January 29, 2010

J.D. Salinger: 1919-2010

Most of the time, I don’t really have strong feelings towards things or views. Like I don’t really have one favorite food or color or piece of clothing. I have a new favorite every month depending on my mood.

There are only a few things that I consider to be really my favorite and for which I’m very passionate about. Those include the music of Incubus, the TV show Friends, and J.D. Salinger’s books.

My love for these have never waned, and will never do.

I remember I met J.D. Salinger and Holden Caulfield back in high school, when I was 14. Like any other teenager, I was full of angst about everything and everyone around me, thinking that life was unfair and it especially treated teenagers like me unjustly.

I was keeping a journal at that time, and I remember that while I was reading the book, I would always say something about it in my journal, like what a terrible liar Holden was, or how I could relate to him and his dislike for the movies.

After reading the book, writing a script about it, and doing a (high school production) movie about it, I was officially in love with Holden and Phoebe and J.D. Salinger himself. And I vowed to get all his other three books.

Like what I said when I did a rather shady review of Franny and Zooey in my other blog, what I love the most about Salinger is his ability to state different forms of truth as bluntly and as truthfully as he could.

I haven’t really read a lot of books, but the ones I did read don’t really compare to his style of writing, and so no other author has really made that big an impact to me.

I must say, although he was 91 when he died, J.D. Salinger’s death shocked me a little. Like I said to Ann, you can’t really prepare for when someone dies, no matter how much you tell yourself that you’re ready for it.

Death is like a whole new dimension to us. All we ever know about pain and emptiness and loneliness now don’t really compare to how we’re going to feel when someone dies.

One of the people I admire the most just died.

January 28, 2010

Grammar 101: get past it vs. get passed it

How did you get past it? VS. How did you get passed it?

Which one is the correct sentence here? English Majors mahiya kayo if you picked the second one. Haha.

There are people who are confused with the two sentences, especially when it’s spoken because past and passed sound a bit similar. But that’s where their similarities end. The two words have very different meaning.

When you say get PAST it, the word “past” doesn’t refer to either time or tense. The closest word you could substitute it with is “by”, so you can also say, “how did you get by it?”

The whole expression means how did you recover from something or how did you deal with it.

However, how did you get passed it is so wrong on so many levels. Haha. But first, let’s take at the word “passed” and take a look what it means.

The base form pass can mean “to hand over something to someone else”, “to go through some place”, or the antonym of fail.. In this context, I believe the confusion comes from the word meaning “to go through”.

But if you’re going to mean that, the word pass should always be accompanied by the word “by”. The correct term now for the meaning “to go through” is “pass by” or “passed by” for the past tense. Eg. Did you pass by the supermarket on your way home? Saying, “Did you pass the supermarket on our way home?” is incorrect.

That being said, how did you get passed it is very confusing. I think the word “passed” in the sentence is confused to mean “to go through” but there is the missing “by”.

Suppose we say, “how did you get passed by it?”

Does it make the sentence correct?

No. Because the confusion stems from people taking the expression literally when it’s just a figure of speech.

Also, it still has two main verbs. “get passed” doesn’t make sense.

May 12, 2009

What is Rent?

A word somehow loses its meaning if you hear it often enough. It becomes alien to you again. At the start of the movie while the cast was singing “Rent”, I lost it. Rent, rent, rent, rent, rent, rent. If you repeat it often enough, it’ll take a second for you to think what it means again.

During the course of the movie, rent has been given another meaning, has been associated with different things other than what you think it is. It’s amazing how one word can mean so many things of different levels and how it can affect your view point after having an encounter with it in an unusual way.

Rent. It doesn’t really give you a background on what the movie will be about, especially if you haven’t heard of it before. It’s not like Die Hard that when you hear it for the first time, you just know it’s going to be a hardcore action film where people will die hard,apparently. Rent. Is it going to be about house rent, or is it a name of a thing, a dog perhaps. Is it going to be a comedy like Friends where a group of people share to pay their rent with their room mates and have a great time hanging out in coffee shops and their apartments.

Rent. It’s ambiguous and it can have so many meanings. During the first minutes of watching the film, I was introduced to different people who are encountering different kinds of meaning towards the word “rent” but at the same time share the general meaning of it, and the central plot of the story. And it’s one of those films where you’ll have the eureka moment within just the first minutes and you’ll know that the rest of the movie is going to be awesome.

Everything is rent. That’s the whole point. Our lives, our talents, our friends, our family, our material things, everyone we know. Everything is rent. Every character is battling with something that’s been rent to them. Their apartment, a girlfriend, a good friend, talent, and of course ultimately their lives.

Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes in a year. How will you make the most of it? What will you do if you know you’re not going to be able to experience all that? Will it drive you crazy to know you have something special and yet you can’t seem to utilize it to its fullest potential.

Rent. It’s about living the life as colorful, as wild, as risky as possible, because if you don’t, you’re wasting your time. It’s like making a beautiful cake and not eating it because you don’t want to spoil its beauty, and in the end it’ll be spoiled anyway because you left it uneaten too long.

Rent is a wonderful expression of everything positive about life. Living the Bohemian life. Doing what you love as long as you’re not hurting other people. Trying out new things that will make way for growth. Rent is more than a movie, more than songs, more than dances. Rent is life. And life is rent.

May 8, 2009

Death Statistics Bullshit

It’s like the matrix is unfolding right before my eyes. As usual, another thought struck me early this morning when I heard something on TV. It was Arnold Clavio, saying very solemnly about the death statistics of mothers giving birth. He said that 10 mothers die of childbirth every day. And he said it like it’s the saddest thing that could possibly happen to anyone.

I’m probably bordering on insensitivity here, even hostility, but I suddenly asked myself why we’re so affected by the everyday number of death of people. It’s natural, people die. And people are born. Not that Arnold Clavio would ask me but the birth rate in the Philippines is 26.42 births/1,000 population as opposed to the death rate of 5.15 deaths/1,000 population.

I know they (media) just became “concerned” about the death statistics of mothers because it’s Mother’s Day, but if they’re going to go berserk over statistics, consider both sides first. And consider the condition of those mothers giving birth every day without proper nutrition or shelter.

And okay, so what if people get concerned and touched by the notion that mothers should live after childbirth, what do they want to happen? Save everyone? Prevent us all from dying? What next, overpopulate the earth and speed up Doomsday?

I suddenly found all campaigns for fighting different reasons for death, futile, especially those concerning illnesses. It dawned on me that they have no logical reason for their campaigns. Fight cancer. And live forever? Suddenly, everything is a puzzle. We’re only doing this for profit, emotional and financial. Taking care of yourself is logical. But campaigning against disease like it’s not going to happen, EVER, is not.

Because in the end, death eventually gets its way; sneaks up on us on our most vulnerable moment and yells at us, “Aha! Got you!”

April 24, 2009

We are what we eat

I’m no scientist, and I’m not even close to being a major in any science course, but a thought struck me a few days ago that really made me think. I’m not sure if the implications of that thought are positive or negative. It just got me thinking.

The craziness started when I saw the commercial for one of the documentaries of GMA 7, the one where poverty in the Philippines is the topic. What’s new, right? It’s all about the poor resolving to eating janitor fish to address their hunger. As with any other documentary, it all looked sappy and seems to be invoking either pity or epiphany. I had an epiphany all right, but not the one the show has intended to invoke.

Instead of feeling sorry for the family who was eating janitor fish instead of the regular types of fish, I thought they were much more evolved than us. I mean, okay I’ve been watching Big Bang Theory A LOT more than I should, and I have no idea where the thought came from or why it did, but it did anyway.

Isn’t it a mark of evolution when a species develops something new due to necessity or reduces something because it’s useless? In this case, the family developed a stomach for eating janitor fish due to the necessity to eat. I mean, okay the reason for the “development” is poverty and hunger, but hey it’s evolution. And somehow I don’t think it’s too bad of an idea. If you look at it (hard enough) from a more positive perspective, it shows us how strong the human race is, capable of adjusting to his environment, no matter what the reasons for his adjustment may be.

It’s all evident in other animals, so why can’t we look at being able to eat janitor fish as a positive thing? The giraffes have long necks to be able to reach to branches that other animals can’t. The leopard, cheetah, and other fast runners have a flexible spine and leg muscles that give them a better chance at capturing their preys by being able to run fast. Ant-eaters have a long snouts with thick skin and large claws so that they will be able to eat ants easier while protecting themselves from all the biting the ants are doing.

When you really strip all the crap out of it, it all boils down to one thing. Survival. And the primary thing we need for survival is food. All the other animals are proof that evolution has, indeed, made them (and us) what we are because of what we eat.

April 1, 2009

About the Chip Tsao Issue. Blacklisted? Seriously?

When I first heard about Chip Tsao and about how he called the Philippines “a nation of servants” my initial reaction was, “What the fuck?” and then after a few seconds became, “Oh well…” I heard the news a few days ago, Sunday I believe. After that I never paid that much attention about it, because it seems that it’s become rather a practice to diss Filipinos once in a while by other races. And the brouhaha is really getting tiring and old because we diss fellow Filipinos every day and patronize foreign cultures so I find the people going berserk about this issue really hypocritical. But that’s another story.

Yesterday morning in Unang Hirit and last night in Ten (a weird news show in TV 5), even the newscasters (Lyn Ching, Martin Andanar, and Cherry Mercado) were expressing themselves negatively about the issue. Martin Andanar whom I call the Evan Baxter of the Philippines (you should watch him, I’m not kidding) even jokingly threatened to go back to China and kick Chip Tsao’s big fat Chinese ass.

So I thought, wow even the station who swore to not be biased against anything (except other races insulting us apparently) blatantly showed their anger and disgust to this Chip Tsao dude. He must really be that badass. By then I haven’t read the article yet, so I only have a vague idea about the whole issue. The only thing I know he said were the phrases quoted in the news like “a nation of servants” and that other one saying that he’s sponsoring a member of the enemy by paying his maid to clean his windows, something like that.

This morning I finally had a chance to read the whole article, and after I finished reading it, I felt that kind of embarrassment which sometimes make you vomit, like you wish it weren’t true and there’s really more to it, but there isn’t. And you realize how big of a bomb the whole issue has already become and there’s no way to stop it.

I felt embarrassed because upon reading the article, I didn’t feel offended. I actually cringed for the Chinese because of some of Chip Tsao’s obviously sarcastic remarks about them. And I was entertained because it was a well-written satire that proved a point. Unfortunately, he overestimated some people’s ability to understand satire.

The uproar his article has produced suddenly became like a big joke to me. I read the article again, hoping to read something I missed the first time I read it. But generally, my interpretation of Chip Tsao’s article remains the same. That what he’s actually trying to “insult” in his article weren’t the Filipinos, but his fellow Chinese.

I can only imagine how those (government officials?) who brought this to our attention were reacting while reading the article…

Gov’t official (or whoever found the article): Hey what’s this article about? hmmmm “Lenin and Stalin were once the ideological mentors of all Chinese people.” Really they were? Hmmm “Hong Kong Chinese love Japanese cartoons, Hello Kitty, and shopping in Shinjuku, let alone our round-the-clock obsession with karaoke”.. Hmmm true, true hehe those idiots.. Hmmm “a nation of servants” WHAT THE FUCK?! Hmmm.. “a patriotic Chinese man” FUCK YOU PATRIOTIC CHINESE MAN! Hmmm “China, Madam/Sir” NO!! PHILIPPINES! BULLSHIT! (and so on.. you get the point, don’t you?)

I’m not turning against my own country here, although it really seems like I am. But my only concern is that I don’t understand why it’s such a big deal when other races “openly insult” us or even make a satire about us, but we are some of the most discriminating people I know against. And against our own people. I see it every day. With friends, with officemates, with people I don’t know that much. We all discriminate. One way or another. I admit I am discriminating of other people. I see people I diss at work, or just when hanging out with friends. It’s normal to criticize other people. Most of the time it’s fun that it takes a lot of our time. But it’s nothing personal, and at the end of the day I can accept if other people say mean things about me because I do it too.

That’s why I don’t understand why they are so angered by the fact someone supposedly made fun of us as a race. So what? We make fun of ourselves. All the time. And those who are not putting other races such as Americans and Koreans on the pedestal are making fun of other races as well. What’s the difference if it’s other people who makes fun of us? Does the meaning change? Is it like a white dude calling a black dude “nigger”?

All I know is, I don’t think Chip Tsao’s purpose in writing that article was to insult us. If it was, I don’t think he underestimates us more than he underestimates his fellow Chinese. Clearly, he sensed that Filipinos would be smart enough to recognize a satire. But no. We had to go berserk about it all. It’s sad and embarrassing.

To sum it up, there’s actually one salawikain that’s perfect for all this drama.

Bago mo pansinin ang uling ng iba
Ang sariling uling ay pahirin muna.

Full text of Chip Tsao’s article HERE.

March 18, 2009

How to convince people that The Shining is a comedy

This is both creepy and believable.

March 8, 2009

Fine Time: The Eraserheads Live! The Final Set

There’s no better way to describe last night than to do it using one of eheads’ songs: I hope we could spend more time together, a few hours is better than never. If we could only make it longer, a whole day would be fine, a whole day would be fine, a whole day would be fine, a whole day would be fine…

The Eresareheads Live! The Final Set was indeed a fine, fine time for me and I’m sure for everyone else who was there as well. It was one of the best nights of my life. Of course Ely still somehow sucked as a host at the beginning, talking very little to the audience, but he became better because he communicated with us through their music anyway, AND HE CAME DOWN FROM THE STAGE AND WENT TO THE AUDIENCE at the end so everything was compensated.

On the other hand, Raimund and Marcus (the very pogi Marcus Adoro wuhoo!) were awesome performers throughout. I’ve always been amused of Raimund’s dancing, his energy, and how he owns the stage and really sees the audience as part of the song, so seeing him perform was awesome. Marcus was awesome in a different way. He was the one who sang Huwag Mo Nang Itanong, with his signature Marcus-sense-of-humor way.

One of the best things is that I love most of the songs they played. I don’t like Julie Tearjerky and Insomya that much and would have them played Kahit Ano and Balikbayan Box instead, but oh well, it was only one night.

eraserheads sticker happy album

At the end, I think it was at the end of Huling El Bimbo, Ely approached the (same?) piano from the cover of their Sticker Happy album, poured gas over it and set it on fire. So for those who are still hoping there would still be another concert, I doubt it. It looked to me like it really was the final set, and that the concert is the last best shot of Eraserheads before they leave gracefully. And then when everyone thought it was the end of the concert, because confetti were already falling when they were playing Huling El Bimbo, and there were fireworks already, and after the song the camera even followed the band exiting to the back. But as the crowd was already leaving (and some already managed to go out) the band came back and played three more songs! Haha! Good thing no stampede happened, but everyone ran back, shouted once more, and jumped up and down again. I tell you, it was one hell of a concert.

Other highlights of the concert are: they dedicated Superproxy to Francis M of course, and they played a chorus of Kaleidoscope World for him too. Ely threw his shoes to the audience at the end.

And also the concert proved that their best album is still Cutterpillow because most of the songs they played came from that album, and it really is lol. Anyway, here are the songs they played in the concert.

Set 1:
Magasin
Walang nagbago
Maling akala
Maskara
Poorman’s grave
Waiting for the bus
Huwag mo nang itanong
Slo mo
Alkohol
Insomya
Torpedo

Set 2:
Julie tearjerky
Tikman
Wishing wells
Fine time
Pare ko
Kailan
Back2me
Trip to Jerusalem
Spoliarium
Overdrive

Set 3:
Superproxy
Minsan
Alapaap
Kaleidoscope world
Huling El Bimbo

Encore songs:
Ligaya
Sembreak
Toyang

February 27, 2009

What to do in an elevator

I hate elevators. I hate them when there are a lot of people inside. I hate it when I’m alone in it. I hate it the most when there are two people in it—you, and someone else you barely know but whom you have to keep nodding and smiling at whenever your eyes meet, while looking at the freakin’ mirrors all around you!

Elevators in the Enterprise Center are practically made of mirrors. So whatever you do to avoid the other person’s eyes, you’ll see the person reflected in the mirror. And when you do see the other person, it’s absurd to NOT give a little smile, even though you’ve smiled at each other a thousand times since you both got it.

When I’m alone in the elevator, I check my phone first if it has a signal, just in case all hell breaks loose suddenly and somehow and I get stuck inside it and nobody notices. I know, I have a crazy-ass imagination mixed with a lot of negativity (If only I can make some money out of this—oh wait, I already am).

And an elevator full of people you have to stand with almost cheek to cheek for a full minute, someone breathing down your neck, you breathing down on someone else’s neck—UGH! The worst thing that could happen is to have colds and to feel that you absolutely have to sneeze. Kill me, JUST kill me instead of making me want to sneeze in an elevator full of smartly dressed people. It’s nothing if you’re not going to see them again, which of course is not the case you unlucky piece of crap—and you don’t only see them in the elevator. You see them on the same floor.

You must think this has already happened to me. No it hasn’t, but if it has, I’d gladly use the emergency stairs every day, sir.

Earlier as I was doing the forums, I read a joke in the Humor section entitled “what to do in an elevator”. It somehow reminded me of the Pinoy version that circulates the texting community “what to do when you’re bored”.

So here’s the list. Numbers 9 and 10 are my favorite, probably because I can imagine I’m inclined to do those two the most. Or not. Maybe in another life? Anyway, here’s the list. For fellow normal people who also hate elevators and who are totally NOT unreasonable, hypothetical high five!

1) When there’s only one other person in the elevator, tap them on the shoulder and then pretend it wasn’t you.

2) Push the buttons and pretend they give you a shock. Smile, and go back for more.

3) Call the Psychic Hotline from your cell phone and ask if they know what floor your on.

4) Bring a camera and take pictures of everyone in the elevator.

5) Move your desk into the elevator and whenever anyone gets on, ask if they have an appointment.

6) Lay down the twister mat and ask people if they would like to play.

7) Leave a box in the corner, and when someone gets on, ask them if they can hear ticking.

8) Pretend you are a flight attendant and review emergency procedures and exits with the passengers.

9) When the doors close, announce to the others, “It’s okay, don’t panic, they open again!”

10) Grimace painfully while smacking your forehead and muttering, “Shut up, all of you, just shut up!”

11) Crack open your briefcase or purse, and while peering inside, ask, “Got enough air in there?”

12) Stand silently and motionless in the corner, facing the wall, without getting off.

13) Wear a puppet on your hand and use it to talk to the other passengers.

14) Listen to the elevator walls with your stethoscope.

15) Draw a little square on the floor with chalk and announce to the other passengers, “This is MY personal space!”

February 5, 2009

It’s easy to get high when you’re standing on our backs, man

People are selfish. It’s not an opinion. It’s a general fact. If you’re denying it right now and saying no, you’re not and you’re pretty giving, then that just proves how selfish you are.

People fuck. Another general fact. Literally and figuratively. We’ve all fucked each other up one time or another. Everyone is tainted already. No one is pure.

What people don’t do is read minds. People who think other people read minds are mindless, apparently. And disillusioned.

When I get angry at someone, I tell him. No matter how much of a close friend he is, or how long we’ve been together, I diss him. I say the vilest words I could think of to express my anger. Because I don’t want him thinking we’re ok when we’re not, or guessing at all whether I’m angry or not. I let him know. Over time, people get over anger.

What I hate the most and I cannot get over is people assuming over uncertain things. Uncertainty is ok. It gives you time to prepare about when things are going to be certain. The worst thing that someone could do is ruin the element of surprise for you.

It also pisses me off the other way around. People assuming there are uncertain things to consider when everything is, in fact, certain. People make uncomplicated things complicated by thinking something is something else, or something more.

Blah. I can’t say what I really want to say. See how annoying that is?

January 28, 2009

At Last

The song changes me. Or is it Beyonce’s voice? Either way, I’m moved to the core and whatever negativity and cynicism that may have inhabited me vanishes as soon as At Last floods in the room with its melodious and heart-melting lyrics.

It feels like I’m transported suddenly to a time when I hadn’t had my heart broken yet; a time when all my fairy tale wishes were the most important thing for me to think about in a day; when I still longed for a prince charming and there really is someone who will come for me.

For three minutes, I’m not the person people have known to become cold and harsh. I’m the boy-crazy, high schooler who steals glances to the boy he likes and prays at night about meeting him in the street on the way to school. I calm down when I listen to the song, and I know that my heart is at peace. For a few minutes I believe that I still have an At Last, and someday I really would get to sing the song and feel it wholeheartedly because my heart is indeed wrapped in clovers and the skies above are blue.

It feels like forever when I listen to the song, but everything has its end. Three minutes is suddenly over and I find myself waking up from a dream.

January 26, 2009

Buwiset

Kagabi natulog ako nung hapon tapos nagising bandang 6pm. Pagtingin ko may 3 missed calls galing sa di kilalang number. Syempre inisip ko agad importante kaya nagtext ako.

ako: hi who’s this pls?
sya: y who r u?

Isa lang ang masasabi ko sayong hayup ka na may number na 09267009147:

Pakyu, kung sino ka man lintek ka! Buwiset! Grr!

January 21, 2009

President Obama’s Inaugural Speech

My fellow citizens:

I stand here today humbled by the task before us, grateful for the trust you have bestowed, mindful of the sacrifices borne by our ancestors. I thank President Bush for his service to our nation, as well as the generosity and cooperation he has shown throughout this transition.

Forty-four Americans have now taken the presidential oath. The words have been spoken during rising tides of prosperity and the still waters of peace. Yet, every so often, the oath is taken amidst gathering clouds and raging storms. At these moments, America has carried on not simply because of the skill or vision of those in high office, but because We the People have remained faithful to the ideals of our forebearers, and true to our founding documents.

So it has been. So it must be with this generation of Americans.

That we are in the midst of crisis is now well understood. Our nation is at war, against a far-reaching network of violence and hatred. Our economy is badly weakened, a consequence of greed and irresponsibility on the part of some, but also our collective failure to make hard choices and prepare the nation for a new age. Homes have been lost; jobs shed; businesses shuttered. Our health care is too costly; our schools fail too many; and each day brings further evidence that the ways we use energy strengthen our adversaries and threaten our planet.

These are the indicators of crisis, subject to data and statistics. Less measurable but no less profound is a sapping of confidence across our land — a nagging fear that America’s decline is inevitable, and that the next generation must lower its sights.

Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real. They are serious and they are many. They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this, America: They will be met.

On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord.

On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn-out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics.

We remain a young nation, but in the words of Scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things. The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free, and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.

In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given. It must be earned. Our journey has never been one of shortcuts or settling for less. It has not been the path for the fainthearted — for those who prefer leisure over work, or seek only the pleasures of riches and fame. Rather, it has been the risk-takers, the doers, the makers of things — some celebrated, but more often men and women obscure in their labor — who have carried us up the long, rugged path toward prosperity and freedom.

For us, they packed up their few worldly possessions and traveled across oceans in search of a new life.

For us, they toiled in sweatshops and settled the West; endured the lash of the whip and plowed the hard earth.

For us, they fought and died, in places like Concord and Gettysburg; Normandy and Khe Sahn.

Time and again, these men and women struggled and sacrificed and worked till their hands were raw so that we might live a better life. They saw America as bigger than the sum of our individual ambitions; greater than all the differences of birth or wealth or faction.

This is the journey we continue today. We remain the most prosperous, powerful nation on Earth. Our workers are no less productive than when this crisis began. Our minds are no less inventive, our goods and services no less needed than they were last week or last month or last year. Our capacity remains undiminished. But our time of standing pat, of protecting narrow interests and putting off unpleasant decisions — that time has surely passed. Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America.

For everywhere we look, there is work to be done. The state of the economy calls for action, bold and swift, and we will act — not only to create new jobs, but to lay a new foundation for growth. We will build the roads and bridges, the electric grids and digital lines that feed our commerce and bind us together. We will restore science to its rightful place, and wield technology’s wonders to raise health care’s quality and lower its cost. We will harness the sun and the winds and the soil to fuel our cars and run our factories. And we will transform our schools and colleges and universities to meet the demands of a new age. All this we can do. And all this we will do.

Now, there are some who question the scale of our ambitions — who suggest that our system cannot tolerate too many big plans. Their memories are short. For they have forgotten what this country has already done; what free men and women can achieve when imagination is joined to common purpose, and necessity to courage.

What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them — that the stale political arguments that have consumed us for so long no longer apply. The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works — whether it helps families find jobs at a decent wage, care they can afford, a retirement that is dignified. Where the answer is yes, we intend to move forward. Where the answer is no, programs will end. And those of us who manage the public’s dollars will be held to account — to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day — because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government.

Nor is the question before us whether the market is a force for good or ill. Its power to generate wealth and expand freedom is unmatched, but this crisis has reminded us that without a watchful eye, the market can spin out of control — and that a nation cannot prosper long when it favors only the prosperous. The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our gross domestic product, but on the reach of our prosperity; on our ability to extend opportunity to every willing heart — not out of charity, but because it is the surest route to our common good.

As for our common defense, we reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals. Our Founding Fathers, faced with perils we can scarcely imagine, drafted a charter to assure the rule of law and the rights of man, a charter expanded by the blood of generations. Those ideals still light the world, and we will not give them up for expedience’s sake. And so to all other peoples and governments who are watching today, from the grandest capitals to the small village where my father was born: Know that America is a friend of each nation and every man, woman and child who seeks a future of peace and dignity, and that we are ready to lead once more.

Recall that earlier generations faced down fascism and communism not just with missiles and tanks, but with sturdy alliances and enduring convictions. They understood that our power alone cannot protect us, nor does it entitle us to do as we please. Instead, they knew that our power grows through its prudent use; our security emanates from the justness of our cause, the force of our example, the tempering qualities of humility and restraint.

We are the keepers of this legacy. Guided by these principles once more, we can meet those new threats that demand even greater effort — even greater cooperation and understanding between nations. We will begin to responsibly leave Iraq to its people, and forge a hard-earned peace in Afghanistan. With old friends and former foes, we will work tirelessly to lessen the nuclear threat, and roll back the specter of a warming planet. We will not apologize for our way of life, nor will we waver in its defense, and for those who seek to advance their aims by inducing terror and slaughtering innocents, we say to you now that our spirit is stronger and cannot be broken; you cannot outlast us, and we will defeat you.

For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus — and nonbelievers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth; and because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation, and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself; and that America must play its role in ushering in a new era of peace.

To the Muslim world, we seek a new way forward, based on mutual interest and mutual respect. To those leaders around the globe who seek to sow conflict, or blame their society’s ills on the West: Know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy. To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history; but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist.

To the people of poor nations, we pledge to work alongside you to make your farms flourish and let clean waters flow; to nourish starved bodies and feed hungry minds. And to those nations like ours that enjoy relative plenty, we say we can no longer afford indifference to suffering outside our borders; nor can we consume the world’s resources without regard to effect. For the world has changed, and we must change with it.

As we consider the road that unfolds before us, we remember with humble gratitude those brave Americans who, at this very hour, patrol far-off deserts and distant mountains. They have something to tell us today, just as the fallen heroes who lie in Arlington whisper through the ages. We honor them not only because they are guardians of our liberty, but because they embody the spirit of service; a willingness to find meaning in something greater than themselves. And yet, at this moment — a moment that will define a generation — it is precisely this spirit that must inhabit us all.

For as much as government can do and must do, it is ultimately the faith and determination of the American people upon which this nation relies. It is the kindness to take in a stranger when the levees break, the selflessness of workers who would rather cut their hours than see a friend lose their job which sees us through our darkest hours. It is the firefighter’s courage to storm a stairway filled with smoke, but also a parent’s willingness to nurture a child, that finally decides our fate.

Our challenges may be new. The instruments with which we meet them may be new. But those values upon which our success depends — hard work and honesty, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism — these things are old. These things are true. They have been the quiet force of progress throughout our history. What is demanded then is a return to these truths. What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility — a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation and the world; duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task.

This is the price and the promise of citizenship.

This is the source of our confidence — the knowledge that God calls on us to shape an uncertain destiny.

This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed — why men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent Mall, and why a man whose father less than 60 years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath.

So let us mark this day with remembrance, of who we are and how far we have traveled. In the year of America’s birth, in the coldest of months, a small band of patriots huddled by dying campfires on the shores of an icy river. The capital was abandoned. The enemy was advancing. The snow was stained with blood. At a moment when the outcome of our revolution was most in doubt, the father of our nation ordered these words be read to the people:

“Let it be told to the future world … that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive… that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet [it].”

America. In the face of our common dangers, in this winter of our hardship, let us remember these timeless words. With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents, and endure what storms may come. Let it be said by our children’s children that when we were tested, we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back, nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God’s grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations.

January 20, 2009

Fairy tales

Nung bata ako, naniniwala ako sa fairy tales. Masaya kasing nakakapanood ng mga nagkakatuluyan dahil sa true love. Yung tipong magkatitigan lang, sa simbahan agad ang diretso. O kaya nagkabanggaan lang, nagkangitian, tapos simbahan ulit ang diretso. Nung bata ako, akala ko lahat ng kwentong pag-ibig sa simbahan ang diretso. Hindi naman kasi ako nakakapanood ng mga masasaklap ang ending. Kaya nung bata ako, nangarap din akong makakilala na makakatuluyan ko sa simbahan.

Pagtungtong ko ng hayskul, natunaw parang bula lahat ng fairy tales na pinaniwalaan ko. Pero syempre, hindi ko sinabi kahit kanino na kahit kailan naniwala ako sa mga ganun. Nung panahong yun, alam ko na walang fairy tales, at lahat ng mga nagkakatuluyan hindi madali ang pinagdadaanan. Marami akong mga naging kaklase at kaibigan na OA kung mag-LQ, kaya nainis ako sa mga relasyon relasyon nung hayskul. Naisip ko, masyado pa akong bata para problemahin nang maigi kung bakit hindi ako tinawagan o kung bakit hindi ako sinabayan mag-recess. Mas poproblemahin ko pa kung paano intindihin yung standard deviation kesa dun, kasi alam kong mas importante yun.

Nung medyo tumanda ako, akala ko nagmature na ako at kaya ko nang bigyan ng pansin yung pakikipag-LQ kung kanino man. Akala ko ang tatak ng isang seryosong relasyon ay ang pag-aaway, pag-uusap tungkol dun, at pagbabati. Yun nga lang, hindi ko napansin na kapag madalas nangyayari ang ganun na tipong araw-araw, mukha na lang kayong tanga pareho. Parang naging kayo lang para mag-away.

Habang mas tumatanda, lalong nagiging negatibo ang pananaw ko sa pag-ibig. Mas napapaligiran ako ng mas maraming kwentong nauuwi sa wala. Mga akala kong ayos na pero di pala. Pero hindi pa naman ako nawawalan ng pag-asang nangyayari talaga ang fairy tale. Sa dami ba naman nun, imposibleng walang ganun sa totoong buhay.

Yun nga lang, huli ko na naisip na masyadong maraming tao sa mundo para pagkalooban ng happy ending. Baka sabi ng tadhana, ang baduy naman kung lahat ng tao makakakuha ng happy ending? Paano naman maaappreciate ng iba ang happy ending kung walang tragic ending?

Nung bata ako, naniniwala ako sa fairy tales. Ngayon, naniniwala parin ako, pero hindi na yata mangyayari sa akin. Siguro isa ako sa mga taong nakatadhana lang sa puro tragic ending para malaman ng iba kung gaano kasaya magkaroon ng happy ending.

January 20, 2009

Sunday Monday

I think it was the first time I went home at 3 in the morning for two consecutive days. And the first time that I drank for two consecutive days. The same drink. At the same place. All fun, by the way.

Last Sunday, Donna and Nang were talking about something serious that needed to be talked about. I had little idea about how serious it was until Nang suddenly proposed we sat down and have a drink in Pier One where she would tell all about it. Her shift was from 3-10:30 pm, and we had to fetch her in NAIA after her shift. Of course, she worked overtime so it was still an hour later when we were able to go out and it was already 12am when we arrived in Pier One.

Personally, it was the most difficult two hours of my life. I think if it weren’t for the drink and Donna’s supportive attitude, I wouldn’t have gone through with it. Until now, I’m still shocked. The gravity of the situation really made me realize we’re really older now. Anyway, I was more than willing to drink because somehow I needed something to make the situation seem lighter than it really is. I went home that night still in shock, but I never told either of them. I wanted them to feel I’m okay with it. I think I only need time to absorb such news.

The next day’s schedule was a semi-reunion with Rochy. I’ve been missing them so much these past few days, perhaps partly because of the drastic change that’s been happening with the other people in my life, I wanted to make sure that our friendship remains the same. Mushy. Lol.

I met up first with Margo who was sporting a new phone by the way (naks) followed by Jeric. We ate in McDo, and I finally got to eat the Big Mac I had been craving for in days. By that time, we were still able to contact Jeff, who kept promising he would show up, but wasn’t specifying what time exactly. Maybe he forgot that we arranged to meet on a Monday because he suggested the day because he had no classes. Anyway, he didn’t show up at all, the bitch. Margo had to finally leave because he still had some work to do. Jeric and I waited for July and we went to Pier One again to have a drink. I suggested the place and the drink because it was the first I had a drink that I really, really liked: Gilbey’s Red Dalandan Freeze! :D

We haven’t seen July in two years. The last time we were together was in December 2006 when we had our “Rochy Day”. Anyway, we played 20 questions on July’s suggestion to catch up on things. After our drink, we had coffee in 7-11 and went home. Lol.

It was actually more fun than how I said it, but there were too much details to include like chapter two of Para Kay B, the 7-11 landmark Margo was talking about, the Mandaluyong station in MRT, me dying, hitting 4 birds in one stone, the three of us eating balut out of impulse, the manong who slipped in front of us and got us in hysteric fits of laughter for ten minutes, the Hyatt hotel “tour”, and the questions in 20 questions. I don’t think I could give it justice, so I wouldn’t elaborate on those.

It was nice seeing the guys, and apparently nothing has changed. Jeff still doesn’t show up when he promised to, Margo apparently will never grow up anymore (lol), Jeric still takes unflattering stolen pictures of everyone, and July still poses like a model (naks sanay).

I’m looking forward to seeing more of them again soon. 32 shots! :D