Mamang pulis

sasasas

Mamang pulis, hidhid, malupit,
Sa aming aba, nanggigipit.
Aking hiling bago “manlaban,”
Huwag dumihan aking ngalan.

English translation
Mr policeman, selfish and harsh,
we, the poor, you abuse.
My wish before I “resist,”
Do not destroy my name.

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A happy thought on a depressing day

“Have you ever been depressed, sir?”

Of course. And I had my share of suicidal thoughts and even attempts. But now, whenever my mind drops into an abyss that I can’t see, I just remind myself that I need to pull myself up to eat ice cream because a tub of Double Dutch is pure bliss. (But yeah, any ice cream will suffice.) Depression is a disease of thoughts, and though modern medicine has developed a panoply of interventions to treat mental illness, it is never bad to help one’s self. One happy thought can be a lifeline enough to drag one’s self from the dark side of the mind. I’m not sure if this remedy is for everybody, but I don’t think there is any harm in reminding ourselves of a moment of happiness. Cling to anything that can make you smile, and work it.

Brisbane Times: This 17 year old boy killed in Duterte’s drug war galvanises the Philippines

This is too much. Everything about the boy pointed towards his innocence, but this regime would stop at nothing just to destroy, not the drug menace, but everyone who opposes its leadership and policies. This is not the first time that Duterte has sanctioned the cold-blooded murder of mere drug suspects and innocents, and as long as he sits there in his own Iron Throne in Malacanang, this wouldn’t be the last. This article from the Brisbane Times gives me less hope and more gloom, a reminder of the deadly spiral that our people has embraced in the name of “change.”