Thursday, May 28, 2009

Dead Poet's Society part 1

I was supposed to write about bloggers who visit this blog who could actually write good poetry (Prinsesa Musang, Atticus, Prof BeatBurn). But I just visited JJ's blog and got pissed when MEATLOAF was not even mentioned as one of the seminal Rock artists of the 20th century.

How could you man? He has the voice of a Tenor and his songs are straight out of a Lord Byron canto.

The song below is MeatLoaf's. Even though it's mellow,
it so f*c*ing ROCKS.


Baby we can talk all night
But that aint getting us nowhere
I told you everything I possibly can
Theres nothing left inside of here
And maybe you can cry all night
But thatll never change the way that I feel
The snow is really piling up outside
I wish you wouldnt make me leave here

I poured it on and I poured it out
I tried to show you just how much I care
Im tired of words and Im too hoarse to shout
But youve been cold to me so long
Im crying icicles instead of tears

And all I can do is keep on telling you
I want you
I need you
But -- there aint no way Im ever gonna love you
Now dont be sad
cause two out of three aint bad
Now dont be sad
cause two out of three aint bad

Youll never find your gold on a sandy beach
Youll never drill for oil on a city street
I know youre looking for a ruby in a mountain of rocks
But there aint no coupe de ville hiding at the bottom of a cracker jack box

I cant lie
I cant tell you that Im something Im not
No matter how I try
Ill never be able
To give you something
Something that I just havent got

Theres only one girl that I will ever love
And that was so many years ago
And though I know Ill never get her out of my heart
She never loved me back
Ooh I know
I remember how she left me on a stormy night
She kissed me and got out of our bed
And though I pleaded and I begged her not to walk out that door
She packed her bags and turned right away

And she kept on telling me
She kept on telling me
She kept on telling me
I want you
I need you
But there aint no way Im ever gonna love you
Now dont be sad
cause two out of three aint bad
I want you
I need you
But there aint no way Im ever gonna love you
Now dont be sad
cause two out of three aint bad
Dont be sad
cause two out of three aint bad

Baby we can talk all night
But that aint getting us nowhere



Monday, May 25, 2009

The Great Jay Gatsby


Dear Sage. I bought this very short booklet before the holy week. When you saw it and read it the first thing you said was it's very expensive (it was P325 but I got in on sale for P285.00). Only recently did I find out why books in the Philippines are really expensive these days. CLICK HERE

F. Scott Fitz, the author of Button, was very gifted. I have yet to read The Great Gatsby but I've seen more than half of the movie.

His novels are mirrors of our urban, Male fantasies. In Button, his character ages in reverse (he grows young, not old) and in Gatsby, it's the story of the man who had everything, except that one woman who got away. So he throws wild parties almost every night and opens his mansion to everyone. His eyes always scanning the horizon, hoping that woman would one day come to one of his parties and make him whole again.

But what happens when you get what you want? When you don't grow old? When you get the girl back? F. Scott showed us that we will find the fulfillment of our most fervent wish to be a tragedy. Benjamin Button lived a full life and grew young and died an infant without any memory of his wonderful achievements as an adult or the love of his life. Jay Gatsby got Mlle. DaIsy back. His world was complete. But only for a short while... And after that there was tragedy. Maybe she shouldn't have entered his life again. She should have been spared. Jay Gatsby should have protected her from the pain of loss instead of wishing with all his strength to have her back.

Going back to Button, reading the original short story made me understand why in the movie, Brad Pitt had to leave Cate and his Daughter. I rebelled against that idea because I thought he was abandoning them. It was a wise decision after all. He knew that had he stayed, he would not be able to stop his march to young adulthood and adolescence. He wouldn't be able to Love her the way she needs to be loved. He had to leave as early as possible and leave a smaller scar in Cate's heart. Or he could leave later when the pain could concievably kill her very soul.

Friday, May 22, 2009

This Too Will Pass Away


I really don't know you. I remember my mother-in-law watching you in one of those mediocre teledramas and I always tell her: She's beautiful AND she can act; so what the hell is she doing in that crappy TV series?

Be Strong. Be Strong...




She faced the hardest times you can imagine
And many times her eyes fall back the tears
And when her youthful world was about to fall in
Each time her slender shoulders
For the weight of all her tears
And a sorrow no one hears
Still rings in midnight silence in her ears

Chorus:
Let her cry
for she's a lady
Let her dream
for she's a child
Let the rain fall down upon her
She's a free and gentle flower growing wild...

...Be careful how you touch her for she'll awaken
And sleep's the only freedom that she knows

And when you look into her eyes you won't believe
For the way she's always paying for a debt she never owed

And a silent wind still blows that she can only hear
So she goes...-- WILD FLOWER

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Why I Will Never Support a Military Coup

"The more chains you put on her, the less like a slave she looks." from the Movie, Spartacus




(CNN) -- Aung San Suu Kyi, the Nobel Peace laureate now facing trial on charges of government subversion, has been the face of Myanmar's pro-democracy movement and the focus of a global campaign to free her.

Aung San Suu Kyi was first detained in 1989 after mass protests against the military government.

The 63-year-old has been under house arrest for 13 of the past 19 years and is rarely allowed visitors, except her doctor. Her detention was scheduled to end May 27, until an American allegedly swam across a lake and sneaked into her house, violating the conditions of Suu Kyi's house arrest, according to the country's ruling military junta.

The American, John Yettaw, has been charged on two criminal counts: entering the country illegally and staying at a resident's home without government permission, according to a spokesman for Suu Kyi's political party.

Both charges carry a maximum sentence of five years in prison.

After Yettaw's visit, Suu Kyi was arrested and charged with government subversion. She faces up to five years in prison, if convicted. Video Watch a neighbor describe his impressions of Yettaw »

Suu Kyi was born on July 19, 1945, the daughter of Aung San, who fought for Burma's independence from Britain and became the first prime minister of Burma, and of Khin Kyi, a diplomat and later ambassador to India.

Aung San was assassinated in 1947, and Suu Kyi grew up in Myanmar and India before moving to England during the 1960s to study at Oxford University. Myanmar, also known as Burma, has been under military rule since 1962.

Suu Kyi did not return to Myanmar until 1988, when her mother had a stroke. While there on September 24, 1988, Suu Kyi co-founded the National League for Democracy amid mass anti-government demonstrations. She was placed under house arrest the following July on charges of trying to divide the military, charges she denied.

Her party won over 80 percent of the legislative seats in 1990, but she was disqualified from serving because of her house arrest, and the military junta ignored the results.

It was during her house arrest that she won the Nobel Peace Prize and the Sakharov Prize for Freedom of Thought in 1991, and the Marisa Bellisario Prize, in recognition of women who promote peace and solidarity, in 1992.

During that time, she gained admiration for sometimes speaking over the wall of her garden to her supporters.

In an interview she gave to CNN in 1996, a year after she was released from house arrest, she said, "I always felt free even when I was under house arrest. There's no question of me not feeling free now. And the more restrictive the authorities are, the more clear it is that they know how much support we have."

She was again placed under house arrest on September 22, 2000. The following December, then-U.S. President Bill Clinton awarded her the Presidential Medal of Freedom in absentia.

After a brief release in May 2002, she was placed under house arrest again -- her most recent -- the next year, and authorities have extended it regularly. The country's law allows for a detention of five years without charges being filed, and that period ended at the end of May 2008, according to her lawyer Jared Genser. The government nevertheless extended the house arrest by a year.

In October 2007, clashes sparked by a huge fuel price increase imposed by the military junta erupted between pro-democracy demonstrators and government security forces, killing as many as 110 people, including 40 Buddhist monks.

The junta said then that it had detained more than 2,900 people.

The government has scheduled elections for next year that they say will lead the nation toward democracy. Human-rights organizations have said the vote will merely extend military rule in the nation.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Graduation Speeches

Dear Kids, I just read about Obama's wisecrack during the ASU graduation rites:

"Now, before I begin, I'd like to clear the air about that little controversy everyone was talking about a few weeks back... I think we all learned an important lesson. I learned to never again pick another team over the Sun Devils in my NCAA bracket. And your university President and Board of Regents will soon learn all about being audited by the IRS."

Bwahahaha! That last line was so cute. Immediately after delivering that punchline he smiled at them like a naughty gangsta as if saying "Chill, Dudes. I'm just messing with you." Reminds me of JFK's American University speech where he began by teasing his old friend, Bob Byrd:

"...distinguished guests, my old colleague, Senator Bob Byrd, who has earned his degree through many years of attending night law school, while I am earning mine in the next 30 minutes..."

Incidentally, since Dick Chenney, that ugly old goat, is hogging the headlines again, pontificating about the use of Torture and the virtue of pissing on the bill of rights, he would do well if he reads that JFK speech where he said that...

"what kind of a peace do we seek? Not a Pax Americana enforced on the world by American weapons of war. Not the peace of the grave or the security of the slave."

Up yours, Chenney. That was the kind of peace you and your neocon colleagues tried to ram down our throats when you were in power. The kind of peace bought by waterboarding and torturing detainees in Gitmo and Abu Ghraib. Just so you know that we will never forget, that kind of policy did not result in peace but in more than

3,000 AMERICAN SOLDIER'S DEATHS UNDER YOUR WATCH.

I really do not like him and his neocon comrades who are still talking their heads off in FOX news network. But before I fantasize about pushing the button to unleash the nuclear bomb on them, I should remind myself that in the American University speech of JFK, he gave a compelling reason why we shouldn't hate our enemies too much to the point of wishing to rain down thermo-nuclear warheads on their asses:

"For in the final analysis, our most basic common link is that we all inhabit this small planet. We all breathe the same air. We all cherish our children's futures. And we are all mortal. "


Thursday, May 07, 2009

ASTIG

Dear Sadie, I took you and your sisters to the last day of the 39th PCP convention yesterday. For a little while I left you in the play area to listen to the Forum on H1N1 conducted by WHO representatives.

When I came back to fetch you guys, your yaya told me that you made a boy cry by hitting him with the plastic ball he was trying to steal from you. Sage said the boy was a typical brat and she did not hit back when he kicked her. He was smaller than her and younger.

But the boy is older than you, Sadie, and bigger. Your Yaya Ning wanted to apologize to the boy's yaya but she told her "makulit talaga yan, buti nga sa kanya."

Your sisters were smiling from ear to ear when they were recounting the story to me. I told them if this happens again you should ask the teacher or any grown up to stop the bully. I didn't condone it.

But we started calling you my "Junior."

Sunday, May 03, 2009

One Ring

"One Ring to rule them all,
One Ring
to find them,
One Ring
to bring them all

and in the darkness bind them"


Dear Tristan, IN the Philippines of my generation, the ring that rules has Four corners. Good or ill it is capable of forging a common bond between us Filipinos.

Tomorrow I shall be watching, with your Ninong El and Grand Dy, within the Darkness of a movie theater the Fight between Pacquiao and Hatton. In a previous post when he faced DelaHoya I said that it would be the last time I shall be rooting and giving my prayers to Manny since I thought he was going to lose. The Odds against him beating DelaHoya was staggering. That's why even though I really don't like Pacquiao, I wanted him to win.

Itutuloy...




Friday, May 01, 2009

May Day Eve 2009

"Mirror, mirror, show to me him whose woman I will be."- May Day Eve-


Synopsis from wikipilipinas.org: May Day Eve is a story by Nick Joaquin set at the turn of the century. It tells lyrically of the relationship between a couple that revolves around a superstition that a person could see one's future husband or wife in a mirror on May Day Eve.

Hearing the story of the superstion from an old woman on May Day Eve a lovely young girl, Agueda, decides to test it despite the warning that she might see, instead of her future husband, the devil. She peers in a mirror in a darkened room and sees the reflection of a young man--the drunken Badoy Montiya. Badly startled and embarrassed, she lashes out at him. Montiya is at once furious and fascinated with her.

The couple, after their marriage, each remember the incident at different stages in their lives as they find their daughter and their grandson also peering into mirrors. The grandson's attempt at the ritual using the same mirror Agueda peered in shows how enduring the superstition was, more enduring than Montiya's love and the couple's difficult relationship.


I've always been fascinated by this Nick Joaquin Short story. The Devil in the May Day Eve story was not the literal devil fleshed out from society's superstition but the Man that lovely, spirited Woman married. Going by the divorce rate in the industrialized countries, Mukha ngang tama si Nick Joaquin: The Devil does exist- and those divorced women, like Agueda in the story, married him.

I always associate this story with the play NO EXIT. ang sabi don, hell exists, and "HELL IS OTHER PEOPLE" Hell is the rough and painful relationship a married couple has. Hell is the imprisoning bitterness you feel against another person you hate with all your being. Hell is the unrequited love you have for a lovely girl who doesn't see your face but only remembers the devil's mask when she thinks of you.

You and me, we can be other people's Hell and other people's Devil in this lifetime if we choose too.

Just a reminder. May Day Eve ngayon e.



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