rip, michael

I remember watching my first Michael Jackson concert on TV (we couldn’t afford watching it live, and I wouldn’t be allowed inside anyway, small as I was back then) with my parents years and years ago. I remember marveling over the fact that fans actually fainted at the mere sight of him. So strange, the craziness of it, that level of worship. My parents said, in Michael Jackson’s concerts, that kind of reaction was normal.

It must have been terrifying, I thought.

I found out about his death early in the morning on Friday, when CNN was still saying that the reports were unconfirmed but flashed the news anyway: MICHAEL JACKSON IS DEAD. Before the news was confirmed I just remember finding it so surreal that CNN had a correspondent from TMZ. Look, that CNN anchor’s actually listening to the guy! She’s taking him seriously!

Then a call from the LA coroner, and it was official. Here are two articles about Michael Jackson:

Between Ninoy’s killing, EDSA, was ‘Thriller’

Like Orpheus, Michael Jackson was destroyed by his fans

This is one of my favorite Michael Jackson songs/videos. MJ having goofy fun with his sister – as good a memory as any.

just wondering

I wonder if certain local politicians talk about what’s going on in Iran to their friends, their families, and say, That’s horrible. If certain powerful people read this and go, How awful.

Or do they read this –

Candidates naturally have more support in some provinces than in others, like their hometown for example. It’s impossible that a candidate could win by a same margin in every single province as Ahmadinejad, allegedly, has.

– and go, IDIOTS! If you’re going to cheat, make it believable!

But then I remember this

COTABATO CITY — Defying dominant voting patterns in many parts of the country, administration loyalists are delivering the vaunted 12-0 sweep in Maguindanao province for Team Unity (TU) candidates — with Gov. Luis “Chavit” Singson as the topnotcher, based on early returns.

and go, Well.

Just wondering.

oh, to be sure

That resolution will be tested in the Courts, and perhaps maybe even struck out of the record one day. Forgotten, perhaps, but it should stand – and it will stand – as a testament to shame.

No to Conass!

Click on the badge to read the full statement.

smile

Picture’s not mine, it’s Mark U‘s (who’s currently recuperating from a dead toenail). I was holed up in the apartment the whole day Friday, totally missed it. Darn.

smile
say cheese! wait, wait, cheese = moon. *thinks* WOW.


Ang hirap na lang gawan ng tula ang ganitong pangyayari sa kalawakan ano. Parang nangga-gago lang eh, haha.

Well, anyway, other parts of the globe saw a “frown” instead of a “smile”.

The National Geographic News offered this interesting trivia:

In fact, some historians think that a similar conjunction between Jupiter and Venus in 2 B.C. may be the source of the “star of Bethlehem” story related in the Bible.

The stellar pair would have appeared so close together, scholars think, that they might have seemed to meld into one brilliant beacon of light.

Still magical even without the religious overtones. :)

why web 2.0 is love

You come across crazy stuff like Hamlet told via Facebook news feed.

Fave bits:

The king poked the queen.

The queen poked the king back.

Hamlet and the queen are no longer friends.

Marcellus is pretty sure something’s rotten around here.

Hamlet became a fan of daggers.

Hamlet wonders if he should continue to exist. Or not.

Hamlet thinks Ophelia might be happier in a convent.

Ophelia removed “moody princes” from her interests.

Hamlet posted an event: A Play That’s Totally Fictional and In No Way About My Family

The king commented on Hamlet’s play: “What is wrong with you?”

Polonius thinks this curtain looks like a good thing to hide behind.

Polonius is no longer online.

Ophelia loves flowers. Flowers flowers flowers flowers flowers. Oh, look, a river.

Ophelia joined the group Maidens Who Don’t Float.

Laertes wonders what the hell happened while he was gone.

Flowers flowers flowers flowers flowers. Oh, look, a river. AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA.

* * *

Consequently, you end up with online banter like this:

[1:20 PM]<eliza> dapat itry natin sa Florante at Laura ganyan

[1:21 PM]<kate> Florante is tied to a fig tree.

[1:21 PM]<kate> ganyan.

[1:22 PM]<eliza> yes ganyan

[1:22 PM]<kate> hahahahhah

[1:22 PM]<eliza> Florante now likes Muslims.

[1:22 PM]<kate> Florante poked Laura. ganyan.

[1:22 PM]<kate> HAHAHAHAHA

[1:22 PM]<kate> dapat plurk naman.

[1:22 PM]<eliza> ahahahah

[1:22 PM]<eliza> Florante and Laura have reached Nirvana (insert Nirvana emoticon)

[1:23 PM]<kate> HAHAHAHAHAHA

[1:23 PM]<eliza> sabooooog

[1:23 PM]<kate> kaso di ko memorized yung plot ng F&L

[1:24 PM]<kate> dapat news na lang.

[1:24 PM]<kate> JDV III has removed “broadband technology” from his interests.

[1:24 PM]<eliza> HAHAHAHAH gusto ko yan

[1:25 PM]<eliza> De Venecia throws a sheep at GMA.

[1:25 PM]<kate> Mike A is sick.

[1:25 PM]<kate> Mike A has stomach cramps.

[1:25 PM]<kate> Mikey A wants independence

and this is why i’m scared of riding cabs alone

Have you read this article? :( Came out today.

FRIGHT NIGHT IN RETIRO : Coed abducted by angry cabbie
By Nancy C. Carvajal

MANILA, Philippines – When Valeria (not her real name), an 18-year-old University of Santo Tomas student, got into a taxi cab at 2 a.m. last Saturday after attending a school activity, she had no idea that she would be in for a harrowing ride.

After telling the cab driver to take her to Sta. Mesa Heights in Quezon City where she lived, the young girl settled in the back seat for what she thought would be an uneventful ride.

When the driver of the KUL taxi cab with license plate TWC 897 pulled up in front of her house, Valerie took a P1,000 bill from her bag and handed it to him.

To her surprise, the cab driver casually dropped the bill on the floor of the vehicle and took three P20 bills from his pocket.

When Valerie asked for her change, the driver protested, telling her that she gave him only P60.

At this point, Valerie’s mother, who was wondering why it was taking too long for her daughter to get out of the cab, came out of the house and asked what the problem was.

The driver promptly assured her that nothing was wrong although Valerie protested, saying that the man had yet to give her her change.

As Valerie started arguing with the driver, her mother went to the barangay hall from across the street to ask for help from the tanod (watchmen).

Sped away

As she walked into the barangay hall, the taxi driver suddenly stepped on the gas and sped away, with Valerie still inside the vehicle.

The mother immediately ran back to their house, woke up her husband and told him about the incident.

Alarmed, the man got into his car and gave chase. When he failed to find the taxicab, he went back to their house to pick up his wife.

The mother later received a text message from Valerie, telling them that she was near a gas station from across the Lourdes Church on Retiro Street.

The couple rushed to the area and found their daughter, with blood on her face, knees and clothes.

Read more at the original link. God, how horrible. :( Be safe, everyone.

newcomer, etcetera, etc.

I usually hate structured events. Like seminars, orientations, company-sponsored parties. Anything that involves name tags and games. And presentations (group dance, interpretative or otherwise [leadership seminars are big on this]; skit, a sharing session of sorts that must culminate in an artwork [“The Youth’s Plan for the Future” or some similar shit]).

I sound like a scrooge, but it’s the awkwardness that gets me. And the silence after an event host (bright-eyed, cheerful, hooked on caffeine) asks a question. In that silence you know somebody wants to answer but doesn’t want to be branded as an eager beaver. People hate eager beavers. And it’s embarrassing. And absolutely uncool. It’s just a fucking seminar, why will you be so excited? So everyone assumes a bored expression and the event becomes lethargic.

But the Newcomers’ Get-Together at work was okay. I got invited because apparently the definition of “newcomer” in this company is n. someone who has not yet attended a newcomers’ party. So I’m a “newcomer”, even though I’ve been here for a little over a year. Food from Friday’s. And chocolates. And tsismis! (A staff writer used to work as the band manager of Yano. HOLYPAKINGSHET. Writer said: “Para lang akong yaya.”)

And chocolates!

I still don’t know why the employees’ center has so many chocolates. Do they (HR personnel) create those spontaneously? Is that included in their qualifications? Computer literate, hardworking, has the ability to conjure chocolates from thin air. And why won’t they eat them themselves? If I worked there I’d—

Well. Thank goodness I didn’t work there.

There was a game (yeah, yeah) where you’d write your first impression on a piece of paper taped to the person’s back. Here’s what I got:

matalino, energetic (Edson wrote this. I used to be his trainee back during my internship days, so I don’t know if these really were his first impressions of me or if he’s just being nice)

kwela

nice

mabait and shy


Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

* * *

Anyway, just read this and found it hilarious/sad/infuriating:

[Capiz Rep.] Del Rosario said liquid fertilizer was fit, not for rice, but for ornamental plants.

Bolante replied that Capiz had become a promising exporter of ornamental plants.

PESTE. Sounded like the sort of thing you’d tell your mom if you wanted to piss her off.

* * *

And I was just about to post this blog entry when I got a call from a reader very intimately connected to the subject of an article I’ve written before. Reader said: “When I read the article, I thought, ‘She’s fantastic! She got everything right!’ A lot of people have written about this and I remember having to correct them all the time but this…this article was just perfect.”

She said she was calling in behalf of the family, to thank me.

I am grateful. :D Thanks, Universe.