SangangDaan (mp3, 2.04 mb)

ako ang
isinuka ng
umagang
nagaabang
hindi humihinga

tanda pa
ang iginuhit na larawan
napunit na
nasagasaan pa

sanga-sangang daan
sanga-sangang daan

sira na
ang makina at pinasok
ng ulan
kinain ng damo at kalawang

kapos ang
isang gabing
inutang lamang
para bagtasin
ang nagdaan

sanga-sangang daan
bakas ng nagdaan
sapatos pinag lumaan
pabalikbalik lang
sanga-sangang daan

SHEBANG: THE LEGEND CONTINUES

2003

2004

2006

shempre laging wala ako

Mga Paalala

Hindi po "may bigote" ang ibig sabihen ng "bigoted"
Hindi po "little injection" ang binibigay sa mga binibitay na preso
Hindi po si che guevarra ang bokalista ng rage against the machine band

whenever the military is used to enforce peace on civilians its kinda like petting a puppy with a spiked gauntlet. look to the countryside tonight and if you try hard enough you might hear the sound of dissidents dying. pray that the night passes quickly

from www.inq7.net:

...NOW, THEREFORE, I Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo, President of the Republic of the Philippines and Commander-in-Chief of the Armed Forces of the Philippines, by virtue of the powers vested upon me by Section 18, Article 7 of the Philippine Constitution which states that: “ The President…whenever it becomes necessary,…may call out (the) armed forces to prevent or suppress…rebellion…, “ and in my capacity as their Commander-in-Chief, do hereby command the Armed Forces of the Philippines, to maintain law and order throughout the Philippines, prevent or suppress all forms of lawless violence as well any act of insurrection or rebellion and to enforce obedience to all the laws and to all decrees, orders and regulations promulgated by me personally or upon my direction; and as provided in Section 17, Article 12 of the Constitution do hereby declare a State of National Emergency.

kilala n'yo ba si Subas Herrero?

eto ang aking Champoy tribute song. suportahan po natin ang musikang pilipino. magingat sa pulis. mabuhay ang lahing hapon! U buy now!

alay_sa_nagkamalay_noong_panahon_ng_champoy.mp3 (2 mb)

tinapos ko ren sa wakas! dahil gusto ko sana manalo ng gantimpalang salapi mula sa pa-kontes ng foolybook. sana ay basahin at punahin dahil kailingan ko ng mga koment at kritiko, hndi kaibigan

The Lockpick Apprentice

para sa isang babaeng may bigote

untitled.mp3

Little girl you are lovely sleeping
I'll never make you understand
Never knew what hearts would find
Never love you enough but
We try

Little girl you are always stealing
Into my thoughts, time and again
Can't imagine you'd be gone someday
Never love you enough but
We pray

And never will forget the way
You keep us whole
And never will forget the way
You are our soul

And we will run through endless mornings
And we will live in better days

An Evolutionary Theory of Clown Phobia

I present here a tentative theory explaining the phobia of clowns. Clown phobia is surprisingly less rare than one might imagine (there is at least one case in every Genpsyc class that I have). I posit that the irrational fear of clowns might be an adaptation that can be traced to our ancestral past, much like preference for large breasts and the taste of fat. It is probable that early hominids encoutered bands of wild clowns (homo ridiculus) on the African savannah. The prehistoric humans were likely terrified by the wild clowns' savagery (e.g. they bonked each other on the head with hyena bones). Human groups that mated with the wild clown species probably died out because of stupidity, so that natural selection would favor the humans who were aversive to clowns. This clown aversion quickly proliferated among successful human groups and thus we probably all carry genes that determine clown phobia, although phenotypic expression will of course be mediated by other factors (such as exposure to modern day clown species)

Believe me, I know these things


Primitive african clown (Late Pleistocene) and Modern clown

the majesty of small things
shot using my skanky outer space macro gun from outer space
(click to enlarge)

Ayt ya all, thiz iz the shiznit on da Game

lets muck around with some game theory now. lets try to address a problem troubling niggers and beotches the world around: to play or not to play

seen in a certain way romance really is a game, one about math really. playin is essentially what is termed a prisoner's dilemma


Figure 1


figure 1 is called a pay-off matrix. the numbers try to quantify how much benefit the person gets out of the interaction. a 2 would mean a "win" situation, a 1 is "could be better" and a 0 means "loser"

non-playahs by definition look for commitment and offer commitment. therefore if X chooses not to be a playah the best outcome for him would be if he met Y and Y was also a non-playah. this is the lower-right box in the matrix. thus it would be a "win-win" situation. they are in the hizzie

playaz on the other hand would not be better off if they met a fellow playah. nobody likes to be played, even playaz. so if X chose to be a playah and she encountered Y who also happened to be a playah, they might have fun but eventually leave each other unsatisfied because of mutual playin, as can be seen in the upper left box. there fore the situation for both is "could be better"

if a playah meets a non-playah, the playah is the big winner hands down, and the non-playah is the sucker. you can see this in the upper-right and lower-left boxes where the playah "wins" and the non-playah gets whippt fo' shizzle

so if this is the human condition with respect to how people get some, whats a nizzle to do? according to the nash equilibrium (john nash, the beautiful mind dude), people will go with the alternative where, on average they get the most benefit. looking at our matrix, being a playah you have an expected value of 1.5 for each game, while non-playaz get only an average of 1. therefore the equilibrium point would be the upper-left box where both try to play each other. its an equilibrium because if either one changes strategy they become losers, so they would tend to stick to being playaz.

and so if the world really is about being selfish and looking out for your own good, everyone would probably be playaz because, it seems, that is the shiznit

is there a better solution? well actually game theory offers us other options. one strategy involves being nice while the other involves dice, but i'll be elabiratizzilating da mo' fizzy sumthingz later

meanwhile, go gizoogle sumthin

sweet verse


never read hamlet and i dont plan to but this part is good:

Yet here, Laertes! Aboard, aboard for shame!
The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,
And you are stay'd for.
There ... my blessing with thee!
And these few precepts in thy memory
Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue,
Nor any unproportion'd thought his act.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg’d comrade. Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel but, being in,
Bear't that th' opposed may beware of thee.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice;
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgement.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
For the apparel oft proclaims the man;
And they in France of the best rank and station
Are of a most select and generous chief in that.
Neither a borrower, nor a lender be;
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Farewell; my blessing season this in thee!


never read yeats either but this one is cute:

the second coming

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?


and of course there are native masters:

sa silong ni kaka may taong nakadapa
kaya pala nakadapa naninilip ng palaka
palakang may buhok ngipin ay nakalubog
kulay niya ay itim hindi naman sunog

new order

last entry for 2005 (mixed media)


if you don't understand most things at all, you could be an imbecile
if you don't understand most things but you have talent, you could be an artist
if you understand most things and you have talent, you could be a scientist
if you understand EVERYTHING, you could be schizophrenic

magkapera scam #23

ganito, ganito
para yumaman tayo:
bibili tayo ng bus
tapos tatanggalin natin lahat ng upuan
(maliban ang sa drayber)
mag lalagay tayo ng maraming "safety handrail"
tapos ipapasada naten
mas marami tayong maisasakay dahil lahat nakatayo
pwede natin babaan ang minimum na pasahe naten
tapos tuwing katapusan ng buwan
maglalagay tayo ng banda sa luob
at maniningil tayo ng "entrance fee"
at magbebenta ng "red horse"
habang rumoronda sa metro manila
parang mayrics na may gulong
yan ang "bling bus"
kung mayroon gustong maging "shareholder"
mag deposito lamang sa BPI akawnt na ito: 8335 0488 74
kung may tanong ay isulat sa "comments"

early one morning in the middle of the night
two dead boys got up to fight
back to back they faced each other
drew their knives and stabbed each other
a deaf policeman heard the noise
and went and killed the two dead boys
-anonymous

there are some amazing people who actually contradict themselves in the things they say, often without knowing it. such people will probably not win many debates. they will insist that the world is round and it is also flat at the same time. using some arcane system of logic, that might actually be true, but that doesn't make it any easier to swallow. hypotheses are tested by taking sides, not by taking all sides. the only thing certain at that point would be confusion. therefore, let us make changes so things stay the same forever, for the time being (sic)

Metr0n0mic0n: Chronicles of the last human city , a photo essay

kafka, camus, orwell. their novels are not easy to love. so it is also true with the great beast called City, both mother and whore. no images of smiling children or joyous vistas to be had; the intention here is to depress, and in so doing inspire a frantic search for hope. the healer is dead. go cure yourselves.

from a bbc documentary, from bits and pieces that i know of physics, from science fiction novels, and some loose ends from philosophy:

one of the implications of the general theory of relativity is that time and space are just two sides of the same coin (not sure if the analogy is correct). this means that you can treat them as two very similar things. the way space stretches is a bit like how time stretches as well.


Figure A

in figure A, objects in space all exist together at a certain point in time. you, standing on the street exist at the same time as the house exists and the tree exists and the earth exists and the galaxy exists. you might be in different places but you all exist together. you can move towards the tree or towards the house or suddenly teleport to another planet but still all the other things will still be there in space. if the general theory of relativity is correct, the same should apply to time.


Figure B

if time has the same property as space, that means all past instances and all future instances exist together. the person you were yesterday exists as real as the person you will be tomorrow as real as the person you are this very moment. you can therefore think of the future as a place you are headed for, like you are headed for a tree; just because you havent gotten there yet it doesnt mean that it doesnt exist yet, meaning (if i understood the bbc docu right) the future already exists! and by corollary, the past STILL exists, just as the tree still exists even if you move away from it in space.

this has many interesting implications:

a) time travel and clairvoyance are both possible in a universe that follows the general relativity model

and

b) the universe is deterministic; the future is already OUT THERE. meaning you can't really change it, its already been set since time and space evolved from chaos

if somehow that depresses you, there is some relief offered by the OTHER big theory in physics, quantum theory. in the quantum universe, when you get to the very very small small tiny tiny particles of things, it seems that things are so very NOT deterministic. they actually random, chaotic. there is no predicting where this piece will be in the next millionth of a second. it could suddenly be somewhere else. everything suddenly becomes probabilistic instead of being set in stone. the happy thing about that is that there might be some way quantum randomness affects human beings so that in the end our choices are entirely free, random, nothing pre-determined

the strange thing is that physicists seem to find that BOTH theories are true, so far. how can that be? i dont know, but scientists and philosophers are trying to reconcile the two together. could it be that they could find a way to marry the idea of FATE and FREE WILL? too bad none of my friends chose to be scientists or philosophers. things like these are great with beer and peanuts


D demonstrating the concurrency of his two past selves

Travelling Bonfires - Mayrics, Oct 14 2005

salamat kay miz jaja campos, ang babaeng maraming hawak (na banda), para sa pagkakataon na putukan ang maraming tao sa mukha (ng flash). galeng ng pinekpekan, este kinepyasan, o baka...

now here's something for april fools that i wish i had the guts to do. because its so funny. maybe one of you can do it and tell me about it after.


Galing ng Novaliches ang bus at papunta na ito ng Baclaran. Ordinary kaya ang kapal ng usok ay pwede mong kusutin. Mainit at ang mga tao ay lukot at kupas parang lumang pera. Alas-tres imedya ng huminto ang bus sa tapat ng Heritage sa kanto ng Edsa extension at Roxas boulevard, bago mag flyover. Nagsakay ito ng pasahero. Umakyat ang isang lalaki na naka polo barong. Mukha siyang malinis at amoy mumurahing pabango. Humarurot muli ang bus kaya kumapit ang lalaki at nagsimulang sumuray-suray papasok. Sa isa niyang kamay ay mag tangan siyang makapal na libro. Baka diksyunaryo, ang isip ng iba. Ngunit hindi nag-hahanap ng upuan ang mga mata ng lalaki, bagkus ay pagkarating nito sa gitna ng bus ay tumayo ng tuwid at nagsimula: "Magandang hapon mga kapatid na Manlalakbay, at magandang hapon sa kapatid na Tsuper at Kundoktor. Gambalain ko lang po ng isang sandali ang inyong pagbiyahe dahil ako po ay isang Alagad ng Katotohanan at nais ko lamang po ipaabot ang Magandang Balita na dapat marinig ng buong Sangkalibutan. Opo, dala ko po ang Magandang Balita at nawa ay alayan man lamang ninyo ako ng kahit isang tainga kung hindi man dalawa at isang sandali lamang po kung hindi man lima para maibahagi ko ang isang Mahalagang Katotohanan. Dahil ang Magandang Balita o Good News sa Ingles o gud nws kung itext ay ito: Wala pong Diyos. Tama. Iyan po ang Magandang Balita. Wala pong Diyos. At dahil walang Diyos ay wala rin pong Demonyo at Impyerno. Kapwa tao lang po natin ang nag Di-diyosdisyosan at kapwa tao lang ren po natin ang nang Dedemonyo ng kapwa nila. Kaya mula ngayong araw na ito, nasa kamay na ninyo ang Kapalaran ninyo at kayo lang rin ang dapat sisihin sa kung ano mang Kabulastugan o Katangahan na mangyayari sa buhay ninyo. Wala pong himala. Ayaan ninyo pong alayan ko kayo ng isang dasal: O Mundo na hindi nilikha at walang patutunguhan, kaawaan po ninyo ang mga Anak ninyong mga ito na Walang Saysay ang buhay. Halellujah Amen. Salamat po uli mga kapatid na Manlalakbay at salamat muli sa ginoong Tsuper at Kundoktor. Magandang hapon at maaliwalas na paglalakbay" Nag abot ang lalaki ng mga sobre. Bibigyan mo kaya siya ng pera?

okay so maybe some of you didn't think it was so funny. blasphemy is a tricky thing. if i die within the week that means He/She doesn't have a sense of humor (at least my life won't be a waste if i prove there really is a God) if i'm still alive that probably means He/She is going to do something Much worse

isang bagay lang ang maaaring magdulot ng martial law: pandemic. kung mamamatay ka na aantayin mo pa ba ang kongreso? i find it strange how some people cannot stand long silences. a photographer's work is never done; it develops. it is better to learn kindness than politeness. kakayanin ko pa kaya mabuhay kung paralisado ang buong katawan ko? hindi ako isang hawking. astig talaga si isting: ders da black hole sun in the sun too-daaaay. ala-singko na, naka lab ka pa?

our_song.mp3 (right-click save target as)

my most upbeat not-so-happy song so far

hahaha! eto na ang pinaka skwater kong kanta! lumabas nalang bigla sa ulo ko parang hatsing. (save target as dito)

labsong

eto ang plano
ganito, ganito
sisikat tayo
hit na hit,
parang anghit
kailangan lang magpagupit
at maalalang mag-ahit
wag mag drugs, wag iinom
magensayo, alagaan ang instrumento
mag cologne, mag polo
dahil alam ko na ang sekreto
panalo ang manok na to
kung gusto mong sumikat
labsong ang gawin mo

iisa lang ang hanap ng pilipino
yung may tampuhan sa umpisa
pero lampungan sa dulo
pakipot na romansa
malanding mga nota
pwedeng maangas, malupit
basta may chorus na swit
parang anghit
ito ang patok
ang nakout na sapok
kung gusto mo sumikat
labsong ang gawin mo

ito ang dating daan
ito ang katotohanan
wag mong pahirapan ang iyong mga fans
sa mahihirap na chords
at lyrics na may sense
dapat senti, dapat madrama
kung gagawa ng video, dapat may kama!

ano ba itong tinatawag nating wikang filipino kundi tagalog na dinamtan ng bandila ng komisyon ni quezon. makatarungan bang hirangin ang isang dayalekto sa ibabaw ng iba? ang mga taga cebu ay nagsisikap magaral ng tagalog, pero ang mga taga maynila ba ay nagaaral ng bisaya? sangayon ako na dapat bilingual ang linggwahe, pero bakit hindi nalang Ingles at Katutubong Wika (Hilagaynon, Bisaya, Chabacano, etc. kung san ka mang rehiyon lumaki). ang wikang filipino ay isang imbensyon ng mga tagalog na gustong koopalin ang mga taga-Timog. pagyamanin ang lahat ng wika sa pilipinas at hindi lang tagalog. ang maynila ay hindi buong pilipinas (na madalas kalimutan ng mga taga-maynila).

plato's cave

Kaya mo bang hulaan ang pamagat ng drawing na ito? (Kung sirit ka na, tingnan ang "comments" para sa sagot)

WARNING: L & A

the following is an excerpt of things that go through my mind when i ride a bus and i am trying to ignore "daisy siete" on the on-board t.v.

i dont know who came up with the word, but "post-everything" is a good way to describe the intellectual world today; its even a good way of describing blogging. in a post-everything world, one of the watchwords is exploitation. meaning its to be avoided. but i have two problems about it on my mind:

1. is profiting from human suffering always exploitation?
this seems to be a no-brainer but take this example: I like taking pictures. we all know the really great pictures are the pictures that tell a human story. especially moving pictures happen to be about the bleakness of the human condition. since i dont really earn anything from photography and i dont get my pictures published anywhere except the net, i am an amateur; i take pictures for the personal enjoyment of it. so, if i take a picture of an especially pathetic looking quadraplegic leprosy ridden beggar, i am really doing it because i think it would make a good picture, not because i am serving some higher cause (except, maybe, art), or because i earn a living out of it. so i am profiting from the beggar's pitiful condition. is it exploitation? obviously i could give him some money for his trouble, but not much since photography drains the funds enough as it is. is a token amount enough to compensate the exploitation that i think happened? is the offense mitigated if i ask for the person's consent? i could give him a copy of the picture but that doesnt help his condition any and i still get more from my end of the bargain (e.g. improve my portfolio, aesthetic pleasure, admiration from people, etc). is it ok to shoot scenes of social reality or should i stick to party pictures and inanimate objects?

2. is pornography always exploitation?
there is no denying that porno is enjoyable to me and many other people. i dont really buy into the belief that watching porno makes rapists; might as well say that watching the ten commandments will make you want to become a priest. there is however the question of exploitation. it is generally agreed by me and my friends that a beautiful woman will strip and fuck for the camera if and only if she meets the following requirements:

either she:
a) has no other skills, has a low IQ score, for some reason cannot or does not want to get married, and is desperately in need of money

or she:
b) is suffering from any of various mental disturbances (schizophrenia, personality disorders, nymphomania, alien mind control, etc.)

or a dreadful combination of both

if that is the case, if you are the sort of person who despises exploitation but doesnt have anything against jerking off (a consciencious type of pervert) would watching hentai be the safe thing to do? or is the enjoyment derived from cartoon bimbos a vicarious kind of exploitation?

i tell people 3 things after completing the term (a trimester, or maybe trimenstrual because its a period of three months). that they should:

1. recognize individual differences
2. never lie to themselves. lie to others but never to yourself
3. forget everything else and remember the two things above

Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo
the Bloodhound Gang

Vulcanize the whoopee stick
In the ham wallet

Cattle prod the oyster ditch
With the lap rocket

Batter dip the cranny ax
In the gut locker

Retrofit the pudding hatch
Ooh la la
With the boink swatter

If i get you in the loop when I make a point to be straight with you then
In lieu of the innuendo in the end know my intent though
I brazillian wax poetic so pathetically
I don't wanna beat around the bush

Foxtrot Unifrom Charlie Kilo
Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo

Marinate the nether rod
In the squish mitten

Power drill the yippee bog
With the dude piston

Pressure wash the quiver bone
In the bitch wrinkle

Cannonball the fiddle cove
Ooh la la
With the pork steeple

If i get you in the loop when I make a point to be straight with you then
In lieu of the innuendo in the end know my intent though
I brazillian wax poetic so pathetically
I don't wanna beat around the bush

Foxtrot Unifrom Charlie Kilo
Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo

Put the you know what in the you know where
Put the you know what in the you know where
Put the you know what in the you know where
Put the you know what in the you know where pronto

from www.lyricstop.com

truth is a missing page
truth is the last breath of a murdered journalist

Another Case of Strangulation
music by sonic
words by mute

They buried truth today in an unmarked grave
No one came
No flowers laid

In the fields and towns they are singing songs
To army drums
And cracking guns

Chorus:
This here's another killer front page
There'll be another wake come Sunday
Another fire gone cold
Another freedom sold

They are reading lines of official type
All was fine
A matter of time

All across the land they are wringing hands
No one stands
No honest men

Chorus 2x
They buried truth today in an unmarked grave

it would be deeply appreciated if people refrain from presuming that they know what i think and feel without asking me first. contrary to what some might believe, i have never deliberately avoided people who want to talk to me. premature assumptions and non-existent communication sow confusion. that being said, it seems i am also presuming to know what you think and feel about what i think and feel. therefore it would be wrong of you to expect me to make sense. got that?

Out of admiration for George Orwell (having just read Hitchens' "Why Orwell Matters") i would like to review my prejudices, because knowing them is extremely useful:

1. It seems i have a prejudice against popular culture. e.g.: i tend to categorize "my music" from "mainstream"; i am suspicious about television and what most people think is "entertainment"; i keep telling myself "why would i feel the need to read dan brown when i have yet to read dostoevsky?". i find this troubling because its seeping into my politics. to say it plainly: i distrust the masses. this train of thought is dangerous because it could eventually lead to fascism. ware the iron boot

2. I also have a prejudice against people who i find are unabashedly self-confident, who make bold assertions, who, in general, seem to know more than i do. i tend to assume that such people do not know self-doubt and therefore will make stupid mistakes. i should know better than to judge people by my own weaknesses

3. I have a slight prejudice against smoking, though it hasnt stopped me from having lots of friends with the habit. i am always tempted to wonder about smokers whether they do it for self-esteem, relaxation or as a social crutch. really, is it possible that they dont mind having cancer a few years from now?

4. I still have a lingering homophobia, but being around male faculty who have "defected" clears the air a lot. not that ill be a new recruit in the near future (defensive)

feel Young

this sound clip is inspired by neil young so it has that country-grunge ballad sound to it

from baller recordz

the phenomenal duo that pioneered gay gangster (gayster) rap are back with another bitchin album sure to knock your panties off. "wassup bhakla" features the best songs that jols2005 and marlonX have come up with so far. with such hard hitting tracks like "jimmy grab my gun", "eastside backside", "Rasheed, are you sniffin my crack?", "prison buddies", "boyz on boyz", "my ghetto burrito", and the chart topping single "bruthas unda cuvas", the girls have really shown that theyve got balls.


...on the related topic of whether same-sex marriages should be allowed i have only one argument: the world doesn't need more children; it needs more parents

id over ego

ikaw na walang trabaho
at puro lagim ang hinaharap
ano pa ba ang gagawin
kung hindi ang sumama at makisigaw
para kay ganito at ganyan
nagbabakasakaling may magbabago
dahil wala nang pwede pang mawala sa iyo

ikaw na may puso na bumabatingaw
ginagamit nila ang galit mo
dahil sila ay walang puso
at ikaw ay mayroon
at alam nating lahat
sa diwa ng madla
alipin ng Damdamin ang Katuturan


whether you are lenin or pol pot you have used the poor for something. to justify an intellectual cause or to implement genocide or to ease your guilt by giving alms you have used the poor for something. because it is easy to use the poor. and no one trusts them to have their own opinions. so people feel free to tell them what to do while dangling hope in front of their eyes. they are treated like children, who will do tricks for sweets. the question is, as they are right now, can the masses be trusted to rule themselves (and by implication, rule all of us)?

overheard from some photographer friends:

"...set-up na yung mga ilaw. adjust-adjust nalang. kaya pag dating nung model ipasok mo na sa kwarto tapos putok ka nalang ng putok..."

well, it didn't go down exactly like that but the way i tell it is much better than what really happened. after all, this isn't a newspaper.

Its le tour de france! I wonder why there arent any women along with the pale sweaty men in tight shorts. And I havent seen any black or asian people either. Everytime I watch my feet get itchy and I suddenly want to pedal to albay. I wonder if I'll look good in those swanky helmets and those swanky visors

rarely do i read news that make me smile, but this one did

hindi ko pa ren maintindihan baket "multong bakla". ikaw alam mo ba?

Multong Bakla


(R. Javier, J. Carrasco)

The Youth


Intro: A.A.A.A.A.A.
D-G-D-A-
D-G-D-A-A.A.A.A.A.A.

D G
(Pare/Mare) meron kang bisita
D A
May kasangkapan para masangla
D G
(O) Pare, talo ka sa pekwa
D A
Itsura mo’y parang naluging bakla
D G
O ang galing-galing mong bugaw
D A
Mas kadiri ka pa sa langaw
D G
Ika’y multo sa paningin
D A.A.A.A.A.A.
(Ang multo) Ika’y multo sa paningin.

Refrain (3/4 beat)
Bm-G-Bm-A
Hah
Bm-G-Bm-A.A.A.A.A.A.A.A hold
Hah
(Intro’s 2nd & 3rd lines)
(Uy!)

(1st verse chords)
Taas-noo’ng hilaw na sosyal
‘Kala mo ba’y wala kang asal
Kay yabang-yabang mong pumorma
Para kang ipis na nakabukaka
Ang kapal mong mangurakot
Sa lipunan ikaw ang salot
Ika’y multo sa paningin
(Ang multo) Ika’y multo sa paningin.

Repeat Refrain & 1st verse

Repeat Refrain except last line

Coda
D G
Ika’y multo sa paningin
D A
(Ang multo) Ika’y multo sa paningin
D G
(Ang multo) Ika’y multo sa paningin
D A
Ang multo sa paningin

(Chord pattern D-G-D-A-)
(Ang multo) Ika’y multo sa paningin
(Ang multo) Ika’y multo sa paningin
(Ang multo) Ang multo sa paningin
(Ang multo) Ika’y multo sa paningin
Multong bakla (8x)
D hold
(Hoy hoy hoy...)
(Wow, Tita) Bakla!

http://www.pinoyreference.net/LYRICS/73.txt

WARNING: L & A

On Lying

I've just finished reading the first chapter of "Contemporary Moral Issues" editted by James White (this was what got me going on my earlier post). At the end of the chapter there are questions that the reader can try to address. The first was "Is lying always wrong? When is it not wrong and why?" And so I'll drag out an answer here.

It is not sufficient to say that lying is witholding or distorting the truth. Can anyone be REALLY sure that what he knows is true or not? If what you know is false in the first place, distorting it probably isn't that bad. Far better, in my opinion, to say that lying is mainly an intentional betrayal of trust through deception. Because people trust us to say things that we know are true, telling a lie would be betraying this expectation. This is a broad definition; it can include things like breaking a promise. If a certain person promised not to seek re-election and then decided to run anyway, that is also a betrayal of trust, and so this would be a close cousin to lying.

What makes lying so bad is that when you think about it society is an engine running on trust. We trust doctors not to decieve us when talking about drugs and side-effects; we trust drivers to turn left when they signal LEFT; I trusted the authors of the articles I read that what they were feeding me wasn't just fancy harvard bullshit. It just wouldn't work without trust. Anything that undermines trust undermines society and that is bad. Therefore, lying is bad.

But we know for a fact that sometimes lying isn't really bad. If the bad guys asked you where the good guy was hiding and you in fact know where the good guy is, you are not obligated, and actually shouldn't tell the truth. In cases like this, the situation is such that there is no existing relationship of trust or trust has already been compromised. Lying to an enemy spy is not bad because neither side expects the other to tell the truth and so no trust is betrayed. People who have already taken advantage of people's trust (bad guys) cannot hold other people to fulfill their trust in them (the other people). You can therefore choose to tell the truth or lie to bad guys depending on the situation. If there is greater benefit in lying (the good guy will be safe) then lying in this situation is justified.

Summing it up, lying is an intentional betrayal of trust through deception. Lying is bad because betraying trust makes social living impossible. In a situation where there are no relationships based on trust or trust has already been betrayed, lying is not in itself bad.

So, did I answer it well enough? Are there things I missed? Are there exceptions to the rules I scratched out? If so speak up

warning: what follows is long and academic

being the kind of person i am i do not like to engage in debates about religion. the idea of talking about who is more correct when it comes to whether there is a hell or not, whether God is just one man or woman, two men and a dove, or a thousand souls, doesn't really do it for me. for one thing, i find belief to be so personal and subjective that arguments about it never really reach common ground. there are no standards to go by, like two people arguing whether the dish was delicious or not. no matter how conclusive the argument is, it will never change the fact that one person found the dish tasty while the other did not. and so, in principle i avoid debates about food and religion.

one of the things i do like to argue about is ethics. now this for me is worth brawling about. like the question "is it selfish to see to your own well being?", "is seeking my own happiness a hedonistic thing to do?". given the field that i am in, i firmly believe that the single most important thing for people in general is the self. there is nothing intrinsically bad in acting for yourself and seeking pleasure for yourself. and yet even in saying that people usually do self-serving things, it is not to say that we are not capable of doing unselfish things either. there are always people who will throw away their lives for someone else, from soldiers to mothers. the thing is, you should not think that acting for yourself and acting for others are two mutually exclusive things. doing one could lead to the other. you can act in your self interest and at the same time cause the well being of others; conversely you could also act for the well being of others and achieve happiness for yourself in the process. for hedonism, happiness is the greatest good, but it did not say that you have to be selfish about it or that seeking your own happiness will eventually lead to unhappiness in others. happiness is not a zero-sum game; it is possible for everyone to win. by looking for your own happiness, it enables you to help others achieve happiness in the future. and it is very possible that the simple fact that you are happy will make others happy also.

all of this isnt really original so if you dont trust me you can probably trust the ethical philosphers who have mowed this lawn before and keep mowing it still (but they wont all agree with whats written here). this argument has long been on my mind; i just needed more reading to articulate it. i of course have my own reasons for rehashing it here.

the may theme was bahay kubo. this month is reportage. hope i make the cut. speaking of cuts i have just finished another made-up song. its a very short song so i recommend that you play it twice so that it would feel like you were listening to a real full length track.

this is my new song
it is the creativity song
it is an insperetional song
i hope you like my song =)

greed


kahit di nanalo salamat pa ren sa aking emergency production team (boogie, jools, aisa, ige). this is one of my best (conceptually) so far.

yes boy, you know nothing



not one of my best shots but i like it anyway

RHCP - My Friends
My friends are so depressed
I feel the question
Of your loneliness
Confide... 'cause I'll be on your side
You know I will, you know I will

X Girlfriend called me up
Alone and desperate
On the prison phone
They want... to give her 7 years
For being sad

Chorus :
I love all of you
Hurt by the cold
So hard and lonely too
When you don't know yourself

My friends are so distressed
And standing on
The brink of emptiness
No words... I know of to express
This emptiness

Chorus :
Imagine me taught by tragedy
Release is peace
I heard a little girl
And what she said
Was something beautiful
To give... your love
No matter what

teaching is probably the closest ill get to being in mass media. if im lucky, there will actually be 4-5 people out of 40 who will actually listen. thats enough to start a terrorist cell. gnarly.

ang mga higante ay di yumuyuko.
at hindi makukulong ang isang isip na nakapagpasya
na tumayo at sagutin ang mundo.
dahil ang taong malayang pumili ay bathala.

stephen king called it a "roundness". its the quality of some well crafted stories wherein everything comes together and there are no loose ends. where the ellipses are completed. where everything gains Significance. you see the roundness when things happen just so, when events make poetic statements, when the killer realizes his mortal blow was dealt by a victims daughter, when it is revealed that the last leaf was held through the storm by the german guy, when luke meets his father, when ahab meets moby dick, when you realize soylent green is people, when you realize who kaiser soze really is, when you realize "there was no aaron counselor", when it all comes full circle, a nice, closed curve. i feel that roundness right now; the gladness at the end of a good story.

[note that circles are defined by constant things (a radius) and ridiculously irrational things (like the value of pi). i think you can relate that to life somehow but i'll leave that part to somebody else (this is what happens when you read Cryptonomicon)]

this is what would happen if i say everything i think of ALL of the time

professor: ...is of course the most widely used method to insure randomization of... yes mister galang, you were raising you're hand?
galang: sir, i think we have neglected to discuss one method of data gathering that has proven useful throughout history and enjoys widespread application even now.
professor: talaga?! i'm sure we have covered... well, okay, what data gathering method do you have in mind?
galang: interrogation with torture sir.
professor: (nervous laugh) oh. well. you have a good sense of humor mister galang. we of course know that ethically spe...
galang: i am particularly interested in the question of whether there will be a change in responses to a personality inventory if the participants are made to complete it while their feet are dipped in battery acid and...
professor: (hypertensive fuming) mister galang! hesusmariahosef! this has gone far en...
galang: ...there is of course difficulty in application. little children will be especially tricky and would require more "creative" manipulation...
professor: (apoplectic convulsing) eeek! (thud)
galang: sir? pwede ko bang gawing thesis eto? sir?
professor: (post-mortem drooling)

storms are great. almost as good as a burning building. hindi naman ako yung tipong lagi nalang "astig! gulo, pinsala, kamatayan!". hindi naman palagi. nakakamangha lang talaga pagnakakakita ka ng display of elemental force. like being drawn to the beauty of a nuclear mushroom cloud. appreciate abstractions.


storm appreciation (or tropical repression)

keep your umbrella, i'll walk in the storm
where pneumonias are born
we'll cut to the chase and bleed out the warmth

ill weather it fits me like spandex on thighs
like the crush of a vise
i'll sing and i'll shout as the clouds capsize

flowers in flood and puddles in bloom
no sun and no moon
just me in a brown polyester cocoon

you'll sweat like ice, it rains like blood
the everlasting glut
when you're lord of the frogs and god of the mud

and then Virgil said "At dito naman ay ang impyerno ng mga masasamang silya na hindi nagsisimba, nagrorosaryo o nagkukumpisal. sila ren yung mga may drawing ng etits at may mga nakaukit na formula sa physics. kung mapapansin mo lahat sila ay right-handed. all right handed chairs go to hell". and then Dante said "bakit?". and then Virgil said "Sorry, you must ask your question in the form of an answer" then Dante said "lousy tour guide"

-Dante's Inferno Special DVD Edition, Canto III (yung may ihawan)

primetime tv is not worth it. its either news or its trash. the encyclopedia britannica is more entertaining. like the article on a french poet, playwright and misogynist (someone who feels contempt for females). it ends abruptly with the statement "Fearing blindness, he died by his own hand". now what can you say about a man like that? may sayad lang ba talaga sya o malakas lang talaga ang paninindigan nya kahit gano kabaluktot? ano kaya ang mga sumagi sa isip nya bago sya naging multo? minahal kaya sya ng nanay nya? breastfed kaya sya o Lactum? I am someone good at finding answers, but the first piece of real wisdom i have learned in 22 years is that sometimes there aren't any, or its not worth finding.

i call it "the arsonist sleeps and someone is coming". i can also call it "waiting for santa claus". it looks much better bigger

being an arsonist is one of my fantasy vocations, along with being a professional thief, being a 16th century mercenary-scholar and being a xenobiologist (someone who studies biota on other planets). there's something romantic about burning buildings. its good to know that i can still draw.

walangyang hangin toh andumi dumi. pag uwi ko nalang laging anlaki ng kulangot ko. parang lagi nalang ako may ubo. tapos halos lahat pa ng kabarkada ko nagyoyosi. dun nalang kaya ako magdorm sa lung center. bayaran pa siguro nila ako para mapagaralan nila ang aking organ-formerlly-known-as-lungs. sana pwede ko pa trade-in yung baga ko. kaya lang kahit pang bopis ata wala nang kukuha neto. samahan ko kaya ng kidney? pwede mo kaya ibenta ang mga daliri mo sa paa sa black market? di ko naman sila masyadong ma mimis. siguro mahihirapn lang ako tumakbo at sumayaw pero mangangalahati ang trabaho ng pagkukuko. fair trade. gusto ko sanang bumili ng masmahahabang daliri sa kamay. may mga chord na mahirap pag maiksi daliri. titingin nga ako sa buy and sell. siguradong meron dun. kung meron sa inyong may extrang daliri na gustong magbenta i ym nyo nalang ako. sana pag isang set may discount. maganda ren siguro kung puro index finger nalang noh? gusto ko ren sana bumili ng bigote. yung makapal. yung pang sabotage ng beastie boys. yung pang josef stalin. para magkamukha na kami ni chichi. groovy.

since im not man enough to read it without flinching all the time its probably better if i leave it alone. all the bad mojo im feeding myself is gonna ruin my 2nd sem momentum. gotta get myself some euphoria morning and run in the park. ive been told that running is good for the heart. and there is still christmas to look forward to. its always good to have things to look forward to. i need a new bike.

papal power

the only requirement for becoming pope is that you have to be catholic. technically i could be pope one day. or someone could make this into a reality tv show. The Fisherman's Apprentice. Vying for Vicar. Miter My Turn. The All New Inquisition. Dude Where are My Keys? (Vatican Idol wouldnt be right since idolatry is a sin) well, if i become pope i will immediately call for the cannonization of Jeff Buckley. The Most Excellent and Melancholy Saint Jeff Buckley.

(whispher from off-stage) is he even catholic?

ha? ano ngayon? ako ang papa kaya shut up you heretic you. gusto mong makatikim ng x-com (isang term na ipapauso ni papa mute). i am DaRak!

im reading shogun to pass the time. its nice and thick so it gives good mileage for my money. the japanese have the cutest names for dicks and fucking. Peerless Pestle, Heavenly Spear, spraying Joyful Juice into Enchanted Chambers. maybe i can think of othrs. Velvet Pagoda? Esteemed Siege Cannon? My Big Fat Katana with Scabbard? japanese are fun

fak you chris cornell youre so sexy i want to suck your pick

Cant Change Me


She can do anything at all
Have anything she pleases
The power to change what she thinks is wrong
So what could she want with me?

But wait just one minute here
I can see that she’s trying to read me
Suddenly I know

She’s going to change the world
But she can’t change me
No she can’t change me

She has the daylight at her command
She gives the night it’s dreams
She can uncover your darkest fear
And make you forget you feel it

But wait just one minute more
I can see that she’s trying to free me
Suddenly I know

She’s going to change the world
But she can’t change me

Suddenly I can see everything that’s wrong with me
But what can I do?
I’m the only thing I really have at all

But wait just one minute here
I can see that she’s trying to need me
Suddenly I know

She’s going to change the world
But she can’t change me
No she can’t change me

welcome to the new world order


its only a matter of time. its a substance thats as indispensable to the student as gasoline and tobacco. its a place more popular than the library. it came from seattle like nirvana. they both have a star in their logos. honestly, you cant go wrong.

I am now in the process of writing a song for my unborn (and eternally aborted) band which will be featured in a nonexistent lp. I now have exactly two (2) chords which I do not know the names of. they are in the vicinity of A# and G but they sound strange (in a good way). i will call them chris and eddie since they were both in singles. so far i have been repeating chris and eddie over and over and i am satisfied with their hypnotic drone. i have also brainstormed lyrics and have come up with this: sampung taong kumain ng tahong. whoa. to me it sounds vaguely biblical, like a wierd pronouncement from an angel before he kills a third of humankind (psychologists and prophets are like that. vague). even this early i can tell that this is going to be a classic. i predict that girls in starbucks will be singing this song as they lick their plates clean of blueberry cheesecake. i will, of course, refuse to become famous. i will get a handsome proxy to appear in all my music videos so that the world will believe that he is me and he will have a proxy band and proxy instruments. he will have a proxy sports car with proxy babes and proxy product endorsements, which will allow me to continue living in notorious obscurity. now, the insoluble question is: sa ganitong kalokohan ko ba talaga sasayangin ang sembreak ko?

haaay sembreak

wala pa sigurong limang libo para mailabas ito sa isang tabloid

sunny side up

on this green grassy slope
we look out on the world
and laugh at people in general
at all the king's horses
and all the king's men
and happy brown children
playing in the sun

up here you could
name all the stars
trace each others hands
waste each others time
feel bigger than you are
because here
the clouds break like eggshells
and it is always sunset

okay so where was I? oh yeah. so this boy was skipping down the street, you know, absolutely clueless doing a kind of rainman bit, you know. and out of nowhere this bus comes charging down the street. it was blue its, plate was GIN 923 and it was a Love Bus mahn (may tutugtog na bass na may wawa ala seventies funk). you know the type? yeah thats the one. see, there was this girl driving it and this girl really had bad eyesight an all and didnt really see the boy scooting around funnylike across the street until it was too late. so the boy goes splat. you know. instant mush. they say the girl had some lame excuse when taken downtown like "akala ko kasi cartoon". and the police were all over the place like hands on a first date mahn and the question that bugged them was "Bat ngayon lang?" well, in my opinion, the boy had it commin. i mean, he played the rainman bit for so long a time, he been dodgin buses almost all his life you know. probably started thinkin he could do this indefinite like, you grokk? now, the powers that be dont look kindly on hubris like that. what? it means godawful pride mahn. hubris means the fall of man mahn. okay so where was I? oh yeah. so the powers probably said something like "Yan ang akala mo. Eto ang sayo!" And so the Love Bus (may tutugtog na bass na may wawa ala seventies funk) finally caught up with him. he probably saw it rushing at him like the godam furies, headlights at full and he probably couldnt move, the poor turd. he couldnt look away cause everything was so bright for the first time. they say he had this idiotic smile before the end. i guess at that moment he realized he was one doomed dodo.

good story right?

San kaya may mp3 neto?

Invent (Peter Searcy)

I'm scared of you as you are of me. It's nothing new, and there's nothing that we can do, about it. You can invent me, maybe one day I can invent you. We could be so perfect. You can invent me, maybe one day I can invent you. We could be so perfect.
In the interest of time, I‘ll get straight to the point. You can make me what you want me to be.I can be someone to make you smile, just for a little while.
You can invent me, maybe one day I can invent you. We could be so perfect. You can invent me, maybe one day I can invent you. We could be so perfect.
If I am not what you want, make me what you need, if you're not what I need, I'll make you what I want.You see I can invent you, to be someone to make me smile just for a little while.
You can invent me, maybe one day I can invent you.We could be so perfect.You can invent me, maybe one day I can invent you.We could be so perfect.

ang panday ng quiapo at iba pang mga kwento





parang may nangyaring exploitation dito. wala naman nakuha ang mga taong ito sa nangyari. lahat ng kuha ay sa photographer. kuha, take, capture; ang photography ay pagaangkin. i have their pictures, copyrighted, protected by law, pero yung bata ba may mapapala sa ginawa ko? baka. di ko alam. kaya minsan mas gusto ko magpicture ng mga bagay na walang malay.

One day the great philosopher Thestikles was sitting in the agora eating some kikiam and olives. He saw a fellow philospher passing by and without warning Thestikles gave him a hard blow on the head.
"Pakshet! Why did you hit me Thestikles?"
"I predicted that you were going to hit me today so I made a preemptive strike"
"I was not going to hit you! Why would I hit you?"
"Well, how can you be sure that you wouldn't hit me? Think of all the times I embarassed you in front of the whole lyceum, the time I tripped you in the Olympics, the day I overheard the oracle tell you that your mother will kill you and marry your brother. Can you honestly tell me that deep within your heart you did not want to cause me harm?"
"I agree, I do hate you. And my hate right now is so great that I will strike you now in righteous retribution!"
"But in doing so you make my prediction true and everyone here will know that I, Thestikles, am indeed a great philosopher!"
"Well, then. I will let this pass and show everyone that I am dignified enought not to stoop to such petty violence. Thus, it will be you who will be seen as the villain."
"Admirable move! I am shamed excessively!"
When the other philosopher was gone Thestikles took out a notebook and made a mark. "That makes twenty-five. I think Im getting the hang of this!"
Thus was political science born.

adler was right

i just saw that quote again. the one about how the universe conspires to get you what you want. something like that. its supposed to be inspirational but it doesnt really work for me. if i want to be REALLY motivated, i imagine the exact opposite. i imagine that the world is out to get me, that it wants to keep me down, trip and hamstring me, isubsob ako sa putik, ututan ako sa mukha (see this: http://www.farthammer.com/ ) and various other attrocities. now THAT gets me worked up. after giving myself a pep talk like that i feel i can do anything. i have a feeling terrorists and maligned caregivers in canada think the same way. in the bible, the meek inherit the earth, pero magaamok muna siguro sila para mangyari yoon. we underdogs dont bite, we gnaw you with dull teeth into easy to chew sections!

nothing like suiting up, zipping shut and walking out into a storm. storms make me think that there is a God. and that he cant touch me inside my brown jacket. like an astronaut. astro cigarettes. ASTRO CIGARETTES! (torotot solo)

another productive day at the library! after a whole day of research i have come up with a list of names to name the band i will form sometime in the future:
gansen roces, nippleblack, mister pogi, alamat ng libag, moratorium on hope, the exciting excretions, the amazing excretions, the covalent band, boots of blinding speed, absolutely no change, yaya niyari ni kuya, backwards man, plague pox and pestilence, cesar asar, mahiwagang kabute, dinoceros, burrhus freidrick, jung and horney, metronomicon, rodolfo the red-horse ranger, opposable bum, the enola gays, manly the eunuch, maitim na bulak (aka the eskinols)

if you want, you can vote for your favorite name and we can have a raffle so that the winner will be allowed to name his/her firstborn child after our band. names are what great bands are made of. who needs talent?

patay na si tagboard? mejo boring tong blog pag walang feedback. I need an audience. Maglagay ren kaya ako ng backblog?

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aids: hoy tsong. hoy. alam mo ba yung pag nakakatulog yung hita mo okaya yung braso mo, men? yung parang may naipit na ugat o kung ano man men? wla kang maramdaman tapos pag biglang nagising na, nag sirkuleyt na ulet, parang kuryenteng nangingilo yung bisig mo? alam mo ba yon men? ha?
 
mute: dude its called pins and needles
 
aids: ah yon nga pensenedel. pensenedel. eto kasi. sumakay ako ng jeep, eh mejo masikip kaya kalahati lang ng pwet ko yung nakalapat sa upuan. sa bandang coastal nakaupo na ren ako ng maayos. tas yun na nga. na pensenedel ako. hindi basta basta pensenedel men. sa gitna pa ng hita ko. dun pa mismo kay mr quickie men!
 
mute: you mean you got pins and needles in your saturn V dude?! bitchin!
 
aids: hinde nakakatuwa men. ano ba yan five na yan? banda ba? anyway, yun nga. parang kinukuryente ka men. hinde ko malaman kung maiihe ako. parang yung ginagawa siguro dun sa mga na martial law dati. yung kakabitan ng wire yung bayag tapos kokoryentehen ka. parang ganun men. tapos nawala. buti nalang, di ko alam kung makakalakad ako ng ganun. sikip kasi ng brip ko eh.
 
mute: have you tried boxers?
 
aids: hindi pa eh pero marunong ako magbadminton.
 
(end act one, lights fade to black)

Flowers For Algernon. Beautiful book. Classic scifi meets Of Mice and Men. Im not big on book reviews but I will say this: There are two (2) things you need to do in life

1) Find yourself

and then

2) Give yourself to another

everything else are elaborations to the maze. This thesis, of course, requires further testing.

Ivory tower

new vistas
lower upkeep
same psychology
mahal ng pamasahe
"bakit walang nagrarally?" (Abay, circa 1994)

We all pay