Monday, August 21, 2006
scribbled by anna katrina
10:31 PM | 2 comments
10:31 PM | 2 comments
all effed up
I can't believe I'm writing this when I should be working.
This day wreaks shit. I'm supposed to have my midterm exam in less than an hour but I'm stuck here - teary-eyed to Hale's Blue Sky. I have no idea what the exam will be all about; and just when I see a 'ray of hope' in skipping today's midterm, Kuya Razcel takes off. There goes my excuse slip.
My body weighs a ton and thinking about all of the things I still have to do makes me want to just commit suicide and end all the madness. WAAH! Why am I in this mess to begin with? Everything's just so effed up! If I didn't feel sorry for the people I'm working with, I would've quit long ago. And besides, if I pull out now, it's gonna be JAIL for me.
I never thought I'd see the day when I start getting tired of money. GOsh, I haven't graduated yet but I feel like retiring from work already.
I need sleep. Any moment now, my eyes are going to give in. Damn this!
There's a blue sky waiting tomorrow...
Yeah right. No blue skies for me any time soon.
This day wreaks shit. I'm supposed to have my midterm exam in less than an hour but I'm stuck here - teary-eyed to Hale's Blue Sky. I have no idea what the exam will be all about; and just when I see a 'ray of hope' in skipping today's midterm, Kuya Razcel takes off. There goes my excuse slip.
My body weighs a ton and thinking about all of the things I still have to do makes me want to just commit suicide and end all the madness. WAAH! Why am I in this mess to begin with? Everything's just so effed up! If I didn't feel sorry for the people I'm working with, I would've quit long ago. And besides, if I pull out now, it's gonna be JAIL for me.
I never thought I'd see the day when I start getting tired of money. GOsh, I haven't graduated yet but I feel like retiring from work already.
I need sleep. Any moment now, my eyes are going to give in. Damn this!
There's a blue sky waiting tomorrow...
Yeah right. No blue skies for me any time soon.
Thursday, August 17, 2006
scribbled by anna katrina
5:08 PM | 4 comments
5:08 PM | 4 comments
Homophobic Journalist
When I read this article in one of my fave blogs , I was just so pissed off! There's seriously something wrong with this delusional writer. Read on and let's diss this crazy person!
`Don we now our gay apparel`
By Isagani Cruz
Published on Page A10 of the August 12, 2006 issue of the Philippine Daily Inquirer
HOMOSEXUALS before were mocked and derided, but now they are regarded with new-found respect and, in many cases, even treated as celebrities. Only recently, the more impressionable among our people wildly welcomed a group of entertainers whose main proud advertisement was that they were `queer`. It seems that the present society has developed a new sense of values that have rejected our religious people`s traditional ideas of propriety and morality on the pretext of being `modern` and `broad-minded.
`The observations I will here make against homosexuals in general do not include the members of their group who have conducted themselves decorously, with proper regard not only for their own persons but also for the gay population in general. A number of our local couturiers, to take but one example, are less than manly but they have behaved in a reserved and discreet manner unlike the vulgar members of the gay community who have degraded and scandalized it. I offer abject apologies to those blameless people I may unintentionally include in my not inclusive criticisms. They have my admiration and respect.
The change in the popular attitude toward homosexuals is not particular to the Philippines. It has become an international trend even in the so-called sophisticated regions with more liberal concepts than in our comparatively conservative society. Gay marriages have been legally recognized in a number of European countries and in some parts of the United States. Queer people -- that`s the sarcastic term for them -- have come out of the closet where before they carefully concealed their condition. The permissive belief now is that homosexuals belong to a separate third sex with equal rights as male and female persons instead of just an illicit in-between gender that is neither here nor there.
When I was studying in the Legarda Elementary School in Manila during the last 1930s, the big student population had only one, just one, homosexual. His name was Jose but we all called him Josefa. He was a quiet and friendly boy whom everybody liked to josh but not offensively. In the whole district of Sampaloc where I lived, there was only one homosexual who roamed the streets peddling `kalamay` and `puto` and other treats for snacks. He provided diversion to his genial customers and did not mind their familiar amiable teasing. I think he actually enjoyed being a `binabae` [effeminate].
The change came, I think, when an association of homos dirtied the beautiful tradition of the Santa Cruz de Mayo by parading their kind as the `sagalas` instead of the comely young maidens who should have been chosen to grace the procession. Instead of being outraged by the blasphemy, the watchers were amused and, I suppose, indirectly encouraged the fairies to project themselves. It must have been then that they realized that they were what they were, whether they liked it or not, and that the time for hiding their condition was over.Now homosexuals are everywhere, coming at first in timorous and eventually alarming and audacious number. Beauty salons now are served mostly by gay attendants including effeminate bearded hairdressers to whom male barbers have lost many of their macho customers. Local shows have their share of `siyoke` [gay men], including actors like the one rejected by a beautiful wife in favor of a more masculine if less handsome partner. And, of course, there are lady-like directors who are probably the reason why every movie and TV drama must have the off-color `bading` [gay] or two to cheapen the proceedings.
And the schools are now fertile ground for the gay invasion. Walking along the University belt one day, I passed by a group of boys chattering among themselves, with one of them exclaiming seriously, `Aalis na ako. Magpapasuso pa ako!`[I'm leaving. I still have to breastfeed!`] That pansy would have been mauled in the school where my five sons (all machos) studied during the `70s when all the students were certifiably masculine. Now many of its pupils are gay, and I don't mean happy. I suppose they have been influenced by such shows as `Brokeback Mountain`, our own `Ang Pagdadalaga ni Maximo Oliveros` (both of which won awards), `Queer Eye for the Straight Guy`, and that talk program of Ellen Degeneres, an admitted lesbian.
Is our population getting to be predominantly pansy? Must we allow homosexuality to march unobstructed until we are converted into a nation of sexless persons without the virility of males and the grace of females but only an insipid mix of these diluted virtues? Let us be warned against the gay population, which is per se a compromise between the strong and the weak and therefore only somewhat and not the absolute of either of the two qualities. Be alert lest the Philippine flag be made of delicate lace and adorned with embroidered frills.
`Don we now our gay apparel`
By Isagani Cruz
Published on Page A10 of the August 12, 2006 issue of the Philippine Daily Inquirer
HOMOSEXUALS before were mocked and derided, but now they are regarded with new-found respect and, in many cases, even treated as celebrities. Only recently, the more impressionable among our people wildly welcomed a group of entertainers whose main proud advertisement was that they were `queer`. It seems that the present society has developed a new sense of values that have rejected our religious people`s traditional ideas of propriety and morality on the pretext of being `modern` and `broad-minded.
`The observations I will here make against homosexuals in general do not include the members of their group who have conducted themselves decorously, with proper regard not only for their own persons but also for the gay population in general. A number of our local couturiers, to take but one example, are less than manly but they have behaved in a reserved and discreet manner unlike the vulgar members of the gay community who have degraded and scandalized it. I offer abject apologies to those blameless people I may unintentionally include in my not inclusive criticisms. They have my admiration and respect.
The change in the popular attitude toward homosexuals is not particular to the Philippines. It has become an international trend even in the so-called sophisticated regions with more liberal concepts than in our comparatively conservative society. Gay marriages have been legally recognized in a number of European countries and in some parts of the United States. Queer people -- that`s the sarcastic term for them -- have come out of the closet where before they carefully concealed their condition. The permissive belief now is that homosexuals belong to a separate third sex with equal rights as male and female persons instead of just an illicit in-between gender that is neither here nor there.
When I was studying in the Legarda Elementary School in Manila during the last 1930s, the big student population had only one, just one, homosexual. His name was Jose but we all called him Josefa. He was a quiet and friendly boy whom everybody liked to josh but not offensively. In the whole district of Sampaloc where I lived, there was only one homosexual who roamed the streets peddling `kalamay` and `puto` and other treats for snacks. He provided diversion to his genial customers and did not mind their familiar amiable teasing. I think he actually enjoyed being a `binabae` [effeminate].
The change came, I think, when an association of homos dirtied the beautiful tradition of the Santa Cruz de Mayo by parading their kind as the `sagalas` instead of the comely young maidens who should have been chosen to grace the procession. Instead of being outraged by the blasphemy, the watchers were amused and, I suppose, indirectly encouraged the fairies to project themselves. It must have been then that they realized that they were what they were, whether they liked it or not, and that the time for hiding their condition was over.Now homosexuals are everywhere, coming at first in timorous and eventually alarming and audacious number. Beauty salons now are served mostly by gay attendants including effeminate bearded hairdressers to whom male barbers have lost many of their macho customers. Local shows have their share of `siyoke` [gay men], including actors like the one rejected by a beautiful wife in favor of a more masculine if less handsome partner. And, of course, there are lady-like directors who are probably the reason why every movie and TV drama must have the off-color `bading` [gay] or two to cheapen the proceedings.
And the schools are now fertile ground for the gay invasion. Walking along the University belt one day, I passed by a group of boys chattering among themselves, with one of them exclaiming seriously, `Aalis na ako. Magpapasuso pa ako!`[I'm leaving. I still have to breastfeed!`] That pansy would have been mauled in the school where my five sons (all machos) studied during the `70s when all the students were certifiably masculine. Now many of its pupils are gay, and I don't mean happy. I suppose they have been influenced by such shows as `Brokeback Mountain`, our own `Ang Pagdadalaga ni Maximo Oliveros` (both of which won awards), `Queer Eye for the Straight Guy`, and that talk program of Ellen Degeneres, an admitted lesbian.
Is our population getting to be predominantly pansy? Must we allow homosexuality to march unobstructed until we are converted into a nation of sexless persons without the virility of males and the grace of females but only an insipid mix of these diluted virtues? Let us be warned against the gay population, which is per se a compromise between the strong and the weak and therefore only somewhat and not the absolute of either of the two qualities. Be alert lest the Philippine flag be made of delicate lace and adorned with embroidered frills.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
scribbled by anna katrina
5:28 AM | 6 comments
5:28 AM | 6 comments
When does it end???
This has been an incredibly crass day.
This morning, I was supposed to report on three feminist philosophers in my Christian Ethics class. But to my bewilderment, when I entered the classroom, my classmates were already preparing to leave. I was so confused.
At first I thought that he cancelled the reportings. Then, when I asked a classmate, he told me that our teacher already called the reporters when the bell rang. And when nobody stood up to report, he cancelled them - which means a score of ZERO for me. How fucked up is that?
I remember him telling the class that we 'd be getting a grade of INC if we weren't able to report. Now, what's the point in going to his class if I'm sure to get an INC?
MY TEACHER SUCKS BIG TIME!!!
Then, when I've finally made up my mind about dropping the subject, my friend tells me that it would be considered 'withdrawn'. I can't withdraw! It's just so wrong... Ugh!
If that weren't sucky enough, I go to the SG office in the afternoon only to be met by an editorial in the school paper saying that the CSO people are 'amateurs'. Ok, so what choice did we have but to let it go, right? Then, when I turn the page, another article which contained a quotation by me was there.
"What the ...!?!>@$ How the hell did he get this quotation?!?! I haven't seen him - or given him an interview! What the...(*&$)# UGH! They made me look dumb... AGAIN!!! The last time, they misquoted me and i seemed so stupid... and now, THIS!"
And so, out of anger (and a bit of embarrassment - gosh, who wouldn't be... EVERYBODY READS THE SCHOOL PAPER!), I went to their office and looked for the writer who wrote both articles. He wasn't there.
I talked to the people there instead (more like addressed the whole room, actually), and told them how pissed off I was about the article.
I did get a phone call and an apology from the writer but I'm still in the process of "recovery" right now.
That was SO EMBARRASSING! Hahay. Responsible Journalism. There goes my respect.
This morning, I was supposed to report on three feminist philosophers in my Christian Ethics class. But to my bewilderment, when I entered the classroom, my classmates were already preparing to leave. I was so confused.
At first I thought that he cancelled the reportings. Then, when I asked a classmate, he told me that our teacher already called the reporters when the bell rang. And when nobody stood up to report, he cancelled them - which means a score of ZERO for me. How fucked up is that?
I remember him telling the class that we 'd be getting a grade of INC if we weren't able to report. Now, what's the point in going to his class if I'm sure to get an INC?
MY TEACHER SUCKS BIG TIME!!!
Then, when I've finally made up my mind about dropping the subject, my friend tells me that it would be considered 'withdrawn'. I can't withdraw! It's just so wrong... Ugh!
If that weren't sucky enough, I go to the SG office in the afternoon only to be met by an editorial in the school paper saying that the CSO people are 'amateurs'. Ok, so what choice did we have but to let it go, right? Then, when I turn the page, another article which contained a quotation by me was there.
"What the ...!?!>@$ How the hell did he get this quotation?!?! I haven't seen him - or given him an interview! What the...(*&$)# UGH! They made me look dumb... AGAIN!!! The last time, they misquoted me and i seemed so stupid... and now, THIS!"
And so, out of anger (and a bit of embarrassment - gosh, who wouldn't be... EVERYBODY READS THE SCHOOL PAPER!), I went to their office and looked for the writer who wrote both articles. He wasn't there.
I talked to the people there instead (more like addressed the whole room, actually), and told them how pissed off I was about the article.
I did get a phone call and an apology from the writer but I'm still in the process of "recovery" right now.
That was SO EMBARRASSING! Hahay. Responsible Journalism. There goes my respect.
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
scribbled by anna katrina
11:01 PM | 3 comments
11:01 PM | 3 comments
Top Ten!
This is the next installment of Anna's ULTIMATE Top Tens.
Today: TOP TEN VIDEOKE SONGS!
For two straight Fridays now, I've been going home at 3 am in the morning (to my mom's dismay - that was some good reprimand, i tell you) to be with none other than my MASS COM friends (who else?). Anyway, we've decided that Friday is our official Videoke night of the week, where we drown ourselves in alcohol and scream to the songs of our choice- dedicated to the people who make our lives (and work at the SG) desolate and MISERABLE! *special shout out the the assholes who broke our hearts and the people who wouldn't leave us alone!*
And I've come up with the perfect top ten videoke songs for all of us!!! Hurray!
10. HEAVEN KNOWS by Price Rick- ok, not really the hate song i would've wanted this list to start out with. But, really, it's in the top 10. There was one time that the videoke machine got all crazy and listed Heaven Knows 8 times! We wanted to have a competition where we all sing the song and whoever got the highest score would win (duh.)! Unfortunately, Ate (i forgot her first name) decided not to let us sing 8 Heaven Knows... 'alakanse' daw sila. One song is P5.00 by the way.
9. LATER by Fra Lippo Lippi - When Richard sang this song, everybody just melted. And cried. Yep, somebody cried. A guy/gay cried. Ok, so Claudio cried. Probably it was all the beer - but I'd say it was Richard. When he opens his mouth, magic comes out. What a voice! Everybody wanted to make out with him after he finished the song. They were just too priggish to admit it. Haha!
8. BITCH by Meredith Brooks - The first time, it was Lyde who sang it. The second time, it was Kleng. Everybody was up on their feet screaming to the song. I'm a bitch! I'm a lover! I'm a child! I'm a fighter! I'm a sinner! I'm a saint! I do not feel ashamed! Isn’t the song just the most perfect screech-song? LOVE it.
7. BITUING WALANG NINGNING by Sharon Cuneta – Whoever suggested this song seriously wanted to sing it (but was too ashamed to admit it). I ended up singing the rest of the song though. That was when the drunkards and ‘tambay” outside of Country Gents started laughing. To hell with them. I was excellent. ^_^
6. JEALOUS by Nina – I could still clearly remember – six or seven people fought over the microphone to sing the song (myself, included). I don’t know why but when the title appeared on the screen, everybody started getting nutty… Eventually the song ended without anybody getting the chance to sing it properly.
5. BUKAS NA LANG KITA MAMAHALIN by Lani Misalucha – Oh my God. Aiken is the ultimate videoke singer!!! I couldn’t keep my mouth shut (it was wide open) when he started to sing… He sounded like a girl. EXACTLY like a girl. He even hit all the high notes like he was singing the alpahabet song. Whoa. All hail Aiken!
4. CAN’T FIGHT THE MOONLIGHT by Leann Rimes – This is MY signature song. Everybody keeps asking me to sing it every single time we go out for videoke. I don’t really know why. But the way I sung it last Friday, thank God people danced their hearts out. I would’ve looked like an idiot dancing by myself!
3. CHAMPAGNE SUPERNOVA by Oasis – Nobody told me this song existed. Nobody. I didn’t even know it was a song until one of the tambays sung it. It was really cool though. Not to mention, very poetic. “Someday you will find me, caught beneath a landslide in a Champagne Supernova in the sky…” Denver sings his heart (and his intestines) out to this song. If only he could sing in tune (wahaha! Kidding Denv. Luv you!)
2. IRIS by Goo Goo Dolls – The greatest love song made. At least, for us. Lyde loves this song. It’s Easter’s favorite. Denver really got the lyrics just so he could sing it over and over. No doubt (clearly) on my part. I love the Dolls. Plus, everyone can sing the song! Everyone knows the song! That’s one really, really good song!
1. SIGE by 6cyclemind – The funny thing about this song is, nobody has ever sung it in our group. I’ll tell you why it’s number one. Of course, inside the videoke place, other people (aside from us) are also there. Usually, we hog the microphone and occupy half the place. But every time the song is for another group, it’s always this song. The drunkards love the song. Even though we don’t like it that much, they keep on singing it. Five times in one night. Now, THAT’s amazing.
That’s the end. I’m sure these songs will be sung again this Friday… Till next time guys! ^_^
Today: TOP TEN VIDEOKE SONGS!
For two straight Fridays now, I've been going home at 3 am in the morning (to my mom's dismay - that was some good reprimand, i tell you) to be with none other than my MASS COM friends (who else?). Anyway, we've decided that Friday is our official Videoke night of the week, where we drown ourselves in alcohol and scream to the songs of our choice- dedicated to the people who make our lives (and work at the SG) desolate and MISERABLE! *special shout out the the assholes who broke our hearts and the people who wouldn't leave us alone!*
And I've come up with the perfect top ten videoke songs for all of us!!! Hurray!
10. HEAVEN KNOWS by Price Rick- ok, not really the hate song i would've wanted this list to start out with. But, really, it's in the top 10. There was one time that the videoke machine got all crazy and listed Heaven Knows 8 times! We wanted to have a competition where we all sing the song and whoever got the highest score would win (duh.)! Unfortunately, Ate (i forgot her first name) decided not to let us sing 8 Heaven Knows... 'alakanse' daw sila. One song is P5.00 by the way.
9. LATER by Fra Lippo Lippi - When Richard sang this song, everybody just melted. And cried. Yep, somebody cried. A guy/gay cried. Ok, so Claudio cried. Probably it was all the beer - but I'd say it was Richard. When he opens his mouth, magic comes out. What a voice! Everybody wanted to make out with him after he finished the song. They were just too priggish to admit it. Haha!
8. BITCH by Meredith Brooks - The first time, it was Lyde who sang it. The second time, it was Kleng. Everybody was up on their feet screaming to the song. I'm a bitch! I'm a lover! I'm a child! I'm a fighter! I'm a sinner! I'm a saint! I do not feel ashamed! Isn’t the song just the most perfect screech-song? LOVE it.
7. BITUING WALANG NINGNING by Sharon Cuneta – Whoever suggested this song seriously wanted to sing it (but was too ashamed to admit it). I ended up singing the rest of the song though. That was when the drunkards and ‘tambay” outside of Country Gents started laughing. To hell with them. I was excellent. ^_^
6. JEALOUS by Nina – I could still clearly remember – six or seven people fought over the microphone to sing the song (myself, included). I don’t know why but when the title appeared on the screen, everybody started getting nutty… Eventually the song ended without anybody getting the chance to sing it properly.
5. BUKAS NA LANG KITA MAMAHALIN by Lani Misalucha – Oh my God. Aiken is the ultimate videoke singer!!! I couldn’t keep my mouth shut (it was wide open) when he started to sing… He sounded like a girl. EXACTLY like a girl. He even hit all the high notes like he was singing the alpahabet song. Whoa. All hail Aiken!
4. CAN’T FIGHT THE MOONLIGHT by Leann Rimes – This is MY signature song. Everybody keeps asking me to sing it every single time we go out for videoke. I don’t really know why. But the way I sung it last Friday, thank God people danced their hearts out. I would’ve looked like an idiot dancing by myself!
3. CHAMPAGNE SUPERNOVA by Oasis – Nobody told me this song existed. Nobody. I didn’t even know it was a song until one of the tambays sung it. It was really cool though. Not to mention, very poetic. “Someday you will find me, caught beneath a landslide in a Champagne Supernova in the sky…” Denver sings his heart (and his intestines) out to this song. If only he could sing in tune (wahaha! Kidding Denv. Luv you!)
2. IRIS by Goo Goo Dolls – The greatest love song made. At least, for us. Lyde loves this song. It’s Easter’s favorite. Denver really got the lyrics just so he could sing it over and over. No doubt (clearly) on my part. I love the Dolls. Plus, everyone can sing the song! Everyone knows the song! That’s one really, really good song!
1. SIGE by 6cyclemind – The funny thing about this song is, nobody has ever sung it in our group. I’ll tell you why it’s number one. Of course, inside the videoke place, other people (aside from us) are also there. Usually, we hog the microphone and occupy half the place. But every time the song is for another group, it’s always this song. The drunkards love the song. Even though we don’t like it that much, they keep on singing it. Five times in one night. Now, THAT’s amazing.
That’s the end. I’m sure these songs will be sung again this Friday… Till next time guys! ^_^