10.29.2011 | 10:35

All-Out War or All-Out Confusion?

With what happened in Al Barka, Basilan last October 18, we can already conclude that there is severe military lapse. As the ceasefire agreement still stands, however, this oppression from the MILF is on definite question. Why will they attack the soldiers? On what grounds are they vindicated? Let us discuss some points to get us out of the confusion.

It is not a secret that the MILF has been quite on the run towards getting their so-called Ancestral Domain. This refer to areas which once belonged to their forefathers but due to the modernization, civilization and autonomy of the local governments, some of these lands have been alienated and others have become base camps to our military. Retrieval is for autocratic reasons, just like separating Mindanao from the Philippines all over and again. For the administration's move, they have already designated several ATS, areas of temporary stay, to the MILF since they cannot completely give in to the Memorandum of Agreement (MoA) on Ancestral Domain pressed by the MILF leaders.

The MoA will only subdivide the Philippines, just as how the Spaniards intelligently did some 300 years ago. WE DO NOT WANT THAT TO HAPPEN.

Apart from battling the MILF passively, there is still the Abu Sayyaf which needs to be seized. From here starts the underlying reasons of the MILF. Our military is on the constant battle with the Abu Sayyaf and in the process, they would eventually need to pass through several areas in ARMM which they deem as the latter's camps. With the recent events, the military passed through an ATS (in search of Abus), which is Al Barka, and it is high time for the MILF to become hostile! 19 of our soldiers were killed.

The MILF starts to think that they can get away from this, but no, as long as vigilant citizens live, they cannot.

There is a shady future for the MILF and as they try to convince themselves that they have the President on their side, then they should start on new solid plans.

The President may have had, what?, cold feet on the All-Out War matter which is definitely very disappointing. As the Commander-in-Chief of the Armed Forces, he must give the biases to our soldiers, so as to boost their morale! Nineteen soldiers died for nothing if there is constant justification from these MILF people. P-noy's attempts to pacify these hostilities by his All-Out Peace campaign is just completely redundant (of the Tuwid na Daan which is still beyond walfway) and muting. Masyado na nating bine-baby itong mga taong ito. It is about time that we, you Mr. President, show them that MILF's playing of the role "KAMI ANG BOSS MO" is not at all times applicable.

Only an All-Out War will eradicate the MILF together with the Abu Sayyaf. Show no mercy for people who continue to divide us and bring us down from within. Let us show them our injustice system in this manner, tutal, diyan naman tayo magaling.

And only then, will we attain peace and progress.

10.28.2011 | 11:15

"I just wanted to..."

I just alighted from the FX. 10 minutes to 6. I am the master of estimation, considering I left home at around 5:30.

San ka? Dito na me.

On my way sa Veranda. Bought some things and stuffed them in the car. I'm glad to know you're here.

Malakas ka sakin James, eh. Sige. I'll see you in a mo'.

I tucked my earphones, the ones that he gave me as a birthday gift. Oo na. Ako na ang ginastusan nitong batang to. Habang naglalakad ako, I saw this cute guy sa may Golds Gym. I was smiling through him, not at him. Aba, si gagu, ngumiti! Hahaha. Natawa talaga ako sa kaloob-looban ko. Masikip ang daanan and there is a little chance na maiwasan ko siya so umakyat ako sa escalator. Palihim ko siya sinundan ng tingin at aakyat din sana siya, pero di niya tinuloy. Cute siya pero di ko bet. LOL. At may date ako no. Hahaha.

At exactly six, nakarating ako sa coffee shop na napagkasunduan naming pagkitaan. And OH MY FCUKIN HOLE, isang anghel ang bumaba sa lupa! Shet, ang pogi. Bagong look and all that. Nainlove ako ulit. He has something gift-wrapped at nung inabot niya sakin yun, kinilig ang tinggil ko. Chot. Hahaha. Leche, sobrang sweet ng batang ito! Ano ba ang nagawa ko sa past life ko para magkaroon ng sobrang almost perfect na guy like this one to meet me? Kung maaalala niyo ang post ko dati, may hawig sila ni Scheduler. Ngayon, PARA NA TALAGA SIYANG SI SCHEDULER, pati haircut! At ikinagulat ko ay ang...

Eto nga pala si Scheduler.
Paghalik niya sa akin Ate Charo. Opo. Inangkin niya ang aking labi ohmygas. Sa harap ng no less than ten people na nagkakape ng mga panahong yun. Okay, keber, karamihan beki at paminta, at selos na selos sila hahaha. Nahiya man ako ng konti pero okay na rin. Umupo kami at umorder siya ng mga nakasanayan naming inumin at kainin. I can't help but smile sa kinauupuan ko habang nakatingin sa kanya, at habang yung ibang tao ata eh nakatingin parin sakin, nakataas ang eyebrows. What the fcuk. Shoo. Alis mga tsismaxers.

Aaminin ko. Kinilig talaga ako sa gesture niya. Alam naman niyang wala pa akong boyfriend pagkatapos ganun ang gagawin niya. Yun bang pakiramdam na, gusto mo lang kiligin kasi medyo tigang ang lovelife, tapos bigla kang masusurprise, ewan! Basta, nakakatuwa siya. PERO. Napaisip ako, bakit niya to ginagawa? Anong motibo ang nasa likuran ng sweet-sweetan na ito? AND WHY AM I SO EASY?

Simple lang. Bakit easy ako? Kasi crush ko siya. Ano ang motibo niya? Malalaman ko after this meetup.

"I just wanted to tell you, na I'm very happy na nakilala kita. Wala ng nagp-papark sa kotse ko sa masisikip na spaces. Wala ng tumutulong sakin sa Calculus. I had trouble nung finals. Lagi kitang naiisip. Pati sa Physics, wala na ring nag-eexplain sakin ng concepts..." sabi niya. Well phrased. Pota. Parang scripted.

Ano ako, valet? Tutor? Ganyan?

"Wait, stop making faces, I know I sound sleazy. I just can't tell you directly na I still haven't moved on from what happened sa atin. You might ask, ano ang pinakain mo sa akin. Hindi ko rin alam Joe," sinabi niya, almost pabulong, with that maamong face. Okay. Bat nakakaramdam ako ng awa sa kanya?

Just to sidetrack. Si James ay pangalawa sa kanilang dalawang magkapatid. Yung kuya niya, may asawa na. Tapos siya lang lagi ang naiiwan sa kanila with his butler and three helpers. Laging may business meeting, et cetera ang kanyang mga magulang. Ang kanya namang mga bestfriend ay sa Tagaytay nakatira. Kaya di ko maiwasan na companion lang ang hanap ng batang ito. I didn't want to spoil him, or be rude sa kanya, pero hindi ko rin alam kung paano sasabihin ang mga bagay na gusto kong i-break sa kanya. Ayoko masabihang choosy at maarte at pahabol-effect.

Ang hirap ng sitwasyon ko noh?

"Ano palang laman nito?" I asked.

"Sa bahay niyo na buksan. Uhm. I just want to tell you na I'm very happy that you showed up. Well, I expected this, sembreak naman at alam kong patay na patay ka parin sakin," he laughed. "I'm just kidding."

Punyemas na bata ito ah. Masyadong assuming. Pero, ganun ba ako kadaling basahin? Haha.

This ends it. Wala na akong maiku-kwento eh. Pagkauwi ko, kilig na kilig lang. Parang high school na naka-date ang first love lang ang peg. Oha. Pero walang nangyaring promise-an or whatever. Kinomfort ko lang ang bata. I know na nasa isang phase lang siya at malalagpasan niya rin ito. Namiss niya lang daw ako. If I know. Namiss niya ako kasama sa kama choz.


10.27.2011 | 07:13

Joe Meets James, Again

Robinsons Galleria, the Veranda. Starbucks. Around 6pm.

Ex lang kita kaya wala kang karapatang utusan ako.

Parking is paid. I'll be there two hours before. You will meet me.

Wow ha. Ingleserong froglet. Opo pupunta po ako. What is this urgency all about?

If I tell, you won't come.

You still haven't moved on ano?

You make me laugh. Gear up, have lunch. It's almost 130.

Ang yabang mo. Pasalamat ka at pogi ka, kung hindi, 'di kita sisiputin.

Oo na. You've told me na pogi ako a lot of times, it actually bothers me.

Bakit naman?

Kung pogi ako, bat mo ako iniwan?

Hmm. Hindi ko rin alam. Siguro kasi may hinahanap lang ako nung mga panahong 'yon, at akala ko ikaw yun..

Ouch. That hurts, the fifth time. Do you want me to resend your text messages? They look like a template, I swear! Ganyang ganyan din ang text mo sakin last month.

James, paano pag sinabi kong hindi din ako maka-move on?

Eh how about Marcus? I thought you guys have something mutual?

*ouch. bistado. lol
Okay then, 6pm. :)

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As a sidetrack, I'm not the father of the baby. HINDI PA AKO READY NOH!

10.26.2011 | 01:22

Tick. Tock.

It is the monumental decay of an irreversible feat. Without the extra helpings of a melodramatic background music, it will definitely hit me to tears and now that I think about it, it's one of the future things that foretell the worst is yet to come.

Reading self-help books ain't enough. The toughest of these challenges is not what meets the eye, it is fate's tacit answer to the dilemma. Pressure mounts everyday, exponentially.

As if these are all enough, here comes my ex-girlfriend (without my knowledge, got pregnant, and), giving birth, on the date of our anniversary years back. It's funny how nature pulled up this coincidence.

Ako ba ang tatay?



I hope not.

10.21.2011 | 01:55

She Lives Next Door

I am suffering from a medically unknown disease which binds the tongue when the mind is clouded with too much information. One doctor actually diagnosed me with dyslexia and after a keen research on this topic, was able to find several details about the disease. I do not suffer from this dyslexia thing.

"No, you can't just tell me a certain illness when I'm paying you the right amount here. Enough of this gambol," I said and without thinking twice, slammed the door to his office on my way out. The patients outside his clinic were terrified.

Unhappy with one doctor's resolution that I'm dumb (yes, that is how his diagnosis sounds to me), I sought the help of another person, this time, a linguist. She lives next door.

Warmly lighted and good-smelling, her house is. She accepts visitors by day and I felt deeply welcome with her bright yellow clothes and lavender wafting in the atmosphere. Her voice was soothing, every word she's saying calms me down like a hypnotic spell. Such a fancy.

"Talk," she convinced me, "about this picture that I'm holding." She gestured her fingers around the frame. While she was doing so, the trappings of her bracelet were moving back and forth. I swear to God I was distracted with the movement of her hands, and of the dangling bits in her accessory, that I cannot think of another way to verbalize my interpretation.

Closing my eyes was the best way to avoid seeing the cyclical drifting. I restructured the picture on my mind and tried imputing one of the millions of adjectives that can be located in a dictionary. However, for a trice the forces of nature might have collaborated to pull away the alphabet from my neurons and prevented me from pronouncing a single thread of my cerebration. I felt helpless and inutile.

Just when I thought I was doomed, bound for another judgment, I felt a warm mouth on my nape, to my ears, then, to my lips. I opened my eyes and kissed her. The feeling was insurmountable. We made out in her living room.

Three hours of pleasure passed, we cleaned ourselves and went back to business as if nothing ever happened. Words -- a plethora of verbal syntaxes -- started materializing in the form of my voice. At last, I'm able to speak my mind!

"'suppose all you needed was some good loosening up. Good job," she quipped.

My life was never the same from that day on. We would always have sessions either on her house or in my pad, but she leaves every weekend for some outdoor activity.

Before she left for the second weekend since we knew each other, I asked for her name.

Kayla. She beamed and winked at me with her heavenly features. I could only miss her so much, and wish that it was Monday again.


to be restructured
Post Script: I doesn't equate me. =)

10.20.2011 | 13:26

Goodbye

Consider this as my personal goodbye.

We haven't met for a good two years but I can still vividly picture out the laughter that we all shared when you were still around, the time I last saw you.

It is almost a definite truth that most of the loud gays are funny. He is. He was.

Until the 18th of October. I received a text message from I don't know who (since I was sensitive of the message that he/she sent, I didn't bother ask his/her name) saying metaphorically that another friend passed away. For the purposes of this post we will name this blessed soul Nick.

I was first introduced to Nick in one of the EBs in our mini-clan [please, not the cheap type of clan]. My first impression of him was nothing but 'another gay I will put at the side', if you know what I mean. Without leaving the first thirty seconds of our meetup, I was laughing out loud with his jokes. I actually found him cool.

When I had my PR account, it was a great surprise that I saw him view my profile. Damn! He must not know... He sent me a message. So it won't look all guilty-of-something, I replied. We exchanged a few messages, and after saying that I chat in a familiar way, asked me to show my face picture. As if I would give him.

For the past months, I'd always see him logged in the site. Status: SEX.

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While the clan was still active, he would occasionally send group messages like,
I just slept with Justin. I met him in FEU and he equals damn gorgeous. Performance level aketch! Napaliyad na lang si poging fafa. Nadiligan na ulit sa wakas.
It gave me the general idea. Nick is sexually active.

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I asked the texter, "Uhm, don't you think...?" and I must admit it was out of my tactlessness. I think the texter got what I was trying to imply and replied with something which made me feel embarrassed. I was ashamed of myself at that moment. Sometimes I really don't know how to act depending on the situation.

He is my follower on my legitimate Twitter account and I backread on his Tweets. I think I read something like 'been in the ambulance for the third time. 41 degrees na lagnat na naman.' and these tweets gave me the speculations.

If it was the third time that he was sent to the hospital via an ambulance, therefore he had been near to death three times now for the same reason. Dengue fever was my first conclusion. But then, if these keep on recurring, could this be something else? Like, AIDS?

I erased the thought for one moment. How dare me to think of it that way, associating the sickness with his sexual activeness. However, I'm left with no other inferences. He must be sick of something like that. From the time I knew him, we were 17 years old, he's already sexually active.

What I'm trying to point out here is to raise awareness. If it is dengue fever which caught him thrice, then let us be wary of the fever and do something about it in our own little ways.

If it is STD, let us keep on practicing safe methods. I'd be an advocate from now on, because I don't want to lose people I know just because of STD.

I will always think of the good times we had with Nick. True, that life is short to be spent on things that don't make sense. Nick was a happy man. He will always be remembered.

10.02.2011 | 00:39

Anti-Angry Birds Bill

Apparently, the rejection of his fail-versed juridical concoction did not deject Congressman Winnie Castelo from making sure that he will nest out his dislike to fads.

House Bill Number 5379, a.k.a. the Anti-Angry Birds Bill, is next on queue to this lawmaker's craigslist. The law, according to Representative Castelo, (paraphrased) will detect and look at product diversity in the market. The root to the evolution of this bill is the disappointment of the lawmaker to finding suitable gifts for his godchildren after seeing 168 Mall in Tutuban overwhelmed with toys, shirts, and other merchandise with caricatures of Angry Birds characters.

Diversity. Does this man really observe well?

Drop by any random mall. You will see a siomai stall beside another beside another. You will spot bags, notebooks, pencil cases flooded of the same TV personalities' faces/show and what-not. Tea stores springing like mushrooms than ever. Fastfood chains offering unlimited rice after one franchise offered the same deal. Where is diversity anyway? What scope is this mad-man trying to encapsulate? To what improvement is he seeking?

Diversity is generally blinded by instant popularity. Eventually, business owners would try to go-with-the-flow, mow-in-the-row, ride in the bandwagon, so they won't get left behind. The next thing you know, everyone is offering different things that look the same.

It is quite a shame that most officials who got elected on the 2010 elections have neurotic disorders. Where is the brain? Have the zombies taken them yet?

I see no clear reason why we should take this congressman seriously. He's definitely gone nuts. With the rate he's going, the next suggestions could be as close to Anti-Exhaling Bill. There are more important things than picking on kiddie stuff while the National Budget needs proper apportioning. He should get a life, honestly.

Unquote Joe

Most of the time, tact is not for the intelligent. It takes a great deal of 'being there' to realize that something else is going on.
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