GOODNESS.
Beyonce is such a composer. the sound is just way too catchy.
great lyricist she is too. whoever could write a line this- this- oh whatev:
"Don't you ever for a second get to thinking you're irreplaceable"
hear it first here, its complete so thank you to whoever owns the site:
irreplaceable
now read read:::
IRREPLACEABLE
To the left
To the left
To the left
To the left
To the left
To the left
Everything you own in the box to the left
In the closet that's my stuff - Yes
If I bought it nigga please don't touch
And keep talking that mess, that's fine
But could you walk and talk at the same time
And It's my mine name that is on that Jag
So remove your bags let me call you a cab
Standing in the front yard telling me
How I'm such a fool - Talking about
How I'll never ever find a man like you
You got me twisted
You must not know about me
You must not know about me
I could have another you in a minute
matter fact he'll be here in a minute - baby
You must not know about me
You must not know about me
I can have another you by tomorrow
So don't you ever for a second get to thinking you're irreplaceable
So go ahead and get gone
And call up on that chick and see if she is home
Oops, I bet ya thought that I didn't know
What did you think I was putting you out for?
Cause you was untrue
Rolling her around in the car that I bought you
Baby you dropped them keys hurry up before your taxi leaves
Standing in the front yard telling me
How I am such a fool - Talking about
How I'll never ever find a man like you
You got me twisted
You must not know about me
You must not know about me
I could have another you in a minute
matter fact he'll be here in a minute - baby
[ these lyrics found on www.completealbumlyrics.com ]
You must not know about me
You must not know about me
I will have another you by tomorrow
So don't you ever for a second get to thinking you're irreplaceable
So since I’m not your everything
How about I'll be nothing
Nothing at all to you
Baby I wont shead a tear for you
I won't lose a wink of sleep
Cause the truth of the matter is
Replacing you is so easy
To the left
To the left
To the left
To the left
To the left
To the left
Everything you own in the box to the left
To the left
To the left
Don't you ever for a second get to thinking you're irreplaceable
You must not know about me
You must not know about me
I could have another you in a minute
matter fact he'll be be here in a minute - baby
You must not know about me
You must not know about me
I can have another you by tomorrow
Don't you ever for a second get to thinking you're irreplaceable
You must not know about me
You must not know about me
I could have another you in a minute
matter fact he'll be be here in a minute - baby
You must not know about me
You must not know about me
I can have another you by tomorrow
Don't you ever for a second get to thinking you're irreplaceable
i told ya nigga.
Monday, November 27, 2006
makin' out with cho
incoming!
kissing scene in the next potter movie!
check out the teaser:
harry potter and the order of the phoenix teaser
july 13 next summer!
kissing scene in the next potter movie!
check out the teaser:
harry potter and the order of the phoenix teaser
july 13 next summer!
holmes investigates the case of the missing test paper....oooh!
screaming.
a quirky story:
we had our first quiz in ITF (i forgot what them letters stand for heh heh. well bright minds dont pay much attention to trivialities anyway) the other friday. the teacher was a cool lady named Bermudez who was rather on the heavy side, but that just made her more fun (this is a compliment so dont go pointing a finger at me like you're some saint sweetheart). pretty much the boring stuff that happens in quizzes happened -- there was identification, enumeration, no copying your seatmate's answer-ation, a few groans from those who didnt know what ARPA stands for-ation, that sort of stuff. and then it was pencils up and pass towards the front-ation. see, the seating arrangement divided the class in two, left and right, which, for the professor, was handy cause she just switched the two piles of paper and made us check someone-from-the-other-side-of-the-room's paper.
alas, somebody complained that he wasnt given one to check. nobody though had two papers in their hands. Bermudez, good-natured as she was, suddenly crossed her brows, narrowed her eyes and turned something fierce the way a hippo- i mean a cat, does when it smelled something fishy. she made each one of us stand up as our name was called, in the end locating the person whose paper was "missing". John Bronson(is that how it's spelled?) apparently didnt know where his paper had gone either but he was positive he turned it in. after a few more disbelieving clicks and suspecting stares from bermudez - not to mention some not uncalled jokes from classmates who found this all so amusing (me included) - she finally decided to just give Bronson a special quiz after class. talk about hassle.
my point, i'm pretty sure that Bermudez already knew what happened basing from the look she got while she inquired Bronson, we were probably thinking the same thing. it was just a matter of evidence. it isnt really that hard to figure out, i mean, why would somebody from an international class(meaning from different majors) hide a test paper of someone they werent exactly acquainted to? Bronson definitely looked alone and friendless from my vantage point so im assuming nobody that sat acroos him from the room can be considered an acquaintance. now unless some supernatural force wanted some amusement of its own (yes, i can be that cynic sometimes), jury says "guilty."
a quirky story:
we had our first quiz in ITF (i forgot what them letters stand for heh heh. well bright minds dont pay much attention to trivialities anyway) the other friday. the teacher was a cool lady named Bermudez who was rather on the heavy side, but that just made her more fun (this is a compliment so dont go pointing a finger at me like you're some saint sweetheart). pretty much the boring stuff that happens in quizzes happened -- there was identification, enumeration, no copying your seatmate's answer-ation, a few groans from those who didnt know what ARPA stands for-ation, that sort of stuff. and then it was pencils up and pass towards the front-ation. see, the seating arrangement divided the class in two, left and right, which, for the professor, was handy cause she just switched the two piles of paper and made us check someone-from-the-other-side-of-the-room's paper.
alas, somebody complained that he wasnt given one to check. nobody though had two papers in their hands. Bermudez, good-natured as she was, suddenly crossed her brows, narrowed her eyes and turned something fierce the way a hippo- i mean a cat, does when it smelled something fishy. she made each one of us stand up as our name was called, in the end locating the person whose paper was "missing". John Bronson(is that how it's spelled?) apparently didnt know where his paper had gone either but he was positive he turned it in. after a few more disbelieving clicks and suspecting stares from bermudez - not to mention some not uncalled jokes from classmates who found this all so amusing (me included) - she finally decided to just give Bronson a special quiz after class. talk about hassle.
my point, i'm pretty sure that Bermudez already knew what happened basing from the look she got while she inquired Bronson, we were probably thinking the same thing. it was just a matter of evidence. it isnt really that hard to figure out, i mean, why would somebody from an international class(meaning from different majors) hide a test paper of someone they werent exactly acquainted to? Bronson definitely looked alone and friendless from my vantage point so im assuming nobody that sat acroos him from the room can be considered an acquaintance. now unless some supernatural force wanted some amusement of its own (yes, i can be that cynic sometimes), jury says "guilty."
Thursday, November 23, 2006
fuck thy school system
C R A P. Loads of crap.
i started writing this post yestaday in my Computer Programming class while our teacher, for reasons he alone knew, sulked at the teacher's table showing no apparent awareness to the few good souls who cared enough to attend his 7:30:00 am laboratory class. and so there i was, flooding the keyboard with all the creative juices i could squeeze out of my amazing brain so early in the morning when at 7:56:04, the teacher told us that we would be transferring to CL11, another laboratory way up in the third floor (we were in the ground floor). ok. no biggie. i could always save what i was doing as a draft and continue it after about 65 steps in the stairs. i could do that.
and so imagine my
surprise-
shock-
astonishment-
disbelief-
anger-
trust the school system to fuck with my personal doings in life!!!!!!!
anyway, in a much calmer note, please, my post:
its a new day but it feels old(?)
this is my first time to actually post something in here this early in the am. if, that is, you could still call 8 o'clock early. wtf, for me it is. i've been having hell for breakfast last semester because my first class was 7 in the friggin morning; can you imagine the ever annoying sound of an alarm clock (which btw looks like it came from from two centuries ahead of me) wake you up at 6-O-fuckin-5 in the morning straight for five days a week??? not to mention the blasted alarm clock did its weird tut-tut for two long minutes as if making sure that whoever has to wekkup at 6-0-fuckin-5 MUST wekkup at 6-0-fuckin-5 and not at any other nanosecond after?? indeed, my alarm clock was asking for trouble...
flash forward to this semester, to the now, to the right now. and oh the suffering continues. you could say that i enjoy school breaks so much that i almost always enroll late in the semester after it. maybe a little too late? because after enduring the worst ever process of enrollment this sem --- what with the friggin control numbers that i had to acquire from every friggin department --- i still
i dont wanna continue it nemore!
sucks big time!
i started writing this post yestaday in my Computer Programming class while our teacher, for reasons he alone knew, sulked at the teacher's table showing no apparent awareness to the few good souls who cared enough to attend his 7:30:00 am laboratory class. and so there i was, flooding the keyboard with all the creative juices i could squeeze out of my amazing brain so early in the morning when at 7:56:04, the teacher told us that we would be transferring to CL11, another laboratory way up in the third floor (we were in the ground floor). ok. no biggie. i could always save what i was doing as a draft and continue it after about 65 steps in the stairs. i could do that.
and so imagine my
surprise-
shock-
astonishment-
disbelief-
anger-
blind rage-
$%*&^@!!!
when i found that there was no friggin internet friggin connection in the friggin computer friggin laboratory! God, i spent the remaining hour hitting bombs in minesweeper!!!trust the school system to fuck with my personal doings in life!!!!!!!
anyway, in a much calmer note, please, my post:
its a new day but it feels old(?)
this is my first time to actually post something in here this early in the am. if, that is, you could still call 8 o'clock early. wtf, for me it is. i've been having hell for breakfast last semester because my first class was 7 in the friggin morning; can you imagine the ever annoying sound of an alarm clock (which btw looks like it came from from two centuries ahead of me) wake you up at 6-O-fuckin-5 in the morning straight for five days a week??? not to mention the blasted alarm clock did its weird tut-tut for two long minutes as if making sure that whoever has to wekkup at 6-0-fuckin-5 MUST wekkup at 6-0-fuckin-5 and not at any other nanosecond after?? indeed, my alarm clock was asking for trouble...
flash forward to this semester, to the now, to the right now. and oh the suffering continues. you could say that i enjoy school breaks so much that i almost always enroll late in the semester after it. maybe a little too late? because after enduring the worst ever process of enrollment this sem --- what with the friggin control numbers that i had to acquire from every friggin department --- i still
i dont wanna continue it nemore!
sucks big time!
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
ramblings of a maniac.
hey guys
! ---pardon me. i'm plainly assuming here that somebody actually reads stuff in my blog. thank you very much.---i just thought my blog needed some refreshment in the looks department since it's starting to look crowdy and all. anyway, i am so bored and i really should be in class right now but i'm not and i really don't wanna take no more shit from my professor who btw is pregnant so help me god, that is, if i even believe in god, i don't innocently push her from the stairs landing or hide and wait for her to walk by in a deserted corridor and unintentionally spray puddles of my iced tea on the floor or- or- or just make her explode with piper's powers right after i borrowed them from her! and so i'm here talking shit and hoping nobody who is able to figure this out won't come running to her and scream terrorist or judas or son of the devil pointing their filthy fingers at me.... hey! i'm doing some serious acting here so bear with me!
OMG. i'm being the most self-centered ass here and just over there a lady is crying because somebody took her phone and wallet without her knowing... aw.. i would've been sad for her if i didn't think she was a moron. you don't cry over something you lost when you lost it over your imbecilic stupidity. pathetic. and she's even bothering everyone blaming the guys who own the shop and taking rounds to check everyone's bags! great. now all will know about the homemade pillbox i brought with the sole purpose of bombing my pregnant teacher who humiliated my bare ass under the peircing and sickening and cruel and-and-and bitching stares of evryone! go ahead! do that Voldemort laugh you all love!!!!
and finally: thanks for wasting time. and let's all pray for world peace! HUGAS KAMAY!
Monday, November 20, 2006
Unbreakable Cheerleader
it begins as a single individual, seemingly ordinary - except they're not.
HEROES at NBC is a knocker! watch claire bennet walk thru FIRE here:
http://www.ifilm.com/video/2764330
HEROES at NBC is a knocker! watch claire bennet walk thru FIRE here:
http://www.ifilm.com/video/2764330
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
take me to mars
addicting, innit? just finished the second season and im absolutely craving for more!
Veronica Mars. Life's tough. She's tougher.
The streets and corridors are dark in Neptune, whatever the time of day. It's a darkness of spirit, of lies, of secrets, of jealousies, and of murder. And that's just high school.
Veronica Mars is a shining light in the oppressive endless night of Neptune. With her father, Keith, she seeks truths that others hide, justice that others evade, and equality that others stifle with money and power.
Okay. Enough with the hyperbole. Veronica Mars is no superhero. She's painfully human, with all the foibles mankind is heir to. She makes mistakes, she jumps to conclusions, and she can be viciously single-minded in her efforts to get answers to the mysteries in her life. But she's sharp, she's sassy, she's snarky, she's pretty in pink (and red satin), and she has a mean taser (not to mention the adorable Backup). She'll crack the conundrums, explain the enigmas, resolve the riddles, solve the stumpers, and work out the whodunits that weave their paths through the town. A dialogue that dazzles, delivered by a cast that sparkles, makes Veronica Mars one of the best shows on television...ever.
~~~~~from MARS INVESTIGATIONS, The (In)Complete Guide to VERONICA MARS
Veronica Mars. Life's tough. She's tougher.
The streets and corridors are dark in Neptune, whatever the time of day. It's a darkness of spirit, of lies, of secrets, of jealousies, and of murder. And that's just high school.
Veronica Mars is a shining light in the oppressive endless night of Neptune. With her father, Keith, she seeks truths that others hide, justice that others evade, and equality that others stifle with money and power.
Okay. Enough with the hyperbole. Veronica Mars is no superhero. She's painfully human, with all the foibles mankind is heir to. She makes mistakes, she jumps to conclusions, and she can be viciously single-minded in her efforts to get answers to the mysteries in her life. But she's sharp, she's sassy, she's snarky, she's pretty in pink (and red satin), and she has a mean taser (not to mention the adorable Backup). She'll crack the conundrums, explain the enigmas, resolve the riddles, solve the stumpers, and work out the whodunits that weave their paths through the town. A dialogue that dazzles, delivered by a cast that sparkles, makes Veronica Mars one of the best shows on television...ever.
~~~~~from MARS INVESTIGATIONS, The (In)Complete Guide to VERONICA MARS
Monday, September 18, 2006
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
taralets
strangely, i have this heavy case of lss of "tara lets, tara tara tara lets, hindi ka na mabibigo-o-o-o". more strange, i've been singing only that part because it is the only part of the song i am familiar with. most strange is... i dont seem to be getting sick of it considering i've about sung the same irritatingly catchy line a googol times since i heard it at 6:48 this morning on my way to school.
well, since we are on the topic, let me catch you up with some of the recent songs i like:::
: the rescue by american hi-fi
: who knew by pink
: mr. president again by pink
: nakapagtataka the spongecola cover of the apo original
: blind by lifehouse(although this one aint exactly recent)
at syempre pa
: taralets by imago
yay!
well, since we are on the topic, let me catch you up with some of the recent songs i like:::
: the rescue by american hi-fi
: who knew by pink
: mr. president again by pink
: nakapagtataka the spongecola cover of the apo original
: blind by lifehouse(although this one aint exactly recent)
at syempre pa
: taralets by imago
yay!
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Monday, September 04, 2006
pink plus indigo?
dont worry fellas, this aint the ridiculous green plus green money trick again.
so what do we get when we mix pink and indigo? well since the lady with not-so-pink-anymore hair and the duo that named themselves the color between blue and violet (now dont ask why someone would pick a silly name as such!) bring this piece to life, i guess we can say that the colors' summation would be something that resembles -tada!- a shade of maroon(?). that or whatever color fills you if you hear this one. its quite nice.. very fitting.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(PINK FEAT. INDIGO GIRLS)
Dear Mr. President
Come take a walk with me
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly
What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep
What do you feel when you look in the mirror
Are you proud
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why
Dear Mr. President
Were you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
How can you say
No child is left behind
We're not dumb and we're not blind
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell
What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye
Let me tell you bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh
How do you sleep at night
How do you walk with your head held high
Dear Mr. President
You'd never take a walk with me
Would you
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
mull it over. i hope we all live.
so what do we get when we mix pink and indigo? well since the lady with not-so-pink-anymore hair and the duo that named themselves the color between blue and violet (now dont ask why someone would pick a silly name as such!) bring this piece to life, i guess we can say that the colors' summation would be something that resembles -tada!- a shade of maroon(?). that or whatever color fills you if you hear this one. its quite nice.. very fitting.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dear Mr. President
(PINK FEAT. INDIGO GIRLS)
Dear Mr. President
Come take a walk with me
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly
What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep
What do you feel when you look in the mirror
Are you proud
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why
Dear Mr. President
Were you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
How can you say
No child is left behind
We're not dumb and we're not blind
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell
What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye
Let me tell you bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh
How do you sleep at night
How do you walk with your head held high
Dear Mr. President
You'd never take a walk with me
Would you
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
mull it over. i hope we all live.
Friday, August 25, 2006
trust me, she ain't one of those veronicas
VERONICA MARS
(logan, mr.mars, veronica & wallace)
rocks!
here is another tv series i really like! those who like mysteries and detective shits should be caught up... its really nice.... i love the plot and the twists... plus it is another gorgeous babe fronting the show so total sell-out dont you think? hehe..
etcetera::: Do you recognize Keith Mars?? yeah! he's the weird and extremely touchy not to mention bald Elliot of Just Shoot Me!! i sooo enjoyed that show. wonder why they didnt create another season...
Thursday, August 24, 2006
hear hear
hey! i just thought: wala tayo litrato!! enway,
MO
BOBBIE
RACHEL
JACKY
SHANE
CHRISSIE
thanks for showing up yesterday!
youre all good man!
salamat!!!
MO
BOBBIE
RACHEL
JACKY
SHANE
CHRISSIE
thanks for showing up yesterday!
youre all good man!
salamat!!!
am i a great liar or what?
check out my reaction paper for a subject that required us to attend a symposium, ehem, a 150Phpeso-registration-fee(god, where did all my lunch money gO???)-for-supposedly-4-hours-but-really-only-took-less-than-2-because-one-of-the-three-speakers-didn't-bother-showing-up symposium inclusive of stale & pasty carbonara and a bottle of an anti-oxidant of an upper people fondly call C2. e-yuch. pardon.
and now be entertained:
For the record, I’m all out for any changes that ought to be taken in order to rid the Philippines of the crises dragging us into more wars, an impossibly jam-packed below the line poverty level, and, oh, total deterioration from within. So is it any wonder that I’m positively saying NO to Charter Change? Not really.
I’m not sure exactly but I think I’ve been hearing about Cha-Cha since the first year of my high school, when Estrada’s presidency wasn’t yet slugged with jueteng payolas and ghost bank accounts. But it’s only today that I see TV commercials and ads on print endorsing Cha-Cha. Why, I ask, has the government so suddenly became a desperate housewife concerning the matter? It seems the likes of Hon. Teddy Casino have quite the hypothesis bubbling up.
Part of the procedure of the shift from a presidential constitution into parliament as proposed by the administration is a 3-year transition period (2007–2010) wherein President Arroyo will simultaneously play head of state and head of government, with no election whatsoever. Being such, she acquires power not unlike Spiderman (with great power comes great responsibility? I just hope our president sees the same outlook). Like, for example, she has the ability of determining the prime minister’s role in all of this. Or, she can always dissolve the parliament – and, if she so desires, impose martial law. What an odd case of dé ja vu. So could this entire tangle really be a huge plot designed by Arroyo and allies to rationalize a planned overdue stay in position? Plausible. Possible. Probable?
And then there’s the matter of a unicameral legislature in a parliamentary constitution. It remains to be seen what real effect having only one house in a lawmaking body would have on our country. That is, unless the house majority comprises of the present administration’s supporters. A point stressed upon by Casino is the net worth of our leaders today. All senators are millionaires and only seven in congress aren’t. And in an era of recycled public officials, undoubtedly most of these affluent politicians will be part of the unicameral legislature. Hardly the genuine representatives of the Filipino people parliament supposedly has.
One of the commercials I saw promises better life for everyone. Or at least for the prospective OFWs, since it said they wouldn’t have to work abroad and risk abuse from an animal of an employer. How would they do that? Well, parliament opens up the country and transforms it into the ultimate public property. This implies that foreigners could anytime obtain land ownerships, access to the country’s natural resources, public utilities, mass media and schools. Not kosher. Although foreign investments could mean more jobs for the people, it also could mean the possible fatality of the local industry, considering the Filipino’s undeniable colonial mentality. So are we really solving the problem of our economy by letting products of foreign capital dominate our markets? Or is that the problem first and foremost?
The flaws are now piecing together to form this one great hole if we took the step towards parliamentary governance. Arroyo’s timing is bad, if not suspicious of conspiring to remain seated in her comfortable little Cleopatra couch – not to mention a looming threat of martial law all over again. The reduction of checks and balances is bliss for grafters and corruptors. Potential exploitation of our resources by foreigners in exchange of very unpromising profit (as if we don’t have enough local exploiters around). Can vote but can’t vote – people are just soaking up more incredulity with every little feat of the government, which certainly would lead to more rallies and upheavals. In short: more crises. Back to square one.
Change is good. But personally, I would want to wait for a better version of the Charter Change – if there is such a thing – in a more appropriate time – if there is such a time.
say "naks" everybody.
really, i wouldnt so much as mind if we took on a parliamentary constitution for a change. really, this sort of thing will happen AGAIN and people will AGAIN say the timing is not right. so when the heck will it ever be then? or people will AGAIN say that the president is plotting this evilmost plan of staying in and abusing more of his power. his next step would probably be to take over the world, wouldnt it? have we ever stoppped to consider that what we see is really actually simply just everything there is to it? dont get me wrong, GMA is still a bitch, but the proposal of cha cha is i think something worth a try with or without her.
now am i a great liar or what?
and now be entertained:
For the record, I’m all out for any changes that ought to be taken in order to rid the Philippines of the crises dragging us into more wars, an impossibly jam-packed below the line poverty level, and, oh, total deterioration from within. So is it any wonder that I’m positively saying NO to Charter Change? Not really.
I’m not sure exactly but I think I’ve been hearing about Cha-Cha since the first year of my high school, when Estrada’s presidency wasn’t yet slugged with jueteng payolas and ghost bank accounts. But it’s only today that I see TV commercials and ads on print endorsing Cha-Cha. Why, I ask, has the government so suddenly became a desperate housewife concerning the matter? It seems the likes of Hon. Teddy Casino have quite the hypothesis bubbling up.
Part of the procedure of the shift from a presidential constitution into parliament as proposed by the administration is a 3-year transition period (2007–2010) wherein President Arroyo will simultaneously play head of state and head of government, with no election whatsoever. Being such, she acquires power not unlike Spiderman (with great power comes great responsibility? I just hope our president sees the same outlook). Like, for example, she has the ability of determining the prime minister’s role in all of this. Or, she can always dissolve the parliament – and, if she so desires, impose martial law. What an odd case of dé ja vu. So could this entire tangle really be a huge plot designed by Arroyo and allies to rationalize a planned overdue stay in position? Plausible. Possible. Probable?
And then there’s the matter of a unicameral legislature in a parliamentary constitution. It remains to be seen what real effect having only one house in a lawmaking body would have on our country. That is, unless the house majority comprises of the present administration’s supporters. A point stressed upon by Casino is the net worth of our leaders today. All senators are millionaires and only seven in congress aren’t. And in an era of recycled public officials, undoubtedly most of these affluent politicians will be part of the unicameral legislature. Hardly the genuine representatives of the Filipino people parliament supposedly has.
One of the commercials I saw promises better life for everyone. Or at least for the prospective OFWs, since it said they wouldn’t have to work abroad and risk abuse from an animal of an employer. How would they do that? Well, parliament opens up the country and transforms it into the ultimate public property. This implies that foreigners could anytime obtain land ownerships, access to the country’s natural resources, public utilities, mass media and schools. Not kosher. Although foreign investments could mean more jobs for the people, it also could mean the possible fatality of the local industry, considering the Filipino’s undeniable colonial mentality. So are we really solving the problem of our economy by letting products of foreign capital dominate our markets? Or is that the problem first and foremost?
The flaws are now piecing together to form this one great hole if we took the step towards parliamentary governance. Arroyo’s timing is bad, if not suspicious of conspiring to remain seated in her comfortable little Cleopatra couch – not to mention a looming threat of martial law all over again. The reduction of checks and balances is bliss for grafters and corruptors. Potential exploitation of our resources by foreigners in exchange of very unpromising profit (as if we don’t have enough local exploiters around). Can vote but can’t vote – people are just soaking up more incredulity with every little feat of the government, which certainly would lead to more rallies and upheavals. In short: more crises. Back to square one.
Change is good. But personally, I would want to wait for a better version of the Charter Change – if there is such a thing – in a more appropriate time – if there is such a time.
say "naks" everybody.
really, i wouldnt so much as mind if we took on a parliamentary constitution for a change. really, this sort of thing will happen AGAIN and people will AGAIN say the timing is not right. so when the heck will it ever be then? or people will AGAIN say that the president is plotting this evilmost plan of staying in and abusing more of his power. his next step would probably be to take over the world, wouldnt it? have we ever stoppped to consider that what we see is really actually simply just everything there is to it? dont get me wrong, GMA is still a bitch, but the proposal of cha cha is i think something worth a try with or without her.
now am i a great liar or what?
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Thursday, August 03, 2006
shypods
i hit the mall the other month (yes, month. so why am i writing this only now? really..) to check out something someone relayed to me that got me all aroused. not PORN, silly boi --- iPod.
since our professor proved to be capable of being late, half our environmental science period was spent in chitchat, discussing mp3s, mp4s, and whatever portable music players are invading the market and the blackmarket nowadays. someone had their tongue unfortunately twisted to mention about "apple iPods or apple shuffles or shuffle iPOds or shypod apples" being recently displayed in mall windows with a glorious price tag singing Php1500. yeah, the iPod shuffle was finally available on the rack i fondly label
now, you ask, what with all the piqued interest and checking out for oneself, why after more than a month i still dont own one. actually, im asking muself the same question.
shocker.
since our professor proved to be capable of being late, half our environmental science period was spent in chitchat, discussing mp3s, mp4s, and whatever portable music players are invading the market and the blackmarket nowadays. someone had their tongue unfortunately twisted to mention about "apple iPods or apple shuffles or shuffle iPOds or shypod apples" being recently displayed in mall windows with a glorious price tag singing Php1500. yeah, the iPod shuffle was finally available on the rack i fondly label
affordables
.now, you ask, what with all the piqued interest and checking out for oneself, why after more than a month i still dont own one. actually, im asking muself the same question.
shocker.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
me loves ya maxx
waaaah. its like pourin outside and the fuckin picture is makin me tear up...
today is one nostalgic day. the weather seems to be in agreement.
i miss khristy big time.
shallow hal not
yeah well half of my plans came true. i did watch superman,, only it wasnt in any 8-storey theater. but at least it was in a normal one..
hullo to my date: MO! one helluva best friend...
bobbie described the story as pambata. i called it "simple but brilliant." what a verdict huh. i could be real shallow sometimes but the effects blew me off. you should also know that im not at all the type that goes for intelectual movies. well at least not all the time. i so looove "Harold and Kumar go to Whitecastle", hands down ecstatic comedy dudes!
i also like watching chicks kick ass and and still keep their poise like it was no sweat they just waged war against a 15-member gang, ya know "Charlie's Angels" -- its the ultimate epitome of astig in my opinion.
yeah, no matter how shallow, no matter how over the edge of reality it all seems. all for pure unadulterated - or not - entertainment.
hullo to my date: MO! one helluva best friend...
bobbie described the story as pambata. i called it "simple but brilliant." what a verdict huh. i could be real shallow sometimes but the effects blew me off. you should also know that im not at all the type that goes for intelectual movies. well at least not all the time. i so looove "Harold and Kumar go to Whitecastle", hands down ecstatic comedy dudes!
i also like watching chicks kick ass and and still keep their poise like it was no sweat they just waged war against a 15-member gang, ya know "Charlie's Angels" -- its the ultimate epitome of astig in my opinion.
yeah, no matter how shallow, no matter how over the edge of reality it all seems. all for pure unadulterated - or not - entertainment.
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
superman day today
yeah, and i really wanna watch it in mall of asia's newest hugest grandest I-MAX theater. what advertising huh?
im not sure if its true but ive heard somewhere that the screen is actually eight stories high. now where did i get that bit of info..since if you consider the height of the mall, isnt it preposterous, really, to fit something as huge as an eight-storey building in something approximately half the size?? ..or maybe i just heard mistakenly.
whatever.
the point is, its a whole new promising experience, ainnit? plus: its something to brag about to those who havent yet watched something on such screen. hehe..
about superman. someone from Kerygma(yeah, i read that thing believe it or not) quoted that Brandon Routh was/is(?) in Gilmore Girls. im not exactly a fan of the show but i have never never seen him anywhere there in the times that i did come across it on tv.. a fairly new actor(its my first time to hear his name), so his acting prowess is yet to be seen. i do hope he possesses some.
now Kate Bosworth is another isssue. ive seen her in Blue Crush, and on some movie, or tv shit, that eversince i learned she was going to be lois lane tried to recall but proved to be a futile attempt. anyway she was goood. and charming.
although the reason solely why i want to watch superman is because of the friggin trailer. im counting heavily on the special effects bacause of it. you know that part where superman was shot in the eye with the firearm merely inches away from his face and he didnt even blink(!)was -- astounding. astig. as in.
so whats left to do?! off to the cinemas pipol!
im not sure if its true but ive heard somewhere that the screen is actually eight
whatever.
the point is, its a whole new promising experience, ainnit? plus: its something to brag about to those who havent yet watched something on such screen. hehe..
about superman. someone from Kerygma(yeah, i read that thing believe it or not) quoted that Brandon Routh was/is(?) in Gilmore Girls. im not exactly a fan of the show but i have never never seen him anywhere there in the times that i did come across it on tv.. a fairly new actor(its my first time to hear his name), so his acting prowess is yet to be seen. i do hope he possesses some.
now Kate Bosworth is another isssue. ive seen her in Blue Crush, and on some movie, or tv shit, that eversince i learned she was going to be lois lane tried to recall but proved to be a futile attempt. anyway she was goood. and charming.
although the reason solely why i want to watch superman is because of the friggin trailer. im counting heavily on the special effects bacause of it. you know that part where superman was shot in the eye with the firearm merely inches away from his face and he didnt even blink(!)was -- astounding. astig. as in.
so whats left to do?! off to the cinemas pipol!
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