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After a series of surprise attacks at police and army camps in surrounding towns, the evil monsters got even closer. A member of a prominent family in Dipolog got kidnapped an hour ago. I wish nothing but his safety and swift return.


God bless to our families back home.

You can’t trample infidels when you are a tortoise…all you can do is give them a meaningful look.


Am I getting so shallow?  To be honest with you, I am scared to know the answer. I pick up a book once in a while. In fact, I finished three books last month. This month I read one and is reading one more. But this does not make me a wise person. The number of hours that I spend on books is miniscule compared to my hours playing computer games that involve killing zombies, collecting sunrises and feeding a monster candies. I do not sound so deep anymore, huh?

What I have to say is nothing to hear, really. So just read on to this article that will hopefully make us all aim for greatness, or humility at the least.

Before you go on, allow me just say I do not concede to everything that Father Jose has written, however all-knowing he may be. First of all, not all Hindus, not even majority of them, are brilliant. Same goes for Buddhists, not all of them become wise from all their help from their pasts. I do not envy the one without a God and the one with too many.

Secondly, I am undecided about what torments me more, seeing those incompetent monkeys running our government, or knowing and hearing about these talented scholars who refuse to take part in the administration because they feel not worthy of it. You say they are humble, I say they don’t have the balls.

Lastly, let us not mock our culture for a change. Leave Tinikling alone. The Tinikling and that Japanese dance number are beautiful in their own way. We have to be proud of our roots even when that means jumping up and down between bamboo poles for ten minutes. Do you know why our media remains mediocre? There are many reasons of course, but one of them is the lack of sense of pride. Not pagkamayabang, but the acknowledgement of our rich culture and colorful history and to believe and realize that we are a strong Filipino race.  This national pride is constantly being broadcasted in the media as part of the national campaign and propaganda, but deep inside, is that how we honestly feel? If we step out of the country or talk to foreigners, are we going to feel just as proud? Talking and walking are not the same. That is one important quality that the great Filipino men of the past possess that the new generations certainly don’t have–the faith in the greatness of the Filipino race. One only has to look at our recent television shows and Filipino films to see that we are so insecure of what we are. We worship anything that is imported. We look outside for inspiration, grab it, make it our own, then recycle or remake them again and again. It is so pathetic, it makes me cry.

I said too much. Damn. That happens every time I say “Okay, I’ll shut up.” All I really wanted to say is that we have to believe that we are great before we can do great things. All we need is within us. No need to look at the Buddhists, the Hindus, our growling Asian neighbors or the US newspapers. We are enough. We are unique. We are special. As a country, we are improving a lot. I am saying that with conviction.

Anyway, Father Sionil Jose, sir, thank you for sharing your knowledge with us. This essay is sincerely considered and appreciated by yours truly.

Pinoys are shallow, according to Father Sionil Jose:
We mistake knowledge for wisdom.
Politicians are so arrogant they accept positions beyond their competence.
There is nothing good to read in our major papers, which I believe reflects the majority of its readers.


Why we are shallow

HINDSIGHT By F Sionil Jose

I was visited by an old Asian friend who lived here 10 years ago. I was floored by his observation that though we have lots of talented people, as a whole, we continue to be shallow.

Recently, I was seated beside former Senator Letty Shahani, PhD in Comparative Literature from the Sorbonne, watching a medley of Asian dances. The stately and classical Japanese number with stylized movements which perhaps took years to master elicited what seemed to me grudging applause. Then, the Filipino tinikling which any one can learn in 10 minutes; after all that energetic jumping, an almost standing ovation. Letty turned to me and asked, “Why are we so shallow?”

Yes, indeed, and for how long?

This is a question which I have asked myself, which I hope all of us should ask ourselves every so often. Once we have answered it, then we will move on to a more elevated sensibility. And with this sensibility, we will then be able to deny the highest positions in government to those nincompoops who have nothing going for them except popularity, what an irresponsible and equally shallow media had created. As my foreign friend said, there is nothing to read in our major papers.

Again, why are we shallow?

There are so many reasons. One lies in our educational system which has diminished not just scholarship but excellence. There is less emphasis now on the humanities, in the study of the classics which enables us to have a broader grasp of our past and the philosophies of this past. I envy those Hindus and Buddhists who have in their religion philosophy and ancestor worship which build in the believer a continuity with the past, and that most important ingredient in the building of a nation — memory.

Sure, our Christian faith, too, has a philosophical tradition, particularly if we connect it to the ancient Greeks and Romans. Remember, the first Bible was in Greek. But Greek, Latin and the classics in these languages are no longer taught in our schools the way these are still studied in many universities in Europe.

We are shallow because we are mayabang, ego driven, and do not have the humility to understand that we are only human, much too human to mistake knowledge for wisdom. We can see this yabang in some of our public commentators, particularly on TV — the know-it-alls who think that because they have so much knowledge — available now on the Web at the click of a button — they can answer every question posed to them. What they do not realize is that knowledge is not wisdom. Until they recognize that important if sometimes awful difference, they will continue to bluster their way to the top at our expense because we, the people, will then have to suffer their arrogance and ignorance.

We are shallow because with this arrogance, we accept positions far beyond our competence. Because there is no critical tradition in this country — a tradition which will easily separate the chaff from the grain, we cannot recognize fakery from the real goods. That outstanding scholar, Wilfredo Villacorta, is a rare bird indeed; when offered a high position in government, he refused it because he knew he was not qualified for the job. Any other mayabang academic would have grabbed it although he knows he can’t handle it. And so it happens always — the nitwits who hold such high positions stubbornly hold on to their posts, bamboozling their subordinates who may be brighter than them for that is the only way those who are inferior feel they can have respect.

On the other hand, the intelligent person will be aware of his shortcomings. He does not hesitate to ask the opinion of those who know more than him on particular subjects. If he is a government hierarch, he will surround himself with advisers who he knows can supply him with guidance and background possessing as they do more knowledge, experience and wisdom than him. Such an official is bound to commit fewer mistakes because he knows himself.

We are shallow because we lack this most important knowledge — who we are and the limits to what we can do.

We also lack the perception, and the courage, for instance, to deny these religious quacks and the thousands who listen and believe in them. Sure, religion is the opium of the masses as Marx said. So then, how can we prevent the masa from taking this poison without recognizing their right to make fools of themselves? Again, shallowness because the good people are silent. Ubi boni tacent, malum prosperat. Where good men are silent, evil prospers.

This shallowness is the impediment to prosperity, to justice, and men of goodwill should emphasize this, take risks even in doing so. As the late Salvador P. Lopez said, “It is better to be silenced than to be silent.”

We are shallow because our media are so horribly shallow. Every morning, I peruse the papers and there is so little to read in them. It is the same with radio — all that noise, that artifice.

I turn on the TV on prime time and what do I get? Five juvenile commentators gushing over the amors of movie stars, who is shacking up with whom. One of the blabbering panelists I distinctly remember was caught cheating some years back at some movie award. How could she still be on TV after that moral destruct? And the telenovelas, how utterly asinine, bizarre, foolish, insipid moronic and mephitic they are! And there are so many talented writers in our vernaculars and in English as the Palanca Awards show every year — why aren’t they harnessed for TV? Those TV moguls have a stock answer — the ratings of these shows are very high. Popularity not quality is their final arbiter. They give our people garbage and they are now giving it back to all of us in kind! So I must not be blamed if, most of the time, I turn on BBC. Aljazeera, rather than the local TV channels. It is such a pleasure to read The New York Times, the San Jose Mercury News, the Washington Post, to listen to “Fresh Air” on US public radio and public TV where my ever-continuing thirst for knowledge (and good entertainment) is quenched.

We are shallow because we don’t read. I go to the hospital on occasion — the long corridor is filled with people staring into the cosmos. It is only I who have brought a book or a magazine. In Japanese cities, in Korea — in the buses and trains, young and old are reading, or if they are not holding books and magazines, they are glued to their iPhones where so much information is now available.

In these countries and in Western cities, the bookshops are still full, but not so much anymore because the new communications technologies are now available to their masa. How I wish my tiny bookshop or any Filipino bookshop for that matter would be filled with people. I’ll make an exception here: BookSale branches are always full because their books are very cheap. But I would still ask: what kind of books do Filipinos buy?

We are shallow because we have become enslaved by gross materialism, the glitter of gold and its equivalents, for which reason we think that only the material goods of this earth can satisfy us and we must therefore grab as much as can while we are able. Enjoy all these baubles that we have accumulated; sure, it is pleasurable to possess such artifacts that make living trouble free. And that old anodyne: “Man does not live by bread alone,” who are the thinking and stubborn few who believe in it?

I hope that those who read this piece still do.


Remembering 9/11 ten years later…

The terrorist attack during the 11th of September ten years ago had put drastic changes to rules of aviation around the world. After three thousand lives were lost in one fateful day, hopping on an airplane is never the same again.  An unguarded bag or a scruffy looking fellow will never fail to feed flashbacks of airline threat that has become more real than ever. They say time will help erase sad memories, but the 9/11 is one painful memory that will never be forgotten.

In memory of the pilots and flight attendants and a number of first responders on the ground who lost their lives in the 9/11 terrorist attack, let us put faces to these victims by visiting this website and let us offer a prayer.

“It’s better to burn out than fade away.”- Quoting Neil Young

The angels are always near to those who are grieving, to whisper to them that their loved ones are safe in the hand of God.  ~Quoted in The Angels’ Little Instruction Book by Eileen Elias Freeman, 1994


Life is…

Photo: Couldn’t decide which pair to wear, so I wore one of each.

Life is hard. It is good to be able to laugh at it. Just to share to you the most hilarious discussion about life that I have ever come across to. I feel him. This is how life should be. And we could all end up happy. No more tears and fears, just a very quick happy ending (No pun intended. LOL). If you are with me, raise your glasses and let’s drink to that!


“The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of time. What do you get at the end? A DEATH! What’s that, a bonus? I think the life cycle is all backwards. You should die first, get it out of the way. Then you live in an old age home. You get kicked out when you’re too young, you get a gold watch, you go to work. You work forty years until you’re young enough to enjoy your retirement. You do drugs, alcohol, you party, you get ready for high school. You go to grade school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities, you become a little baby, you go back inside the womb, then you spend you last nine months floating.

Then you finish off as an orgasm.”

George Carlin, American stand up comedian.





They seem to be always full of bull****. However they might come in different colors and sizes, looking all cute and smelling nice, they always end up exhausting all my energy with their bagful of lies. Of course, I lie also. We all do. But I lie to get out of a situation, leaving no one hurt. On the other hand, they lie to get into a situation, thus creating unimaginable collateral damage.

Am I asking too much? Maybe I should stop reading romantic novels so I can learn to accept that my dream man will forever remain in my dreams. Maybe not.

What do you think?


Teevee makes me sad.


I hooked up TFC (the Filipino Channel) and the Kapuso (GMA 7) channels lately in my TV in the hope of alleviating my homesickness. After five months of being away from the Philippines, I longed so much to watch Filipino movies and listen to the cheesiest lines that used to make me cringe five months ago. But as soon as I switched on the boob tube, news of the current political chaos in my beloved homeland greeted me.

I am not ignorant to these stuff. Being a political science baby of the University of the Philippines-Diliman, I breathe and eat politics. Surprisingly, I found myself significantly bothered with all the current political madness. I cannot help but compare the very ordered and unified Dubai to the perennialy chaotic and stagnant Philippines. It breaks my heart that I only have praises for the rulers of Dubai while I only have negative comments for all the Philippine presidents that have served me, starting from Marcos, Aquino, Ramos, Estrada, and down to Arroyo.

But I can still stomach all these disappointment. I am born to see my country and people with so much promise fall prey to the undeserving and money-hungry politicians. What I can never bear is the unbelievale hypocrisy when these politicos start to speak about fighting for truth and justice to the millions of Filipino tv viewers. Just this evening, Joseph Estrada, the ex- president who was ousted for graft and corruption, spoke against President Arroyo for being involved in large scale corruption and breaking the trust of the FIlipino people. Why would the media even give him the opportunity to air his pretentious opinions as if it was so significant? What gave him the right to have his voice heard throughout the land?The Philippines does not need selfish opinion from opportunistic TraPos. What the country needs are facts that could help clear issues and not make it more confusing. As usual, the Philippine media is more focused on creating drama than helping with the solution.

I am pretty sure this circus will never be over. If it will ever be, for sure it will not be soon. I do not care anymore. Besides, it is normal. In life, shit happens. Only in the case of my beloved homeland, it happens every fucking day.


Brand XX versus Brand XY

I came across an interesting poem in a male friend’s blog. It was not originally his but it was a classic summary that tries to explain briefly how far is planet Venus from planet Mars…especially when it comes down to l.o.v.e.


famous experiment of Dr. Pavlov


Before I lay me down to sleep,I pray for a man who’s not a creep,One who’s handsome, smart and strong.One who loves to listen long,One who thinks before he speaks,One who’ll call, not wait for weeks.I pray he’s gainfully employed,

When I spend his cash, won’t be annoyed.

Pulls out my chair and opens my door,

Massages my back and begs to do more.

Oh! Send me a man who’ll make love to my mind,

Knows what to answer to “how big is my behind?”

I pray that this man will love me to no end,

And always be my very best friend.


I pray for a deaf-mute nymphomaniac withhuge boobs who owns a bar on a golf courseand loves to send me fishing and hunting.This doesn’t rhyme and I don’t give a shit.

“The truth is, men are women are equally sexual. The former is simply less discreet than the latter when it comes to sex.” Was my reply to his blog. That was what I thought until yesterday when I went back to London. As I browsed through the magazines in a store, I found the latest issue of FHM (January 2008). I was totally surprised that I did not find even a single word of sex on the magazine cover! It was supposed to be a sex magazine for men! Its target market are horny men looking for sexually stimulating images, sex stories, sex tips and the like. Instead, other than the picture of a female in a sexy outfit, the magazine talks mostly about gadgets, men fashion, even science and sports!


On the otherhand, a latest issue of Cosmopolitan magazine had two sex-related topics on the cover, namely, Drive him wild! (seduction masterclass- have ANY man at your mercy) and (caught in the act) SEX confessions.


The question is–with all these tv shows, movies, books and paper articles emphasizing women sexuality, has the woman become the new man? My second question –is it a good thing that at this point in time, it seems okay that women talk about sex like men and women fuck like men? And for my even bigger question–when women do talk about sex and fuck like men, does the seemingly judgmental-like-usual society still look at them as respectable, intelligent, and civilized women as they do with men?

Basing on my keen observation, the answer is a BIG no. When Pamela Anderson fucked around with a lot of men, women call her bitch and men treat her like one. When THE Hugh Hefner fucked around with hundreds of women, women adore him, men envy him, plus he makes loads of money out of it. Ironic? I call it the twisted, undeserved privilege for having a penis.

Though I would never see myself fucking like men in the near or distant future (it is a personal choice, not a judgment), I still think it would be nicer when the time comes that respect for a woman would not be inversely proportional to the degree of her sexual promiscuity. What makes a woman should always be based on the sharpness of her brains and the pureness of her heart, and NEVER on the exclusivity of her cu*t. This is no longer about equal rights in the bedroom. This time, it is about the more important thing which is respect.