Wednesday, February 23, 2011

More Pork Everyone!


"Too much pork is not good for one's health, but lawmakers don't seem to mind," was Gil Cabacungan Jr.'s opening statement on his article on the Philippine Daily Inquirer entitled Solons vote to award selves with more pork.

Out of 199 House members present at Tuesday's plenary session, only 4 voted to turn down what Bayan Muna Rep. Teddy Casino calls as an additional pork barrel for lawmakers. Only four (4!!!) lawmakers knew that too much pork is bad for the health.


The additional amount would be taken from the multibillion-peso road user's tax, which would give them control of between P20 million and P30 million in funds for their pet public work projects. Moreover, these representatives get P70 million each year in priority development assistance fund (PDAF) allocation.

The House Bill No. 4069 authored by Quezon Rep. Danilo Suarez transfers the disbursement of funds collected from the Motor Vehicle User's Charge (MVUC) Law (otherwise known as the road user's tax) from the Road Board composed of Presidential appointees to the legislators.


Cabacungan Jr. writes, "Suarez said this should not be considered pork barrel as the money would not come from congressional funds. He said the money would stay with the Department of Public Works and Highways and the lawmakers would just designate which projects should receive funding from their respective allocations."


According to Suarez this should address complaints that not all congressional districts were getting their fair share of the road user's tax.


But here is what Casino said in regards to his vote: "We all know that this road user's tax is fraught with anomalies. A lot of exposes and Senate investigations have proven this. We really need to reform the allocation of this fund which involves billions of pesos. But this conversion of the MVUC funds into something like the PDAF, or pork barrel, is not the solution to the problem."


He further explained that it is like transferring water from a pail with a big hole to another pail but with smaller holes of which the effect is that the leakages and opportunities for anomalies will not be plugged.


I guess this is another great milestone for the legislators in their vows to serve the Filipino people. All legislators get more pork, our only hope is that it trickles down to the people because, let me reiterate what Cabacungan Jr. said, "Too much pork is not good for one's health."

Sunday, August 15, 2010

I want to be in love.

I feel so lonely and empty and sad…so I watch love stories, even those with sad endings. And in those two hours when I’m watching those movies, I am transported into a place where I could almost taste what it feels like to be in love.

I just want to love and to be loved back in return. I want a partner whom I could give my whole heart entirely. I want to love with a love that is like fire—I want the kind of love that hits like lightning. I want to make love with a fierce passion that numbs my mind. I want to cuddle at night and share stories and laughter. I want a kind of love that makes me feel at home and peaceful and contented while at the same time happy and joyful and thankful and full of life and adventure.

I want a love that is strong and wild but slow and easy—a love that is heart and soul, completely! I want to share passion and tenderness. I want a love that is full of trust and honesty, full of understanding and caring.

I just want love, love, love, love!!! I want to love so much!!! I want to show tenderness, I want to care, I want to trust, I want to pamper, I want to cuddle, I want to make love; I just want to love with all my heart, with all my mind, with all my soul, and with all my strength!!!

I want to kiss with wild passion, with sweet tenderness, with love. I want to look at that person in the eye and see my soul in his eyes while his soul reflects in mine. I want to share my life, my thoughts, my dreams, my aspirations, my hopes, my emotions, and my passions.

I want to dance in the rain, I want to play in the field, I want to jump off a cliff, I want to climb a mountain, I want to dive in a waterfall, I want to ride a horse, I want to run barefoot in the sand, I want to count the stars, I want to dine on a hilltop, I want to go on a joyride, I want to fish in the sea, I want to sleep on the grasses beneath the stars, I want to go to art galleries, I want to watch plays and concerts and poetry readings—I just want to live and do all these things with someone I love.

I want to grow old with a person I am in love with—I want to be sitting beside him on a rocking chair in the front porch as we hold hands, listen to soft music, and talk about all our adventures, laugh, and just watch people pass by as they go off to their own adventures.

I have so much romantic love to give but no one to give it to. There seems to be no one worth giving it to because I can only give it to a person I can trust—entirely and completely, in big things as well as in small things.

They say falling in love is like giving your heart to another person and letting him point a gun at it and hoping that he would never pull the trigger. I only have one heart; I could not give it to a person who will only pull the trigger.

I want to trust. I want to love. I want to love, love, love, love, love. I want to be in love…so I watch love stories and in that two hours while I’m watching the movie, I almost feel like I’m really in love. I guess I would just have to be contented with falling in love with the guys in the movies because maybe those kinds of guys and that kind of love could only be found in movies, never in real life.

But if someone would just let me, I could give that someone a kind of love that is like that of the movies.

I want to be in love.

But maybe I would never know how it is to be in love.

I am just a romantic fool—so I’ll just have to watch love stories until I grow old.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Never Too Late

It is never too late to be what you might have been!

Saturday, October 3, 2009

I'm Feeling This Song


I HATE THIS PART
By: Pussycat Dolls

We're driving slow through the snow on 5th Avenue
And right now radio's all that we can hear
Now we ain't talked since we left, it's so overdue
It's cold outside but between us it's worse in here

The world slows down
But my heart beats fast right now
I know this is the part
Where the end starts

I can't take it any longer
Thought that we were stronger
All we do is linger
Slipping through my fingers

I don't wanna try now
All that's left's goodbye to
Find a way that I can tell you


I hate this part right here
I hate this part right here
I just can't take these tears
I hate this part right here

Every day, seven takes of the same old scene
Seems we're bound by the laws of the same routine
Gotta talk to you now 'fore we go to sleep
But will we sleep once I tell you what's hurting me?


The world slows down
But my heart beats fast right now
I know this is the part
Where the end starts

I can't take it any longer
Thought that we were stronger

All we do is linger
Slipping through our fingers

I don't wanna try now
All that's left's goodbye to
Find a way that I can tell you

I hate this part right here
I hate this part right here
I just can't take these tears
I hate this part right here

I know you'll ask me to hold on
And carry on like nothing's wrong
But there is no more time for lies
'Cause I see sunset in your eyes


I can't take it any longer
Thought that we were stronger
All we do is linger
Slipping through our fingers

I don't wanna try now
All that's left's GOODBYE to
Find a way that I can tell you

That I gotta do it
I gotta do it
I gotta do it

I hate this part
I gotta do it
I gotta do it
I gotta do it, oh

I hate this part right here
I hate this part right here
I just can't take these tears
I hate this part right here

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Everything Goes In

And there it goes. My hand went it, then my wrist, then my shoulder. Now, his hand went in, his finger, then his thumb, then his wrist. Everything went into his mouth.
Next went the chicken. The multi-colored chicken went in, head first then wings, then tail.
Next that went in was the tiger, a black and orange striped tiger. The tiger went in claws, fangs, and all.
Then the red masked man went in. He was holding a sword and shield but all went in.
Tweety Bird went in too. Sylvester could not catch him, but he went in.
After him, Spiderman went in. Spiderman in full costume could do naught but go in.
Next went Doramon. The little blue alien went in. Not even his extraterrestrial powers could save him.

Well, what would you expect from a 3-months-and-3-weeks-old baby? Of course everything that goes into contact with his mouth, goes in.

Friday, September 11, 2009

beautiful things

i love beautiful things
i love the rain
i love a hot coffee when it rains
i love the stars
i love the moon amidst the stars
i love the night
i love the middle of the night
i love the grasses
i love the grasshoppers on the grasses
i love the twilight
i love the dawning of the light
i love the sea
i love to go skinny dipping in the sea
i love music
i love everything that goes with music
i love landscapes
i love paintings that depict landscapes
i love the wind
i love it on my face, the feel of the wind
i love dreams
i love to stare at nothing and dream
i love the written word
i love the book, the paper,and the pen
i love love...it is supposed to be beautiful
supposed to be...

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Tattoo

It was September 7, 2009 or 9-7-9 or our 29th monthsary. The Goo Goo Dolls told me that I had to bleed to know I’m alive. So to commemorate that day, I decided to feel all the pain my relationship brought me. I got a tattoo.
I had my doubts but I was already sitting on the chair and the tattoo artist—Ming-ming’s hand holding the gun was already only an inch away from my skin. I wanted to say, “Wait!” but the needle touched skin and it was too late. It was either finish it or finish it. There was no choice; the only other option was to go around with an unfinished tattoo, which was no choice at all (of course).
So I let the pain run its course. Well, anyone who went through childbirth would definitely survive it. There was no competition, not even close. But pain is pain and I wanted to feel.
I sat there unmoving, letting the needle run through my skin over and over again; the black ink mixing with my blood. I had to concentrate really hard to recall why I decided to do this to myself. At times I really feel stupid. Everything that has happened is due to the choices I made, so there is no one to blame but me, myself, and I. "When will I ever learn?" is a good question that I have to tattoo in my mind.
After an hour, it was done. I got marked. Like my Cebuano ancestors before me, I too am now a pintados. (Good thing my blood type is O plus; I don’t have to worry about blood donation and such.)
I’m hoping that every time I’ll see this mark on me, I’ll remember that the choices I’ll make could either bring joy or pain. Think twice or a million times over before deciding. But then, maybe I made a wrong move again! How could this mark remind me when it’s at my back? I’d had to look at a mirror to see it. Tsktsktsk!Spring, get a grip! Lest people will see you walking around with your head full of tattoos!

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Found Yah! Rosas ng Digma at Ang Tugon

Rosas ng Digma

Sumibol sa isang panahong marahas
Bawat pagsubok ay iyong hinarap
At hangga’t laya’y di pa nakakamtan
Buhay mo’y laging laan
Namumukadkad at puno ng sigla
Tulad mo’y rosas sa hardin ng digma
At di maiwasang sa’yo ay humanga
Ang tulad kong mandirigma

(Refrain)
Ako’y nangangarap na ika’y makasama
Taglay ang pangakong iingatan kita
Ang ganda mong nahubog sa piling ng masa
Hinding hindi kukupas, di malalanta

Ang kulay mong angkin, sintingkad ng dugo
Nagbibigay-buhay sa bawat puso
Tinik mo’y sagisag ng tapang at giting
Sa langara’y kislap ng bituin

(Repeat refrain twice)

Gaya ng pag-ibig na alay ko sinta


Ang Tugon

Ika’y paru-parong nangahas lumipad
Sa dilim ng gabi pilit na umalpas
Pagkat hanap mo’y ningning at laya ng bukas
Sa aking mundo’y napadpad
Katulad ng iba ay nagmamahal din
Kahit malayo ay liliparin
Upang pag-ibig mo’y iparating
Sa rosas ng iyong paningin

(Refrain)
Ako’y nangangarap na ika’y makasama
Taglay ang pangakong iingatan kita
Ang ganda mong nahubog sa piling ng masa
Hinding hindi kukupas, di malalanta

(Repeat refrain)

Gaya ng pag-ibig na alay ko sinta