When I was in college, I was fortunate enough to be part of the PPCRV (Parish Pastoral Council for Responsible Voting). Being part of the extensive seminar, I got bored of rules, laws restrictions and massive ID cards that you have to bring anywhere. But the snacks are free and there are too many great people to mingle with. So I don't mind the endless talks since everything is perpetually free and you learn so many things.
Honestly, there was only one thing I remembered during the seminar. A priest gave a short talk about the dangers and perils we might have to face during elections. I can't recall the exact detail but there was one phrase I will never forget as long as I live:
"We don't need dead heroes…"
His point is this, everyone is better off alive rather than dying for something. There is always a safer better way to convey your message without wasting your life. If you are really serious about spreading the message, you have to spread it for a very long time. Dying while trying to teach everyone about the election will do you no good.
His thoughts on heroism is quite odd, but very true. Nowadays, getting yourself killed to prove your point is not only reckless to yourself but also to your family. A person getting killed during election time can be a husband, wife or kids cared for by anyone. Dying will only place other people in trouble because you are no longer there to guide and provide the needed muscle.
This doesn't mean we will to run away and curl our tails from those who threatened our lives. We run away but resort to legal matters to end the oppression. As gloomy as it seems, there is always someone who can legally protect us and get our message across. If there is danger, run but don't stop the message - there is always another way to get your message across.
I was lazily staring at my laptop when my mom shouted "get in front of the TV, they're featuring rabbits". I stopped what I was doing (or staring at) and switched on my TV in my room.
Jessica Soho was narrating the opportunity the country has in rabbits. They are great source of meat (only 150/kilo), tastes a lot like native chicken and they never thought of adapting any family planning of some sort. It's a great source of meat because they can be available at almost anytime. There's a town in
I liked the segment but then a note came out...PETA is against slaughtering of rabbits!!! They said animals should not be sacrificed for the sake of us humans. Wow. I was disappointed and that thought was enough to destroy my evening. Thanks PETA, I owe you one.
I always like the idea of PETA. Stop killing animals. I thought their reason was that they animals should be preserved and when the need arises, should be killed in a very humane way. But noooo...I was wrong. Animals should never be killed no matter what. I thought the "humane" fly catcher PETA sent to President Obama was ridiculous...and it still is.
Let me give you as simple argument why PETA has got it all wrong. I'm all for human treatment of animals. I have five turtles that I rescued from their crazy owners because they are tied up without food. That's my share of trying to help the world. For the mosquitoes however, I have no second thoughts of swatting them. How can I be humane for mosquitoes? Tell them not to bite me? **** *** (expletives, figure it out).
Going back to the rabbits, I like what the good pastor did to make the rice porridge (arroz caldo) taste better – spike it with rabbit. Everyone liked it and the feeding program is a success. Now, if PETA tells me that rabbit should not be included in the porridge, they should try eating porridge with salt everyday. When I was in elementary, I forced myself to eat "Burgur Wheat" or whatever they call it. The abomination is practically brown rice with peas! It doesn't taste anything without sugar or salt. If they could have spiked it with chicken or pork, I could have been transformed from skinny to obese when I finished my elementary years.
Please PETA, before you tell people not to eat anything be sure they have options because us Filipino people doesn’t have a lot of options in terms of food. Don't tell me "it's the government’s problem" yeah, **** ** **** (expletives). I know how you've been violent on celebrities who tried to wear fur. Maybe you're right in there. But try to be violent in front of our brothers in
Again...I would like to thank PETA for ruining my Saturday night. Hopefully, I could return the favor by ruin your one of your nights.
Ang iya ngalan Brian Vincent. Malawig ang iya ngalan kag wala man sia ginatawag. Ang iya ginakaon meatloaf, isda kag basura.
Isa ka adlaw napatay sia. Huhuhu.
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One day, sa isa ka adlaw, in a far away place, sa may Anabu nga 20 ang plete, may isa ka bata nga indi kabalo magtahal sang lapis. Ang iya ngalan Mao-mao. Birthday gapon pero sa December 25 pa hiwaton.
Nagkadto sia sa banwa sang San Rafael. Sang pagsulod nya sa banwa, ginhambalan siya, “Hoy pangayaw, puli ka sa balay nyo.”
Nagsabat sia, “Nga-a indi ninyo ako pagbatunon?”
“Kay indi ka kabalo magtahal,” ang sabat sang tanod.
Nagpuli sia, nagsakay sa motor, nagplete 20, kag nagkaon Spaghetti.
.the end.
Isa ka adlaw may isa ka bata nga perte kasabad. Isa ka adlaw naglakat sila sa beach. Naligo sia...
.the end.
Hmp. Indi ko man pag isugid kun anhon ko to ang sundang. Secret.
Budlay galing magtago secret sang sundang. Indi ko man ni slumbook nga pagusto ka lang sulat. “Who is your secret crush?” Sabat naman “secret”. Bwisit, secret na gani ginapamangkut pa. Double redundancy.
Ginpasulod man ako sa building less sundang. Hmmmn nami. Feeling ko daw manamian ako di subong nga adlaw bisan gaulan sa sagwa. Wow! Hi tech kun mag log-in sila: Finger print ang ginagamit! Tsk. Kun gusto ko gali magtinamad kinahanglan utdon ko ang tudlo ko kag ipadala, “Pre, ikaw lang to anay log-in sa akon kay sakit akon ulo kag kamot.”
Ginago.
May nagtawag sa akon, “To, diin ka makadto?”
“Diri lang 'nong,” Hambal ko.
“Ma ano ka diri?” Hambal niya.
“May ginalantaw lang 'nong.” Hambal ko.
“Ano?” Hambal naman...kasabad sa iya bisan ang tudlo ko ginakapoy na sa pagsulat “hambal”, ara naman.
May gintudlo ako nga papel sa board. Ginlantaw niya, ginlantaw niya ako. Nagpalayo siya dayon. Gintawag niyta ang girl nga nakauniform. Seksi. Wala siya ginsapak. Hehehe.
Ano to nga papel? Way ko kabalo. Gintudlo ko na lang to para makapalayo lang siya. Kasabad. Bangod nga gintudlo ko ang papel kag daw ginabantayan na ako sang tawo (bad trip kay wala siya ginsapak sang girl), ginbasa ko ang papel nga gatapik, na staple, ginpaste, ginbutangan kan-on sa likod, scotch tape, booger (offensive kon sa ilonggo) kag damo pa.
Damo gali papel. Take your time gali ako sa nami nga building. Cool.
Ginlantaw ko ang natapik. Ok gali. Help wanted nasulat. May ara man short term courses. Hmmmn. May ara man notice nga wala man may nakanotice. Siguro daw papel nga pinatapik, ginumon kag ginpadala anay sa Afghanistan kag sinulatan pagbalik.
Damu gali tsansa sa building ngani.
Nanghangaw hangaw ako. ano nga tsansa nga wala man tawo di? May ara man galing daw natabunan man sang glass sila. ano man? Hmmmn.
Ang lalaki ara anaman. Ayos!
“'Nong diin di ang employment agency?” Mangkot ko.
“Ano nga employmen edyensi?” Sabat niya.
“Ang na-applayan ko bala ni 'nong?” Sabat ko.
“Aplay man?” Mangkot niya.
Gintudlo ko ang papel.
“Ari bala 'nong ho...” Tudlo ko.
“Aaaa...ang amo na.” Tudlo nya man.
“Huo 'nong.” Hambal ko. (Hambal naman.)
“Way na di.”Hambal niya.
“Diin ni 'nong hay?” Mangkot ko.
“Sa Sports Complex siguro, di ko sure.” Hambal niya.
Lintek di pa siya kuno sure. Syur!
Employment sa Sports Complex? Ma-ano ka pag abot mo to ma sprint ka anay before ka maka apply. Basi pag abut mo mangkut anay. “What is your fave sport?” Stupid.
Hmp. Tinamaran ako. Ano kun indi mo matultulan. Amo to siguro nga wala siya ginasapak sang girl kay wala siya katultol. Tani lang.
Naghangaw-hangaw ako. Hala asta lang ko di? Wala gid ako may nakadtuan gali ba. Pagtangla ko may dome. Wow! Dome! Kanami ba...dumduman ko ang sundang ko.
Aha! Makadto ako sa cr. Kanami nga daan sang dome, sigurado nami man ang cr. Galing...diin ang cr? (kon ginabasa mo na ang cr as in one syllable, wrong SEE ARE na.)
Of course namangkot naman ako kay 'nong.
“Nong diin di ang SEE ARE” hambal ko. (naman)
“Ano?” Hambal niya.
“SEE ARE bala 'nong” Hambal ko.
“Aaaaah....mangihi ka?” Hambal niya.
“Gago, ano labot mo?” (Hambalon ko tani) Panumdum ko.
“Te, diin 'nong?” Hambal ko.
“Diretsoha lang, didto sa punta.” Tudlo niya.
Aba, may nabal-an gali ni. Ma-alam.
Naglakat ako pakadto sa direksyon nga gintudlo niya...nakita ko ang sign nga SEE ARE gid man didto. Medyo layo galing. Wala di sila may ginagamit nga Golf Cart kon sakit tyan nila? Basi 'ya.
Ga umpisa pa lang ko lakat nga na notice ko liwat and mga tawo nga na priso sa glass. Wait (hulat), may gabasa newspaper, may naga games sa pc, may naga sisp papel (!?), may nagakatulog, may gasuksok shades (where's da sun da man!) tsk, busy sila siguro. Indi pwede sabadon...sirado ang kuwarto nga daan kag wala tawo sa counter.
Ara na ako sa SEE ARE. Wow! High Tech! Panumdum utod: ang tubig auto gwa, may tissue paper, kag ELECTRONIC HAND DRYER (no pindot required pa!).
Now this is what I call SEE ARE. Damo ka makita.
Syempre, nami man wiwi ko e. Gapanumdum pa ako tani ma extra deposit pro indi ko feel. Sa tam-an ka puti ka room, matyag mo gasige sakit tyan mo, ara ka sa langit.
Nagwa ako sa cr gayuhom. Tsk, impressed ako, kanami. Nagdiretso ako sa dome. Kanami. Nakita ko ang finger print log in. Kanami. Ang SEE ARE. kanami.
Ang building daw SEE ARE. Damo makita! Damo ara! manog gwa na ako sa building nga nasugata ko si 'nong. May dala isa ka tray nga tasa...ga aso...alangan juice. Kape. Tingala ko man indi katultol employment agency ni.
Dumduman ko na nga-a gindala ko ang sundang di....
