Boxed up.

Sheldon | Portrayed by Andrew Garfield in the short-movie “I’m here”

When your friends ask you to put a box on your head for a photo opportunity. HAHA.

GOOD OMENS

This bears blogging as I cannot express my delight in 140 characters in Twitter (plus i get fail whaled). My two favorite fantasy writers (who are still alive and well) agreed to make Good Omens into a 4 part miniseries (This is the part where I try so hard not to type everything in caps lock). This is so fucking awesome!!! My God, that book was one of the best I've read!!!

Football improves my european languages skills

For example,
"Puta Madre" was shouted by Cesc
That translated= Mother Well-you-know-what-comes next

Or the British style english
"F***ing what! What! F*** you!" which Wayne Rooney screamed at the Tv cameras

And who could forget Didier Drogba's shout of "F***ing disgrace" which is now a classic.

Hugo lloris shouting incoherent French bad words which I will soon research. hahaha. I got merde out of that rant.

And german words I shall never forget:
"Scheisse" "Gottverdammt" "Dummkopf"

love football.

Football keeps me up at night and early on the next day.

11:00 on a Sunday night and I am faithfully stationed in front of my computer, waiting for live streams from football matches around Europe. Time and date ceases to matter. My state of anxiety is on the moderate scale; focus narrowed on only this game and nothing more beyond that. This is my life right now. And if things go as I planned, I'd be doing the same thing in the future. Maybe even be writing about it as a professional. God I love football. So much passion and life in one sport. It keeps me alive during the dull dreary moments of my life. 

The above photo is my future workplace(one could dream). I've been a fan of Opta for a while now and I've loved how they get the most accurate statistics about football to keep fans and journalists informed. One of my favorite bloggers got a visit to the headquarters and he tweeted that it had monitors where you can watch and compare videos of any and all things related to football. Imagine that. Simply heaven. 

GAGA KA! -Words of Wisdom about love and lust from Mr. Psyche Lecturer

"Anak, huwag na huwag kang magpapakatanga! Kung sinampal ka nang nobyo mo, uulit-ulitin niya yan! Kaya ngayon pa lang hiwalayan mo na siya! Gamitin mo lang konti pero hiwalayan mo din!" 

-about early signs of an abusive boyfriend.

"Pag may nagtangkang mang-rape sa'yo, kausapin mo at pakiusapan ang rapist. Ang tingin nyan sa iyo ay hindi tao kundi object lang! kaya kailangan mong ipakita na tao ka!"

-on rape

"kayong mga babae pag may mga boyfriend kayo nawawala nag independence nyo, lahat nalang nang desisyon tinatanong pa sa boyfriend! Huwag kayong magpaka-bobo! Hidni dapat 100% ang ibinibigay nyo! Dapat magtira kayo para sa sarili nyo!"

-on girls in relationships

"Ang Diet ay para ma-control ang cholesterol etc. intake! Hindi para pumayat! kung gusto nyong pumayat mag exercise kayo! Hindi diet ang solusyon para pumayat kayo!"

-on diet and exercise

Look For Them At Game Shows.

Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the Great Pinoy Circus! Here we showcase a plethora of circus freaks to appease your voyeuristic tendencies! The best thing about our circus is that we broadcast them LIVE OB TELEVISION! No other circus can do that for you! Wait, I hear a question in the crowd. What makes these freaks stand out from other circus freaks, you say? Well, our circus freaks are actually NORMAL people. These normal people will do anything and everything just to grab fistfuls of money from our wonder, magnificent and truly humble ring master! They’ll sing, dance, act and they’ll definitely cry. They’ll strip off their dignity just to get money! Money! Money! Money which we have in abundance, of course, ladies and gentlemen! 


Now, a warning before we begin when you look at them, please look at them the way our studio looks at them, as nothing but freaks! Do not let even attempt to think they are human beings because they are mere circus performers to entertain you! These freaks are from the poorest sector of our country! That’s why we find it easy to exploit their kind. They are so piss poor they will do anything for just a bit of money! 


What about our ringmaster?! Well he just recently flaunted his wealth in magazine spreads. Did you see his yacht or his mansions?! He’s richer than the devil ladies and gentlemen! He gives out money to these poor freaks like he’s handing out candies! No big deal for him! But of course, in return he wants entertainment. The kind we Filipinos love so much! We want to watch our fellow countrymen embarrass themselves on television; this is reality TV to the truest sense of the word! Is it some form of bullying?! What a question! It’s not bullying if we’re paying them for it ladies and gentlemen! Look at their eager little faces, they want to entertain you! It’s not bullying if they participate in it! Can’t you see how much our ringmaster loves these freaks? He hugs them, cries with them and gives them money! He shows a wonderful sense of generosity and kindness and by doing this our ratings are sky high!!! We are number one!  

Well looks like our show is about to start, so take your seats and enjoy the show!

Here I Go Again

There are two opposing sides to the RH Bill. The Anti-RH mostly made up of devout Catholics and the Pro-Rh supporters, Catholics or none Catholics alike. I never expected to be exposed to ardent supporters of both sides during our board reviews but lo and behold, here comes a lecturer from an esteemed Catholic university from the northern region who supports the RH Bill strongly because he is pro-life.

Pro-Life; a term I absolutely hate because it implies that the other side is anti-life. And what's worse is that the people coining that term comes from the religious sector. Now this lecturer, Mr. Anti, talked about how we, of the medical community, must appeal not to our emotions but rather to our conscience and knowledge. That we of all people should know that this bill's end result is abortion. He also said that if poverty is the problem, then give them jobs. At that moment, the expression on my face could be described in three letters=WTF.

Today, on the other hand, we got a lecturer who seems to have a better grasp on the current reality of the Philippine nation. This lecturer, Mr. Pro, explicitly said that laws like the RH Bill should be passed because this bill will help educate the poor. The poor and uneducated sector which comprises of almost more than half of the nation is the ones with the large and increasing number of children. They are the ones contributing to the greater percentage of maternal and child mortality in our country. Giving them jobs will not solve our problems. Mr. Anti has also forgotten the fact that we are a poor country. Our economy cannot sustain giving jobs to everyone.

I remembered an economics professor once told our class that the wealth of the Philippines is distributed in three parts. She illustrated it using an inverted pyramid. The greatest portion of the wealth, the bottom part of the pyramid which must belong to the poor is owned by the few rich Filipinos, the middle portion by the middle class and the topmost, the smallest portion belongs to the poor sector. This is our reality.

Just recently I watched a video by Juana Change, at the beginning it shows housewives fighting against a bill which they know so little of. The only knowledge they obtained about the bill is from what the priest has been lecturing them. Again, the word Pro-life is being abused.  Love that video because it was deceptively simple yet it’s what we call “sagad sa buto”. 

I Want To Make Them Feel

I am not a fighter in the literal sense of the word. I do not fight because I am always the weaker one. Verbal battles I avoid because my sarcasm flies over people's heads therefore I lose. But give me pen, a laptop or a PC and I will fight through the written word. If you ask me what I can do best for my country, I can write. I want to write because I want the people to read my words to let them know I care and that they should care too. The Filipinos mainly do not care. Or they may take an interest, up the sword, swing it a few times, get tired then find another more interesting subject. I do not want to be stuck in mud my whole life. I cannot withstand a job that I do not care about. It is a job, loveless. I want to work. I want work with feelings because I need to have emotions in order to be alive. I want to fight for my country through the written word. I want to participate in fighting for what I believe in. Right now I truly care about the RH Bill, I support the bill because I want my fellow Filipinos to have an informed choice, and I want the bill because I want them to have more choices in reproductive Health. I was educated as a health professional and therefore i think as one. I let go of my previous religion because it hinders me. I do not like the ones in high office, the officials who love to being in front of cameras and acting like they are in a drama series. I do not like that they insist on having mass. And I despise that those priests frequently use up half of their homily time talking about how wrong the RH Bill is. Let the people decide for themselves. You are not their brains. They have one. Let them use it.

Rome Is Burning

Japan with the earthquakes. Apparently, its normal occurrence in their country and I'm not too aware of that fact. But what worried me about the recent earthquakes is the hindrance to their rebuilding process. Japan is rebuilding. It has taken its stand against earthquakes and tsunamis with grace and dignity which I envy them for. On the other parts of the world, Libya, currently being run by Gaddaffi is now being bombed by other nations. Yet Gaddafi stood proud on a pulpit and announced to his supporters, he will not yield, they will win this war. He may be a dictator but I envy his confidence, his self assurance.

Look at the rest of the world, fighting for what they believe in. Look at them now, we were once just like them. We fought the most beautiful war against our own dictator years past. It was a beautiful war because it was a war of peace, the people stood up and declared they want to fight for freedom. It was a war of peace because arms were taken down, people held hands and prayed. I am a Filipino. I am proud to be one. But I am not proud of the way we behave. Envision a flood filled city, heavy downpours, people struggling to find shelters, amidst the chaos are the opportunistic people grabbing and stealing what could be sold. During a fire, there are so many helping hands...most of those help themselves to salvageable unburnt stuff to steal. Threats of a calamity may scare people in other countries to run towards safety. We remain in our homes because we don't want to leave our appliances and livelihood despite imminent death. A volcano is spewing hot ashes all over the town yet people still stay because they don't want to leave their houses and livelihood behind. A car crash happens, Filipinos flock closer to the site. The news feeds us with sensationalism bullshit. we receive chain texts/mails/tweets about ridiculous stuff and believe them without checking their validity. When we are against something, our best action is to make a rally/strike. We hate heavy traffic yet we are the ones contributing to it by not following street rules. We have grown stupid and senseless. We act like headless chickens.
We were not satisfied with EDSA1, we made an EDSA2...a shadow of the first. Then came EDSA3, an insult to the real EDSA 1 revolution. Thousands of country folk flock to the city to find jobs. They are uneducated, what has the city to offer them but the only available job of begging and stealing?! We have government officials who do not care about the people. We have teachers in schools who do not teach us to think but rather to comply.   I hate how much we're stuck in a rut. I hate how we tolerate all these. I hate how no one stands up, and people stand up with that somebody and wake up the sleeping spirit of nationalism. We were once called the future generation of Filipinos, heroes and martyrs put their hopes on us. Look at us now. Look at where we are. Look how different we are from countries like Japan, and not in a good way. Look at ourselves, decaying from the inside. We have gone rotten. 

What Graduating means for me

In that very moment we step up in that stage and take our diplomas, 

we are but a step closer to reaching the stars.