Estrada announced his candidacy for presidential election. "This will be my last performance of my life and i will not fail you", he said. His running mate is Makati mayor Jejomar Binay.
I dont vote, i dont give a crap about politics, and im not alone. This is a typical mentality of Filipino younger generation, who are fed up of these political circus that we have. Corruption and cronyism are so rampant now that any attempt to find a solution is as futile as going into the mind of the engineers of Loboc bridge to understand what the fuck are they thinking, or solving the puzzling Catalan's Mersenne conjecture in mathematics. Impossible.
I thought Noynoy Aquino can change all this. He doesnt need cronies to win. He doesnt need to grant promises to his political allies for position upgrade once he will be the president. In fact, he doesnt need them to win at all. He is not connected to any gambling figures in the country. And he is no way, not in his position to tarnish the Aquino legacy. Morally wise, Noynoy is the perfect guy for this country. His only weakness is that he is not transparent about his political agenda. What are his view on the current economy, about insurgency and almost uninhabitable places in Mindanao. His view on the growing population in the country and the Catholic church persistent disapproval of any family planning programs by the government. Noynoy is too good for a guy to take massive and risky decisions. He has no past reference for us to scale him. He is too catholic to oppose the church.
Estrada is the perfect contrast to Noynoy. Though the former (Estrada) does not merit trust and his ethics questionable, he has what it takes to implement what Noynoy is not capable of. His portfolio includes crushing Mindanao's MNLF camp where none of the past president dared to. He might be the only presidential candidate who can oppose the church. He has the ace in economic reforms, named Jejomar Binay.
The former president deserves a second chance. He has a strong quality to be a leader and he has surely learned from his past mistakes.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Rodent analogy
Here is a scenario: A rat was in someone's front door. That rodent should expect not a warm welcome nor an offer of a bit of cheddar cheese, but a bruising and a meter high aerial trip when that someone's foot smash right in the face of that poor thing. Was the cruelty justifiable when all the rat did was only..well..being idiotically there? Arguments would be, rats are dirty, they carry diseases, they feed on trash. Yes they feed on trash because rodent's role in the food chain is decomposition. Not much with the disease. Remember the black plague was not rat's disease, but fleas. Consider a raccoon was standing in that door instead, or a chipmunk, we dont have that in Bohol, but just what-ifs for fuck sake. They wont surely receive such aggression but a cuddle and nice flattering words like "cutie cutie". C'mon, why the difference in approach when they're as much as what a rat is? Raccoon and chipmunks are rodents too. There is just something in rats that makes human hate them. Well maybe, because they are what they are, a rat.
A good analogy to that rat is human behavior. Sometimes you just hate someone else without even knowing why.
A good analogy to that rat is human behavior. Sometimes you just hate someone else without even knowing why.
christmas party with friends
Fun times started with a little argument between a recent winner on various local amateur poker houses, Mouseboy, who pocketed at least 1k with the recent win streak, and Maggot who just received a nice Christmas gift gadget and some cash. The verbal spat between the two stemmed from the squabble of whom will pay an extra cash to treat me for a Mang Inasal chicken dinner. I was there because I will fetched them a ride to Lantaka's residence. The argument bores no fruitful result, instead they ended up agreeing on buying Pedro's lechon manok. So we traveled westward into plaza Marcela. But alas! Their disagreement scene in Mang Inasal place consumed precious minutes and when we arrived at Pedro's manokan, we were greeted with a placard of "sorry we're close". We concluded the trip with a cold spaghetti dinner in Maggot's residence.
Cutting the scene short, we arrived at JC's house, but it was no house. It was a compound for heaven's sake. Inside, there were some surprises that awaits us. Genetically modified dogs greeted us with a suspecting look, cooks with no degree in any culinary skills were seen tossing spices on the pan and frying vegetables on a heated kwok and some were playing chess with one player named BJ pawned another player, Paplix, in a cheesy 4-moves fashion. The compound is big, well-lit and there is a basketball rim near the gate. Sheezo wanted to showcase his basketball prowess. We made a two 3-man team. Bet 20 pesos each. Densyo, Maggot and Mousboy in one team against Luwed, BJ and Sheezo. Early round gives a hint that it will be a physical play. With the ball firmly grasp in Luwed's hands, Mouseboy, and in no way resembles his nickname "mouse", charged Luwed like a bull, floating in the air with his knee resembling the horn, hit the left thigh of the ball-er which made him limped throughout the entire game. Sheezo's team was no matched for Densyo's team. Maggot's long limbs dismantles any attempt of Sheezo's Burgos-style layup. While Mouseboy's knees were a constant threat, there was Maggot's elongated nails and the genetically modified dogs' stools littered all over the court. Densyo's team won and they collected the easy cash prize.
We went back to the kitchen. JC got his camera then took some pictures. We tasted some of the food that were already cooked. The shanghai lumpia was okay, but not that good, because there is an after-taste of a fried egg, maybe the oil was re-used. The stuffed egg, which were made by boiling the egg then removing the skin and the egg yolk, replacing it with a spiced ground meat sprinkled with some flour, then deep fried. The stuffed egg idea was quite complicated and does not taste special. With the cost, I rather replaced it with a simple "bola bola".
With a little chit chat, some chess play, we didn't noticed that it was already 3 in the morning. We bade farewells and "see you tomorrow" goodbyes. Then at exactly 3:35 in the morning, at that same place, in that big compound located in upper Mansasa 5 meters away from former Mayor Rocha residence, something unexpected happened.
Cutting the scene short, we arrived at JC's house, but it was no house. It was a compound for heaven's sake. Inside, there were some surprises that awaits us. Genetically modified dogs greeted us with a suspecting look, cooks with no degree in any culinary skills were seen tossing spices on the pan and frying vegetables on a heated kwok and some were playing chess with one player named BJ pawned another player, Paplix, in a cheesy 4-moves fashion. The compound is big, well-lit and there is a basketball rim near the gate. Sheezo wanted to showcase his basketball prowess. We made a two 3-man team. Bet 20 pesos each. Densyo, Maggot and Mousboy in one team against Luwed, BJ and Sheezo. Early round gives a hint that it will be a physical play. With the ball firmly grasp in Luwed's hands, Mouseboy, and in no way resembles his nickname "mouse", charged Luwed like a bull, floating in the air with his knee resembling the horn, hit the left thigh of the ball-er which made him limped throughout the entire game. Sheezo's team was no matched for Densyo's team. Maggot's long limbs dismantles any attempt of Sheezo's Burgos-style layup. While Mouseboy's knees were a constant threat, there was Maggot's elongated nails and the genetically modified dogs' stools littered all over the court. Densyo's team won and they collected the easy cash prize.
We went back to the kitchen. JC got his camera then took some pictures. We tasted some of the food that were already cooked. The shanghai lumpia was okay, but not that good, because there is an after-taste of a fried egg, maybe the oil was re-used. The stuffed egg, which were made by boiling the egg then removing the skin and the egg yolk, replacing it with a spiced ground meat sprinkled with some flour, then deep fried. The stuffed egg idea was quite complicated and does not taste special. With the cost, I rather replaced it with a simple "bola bola".
With a little chit chat, some chess play, we didn't noticed that it was already 3 in the morning. We bade farewells and "see you tomorrow" goodbyes. Then at exactly 3:35 in the morning, at that same place, in that big compound located in upper Mansasa 5 meters away from former Mayor Rocha residence, something unexpected happened.
Friday, February 29, 2008
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