Minsan gusto ko na lang makiuso sa mga burgis – “Yeah, yeah, you poor, know your place, it’s under me or under the grave” – pero pag naaalala ko yung mga panahon na halos wala akong makain at naliligiran pa ako ng mga Christ-centered classmates ko na may star-shaped pang chicken nuggets, nahihiya ako sa sarili ko. Madaling maging mahirap kung pare-pareho kayo, pero ang kalikasan ng lipunan ay ikaw lang ang maghihirap para sa ikaliligaya at haraya ng iilan. My somewhat privileged life is supported by the backs of anonymous poor people; the least I could do is to stop adding insult to their existence. Wala na nga akong magawa para matigil ang pagpatay sa mga maralita na “nanlalaban,” hahamakin ko pa sila?
When I first used Facebook, it was still a forum for inane things. Then came “news,” “influencers,” “engagements,” “viral,” “bots.” It ceased being a playground and a community. It has now become a marketplace full of swindlers and simpletons. It has become a world unto itself, a reality where it is easy to create, destroy, and recreate selves. A decade ago, my Facebook account was just an extension of myself, a neat little feature to freely communicate and celebrate the innocuousness and idealism of youth. Now, it is no longer just an extension of Me, but another me, negotiating its way in a universe of appearances, deceit, and enslavement.
I don’t write as often and as articulately as I used to. There are times when I want to express myself, but the physical discomfort and inefficiencies of using a pen discourage me from filling my notebook. On the other hand, the caprices and temptations of the internet draw me away from the cumbersome interface of the blogging platform into the instantaneous spectacles of Facebook. I guess I need to put discipline if I am to save both my body and mind from the perils of social media and an Americanized diet.
Damn Uber driver. You were the one who took two tries and even made me walk under the rain to pick me up, and you still had the gall to lower my rider rating. WTF?!
Last week I had intestinal flu that cost me two work days. This week a sore throat and a runny nose are paving the way for colds. How many vitamin and decongestant tablets should I take just to get rid of this inconvenience?
Wow, EXO. Ko ko bop – that’s from an old song! Good job on making that catchy chorus part of your latest release.
But K.A.R.D.’s music is what I dig right now. Now, all of the comments busy with the “views” thing – I’m not into that. I just like their music, and B.M. so there. I hope KARD makes more beautiful music!
I will miss this place so badly!
This week has been anything but hellish and crazy.
The new G-check system is nerve-wracking. If I had a choice, I wouldn’t do it. But then, do I really have a choice?
My high school friends (or should I say, “former friends”) are asking me out this Thursday. But I don’t think I still want to hang out with them. I have crossed this boundary, the line between sentimental value and “fuck this.” Beyond that superficial Facebook post meant to showcase how nice we are to maintain ties that go way back, there isn’t much for me in lying to myself that I like their company. I can’t pay for what they spend, I can’t do what they like, I can’t interest them with the mundane things I enjoy and the cheap places I go to, I don’t share the same sentiments and ideals as them. What’s the point of being with them other than highlighting that my academic achievements in high school did not translate to any material success (as how they see it)? We have drifted apart. They have their own world, I have mine, and as far as I’m concerned, they’re irrelevant to mine. #ByeFelicia.
That was one massive shithole Qatar got into. But no love for Saudi and the UAE. Them calling Qatar a sponsor of terrorism is no different from a kettle calling the pot black.
It sucks to be a friend of all (Iran, Israel, Turkey, Saudi Arabia and friends, the USA), but as the saying goes, “A friend to everyone is a friend of no one.” A line has been drawn in the Middle East – and the Gulf states have decided that Qatar, with its stable government and society, temperate version of Islam, and friendly attitude even to Saudi enemies, has to go. The hacking, the fake news, the quick diplomatic siege – all were orchestrated by the Saudis and their rich Gulf friends to strike the Qataris and Iranians. It’s a naked power grab, and one could just wonder Trump’s role in this picture as this occurred a few days after his state visit to the Middle East.
That Qatar supports terrorism is an open secret. It isn’t shocking. But that it’s Saudi Arabia and the UAE calling Qatar a sponsor of terrorism is like a kettle calling the pot black. Hell, Hapilon and his Maute friends wouldn’t have the petrodollars to buy a single gun if it weren’t for the madrassas various Saudi “charitable” organizations have built in Lanao, Sulu, and Maguindanao. We’re more inclined to bat for the underdog especially since Qatar funds Al Jazeera, a more reliable source of information than the state news agencies of the Arab world can ever be.
Pax Americana has effectively ended. But now, who can we trust?
“What to write?” Indecision pulls the words back. But then, what do I have to lose? If I wrote for you I would have to tell you what you wanted to read. And I may never know what you want. So I’ll just write for myself, and maybe you’d like it. I don’t really care much. I just what to leave something behind.