like to eat ice cream but i feel cold. duh. if it makes sense then who cares.

hilbay makes my head spin. i mean that in a good and bad ways. out with the old concept, but concepts that one cannot really rely for as answers lest one is courting disaster ( at least in the bar). law school is not a review center, thus, he opines the need to radically espouse an alternative reality. well reality is one has to take the bar and pass it before anything else. the rest as they say is history. with power one can make or unmake oneself.

we also alluded to career paths. law firms is not for him. money is not the whole thing for him. for most anyway it counts a lot. it is a matter of priority, sadly though, right now to exist requires at least a substantial amount of money. putting it in a materialistic point of view, less is more is nothing but a philosophy ( which maan advocates with her meditation).

allow me to indulge in my own quirky philosophy. i think the adage "less is more" is a self centered superficial way of engaging the truth. when the world challenges everyone to partake responsibility a respond that shrinks from that call is for me non-responsive. there is a need to do more simply because that is what is required. people who need people are simply being people. a man cannot function as a man if he does not engage the social. without society man's being is empty, wanting. this brings me back to hilbay's point. one must choose his path according to what one find desirable according to his standards. materialism works for some but not for all. however, i must still say that materialism is still important. at the very least there is a need to provide the basics. how else can one function properly?

with my shang meeting discussion about the poverty and the growing disatisfaction with the country were raised. rommel for one said that he and his wife will be migrating. jazmin it turned out( she was not there) married a fil-canadian and will soon migrate. this only illustrates one thing. for most young professionals migrating is no longer a difficult and painful decision. it is the only prudent decision. i have oftentimes whined about the condition of the country, but i shall no longer do that here. i shall spare myself of negative thoughts for this weekend. my point is this, this feeling of frustration with the country is widespread. so it is not mine alone. told them it was the challenge, and maybe, just maybe, by pushing with the lakas revival, in our puny and little ways, we are making this country better, even if everything else seems bleak. maybe i said that because i was just bored? maybe that was another very stupid thing to say among friends.

deconstructing society and asking normative questions, more radically expressions of hope, however distant, and yearning for answers are not the normal and sane things to do. life decisions, what to make for the rest of one's life, how nice are kisses, are equally important and profound, endeavors and musings worth venturing into, for life is indeed all about these. these are questions that define existence, questions that make us feel for something more, something better. i wish i shall have the time to ask more questions bordering on those so that at least i can approximate a good life, measured not based on the years of my presence in this world, but based on my capacity to love and live-- and kiss. that for me is the simplistic philosophy. this completely debunks the less is more view. a complete analogy is in order to crystalize this view: the more people kiss the better the world becomes. ( am i not right sushi?).

but again money, too, is important. how else can i afford to do blogs?


so much for sanity, as the great hilbay said, " it is a matter of policy", which means, folks, that all are up in the air. so, down the drain everything everything that i have learned. yes, more like, ok, duh, what the fuck( i say that endearingly)!

i had my exam( work related) awhile ago. it took the entire day. started at 8 and finished it around 2:30 pm. saw two bicolanos there with me. both of them also took the exam with me. miss speaking the vernacular. ay buray, iyo?

i had a nice time with the essay; the rest, well, hope things will pan out just well. i say that because i really need to find additional source of moolah. it is a matter of personal economics, short and sweet.

anyway the essay was about effective governance. wrote 4 pages of impromptu relatively well written essay. my creative juice was flowing. i was able to expose my own quirky philosophy of effective governance mainly couched on nationalism, the foremost, and innovation and action. of course i also had to say something about transparency. after all the exam was connected with an office that deals with transparency. better write the stuff that those people want to read. well i believe what i wrote, so there, at least i can vouch for myself. hehehe.

anyway tomorrow is the pdt but i am afraid i cannot go to rizal. priorities. but of course i miss doing the korewa cheers. maybe some other time. right now, i have to deal with the mundane, the pressing, and the ouright policy questions that really just lead me to more questions, in fact more like to nowhere.

smart people make the world more complex. i want my life to be simpler. fuck!

pardon the obscenity/french. harhar.

putik. butas ang aking pantalon.

i just realized that just now. =). damn. pero ok lang. hope i can survive the day without anyone realizing that something is wrong with my back( harhar). just another day of mishap and recovery.

i need a haircut. mamaya i just might. gusto ko uli kalbo. easier to fix. besides i do not carry a "suklay". bahala na. though i had my initial fling as a metrosexual it seems most likely that i shall remain brute when it comes to style.

the sona was bullshit. i do not know if i should still rant against it. it was just all divisionary tactics of the president. granted that there is a need to shift to parliamentary government and that local governments must be given their rightful share in governance, still the million dollar question remains: is this the right time to initiate all these constitutional changes?

with a president who is out to save her name, i find that the timing is quite off. political disaster is written all over the wall which the president refuses to acknowledge. i say that she is shameless, in her effort of preserving first her name she rejects calls for her to make the rightful sacrifice which is for her to give up her office and join Garci in oblivion. magsama silang dalawa sa hell.

i wonder why the church cannot pressure her more. she has to give up her position is a foregone conclusion. it is just a matter of when and hopefully with the least damage to everyone. the graceful exit scenario is crafted to fool us filipinos into believing that she did no wrong. the point that we should not miss in all of these bravados is that she did wrong the country, and she has to suffer for it. not the people. not the country.

this is not manila against the rest of the country. that problem should be addressed eventually, and that is indeed a big problem, however by drawing the problem to just that, the country is at the point of division, people are thinking that the problem is manila, when in fact the real problem is her. she is the root problem. how can she all be cavalier about it when the wrath of the people is now hanging above her head as some form of damocles word. she is acting like a politician when what she should do is just to be right this time. really that means many things to her, and all the things for us.

i cannot stomach a president who ignores the burning issue of this country. failing to raise anything about the impeachment and the garci tapes may have appeared wise, but that is not the case as i view it. she has betrayed the people, and thus she must give her seat. the sooner the better.

the people should be brave againts a callous president insensitive to their needs.

postcript: kalbo na naman ako. had lunch with noel. until now he has not given me back my book by jv lopez on Images family.

i have an important exam tomorrow(work related). need the work badly.


i am no crazy harry poter fan( alevosia!!), although i have watched all the potter films. i have read the first two harry potter books but i have had just enough, i am shying away from the rest of the series. putting it plainly, the potter series is not my cup of tea. i am better off reading my own eclectic preference of readings. hint: feminist readings.

i like the lords of the rings except that i found some of of the symbols/language queer. i found some parts as greek.

what i really love though is the C.S. Lewis' Narnia. i have read all the seven books. i am looking forward in watching the narnia film soon to be released. the first time i saw the trailer, i felt giddy. darn it, it felt cool.

current reading list... maan will kill me for this.... is the continuation of love story( erich seagal's tear jerker love tempest chuva)... oliver's story. mushy-- but cool. wait till you read my love letters, pamatay!

Olivers_story

i am also reading social science books, mainly policy books(vicker). i also have this new book on judicial policymaking. i hope i will find the time to read all the books. i say, again, i hope! this might prove impossible.

also, i do not care if the new harry potter book will be released on july 16. truth is i cannot afford new books. all the marketing glitz will not affect me. what else is there for me to say?

hail to booksale.

let me tell you about the rat model. the rat model is the most feared process of learning. this is when a teacher assigned hundreds of cases for readings, thereby, it is expected that one should read a minimum of twenty cases per session. this is just the minimum.

i do not like the rat model ( who does). langdell , the one who invented, or at least resurrected the socratic model of learning at harvard, gave all law students their worst nightmare. the non-discussion of learning by teachers, rather, students are drilled to read, memorize and analyze cases. this requires a herculean effort. the rat model is here to plague me. but what the heck, this does not mean that i should cease enjoying life.

Combat_rats

the human model, courtesy of the one teacher's yale experience, is a welcome development for many of us. signs are ominous though that the human model is soon on the slide, unfortunately. the shifting sand of justice ika nga.

thus, i am bracing myself for the worst. like almost everyone i like the deal with just slacking and reading at my own pace. i call that, in my own whimsical way, a sort of built in advantage. experience, in this instance, counts a lot. nonetheless it is best to be prepared. no amount of shock should jolt me out of my consciousness.

to be laser focused, thanks to Mirriam Santiago, this is the challenge. this is not discounting other stuff. writing irreverent digests i cannot fathom as to what purpose, if any, it will serve. there is no choice but to follow.

i am no rat, but if need be, i could be worse. this the magic of human beings. we can be whoever we want to be, too bad that more often than not, we subject ourselves to ridiculous lows. we are afraid to scale the heights of our potentials. we scare ourselves out of our wits, fearful what good things we can actually achieve.

in the process we lose because we stunt ourselves from growing beyond mere laboratory rats.

let me tell you about the rat model. the rat model is the most feared process of learning. this is when a teacher assigned hundreds of cases for readings, thereby, it is expected that one should read a minimum of twenty cases per session. this is just the minimum.

i do not like the rat model ( who does). langdell , the one who invented, or at least resurrected the socratic model of learning at harvard, gave all law students their worst nightmare. the non-discussion of learning by teachers, rather, students are drilled to read, memorize and analyze cases. this requires a herculean effort. the rat model is here to plague me. but what the heck, this does not mean that i should cease enjoying life.

Combat_rats

the human model, courtesy of the one teacher's yale experience, is a welcome development for many of us. signs are ominous though that the human model is soon on the slide, unfortunately. the shifting sand of justice ika nga.

thus, i am bracing myself for the worst. like almost everyone i like the deal with just slacking and reading at my own pace. i call that, in my own whimsical way, a sort of built in advantage. experience, in this instance, counts a lot. nonetheless it is best to be prepared. no amount of shock should jolt me out of my consciousness.

to be laser focused, thanks to Mirriam Santiago, this is the challenge. this is not discounting other stuff. writing irreverent digests i cannot fathom as to what purpose, if any, it will serve. there is no choice but to follow.

i am no rat, but if need be, i could be worse. this the magic of human beings. we can be whoever we want to be, too bad that more often than not, we subject ourselves to ridiculous lows. we are afraid to scale the heights of our potentials. we scare ourselves out of our wits, fearful what good things we can actually achieve.

in the process we lose because we stunt ourselves from growing beyond mere laboratory rats.



women's liberation is men's liberation too.

it takes a lot of alchemy, but wonders of wonders, why is it that some things are not just damn fair. it is just not, no matter what.

women have it easier i tell you. women live longer. women can juggle family and career. women bear kids. women have perfect hair and usually smell nice.

men on the other hand, well, mostly die younger, the cause of death: heart attack. men cannot and should not cry, especially in public, lest he risks being ostracized for the rest of his wimpish life. men cannot have multiple orgasms. one is enough. two is too many. three is just squeezing the life out of whatever. it sucks. but that is what is true. this the ultimate revolution of our times. men are the weaker sex.

consider this is as further facts.

women are also easing out men in law school. before someone jumps at me and accuses me that i am being the "biggest" chauvinist, the statistics clearly show that there are now more women than men in law school. thus i say that with the objective truth and as a good development. in fact, i agree to that, indeed " it is about time."

the country also have elected two women presidents. the current president is the ultimate bitch, of course next only to rowee ( but i say bitch to rowee mainly because she likes being called as such, "endearing daw", and i say that more as a sign of respect; as for the president, she is the bitch. period). women rule the world in more ways than they could ever fathom. men on the other hand have to reasses their social rules. the old machismo concept is no more, and in fact should be no more. this gives rise to insecurity of great phallic proportion.

this is my only bone with this women empowerment, i just wish that women should be judged in the same parameters/yardsticks as we men are likewise being subjected to. out with the bias, anyway to give women uneccessary leverage, mainly brought forth with the idea that women are fainthearted, etc., etc., only impairs women's newly acquired confidence. such view is a disservice to whatever grounds women have already achieved.

i say forget about extra-paternalistic care, the truth being women can do it, and it is unfortunately the works, albeit misguided, of some men who are in the kowtows of powers that ticks me off, thinking themselves as the knight in shining armor out to save damsels in distress. on the other spectrum, men should not be treated unfairly, while we are allowing more social space to women, this is not a zero-sum game. all of us deserve the right and proper treatment; hence, equality in all aspects ( if ever that is possible), for truly then justice becomes more accessible, not just ideals mischeavously written in statutes, but lived out, more so experienced.

i know that everyone has his/her own biases. it is just that bad that sometimes people are measured not based on their abilities, but on how they look, on their gender, and on how they pronounce the english words. i say that is dumb. truly dumb. crap.

ok, i accept what maan said; less is more.

i met the bidlisiw people ( lina, anang, jean, and drew) at UP. lina as usual was her gracious self, she generously provided us with the lunch. anang, now the proclaimed fitness first advocate, by the way she is a muslim, cannot wait to pepper ask with questions that border on the obscene and on the practical. jean rather haphazardly told us that we were having the meeting not on the sunken graden, not knowing that we settled at the alpha betan way because there were seats there, and we did not want our butts getting wet from sitting on the ground. drew was his normal way, and he has improved his basic charm, and i must say, that is a positive development.

well, the lunch was nice. we had a picnic of sorts. jean, frankie and i were supposed to be the hosts, but as i have said, right now, i am flat broke, and in dire need of the result for that JOB.

we had a very interesting discussion about many things ( green and bear it). as for the project, we gave our support with the angeles aeta community literacy program and we set a "tentative" tentative timeline. we also agreed to have the project open for other people since we may need more manpower. we may meet two weeks from now at fontana, angeles, courtesy of lina, again, bless her.

after the meeting we proceeded at gateway. we wanted to see the great raid film but settled instead with bewitched. nicole kidman is yummy and i am trying to understand why tom cruise divorced her. the man is plainly crazy, nicole kidman is d-bomb! i do not normally like fair skinned women but she is just way, way pretty. the film was a feel good movie, light-- and just, well, bewitching.

on a more personal front, i am still really praying that all well pan out well. chutzpah.

i can probably write hundreds of qoutable qoutes however i am not going to do that, at least not now.

at the moment, i am just hilbay and dangat fatigue. my head is just spinning, while my body is aching for a comfortable bed.

i slept for only two hours last night. anyway i am just happy this week is over. i can finally forget about required readings.

sunday is rest day. thank god. finally.

anyway, suffice to say noel already gave me back my book. right now i do not want to think of anything. nada. zilch.

but first thing off my head though, i think i can use some foot spa.

i need pampering. do i score brownie points for wanting or at least imagining myself to be metrosexual?

god, i need a break.

i promised myself not to whine.

rowee made my night. this time she asked something not in the reading. at first, i thought to beat around the bush, but no, the better part of valor is something , alas, i can no longer recall. ergo, i stammered and accepted my fate. in short, someone was sodomized ( not me).

today is not my lucky day. come thursday, she said and promised, is another rowee day( yipee). i said i shall not gripe about anything, and so far i think i am doing well. i think.

despite all, i tell myself to stay positive. yes, the word is positive.

rowee is not an old bitch, though she claims that she is. well, maybe, but not just quite, she is just the lovable kind of bitch. she maybe is a bitch in a sense, but a she is bitch who needs attention, and whose whims i should learn to respond fast; ah, such loving maternal bitch i have to learn to live with.

people are people, and as is, fallible. fortunately no one is perfect except "dangat" and atty."perfecto" bragais. that ought to make everyone, me in particular, feel all the bit geedy, er, rosy.

stay positive i tell myself. yes, positive.

at my age, i can no longer afford to wallow in bitterness. there are too many books that i need to read and so little time. priorities. sex ( haha).

thus i say there are no false panaceas, for truth is, all panaceas are false ( what the hell is this?). the world is a bitter place,but it is no reason why i should join the bandwagon, and curse the high heavens for failure of expectations.

shit happens. big deal. the best learning is when one accept the fact that no matter what, trying harder is the only acceptable response. there is just no other way. no ifs nor buts.

on other things, i am quite sure that naga today is all feeling sad with the demise of roco. like raul roco, conrado de quiros, raul bonoan, and others, naga is home for me too.

ah there is something worth bitching so i am allowing myself to digress. noel is just a poor lier. until now, after months, and countless of promises, he has been unable to give me back my books. not that i am asking for bad karma to strike him, but unless he gives me back my books, i do not care if he is now part of the "legal eagles", he owes me my books, otherwise if he displeases me more, he might just find his legal wings clipped courtesy of me. =)

as promised, this is my piece on the forum on iblog, blogging against Gloria. mainly the content is from the talk of manolo quezon, a writer for the "today" newspaper (www.quezon.ph/blog).

according to manolo, blogging in the philippines is playing catch up with america, however the impact of blogging is growing. for writers, especially for those who are working in newspapers, blogging provides a forum beyond the salary, for in a way the newspaper is akin to a monarchy where the editor is the king. blogging allows the writer to write more openly, more intimately, and beyond the set parameters, thus, allowing experiments. also, the limitation of what is printed is truncated for fear of libel. the novel aspect of blogging, as compared with that of the papers, is that it provides instantenous interaction between the writers and the readers. it goes beyond the constrains of spaces and finances. also, it is faster.Peekaboob

manolo also gave a glimpse on the psyche of a writer. he said that writers are mainly insecure, and most want to be praised. as "exhibitionist", reactions elicited from the readers are important, be it negative or positive.

blogging is an important component for discussion. in a sense, blogging liberates, but concommitant with that is the fact that it also imprisons. such is the nature of words. his thesis mainly is this: those who do blogs are the ones who are literate, the reading and the skilled people. hence, if blogging, or at least the sentiments of those who do blogging are not heeded then things would fall apart, and most of the bloggers would migrate.

in the forum, i also saw coronel( pcij http://www.pcij.org/blog/) as well jj disini( www.disini.i.ph). well i took interest in the forum clearly because i too like blogging. in a way i like to write( although i doubt if i am good with this at all) and i like to try my hands in interesting things( although i am really not in the cutting edge, ps. i do not like nor have i tried playing computer games; my playing computer games experience is limited with pacman, battle city, and occassional word twist). operative word is that i try, do remember that please. jove francisco, reporter assigned to malacanang also attended. he has his blogsite(www.jovefrancisco.blogspot.com) too.

the most refutable fraternity in the philippines is asking me to join them. question, would i like to get clubbered again? i do not know. their head is a bicolano, and he assured me that he will make sure that i would get through the process relatively unscathed. honestly i like joining but i detest the process. i mean it sucks. physical tests make me shiver, not just because of the pain involved, but the glairing juvenile process of acceptance. the good thing out of the talk is that he reminded about the basics. it is survival of the fittest. remember i am not exactly fit ( literally and figuratively), but i think it sure is high time that i use my head more. i am not a kid anymore. i figure i should be making kids by now(harhar).

what makes sense is that there is no shortcut with my decision. pain is involved, so i might as well get the most of the experience( my choice). give it my all. not just the "sort of type" but the unqualified and happy absolutes i rightfully must devote myself into. ah, words again.

i am being a damn fool of an exhibitionist again.


as promised, this is my piece on the forum on iblog, blogging against Gloria. mainly the content is from the talk of manolo quezon, a writer for the "today" newspaper (www.quezon.ph/blog).

according to manolo, blogging in the philippines is playing catch up with america, however the impact of blogging is growing. for writers, especially for those who are working in newspapers, blogging provides a forum beyond the salary, for in a way the newspaper is akin to a monarchy where the editor is the king. blogging allows the writer to write more openly, more intimately, and beyond the set parameters, thus, allowing experiments. also, the limitation of what is printed is truncated for fear of libel. the novel aspect of blogging, as compared with that of the papers, is that it provides instantenous interaction between the writers and the readers. it goes beyond the constrains of spaces and finances. also, it is faster.Peekaboob

manolo also gave a glimpse on the psyche of a writer. he said that writers are mainly insecure, and most want to be praised. as "exhibitionist", reactions elicited from the readers are important, be it negative or positive.

blogging is an important component for discussion. in a sense, blogging liberates, but concommitant with that is the fact that it also imprisons. such is the nature of words. his thesis mainly is this: those who do blogs are the ones who are literate, the reading and the skilled people. hence, if blogging, or at least the sentiments of those who do blogging are not heeded then things would fall apart, and most of the bloggers would migrate.

in the forum, i also saw coronel( pcij http://www.pcij.org/blog/) as well jj disini( www.disini.i.ph). well i took interest in the forum clearly because i too like blogging. in a way i like to write( although i doubt if i am good with this at all) and i like to try my hands in interesting things( although i am really not in the cutting edge, ps. i do not like nor have i tried playing computer games; my playing computer games experience is limited with pacman, battle city, and occassional word twist). operative word is that i try, do remember that please. jove francisco, reporter assigned to malacanang also attended. he has his blogsite(www.jovefrancisco.blogspot.com) too.

the most refutable fraternity in the philippines is asking me to join them. question, would i like to get clubbered again? i do not know. their head is a bicolano, and he assured me that he will make sure that i would get through the process relatively unscathed. honestly i like joining but i detest the process. i mean it sucks. physical tests make me shiver, not just because of the pain involved, but the glairing juvenile process of acceptance. the good thing out of the talk is that he reminded about the basics. it is survival of the fittest. remember i am not exactly fit ( literally and figuratively), but i think it sure is high time that i use my head more. i am not a kid anymore. i figure i should be making kids by now(harhar).

what makes sense is that there is no shortcut with my decision. pain is involved, so i might as well get the most of the experience( my choice). give it my all. not just the "sort of type" but the unqualified and happy absolutes i rightfully must devote myself into. ah, words again.

i am being a damn fool of an exhibitionist again.


musings

i have been plagued with deep thoughts lately.

knowing that i am going to do something i never expected at this early to happen, and yet knowing that this should not happen; nonetheless it is happening, and while i would have wanted it unfolding differently, but could not, since things are meant to happen this way, and that things are already in motion, and it is just way out of my hands.

i am going to kill myself. figuratively that is. put myself out of my misery. pretend that no more of this exist, and that all the nice and the dreamlike scenarios would start to happen. i am putting an end to consciousness as it is. make a new start, ala tabula rasa.

i mean i am not going to be the same. i am going to make a start of Girl_thinking something different, something that is big, something that is spiritual. more like akin to death and life converged-- in other words, living la vida la loco.

if i talk nonsense, i should, i do not have any choice.

resorting to arcane language, metaphorically exposing myself, however innocous it may sound, yet hoping that through this, i give some things and, at the same time, also keep some of those things, however hard and stupid, is just classic weird and out of this world me. blabbing myself to the end, failing forward in a sense.

i am capable of weasel words when the situation warrants it. i am capable of many things if only i want to.

truth is, life works out differently from what we have planned. there the beauty lies, there i anchor my stab at this big death and ressurection dilemma. there are questions that i must answer by stopping to pretend that i have it all figured out. i have not.

many times i could not help but supress laughing at myself for being this fool and smart at the same time. honestly if i pull this off then, i could say i am that good or suave. delusions. my own way of unmasking my own soul.

i am different after all, so different from what others think of me. different in the sense that i cloak myself into words when all i want is just a simple kiss or a banana cue ( food again!). different in the sense that i just think of the day when i can just care not of anything else but just time and its passing.

i like to start anew. that means i have to invest on someone, and that someone should be myself. it is about time.it is weird but it makes absolute sense.

for the longest time i have been afraid to face the music. i am doing the samba, finally. i am taking charge of my direction. i am taking the risks. i am kissing the old goobye.

at one time of his life, a man has to stand up for his beliefs no matter the consequences. it defines humanity, and for me this is one of those moments. this is cathartic in that i am beggining to understand what are the essentials, those things that really count.

jitters. excitement. all of which assault me, rather, embrace me, in a good way, in a liberating manner.

i do not know what the future has stored for me, but i am happy standing on my own two feet. trying to muster enough strength to keep on standing. is this foolishness, time will tell.

i hope i would be forgiven. maybe some good things start with misdecision. maybe misdecisions, however difficult, are what i need to point me out to good choices.

serendepity brought a lot of good discoveries to science. i just wish mine is a fate that is good and that i have the courage and the wit to do just fine.

that i cry --and intermittenly smile-- is a welcome sign. it means that i am aware of the risks, and yet in spite of it or rather because of it, i am ready to take the risks.

i am ready to make that committment to myself and to my faith. i am ready to do the ultimate sacrifice and plunge to the ultimate twilight zone. the portals of wisdom awaits. the shadows of the past has now been exorcised.

socrates said something about becoming a sage after this decision. i cannot but trust the old gadly; i have no other choice. he said that it is but natural to give up, to do "it" with complete abandon, and in fact it is all logical. there are reckoning points in life one cannot ignore, only face with sufficient courage.

my instinct tells me that when socrates said that we must strive"to know thyself", i find that as one of the soundest advice. for me at this juncture in my life, it means just one thing. surrender. freedom.

committment ad infinitum.

nike had it all figured out.

( written with criminal intent and under the influence of brooding--a frew years ago)

qotable qoutes

dangat

i am perfect, well, almost.....

i am never wrong, ahh, yes, i was, once.... ( make it twice now)

you are digging your grave.... ( now that was comforting)

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florin

we are on top of the food chain....

i am more than just a bar topnotcher, it is actually something i am almost embarassed about....

that is a load of crap!!!

Fuck!!!

the bitch

you have no excuse not to memorize the provisions for i have memorized the whole civil code.... "triennial cohabitation" is three months after the marriage your wife remains a virgin (hehehe, ma'am, three years po).

wish list

christmas is around the corner so i am making an early christmas wish list.

tops my list is the work. i need to have a job. period. urgent.

studies. right now i am doing relatively well. i could do better. if only i will not feel so bored anymore. i honestly feel tired at times.

kiss. what would i do for a kiss? well, many, many things, including massage, etc., etc.

GMA to disappear. i think she is one of those things, er, people we can do without.

TV. i want to have a tv here in manila. i have a radio and a computer but i want to watch the news on tv again. also what is all the hype about big brother?

happiness. contentment. peace of mind. the usual stuffs that any normal people yearn. also health, not only for me but for my family and loved ones.

more bargain books at booksale. booksale is my favorite store bar none.

bar blues

september is the bar month. it is also the month for the penafrancia celebration, this is a big celebration in bicol where he hold our annual festivities for ina. the dearly beloved and sadly now departed raul roco was an avid believer of ina. this is a trait that most bicolanos shared. when i am at basilica, after going to visit my dad at the cemetery, i try to pray to ina. ina, our mother, comforts us, we believe in her, we love her. in short, we bicolanos just adore our women.

also, now that it is september it only means that i have just one more month for the rest of the semester. september, at least in the philippines, also signals the start of the christmas season, being the start of "ber" months. the merry seasons is now just around the corner. hopefully by then all these crazy political clashes will be over.

i have my biased, andEdsa2 strong one at that politically. i want that GMA booted out of office as a fitting christmas gift. far from flirting with chaos, as others would accuse me, i like the comfort of knowing that things are proceeding smoothly. however, there are just things beyond compromise. there are things where one should draw the line, even if the line be drawn at the sands. as they say let justice be done even if the ceiling falls. without truth, justice becomes elusive.

this makes me recall a discussion i had with milky and maan who while dinner averred that the impeachment case is not doing the country any good. personally i respect their views. yes, the whole impeachment episode is a unsettling, to some even a disgrace, however i remember the saying that the evil triumphs because the good men and women refused to do anything, thus for people to feign ignorance with what happens, for me, is passing off the buck. the emperor's new clothes was discovered as a fluke not by a courageous man but by an innocent child. that story ought to teach us a lesson on humanity and truth. in the end, we have to responsible not only for ourselves but also for our own country.

dangat put it in analogy. why was it wrong for luke skywalker to succumb to the dark forces despite the overwhelming strenght of evils, and does the fact that luke skywalker was driven to the other side all because of his love for his wife does not amount to anything? my point is this, i try not to be that moralist about the whole thing, after all the question of politics belongs to a different plane according to machiavelli-- but that is just the point, to refuse to view the whole scenario from the moralist perspective is to compromise one's humanity. for me the moment we try forget our ideals, our cherished truth, we are as good as death. i am contradicting myself, or maybe not, but i am too willing to do even that just to impress my argument that unlike the president whose flip flops belong to the guinness books of records-- she does things for no apparent reason except she is spineless and clingy to powers, and of course, also because she is a bitch-- there are just things that even the most grand cover up can not hide. this one of those things.

when we begin to live not on moral standards but rather on fear, aspiring for the truth, at least in this country, would mean the wavering of the stock market, the plunge of the already devalued peso, and that chaos and other seemingly dark stuff would descend on this poor republic of ours, spelling economic and social doom, is just damn off tangent. this is vodoo economics at its lowest form. my response is that say i do not care. GMA occupying the presidency in the first place is anchored on precarious grounds, if not stolen votes. fact is, she is the cause of all these troubles, not the solution. she does us no good by throwing our country into further disunity with her staying in office.

another is if we begin to peddle our ideals to the highest bidder, when all we can get is a flimsy semblance of normalcy, and yet the root, our roots as people, is despicably in tatters, whose stink reaches even to the high heavens, then salvation for this country is just a false hope. with her, this country is beyond redemption, at worst. no wonder most of our people are migrating to other countries. really, when the president is the biggest stumbling block for progress what hope is there for a simple citizen?Thousand_miles____by_bunnyflavour

again, i have to emphasize that honor and truth are something we should all aspire for no matter what. trust in the society, on our very own government that every person's vote has been validly counted and not prostituted by the erring comelec officials is a right. this is an inherent right that each of the citizen of this republic deserves. a government by the people, of the people, and for the people as what was espoused by lincoln also hold true for us. we are a country beholden to no power but to our own. we do not owe our allegiance to a president who had us in the first place.

i say that when my commander in chief denies me the respect i rightfully deserve i shall tell her to fuck herself. she has no right for my respect, for she is infecting the country with her disease. democracy is not about appearances. democracy is about respect and honesty. democracy while it aspires for equality is not given in a golden spoon, for more often than not it would entail sacrifice, courage, and sometimes even the sacrifice of blood. democracy is not about processes which are fixed, designed to manipulate the people, altered to suit one's twisted interests. that is no democracy, that is a creeping martial law.

yes, i agree that the whole impeachment deal is almost absurd, even comical, but not to undergo the whole thing, to completely sweep everything under the rug is the height of a social tragedy, a day of infamy in our country's democracry. this is democracy in dysfunction, best decribed in a frigid kafka-esque manner. thus, if we settle with politics of deceits and lies, by then we have refused to see the truth all because for the reason that the truth is unsettles. we then favor the shadows over the real beings, harboring illusions over the truth. the truth may stink and the truth may make us see and feel beyond our own comfort zones. nonetheless, other than truth what else can we have? where else can we pin our redemption?

is this the country that i deserve? is this the president i shall obey. i say NO.

the president may have cowed the rest of congress to submission but not all of us. the rest of the country cannot fall into believing her political sleigh of the hands tricks. magic is pure trickery. like everyone else, i deserve the truth and no amount of political make over orEdsarevolt cosmetic can change the fact that her occupying the presidency is a lie. she is worst than erap, for at least erap had the decency to go when he knew that his time had gone. erap had one thing going for him, and this i believe is a good excuse, he was bobo, but GMA, doctor of economics, a former presidential daughter, plain and simple is just thicked face and power hungry.

going back to that discussion over dinner, mostly i kept quiet, told myself what they were saying made sense. i agree that, indeed, having our illusions is better at times. mostly i could only telll myself that the truth while it promises to set us free makes most of us squemish. with that, i ate my chicken and had my stomach filled.

going back.... to the bar...

yesterday i went to taft la salle. saw some of my classmates and friends there. don tejada. my brod from utopia, was there. his wife giggete is taking the bar. d and berting were there too, as well as the sigma rhoan boys from my class who cheered everytime one of their barriesters was through with the exams. i also tried to look for the local UNC pipol. i know that allan and sheryl are taking the bar this year. i wanted to give them the utopia notes but i could not find them, the crowd was like a sea of people, only that the crowd is not just ordinary people, it was of a different kind, the law student kind. anyway i thought to myself, sana, when i take the bar, pumasa ako. i mean, delayed na nga, bumagsak pa. also if i do take the bar, i will wear a t-shirt with these words printed: bicolano, oragon, paralook sana. i think that would be funny, and definitely an anti-bar statement-- at least for myself.

tomorrow is my interview. hmmm. i am crossing my fingers for good things.

i also recieved the invitation for the binyag of milky's daughter. the binyag will be at dagupan, which makes my attendance at the ceremony somehow almost impossible. the reason is that i have class on saturday. malayo ang dagupan. bahala na. sayang, they also plan to go the hundred islands.

i dont think i can go home for the fiesta. i miss the taste of adobo and tilapiang buhi. i would sound like a dickhead but i miss my bed at home as well. not to mention my loved ones whom i have not seen for months now. the pangs of missing them is sometimes too overpowering, but i have to get my head straight. the risk of getting singkos for absences is a possibility i cannot flirt with at the moment.

sobrang tintamad ako right now. burned out? wala. i do not know. maybe. maybe not. i hope the merry months of september rubs off on me. i wish.

random thoughts

fashion...

i do not know if this is a good thing or bad but i am wearing light colors for my clothes, and for the first time in my life, albeit belatedly i guess, i am becoming a little aware with clothes fashion (harhar). talk about late bloomer of sorts, if ever there is one.

but i am going ahead of myself, i like experimenting with colors, at least for now, and i do have started to try to iron my clothes with mixed yet more often disastrous results. i find myself giddy doing such inane things. fact: i am still a virgin when it comes to ironing clothes.

as to other news...

finally the government office i applied for has scheduled my interview. a cliche sums it best: just when i needed it most. the timing is right. this government job is just what i need for it is near my place. also it will allow me to do some " supposedly social good", primarily because it involves sleuthing, research, etc, and laws. a job that is just within my alley, however i still want, er, itch to teach. teaching is for me one of the coolest job in the entire big, big world. the problem with teaching is it is seasonal and that most universities are situated in manila. the travel time is just a tad too vexing to commute from quezon city to manila and vice versa. so, at the moment, considering the constrains and personal priorities, i must settle with a 8-5 job. i am hoping i land this job. the pay may not be as high, there are othere perks nonetheless. i just have to make both ends meet. beggars cannot afford to be expensive.

for the social front...

the gma impeachment is well, to be technical about the whole charade, dead. the pro-impeachment does not have the number and the majority, unfortunately, sides with the president. it is a numbers game, and whoever has the majority can play tyrranical. that is the sad truth about politics. i have just a commentary on this issue. i think the failure of the the pro-impeachment is not that they do not talk about the truth, only that both sides suffer from credibility. it is a matter of rocking the boat too hard that people are in turn afraid to make a required stake for the truth. after all the church herself has grown hostage to politics, why would the bishop refuse to condemn the immoral if not illegal acts of GMA beats the hell out me. garci, for the life in me is nowhere to find, and seriously that is just impossible if the government really is hell bent on finding him.

there is no question that a conspiracy exists but the pro-impeachment camp has failed miserably to raise the alarm. joker is partially right when he said that the pro-impeachment group is a bunch of whiners. you have escudero, remulla, etcs. leading the young pack of the pro-impeachment, young leaders who have been raised in the traditional, privileged lifestyle, all coming from their respective affluent families. whatever idealisms they have, i suspect, is colored by their elite and insulated upbringings. they are, sadly, a bunch of spoiled brats who happened to have the power and money to end up as congressmen. that they will aspire for higher positions is without an iota of doubt. i think this is one reason why despite all the sound bites the impeachment group has not roused the consciousness of the greater majority.

i am not saying that the anti-impeachment group is any better. in fact, to my view, they are worst. restating the moro-moro in the congress, this is all about a fight for the impeachment, yes, but in truth this is still the elite versus the elite. the middle class and the masses fail to situate themselves in this struggle. my gripe about this is while there is no doubt that GMA should be impeached, the dilemma stays, staring us in our face, and the questions such as how to do it and who should replace her are frighteningly unaswered. the fact that kabayan is next in line brings no comfort. politics sadly is not about just plain numbers, but of interests, and mainly interests of those who are in power. this is another sad fact of life.

sigue...

two nights ago while in philcoa i saw the body of a allegedly holdaper at the overpass. he was gunned down by the police. made me think about the possibilities of life. one thing is certain, we should all try to live properly while we still can. the greatest form of democracy is death. we all should try to add colors to our lives while we still can. this is not just a matter of choice but of necessity, for to live a lackluster and colorless life is worse than the expected and shared fate of everyone: six feet underground. the impeachment is dead. we can at least try to ressurect our lives, and hopefully, i do pray, without GMA.

academe...

teachers are human. sometimes it is better to keep one's mouth shut. in a true or false item, i answered false because of the way the question was phrased. minus five freaking points. i just could not believe it. how could an exception prevail over the general rule. for me, the question should have been started with the word "all...". anyway, when i raised that point i decided to backtrack. i do not think she is the sort of who would kindly take criticism in a good attitude. as i have said i have been a teacher once, but some teachers are just way out there, teaching chaos and vague vanity when there should have been none. my handwriting still requires a vast improvement. i think this is an unfortunate handicapped.

heroes

GMA does it again. to be indecisive, that is. you tell me, what else is new.

today is heroes day. lamentably, the palace was unsure of what to make up of today. declare this day a holiday or not. well what is annoying is that it took them so long to decide, also only after several conflicting news releases were they finally able to make up their freaking minds.

i say that this is an ominous sign of doomsday for this regime. the hell, the woman cannot make up her mind. must be the fact that she is not getting any since her husband is at overseas makes her mind fucking frigid, oppss. makes me wonder, now that she has plenty time for sex but no partner, what other recourse does she have. self-help? ah, power is supposed to be the best aphrodisiac.

the subic issue is also warping the news. licuanan resigned from the chair, thus here comes the political vultures, all out to get the spoils. gordon vs magsaysay group. why the hell couldn't they just commit hara-kiri!!! i mean it. that would do this banana republic a good thing; purge all the bad people so that all the good people stay. if that happens we can really celebrate heroes day, the big RED DAY, what more we can probably include them as paltry heroes.

point is, i mean, at least i am now serious, there is no direction unless we shame our so-called politicians from further oppressing us. we let them fool us after all. we are consenting slaves. i say let all the social preys be vanished, so that we, the little people, can decide for our own, free from the shallow and self serving policies of the elite. so that we can just snore ourselves to death and complete bliss in the guise of freedom and equality.

and the terrorist, gad, i wish they would be decimated with their own bombs. imagine little kids getting injuries, and some getting killed, all for a political issue these crazy and stupid deviants wish to advocate. granted that they may have legitimate grievances but at the expense of the innocent civilians! as if this country has not enough problems, these terrorists shatters our sense of false peace, our way of living. i cannot believe that god will be merciful with them, but in their twisted belief they do! i think that they shall roast in hell, for that is what they truly deserve. kids, i mean, real kids, suffering third degree burns. abbu sayyaf my ass. they are the dregs of our society!!! all the bombs should be stuffed inside their ass to teach them just what it means to really explode.

but i digress, what i really want is world peace, happiness, and security, and plenty of legal sex for everybody who has the "right", maturity, and the church blessing. is that too much to ask? maybe, but then, to think of other things less noble than that is to surrender what is beautiful and humane in me. god is love. it sounds like any other grand motherhood statement, yet in essence, all grand statements are the most basic truths we often forget in our daily struggles to exist. the motherhood statements matter. as they say, in case of doubt, just put justice, equity, and fairness as answer. you get at least some points for trying to sound a doomed idealist.

love. heroes. both of the few things we need in this world. why can we not have adam sandler as our president? he seems cool.

indecision

GMA does it again. to be indecisive, that is. you tell me, what else is new.

today is heroes day. lamentably, the palace was unsure of what to make up of today. declare this day a holiday or not. well what is annoying is that it took them so long to decide, also after several conflicting news releases were they able to make up their freaking minds. this is an ominous sign of doomsday for this regime. the hell, the woman cannot make up her mind. must be the fact that she is not getting any since her husband is overseas. makes me wonder, now that she has plenty time for sex but no partner, what other recourse does she have. fool.

the subic issue is also warping the news. licuanan resigned from the chair, thus here comes the political vultures, all out to get the spoils. gordon vs magsaysay group. why the hell couldn't they just commit hara-kiri!!! i mean it. that would do this banana republic a good thing. purge all the bad people so that all the good people stay. if that happens we can really celebrate heroes day, what more we can probably include them as heroes. point is, i mean, at least i am now serious, there is no direction unless we shame this people from further oppressing us. let all the social preys be vanished, so that we, the little people, can decide for our own, free from the shallow and self serving policies of the elite.

and the terrorist, gad, i wish they would be decimated by their own bombs. imagine little kids getting injuries, and some getting killed, all for a political issue they wish to advocate. granted that they may have legitimate grievances but at the expense of the innocent civilians. as if this country has not enough problems, these terrorists shatters our sense of peace, our way of living. i cannot believe that god will be merciful with them. i think that they shall roast in hell, for that is what they truly deserve. kids, i mean, real kids, suffering third degree burns. abbu sayyaf my ass. they are the dregs of our society!!!

i just want world peace, happiness, and security. is that too much to ask? maybe, but then, to think of other things less noble than that is to surrender what is beautiful and humane in me. god is love. it sounds like a grand motherhood statement, yet in essence, all grand statements are the most basic truths we often forget in our daily struggles to exist.

love.

indecision

GMA does it again. to be indecisive, that is. you tell me, what else is new.

today is heroes day. lamentably, the palace was unsure of what to make up of today. declare this day a holiday or not. well what is annoying is that it took them so long to decide, also after several conflicting news releases were they able to make up their freaking minds. this is an ominous sign of doomsday for this regime. the hell, the woman cannot make up her mind. must be the fact that she is not getting any since her husband is overseas. makes me wonder, now that she has plenty time for sex but no partner, what other recourse does she have. fool.

the subic issue is also warping the news. licuanan resigned from the chair, thus here comes the political vultures, all out to get the spoils. gordon vs magsaysay group. why the hell couldn't they just commit hara-kiri!!! i mean it. that would do this banana republic a good thing. purge all the bad people so that all the good people stay. if that happens we can really celebrate heroes day, what more we can probably include them as heroes. point is, i mean, at least i am now serious, there is no direction unless we shame this people from further oppressing us. let all the social preys be vanished, so that we, the little people, can decide for our own, free from the shallow and self serving policies of the elite.

and the terrorist, gad, i wish they would be decimated by their own bombs. imagine little kids getting injuries, and some getting killed, all for a political issue they wish to advocate. granted that they may have legitimate grievances but at the expense of the innocent civilians. as if this country has not enough problems, these terrorists shatters our sense of peace, our way of living. i cannot believe that god will be merciful with them. i think that they shall roast in hell, for that is what they truly deserve. kids, i mean, real kids, suffering third degree burns. abbu sayyaf my ass. they are the dregs of our society!!!

i just want world peace, happiness, and security. is that too much to ask? maybe, but then, to think of other things less noble than that is to surrender what is beautiful and humane in me. god is love. it sounds like a grand motherhood statement, yet in essence, all grand statements are the most basic truths we often forget in our daily struggles to exist.

love.

hostage?

the inquirer's headline is that GMA is a hostage of the impeachment. the reason for that is she has to appoint the minion of Sen. Gordon to the post of SBMA chair to court favor. i shall not go into the nitty gritty as to how and why she is a political hostage of sorts. suffice to say, i just wish that she would commit hara kiri for the good of the rest of us. if possible, she might as well include the rest of the stupid politicians we have around, as well as the venerable kingpins of this banana republic, like eddie velarde and the self-imposed impotent men of the white cassocks, for that much required political cleansing. that would do us good.

i am a gushing dangat fan.basta i like him better than even all of them combined. he is a good educator.

florin

some people are rolling in joy today. the reason: florin is out.

what a relief.