Tulfo, Lady Gaga, Jessica Sanchez and PBB Teens: Why My Motor Boat is Running These Days

Even if it doesn’t matter to you, I wanted to share my views on different issues. It may not be worth reading for some but for me, it is… 

• Tulfo vs. Santiago Airport Incident

People in my social network knew exactly my opinion about this one. So to summarize the reasons why I keep on posting rants on my FB and Twitter page about how I despised everything the Santiagos has to say regarding this issue, here’s my side:

I am not a fan of the Tulfo’s neither like them IN ANY WAY but disregarding the video being shown in almost all TV networks, social media sites and different streaming tool, HITTING A 60 YEAR OLD MAN IS NOT RIGHT! The Santiagos stated that Tulfo took the first punch and hit Claudine. Really?! Raymart?! REALLY?! Do you really expect me to believe you that a grown-public figure-mentally stable-man will hit a woman just because she talked loudly in front of him? Think about it. 

The Santiagos were convincing the public that Claudine was badly hurt because of the incident that took place in NAIA 3 terminal by attending press cons and interviews limping. Now, if you really want to pull that crap off… try to be at least more attentive to details. Do you really think improvising (as what artists really do when they’re acting) will work this time? People are not that dumb, you know?! So really think about it.

Now with the involvement of the video, Mon has physical evidence and witnesses so what made you think that you can convince me that everything you said were all true? And what’s with the Child Abuse law suit? Do you think your children obtained that “trauma” from Mon’s actions or is it because your children saw their parents hit an OLD MAN without hesitation and verbally abused a ground stewardess? REALLY?! Think about it.

And what happen to the old Ako ay Pilipino, Matapang na Tao?! When did we all become pussies?! What makes you think one on three is acceptable? Where’s “man’s ego” when you needed it? Haven’t we all agreed since Lapu-Lapu’s time that “kuyog” is an act of pussyness? Even our LGBT community is not fond of doing that. Shame on you Raymart and the other-unknown-guy who apparently loves attention so much.

I am not pro-violence but I don’t like pussies too. If people consider physical retribution as an answer to all their personal issues, then we should at least write a code of ethics on fist fighting. So our next generation will not follow this act of pussyness from the Santiagos.  

And for the Tulfo brothers, I know you are bad-asses and you all have that mafia blood and overflowing testosterone in your bodies but you didn’t have to scare those pussies away. It’s not worth it and even if it does, you should at least not brag about it on air. Ayan tuloy na censor kayo ng MTRCB. But seriously, deep down, I am curiously waiting for this to happen… everyone does. They’re just afraid to say it out loud. 

It narrows down to one horrible conclusion. For both sides: YOU ARE ALL PUBLIC FIGURES. WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT, YOU HAVE TO SPEAK, ACT AND LIVE ON THE SHADOWS OF YOUR FAME. YOU ARE EXPECTED TO ACT RESPONSIBLY AT ALL TIMES. THAT’S THE STINKY TRUTH BEHIND YOUR GLAMOROUS LIFE. I am not a celebrity but I am not dumb enough not to know that. You should know better.

• Lady Gaga vs. Religious Groups

Ok, I will try to carefully choose my words in writing this piece because I don’t wanna rot in hell just because I sounded like I am defending a human being who was categorized by religious orders as a devil worshipper. 

“I am not a creature of your government, MANILA!”—an excerpt from Lady Gaga’s Monster Ball Concert last night in MOA Arena Grounds….

I am not a fan of Lady Gaga. I only knew some of her songs and mostly because it was featured on Glee (my favorite TV show). But I know her iconic and out of the box fashion and her vow of individuality. Again, I am not a fan but I admire her way of thinking. I respect her as an artist and as an individual. I didn’t watch any of her concerts and up to this day, I haven’t listened to her song “Judas” (which is apparently the song in questioned). Though, out of curiosity, I read the lyrics and carefully scrutinized every word in the song.

“Jesus is my virtue, Judas is the demon I cling to”—Ok, this particular part is quite questionable. However, the song does not start and end there. The song is obviously about falling in love with a wrong man. It was done in metaphorical context so it doesn’t mean that she wanted to praise the devil. The problem with us-- is we base our actions on our initial emotions. Once we felt insulted or offended, we initially act without thinking. I know, because I sometimes do that. I am also guilty of doing stupid things out of initial reaction. 

I respect everyone’s opinion. If you feel insulted and offended by her songs because your Christian values were violated then don’t patronize her. Don’t support her. Don’t watch her shows. Don’t listen to her songs. No one is forcing you to do so but don’t force other people who appreciates Lady Gaga’s craft into hating her. You have your choice; they are allowed to have it too. Everyone is entitled to be who they want themselves to be and believe to whatever they want to believe. Tapos na ang panahon ng mga Prayle sa Pilipinas, hindi na mangmang ang mga Pilipino.

 

Every day we are striving for the pursuit of happiness and democracy, so why are we making this a national issue? Religion and belief is a choice. It saddened me that we have so many important national issues (e.g. poverty, drugs, crime, economic crisis etc.) in line and here they are protesting for issues not worth protesting.

• Jessica Sanchez; The Next American Filipina Idol

I cried when Joshua Ledet was eliminated last week from the American Idol race. He was my favorite among the bunch. Don’t get me wrong, as much as I constantly twitting how I am infatuated with Colton and Philip, talent-wise—I am hands down Joshua. But because we have our very own Filipina-Mexican talent in the contest, that’s a different story. Jessica Sanchez, is by far the most talented contestant ever joined in American Idol. She is genuinely and immensely full of awesomeness that will make you damned not to love her. Joshua might half an inch better than Jessica, (again, talent-wise) but our own half Filipina-made have this unquestionable charm, x-factor and over-all package that Joshua hasn’t. And that reasons, should I dare say, enough to make Jessica the first Filipina-American Idol. 

• ABS-CBN PBB Teen Edition; The Horrible Face of Philippine Youth

Promise this is not as shallow as you think it is. The surface is superficial but the underlying issues are seriously alarming. I’ve been quite relaxed these days which gives me the luxury to watch shows just because I don’t have anything else to do. And one show that really threw me off my back was the newest edition of ABS-CBN Pinoy Big Brother Teens. 

It started when I read something from Twitter. It was juicy enough to persuade me to watch the reality show. Lo and behold, upon switching the channel, I was hooked. Not because I was entertained but I was like looking at the future leaders of tomorrow behaving like Neanderthals. I feel like I was time travelling from the era where values and self-respect is not properly established.

It scares me that if they behave like that in a house full of video cameras what kind of behavior we can expect from them if the cameras went off; That idea alone made me reminisce my hay days. I was wild and born free—so I thought I was. I thought I lived my youthful years on the edge of boundaries but after watching episode per episode, I sort of feel a lot better. 

I can never pull that off…

I am sorry for lack of detailed information but I can’t find any proper words to describe what kind of actions you can witness from these kids. Yes, kids that just literally just got out of beginner’s bra, kids that barely have chest hairs, kids that are supposed to be enjoying Funny Comics instead of Cosmopolitan and FHM magazines… YES! These kids are now talking about marrying their first boyfriend, these kids are fighting over the affection of one man and not considering that they are behaving like sluts on national TV, these kids kissing and hugging AGAIN on national TV. And to make this matter worst, this reality show is shown everyday on PRIMETIME! *barf

You should watch this, so you can feel my disgust.

Bottom line: MTRCB should you first attend to this rather than the Tulfo Brothers’s issue?!

AUGUSTINE

Ano nga ba ang kaibigan? Kasama sa paaralan, kausap sa telepono, takbuhan tuwing may problema at katulong sa maraming bagay. Ngunit sa tingin nyo ba ito lang ang mga sapat na dahilan upang masabi mo na ang isang tao ay iyo ng kaibigan? Sa mahigit tatlong taon kong pag aaral dito sa San Sebastian College Recoletos, nakilala ko ang mga taong maituturing kong tunay na kaibigan. Maaring hindi man sila perpekto ngunit masasabi ko na ang bawat isa sa kanila ay nagtataglay ng isang katangiang hindi mo mahahanap sa iba.

Marahil ang katangiang ito ay ang isang bagay kung bakit maraming hindi makaintindi sa amin. Kung ikaw ay papasok sa aming silid aralan maoobserbahan mo na ang bawat isa ay nagkakaintindihan, ika nga walang iwanan. Ang problema ng isa ay problema ng lahat. Para kaming isang pamilya na marunong rumespeto sa nararamdaman ng bawat isa. Ang lahat ng bagay ay aming pinagsasaluhan, sama sama naming hinaharap ang bawat unos na darating at ang bawat tagumpay na aming tinatamasa.

Sino nga ba kami? I –Charity 1999-2000, II- Our Lady of Mt. Carmel 2000-2001, III- St. Peter 2001-2002 at ngayon IV- St. Augustine 2002-2003. Sa mga nakalipas na taong ito nakilala namin ng lubusan ang bawat isa sa amin. Saksi ang mga silid aralan na minsa’y aming naging silid, ang mga upuan na minsa’y aming inupuan, ang mga pisara na minsa’y aming ginamit upang lumawak ang aming kaalaman, ang mga guro na naging instrumento ng aming pag unlad at ang paaralang ito na minsa’y aming naging pangalawang tahanan. Oo nga kami nga ito, sinasabing pinaka maingay at pinaka magulong “first section” sa buong kasaysayan ng SSC-R. ano nga ba ang magagawa, e talagang kami ay iba.

Madalas kaming mamataan sa Mcdonalds dyan sa may Lepanto. Isang mahabang linya ng mesa ang makikita mo. Duon namin idinadaos ang bawat araw na nais naming magsama sama para sa mga simpleng okasyon. Minsan nagagalit na nga ang mga security guards sa amin dahil maingay kami, madalas kasing maririnig ang malalakas na tawanan at kuwentuhan na syang nangyayari sa aming pang araw araw. O di kaya naman sa bahay ng isa sa mga kamag aral namin, naguusap usap tungkol sa mga problema, nagdadamayan at minsa’y nagkakaiyakan pa nga. Tuwing may proyekto, kahit na iba’t iba ang mga grupo, kami ay nagtutulungan. Hindi namin ipinagdadamot ang bawat nalalaman namin.

Sabi ko nga hindi kami perpekto, minsa’y nagkakaroon din kami ng hindi pagkakaintindihan. Natural lang sa bawat isa sa amin ang magkamali, sapagkat kami din ay tao din lang. Ngunit ito’y aming pinaguusapan kuing kaya’t ang problema ay agad namang nalulutasan. Tumatayo kami ng buong tapang sa bawat pagkakadapa namin.

Hindi rin namin siguro masisisi ang iba kung bakit hindi maganda ang paningin nila sa amin. Sa bagay iba naman talaga ang tingin ng ibang mag-aaral sa mga nasa “first section”. Akala nila dahil kami ay nasa “first section” ay wala na kaming ginagawa kundi ang mag aral at mag aral na lang. Tulad din kami ng ibang magaaral, minsan nga mas malala pa ata kami sa kanila. Minsa’y napapagod din kami sa mga sunod sunod na proyekto, at nakakakuha din kami ng mababang marka sa Math. Marunong din kaming dumaldal at maglakwatsa. Normal din kaming tulad ng iba, ang pagkakaiba nga lang namin ay higit naming pinagtutuunan ng pansin ang bawat bagay na alam naming magiging parte ng aming kinabukasan.

Napagtitibay namin ang bawat relasyon ng mga kamag aral hindi lang sa loob ng silid maging sa labas man ng pinto. Hindi kailan man naging balakid ang pagiging iba ng section upang maputol na ang relasyon namin bilang magkakaibigan. Hindi man namin kasama ang isa’t isa sa iisang silid alam namin na maaring isang pader lang ang pagitan at ito’y hindi sapat na dahilan upang mapigil ang aming pinagsamahan.

Sa bawat araw na lumilipas, bawat minutong nagdaraan, bawat segundong nawawala, hindi namin maiwasang minsa’y sumagi sa aming isipan ang salitang “Salamat”. Marahil nakapagtataka, “ Salamat”, para sa lahat ng taong naging inspirasyon namin, sa aming mga guro na nagturo ng landas na ito upang tumibay ang aming pagsasamahan at sa amin syempre na nagbukas ng kani- kani lang puso’t isipan upang tanggapin ang bawat isa.

NOTE: I wrote this entry when I was still in highschool (Sept. 16,2001). I was a writer for Feedback; the official school publication of San Sebastian College Recoletos-Manila. I was inspired to write this entry because at that time our class was in the middle of shitty controversies. Despite of that, we managed to hold our shit together and ignore whatever crap that blocked our way. Unfortunately, this wasn't published because it might damage the reputation of the paper.

Ondoy Nearly Kill Us All-- May God Help Us

Three days of non-stop tragedy, flash floods, landslides, people dying, mass starvation—the whole Philippines are grieving for their lost properties and loved ones. As much as I love my position right now, I can’t just bum around and watch my fellow Filipinos crying for help. I may not be the nicest person in the whole planet and those who knew me would probably agree that I am a bitch… but at times like this, when the whole country is in deep shit—I couldn’t help but to be nice.

Typhoon Ondoy really made a big impression when it entered the Philippine area of responsibility last Friday night forcing the President to declare 27 provinces in NCR including Metro Manila to be in the state of calamity. I was cool with it at first. My bed time was somehow comforting than before. I was up all night reading Dan Brown’s newest novel, The Symbol when I decided to checked what was going on outside. It was raining like hell.

I woke up the following day with half of the city swimming in filthy rain water. I had to cancel my badminton session with my friends since most of the areas were not passable to begin with. My thoughts weren’t that bad at that time. It was normal. Whole night of raining equals flooded area in Mega Manila. It was just a usual cycle that’s been going on for the past decades. But when news reports started to fill us with pictures and videos showing us that there were people dying and flood were rising all the way on top of a two story houses… I was frightened.

Everyone was affected. Rich, poor, average, celebrities, non-celebrities— all of them are equal prey in the eye of this monstrous typhoon. Three of my friends… closest friends including my best friend, my sister and the crimson abstract were greatly affected and ruined by Ondoy. My best friend was forced to spend the night over in my crib because she was forced to evacuate from her house. My sister and the crimson abstract were both living in the most affected area. Their housed were both eaten by the flash flood.

I can’t believe that happened and up to now I couldn’t grasp the gravity of the situation. I wanted to help… seriously. I wanted to go out and help in doing the volunteer works. I am just trying to find out on how to squeeze in my philanthropic self into my shit because the last time I checked, I have my own personal flood in my work schedule.

For now, I am monitoring the latest updates and checking up with my friends. So Philippines, let's hold our hands and stand up... We can do this. We are born survivors. We are brave. GOD SAVE US ALL!!!

CORPORATE CRISIS--- Not My Thing

I just had my first anniversary in this sweatshop last month—much waited day because I am sort of expecting something good will happen. Well, most of us share those same sentiments. But this week became a season of negative blast off for the entire TW. The richy client decided to break his “good” news in person. Yes, he flew right from across the globe just to tell us that we are not getting anything this year.

I was kind of hopeful that the client will be kind enough to shed a few bucks in exchange for

indefinite hard labor here. But everything was crashed the moment he opened his mouth and talked. After that very moment, I felt betrayed. I felt a sudden outburst of anger. My system automatically stopped from functioning. I stayed for a couple of hours more to digest everything and after a few hours of non-stop whining from everyone… I went home.

The following day was a complete struggle. As much as I wanted to use the remaining energy that I am storing for the longest time, it’s not enough to fathom the moment and make it worthwhile for me. I made it to the office after an hour of internal debate. But as soon as my feet stepped on the floor and my nose smelled the scent of the corporate environment, the “good news” from yesterday came flowing out from my throat like a vomit. That day—I went home earlier than the NORMAL usual.

Next day--- I can no longer pretend. I didn’t show up. Instead, I spend my remaining waking hour inside my room doing my extra labor so I could still sustain my daily expenses. I am belting three jobs right now. I have my day job which is of course the normal-office poop job. The second one is the SEO gig that was given to me by my former manager and the latest one is bio writing from my mentor. Seriously, I am killing myself slowly by working 20 hours a day. Of course, I have to rummage where to put in my leisure like my sport activities, bonding with friends and family time.

I am perpetually tired… literally. My back is aching constantly, my eyes are swollen and red and my eye bags are having eye bags of its own. I think my life right now is a perfect sample of what to do guide on how to commit suicide. Being a workaholic douche is not my thing, but earning a penny from your day job isn’t good at all. It’s not that I am asking for too much… All I need was a little reward or motivation from them. Isn’t that what really happens in the corporate world?]

It’s a good thing… I am off to Subic this weekend. I desperately need a vacation to unwind.

Burning Bridges

DISCLAIMER: This is a very disturbing entry. It’s full of anger and disappointment. So for those who are involved, I don’t ask for your sympathy… I NEED YOUR APOLOGY because I deserve one…

This marks the end of my noble and humbling service for my high school old buddies. I volunteered to organize a shitful reunion shindig for my co-alumni in Baste. I thought I was doing it all right and I have everyone supporting my back… turned out, it was just a big joke and everyone was laughing except me.

I knew it wasn’t that easy reuniting old peepz from different parts of the Philippines but I am kind of hopeful that we all share the same sentiments like missing the old things we used to do. I HAD IT ALL WRONG! The planning stage was undeniably sweet. It was really really fun and everyone was doing their own share of ideas and comments. But as we get closer to the date… each one of them were popping like bubbles and magically vanished in to thin air.

I got so pissed that pushed me to send away angry text messages to everyone stating that the event

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was cancelled. I am tired of begging for their presence and planning this whole damn thing by myself. Nobody cares, so I should not care too… royt! It’s not as if they are paying me for doing this shiteous labor. And if ever they will, they can never afford it. I have tons of important things to do. They are all lining up in my bucket list and I should deal with these instead of this reunion-crap. I know I am sounding like a melodramatic bitch but all of you should at least have a single care because… for once we became part of each others life. At least, recognize the effort and try not to be as fucktard people as you all are now.

I know I am burning bridges just by typing away these words… and I am not referring to the entire U-PACS group. You know who you are and I say this clearly… YOU SHOULDN’T BACK AWAY WHEN YOU SAID THAT YOU ARE COMING because naturally we are counting on you. Cancelling at the last minute is so fuckin work of a retard.

And there’s another person involved in the planning who got his ass screwed because some of you decided not to cooperate. I felt sorry for this dude because he was forced to pay the resort’s reservation fee. I don’t know what happen next but I am sure he is effed up too. I am sorry Ed…

I probably had the worst reputation in our batch and I know everyone considered it as a fact. And now, I am embracing that image whole heartedly without thinking twice. You may dislike me and I don’t give an effin fuck to care. Pero kayo ang nang-iiwan sa ere, so you are no better than I am. I organized this thing to help rejuvenate our friendship because I thought we share the same feelings. But now, I think there’s really no friendship to revive at all.

But anyway, there are few people… the old people I always count on to. My BBRC group who never let me down decided to refurnished the old plan and decided to washed away all of the negatives vibes by traveling up north.

So as my stat message says, PAGUDPUD HERE WE COME!!!

Slumdog Millionaire; Two Thumbs Up!

I had a 2 day stressed and schedule free weekend that is why I had the time to accomplish every thing that was written in my schedule plan, most specially, watching the movie Slumdog Millionaire. I heard this movie from Mo Twister, a radio DJ from a morning show in Magic 89.9 fm and was intrigued by the way he adored it.

The movie was an Indian independent movie and was depicted from the daily lives in the slum area. The story revolves around a male protagonist from the squatter’s area who manages to win the jackpot prize in a game show entitled Who Wants to be a Millionaire. Since he is just an orphan and he lacks education, his victory created a big question whether he cheated or not to win the prize. In the end, they all found out that he just got lucky and that every answer to the question thrown to him had a very significant moment in his life.

Slumdog Millionaire is a love story with lots of twist and exciting plot. Most of us can relate to this film because even if it was based in Mumbai the whole picture is similar to the common Philippine slum setting. It wasn’t boring or uber melodramatic. It’s not even shallow or too deep. I had fun watching the movie and I guess the whole world and the critics felt the same way too.

Slumdog Millionaire sweeps almost all of the major categories in the recent Academy Awards including best picture, best director best original score, best original song, best original song, best film editing, best cinematography, best sound mixing and best adapted screenplay. It’s a tight fight between Milk and The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. But all in all… Slumdog peeps surely owned the night.

I are not a SLAVE

I promise myself not to blog about anything that will surely create a huge fuss or will make my site as controversial as the one I had before but fuck the nuts out… I can’t bear it any longer.

Some months ago, when I was still struggling to bag this job… the human resources department already gave me a heads up that there are some days that I need to work over time… I thought it was just few extra hours, they didn’t tell me that I am supposed to change my address and use the company’s address for I’ll be spending eternity here.

The work started from shit to even worst than anyone could ever imagine. The difference is I don’t care… I really don’t effin care. I don’t a give a shit whether the team is fanning a huge fire between us and the clients. I don’t give a damn even if they consider us the worst kind of individuals… because it’s not our fault why we got into this mess anyway.

But just as I thought that I do have a black wicked heart, seriously I realized that I am not that bad after all. You see, the manager and I became the best of friend waaaaaaayyyy before this shit time. He was my mentor in every aspect of life and a big ear that I only have that continuously listening to my shitty whining and ranting. And now, he was stuck between the seemingly endless piles of shit loads and crappy management. And moi, having this I don’t care attitude digs an even deeper pit for his grave. Even though I am so trying hard to make his life a bit easier to deal with most especially after reading another mail from the clients… I felt that the joke that he used to laugh about becomes shittier and shittier everyday.

I pulled exxtraa effort within the last few weeks so I could at least contribute a lot from minimizing his burden but my effort was not enough. Well of course, I can’t give my 200% energy because I still have tons of work waiting for me at home. And just as I thought will happen next. My physical body gave up on me.

It wasn’t the right time for me to be sick but hell must have ganged up on me that left me with no choice… I need rest. But the days that I spent inside my room weren’t a very gladdening moment. My room magically became a conscience chamber equipped with a digital sound system that kept on playing the same music (about how I left my team in hell and I am spending my time in nirvana) on and on.

But obviously, something is fucked up and someone must unfuck it, but that someone is not me either my team mates.

So if I can actually talk to the Big Boss… here’s what I am gonna say:

1. if you want us to die… just say so… we don’t need a guessing game


2. I am sure you understand the word IMPOSSIBLE so let’s not make it possible


3. just in case you forgot… you don’t hire magicians and we are not GOD


4. if you want us to finish this all up… stop the time


5. stop making us believe that we can do it… REALITY BITES! WE CAN’T… if you want us to believe on that rubbish, do it first, we’ll back you off!


6. WE NEED MANPOWER!!! LOTS OF MANPOWER!!! If you don’t know how to count… I’LL HELP YOU!!!


7. WE NEED COMPUTERS!!! GOOD WORKING COMPUTERS WITH FAST CONNECTIONS


8. and lastly… please tell your other minions (the guys based abroad) that we are not the one in charge of cleaning up their mess… it takes a lot of time and we are the one suffering

So that’s it… You see, I am trying to love my job, I think I need help.