An Open Letter to No One in Particular a Day Before the 2022 Philippine Elections


Dear beauties planning to read this, 

Let me tell you: May 9 has me anxious, big time. I am anxious about the elections because 1. The results are bound to divide our country 2. People are still getting the entire act of voting wrong. So, I need a distraction. Thus, I am writing. 

But no, this blog post will not tell you who to vote for on May 9. I’m not going to tell you what makes for a good or wise vote. I’m not going to offer my moral assessment of the upcoming elections. But what I will do is share some principles that I hope will help you determine for yourself whether a given vote is morally better or worse or at least morally permissible. Further, I think I would be overstepping were I to tell you how I think you positively should vote, assuming there is more than one permissible option (which includes not voting or voting for a third party, which I think are the only two options since the Philippines doesn't have compulsory voting). At most, I think I can, as someone who has thoroughly considered my options, warn you of the various paths you shouldn't even consider. Consider this an exercise in sharing, because I believe that sharing and caring, and to borrow the title of a film starring Rosamund Pike, I care a lot. Love guid and all that sh*t. 

I take my right to suffrage quite seriously. I am a sucker for anything that the state grants for free. Thus, it never crossed my mind to skip the chance to get vaccinated and get protected from COVID-19. I also welcomed and freely accepted all forms of aid the local government provided at various times during the (still ongoing) pandemic. I don't consider myself too good for anything. Besides, save for several incidences of jaywalking in my 20s (I'm too slow to jaywalk nowadays), I follow the law and pay my taxes. So, when my constitution-guaranteed right to vote is to be exercised, I will be there. 

Finally, before moving on, as early as now, I'm already disclosing that I will not at any point of this post be endorsing any candidate. I realize that I have already expressed my support for the Leni-Kiko ticket in several social media posts, but if you're looking for affirmation on this particular post, I am sorry but you may find it elsewhere in my social media accounts. I think I shall repurpose my Joel Abong post later, so there. If you're for BBM or Sara, or Isko or Manny or Ka Leody or Ping and preparing your pitchforks, thinking I'm just going to malign your candidate, go retreat and vent on someone else. 

Anyhoo...

Here are some principles I have used in arriving at who to vote for on Monday.

1. Your vote bears moral weight.

When you vote in a democratic system, you’re actually participating in the role of putting people into positions of governing authority. Therefore, your vote requires you to make a moral evaluation about what’s good and what’s evil and then to act based on your evaluation. You are morally responsible for this evaluation and act of judgment.

For example, Candidate A says they believe in positions 1, 2, and 3, while Candidate B supports positions 4, 5, and 6. When May 9 comes and I vote for Candidate A, I am giving them the power, the ability, and the agency to turn positions 1, 2, and 3 into law, which may or may not differ from positions 4, 5, and 6 of Candidate B. If A does get elected and succeeds in writing 1, 2, and 3 into law, I become morally culpable for those laws, at least in some measure, by virtue of cause and effect with my vote as the first cause. Our votes create the requisite agency these candidates need to legitimize their "rule". As citizens who choose to vote, we’re handing the candidate who the majority will choose most, if not all, of the state's weapons. 

Thus, voters who compose the majority, i.e. those who elect the winning candidate, will always share in the responsibility for the elected person's faults. And no, any and all successes are not counted. That's because as with anything in this world, anything you do that ends up successfully will always be considered part of your job and therefore, is what is expected of you. On the other hand, mistakes are another story. People vote for a candidate to do their job, not to make mistakes. Thus, for example, if you voted for President Aquino in 2010, you are culpable for the Manila hostage mishap of 2010 and the Mamaspano clash of 2015 that caused the deaths of 44 SAF members. 

What this means for you: Obviously, there is no perfect candidate. Every elected government official will have highlights and lowlights in their career. So, go for the candidate that aligns with most, if not all of your values. Yung kandidatong ma-jujustify mo ang mga gagawin, kabulastugan and all, for the next six years. 

2. In the end*, your justifications and motives won’t matter in the ballot.

* IKR, I bet may napapakanta na ng Linkin Park diyan. 

Suppose you believe position 3 is evil, yet vote for A because you really care about issues 1 and 2. Because you voted for A, you cannot discount what your vote does, as it has given A agency to pursue not just issues 1 and 2 (issues that you agree with), but also issue 3 (something you do not agree with). Unfortunately, there’s no way to absolve yourself of moral responsibility for the one thing you don’t like and to keep it for the two things you do like. Voting ballots are dumb. They cannot discern your motives. Moreover, you can't divide your vote for positions that only require one person. You can't possibly give 1/2 of your vote to A because you agree with them in issues 1 and 2 and 1/4 of your vote to B because you agree with them in issue 5 and 1/4 to C because you want them to enact issue 8 into law.  Half-shading is not allowed. 

So, for example, you voted for President Duterte in 2016 because you believed in his promise to end labor contractualization and his promised tough stance towards China (you may have believed in the power of jetskis!) but you're iffy with his Davao Death Squad reputation. You couldn't have possibly asked COMELEC to count your 2016 vote only if by 2022, RRD would have indeed ended contractualization and China would have withdrawn their claim of the contested islands in the Spratleys. Hindisight lang po ang 20/20. Hindi ka naman manghuhula na alam na alam kung ano ang mga mangyayari sa loob ng anim na taon. 

Most of all, walang essay portion ang balota. All of us will not be given a separate sheet of paper where we can defend our choice of leaders in 250 words or less. Kebs ang Board of Canvassers sa justification mo kung bakit si A ang binoto mo kahit adik siya or bakit binoto mo si B kahit lutang siya. 

What this means for you: Because we are not given the chance to justify or divide our votes, as a person with conscience, make sure that you have all the moral and ethical justifications of your votes within you. Hindi man makita ng COMELEC ang 50-slide Powerpoint mo behind your decision to vote for Isko or why Ka Leody is your pick, makakatulog ka nang mahimbing post-May 9 dahil alam mo sa sarili mo na ginawa mo ang lahat to arrive at the right decision. Dapat napagmuni-munihan, napagsaliksikan, at nabusisi mo ang lahat ng options mo

"Mac naman, what's the big deal? Parang elections lang eh... ayoko nang mag-effort, noh?"

Inamu. Tanginang kakupalan lang. Hoy, pati paboritong kulay ng brip ng bias mo sa BTS alam mo, tapos pagdating sa mga katangian ng mamumuno ng bansa natin, ayaw mong bigyan ng panahon? Punta kang HYBE HQ at huwag ka nang bumalik ng Pilipinas. Leche. 

Anyhow, here are other tangenang kabaduyang/di pinag-isipang justifications for supporting a candidate: 

1. "Eh buong pamilya namin maka-_______ eh. So __________ din ako."

Beh, hindi lang pamilya mo ang nirepresent ni Catriona Gray nung 2018. Sabi niya, she stood not just as one but as a hundred and four million Filipinos. Huwag masyadong makitid ang pananaw na pamilya mo lang ang isaalang-alang. 

2. "Kung hindi kase dahil sa pamilya niya, hindi kami nabigyan ng bahay at lupa."

Unless nabigyan niya ng bahay at lupa ang lahat ng 104 million Filipinos na kinatawanan ni Catriona, sasabihin ko na sa'yo, ang selfish lang. Also, paying back your debt of gratitude towards a politician by voting for them is obviously you being a sellout. People in public service doing good should be a norm. Trabaho ng mga nasa katungkulan sa pamahalaan ang magandang serbisyo  publiko. Hindi dapat tinatanaw ang utang na loob kapalit ng magandang serbisyo sa pamamagitan ng pagboto

The only justification for voting for a public servant with a track record of good service is continuity, that the good service you or your family experienced can be experienced by the majority of the population. Kung pili lang kayong nakinabang, please reconsider. Otherwise, if you're voting for someone to return a favor (that favor being a benefit only you or your family experienced), that's practically admitting that you sold your vote. Have some standards, please.

 3. "It's my personal choice. Basta, wala na kayong paki-alam dun."

Napapaghatang hindi pinag-isipan. You can do better than that. If you can't justify your voting decisions to even yourself, consider it a red flag because you won't have other venues to justify them. As mentioned earlier, walang essay portion sa balota

4. "So what kung pala-absent? Marami namang natuungan."

Standards, beh. Iba ang totoong effective sa trabaho sa tumutulong to compensate for shortcomings. 

5. "Kandidato ko lang ang desente. Yung inyo kriminal at walang moralidad."

Di na natuto nung 2016 at 2018. Focus on your own journey in highlighting your candidate's merits and stop asserting that only you and your like have the monopoly of the moral high ground. 

6. "Wala naman nangyari sa akin at sa pamilya ko noon eh." 

Check. Your. Privilege. Stop invalidating other people's experiences because you or your family had it good.  

3. A candidate's character matters.

Does a candidate's character matter when it comes to the ethical significance of a vote? Yes, similar to the chain of moral causation described in point 1, but then the moral responsibility transfers not through issues but through the persons themselves. Gasgas na ito sa samu't saring parables na napopost sa social media about hiring an employee with poor character and getting shocked with their lousy performance later. If I know that a candidate has poor character and still opt to support them, I become at least partially complicit in any bad decisions they make. In localspeak, para akong kumuha ng bato tapos pinukpok ko sa ulo ko

A leader’s character and behavior teach and even authorize what’s morally acceptable within that leader’s domain. It has to do with the concepts of moral ascendancy and normalizing deviant behavior. For example, kung ugali ng boss mo ang magmura, mastataas ang chansang magiging normal sa team mo ang magmura. Una, kase regular niyo nang nararanasan, so eventually di na pinagiisipan kung tama pa ba or mali ang ugling yan. Pangalawa, kase kung nakikita niyo ang masamang asal sa pinuno, you get emboldened and entitled to do the same. In other words, a public servant's character has a very real and tangible effect on a body politic that’s analogous to passing a law. It’s like the passing of an informal and unspoken law supporting those things, which people will notice and follow. 

Suppose then you knowingly have a team leader who's a pathological liar. Do you not risk becoming at least somewhat complicit in his behavior? If so, the same principle must apply to voting for a dishonest and unvirtuous candidate. 

What this means for you: Obviously, no to liars and the morally decayed. For PRRD supporters, I know this is a rather touchy subject because the scenario became DDS vs. mga "desente" because it reached the point where people had to justify uncouth behavior and character as "Okay lang magmura, at least hindi corrupt" or "Okay lang nanananching ng katulong, basta nagpeperform." I'm not saying that the desente yellows would have done a better job -- we'll never know that because we had RRD for six years, so that would be a hypothetical situation. But then, wouldn't have it been better if we had a performing government that is free of corruption and also... GMRC? To parahrase a beauty pageant vlogger, "My Gosh, itaas naman natin ang diskurso! Utang na loob!" Seriously, why settle for a corrupt-free performing government when we can have a corrupt-free performing government with upright character? Standards, utang na loob, standards!

4. The Philippines is not a compulsory voting country. 

People say, surely there’s always a morally righteous choice. Thus, there is a need to always select and always exercise our right to vote. 

Not necessarily. Compulsory voting, also called mandatory voting, is the requirement in some countries that eligible citizens register and vote in elections. Penalties might be imposed on those who fail to do so without a valid reason. And there are countries that implement compulsory voting. 

Thailand, Australia, Brazil, Peru, and Uruguay come to mind. Ours in the Philippines is a voluntary participating system where voting is highly encouraged but not mandatory. Yun lang, pag hindi ka makaboto ng dalawang successive na elections, you'll have to re-register. Otherwise, you are not forced to vote. Walang sasalakay sa bahay mo at pilitin kang bumoto at gunpoint. 

What it means for you: Considering the first three points, if you do not see any candidate meeting the standards of character you are looking for, or if you see yourself compromising on your justifications and the number of issues that you agree with for each candidate, then you actually have the option of not voting for anyone. You can abstain. You can undervote. Hindi ka tatamaan ng kidlat kapag wala kang mapiling pangulo. Kung mayor lang ng lungsod niyo ang gusto mong iboto, then walang makakapigil sayo. 

"Eh, Mac, sayang ang boto ko!"

Sayang kung sa sayang, but why force yourself to choose among people that make you compromise your ideals and values? Pili ka, vote for someone who you don't believe in "para hindi masayang boto ko" or stand by your convictions and uphold your standards? Voting for someone just to "beat the opposition" is another way of compromising and is more or less similar to the lame-ass reasons I stated earlier in principle 2.     

5. Some issues are heavier than others. 

A government that practices good governance has to attend to various issues —the economy, defense, foreign relations, healthcare, national defense, criminal justice, other social issues, et cetera, et cetera, kung si Yul Bryner pa. It just so happens that some of these issues are more important than others. Thus, for us voters who want to vote ethically, this means accounting for most, if not all of these issues and at the same time acknowledging that some of these issues would be more important than others. 

What this means for you: Each of us has our own pet issues that we deem most important depending on our ways of life: Women have reproductive rights, OFWs would love to have continuous smooth diplomatic relations between the Philippines and other countries, LGBTQIA+ peoples push for equal rights, blue-collar workers demand workers' rights, so on and so forth. As a voter, it is your responsibility to balance the bases of your decision, obviously to go for the candidate that has your best interest in your priority issue but at the same time have also non-conflicting stands on other issues that may not be heavy in your scale but definitely very important to other people. Not championing that balance is, as in other points, a selfish and therefore immoral vote. 

This principle reminds me of that brilliant TV program shown a few years ago - The Good Place! In one of the episodes, philosophy professor Chidi was put by Bad Place architect Michael in the actual trolly problem -- If he were operating a runaway train trolley, where will he run the trolley into a track that has five unsuspecting people or a track that has only one person on it, but that person is a friend? Will you choose a leader who will act on your issue favorably to the detriment of the other issues? Will you choose a leader who acts on principles or someone who considers realistic outcomes?  

6. It is morally permissible to not vote or to vote for a candidate that is certain to lose.

To clarify what I said earlier in principle 4, I still think it’s morally better to vote than not to vote. A vote is a right guaranteed by the constitution and if you're religious, a gift from God that should be utilized properly, not like the servant who buried yung talent na binigay sa kanya ng boss niya sa lupa (naalala niyo yung Parable of the talents sa gospel?) Why should we vote? For we love our neighbors and we want to build a just and humane society.

That said, as mentioned in principle 4, we are not obliged to vote. Therefore, if you are convinced in your conscience that you’d be making a mistake by choosing among BBM, Isko, Manny, Leni, Ping, Leody, Norberto, and the others, then you shouldn’t vote for any, and deciding to go NOTA (none of the above) is an available option.

Another better option than abstaining from voting is to vote for a candidate that one’s conscience can accept, even if that candidate is certain to lose. That way, you’re still participating in the election process and formally registering what you believe is right and just.

What that means for you: A confession: All the presidents I've voted for have never won. In 2010, I voted for Gibo Teodoro. In 2016, I voted for MDS. In 2010, an endorsement from GMA was practically a kiss of death for Gibo, so it was pretty obvious from the start that he was going to lose. In 2016, MDS was a shadow of her former brilliant self and Dutertemania was at its fever pitch. It didn't matter that they were running a losing race, as I chose them with conviction and conscience. 

7. There are morally permissible laws and there are immoral laws.

Some actions promised by a candidate, in and of themselves, are morally permissible, even if they eventually prove to have unjust outcomes. For instance, one can argue that President Duterte's war on drugs was morally permissible at the start, as it should supposedly benefit people who shall live their lives in a drug-free Philippines, and only turned sour later because of the extra-judicial killings that had to be done just so that the administration can show something for that program. Then, there are laws that are just simply unjust by their very nature and are always unjust. For example, the ningas cogon action against labor contractualization. 

Our stand regarding morally permissible laws with bad or unjust outcomes should be different than our stand toward inherently morally unjust laws. With a morally permissible action or law, we can talk about reducing the bad outcomes while continuing to affirm the action's moral permissibility. On the other hand, the goal with unjust laws must be to overturn them, plain and simple, lest our ongoing support affirms what’s inherently unjust. For example, if we want to truly end labor contractualization, why should you support a senator that has businesses with contractual employees?

But then, realpolitik considerations sometimes involve compromises. Still, even as we accept halfway measures for the sake of reducing bad outcomes (for example, accepting wage increases for all eployees across the board), we must not lose sight of our overall goal and strategy which is overturning the unjust law.

8. Evaluating our votes ethically involves moral principles and strategic calculations.

We need to view our votes within the larger picture of democratic governance. The larger picture consists of several other smaller pictures and many other scenarios. Besides, the beauty of the larger picture cannot be appreciated if you only consider one frame. You look into each frame by how it contributes to the outcome of the entire picture. And the large political picture gets added on over multiple election cycles.

For example, a friend tells you they intend to vote for candidate A who supports issue 3, something you and your friend believe is wrong. Yet because of several realpolitik considerations, they believe voting for A is a better long-term strategy for your shared cause. Hypothetically, it is possible they are right, though you have serious doubts about it. How should you morally evaluate their action? You might still warn them that their vote is incorrect, but also affirm that you’re not ready to burn bridges with them because you know you all share the pursuit of a good end.

What’s crucial, however, is that their overall goal must still be to overturn the intrinsically unjust law, as explained in principle 7. They cannot hope for people to just forget about the injustice and say for example, “Wala na talagang pag-asa itong issue ng mga mangagawa. Makapag-move on na nga sa ibang bagay.” In short, a controlled amount of flexibility might be allowed only at the tactical level, especially when it leads us closer to overturning that inherently unjust law, not for them to have a change of heart and just forgive, forget, and move on. 

Final Thoughts

How then should you ethically evaluate your different options for the elections tomorrow? I've shared my principles, and if you've gotten this far, it's now all up to you. Try to go over these principles, and add your own that you think might be missing. You still have hours to get to know the candidates. Talk with your friends and your social media network. The key here is to talk and engage. This is not the time to argue and shove your ideas down their throats. Consider all perspectives before arriving at a decision. Pray for wisdom, if you're religious. And vote! 

Remember, after May 9, you'll still have to deal with COVID-19, the traffic that seems to be back to pre-lockdown levels, the pandemic pounds you've gained, and your crush who still isn't giving you the time of day, char. Your chosen one might win; your chosen one might lose. May you have the wisdom to learn from this experience and the courage to get on with your life, especially if things don't go your way. 

Love guid, 

Mac xoxox   

Today on KPop MVs: The Curious Case of the Giant Sweat Stain

What usually dapper Choi Siwon is wearing for this video is distracting me because it looks like he has a giant sweat stain on his chest.


Devil (Dance-Only version) - Super Junior, 2015

Book Diary: Paper Towns

I have read most of John Green's books, including The Abundance of Katherines, Will Grayson, Will Grayson, Looking for Alaska, and of course, the overly popular The Fault in Our Stars. I deliberately have missed out on Paper Towns, thinking last year that since they would be making a movie of it, I would make time to read it before I get to watch it.

Alas, the movie was about to be shown in a week when I finally mustered the diligence to read it. And I was quite delighted by the book, delighted enough to say it has actually become my favorite among Green's novels. The story didn't rely much on the melodrama (or lack) of star-crossed teenagers with a disease or someone with a of dating only girls named Katherine (which rather got tiring fast). This one's about a guy infatuated with his childhood friend, who after not being friends in high school, spent a night with her executing a series of pranks against her cheating boyfriend and other people she felt have wronged her, goes looking for her as she went missing the next day. 

Without the threat of going cheesy as what The Fault in Our Stars may have led Green to, Paper Towns comes out as more genuine and less affected. Gus and Hazel Grace, by virtue of their love story and disease, felt forced in a way that I felt that they needed to act as quickly as possible before their ill-fated love story ends. The trip to Amsterdam, the kissing in Anne Frank's house, the search for the difficult author all felt too grand. Good for YA audience, a tad melodramatic and staged for regular folk. 

On the other hand, Paper Towns felt more organic, with Q and Margo, although waxing philosophical through Walt Whitman and in the latter conversations, felt more authentic. That's who they are - an obsessed teenager in love with someone he idealized and an attention whore who thinks she's too cool for school, yet actually wanted to be found. That I wanted to slap Q in the middle of his obsessive search for Margo and Margo's lame excuse of not wanting to be found convinced me that these characters have more depth than the highly romanticized Hazel Grace and Gus. 

A lot of people may take the opposite view and see Paper Towns to be not as successful as The Fault in Our Stars because of a lack of grandness and heartstring-pulling found in the latter, but for me, it is one of the book's plus points. Q and his friends, in trying to find the missing Margo, became more fleshed out characters I didn't get the same feeling with The Fault in Our Stars, whose story had in fact fewer characters, which I thought should have provided Green more room to make them more real. But then, cancer and love story got in the way. 

Also, the hanging ending may cause people to be tepid in their appreciation of the book, but it also worked, at least for me.    

What I didn't like about the book were the chapters on Q's stakeouts in abandoned subdivisions. They dragged the narration and went on and on and on. It snapped me out of the Oralndo world Green created with these characters because they were just so boring to read. And when you bore a reader, you kind of lose him/her. I only got back because I wanted to finish the book, any book, and didn't want to bail out on it when I have already invested some time with the first chapters . Otherwise, I would have stopped. Well played, Green.

It has been three years since John Green's last book, and I hope he releases a new one soon, which I hope will be better than Paper Towns. The bar set by Paper Towns isn't that high, so I could only hope for better from him.  
 
  

The Return

I'm returning to blogging because social media happened.

Yes, four years after my last entry, I am resolving to come back to writing on this blog because social media. Since 2010, Facebook, Twitter, and the rest of the gang exploded in popularity, and along with this development, the shrinkage of everyone's attention span. No one seems to appreciate long-form content anymore. Everything is limited to a few characters as dictated by some program algorithm. On the other hand, people who tend to ramble in their writings (me included) are being threatened of not having an audience because no one reads long articles. It's all about attention-grabbing content these days. Get your readers hook, line, and sinker on the first paragraph, because their attention would be somewhere else by the second. So many websites have adapted a writing style of lists and short paragraphs to make sure their readers don't wander and click on the x icon or swipe down to close the page.

This presents a chicken-or-egg conundrum - which came first, short attention spans or short content? Did one cause the other? Did short content formats cause people to be over anything that requires them to sit down and read for five minutes? Or did people just get used to snippets of information since that's all they have access to every day?

Anyway, as someone who handles both content and social media in the office, I feel the need to write longer for fear that whatever talent I have will continue to deteriorate. With the prevalence of text message spelling and nonsensical trending topics, there is a need to continue writing without restricting the use of vowels and thinking of things other than what North West's sibling will be called or whether those two girls in a viral video are really pabebe, posers, or just downright scary.

So, what has happened since my last entry? I moved to two other jobs, David Bisbal (the subject of my last entry) has had another dud studio album, and I'm now back to what I love doing most - writing. Teaching English to Koreans was fine, but not something I would want to do for the rest of my life. I have met great people, reunited with old ones, and still trying to get the most out of life by doing a lot of sedentary activities like watching foreign film, television series marathons, and reading more.

Speaking of reading, I am resolved to read more, or at least spend as much time reading as watching movies or television shows. I have become more convinced that reading more does improve my writing. I remember this local author claiming that he's not much of a reader, which I thought explains the quality of his work.

Anyway, on with the show.      

Sin mirar atras in Eight Points

Artist: David Bisbal
Released: 20 October, 2009
Genre: Latin pop, pop rock
Three tracks: Mi princesa, El ruido, Al Andaluz
In one sentence: A letdown after the promising Premonicion

There are some albums that require you to listen to them dozens of times before you acquire a taste for them. There are also albums that get old because you've listened to them too may times. Then there's David Bisbal's Sin mirar atras, an unfortunate waste of talent of the reality show success story.
1) The sound of Bisbal has not seemed to mature despite four studio albums (three Spanish ones and one repackaged album which contained previously released tracks from the first two with three English songs thrown in) and two live concert albums. The maturity of Bisbal's material that was beginning to be heard in the third album, Premonicion, has been erased. The sound of this album is no different from his sophomore effort, Buleria, which had more radio-friendly tracks.

2) I felt Bisbal's third album Premonicion was a step in the right direction, with a good mix of fast songs and ballads. The ballads were executed beautifully, and the fast songs, though still bears a healthy dose of cheesiness, displayed the strength of his voice.

3) I really wanted to like the album, as I want Bisbal to continue selling records and keep the Spanish music industry afloat. I am aware that it might be the type of album that would require multiple listens before it grows on you, but alas, it has been months since I downloaded the album and I still find a lot of tracks boring.

4) The first half of the album is really weak. In my repeat listens, I usually found myself looking forward to Al Andalus, the 7th track, which meant I had to go through six songs lest I hit on fast forward, which I almost always did. After the 1st track, the upbeat, first single Esclavo de sus besos, the album suffers a lull, as the songs coming one after another sound alike. Even the album's title track is ho-hum.

5) Things start picking up, as mentioned, in track number 7, the flamenco-tinged Al Andalus, followed by Cuando hacemos el amor, which more or less holds the momentum. In the next track, Bisbal's vocals finally soar in El ruido, a song penned by another Operacion Triunfo alumna, Vega.

6) The next track is the latest single of the album, 24 horas. The '60s feel of the song is a bit weird for me. Not as ghastly as the songs in the first half of the album, though .

7) After another cannon fodder track comes the second single to be released in the album, Mi princesa, a very beautiful song with the sweetest lyrics. I don't know why, but I kind of noticed some weird phrasing/breathing bits by Bisbal in some portions of the song. Anyway, it should have been the last track of the song, just to ensure that the album leaves a good taste in the mouth (or some good notes in the ear).

8) But no! There is a bonus track, Sufriras, a duet with British singer Pixie Lott. I do not really know what to feel about the song. It sounds like a song being played in a really cheesy Eastern European discotheque. What the heck were the record's producers thinking of when they included this bonus track? Couldn't they have let Bisbal work with David Guetta? Or one of 'em Dutch DJs? Totally unnecessary waste of 3 and a half minutes of the listener's time.

This so-so effort led me to the conclusion David Bisbal's best album is still his third, Premonicion. Two or, at my most generous, four songs may qualify as tracks to be included in a David Bisbal Greatest Hits compilation in the future. The more interesting tracks are few and clumped together in the middle. Sin mirar atras is NOT one of those albums you would really like to listen to over and over again. It doesn't even reach a point of some songs sounding old fast. Some of them are just plain boring no matter how many times you've listened to them.

Final verdict: The guy is infintely talented, no doubt. What he needs is a good album producer.
My rating: Obsessed / Love / Hooked / Like / Ambivalent / Irritated / Hate / Avoid at All Cost

Background on the singer:
David Bisbal, known for his curly locks and powerful belting voice, started as a contestant in the first edition of Spain's Operacion Triunfo, Endemol's version of the Pop Idol franchise. He eventually became the runner-up of the competition, and went on to sell a million copies of his debut album, Corazon Latino, making everyone ask who the hell Rosa Lopez is (the winner of the aforementioned competition). He became the latest member of a select group of Spanish male singers (Serrat, Sabina, Miguel Bose, the father and son Iglesias and Alejandro Sanz to name almost all of them) who have established a career across the Atlantic. His latest album, Sin mirar atras, is, as of press time, holds the 10th spot in the Spanish album sales charts, having been there for 47 weeks now. He has, so far, sold over 4.5 million copies of his seven albums worldwide.

(I Feel Like Such a) WHORE!

(That was so liberating!)

When I got into blogging like eight years ago, the thing to do to generate traffic in your blog was to blog hop. That'd mean go to Blogger or Typepad, look who just got something published, click on the link, read through the blog, decide whether you liked the blog or not, leave a message on the blog and hope and pray that the owner of the blog you visited will return the favor.

Well, apparently, times have changed. My old blog which should have contained so many entries already got into a lost-in-translation accident in a web cafe with only a Korean operating system. I accidentally deleted the whole thing. Fast forward to this current blog, which is only a few years old and is rarely updated. I used to have really good blogs in my blog roll, as in blogs that you'd really spend a lot of time reading and lose track of time eventually. So, I am currently re-building my blog roll and my blogging mojo (years in the making).

Facebook has this blog community and I joined it because I want to lurk around good reads and hopefully get the people who write these blogs I frequent come visit my blog too (long shot, but hey). The latter thought is really not as important as the former one, knowing that the visitor to my blog may be bored because of the lack of updates. So I joined Networked Blogs with that mindset. after going through the registration and all, I discovered that there is a discussion board filled with people who start topic threads about their blogs, promoting them and promising to return the favor of following the blog of someone who has followed them.

I was uneasy with the idea from the start, knowing that the whole arrangement can be tricky in a number of circumstances. For example, what if somebody is following you and is expecting you to return the favor, with the other person having a blog that's entirely an SEO marketing tool? Or a blog full of religious entries? As much as I fully respect the reasons behind having an SEO blog (I am a ghost writer for SEO articles, for goodness sakes) and I feel it is any one's right to use a blog to spread religious platforms, I am not really comfortable with following them.

I follow blogs because I actually enjoy reading them. Through the whole follow-my-blog-and-I'll-follow yours process, I also felt like I was cheating some people who were expecting me to follow their blogs when I didn't really appreciate the content of theirs. Honestly, it doesn't take much to make me want to read your blog, just as long as I don't see misplaced widgets and fonts of different sizes and colors (I'm a bit obsessive-compulsive when reading) and the content doesn't read like it was copied and pasted from something I can read in Ezinearticles. If I had the urge to read an informative article about how to lose weight with the help of a miracle drug or how to monetize a blog, then I would go read e-How or Ezine, thank you. Other than that, there is a 95% chance I'll read (and eventually be compelled to follow) your blog. The chances of that reaching a 100% will happen if you keep a blog on books, movies, pop culture or current events.

Anyway, going back to that FB blog community, I got to read some blogs that were in those discussion groups and have actually followed some of them. I also felt like I did some subtle (actually, obvious) whoring of my humble blog, just to get into the "I'll follow you if you'll follow me" bandwagon. I have to say I felt a bit icky afterwards. My only consolation(s) is (are) that I did find some blogs that are really fun to read in these discussion threads, and I feel they are really worthy of a wider readership.

So I think I'll go ahead and click on some more of those threads and those blogs, but I won't be doing the vice-versa-following deals anymore. It just doesn't feel right for me. No judgement here; some people have to do what they feel they need to do. As for me, I feel the need to write more.

Epic WTF of the Week 06-11 September: Stuck in a Hole He Can't Get Out Of?

The John Lloyd - Shaina "thing," bow.

I'm sorry, but am I the only one in the Philippines immune to John Lloyd Cruz's (from hereon to be referred as JLC) charms? Sorry, but before I get stones hurled at me, let me rephrase that: I like John Lloyd Cruz as an actor. The looks department... OK, I guess? He looks neat all the time. Not neat as in swell, but neat as in literally neat, as in clean, as in no matter how many hours he spends in that bicycle of his (his chosen sport), he'd still look fresh. What I'm not getting is JLC's ability to turn almost all Filipina women (or at least those I know) into dangerous lionesses ready to pounce at anyone who dares to say even the slightest not-so-nice remark about him. I dare anyone. Go tell your Filipina friend that John Lloyd Cruz is ugly. The easiest you can get away with is a 'how-dare-you-say-that' glare and a hissy fit to last an hour minimum. That I do not get. I really find him rather vanilla.

Which leads me to Shaina. Amidst intense speculations months ago, the two finally admitted they are in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship, leading some people to ask about where Ruffa Gutierrez is in the picture. The 1993 Miss World 2nd Princess and JLC were apparently an item after the latter's split with celebrity stylist Liz Uy and while together in the series 'I Love Betty La Fea'. Public opinion was a bit muted with the JLC - Ruffa affair because a) the two never admitted to any romantic relationship, b) Ruffa Gutierrez is a giant, and c) any disparaging remark against Ruffa will catch the ire of her mom, Anabelle Rama, someone who, according to an informal Facebook survey, Filipinos would not want to get into a bar fight with (after Manny Pacquiao and along with Dionesia Pacquiao).

With the truth coming out, mouths silenced during the time of the JLC - Ruffa non-relationship went wild, returning to their lioness modes and lambasting the not-so-poor Shaina, with comments ranging from "Lucky beyotch, I hate her!" to "Mamatay ka na, makating babae!" (lit. trans.: "Die already, itchy woman/harlot/whore!") As much as I do not understand the JLC adoration, I also do not understand the Shaina hatred. I mean, I understand how all gays and girls hate her guts for snagging THE JLC (with me going, "Big effing deal!"), but can't they give her a break? I guess she all the Shaina hatred is justified because noone really hated Ciara Sotto, JLC's first boyfriend because at that time JLC hadn't reached the LPIB (laglag-panti-ikot-bra/panty-wetting-bra-twisting) level of matinee idol-ism yet. Liz Uy is too alta (literally high, figuratively high-society, classy, well-bred) for anyone to bother with, and Ruffa, well, I've already mentioned the reasons earlier. It appears that Shaina is the most accessible JLC girlfriend so far, so people think that it's fine to hate her. Therefore, I conclude she needs an image consultant, stat.

Last weekend, the WWW was ablaze with word that after a night of debauchery, John Lloyd and Shaina got it on and because of fatigue and alcoholic intoxication, JLC's member got stuck in Shaina's female parts.

Yes, whoever you are, if you aren't familiar with Philippine showbiz and wondered if you read what you just read correctly, well, yes, YOU READ IT RIGHT!

Mr. John Lloyd Cruz, who will always be Rovic to me (his breakout TV role), had his penis stuck in Ms. Shaina Magdayao's vaginal cavity, or so the rumor went. While I just couldn't help but laugh uncontrollably at the entire thing (pardon the immaturity), self-proclaimed insiders have added details to the rumor. As with any urban legend, it starts with a doctor, who happens to be the friend of the neighbor of the cousin of the second wife of the aerobics instructor of the insider, verifying that JLC and Shaina snuck in a hospital (Makati Med? St. Luke's? QC or Global City?) with only a blanket covering them, the guy on top of the girl, to have a medical procedure done for them to be separated. More insiders poised to quash any cynical thoughts were quick to point out that what happened is an actual medical condition known as (drum roll please...)

vaginal captivus
an occurrence wherein the vaginal opening of a woman closes, perhaps due to fatigue.

And yes, to strengthen their case, insiders point to an episode of Grey's Anatomy which has featured such a case. Apparently Grey's Anatomy is now the paragon of truth in anything medical (sorry, cannot confirm the episode, stopped watching the show after its second season; besides, my medical show is House). Everyone involved has denied what happened, and I hope people will leave it at that.
I mean, really? Penis captivus whatever? WTF. Epic wow.

Ironies and Surprises

How ironic it is for my dad to pass away when my last entry for this blog was about dads!
Speaking of irony, because of my dad's passing, I shall go home again this Saturday, the second time in a month. Which is weird because the last time I went home prior to two weeks ago was in 2007. So, yes, I have spent 2 Christmases and New Years away from home. And now, suddenly I'm going back and forth to Bacolod like some carefree jet setter, which is of course, farthest from the truth (being carefree and a jet setter).

Anyway, my dad's death and the impending event (as early as Monday I thought something was going to happen this week) had me on a purging mood. Aside from over-consuming food rich in fiber (to good effect), I had cleaned my cabinet, bookshelf and cupboard. I have also "streamlined" my web persona which had me deleting my Friendster account. I know, Friendster is so 2007 and everybody's profile there hasn't been updated since last year, so what's the use. One social networking persona down, less chances of identity theft, and what I have left are my Facebook, Twitter and Blogger accounts.

I have a LiveJournal account which I keep so that I could comment on LiveJournal blogs. Next subjects of my cleaning itch were my 4 email accounts. I actually have 5, but I'm letting the 5th account die a natural death, meaning let that account be filled with spam and offers from Chinese DVD pirates and Canadian pharmacies for Viagra. I painstakingly deleted three and four-year old e-mails, most of which were e-mails of the "pass this forward of you'll die" variety. yes, I was a bit gullible to those things at one time in my life. But there some of those e-mails that I didn't get to forward to 20 or so people because some of the instructions on them were rather impossible to do, or simply stupid.

For the past four years, a toilet sink has fallen on my foot, I have been stitched below my chin because I stumbled on an escalator that suddenly stopped, some friends have decided to un-friend me and a motorcycle has hit me while I was crossing a street. But obviously, I'm still alive and I have outlived my dad who doesn't have an e-mail account, and thus wouldn't have been a victim of these e-mail scams. So screw those people who pressured me to email something or I die. Burn in hell together with those Liberian people who asked for my bank account details in exchange for me being a keeper of their ill-gotten wealth. This world is full of weirdos.

Just this morning, while I was purging my e-mail accounts of filth, I chanced upon an email from Blogger notifying me that I had a comment to be moderated in my blog. SURPRISE (ala Chris Daymon)!!! The comment came from an Edward Copeland, whose name I somewhat found familiar. True enough, he has a film blog I follow and apparently, he has given me the honor of a Versatile Blogger Award. Part of me wanted to erase the comment, thinking it was one of those spam comments that lead me to chat with topless blond girls in my area. Duh. Thank God it was not.
So, OK, I'll participate, which demands me to follow these rules (up until this time I was a bit irritated. An award with rules to follow??? Geez. But then...fine.):

• Thank the person who gave you this award
Thank you, Mr. Copeland for this honor. I do try. I am as versatile as anyone can be and I am really trying to be a more active blogger. I try, I really do. I will try my best to be worthy of this honor.

• Share 7 things about yourself
Wow.

1. As mentioned earlier, I just lost my dad. So, that makes me a semi-orphan. My mom is still very much alive and is hinting on a Hongkong vacation to ease her mind off things after the pressures and preps of putting my dad to eternal rest.
2. I love movies. I do not hold myself in high regard as to my taste, but I love foreign films. I love that by watching these movies, I get to live vicariously through the characters in more interesting places and times without leaving the comforts of my chair.
3. Aside from films, I also love watching reality talent shows. I am constanty irritated by how the more talented ones get eliminated early on and how the ones that come out victorious eventually get endeared to the viewing public, eventhough the fact remains that they weren't as talented as their fallen comrades (e.g. Jasmin Trias [over JHud???], Kris Allen [over Allison and Adam???], Virginia Maestro [over Chipper???] and Lee Dewyze [over Mamasox???]).
4. I know of a friend who doesn't eat bananas because a teacher once told her bananas are food for monkeys (Jenny Araojo alert!). What I haven't told her was that I was once traumatized by a teacher too, and that teacher was to alter my diet forever. When I was in kindergarten, a classmate asked our teacher where fishes pee and poop. Dearest teacher answered in the water. Inquisitive classmate retorted, "But that's where they live!" Dearest teacher answered, "YES!" with a matching squirm, obviously realizing how disgusting her answer was. 24 years fast forward, I haven't eaten fish. I eat crab, shrimp, and lobster, but no fish. Damn teacher.
5. I am interested in anything Indian and anything Hispanic. Thus, I know which ecdl video footballer Fernando Torres starred in (Ya Nada Volvera A Ser Como Antes[ecdl is el canto del loco]) and who that woman in the Olay Total Effects ad now showing on Philippine TV is (that's Bollywood star Kajol [wife of Ajay Devgan and cousin of Rani Mukherji] - the gesture in 0:10 is a giveaway).
6. I just realized that I've been living in Manila for 14 years already. That's almost half my life.
7. I love reading too, or rather shopping for books. Last year, I bought 43 books and actually read 4, two of which I actually bought in 2008. The rest, as of presstime, have been collecting dust. That must change.

• Pass the award along to 15 who you have recently discovered and who you think fantastic for whatever reason
Ack.

• Contact the blogs you picked and let them know about the award.
OK, I shall choose 15, but I have to violate the earlier rule. I haven't discovered great blogs as of late. So, I shall bestow the awards to 15 blogs I follow but haven't been given the award. I hope that'd be just fine. But this will be done in the coming days, OK? Getting 15 blogs and informing them would just be a lot of work, considering I still have 5 essays that needed to be finished for work. AND I'M A SEMI-ORPHAN!!!

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P.S. I hope no one gets offended with the way I "handle" my dad's death. I am mourning, but I choose not to be heavy or dramatic about it. My father was never one who was sad about things. I'm thinking he would be so weird-ed if he sees me, my mom or my sister hysterical over his passing.

A Tale of Two Dad Movies: Somewhere vs. I'll Be There

The only thing common between Somewhere (Sophia Copolla, TBR in December 2010) and I'll Be There (Maryo J. de los Reyes, June 2010) is that both movies are about dads, their daughters and that seemingly complex relationship between them. And I guess that's all the commonality we'll ever see between the two. As for differences:

(1) Yes, Somewhere is the title of a song from the musical West Side Story. But the chances of Sophia Copolla naming her film after the song is close to nil. In contrast, the Martin Nievera song is all over the KC-Gabby movie. From the trailer to the actual movie, instrumental version to the almost-standard mega-hammed version present in all Star Cinema movies named after songs, which are increasing at an alarming rate (is that Gary V. singing?).

(2) Stephen Dorff and Elle Fanning (how she has grown superfast) are not a real-life dad-daughter team, something that Gabby and KC are. Which should have been an advantage, but then...not really. Not at all.

(3) The trailer itself for Somewhere is sparse of dialogue, while I'll Be There's has almost the entire story, complete with all the crying and the dramatic retort, laid out.

(4) As for the dialogue, what's with KC delivering the "clincher lines" (e.g. "You would be different, things would be different"; "You weren't a father to me at all, period.") in full theatrical bravado? Where's the restraint?

(5) I've always thought Maryo J. de los Reyes veered away from the waterworks, but just from the 3:40 trailer, there are 6 shots of KC and/or Gabby crying. That's one crying shot per 40 seconds!

Would it be impossible for Star Cinema to produce a schmaltz-free movie? I guess not.

See for yourselves:



Before I forget, happy father's day to all dads, including mine of course!

Eight Random Election Afterthoughts

1. Ara Mina lost. Anjo Yllana lost. Aiko Melendez lost. Bottomline: Pops and Paulie, don't even think about it. Or better yet, tell everyone you don't know who the heck Jomari Yllana is.

2. May mga schoolmates (high school and college) pala akong politicians. Sa mga nanalo,congratulations! Sa mga di masyadong mapalad, (a) Di kailangan nasa gobiyerno para maglingkod-bayan, (b) Stick to your guns and serve the public if that's really your calling; the public will see through you, (c) End of the world na raw sa 2012, but then kungpostponed there's always 2013.

3. If Noy would rather be sworn in by a barangay captain, look no further. Anjan na sa senado o, number 1 pa - IDOL KO SI KAP BONG REVILLA!!!

4. Risa Hontiveros said it’s mathematically impossible for her to get the 12th spot in the senate race. Ma’am, as much as it hurts me to say this, we were hoping against hope. After all, ang kalaban mo sa karera, nakakabayo! Ang pagbabalik ni Leon Guerrero sa senado!

5. Villar and Loren lost, and I was kinda expecting them to get even with their ineffective endorsers by replacing them in their shows. After all, they paid millions to these stars for... nothing. So I was visualizing a Jed Madela vs Eric Santos vs Christian Bautista vs Tita Loren showdown tomorrow on ASAP XV. I was also expecting Tito Manny to get contestants who swam in a sea of garbage for Wheel of Fortune and Biga-10. But now that it's Binoe Padilla hosting Wowowee, I guess Tito Manny will have to make do with replacing Lolo Pidol in his TV5 shows and guesting in Show Me the Manny, perhaps.

6. The only scandals that work nowadays are scandals about stolen stuff. This means, yes, Filipinos (including me) do not really care about having a president having allegedly failed what turned out to be fake psychological tests (I didn't vote for Noy because of his apparent lack of skills, not because he was allegedly cuckoo. Heck, the first senator I shaded was #13 - someone who has been confirmed depressed after her son's death – Miriam). People of my hometown don't really care much for Japayukis getting allegedly raped by the vice mayor and several councilors. The councilors who ran again, plus the vice mayor all won. Compare these to the C5 extension and PSE sweet deal scandals that were thrown to Tito Manny. No amount of endorsements from Lolo Pidol, Wowowee and People's Champ resuscitated his credibility.

7. What the effing eff was Willie Revillame thinking, challenging ABS-CBN to fire him because of Jobert Sucaldito, just days before the elections? In the first place, he's not exactly A"Bias"-CBN's (I don't really 100% believe in this, I just want to use it) darling as of the moment as he endorsed Manny while the TV network has made it quite clear from the start they were leaning towards a Noynoy presidency. And the smug attitude by saying "ABS-CBN is not the only TV station in the Philippines." The heck? ABS-CBN has kept you despite that "explain before you complain" scandal, the anniversary stampede and your generally inept and irritating manner of hosting. Now that your presidential candidate lost and with the ire of your rival Joey de Leon who has TV shows on TV5 and GMA, which TV networks are you actually planning on transferring to? IBC 13? NBN? The Dating Daan station.

8. Boy Abunda on 'Kris's Despedida' issue: "Give the girl a break." Uhm, Kuya Boy, kaya nga pinapaalis, para siya magkabreak! Isipin mo, kung aalis si Kris, magkakabreak siya, magkakabreak din ang sambayanang Pilipino! Bongga!

Why I’m voting for Gibo Teodoro

Finally, I have decided who to vote for President on Monday. After much thought, it came down to either Richard Gordon or Gilbert Teodoro. Sorry, but at least for me, the others weren’t even close. I eliminated Villar as early as when he announced his candidacy (and it wasn’t even because of the C5 issue). Nicanor Perlas and JC de los Reyes didn’t really strike me as people who can actually do things on a national scale, although I applaud their efforts in their previous endeavors. Jamby’s anti-Villar campaign focus at the start of the campaign did not impress me. Noynoy Aquino was someone I considered up until I realized something – he hasn’t really done anything. So, I choose Gibo.

I have no grand illusions of this decision as having a ground-breaking, earth-shattering effect on the elections, compared to what I think a popular noontime show host thinks of his grand Vice President “announcement,” but hell yeah, it’s my vote and I am making sure I’m making an informed, well-thought decision. People who think making such a big deal out of one’s vote is unnecessary, close this note now. I guess I’m just someone who thinks exercising my right to vote will give me the right to participate in my country’s future. So, yes, I’ll be entitled to complain come hell or high water if Gibo doesn’t win and whoever sits in the presidency constructs another circus with a 6 year run.

So, why am I voting for Gibo?
  • At least for me, the presidency is a job. I consider myself a part of a 36 million-strong country-wide HR department who’ll determine the candidate fitting the position. As any other job interviewer, the first thing I’ll be looking for are qualifications, of course.
  • Noynoy Aquino was 3-term congressman and a senator for close to three years. For those more than ten years in the legislative, he became Deputy Speaker for Luzon (a bone tossed by then House Speaker de Venecia to placate his LP dogs/supporters) and Senate Committee Chair on Local Government. He authored 9 bills plus sponsored another 9 in the senate, and those that were actually passed into laws add up to a total of (drumroll, please)... 4. Yes, there’s definitely more to legislature than to write laws. I understand there’s check and balance with the executive and judiciary, adhoc senate committees, etc etc – I graduated with a Political science degree, thank you. But when you have someone like Miriam Defensor-Santiago who has authored around 700+ bills since 2004, heads senate committees, is battling depression after her son’s suicide AND is allegedly psychologically unstable, Noynoy’s 18 bills just doesn’t seem to make sense. At all.
  • Erap has had some really solid accomplishments during his interrupted presidency, including the quashing of the MILF, the “booming” of the BPO industry and the use of his picture on MRT cards, a project his predecessor masterminded. He was also found guilty of plunder beyond reasonable doubt and was sentenced to reclusion perpetua. Meaning, he would still be in jail now if not for the presidential pardon a little lady bestowed on him. Bottom line: he’s a criminal who got away.
  • Whatever happened to Villar’s Capitol Bank? I still remember watching the news with people lining up just to discover that bank already closed. I just cannot imagine someone running my country if he couldn’t even prevent his bank from going bankrupt. Yes, I know, businessmen are supposed to take risks and make mistakes. But come on, this was a bank with other people’s money, for effing goodness sakes, gone, just like that.
  • The use of children, poor (as in fiscally poor, not just cutesy poor) children at that, to campaign for you is inexcusable. I don’t even care if the jingle is as catchy as H1N1 flu. What the heck, letting children tell the public that you are God’s sent to eliminate poverty because you were poor before? How creative and thoroughly disgusting. The worst thing with that campaign was that people easily dismissed it as “You have to hand it to his PR men, the ad is so catchy.” Seriously? From my end it sure looks like Children of the Corn dressed in tattered clothes. Read: BRAINWASHING the most vulnerable, because they are (1) children (who are like tape recorders and repeat anything, catchy or not) and (2) poor (who’ll do anything for a warm meal).
  • Another thing that bugs me: candidates that claim that they used to be poor. That was like 30 years ago. You are swimming in money now. Get over it!
  • I will not vote for a candidate who hasn’t done anything and just tells everyone to vote for him because he’ll “continue” his parents’ legacy. Our country is brimming with heroes. In that case shall we invite all Osmenas, Aguinaldos, Quezons, Garcias, Magsaysays and Rizals to run for presidency? On second thought, why don’t we all invite all descendants of St. Lorenzo Ruiz to be president? That’s one person recognized not only by the Filipino public, but the entire Catholic Church on all corners of the world. That way we don’t just get the son of a hero and a dead president, we get the grandson or granddaughter of a saint. A SAINT!
  • I will not vote for Bro. Eddie because it’s his second time to run. Now, he’s claiming he was called by the higher power for the second time to run again. Now if the same higher power called him to run the first time, why did he lose? The higher power may act in mysterious ways, but for him to let his “chosen one” lose the first time and call him the second time seems a bit absurd.
  • Jamby, after Gordon and Gibo, actually has the best public service track record. What I don’t like about her campaign is that she started off by doing an anti-Villar campaign. I don’t really want to give my vote to someone who’s just presenting herself as an alternate to someone she hates. As much as she has already started showing TV ads of her platforms and issues, I think it’s a little too late.
  • Until the last minute, I considered Richard Gordon, but then if he couldn’t even run a campaign with his running mate, I’m afraid he might be running a one-man show should he become president. That’s rather scary.
I am voting for Gibo because he has the qualifications for the job. He has the smarts, the leadership skills, a clean track record and holds himself accountable to everything he has done. No “vote for me because I’m the chosen one.” No “vote for me because I’m the son of heroes.” No “vote for me because I used to be poor and poor kids are singing my campaign jingle.” No “vote for me because we all hate this shark of a candidate.”

Of all the candidates, I see myself voting for Gibo and actually being proud of voting for him. I don’t get the feeling that I’ll have to defend him or think twice before telling anyone that he has my vote. If he wins, I am convinced better things are in store for our country. If he loses, then I won’t really be surprised if we’re headed for another six years of waste.

EPAL (Eight Points at Labay-labay*)

* Randomness, in Ilonggo labay-labay (stress on 2nd and 4th syllables) means random and, most of the time, unnecessary stuff. In Bisaya, labay (stress on 1st syllable) means to throw, so I guess, it sort of means the same, right?

(1) I am currently in that smoking area/al fresco area of McDonald's Greenbelt. A few minutes ago, I was minding my own business (tending to my Facebook restaurant and reading Jessica Zafra's blog) when I saw, from my peripheral vision, a European-looking guy (think Peter Sarsgaard) walk over the waist-high glass fence that separated the area from the sidewalk. He approached me, and in ever-so-thinly accented English, asked me for 29 bucks because he needed that much to go home to San Pedro, Laguna. I was dumbstruck for around three seconds before I offered my apologies.

(2) He went inside the store, probably to ask for 29 bucks from someone else. His head was filled with sweat and I was freaked out for a minute before recovering. He was so precise. 29 pesos. He must have really needed it. Lord, sorry. I'm just your regular, jaded Manila resident whose first reaction to any solicitor is a quick N-O.

(3) If he had said that he needed 29 bucks to get to his next pit stop before a team catches up with him in the Amazing Race, I would have reached for my pockets in no time, nanginginig pa.

(4) I just watched An Education days ago, so I really have a HUGE thing for Peter Sarsgaard. It is difficult to say no to Peter Sarsgaard.

(5) If he had asked me for some other thing, it would have taken me a full minute to say no. Nobody says no to Peter Sarsgaard. Who the F cares about Maggie Gylenhaal? Actually, I would have said yes.

No, wait. My morals are intact. Intact ampota.

(6) Now, why is he going home to San effing Pedro in effing Laguna? No offense to Laguna residents, but...?
(7) Wait, are there an abundance of cash-strapped and impossibly hot foreigners in San Pedro, Laguna? Shall we all move to effing San Pedro like, now?

(8) Will somebody tell me how to react to a hot foreigner soliciting cash?

Oysters:Pearl = Me:Ranting

A pearl is formed when a foreign object is introduced into a mussel or oyster. In turn, the animal coats that foreign object with a substance called nacre. The piling up of nacre makes the pearl.

Now, if human beings could only be like oysters that not only coat irritants, but also create something beautiful. Alas, this is not the case, especially for your truly. Irritating objects are subjects of, well, irritation, and therefore it is my ernest wish that they be eradicated from the face of the earth. No, I'm not an oyster, hell no. So, sue me.

It just so happens that our planet is filled with irritants, and much of them are things I cannot really eradicate, unfortunately. They come in all forms and circumstances, mostly unavoidable - songs that stick in your consciousness like moist booger, overheard conversations you wish you hadn't heard - you get my drift. So, let this blog serve as my vent for things irritating, in the hopes that, despite not having the enviable talent of oysters, I may still hold on to what's left of my sanity.

Case in point:
One afternoon, I was in line to pay for junk I wanted to eat minutes later, and two ladies dressed in university uniforms were engaged in a very animated conversation. It was their turn already but the girl holding her supposed purchase was lost in her thoughts, as she was trying to remember something to contribute to aforementioned conversation. The cashier was thirty seconds close to hurling expletives, with her eyes ready to commit murder, if looks could kill. The conversation became a variation of the popular noontime show staple Pinoy Henyo, and everyone got into the action because it felt like the girl will not hand in the bottled water she wants to buy unless she remembers what it was she really wanted.

Girl Friend: So, inumin siya? (So, it's something to drink?)
Gaga girl: Oo, shiet, ano ba kase yun? Ungggggggh. (Yes, shit, if I could only remember. Scary sound of frustration that one wouldn't expect a lady to produce, with matching feet stomping).
GF: Softfrink?
GG: Hindi. (No.)
GF: Kape?
GG: Hindi.
GF: Juice?
GG: Mmmmmm.....deeeeeeeee. (Neeeeeeee..........oooooowwwwwwwwwwwww. Imagine sound of someone constipated for two days.)
GF: Masarap? Ano color? (Is it delicious? What color?)
GG: Parang yellow na orange. (One of two things: Mountain Dew or urine???)

Cashier is frothing at her mouth and threatening to transform into Emily Rose any second.

GF: Iniinom natin? (Do we drink it?)
GG: Oo naman. (But of course, stupid.)
Counter bagger: Malamig siyang inumin? (Is it a cold drink?)

GG shots CB a sarcastic glance along the lines of "Yah, like that's gonna help" while refusing to honor what I felt was a valid question.

GF: Oo nga, malamig? (Yes, is it cold?)
GG: Duh, syempre. (Duh, of course, with matching rolling of eyes, with undertones of "Why did you listen to lowly counter bagger. You're supposed to be on my side. Some friend, eejot!")

Cashier breathes extra audibly like her lungs were about to combust.

GF: Naku, ano kaya yan? (Oh my, what could that be?)
GG: Basta, maikli lang yung name. (Well, it's got a short name.)
GF: Mga ilang letters? (Around how many letters?)
GG: Sure ako. Sure ako. Two. Two letters. Ayan na!!! Nasa dulo na ng dila ko!!! (I'm sure. I'm sure. Two. Two letters. There it is! It's at the tip of my tongue).
GF: May ganun ba? (Is there such a thing, you moron? We're causing a scene. I don't wanna be identified with you after this.)
Cashier: Coke? (In between gnashed teeth)
GG: Two letters, 'te. Two!!! (Two letters, sister. Two letters. Don't you know how to count? You're the cashier, you're supposed to know how to count.)
Me, who is 95% so over this woman: RC?

GG stares blankly at me, considers my answer for 5 seconds, then says: Hindi e. Hindi siya softdrink. Pero two letters talaga e. (No, it's not. It's not a softdrink. But it really has two letters, with her eyes starting to get misty from the struggle of thinking)

Two guys who looked like construction workers making the building beside the store and our office were behind me at the line. One of them was beginning to mutter "Pasalamat to babae sya..." (She should thank her lucky stars she a girl or else, I would have clobbered her to a pulp).

Then, by some stoke of genius, GG turned around and looked at the construction workers behind me. Her eyes widened like she found a pot of gold when she saw what the other construction worker was holding.

GG: AYAN!!! Ayan!! Girl, Ayan o! (There it is!!! There! Girl, there it is, pointing her friend to what the guy was holding)

The guy was holding a plastic bottle of C2 iced tea.


C2. C. Two. C. 2.

GF: Ah!!!!!!!!!!! C2! Hahahahahahaha. (Nervous laughter, meaning: Shet, nakakahiya ka.)
CB: C2 pala e. (Oh, it's C2. If you weren't pretty, I swear you're just plain dumb.)
Cashier: C2? (Medics, I think I'm gonna faint.)
Construction workers: Ah, eto? (Oh, this one? )
Me: ... (ANAKNGPUTAKTE. BOBA. SINCE WHEN NAGING LETTER ANG NUMERONG 2? HA? BWAKANANG(*)^$^&B V*B!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
GF: Girl, balik ka dun at kuha ka na ng C2. (Girl, haul your hiney on the double and get that effing drink before someone whoops your ass.)

After the two of them left the counter, I looked at the cashier, the two construction workers and the poor bagger. I swear they, me included, looked like we almost got ran over by a car seconds ago.

Cue REM.
"Don't let yourself go." (looking at the bagger whose mouth was still agape)
"'Cause everybody cries..." (looking at the cashier who has been shaking her head for two minutes now)
"Everybody hurts...." (looking at the two construction workers, whose bottles of C2 iced tea are already dripping precipitate)
"Sometimes." (Feeling like I just ran a 100 meter dash)

I walked out slowly of the store while devouring my bag of Mr. Chips in record time.

I could just imagine how difficult it is to be an oyster.