Wednesday, October 2, 2019

Star City will die?

Lisa Macuja, wife of Fred Elizalde, owner of Star City, showed authorities a Twitter post saying "Star City will die."

The Bureau of Fire Protection (BFP) on Wednesday assessed that 80 to 90% of the Star City compound in Pasay City, which includes the Manila Broadcasting Company (MBC) building and Aliw Theater, was razed by fire, according to a report by Maki Pulido on GMA News TV’s Balitanghali.

The iconic 28-year-old amusement park, Star City, located in Pasay City was hit by fire early Wednesday.

The massive park, which is located in the reclaimed area of the Cultural Center of the Philippines Complex, is a common destination of school field trips and of children after they receive their cash gifts from godparents during the Christmas season.

The complex also boasts of holding shows, including ballet performances.

Sadly, the site will be closed this Christmas season after 60% of the compound was gutted in the fire that lasted for more than four hours.

Firefighters were wondering why different parts of Star City seemed to have started burning almost at the same time.

The amusement park has 600 workers.

Despite the catastrophe, MBC, which has 300 employees, will continue the regular broadcasting operations of its FM stations Love Radio, Yes the Best, and Easy Rock.

Its AM station dzRH is expected to go back on-air within 48 hours

Tuesday, August 13, 2019

Cinemalaya John Denver Trending

The film was shot entirely in Pandan, Antique, Condez’s home province. Only Meryll Soriano and Sunshine Teodoro are professional actors. The rest of the cast members led by neophyte child actor Jansen Magpusao are either Condez’s relatives or childhood friends. Magpusao’s family lives in a mountain resort in Pandan, Antique called Malumpati Cold Spring.

The movie is close to my heart (pounded to the core during the almost two-hour screening) for two reasons: First, the movie is in Kinaray-a, the language of my province- Antique. It has English subtitles for non-Antiqueños. Second, it’s about the scourge of online disinformation – the issue that our group, VERA Files, is actively helping to fight.

The movie was shot in its entirety in Pandan, a town in the northern part of Antique ,where the family of the current representative, Loren Legarda, comes from. The Zaldivar family (the late Supreme Court Justice Calixto Zaldivar, former Governor Enrique Zaldivar, former Governor Sally Perez-Zaldivar) are also from Pandan.

The movie is rich in local sound and color. One even hears in the background the” tiktik.” In our childhood days, we were told that was the sound of the “aswang.”

Also worth noting is Meryll Soriano, who enfleshes John Denver’s mother with the kind of quiet but forceful dignity and devotion that the role requires.

A clear strength of the film is its rural and “regional” world, with its culturally simultaneous reality being succinctly captured in the depiction of communal faith healers paradoxically coexisting with smart phones, thereby suggesting not so much rupture as continuity between the regime of memory and the regime of data, especially where the residual but entirely determinative power of orality is concerned.

The condemnation that falls squarely on the shoulders of the wrongly accused boy is enabled not only by the manipulability—and the selectivity—of video as a medium, but also by this unfortunate boy’s (class) identity, his unimportance and “dispensability” as a marginal person in this world.

The domination of Kinaray-a speaking film “John Denver Trending” during this year’s Cinemalaya Philippine Independent Film Festival made a strong statement: stop cyberbullying, which can be disastrous, or worse even fatal.

Tuesday, July 3, 2018

Australia vs Philippines

Nine Philippine players were also ejected after the nasty confrontation but, in farcical scenes, the match continued with just three Philippine players still eligible to be on the court.

They then deliberately fouled the Australians so they could gradually be disqualified from the game and bring an early end to the drama that ended with an 89-53 win to the Boomers with 1min 57sec left in the third quarter.

A long delay followed as officials from FIBA and both countries engaged in a discussion, leaving the score in Australia’s favour at 79-48.

A local official appealed to the crowd to remain calm and show the Boomers respect.
Some of the most sickening scenes saw players being punched and kicked while they were lying helpless on the floor, while one Australian had a chair thrown at his head by someone who wasn’t even a player.

Reyes was apologetic about the situation getting out of hand but alleged Kickert hit several Filipino stars during the warm-up, which contributed to the flare-up that saw Kickert floor Roger Ray Pogoy after he fouled Boomers guard Chris Goulding.

Monday, July 3, 2017

The judges saw it otherwise.

In the power punches department, Manny Pacquiao landed 123 of his 380, and Jeff Horn connecting on only 73 of his 428 power punches.

But the judges saw it otherwise.

Based on numbers that were shown him after the fight, Manny Pacquiao felt he was robbed the way he’d been robbed before.

“We won the fight,” said Pacquiao hours after he lost his WBO welterweight title yesterday to undefeated Australian Jeff Horn.

Pacquiao had the numbers and the tape of the fight to back up his claim.

“It’s clear naman, kahit (even if) i-review mo ang fight,” he said after taking the damaging loss before 51,052 fans at the Suncorp Stadium.

At 38 and at the final bend of his career, Pacquiao can’t afford to take another loss.

He has lost four times in his nine fights the last five years, and losing the “Battle of Brisbane” is not going to help him draw the fights he wants as the sun goes down.

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On top of the ring, in the middle of the packed stadium, Pacquiao took the loss in stride, saying there’s nothing else to do but accept defeat.

“It’s okay. It’s part of the game,” he said as his fans cheered.

“That’s the decision of the judges. I respect that,” added the humble senator.

But Compubox numbers were all over the Internet after the bloody welterweight contest, saying that Pacquiao threw less but landed more punches.

In the power punches department, Pacquiao landed 123 of his 380, and Horn connecting on only 73 of his 428 power punches.

Pacquiao also had the better and more accurate jab, going 59-of-193 compared to the Australian who landed only 19 jabs out of 197 thrown.

The total punch stats showed that Pacquiao was the better puncher, who lost a unanimous decision.

Teddy Atlas, the great trainer, was among the many who felt Pacquiao was robbed.

“They gave a win, a huge win, to the local kid for trying hard. You’re not supposed to get it for trying hard. You’re supposed to get it for winning and I thought Pacquiao won the fight if you go by the real rules of who lands the cleaner punches,” said Atlas, one of the ring commentators.

A report by was plated on the Internet telling how Atlas, who trained Tim Bradley for this third fight with Pacquiao, approached Horn after the fight.

“Congratulations, (you’re) a great athlete. I thought you lost, but great effort. Did you feel, after that ninth round when you heard the referee saying ‘I’m going to stop this fight if you don’t do something’, that you were winning that fight?” said Atlas.

In 36 minutes, Pacquiao threw a total of 573 punches and landed 182.

Horn, on the other hand, threw a grand total of 625 punches and landed only 92.

Wednesday, September 7, 2016

Buhay ng isang Puta

Tingin ng mga bobong kapitbahay ko, puta daw ako. Nagpapagamit, binabayaran. Sabi nila, ako raw ang pinakamaganda at pinakasikat sa aming lugar noon. ‘Di ko nga alam kung sumpa ito, dahil dito naletse ang kinabukasan ko.

Tara, makinig ka muna sa kuwento ko, yosi muna tayo.

Alam mo, maraming lumapit sa akin. Nagkagusto at naakit. Ang hirap pag lahat sa iyo, virgin eh. Tinanggap ko naman silang tao, bakit kaya nila ako ginago? Hindi ko maintindihan ang mga nangyari sa akin. Bukas-palad ko naman silang pinakitunguhan, ni hindi ko nga itinuring na iba. Iniisip ko na nga lang na kasi ‘di sila taga rito kaya siguro talagang ganoon.

Tatlong malilibog na foreigners ang nagpiyesta sa katawan ko. Sabi nila na-rape daw ako.

Sa tatlong beses akong nagahasa, ang pinakahuli ang ‘ di ko makalilimutan.

Parang maski ‘di ko ginusto ang mga nangyari, hinahanap-hanap ko siya. Kasi, ibang-iba ang hagod niya. Umiikot ang mundo ko sa tuwing ginagamit niya ako. May mga pagkakaton na nasusuka na ”ko sa mga nangyayari sa aming dalawa. Parang ‘pag humahalinghing siya, nararamdaman ko na nalalason ako. Gusto ko mang umayaw, hindi ko makuhang humindi. Hindi ko rin alam kung bakit. Ibang klase din kasi siyang mag-sorry eh, lalo pa at inalagaan niya ako at ang mga naging anak ko.

Alam mo, parating ang dami naming regalo – may chocolates, yosi at ano ka! May datung pa! Nakababaliw siya! Alam kong ginagamit lang niya ako, pero pagamit naman ako nang pagamit. Sa kanya namin natutunan mag-ingles, ‘di lang magsulat ha! Magbasa pa!

Nung kinasama ko siya, guminhawa ang buhay namin. Sosyal na sosyal kami! Ewan ko nga ba, akala ko napapamahal na ako sa kanya. Akala ko tuloy-tuloy na ang kaligayahan namin; ‘yun pala unti-unti niya akong pinapatay.

Punyetang buhay! Sa dami ng lason na sinaksak niya sa katawan ko, muntik na akong malaspag. Ang daming nagsabi na ang tanga-tanga ko. Palayasin ko na raw. Taon ang binilang bago ako natauhang makinig sa payo. Iniisip ko kasi na parang ‘di ko kakayanin na mawala siya sa akin… Sa amin! .

Sa tulong ng ilan sa mga anak ko, napalayas ko ang demonyo, pero ang hirap magsimula. Hindi nga ako sigurado kung nabunutan ako ng tinik o nadagdagan pa. Masyado na kasi kaming nasanay sa sarap ng buhay na naranasan namin sa kanya, kaya eto, nabaon kami sa utang. Lubog na lubog kami sa pagkakautang, kulang yata pati kaluluwa namin para ibayad sa mga inutang namin.

Nakakahiya mang aminin, pero hanggang ngayon, sa tuwing mabigat ang problema ko, siya ang tinatakbuhan ko. ‘Yun nga lang, kapit sa patalim, sabi nga nila. Para akong isang aso na nangagat ng amo, na bumabahag ang buntot at umaamo kapag nangangailangan.

Usap-usapan ako ng mga kapitbahay ko. May nanghihinayang, namumuhi at naaawa. Puta na kasi ang isang magandang katulad ko. Ang dating hinahangaan at humahalina ay nabibili na sa murang halaga. Alam mo maski ganun ang mga nangyari sa akin, nilakasan ko pa rin ang loob ko.

Kailangang makita ng mga anak ko na masasandalan nila ako maski ano pang mangyari.
Maski ano pa ang sabihin ng iba, sinisikap namin na maging maganda ang buhay namin. Nag-aambisyon kami at nangangarap. Ayun, may mga anak ako na nasa Japan, Hong Kong, Saudi. Yung iba nag-US, Canada, Europe. ‘Yung iba ayaw umalis sa akin. Halos lahat, wala naman silbi. Masaya daw sa piling ko, maski amoy pusali ako.

Sa dami ng mga anak ko na nagsisikap na tulungan ang kalagayan namin, siya din ang dami ng mga anak ko na nanamantala sa kabuhayan at kayaman na itinatabi ko para sa punyetang kinabukasan naming lahat. Eto na nga ang panahon na halos di na kami makaahon sa hirap ng buhay. Napakahirap dahil nasanay na kami sa ginhawa at sarap.

Alam mo, gusto ko na sanang tumigil sa pagpuputa, kaso ang laki talaga ng letseng utang ko eh. Palaki pa nang palaki! Paano na lang ang mga anak kong naiwan sa aking puder? At paano na lang ang mga anak kong nasa abroad? Baka ‘di na nila ako balikan o bisitahin man lang? Hindi na importante kung laspagin man ang ganda ko, madama lang ng mga anak ko ang pagmamahal ko.

Malaman nila na ibibigay ko ang lahat para sa kanila.

Sa tuwing titingin ako sa salamin, alam ko maganda pa rin ako. Mayroon pa ding bilib sa akin. Napapag-usapan pa rin. Sa tuwing nakikita ko ang mukha ko sa salamin, nakikita ko ang mga anak ko. Tutulo na lang ang mga luha ko nang ‘di ko namamalayan. Ang gagaling nga ng mga anak ko eh, namamayagpag kahit saan sila pumunta. Mahusay sa kahit anong gawain. Tama man o mali.

Sa dami ng mga anak ko, iilan lang ang may malasakit sa akin. May malasakit man, nahihilaw pa.
Mabigat dalahin para sa akin, ang katotohanan na ni minsan ay hindi kami naging isang pamilya. Halos lahat ng mga anak ko, galit sa isa’t isa. IIlan ang gustong magtulungan, naghihilahan pa. Madalas kong itinatanong sa sarili ko kung naging masama ba akong nanay para magturingan nang ganito ang mga anak ko?

Kanino bang similya ng demonyo nanggaling ang mga anak kong maituturing mong may mga pinag-aralan, pero nakadadama ng saya at sarap sa paghihirap ng kapatid nila? ‘ Di ko lubos maisip kung saang impiyerno nanggaling ang kasakiman ng ilan sa mga anak kong ito. Sila pa naman ang inaasahan kong magbabangon sa amin. Nakababaliw isipin na natitiis nila ang kalagayan ng kanilang mga kapatid na halos mamatay sa hirap ng buhay. Parang ‘di sila magkakapatid sa tindi ng pagkaganid at walang pagmamalasakit.

Ang ‘di ko akalain ay mismong mga anak ko pa ang tuluyang sisira sa akin. Kinapital ang laspag na ganda ko. Masaya sila sa mga nabibili nila mula sa pinagputahan ko. Buong angas nilang pinagyayabang ang mga pansamantalang yaman at ang kanilang hilaw na pagkatao sa mga makakakita at makikinig. Talaga bang nakakalula ang materyal na kayamanan at mga titulong ikinakabit sa pangalan? Hindi ko maintindihan.

Minsan sa pagtingin ko sa salamin, ni hindi ko na nga kilala sarili ko.

Dadating na naman ang Pasko, sana maalala naman ako ng mga anak ko. Ilang linggo pa, magbabagong taon na. Natatakot ako sa taong darating. Ngayon pa lang usap-usapan na ang susunod na pangbubugaw sa akin. Gagamitin pa nila ang kahinaan ng mga kapatid nilang alipin sa kalam ng tiyan. Sa tagal ng panahong ganito ang sitwasyon namin parang eto lang ang sulok na gagalawan ko. Sana may magtanggol naman sa akin. Ipaglaban naman nila ako. Gusto kong isigaw: “Ina ninyo ako!

Pagmamahal n’yo lang ang kailangan ko!”

Sensya na, ang haba na ng drama ko. Masisira na ang make up ko nito eh. Salamat ha, pinakinggan mo ako. Malaking bagay sa akin na nakausap kita. Ang tagal nating nag-usap, ‘di man lang ako nagpapakilala.

Ay sorry, ‘di ko nasabi pangalan ko.

Pilipinas nga pala.

Thursday, February 18, 2016

I finally decided to vote for Pacquiao

It has been a while before I finally decided to vote for Pacquiao. At first, I was really thinking if we needed him when he can’t even attend the seat in the congress. He is not a legislator nor a public servant on the basis of his profession. He is far from what a political leader should be.

However, after his remarks against LGBT that drew bashing and a campaign against him specifically led by LGBT personalities like Vice Ganda and other celebs who are pro LGBT, I have seen the clear red line between standing in the world and standing within the “sound” Christian doctrine and dignity that upholds morality in its highest sense, I decided finally to vote for Manny Pacquiao.

First, I have seen someone who is not a politician, and is far from a foolitician. He is not there to please the ears of his potential voters but to tell them and guide them to what is right. It’s not money or vote, it’s about pleasing God. We rarely see these among the candidates, and Manny is one of those rare candidates.

Manny’s remark is his opinion about the homosexual lifestyle. Everybody has to respect that. Even Vice Ganda. It’s not bigotry as most LGBT claims.

LGBT call those who do not believe in them as bigot. This is how “LGBT” addresses the people which is definitely “discrimination”, disrespectful in the opinion of others, and how they try to “unbalance” the law of the land by making proposals that will “ONLY” benefit them.

We need a Manny who stands by the truth and uprightness no matter how LGBT call him, bash him, and persecute him. We as Christians however need to learn how to stand by him.

Proverbs 16:12

It is an abomination for kings to commit wicked acts, For a throne is established on righteousness.

Proverbs 29:2

When the righteous increase, the people rejoice, But when a wicked man rules, people groan.

Secondly, who among the senatoriables fear God more than Manny? I always believe that if you want to have a better nation, we need to have godly leaders, leaders who fear God above all. Leaders who follow God’s will. How many more fooliticians should we vote?

We do not need another foolitician in place. We need to have politicians who are not a lover of money, not morally degraded, and a man who fears God.

Proverbs 11:14

Where there is no guidance the people fall, But in abundance of counselors there is victory.

It’s time to stand as Christians, Christians who stands by the truth and for the truth. Many will persecute those stand by the truth. But if God is with us, who can be against us? (Romans 8:31)

DICLAIMER: I am not discriminating LGBT, but I don’t believe in what they are fighting for. Practicing homosexual lifestyle is a lifestyle that is against to what the Bible says.

Sino ba ang dapat mong paniwalaan? Si Vice Ganda na kelangan mang-insulto para makapag patawa? O si Manny na nakakainsulto dahil sa pagsasabi ng kanyang paninindagan at pananampalataya?

TO VICE GANDA, hope you will read this.

Stop teaching our children how to insult people just to make others laugh. Stop educating our children and teaching them homosexuality is ok. We are Filipino, and homosexual lifestyle is very “unFilipino”. We do not want our children to be homosexuals, we want to them to be God fearing and morally upright.

Nobody is discriminating you on whatever you choose in life. Nobody is stopping you to do whatever you like as long as it is within the bounds of our laws, but HANDS OFF to what what we believe, HANDS OFF to our faith. HANDS OFF in teaching our children.

We do not believe in Homosexual lifestyle. We love all people, including you and LGBT as a community. But DON’T MAKE us SWALLOW your lifestyle, we can’t take it. We uphold Christian values and we will always teach that it is NOT what God wants for a Man and for a Woman.

-just a repost

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Mamasapano Clash

If it not be disrespectful to the grieving of the widows, I wonder if it is permissible for me to think that the justice she called for – in tearfully coming to accept that her husband is a national hero fallen – moves beyond the gut-wrenching demand in grief for retributive justice. Was she demanding, somewhat in the spirit of the law of retribution, the lex talionis, that for her husband and every fallen soldier, an enemy’s wife lose the same number of husbands among the enemy be killed? Was she demanding an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, so that for every soldier shot at close range in the face, and enemy soldier be shot in the face, for every limb severed, an enemy limb be severed? Was she demanding that the cycle of violence be renewed with a vengeance so that Mindanao be returned again from a land of promise to a vale of tears?

Or was she calling for justice for the lives of the fallen because the militaristic police operation had evidently been botched? The somber ceremony of the necrological services was eclipsing this. Was she calling for justice even for the person to whom she was appealing for justice, the Commander in Chief, who had entrusted the sensitive mission of heroes to the discretion of a police commander of assailed integrity whom the Ombudsman had suspended for suspected graft and corruption? Was she calling for justice because the mission of heroes was now associated with baser motives covetous of a foreigner’s bounty? Was she calling for justice because the mission that could have been successful failed because the proper coordination with the military had not been made, or the proper coordination with the nation’s partner for peace on the ground in Mindanao, the MILF, as had been agreed for such operations, had been discounted?

It is with the strains of our national anthem in mind, that the image of the children of Mamasapano is so poignant. They are children, Moros and Filipinos too, walking for peace. They are not walking in a circle of violence, which in their future leads them only to be the parents of children of violence in unending killing and war. They are walking out of decades and centuries of war into the dream that we all share of something of heaven marking our life on earth in the Pearl of the Orient Seas: “…buhay ay langit sa piling mo.” It is a dream, an appeal, a journey for peace.

In this light, the three hundred bayani were not sent into Mamasapano to kill Muslims, nor to kill the peace process, nor even to kill anyone. They were sent in to serve arrest warrants for terrorists, to serve the instruments of justice in peace. They were not sent in to distinguish between the BIFF and the MILF in a small town of intertwined families and traditions nor to make judgments on any of them. How could they do this? They were sent in to serve warrants of arrest on two persons.

Under the leadership of the MILF, we must all appreciate, these are children of warriors who themselves are walking away from the way of guns and violence into the way of peace. They are our partners in peace. The decommissioning of arms accord in Malaysia yesterday between the MILF and the Philippine Government brings this partnership a step further. It is an agreement that goes deeply counter to local culture of power and personal recognition in the possession of arms, but it is an agreement forged in the hope of a higher culture of democratic negotiation and waging peace through forged agreements.

Those who have little opportunity to learn of Islam and perhaps even of Christianity and come to an appreciation of the history, culture and peoples of Mindanao, and those who have not yet had the opportunity to appreciate the provisions of the proposed Bangsamoro Basic Law nor had the opportunity to learn of the spirit of the autonomy provisions in1987 Constitution must appreciate that the MILF is not calling for an Islamic State that uses centralized power to eliminate the non Muslim. The MILF is standing to a Bangsamoro which recognizes a diversity of religions, the Philippine Constitution, the rule of law, the wisdom of democracy, the vested rights of current property owners, the importance of a second and more difficult Jihad of education, the full demands of social justice.

We can embrace each other as brothers and sisters,

Neighbors, partners, friends, and fellow Filipinos,

living in peace – a just and lasting peace in our homeland that you also call your promised land.

We mourn together for our loss.

Let us work together to attain justice and lasting peace

so that what happened in the cornfields of Mamasapano

and other battlefields in Mindanao

will never happen again.


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