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mahirap intindihin ang ibang tao, oo.

pero mas mahirap yung pinipilit mong intindihin ibang tao pero ang sarili mo di mo maintindihan.

the world would never understand me, The world is too big to care, and I'm not a celebrity, I don't, won't and can't blame the world, because the world don't owe me shit.

(feels better writing it, feels even better living it out)

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sweldo nanaman, sweldo tapos trabaho, trabaho para sumweldo, tapos ganon lang ng ganon. sweldo para magbayad ng upa o renta sa bahay, sweldo para kumain, sweldo para bumili ng stuff, sweldo para sa ganito sa ganyan... sweldo para may pang gas, pang yosi, pang ewan at kung ano ano pa, alam mo pag minsan iniisip ko, kelan kaya ako tatantanan ng salitang "para" at "pang", astig rin talaga ang impluwensya ng media at ng ad, solid ang approach to create a need "para" magamit ang pera "para" sa mga dapat at minsan "para" sa mga di naman talaga dapat, "para" sa wala lang, at "para" may mabili lang at "para" may masabi lang.... "pang" kain "pang" libre "pang" pamilya "pang" tuition, para,. para,para. pang, pang, pang. sana magamit ko naman ang salitang para sa ibang paraan, yung parang "para!" yung sinasabi pag gusto mong huminto ang jeep, tapos yung "pang" naman, siguro dun sa part na para may pang laan sa mga bagay bagay na may kabuluhan, ano ano itong mga bagay na 'to? dude, di ko rin masasagot yan kasi iba iba tayo ng trip... kung gagawa ako litanya ng mga makabuluhan para saakin eh sayo di naman pala....mas magiging walang saysay...

sige ito isa pa

O tapos stuck up na ako masyado sa natutunan ko nung college, na masyado kong dinibdib at inapply lahat ng natutunan ko masaya oo masaya kasi i know something you don't hehe pero badtrip lang yung stuck up... "ayoko mag trabaho" "ayoko maging part ng corporate shit" "ayoko maging part ng sistema"...... tingnan mo tong taong 'to, pinag bubuntis ka palang ng nanay mo at pagka panganak sayo parte ka na ng sistema gago!
puro ka reklamo, di ka na nakuntento, puro excuses naririning ko sa bunganga mo sa araw araw na ginawa ni kuya JC chong... stuck up. oo stuck up nga, gusto mo bang maging kagaya nya o sadyang tulad karin nya?
o tapos kailangan ko pa ba mag quote? nah.

at ito pa

last weekend kasama ko si charade estacio, nag skate kami, tinuruan nya ako mag ollie, di ko pa nga buo, shove it naman daw. sabi ko teka cha, ollie muna, okay di sige ollie ollie muna ako, ang hirap palang gawin non, so nung una di ko pa napapa talon yung board, siguro mga ilang oras kong kinukuha yung momentum biglang nag pop yung board, putik! walang kasing saya, kumapit sa paa ko yung deck sabay na buo ko yung ollie, kaso badshot kasi isang beses lang nangyari yun, i tried doing it again, wala failed. pero ayos lang saakin ang ma fail, kasi pwede parin subukan at ituwid ang mga pagkakamali na nagawa kahapon....

si sayote powers

malalim ang sayote, bakat na bakat ang sayote...

minsan, yung akala mong malalim at liberal ay kabalikataran, yung mga di mo inaakalang malalim at liberal yun pa tunay. ano ang aral dito? mag isip ka, matalino ka naman kamo diba?

at ikaw, at sa mga kagaya mo,.kala ko ba ayaw mong mag trabaho at maging parte ng sistema? eh bakit ngayon underground kang humihingi ng tulong para makahanap ng trabaho? kala ko ba ayaw mo ng corporate shit eh bakit ngayon inaako mo na kailangan mo ang corporasyon para mabuhay ka? mayaman ka naman kamo diba? malalim ka naman kamo diba?

kasama ng pagmamaliit ng kagaya mo sa mga taong lumabas ng probinsya at tumungo sa maynila para mag hanap buhay ng matino, para sa mga taong hindi takot na isuka sila ng bulok na idealismong galing sa mga taong wala namang napapatunayan pa, para sa mga taong hindi takot humarap at ibala ang mga sarili nila sa lupit ng guerra sa pag hanap ng sarili at mamuhay ng mag isa.... malaki ang respeto ko sainyo...

at dahil jan

mahal ko ang sayote powers...

woman of the world?ows?di nga?

pangit..., sinong pangit? ano ang pangit? bakit pangit?

kung alam mong pangit ka, wag mo ng pakialaman ang buhay ng mga magaganda.

tanggap mo naman naman palang pangit ka, wag mo ng sayangin ang pluma at papel mo sa pag kutya at pagsisi sa mga taong kayang bumili ng make up, magagarang damit, at kayang sumabay sa uso...

may talent ka naman kamo diba? gamitin mo nalang yung talent mo. hindi para mang kutya, at para i-explain ang sarili mo sa buong mundo... para ka namang nakaka babae nyan eh...

kung mahirap ka at alam mong mahirap ka, wag mo ng paki alamanan ang mga taong may pambili ng beer sa tutgtugan at nagbabayad ng ticket para makapasok... kung wala kang pera na ultimo pamasahe mo inaasa mo pa sa magulang mo, gatas ng anak mo inuutang mo pa sa nanay mo, pang beer mo inaasa mo na sa nanay mo, wag mong paki alaman ang mga taong may means at may breads para sa mga bagay na 'to....

Pangit ka man o Maganda, Mayaman ka man o Mahirap, para saakin hindi sapat na sukatan 'yon sa pagkatao ng isang indibidwal... dun ako sa kung sino ang mas posetibo sa lahat. dun ako sa hindi takot lumabas sa comfort zone nila para ma explore ang sairili...

sa dinami dami ng mga taong nakasalamuha ko,lugar na napuntahan ko, bahay na tinuluyan ko sa aking pag lalakbay, ang the best na mga tao eh yung mga taong expose sa ibat ibat kultura at pamamaraan, yung mga walang bahid ng kakitiran sa utak, walang bahid ng duda sa katawan...

women power... taens, puro ka women power sarili mo nga di mo maayos bilang babae, masarap talaga sa pakiramdam ang salitang women power, parang yes! celebration of womanhood na malupet, kaso hindi ko kineclaim na feminist ako, kasi para saakin ang laking responsibilidad ng katagang yan... pag pinag aralan mo ang feminism ang laki laki ng scope nya,at ang daming rights na sakop na pwedeng mag cause ng contradiction at inconsistency as to how i run my my world and my own form of government sa sarili ko... (sa sarili ko... hindi sayo).

siguro ang saakin nalang, i empathize with all of the women in the world, take for instance the muslim women, the egyptian women and the women of bangladesh at yung mga babaeng hindi pa nabibigyan ng equal rights kagaya ng mga lalaki, dahil sa relihiyon, kultura at samut saring dahilan... na kahit ako minsan di ko narin maintindihan... ito yung mga bagay na dapat iniintindi at pinag aaralang mabuti bago isalang sa publiko at hindi gagamitin sa pang sariling issue lang.... para mag karoon ng label, para magkaroon ng identity ang isang babae... mahinang concepto yan, ang lakas, anyo at uri ng babae ay dapat siguro nangagaling sa pangloob yung internal force, eto yung mga experience mo bilang babae at paano nalampasan ang unos sa buhay mo at pano mo pinanindigan ang pagka babae mo... para saakin yun ang mas malupit... yung ang women empowerment...

piece of cake na sabihin " I'm pro feminism" or "Feminist ako", kasi day, may pagkakaiba ang dalawang yan... malaking malaki ang pagkakaiba nila... ang laki ng disparity ga,.. kaya nga sasabihin ko ulit, ang laki ng responsibilidad na kaakibat ng mga katagang yan... at yung mga taong legitimong gumagamit ng mga katagang yan ay yung mga taong ginugugol ang buong buhay nila para ipag laban ang karapatan ng babae,sila yung mga full time aktibista (idol ko kayo mga ate!) saka yung mga babaeng may experience at inaral ang nature ng feminism... so kung half-bake ka lang naman na feminist ehehehe dude, isipin mong mabuti ang mga label na binibitiwan mo...mahiya ka naman dun sa mga oo,...

pangit, maganda, may breads pambili ng make up o wala, may pang toma o wala, labels at kung ano ano pa.... laging isipin na hindi porket akala mo eh nasa position ka para mag bitaw ng mga malulupit na paratang sa kapwa mo babae eh woman of the world ka na. hindi porket prangka ka and you sure speak your mind eh woman of the world ka na... hindi rin. at hindi dahil nilabel mo ang sarili mo ng ganito eh ganyan ka na... tas ang masaklap pa dun eh papanindigan mo na hehehe

pangit...
pangit ngang talaga...

Therapeutic Foot cream for the sole

Yes, I’m aware… I’m hitched to the philosophy of shrewdness.

There is no valid acceptance for contradictions, only powerful and manipulative justifications.

Having the ability for subjective interpretation, recklessness could send a dissimilar gauge to a juvenile mind. The gravest peccadillo is to corrupt and mislead the innocent.

Wickedness/Malevolence. There is nothing sexy or cool about it. Woman, if and when you bear a child, savor motherhood, savor maturity, savor the changes it may bring to your physique. Womanhood is never to outshine other woman, never to outshine and or be in an insalubrious competition with man. Independence is inevitable, competition is able, and respect is worthwhile.

Respect your husband, respect your children, and value yourself. Do not do anything that would incriminate your womanhood and your family. Appreciate the intricacies and the joy of life, share it with your friends, and share it with your children talk to your husband about it. Teach your children the importance of virtue, but what a better way to learn it is to be of a high merit and a good example to them, so that when they grow up they would always have something to recall.

When things go out of hand, remember it’s never too late to start. Some may be ahead of you, some may have more than you do, go ahead and take on a different standpoint. Not to envy, not to get jealous, not to hate, not to be self-doubting, not to accuse or impugn your failures and misfortunes on to others. Life was never fair. Accept it and create a movement.

Yes, I’m aware… I’m hitched to the philosophy of choice and the beauty of priority. Narrow your priority, whatever it may be afterwards choose. But never whine about the outcome, remember it was you who narrowed your priorities and it was you who made the choice. You were given abundant options and along the way there are bonuses and dearth. But it will all boil down to one thing…

If you are a rotten fruit, have the decency to stay away from the good kind. Institutions, titles, self proclaiming labels can indeed make a very good and sound impression it could also conceal who you really are, but to have a lasting impression is another question. It will only take one brave soul and wisdom to know the genuine being from a charlatan or an impostor.

I’m not preaching nor asking for your patronage, I’m not here to help or to impose. This is an observation, from the corner of my rocking chair, at the corner most forgotten by a passerby.

sixty hours to one, sixty hours to none

He knew he would say it. but could he believe it again?

he thought of the innocent mornings on hemisphere street.,

of the sunny courtyard and the iron lion's head on the door

he thought the quality light could not be expected to have again after the rain.

The pigeons and drunkards coming together from under the same stone arches,

to move again in the sun's faint

mumble of benediction with faint and surprise.

He thought of the tall Iron Horseman before the cabildo

tipping his hat so gallantly toward old wharves

the mist of the river beginning to climb about him

He thought of the rotten-sweet odor the old quarter had

so much like a warning of what he would have learn.

He thought of belief and the gradual loss of belief

and the piecing together of something like it again

But, how his blood almost turned in color

when once, in response to a sudden call from a window,

he stopped on a curbstone and first though...

love.love.love

sa bulwagang hemisphere

asong buto't balat, isang makipot na kalye patungo sa dakong paroon, sinag na sinag ang bakas ng pluma na pinaglumaan at pinag pasapasahan pa sa panahong diktador.

katorseng tao sa jeep, kasabay na umalis ngunit ang katorseng iyon ay tila ba parang dahon na nalagas at tinangay na ng hangin sa direksyong di mawari ng isip, isip na pilit nag iisip.
ito ang jeep, ang jeep na umandar at bumyahe ng punuan ngunit sa bandang huli handa kang iwan at talikuran kung saka sakali mang kailangang bumaba at tahakin ang pansariling lansangan.

sa jeep magisang naiwan kasama ng driver at ng kunduktor na nakasabit pa sa reha ng bubungan mga mata'y may bahid ng katangunan at kung makatitig ay para bang wala ng bukas, bukas para mag hayag, bukas para lumantad pinipigilan ngunit ayaw mag pa pigil.

ako ay bumaba at pumara sa lumang bahay sa kanto ng kalyeng hemisphere, pumasok sa lumang bahay na walang sino mang nag mamay ari, walang ibang laman ang bahay kundi ang isang larawan tila ba napag iwanan na ng panahon, sa apat na sulok ng bahay may nagagalit, may nalulungkot, may nag aalinlangan may umiiyak at may umaalpas...

ako ang larawan na naroon sa bahay.
at ikaw.
ikaw ang buong bahay.
sila ang pasahero sa jeep...

Egg and Chicken debate

The main problem with this question is that it does not specify what type of egg. Some dinosaurs laid eggs, so there were certainly eggs before there were chickens.

But let's be charitable. The question is meant to refer to chicken eggs. In a literal sense it is about eggs, which produce chickens, which produce eggs. So which comes first? Neither or both.

It is the same with acorns and oak trees or mothers and daughters. Each generation produces the seed of the next. The chicken produces an egg, which hatches into another chicken. The tree produces acorns which grow into more trees. We produce babies which grow into adults and have children if their own.
So where did it all start?

Going back through history, we will find millions of chickens and eggs. Due to evolution, as we go back a good many years, both will look different. One question raised here is how different either would need to look in order to still be recognizable as a chicken or an egg. However the egg as a less complex shape is likely to deviate or evolve less over time than the chicken. So going backwards in time we would get to something that no longer looked like a chicken before we got to something that no longer looked like an egg.
So the egg came first.

Now you could decide you don't believe in evolution, or say that however much its form changes over time the bird is still a chicken. In this case the question is more difficult.

Let's look at the problem in another way....

We have to imagine a chain of eggs and chickens stretching back into an infinite past. If it is infinite, it had no beginning so neither came first, as there was no start to the whole thing. But this seems unlikely. It must have started somewhere. Generally those who do not believe in evolution believe in some kind of prime mover' commonly known as God. If we take this view, any religious text will tell you that the creator made living things which then reproduced.
So the chicken came first.

So if there is a God, the chicken came first. If not, the egg did. Who would have thought this would turn out to be a theological problem!

Artsy PLant -Mayapis POWer PLANT

It all happened in the summer of ‘04 when I made my maiden voyage to the plant. At first it was canny and Catatonic. I heard rumors that the plant was capable of instigating massive merrymaking and revel. Massive in a way that it will leave you hanker for more till the crack of dawn.

I have to experience to prove… I sign posted my head and thought, “will this snooping demur leave its place and get baffled like a wild artsy plant?” to hone it I have. The plant is set up to have a “put-your-feet-up” vibe. Because of the relaxed atmosphere, being au naturelle is the best nook. To look natural, to feel natural and to be natural, all is natural in the plant. Organic I suppose a very organic plant … (Laughs).

Another revelation Is how they had this entire wall covered with photos from the times of yore and today. And the assorted collection of drink and snifter given by friends and or their beloved guest who visited the plant one partying night or one placid day, the main contention I believe is the memory of each item and their experience with the sow is what matters the most and that is why it is there.

I would like to then place myself as a neophyte, the personality that made the plant artsy are all knacks and worthy for their own good, multi-talented, outrageous and out of this world. Often times I labeled them as the “Jaucian Brotha’s”- very solid, substantial, influential and inspirational individuals. From reggae, to house, to alternative, old skool hip-hop and electronica, to jungle and Indie, take a pick of what will soothe your mood at the moment. That is how versatile the people are. But what I truly loved about it is… it’s the home of the best thump. It’s like being in a library of good find music from different local and global artist, always updated must I say.

Moreover, I wouldn’t question the existence of their band Pack of Wolvz. There’s so much about the name that their friends had became a part of. It all happened one rainy and stormy day, flooding, distorted, disrupted, everything was in havoc. And the boys decided to put a rhyme on a pit, enjoyed, did it again, enjoyed, did one more and enjoyed, until such time, conceptualizing for an album had not just been a suggestion nor an option but a dream that will soon come true.

I’ve seen them before, I’ve seen them now, and at the conclusion of the sun, the Mayapis Power Plant will forever remain inculcated in the bottom of my hypothalamus, you won’t understand why, you will never, until you get to experience being there, not just being there but also staying. This limerick is for them and I salute you for all of the hard work, for keeping yourselves PLANTed…. on the ground and for a solidarity that is ever so unique. The plant would never be artsy if it weren’t for you all. KUDOS! And you are the entire look that makes me love high!

credits:
Jum Cadorniga (for the kick ass Photos taken at Mayapis)
Glenn Jaucian (for the kick ass photos taken at Mayapis)
Milton Ching (for Jun Jaucian's Kick ass Photos