"She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere, 

So I looked around and I noticed there wasn't a chair."

Norwegian wood, Beatles 

HALU-HALONG SARAP

transport stike, rosario bridge, 2014

Ito ang halu-halong sarap na dinaranas ng mga pilipino araw-araw.

Halu-halong usok mula sa mga tambutso ng trak, jeep, taxi at private vehicles.

Nagtaas ang pasahe sa jeep, siyempre dahil nagtaas ang presyo ng langis. 

Sabi ng Bayan Muna dati, kinompute nila ang buong halaga ng langis sa Pilipiinas at napag alamang may sobrang bente pesos ang singil nito, sinabi nila ito sa kongreso, pero walang nangyare. 

Kung 45 pesos ang presyo ng langis ngayon at ibabawas ang bente pesos, magiging 23 pesos nalang ang presyo kada litro, malaking ginhawa sana iyon para sa mga mamamayan, lalo na sa mga commuters, siyempre sususnod na din magbabaan ang presyo ng kung anu-anong bilihin dahil karamihan naman ng goods ay nakatali din sa presyo ng langis. 

Hindi na rin magkukumahog ang ilang transport groups para makakuha ng dagdag singil sa presyo ng pamasahe, dahil sa totoo lang, isa itong halimbawa kung paano tayo pinaiikot at pinaglalaban-laban ng mga naghaharing uri, dahil sa pagtaas ng pasahe, kapwa manggagawa o nakabababang uri ang maapektuhan nito. 

Eh yung sa Bayan Muna, sa mga naghaharing uri nakatutok, gusto nilang bawasan ang presyo ng langis na siyang ugat ng problema, di tulad ng ibang transport groups, dagdagan ang singil sa pamasahe. Kung sanglibo na ang presyo ng langis kada litro, di mga 150 na ang pamasahe mula Rosario hanggang sa Medical City. Isipin mo yun, sa jeep, o wampipti wampipti lang, paki ayos lang po ang upo, upong wampipti lang.

Sabi naman ng iba, wala daw tayong kontrol sa pagtaas ng presyo ng langis dahil nakabatay ito sa pandaigdigang merkado, ito daw ang nagtatakda kung tataas o bababa ito. Weh? Siguro nga, pero ang tanong, saan ba tayo kumukuha ng langis, sino ba ang nagsusupply sa atin nito? Kung iba, bakit hindi tayo magdevelop ng sa atin? Dahil kinuha na nila yung sa atin at wala na tayong pang-ekonomiyang kakayanan para magdevelop ng sariling atin? Siguro nga.

Yung mga nagrarally, nananawagan silang isabansa ang mga pangunahing industriya ng ating bansa, o yung tinatawag na nationalization of vital industries kung saan ang estado ang hahawak ang magpapaunlad ng mga industriyang may kinalaman sa pambansang interes, siyempre isa na dito ang langis, na nawala sa kontrol ng estado nang ipatupad ni Marcos ang oil deregulation law, na hanggang ngayon ay sigaw pa din ng mga nakakuyom ang palad sa Mendiola, sabi nila, “Oil Deregulation Law, Ibasura!”, pero wag natin silang pakinggan dahil nag-iingay lang sila at wala naman talagang katuturan ang mga pinagsasasabi ng mga iyon.

Sa mga halu-halong proposisyon at suhestiyon mula sa iba’t ibang social strata, ano nga ba ang dapat nating gawin?

Tama lang sigurong ibenta nalang natin lahat, tutal yun naman ang plano ng gobyerno natin, sa programang PPP (Public-Private Partnership) ni Aquino, baka sa mga susunod na taon eh pati brip at panty natin eh privitazed na, kung gayon, di na kailangan ng gobyerno, free for all privatization na, civil disobedience na mag aanak ng civil war. Ayos. 

Sa ating modernong panahon kung saan naimbento na ang mga salitang career, bonds, investment at kung anu-anong salitang mahigpit na nakatali sa salapi at konsumerismo, mahirap sumuway sa mga utos ng nagpapalamon sa iyo. Kaya wag ka nalang maingay, maghintay sa manunubos at ipagdasal ang mga gumagawa ng masama.   

In Anarchy We Trust

This is Macon, grabbing my camera while saying, "ako naman, ako naman!". 

She wanted to try it and take a photograph of something.

When I said "anong gusto mong kunan?", she replied by pointing her lips adding the words, "ayun oh!".

She took my camera and pointed it to that something she wants to take a picture of.

Then suddenly she wanted to do something else. 

She wants to draw now.

I got some pen and some paper and told her to draw whatever she wants to draw. 

Minutes after she cannot think of anything to draw and ended up asking me, "anong idodrowing ko?".

I said "kahit anong gusto mo", her eyes lit and slightly shouted, "ah prutas!". 

Minutes after, she came to me and said "Eto table to, eto prutas.", and I said, "pano naman naging prutas yan?" (because the drawing was merely a scratch). 

She didn't answer and said, "dito, dito, piktuyaran mo ko kay Ate Melo!".

I took a picture of her then she said that she will go now and play. 

The mind of a child is wonderful, always spontaneous, anarchic i think would be the right word for it. 

No inhibitions, no bullshit. 

Words are pure. 

There is no lying with them. 

CARAMOAN

There is no one word which can describe Caramoan. You have to tell it by your own story , with its own respective intensity. Here is mine.

Caramoan is a group of islands in the Bicol region which is located in the southern part of the Philippines. This is where the infamous reality TV show Survivor was shot, but apart from its fame gained from the said reality show, Caramoan is really a paradise not only because of it’s magnificent islands but mostly because of it’s people, the Bicolanos.

Getting there.

We were hesitant to leave that day for it was a holiday thinking we might get stuck at the bus station because we didn’t have any reserved seats, but we went on anyway. We waited for ten minutes at the station and finally got a bus which was bound for Naga, a town where we have to go to reach Caramoan. It was a long, not so smooth nine-hour drive from Manila. Once we’ve reached the town of Naga, the bus conductor told us that we should continue on to Pili, the next  town after Naga if we were going to Caramoan, knowing nothing about the place, we said yes and continued on to Pili, once in Pili, we rode an ordinary bus which says Lagunoy on it’s placard, it was a short two-hour trip to the port but we were standing during the first hour and I was constantly asking the bus conductor “are we there yet?”.

We arrived at the port, the local told us that we need to get to a boat and travel for another two hours to reach Caramoan, I was really hungry that time but the locals advised us that there will be no other boat leaving that day for Caramoan, not  minding the upheaval of my stomach we catched the last boat and headed to Caramoan. We arrived at Guajilo port at around 2pm, rode a tricyle where we met Rene, who offered us to take us to town and said he knows a place for us to eat, we agreed and took us there.   

it was a simple poorly lit carinderia, they had four viands available if I remembered it correctly,  we sat there and ate. After the meal, I started talking to the owner of the poorly lit carinderia , He has this artist ambience in him, His head is big, had a goatee and his face I was sure was not a local to that place. I noticed the Survivor related works of art when we entered the placed and I started talking about it, surely, He said that he is an artist and those are his works, then he started telling stories about the production teams of Survivor Israel, USA, Australia and France. As much as I would like to continue the chitchat whith Erwin we still have to find a place to stay so I bid farewell to Erwin and told him I will come back tomorrow to continue our conversation.

We stayed in a simple room with two beds with A/C, good thing that it had no TV because I didn’t want to spend my vacation staring at the idiot box, the only bummer was there was no signal for Globe and we urgently need to contact some friends for a favor, fortunately, our tricycle driver Rene has an extra Smart simcard which he lend to us. Problem solved. We decided to just relax and explore the town for the first day and do activities the following day. Rene said that he has a boat and he can take us island hopping tomorrow, we agreed and said to meet him at 7am the following day.

Caramoan Sunset

We unpacked our things, relaxed for a while and decided to go out and see the sunset. We headed straight to the shores of Caramoan and saw the bangkas parked along the shore, there were a lot of them, colorful and vibrant. We enjoyed the sunset while walking along the shore talking about various ideas and what we should do with life, well that is one of the best things to do while the sun is setting in front of you. The sunset was not the immaculate, pristine, perfect kind of sunset, and really, that was not I was hoping for. The mundane always inspire me and I always feel that things should be told as they were, that is why I hate Shakespeare.

The sunset during our first day in Caramoan, the simple conversation at the shores of it makes up a perfect memory of of an unperfect sunset. 

Of first impressions and common spectacles

The houses were poorly lit, some are still using lamplights/candles to light up their houses, kids were playing around a bright establishment which we found out later on was a KTV bar. Around 70% of the houses we saw doesn’t have electricity and as I observe, I realize that when the night comes, they don’t have anything to do but stare and talk to each other or to the kids playing outside their houses. This is a common spectacle in the far flung rural areas of the Philippines. Most of the provinces doesn’t have electricity, technology seems to be elusive and nights are quiet, really really quiet. People are warm, even if you can’t see their faces on the roads, you know that they are smiling inside and telling you that you’re safe here.  We dined and went back to our place.

Unity in “Samsero”

 We got back to the beach the following day to meet Rene for our island hopping adventure when we saw a bunch of locals pulling something from the seas of Caramoan. I approached a local and asked what were they doing and He happily responded saying “Semsero”. It is a way of fishing done by the locals of Caramoan where they set the “lambat” out to the open sea and pull it to gather the fishes around it improving the number of the fishes drawn to it. They do it once every fifteen minutes taking breaks once in a while. The local said that the  fishes  which will be caught during the process will be divided equally to those who helped, He even told me that if wewould help them, they will give us a fair cut of the catch.  This is a prime example that the culture of “bayanihan” in the provinces of the Philippines is still practiced and the unity of the locals is still decisive and very much alive.

Island hopping

Rene arrived at around 7:30am which was perfect time for a day in the open sea.  We started loading our things on to the boat, Rene brought a crew of three which were all friendly in their own ways. We started chatting as soon as we boarded with me asking where to go first and what island they recommend we should go first.

First stop was Lahos Bato (Lampasan), an island in between two huge boulders which serves as the passageway of waves hence the name Lahos Bato.

We stayed there for a bit and took some time to appreciate the beauty of the island and when Iyna tried to climb the stones at the far end of the island, she was about to step onto stones to climb up when she screamed as loud as she can, “may ahas!” (“there’s a snake!”), we ran towards her and saw what she saw,  Rene said that it was s water snake and it’s not venomous. I took a picture of it and then left the creature and the island.

We stayed there for a bit and took some time to appreciate the beauty of the island and when Iyna tried to climb the stones at the far end of the island, she was about to step onto stones to climb up when she screamed as loud as she can, “may ahas!” (“there’s a snake!”), we ran towards her and saw what she saw,  Rene said that it was s water snake and it’s not venomous. I took a picture of it and then left the creature and the island.

Second stop was Matukad. The sand of the beach of this island was incomparable, more of like a Polvoron, a Filipino dessert, it was pure , fine and very white. We stayed there and took a quick swim, the water was a bit cold but the sun kept us warm us while swimming.

Rene challenged us for a quick climb and said our trip would not be complete if we wouln’t see the “lagoon”, where He says is the home for a giant hito, whichh they believe is a mystical creature that protects Caramoan from calamities. Rene  also added that it doesn’t always show itself, if we’re lucky, we’ll see it.  The climb was hard, the steps was slippery because of the early morning rains and it was really  steep . We took some pictures from the top, climbed down and bid farewell to Matukad, the polvoron beach of Caramoan.

view from the top of matukad

We were welcomed with a coconut  on our third stop, Sab-itang Laya (long beach). We diffused the burning sun with the warm, sweet fruit drink while walking along Caramoan’s longest beach. 

We traversed the other side of Sab-itang laya where we found large rock formations and anoher beach, stayed there, smoked a ciggarette and took another quick swim. 

When we came back, Rene and the rest of the crew have already cooked our lunch, the menu was smoked squid and other local fishes. It was mouth watering, we even forgot to wash our hands before eating. 

While we were eating, Elmer and Roger decided to do something else, and when they came back, they brought with them some weird sea creatures. 

I tried two kinds, the first one was comparable to tahong, but a lot saltier, maybe because it was caught straight from the sea when I ate it, but they said that the real flavor comes out once cooked. The other one is more pallatable, it was more like scallops, they marinaded it with calamansi and wallah! instant pulutan!

We had a little chat with some locals there and exchanged opinions about the sea creatures they brought and then moved on to our next stop.

While we were on our way to our next stop, we were advised that it would take some time to get there, so what would be the best thing to do while on a boat? It’s drinking time! Bicolanos love drinking and they have a favorite, kwatro kantos! With the instant pulutan on the side, we talked about Caramoan, PUP, the NPA’s and how they’ve helped the people of Caramoan and the yellow army who according to them raped and ravaged parts of their beautiful island.

The second to the last stop was Manlawi, meaning sand bar. The rare thing about Manlawi is that you can go as far as 20 meters from the shore and it’s still thigh deep, it was a vast swimming pool-playground. 

We took some time and enjoyed the the crystal clear waters of Manlawi, it was our second to the last stop and it was given that this beach was the perfect beach for swimming so we made sure that we’ve swam our heart’s out before we leave.  

Last stop was the 444 steps grotto, it was not the ideal finale but hey,  this is our first time in Caramoan, why not try everything the locals have to offer? 

We needed to walk for a few minutes to reach the steps of the grotto where we passed along some local houses and from there, you can see the the white monument standing tall from the mountain top. 

Rene told us that there was a supposed to be earthquake in that area but when a nun prayed to the virgin mary, it stopped, that is why they decided to build an enormous monument of mary on top of it, and according to them, since then, the area was calamity-proof.

We are not really into mystic stories and religious monuments, but we enjoyed the story of hope and the bird’s eye view that the grotto gave us, from there you could see the whole Caramoan in a quick spin.

Caramoan taught us something

While we were on the boat on our way to our start point, we were confronted by a mild volume of rain which suddenly brought strong winds and suddenly, all we knew was that we can’t see a thing from our boat, the pieces of islands which earlier we can still see was not visible anymore. Rene started shouting and we knew that He was panicking saying that we should dock into the nearest shore to be safe, but how could that be possible if we couldn’t see shit? So we tried to stay calm, I remember saying “inom pa tayo!” (let’s drink again!), I tied my camera bag to a safe place after taking Rene’s photo giving orders to Roger, shouting to secure the boat then picked the kwatro kantos up and started drinking again. The rain and the strong winds didn’t stop for twenty long minutes, then after, the islands that once were'nt visible surfaced.

It was smooth sailing after that, the cool breeze of Caramoan dried our stuff on our way to our start point.

We reached our start point safely at around 8:00 o’clock. It was so dark we couldn’t see anything but the light from 10-20 houses. Rene guided us to our place and said he would pick us up at 9:00am the following day.

We dined and slept like a baby.

Caramoan Church

We decided to take a walk before leaving Caramoan, we swam into brackish waters and then walked back home. Rene picked us up and said that ther is still a place we need to see, the Caramoan church, he brought us there, took some time to look at the centruy old church, took some pictures of it then left.

We arrived at the port at around 10:00am where we boarded a small ferry headed to Guajilo port. We bid farewell to Rene and told Him that we will go back the following year, we thanked him and headed our way. 

We travelled again by boat for two hours and when we reached Guajilo port, we decided not to end our trip there.

NAGA SIDETRIP TO BE CONTINUED

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I swear I'm not high, I just hate your fucking government

Common sense is not so common.

 -Voltaire 

Ang mga pangalang Claro Mayo recto, Lorenzo Tanada, Jose Diokno at Benigno Aquino Jr. ay apat sa mga pangalang hinahanap ko sa Google paminsan-minsan kapag naghahanap ako ng balbal na may katuturan.

Ngayon, ewan ko ba, ang huling magandang ala-ala ko na lang sa mga senador ay yung Stapler act na pinagbidahan ni Lito Lapid, este, I-nauthor pala, na nagbabawal sa mga sari-sari-store na gumamit ng stapler para sa mga paninda nilang chichirya at kung ano-ano pa. Pinag-isipan talaga ang batas na ito dahil oo nga naman, baka makain ng mga bata ang stapler sa chichirya, magchoke tapos mamatay. May sense.

So, mula sa Republic Act No. 1425, na mas kilala sa Rizal Law ni Claro Mayo Recto na naglalayong mag promote ng nasyunalismo sa mga kabataan sa pamamagitan ng pagrerequire sa lahat ng unibersidad na pag aralan ang buhay ni jose Rizal at ang dalawang mayor na libro niya, ang Noli at El fili, eto na tayo ngayon, sa panahon ng Stapler act ni Lito Lapid.

Wala akong problema sa Stapler act, sa katunayan, maganda nga't naisip nila yun, pero tingin ko lang, yung mga batas na ganito kalalim ay di na dapat pinag-uusapan sa loob ng Senado dahil masyadong malalim, hindi siya kayang arukin ng mga baranggay officials, baranggay tanod, baranggay adik at baranggay aso.

Ganito na ang iniunlad ng ating Senado, mula sa talas na nag-ugat sa matatag at ma-alab na nasyunalismo, hanggang sa usapang kanto, na may halong alak.

Parang

Tambay1: Tangina pre, yung anak ko nakalunok ng stapler, gago kasi yang si Aling Auring eh, yung chichiryang binebenta, may stapler.

Tambay 2: Baka naman yun yung freebie nung chichirya, stapler. Para yung mga files nung anak mo sa opisina hindi nakakalat.

Tambay1: Oo nga noh. Gago!

Tambay 2: Eh ano naman ang gusto mong gamitin ni Aling Auring, tam taks?


Hindi ko talaga kung anong pumasok sa kukote ng mga Senador ng 14th congress at biglang ang init ng pwet nilang i-persecute ang mga nagsasabing mukha silang tanga, tae, at kung ano-ano pa gamit ang internet.

Una, mukha naman talaga silang tae, mabaho at kadiring tae, syempre hindi literal dahil ang mga barong nila ay Pinya at Chanel o di kaya'y Versace naman kung naka-suit sila.

Medyo sensitive yata ang mga Senador pag dating sa name calling.

Kung ano-ano kasi ang bansag sa kanila sa internet, tulad ng bobo, plagiarist, tanga, kupal, imbecile, dickhead, asshole at kung ano-ano pang masasakit na salita.

Pero takang taka naman ako sa dahil sa mga isyung kinasasangkutan ng mas maraming Pilipino, tulad ng P125 wage increase na hinihingi ng mga manggagawa, at GARB (Genuine Agrarian Reform Bill) na I-nauthor ni Ka Crispin Beltran na lubos na mas kailangan ng mga tao sa Pilipinas hindi sila sensitive, parang wala silang pakialam.

Balik tayo isyu. 

Sa pagkaka alala ko, nagsimula ito nung pinaratangan si Tito Sotto na nag-plagiarize ng isang speech ni Robert F. Kennedy, isang dating Senador ng Estados Unidos. 

Sabi nila, yung speech daw ni Sotto eh word per word tagalog version ng "Day of Affirmation" speech ni Kennedy na idineliver niya sa Aprika nung June 6, 1996. 

Sabi ni Sotto, ipinadala lang daw sa kanya ang speech ng isang kaibigan at hindi sinabi nito kung saan ito nanggaling.

Yung mga nagdedebate sa Luneta nagrereview bago sumalang sa diskurso, tapos yung senador natin hindi alam kung saan galing yung sinabi niya? Solid. 

Ayos lang sana kung inamain nya nalang na kinopya nya, swabe lang yon kase sa akin naman, esenya ang mahalaga.

Ang ganda nung speech ni Kennedy, tungkol sa pagtindig sa kung ano ang tama, at pag-wasak sa inhustisya sa pamamagitan ng paglaban sa tiwali. 

Problema kasi, nagkamali na, huli na, ayaw pa umamin, kala nya siguro kaya nyang tangahin ang mga Pilipino.

Ang ginawa ng mga bloggers at critic ng gobyerno sa internet, nag post.

Nag post lang naman. Tulad ng ganito:

Kayo na ang humatol kung nakakatawa lang talaga ang litrato sa itaas o kung totoo ngang tinagalize niya yung speech ni Kennedy.

Tang ina naman! Kahit siguro high-school student sasabihing plagiarized yung speech, tapos poor transalation pa, walls of oppression, dingding ng opresyon? Kung ginawa niya sigurong pader ng pang-aapi hindi siya nahuli.

Nagalit si Sotto. nababastos daw sya at ang pangalan niya dahil sa mga post na tulad ng nasa itaas.

"Cyber bullying" daw ang ginagawa sa kanya ng mga tao. Ayos din naman talaga tong si Sotto, dahil nahuli siyang nangopya ng speech, gagawa siyang batas na magbabawal na bumatikos sa mga pulitiko at iba pang ka-uri niya gamit ang internet.

Ang ganda ng logic, kung hindi mo kayang tanggapin ang sinasabi sayo ng mga mamamayan na silang nagpapasweldo sa iyo, gumawa ka ng batas na magbabawal sa kanilang magsalita ng masama laban sa iyo.

Ang mga prinsipyadong tao, umaamin kapag nagkakamali, ang mga sinusubukan lang maging prinsipyado, mali na, gusto tama pa rin sila, hindi kayang lunukin ang pride.

Sakto dito yung saying na sinabi ni Charles Bukowski,

"The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts while the stupid ones are full of confidence."

Nakalimutan na yata ni Sotto na Senador siya, at ang trabaho niya ay gumawa ng batas na makakabuti sa mamamayan, hindi protektahan ang sarili niyang interes at ng mga ka-uri niya.

Wag na tayong maglokohan, yun naman talaga ang gamit ng Senado para sa kanila, parang fortress na magpoprotekta sa mga interes nila, kaya kapag naapektuhan ang kanilang mga negosyo tulad ng bus lines, real estate, film studios at kung anu-anong kumpanya't korporasyon, madali nilang mamamaniobra ang batas para pumabor sa kanila.

Hindi ka ba nagtataka kung bakit puro galing sa mga mayayamang pamilya ang tumatakbo at nananalong Senador sa Pilipinas? Yun ay dahil kailangan nilang panatiliin ang status quo sa bansa, dahil kung  hindi baback-upan ng legalidad ang ginagawa nilang pagnanakaw at inhustisya sa mamamayan, guguho ang emperyo nila. Hindi magiging legal ang pagnanakaw nila.

Hindi ka ba nagtataka kung bakit hindi maipasa-pasa ang 125 dagdag sahod na matagal ng hinihingi ng mga manggagwa? 

Hindi ka ba nagtataka kung bakit walang kasong pinagtatagumpayan ang mga manggagawa laban sa kanilang mga kumpanya sa Korte Suprema?

Mag isip ka, dahil yang ulo mo, hindi lang dapat yan patubuan ng buhok. 

149 Bonifacio

"Kung ayaw mong alipinin, huwag kang kumilos na parang alipin"

-Caiingat Kayo, 1893

Taun-taon nalang ginugunita ang kaarawan ni atapang atao Andres Bonifacio, pero hanggang ngayon di pa rin naiintindihan ng kalakhan ng mga Pilipino ang tunay na diwa ng rebolusyong pinangunahan niya.

Ang rebolusyong 1896 o ang rebolusyon ng KKK (Kataas-taasan Kagalang-galang na Katipunan ng mga Anak ng Bayan) ang kauna-unahang kilusang naglayon ng pambansang demokrasya at pagkatapos ay magtatag ng  isang malayang gobyernong pamumunuan ng mga kapwa Indio. Sila rin ang kauna-unahang organisasyong pambansang tumangan ng armas para palayain ang Pilipinas mula sa mga Espanyol. 

Ang kaibahan ng KKK sa mga kilusang itinayo ng ibang mga nag-rebelde laban sa mga Espanyol tulad nila Diego Silang, Hermano Pule, Huseng Sisiw atbp. ay ang kanilang mga layunin, ang mga kilusang nabanggit ay naglayon lamang na labanan ang mga Espanyol, walang depinidong tunguhin pero mabigat ang pinaghugutan ng kanilang pag-aalsa, tulad ni Diego Silang, ang pinuno ng pinakamatagal na himagsikang naitala sa kasaysayan ng Pilipinas. Naghimagsik si Diego Silang sa kadahilanang ayaw ipina-libing sa Kristyanong paraan ang kanyang kapatid na nagpakamatay ng mga prayle, pero 'di tulad ni Bonifacio na nakita ang pagsasamantala ng mga Kastila sa mas malawak na aspeto, na ang lahat ng mga Indio sa lahat ng sulok ng Pilipinas ay napagsasamantalahan kaya't dapat magrebolusyon.

May ilang pagkakapareha din ngunit malaki ang pagkakaiba ng Kilusang Repormista nila Rizal, Del Pilar at Jaena sa KKK. Ang kilusang Propaganda ay naglayong magpasok ng mga esensyal na reporma tulad ng pagkakaroon ng kinatawan ng Pilipinas sa Spanish Cortes at ang pagkakaroon ng sekularisasyon sa mga parokya ng Pilipinas, ibig sabihin, payagang maging ganap na pari ang mga Pilipino. Pag-susulat at paglalathala ng mga sulatin ang pangunahing pamamaraan ng mga Propagandista.

Ang KKK ang nagbuo ng isang pambansang himagsikan na pumukaw sa mga rebeldeng naglunsad na ng kanilang malilitt na insureksyon sa iba't ibang dako ng bansa.

Mahalagang gunitain ang araw ng rebolusyonartong si Bonifacio, mahalagang maintindihan kung bakit mayroong nagpapatuloy ng kultura ng militansya, sa lansangan man o sa kabundukan.

Lumalakas ang kilusang rebolusyonaryo dahil lumalala ang pagsasamantala, dumarami ang nagiging militante dahil puro kagaguhan ang itinututo sa ating mga paaralan mga institusyon. 

Ang rebolusyon ni Bonifacio ay hindi nagtagumpay dahil inagaw ito ng mga Amerikano nangg ipagbili tayo ng mga Kastila sa mga ito. 

Ang rebolusyong sinimulan ay Bonifacio ay nagpapatuloy at nagsisilbing inspirasyon sa mga modernong katipunero. 

Origins of perspectives

 “Do not fear to be eccentric in opinion, for every opinion now accepted was once eccentric.” 
-Bertrand Russell

The idea is this, people starts talking when they think they know what they saying.

I think people don't know shit about anything.

They just pretend to, you know, just like the actors you see in the cinemas.

A script, some production designs and some pretty convincing emotions, you have a show.

The better they portray it, the better the show is, but, they were never original, they're just a copy of a copy of a copy somewhere, sometime.

They would just like other people to think that what they are doing is something new.

In fact, we are all just actors,  portraying our role in this slowly decaying world.

I myself never felt original, well, at least before, when I thought my ideas were pure and unsullied.

Now, that they had been polluted by what I call "everyday peopleness" and "shared dispositions", I can no longer say that my thoughts are pure, maybe the emotion that I get from it is pure, but never the thoughts.

Let me tell you the story about it.

I can make magnificent stories, stories not about people but about certain energies, energies that me myself cannot understand most of the time. I project them using words, spontaneity was the language and it was never dull and stale.

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"There was an elephant on the face of a Phd.Professor, Acuna I think was his last name, He always wears a tie, always uptight and never straightforward about things, always using idioms to convey what he means, the elephant turned into a moon crater when a girl looked at me in the eye. It turned into a moon crater which crawled down to his neck and then punctured his lungs, which later on caused him his life. The crater was alive."

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They were always aesthetically imaginative and colorful, they were always bright and never simple, available anytime I need them, not that I needed them, they were just there, waiting to be told.

There was also a time when words were not the exact means to express these energies. 

Then I knew about a struggle, I heard their voices, clamoring for something different, something original. 

That was the time I found out that even I was never original, the energies that I once thought cannot be put into words are now in clear, simple words aligned with the motion of defiance and revolt, the words swayed and danced in the tone of rightful violence. This was a major epiphany, one that happens rarely, for some, never.

I took refuge with words and ideas, they were like friends who are connected so deeply and dearly that when the former leaves, the latter would be left dry and unsaid.

They seldom came after the epiphany, but when they do, they pour. I use to think of them as colorful balls from a pool ball, you know, the one that you use to play in amusement parks. They usually come in bright, blissful colors, yeah sometimes dark and brutal, but I don't really care about their descriptions, as long as they come. After all, these words are not from me, they are just words, copied, reprinted and then copied again, century after century, civilization after civilization, they are just products of the collective effort of human folly to satisfy their eternal urge to be understood.

I guess that's why people write books, to be understood, to convert their tiny little ideas into words which can penetrate, destroy or rebuild a soul.

Now that my idea of being original was annihilated, I can now write. 

I now realize that the idea of being original was erroneous, that's why it disturbed me to the core.

Now, I can peacefully write about manufactured, mass-produced lies, now I can write about things that only exists in my head, now I can write about the characters within the confine of my profanity, now, I can write about the tower of babel and how it ruined humanity, I can now write about my ego and how it complicated a lot of things in my life.

Finally, I can write.