Archive for April, 2008

Love in a Time of Extreme Annoyance

Love in a Time of Extreme Annoyance

I was listening to some performances of Shooter Jennings, but “Electric Rodeo” is not the Video of the Week.  I personally would nominate “Sweet Soul Revue” by Pizzicato 5, but I opted against it considering last week’s video, which was “Saigo No Iiwake.”

The inspiration for the Video of the Week is a conversation with an old friend: among the many love songs out there, what song are you guilty of listening to that is completely off your personality?  Oh boy.

So it’s not “Perfect” by Alanis Morissette, “Crash Into Me” by The Dave Matthews Band, nor is it “Wonderwall” by Oasis.  Not “Linger” by The Cranberries, and certainly not “Wonderful Tonight” by Eric Clapton.

To a probable stalker, the Video of the Week is useful Marocharim trivia.  Just what love song can make this cold-hearted jerk with arteries of stone and ventricles of concrete weep with the passion of a Gabriel Garcia Marquez protagonist?

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You may now descend into meaningless, inconsiderate, ego-deflating laughter.  Yes, the original soundtrack to “The Lake House” is the song that never fails to make me cry.

“This Never Happened Before” is the kind of song that I would like played on my completely hypothetical, theoretical wedding (I had to emphasize that).  After all, a lot of possible ocassions can call for my rather weird interpretations of songs.  Consider the following examples:

  • On my funeral: “Staying Alive” by The Bee Gees.  Everyone should wear tight bell-bottomed polyester pants, and two dancers should do the scene from “Dirty Dancing” right on top of my mirror-encrusted neon-lighted coffin.

  • On the day of my daughter’s wedding: “Bitch” by Meredith Brooks.  I am very certain that my daughter will be a sexy lesbian dominatrix in leather and lace.

  • On the day of my son’s wedding: Those country guitar twangs from “Brokeback Mountain.”  I am sure that my gay son will be asking for a honeymoon with his husband and ask me for two horses, a tent, and a big flock of sheep.

It’s not like I’m Keanu Reeves material (though I can imitate his voice), but I am very certain that you have to agree with me: this is one pretty nice song.  But my appreciation for this song is offset if I translate it into Filipino, since it sounds like it could be the next (oh boy) Willie Revillame hit.

I won’t go that far.

April 19, 2008 0 comments Read More
Faster, Marocharim, Kill, Kill!

Faster, Marocharim, Kill, Kill!

On blogging news: you can catch me every weekend at FilipinoVoices.com, a collaborative blog about Philippine politics, news, and social commentary.  I am joined by Nick Tingog, Lester Cavestany, The Jester-In-Exile, Manuel Buencamino, Rom Sedona, and many other bloggers.  Please link to the site, and please visit the site frequently.   It’s a labor of love of country.

The Big Question for friends and family: am I risking the possibility of actually getting shot for having strong words to say about The Government?

Hmmm… it is tempting to say “I don’t,” but I am kind of getting a bit paranoid with the “accidental exposure” from Thursday’s incident.  I have not gotten into trouble – yet – but I must be very quick to point out than in a 13-year writing odyssey, I have gotten into a lot of trouble.  My still-standing feud with a few people in the college paper is the stuff that they’ll probably exchange during bull sessions in the future.  I won’t be a teary-eyed Jun Lozada, but I will say that it’s often worth taking a risk for your country… sans the sponsored Masses and the tours and the speaking engagements.

So if ever I get shot or arrested, you now know why.

April 18, 2008 0 comments Read More
“Hinanakit”

“Hinanakit”

Before anything else, I would like to thank Mr. Manuel Quezon III for quoting my blog entry, “Resistance, Now,” in his column in today’s issue of the Philippine Daily Inquirer.  I am both honored and humbled that my little call for resistance has been picked up by one of the eminent critics, historians, and bloggers of our time.  Thank you, MLQ3.

More of MLQ3′s thoughts in his latest entry.

All this talk of “resistance” and “justice” has also been picked up back home, and suffice to say, I have been getting mixed reactions.  My family, friends, and loved ones are expressing concern that I may have gotten myself in a little bit of trouble.  I console myself in thinking that I am not worth the plastic twist-ties The Government will handcuff me with if ever they think I’m worthy of time in jail.  After all, I’m not exactly a Jonas Burgos, a Sherilyn Cadapan, or a Karen Empeño.

Prudence and tact are not my strongest suits.  I know that any other blogger out there could put whatever I think of The Government in a nicer, more diplomatic way.  In three years, I have had nothing nice to say about This Government, and come 2010, I probably will still be at a loss for words.  I’m sure that if The President is reading today’s paper, or as luck would have it she may be reading what I have to write right now, she probably would feel the same way.  I don’t know The President, The President does not know me, and let’s leave it at that; it’s not like we’ll meet each other one day and drink some Quickly shakes at a bench in SM Megamall talking about life.

The term “hinanakit” - grudge – lends itself well.  Over the years, many people have asked me: “What exactly do you have against The Government that you’re trying to bring It down?”  I could rant about it again: questions of legitimacy, a moral and political ascendancy to govern, the prevalence of hunger, systemic corruption, widespread poverty, and so on.  These are legitimate reasons why I have every hinanakit against This Government.  The expected retort: “Let the rule of law take its course.”

And you’re telling me that I’m liable to get shot for what I’m doing?

Rule of law, huh?  To be honest, there are some things about the rule of law that I myself cannot understand, but there are definitely things about the rule of law that I cannot stand for.  Take Sec. Romulo Neri: the rule of law has upheld executive privilege, so all investigations on the NBN-ZTE deal has stopped.  The rule of law, in this case, has taken its course.  The rule of law has forgiven Erap, and the rule of law has forgotten the “Hello Garci” scandal.  The rule of law is also responsible for allowing public funds to be used for the completely lawful practice of Congressman So-and-So to rename a school building Don Such-and-Such Memorial High School, all the while forgetting that there’s a village out there whose only road needs a paving.

The rule of law, to echo a thought by Mr. Quezon, does not automatically make things right.  We are surrounded by every kind of wrong that there is courtesy of The Government’s inactions and inadequacies.  All of these things – including the rule of law – should contribute to the growing hinanakit that we (I hope) have against The Government.  Hinanakit is sufficient reason to engage in resistance.  The biggest hinanakit of them all is right on our dinner tables, or to be more accurate, what is not on our dinner tables.  We’ve all been denied the rule of law before, and now we have been denied the rule of rice?

The other day, I overheard a couple talk about how bad times are that they’d rather be shot than queue up on the NFA delivery trucks for nothing for another day.  Now that’s a hinanakit: yet another perfectly good reason for resistance.

April 17, 2008 1 comment Read More
No Excuses

No Excuses

This week’s video comes not from Alice in Chains, who did sing “No Excuses.”  Nor is it the I-wear-eyeliner-and-slash-my-wrists-emo bullshit that I don’t listen to (even if the key is to annoy myself enough at work to actually do some work).  Here it goes… my random thoughts after the video.

Yes, Hideaki Tokunaga’s “Saigo No Iiwake” (roughly translated: “Last Excuse”) is the Video of the Week.  You may remember certain renditions and reprises of this classic Japanese hit, like that of 1990s Filipino balladeer Ted Ito, 1990s pop icon Jocelyn Enriquez, and Keempee de Leon (way before he became a popular noontime show host where chismosa housewives of the “Kapamilya” camp constantly question his sexual orientation).

If my memory serves me right, “Saigo No Iiwake” is the audition piece of many Filipino entertainers auditioning for a job in Japan (the derogatory term is, of course, “Japayuki”).  I don’t mean to make this come across as an insult, but I think nobody would dispute seeing provocatively dressed women singing this in a Japanese recruitment agency or at a nightclub.  Or that no philandering nightclub patron would ever dispute the fact that even in sobriety, the only word they can sing confidently is “Ichiban.”  For us kids, this song was in the finale of that classic TV hit, Maskman.

Had I been a singer, here’s my reprise:

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Now that you have gone, I don’t know what to say
What do I do, now that you’ve gone away
A love that I betrayed
What would I need to do to make you stay?

I hold my head up high while I walk in the rain
Hiding my tears, but it’s all in vain
I can’t stand the pain
What would I need to be in your arms again?

Everything I did, and everything I said
I can’t help but look back, though I should look ahead
Sorry for the things I ever said and done
It’s my last excuse, for you’re my only one

All that remains is just one picture of you
I remember all the things we used to do
The pain I can’t undo
Whatever happened to a love that’s so true?

Oh my love, I’m so sorry, for breaking your heart
A mistake I’ll regret, ‘coz it tore us apart
I can’t bear to watch and see you depart
My last excuse, you’re always in my heart

Everything I did, and everything I said
I can’t help but look back, though I should look ahead
Sorry for the things I ever said and done
It’s my last excuse, for you’re my only one

What happened to a love that was etched in stone
Oh my love, please don’t leave me, on my own…
If there’s one sin that I need to atone
It’s my last excuse, for leaving you alone.

April 12, 2008 4 comments Read More
Back and Forward

Back and Forward

I was walking around the market awhile ago when all of a sudden, I got really sick to my stomach.  Not from my unhealthy diet of french fries and Chicken McNuggets (if you have only 15 minutes to eat, this is the way to go), but because the price of one measly kilo of rice has shot up to P45 for a decent variety.  Usually, I would explode in a bombastic tirade against the government for not giving the people enough.  It’s the former activist in me, the political scientist in me, the angry man in me.  These days, my seething anger has subsided, and I’ve fallen into a rather strange depressive state.

What am I going to do, anyway?  I want to change the world for the better, but reality sinks in fast.  I’m just one person.  I can’t even fix up my own messy life, and here I am looking for ways to change the world.  I often ask myself: how many people are actually willing to give up something for nothing?  Not a Jun Lozada, not a Gloria Arroyo, not a Gambala or a Maestrecampo.  Everything in this world is a cost-benefit ratio where the latter should always be greater than the cost.

And then I think of how many people I have given up on, how many opportunities I have passed up, just to get somewhere in my life.  Looking back, I knew I paid some hefty prices for little things and big things I have said and done.  Looking forward, I know there are still some things I have to pay for, because I cannot avoid doing some regrettable things.  The debts I have with Fate will rack up.

I guess that’s the whole point: Fate will deal you with a hand, and it’s up to you to make the best out of what you have.  Often, the ratio between costs and benefits will be positive towards the former.  I’m not scared; for the first time, I actually am looking forward and back at the same time.

April 11, 2008 0 comments Read More
You, Me, and Larusso

You, Me, and Larusso

If you’re in my Yahoo! Messenger list, you would be interested – perhaps even annoyed – at my status messages. I’ve been buzzed by a few workmates the other day when I posted lyrics to “You Were Mine” by the Dixie Chicks, and I posted a link to “Candy” by Mandy Moore, and them Ricky Martin videos. My worst status message so far has got to be a video link to Larusso’s “On Ne S’aimera Plus Jamais.”

For your benefit:

There is no shame in saying that anyone who has been in Grade Six in the year 2000 would have once danced to the tune of one of the greatest contributions of the Europeans to disco since ABBA.  Where our parents were figuring out how to dance “Fernando” in ballroom classes, our generation danced to this.  This was the music you’ll find in “disco revolution” cassette tapes sold alongside pirated eight-tracks of Cat Stevens classics, Jose Mari Chan’s Christmas songs, and the very best of Ketama.

Which basically means one thing: all the bravado of “187,” “rakenrol,” and “punks not dead” is rendered moot by Larusso:

  • That “gangsta” kid who wears his mother’s pantyhose on his head danced to this song in PE class.
  • That “emo” kid who wears eyeliner and slashes his wrists with Daddy’s used Gillette danced to this song in free-for-all hour at prom night.
  • That “rakenrol” kid who thinks that the best album Metallica ever made was “Saint Anger” once danced to this song during the town fiesta.

As for me, I danced to the tune of “On Ne S’aimera Plus Jamais” on the grade level Christmas party.  And there’s no shame in that.

April 7, 2008 2 comments Read More