Saturday, November 28, 2015

Huwag si Duterte, Please

Nakita natin kung paano dumiskarte si Hon. Rodrigo Duterte sa famous hit song ni Regine, Urong-Sulong. Yun nga ang bagay na theme song sa kanya.

At ngayon, nalugod ang mga fans niya dahil official na siyang tatakbo for the highest office in the land.

So ito ngayon ang pakiusap ko sa inyong lahat. Huwag niyong iboto si Duterte. Oo. Please lang. Huwag si Duterte.

Bakit? Ano ba ang masama kay Duterte? Maganda ang na-achieve niya sa Davao, at compared sa ibang presidential candidates, wala siyang bahid na anong dumi at hindi siya maitim… I mean, hindi maitim ang budhi niya dahil wala naman siyang na-launch na black propaganda against other contenders. In fact, I saw one interview na binigyan pa niya ng papuri yung iba, even the candidate with the most unlikely attribute, binigyan niya ng positive comment.

But why not vote for Duterte?

Bakit nga ba hinangaan si Duterte? Naniniwala ako na humanga ang lahat sa strong and uncompromising character ni Duterte. Just like Miriam, pero talagang macho-politico ang approach niya- Duterte and Death walking like besties against the society’s beasts.

Kahit ako humanga. And not just his uncompromising character na kasing level ni Miriam, pati din ang progress ng Davao. So why am I against the idea of Duterte winning the presidency?

I don’t mind him becoming the president of the Philippines. I am not against him. I am against those people who encouraged him to run for president, dahil napahanga sila sa kanyang katigasan.

Philippines, handa ba talaga kayo para sa katulad ni Duterte? Iisa lang ang iniisip ko kung maging pangulo man si Duterte o si Miriam- mahihirapan sila sa pagpapalakad ng bansa, at mismong gobyerno nila ang unang-unang makakalaban nila.

Remember when Miriam was a Cabinet official, the whole bureau was against her when she started to clean up the mess and straighten up the acts of her officials. And they were successful to remove her from office.

Isipin niyo Pilipinas, they will implement DISCIPLINE- something that is basic to other countries but is totally an alien concept everywhere else in the archipelago.

Hindi ko minamaliit ang kapwa ko, pero tumingin ka lang sa iyong kaliwa at kanan at mauunawaan mo ang sinasabi ko.

I predict na once they start all the reforms and discipline, yung mga pumuri kay Duterte, they will be the same people who will cry out to crucify him, tatalikuran din nila si Duterte at sasabihin na malupit siyang Pangulo. This is not the first time in our history that our people betrayed the same man whom they voted for.

Panginoon, patawarin niyo po ang mga Pinoy, dahil hindi nila alam kung ano ang kanilang hinihingi.

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

A Suitable Marriage

A Suitable Marriage

This is about the pursuit of my family to marry me off to some unfortunate girl. Of course, I am writing under the influence of my new obsession-Downton Abbey.

I have told you in a previous entry that I am, above all, the prime bearer of the family’s name who will continue the legacy of my mother’s and father’s families. In fact, my documents identify me with two family names (I dread the times that I have to fit four names in the columns when I am filling up forms).

Curious enough, my parents never bothered me with questions about when do I plan to get married, or if I am dating some fancy girl, or if I have any love-life at all. But I am perpetually pestered by uncles and aunts, and family friends, and members of our religious community, as if my personal life should be everybody’s concern.

It’s easy to dismiss inquiries and I am not bothered by it, but when they start forwarding phone numbers, setting me up with a girl, inviting me over for dinner or parties just to meet a particular girl, those are the times that my holy patience is being tested. I try to be nice enough to accept invitations and properly give hints that there’s no future at all for their attempts of marrying me off to some girl.

I look at myself in the mirror and ask why. I am not that handsome or rich. I do not consider myself to be professionally successful. Why all of a sudden I am being treated as one of the most sought after bachelor?

It’s probably because in the community of our religious persuasion singlehood is a sign of spiritual and social failure. They don’t want to admit that so they steel up their hypocrisy by claiming blessed singleness, but you know and feel that they look down on you. (And this is where I lose all my gracious manners) FUCK YOUR HOLY SHITS IF YOU THINK I’M A LOSER. ST. PAUL WAS NEVER MARRIED, SO WAS JESUS, BUT NONE OF YOU ASSHOLES CLAIMED THAT THEY WERE WANKERS LIKE ME, YOU STUPID SONS OF BITCHES.

Back to regular programming.

I am supposed to be single, for now. I make no efforts at all to find a partner. I am still concerned with what would people say or think (at least the members of our holy community). And above all, what would happen to my family and my relationship with my family if I tell them “Mama, Papa, Sis, Lolas, uncles, and aunts, meet Mr. Right, I suck his cock every night and I truly love him”. They will definitely tear their clothes and put on rags, fall prostrate on the ground, put ashes on their heads, fast like demented prophets, as they cry out to God for forgiveness.

It could happen you know. I mean, I once made fun of Pacquiao and the church sent me a letter the following day telling me that I am suspended from my ministerial post. And my mother was mad and delirious.

I’ve heard the disgusted remarks of many of my cousins, so I guess I won’t be relying on their support. Not even my other best friend. He is convinced that I could change and that he is going to set me up on a date with some girl in Milan.

Recently, my sister has announced that she is finally pregnant. And the pressure on me to get married became even more oppressive. They were already offering me ugly girls. It doesn’t matter how they look. What matters is that I am set in an approved match and a suitable marriage. And it is really tiring.

What would be a suitable marriage for me?

In their opinion, I must marry a girl of our same faith, friend of the family, financially stable and be willing to become one of the Lord’s faithful servants.

And I spit on that.

I need to find a guy who is not necessarily rich but has the financial means to marry me in another European country where same-sex marriage is legal (we’re still waiting for it to be legalized here) and would accept me, an estranged individual who has no wealth, nor rank, nor family. As much as I fancy carrying on the family’s name, I would be forced to drop it and take the name of my future husband, and give my husband’s name to my children. But he must be willing to embrace the values and principles of my spiritual inclination. And he shouldn’t be a Muslim. Arab men are hot. But no. He must be a Christian too. But if he’s Arab and a member of the Orthodox Church, I can consider that.

But for now, I have myself. I am not unhappy. I have considered someone as my possible match, but nothing is official and sure for now.

Maybe I’m just being stupid and choosy? Maybe I have considered too many practical aspects?

Anyway, a suitable marriage is never easy to find or devise. That’s why I do not trust other people’s offers sometimes. It’s shitload full to the brim.

Sunday, November 22, 2015

Downton Junkie Season 1, Ep. 6- Season of Love and Politics

Lady Sybil is beginning to get more involved in politics and the movement for women’s right to vote. Of course, it was unthinkable for an aristocratic lady to be involved in politics and have interest in it. So as the Dowager Countess puts it, “…her husband would tell her what her opinions are.”

Lord Grantham and the Dowager Countess were troubled by this, especially the Dowager Countess who thought this could be a problem when Lady Sybil would be presented to Their Majesties for the debut season.

I thought it was romantic the exchange between Branson and Lady Sybil in the car when they were talking about politics. I love guys who talk about politics.

She’s actually helping out a housemaid, Gwen, to get a job a secretary. When Gwen was losing all her hopes and dreams of a better life, Lady Sybil said, “And that’s why we must stick together. Your dream is my dream now. And I’ll make it come true.” And she’s not saying this as a charitable aristocrat but as a woman who struggles for the same dream- to be an emancipated creature.

As for the emotional weather report regarding the romance between Matthew and Lady Mary, well, they kissed! Finally, they admitted to themselves that they love each other. Lady Mary reported it to her mother who was delighted because her eldest child’s getting married AND the estate would not be given away. But Lady Mary decided that she would still tell Matthew of her secret, of what happened to her Turkish escapade.

But it seemed all too easy. Something’s about to happen here that will abruptly hinder the growing love between Matthew and Mary.

Saturday, November 21, 2015

Downton Junkie Season 1 Ep. 5. Sibling Rivalries

This episode highlights the desperate attempts of the Crawley family to marry off the eldest daughter, Lady Mary. And I do have to something to say about the matter in another entry.

So in earlier episodes, the heartless Lady Mary has dismissed Matthew Crawley as her possible husband. So here comes Lady Edith who is now investing in cousin Matthew. The problem is, blonde cutie Matthew’s feelings for Lady Mary are getting deeper by the day. And so the rivalry intensified.

In London, there was a rumour about Lady Mary’s misbehaviour with the handsome Turk, and this was shared by the malicious lady’s-maid O’brien to the bitter Lady Edith- an information she carefully concealed to herself, waiting for the right time to unveil it to destroy her sister.

In the meanwhile, the Crawleys invited the rich old bachelor, Sir Anthony Strallan, hoping that Lady Mary would entertain him and become a prospect. Of course, Lady Edith was there to get the old guy’s attention. I mean the two ladies were all over him after dinner at the drawing room. Lady Mary wasn’t just going to give in and leave the old man to her sister, and Lady Edith wasn’t going to let her sister have the last laugh.

And in all of this, poor Matthew was left in one corner, like a doll thrown away by a spoiled little girl when she found a new toy to play with.

Obviously, Lady Mary won this round of their sibling battles, but for Lady Edith, it wasn’t over. She wrote a letter to the Turkish Embassy- a letter that could possibly devastate the future of her sister.

Other highlights:

  1. Barrow and O’brien tried to frame Mr. Bates of stealing His Lordship’s snuff box.
  2. Anna confesses her love for Mr. Bates
  3. Mrs. Patmore caused a disaster at the dinner table because of her failing eyesight.
  4. The enmity between Lady Violet and Isobel Crawley, as the latter questions the frequency of the former’s victory at the village’s flower competition.

Friday, November 20, 2015

The Grand Debacle of Praying for Paris, or Those Motherfuckers Who Criticized the #prayforparis Movement, or Pray for Paris Thingy And I Fucked up The Title Because This Is Not Going to Be Something Deep and Serious

The City of Lights was bathed in blood and smoke. Tragedy and tears all over. Confusion and heroism. Hopelessness and determination to live. Paris was burning.

For some reason, everybody was affected. Some Filipinos started posting their pictures of their cool trips to France, selfies in some Parisian cafe, and many other shits that are quite disturbing. I mean it would’ve been appropriate to post pictures of the Eiffel tower and your face if the city of lights were destroyed. There were attacks and there were HUMAN casualties. There was something inappropriate about those photos.

But what I’m ranting about here is the call for prayer for Paris. I wasn’t really enthusiastic about calling for prayers. Muslims do that on Fridays, I think. And Christians have designated days and feasts with interminable prayers to saints and angels and David’s tower. But I did whisper a prayer the moment I saw the news on TV.

On Facebook I wrote something like- not just prayer, justice for Paris. I was calling for government action, community action, diplomatic protest, and such. And obviously, being an ignorant jackass, I was quite paranoid when there’s an ugly Arab guy around me (because I wouldn’t be if he were hot and handsome like the prince of Dubai). By Monday at work, we had a minute of silence for atheists and agnostics, a minute for prayers for the religious, and a minute of peaceful rest for the lazy assholes. 

#prayerforparis started trending eventually and the idea of putting the French colours (which is quite similar to the Filipino flag colours, only that we are so festive, we added stars and the yellow colour) on one’s profile photo was simply genius. And you know humans, it’s all about solidarity and unity and the common good. Until….

#prayforparis has brought from the shadows of anonymity all the ignorant assholes, the political animals, fear-mongers, the political-correctness police, grammar Nazis, genuine heroes and advocates of right causes, the religious righteous, the peace-loving-Islam-loving haters of Christianity, frustrated haters of the west who are living and benefiting freedoms and rights in the west, and of course, you, and me.

So now, a prayer can be a big issue for the great Internet Police Force of Political Correctness, also known as internet trolls and all those presumably big shots of the internet (a.k.a. internet trolls).

They were all like “Why not pray for Nigeria?”, “why didn’t you pray for Lebanon?”, and all other cities that were attacked by terrorists and warlords, and on and on they spewed out bullshits. These bastards started bitching bitterly in the internet over the appalling ignorance of many people who prayed for Paris.

Really now. All this time, what were they doing to diminish people’s ignorance about the terrorist attacks in Africa and Middle East? NADA. NIENTE. NOTHING. WALA. They didn’t even have the intention to do some information campaign, not even tried to educate friends and family. Instead they liked Facebook pages and criticized their fellow bastards. And I bet, they haven’t even donated a coin to help any humanitarian organizations. Husto lang sa Likes, kumbaga.

Most people are ignorant, not because they’re stupid, but because they are sometimes misled, and sometimes you really need to fan into flame their interest for certain issues. I think it should be their responsibility to inform people of the tragedies that are happening elsewhere, and it should be their fault if ignorance abounds.

Right now I am really confused because I can’t decide whether I should hate those pretentious PC fools or the general ignorance of the majority. But then, I hate humanity in general, so I guess I won’t take any side at all on this matter.

To end this shitty entry, I would like to share with everybody the words of most righteous girl of all time in the history of Philippine show business, Deniece Cornejo-

“I will still pray for you… na sana gumaling ka….”