wohoo
siyempre nasa biyahe ulit kaya nakakapagsulat sa blog. panalo kasi si Pacquiao (non sequitur at its best!).
tinatamad na ako mag blog. baka patayin ko na ito.
but then again, that's maybe, stating the obvious.
ilang mga hirit: CDO
1. Sa dinami dami ng mga lungsod na napuntahan ko na, pinakamasalimuot na siguro ang trapiko ng cagayan de oro. bloke-bloke na ang mga one-way, sandamakmak pa ang mga motorela (tama ba? parang traysikel nila). masikip talaga at napakatrapik.
2. dikit dikit ang mga kainan sa lugar na malapit sa tinuluyan ko. tsaka mga internet shop na 10 o 15 pesos kada oras.
3. ang sarap mang asar ng pulis trapiko kasi hindi namin siya maintindihan.
4. nakakatuwa ang accent ng mga taga CDO, parang Davao din.mas malambing nang kaunti kaysa Cebuano.
5. may Fr. Masterson, SJ, street sa CDO. naalala ko tuloy yung Fr. Masterson drive sa Ateneo de manila. andaming pangalan ng mga kalye dito na galing sa mga Heswita. Para tuloy akong naglalakad sa pinalaking ateneo. Padre Ferriols na lang ang kulang nyahaha. o kaya Padre Adolfo dacanay: alyas penguin.
6. may SM na dito. urbanisasyon o komodisasyon?
andami nang umaalis
Nitong mga nakaraang araw, tila napakaraming mga kakilala ang nag-iisip, nagdedesisyon, o nagbabalak mangibang-bayan. Nars sa UK, caregiver sa Israel, teacher sa Florida. May ilang mga kuwentong nakakaiyak talaga kagaya nung isang doktor na nag-aral ng narsing para lang makapag abrod.
o yung nagtop sa medical board pero hindi na lang magdodoktor sa Pinas kasi nalaman niyang top siya sas board exams nung mismong araw na palipad na siya papuntang Tate para maging nars.
may nakausap pa ako minsang isa nang ganap na abugado mag na nars din. o isa nang engineer mag na nars din. andami talaga nila.
bakit daw hindi ako magturo sa Tate? kaya ko na man daw siguro.
ang sagot ko, kung mababa ang tingin natin sa mga titser natin sa Pinas, mas mababa ang tingin ng mga Kano sa kanilang mga guro. Kaya nga walang gustong maging teacher dun e.
pero hindi ito post ng bulag na nasyonalismo.
hindi sukatan ng nasyonalismo ang pagbabandera sa kalungkutan tuwing may maririnig na ganitong istorya.
sa halip, sa llikod ng aking utak, minsan naiisip ko, hindi kaya talagang kasama na sa kultura natin yung pag asam na makaalis sa sariling bayan para makahanap ng tagumpay sa labas?
marami kasi tayong mga katutubong epiko na may ganyang kilos ang bayani: lalaban sa labas para makabalik ng matagumpay.
binuhay kami ng tatay ko sa pamamagitan ng halos dalawampung taong pagsisikap sa Saudi. tumino lang ang buhay namin nung makaalis siyia. dmaing laruan, gamit sa bahay, bahay at lupa.
may panahon pa nga noong high skul na sinasabihan kami ng ilang mga guro na hindi magandang sitwasyon ang ganoong buhay. may pera nga pero hiwa-hiwalay naman.
sa loob-loob ko, e kung doon kami nagtagumpay e! e kung doon kahit papaano nawala sa paghihikahos, at matapos ang ilang taon, nakaya naman e. andito na ang tatay ko ngayon at retirado, bagaman maaaring totoong kinulang din sila sa pag-iipon ng para sa kanilang dalawang mag-asawa.
sa anui't anuman, sa loob-loob ko, hidi na rin totoo ang romantisadong OFW; umiiyak pag-alis, masayang-masaya pagbalik, kung makapipili lang ay hindi na aalis.
sa loob-loob ko, lahat tayo gustong mag-abrod. at yung unang makakapag-abrod, siya ang pinakamagaling.
Intellectual Mass Starvation
If, for example, in one uniquely magical morning just before the sun fully rises from the eastern mountain, we find ourselves in a room with a nice little view, together curled up beside each other (doesn't matter if we're naked or not though i would prefer anything beautiful to my eyes and that would most probably mean you in your birthday suit), and you make faces at me while i pretend to be sleeping, eyes shut and haughty, you getting all naughty and dirty and lovely and wrinkly, my mind will separate from my head and float right above us and wander like a giant yellow balloon coming from my teeny weeny navel of delight (soiled and sweaty and white), and you will see that my mind is slowly wandering above us and you will smile and blow this yellow balloon using your own peculiar pout until it gets bigger and bigger and it touches the ceiling and it presses against our faces like an SRS airbag and we push it, push it out of the window, out into the open sky and it will block the sun momentarily and we will wait for its shadow to pass us by, pass by the house, pass by the neighborhood, pass by the street and into the mountains on the west, carrying with it all of our wishes and all of our hopes and all of the secret disgust you have for me and you have always had for me and have no intention whatsoever of telling me in this lifetime or the next, if indeed there is some wrenching, maniacal morning such as this one, you will find me in all my middle-aged majesty, in all my skeptical conviction, in all my capitalist illusions of societal significance, you will find me there singing in your face a song by the eraserheads:
i was born upside down
i felt my grandma put my feet on the ground
they put a spoon in my mouth
and everyone was shocked to hear me shout
well i knew i couldn't take all that dogfood that they'd make
i'd just as soon as put myself on a stake and burn
i saw it coming around!
i saw it coming around, yeah
i saw it coming around
and so i just, shook my head and walked away.
i grew up in a town
where everybody tried to push me around
the girls were alright but the guys were tough
they were always buggin me with macho stuff
well i ain't no stupid fighter i go for flower power
and i've been runnin every race just to save my face, yeah!
i saw it coming around!
i saw it coming around, yeah
i saw it coming around
and so i just, shook my head and walked away.
well they try to see if you care
it's just a matter of not begging for more
you know it's really suicidal to just give in
to people you can never really be sure
oh, hoh, when it gets down to this
they'll eat you up
when it gets right in your head
they'll stitch you up
it's a saving grace to have enough
when you find yourself in a compromising spot
you should know you shouldn't take
all that dog food that they'd make
you'd just as soon as put yourself on a stake and burn
you'll see it coming around
you'll see it comin, comin around oh when you
oh when you see it comin around you'll just yeah...
SHAKE YER HEAD AND WALK AWAY!
