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[06 Nov 2005|01:01pm]

You know how the government is cracking down on pirated Windows users and crap? Well, may nakakatawang kwento yung tatay ko. Sabi niya, sa Aklan raw, when the NBI (or whatever government agency is supposed to do this crap) raided the AMA schools there, they found no computers. That's right, no computers in AMA. When the people were asked why there were no computers in their computer school, they denied everything and said that all they did there was teach people how to type on typewriters. Wahaha. Same thing with some law offices there, when the authorities came, the people were all using typewriters and they claimed that they've been using typewriters since forever.

 

 

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-yikes that was dubious, wag mo nang uulitin yun 2- [30 Oct 2005|10:57am]

Haha. Buti uminom tayo, or I still wouldn't have had a reason to take a bath. Tangina. Ang baho nung damit ko. Kapag suot mo kasi yung mabahong damit, di mo mapapansin. Paglabas ko ng shower after taking a bath, tangina, amoy patay na daga yung kubeta. Last time I took a bath was the last time I went to gym, which was like umm, Monday ata. Yeah, you got that right, I went to gym and didn't take a bath for four days after. Haha.

 

I had green stars for lunch.

 

Alam niyo naman siguro yung kantang Bahay Kubo; dun sa kantang yun, may part na "...sigarilyas at mani, sitaw, bataw, patani!" Anyway, yung sigarilyas, kapag sinilice (haha, that word is soooo dumb) mo crosswise, it looks like cute little stars. Haha. First time kong nakakita ng sigarilyas na mukhang stars. Ang cute sobra. Even if I knew they were going to taste like shit, I ate some anyway.

 

Oo nga pala, I can now legitimately say "This tastes like shit."  Dati kasi, kumain kami ni Legaspi at AJ sa Tribu, tapos umorder ako ng isaw na baboy. Medyo mapait yung lasa, which is weird, and Aaron said na hindi raw kasi malinis yung pagkagawa and that was actually shit I was eating. Wahahaha. It tasted like shit. Rufulamaw.

 

Mmm. That felt nice right there kanina. Buti di nakita ni Legaspi. And it's also good that he doesn't read this. If he saw that and he read this, he'd put two and two together and figure it out. And that'd be complicated. I'm not dumb, I know na bawal nang maulit.

 

Hey Ferriols, it was nice seeing you. I'm coming back sa tres, sana magkita pa tayo. Na-miss kita Ferrios (says this without maintaining eye-contact), kamusta? Hahahaha.

 

Tangina, no int3rn@t until Thursday. What the fuck am I gonna do? Bleh.

 

I'm gonna miss my friends. (STFU FAGGOT. Real men don't miss their friends. Real men are big and macho. They don't have feelings and all that girly stuff.) Yeah... Tangina niyo lahat. Fuck you all. I hate you all. I'm a manly man.

 

Haha. Too much sugar.
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-yikes that was dubious, wag mo nang uulitin yun-2 [30 Oct 2005|04:09am]

Haha. Buti uminom tayo, or I still wouldn't have had a reason to take a bath. Tangina. Ang baho nung damit ko. Kapag suot mo kasi yung mabahong damit, di mo mapapansin. Paglabas ko ng shower after taking a bath, tangina, amoy patay na daga yung kubeta. Last time I took a bath was the last time I went to gym, which was like umm, Monday ata. Yeah, you got that right, I went to gym and didn't take a bath for four days after. Haha.

 

I had green stars for lunch.

 

Alam niyo naman siguro yung kantang Bahay Kubo; dun sa kantang yun, may part na "...sigarilyas at mani, sitaw, bataw, patani!" Anyway, yung sigarilyas, kapag sinilice (haha, that word is soooo dumb) mo crosswise, it looks like cute little stars. Haha. First time kong nakakita ng sigarilyas na mukhang stars. Ang cute sobra. Even if I knew they were going to taste like shit, I ate some anyway.

 

Oo nga pala, I can now legitimately say "This tastes like shit."  Dati kasi, kumain kami ni Legaspi at AJ sa Tribu, tapos umorder ako ng isaw na baboy. Medyo mapait yung lasa, which is weird, and Aaron said na hindi raw kasi malinis yung pagkagawa and that was actually shit I was eating. Wahahaha. It tasted like shit. Rufulamaw.

 

Mmm. That felt nice right there kanina. Buti di nakita ni Legaspi. And it's also good that he doesn't read this. If he saw that and he read this, he'd put two and two together and figure it out. And that'd be complicated. I'm not dumb, I know na bawal nang maulit.

 

Hey Ferriols, it was nice seeing you. I'm coming back sa tres, sana magkita pa tayo. Na-miss kita Ferrios (says this without maintaining eye-contact), kamusta? Hahahaha.

 

Tangina, di ko na kilala si Tanya. Akala mo dati ang bait-bait niya. Tapos kanina, ang lakas uminom, naka isang shot ata siya nung juice na may patak ng gin. Hahahaha. Akala mo rin ambait-bait ni Tanya, yun pala, hayok sa seks yang babae na yan. Kaya pala nagkalabuan kayo ni Fabros e. Sobra ka! Di ka kaya ni Ryan "Mr. Prim and Proper" Fabros. Hayok! Joke lang! Peace.

 

Tangina, no int3rn@t until Thursday. What the fuck am I gonna do? Bleh.

 

I'm gonna miss my friends. :( (STFU FAGGOT. Real men don't miss their friends. Real men are big and macho. They don't have feelings and all that girly stuff.) Yeah... Tangina niyo lahat. Fuck you all. I hate you all. I'm a manly man.

 

Haha. Too much sugar.

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-yikes that was dubious, wag mo nang uulitin yun- 2 [30 Oct 2005|04:06am]

Haha. Buti uminom tayo, or I still wouldn't have had a reason to take a bath. Tangina. Ang baho nung damit ko. Kapag suot mo kasi yung mabahong damit, di mo mapapansin. Paglabas ko ng shower after taking a bath, tangina, amoy patay na daga yung kubeta. Last time I took a bath was the last time I went to gym, which was like umm, Monday ata. Yeah, you got that right, I went to gym and didn't take a bath for four days after. Haha.

 

I had green stars for lunch.

 

Alam niyo naman siguro yung kantang Bahay Kubo; dun sa kantang yun, may part na "...sigarilyas at mani, sitaw, bataw, patani!" Anyway, yung sigarilyas, kapag sinilice (haha, that word is soooo dumb) mo crosswise, it looks like cute little stars. Haha. First time kong nakakita ng sigarilyas na mukhang stars. Ang cute sobra. Even if I knew they were going to taste like shit, I ate some anyway.

 

Oo nga pala, I can now legitimately say "This tastes like shit."  Dati kasi, kumain kami ni Legaspi at AJ sa Tribu, tapos umorder ako ng isaw na baboy. Medyo mapait yung lasa, which is weird, and Aaron said na hindi raw kasi malinis yung pagkagawa and that was actually shit I was eating. Wahahaha. It tasted like shit. Rufulamaw.

 

Mmm. That felt nice right there kanina. Buti di nakita ni Legaspi. And it's also good that he doesn't read this. If he saw that and he read this, he'd put two and two together and figure it out. And that'd be complicated. I'm not dumb, I know na bawal nang maulit.

 

Hey Ferriols, it was nice seeing you. I'm coming back sa tres, sana magkita pa tayo. Na-miss kita Ferrios (says this without maintaining eye-contact), kamusta? Hahahaha.

 

Tangina, di ko na kilala si Tanya. Akala mo dati ang bait-bait niya. Tapos kanina, ang lakas uminom, naka isang shot ata siya nung juice na may patak ng gin. Hahahaha. Akala mo rin ambait-bait ni Tanya, yun pala, hayok sa seks yang babae na yan. Kaya pala nagkalabuan kayo ni Fabros e. Sobra ka! Di ka kaya ni Ryan "Mr. Prim and Proper" Fabros. Hayok! Joke lang! Peace.

 

Tangina, no int3rn@t until Thursday. What the fuck am I gonna do? Bleh.

 

I'm gonna miss my friends. :( (STFU FAGGOT. Real men don't miss their friends. Real men are big and macho. They don't have feelings and all that girly stuff.) Yeah... Tangina niyo lahat. Fuck you all. I hate you all. I'm a manly man.

 

Haha. Too much sugar.

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n s [28 Oct 2005|12:27pm]
green stars stiny clothes
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-it's raining in basin city- [27 Oct 2005|08:16pm]

Wow. May libro na pala yung Postsecret.

 

You guys don't know Scott McCloud (I imagine very few people would) but he once said that the future of comic books would eventually lead to the internet. He said the html was the new paper. Hehe. I think he was the original webcomic man.

 

If you like reading comics but you have no money or if you are bored and have nothing else to do on the net, here's a bunch of places you could go to:

 

Scott McCloud's Online Comics

 

 A Softer World

 This one's a lot like Postsecret, only not. Just check it out.

 

Here's a whole bunch of crap I can't be bothered to link separately. 

 

 VG Cats

 This one has cute cats.

 

My Extra Life

This one is mostly about videogames. 

 

Those are the ones I visit when I'm bored, if you like them, you can Google up "webcomics" and find a bunch more.

 

Frank Miller draws such depressing art. It'll really bring you down just looking at it (goes very well with the mood of Sin City), but I tell you, when you see the rain that rains on Marv. Shibui (I am probably using this in the wrong way, but you probably get what I mean. I wish it could rain like that in in the real world. Haha. I sound so escapist.

 

Tangina, ayaw tumigil nung ulan, it's been raining since I woke up. 

dream a little of me

-productivity is in the eye of the beholder- [27 Oct 2005|02:49pm]

I finished my second James Clavell book last weekend up at the farm (up at the farm is correct kasi Pangasinan is in the North), and it was good. I bought Tai-Pan way back in second year, right after I finished reading Paco's Shogun, but I never really found the time to get past the first page. It was a nice long read, it kept me from being too bored in the farm and now, I feel like reading the rest of the Asian Saga. Unfortunately, wala akong pera. Even if I did, I bet I'd use it on something else.

 

My mama couldn't bear to watch them kill the little piggy. Pinagtatawanan ko siya kasi ayaw niyang tingnan (even though she brought out a camera to take pictures). Sabi niya sa akin, "Di ko kayang panoorin, inalagaan ko yang baboy na yan e."

 

Tinanong akong nung tatay ko kung gusto kong patayin yung baboy, as in ako yung sasaksak. I told him na ayaw ko, not because I any sort of feelings against killing the pig, or because I was afraid that I'd like the feeling of sticking a knife in something living and breathing. I didn't want to do it because I don't really like getting up close and personal to animals. They sorta scare me.

 

Whenever AJ comes over, and he plays with the dogs, I'm always like "What the fuck man, don't touch the animals. They're gross" Haha. When I grow up, I'm going to get a nice big dog for my kids para di na ako mandiri sa kanila.

 

I had dinner with my Sibol batchmates over at Gerry's Grill. Grabe. Walang pinagkaiba. Sabi ko nga kay Echiverri, "Tingnan mo tsong, tayo-tayo pa rin nila Legaspi yung magkakatabi, tapos sila Aguirre at Marfori at Lirios sa kabila, tapos si Lacson sa gitna." Tapos tatawa kami, as if it was some sort of private joke. I miss my batchmates, not all of them, but collectively. When you spend a lot of time with people, you never really forget the feeling, and it's a welcome feeling.

 

Lirios said na ininvite raw siya ng kaibigan niya na magstand-up comedy sa isang bar sa Makati. TANGINA. Ang daya. I want to do that. But I lack the guts to do it. Kailangan mo ng bayag para sa mga ganyan e. They say it takes a lot of guts to stand up and risk to get laughed at. Fuck that, it takes more guts to stand up and risk NOT getting laughed at. That's one of my fantasies, to become a stand-up comedian. Oh well, ganun talaga, sometimes you get what you want, sometimes, you end up holding your cock.

 

While we had dinner, nakita namin yung tatay ni NAME DELETED FOR PROTECTION, isang Sibolista. (Incidentally, Lirios has the hots for NAME DELETED FOR PROTECTION's mom, and he'd sing "NAME DELETED FOR PROTECTION's mom has it goin on..." whenever we see her. Haha.) Thing was, we knew na may babae yung tatay ni NAME DELETED FOR PROTECTION and we were taking bets kung darating yung babae niya. Dubious kasi nung ginagawa ni gago, he was standing at the door, talking on his cellphone, looking all guilty. Turns out, it was a business meeting. BORING. Haha. We wanted some chismax to make things interesting.

 

I also finished reading my second Stephen King novel yesterday. I've read The Green Mile, and From a Buick 8 is my second one. (The Running Man doesn't count because that was written under his pseudonym, Richard Bachman.) It was kinda satisfying in a very understated way. Horror story na hindi sobrang OA sa pagkasulat. I swore to myself that I'd never read anything by Stephen King ever again after watching the bullshit movie that Dreamcatcher was (my God, kung gusto niyong sumabog yung utak niyo sa sobrang pagkasabog ng isang sine, watch that movie. it's like the 4-O Palig back in fourth year, only with a bigger budget. i swear to God that movie sucked like shit.), but this one was kinda good. I'm now tempted to read The Dark Tower series, but that's seven books, and that's seven books too many for my budget.

 

I'm also reading Sin City now, I finally figured out the correct order of reading them. (I've had these comics on my PC for a while now, but I didn't know how they should be read. Finally found time to research it, and I've started reading.) Hmm. I have no idea why those two sentences were put in a parenthesis.

 

I refuse to watch anymore Gilmore Girls until I am able to watch Season 1  properly. Sorry, medyo psycho ako about it. I'm really OC when it comes to some things. Thing is kasi, one of my DVD's is fucked and the scenes are all out of whack, and even if I can piece it together in my head after watching it, it just doesn't feel the same. Bleh.

 

I'm going to Aklan during the long cemetery weekend. I ought to bring a book or two along. Magro-RORO kami! This is probably going to suck. 10 people (my cousins are coming along) in one van for 12 hours. Sounds unfun. Haha.

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-no more dota for the rest of october- [18 Oct 2005|08:36am]

This sucks, and as usual, I'm completely OA about it, and that just proves the point. I should've move on a month ago, two months ago, four and a half months ago, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. Di ko lang talaga alam kung bakit ako tatanga-tanga. I seriously need to get a grip.

 

I want to say: "Nabuburat lang ako kasi this time, I didn't do anything and it still got fucked up." But that's a damn lie. I know what I did. Para akong Krobelus na nag-Carrion Swarm ng hero na ang layo layo na, or Zeus na nag-Wrath ng red life na Bradwarden, or Balanar na humabol sa hero hanggang sa loob ng base.

 

I need to blame somebody, and I'm not dumb enough to start blaming myself again, so I'd like to blame France Go. Fuck you France Go. I hate you. You probably have no fucking idea why I'm blaming you, pero if you think hard enough, you'll figure it out. LOL.

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-asa ka pa papi- [16 Oct 2005|06:20pm]

Tatawa na lang ako. Hahahaha.

 

Sa mga Cablecar boys, sorry na lang sa atin, cancelled na yung party natin. Yeah, I know, right. Ang bilis no? Just this morning, parting-party na ako, pero ganun e. Life sucks like a bitch and you're just going to have to like it.

 

I got 4 on my CRS. No Econ elective, no elective. Tae. Sana may makuha ako. Tanya, gimme Lanuza! C'mon, I know you got special powers, please? Yeah, asa pa ako.

 

My sembreak is ever so slowly going to waste, and that'll suck. So I'm sleeping early tonight and getting up early tomorrow to make sure that I make the most out of tomorrow.

 

I feel really depressed today. Especially because I didn't see this one coming. Yeah, I'm an idiot. Somebody fucked up somewhere, and I have the sinking feeling that in the end, I'll figure out that it's me, as usual.

 

Tae. Asa pa talaga ako na I was gonna stay happy.

 

Aaaaaaaassssssssaaaaaaaaaaaa.

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-placeholder entry- [11 Oct 2005|09:11am]

Irishman Tommy Tiernan on swearing:

 

I sometimes feel like the English language is a brick wall between me and you, and "FUCK!" is my chisel.

 

HAHAHA. 

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-wake me up when October ends- [10 Oct 2005|09:44pm]

I haven't been updating a lot kasi medyo down ako lately. Sabi ni Mayor, parati na lang daw akong depressed, and I realized na tama siya, so sabi ko sa sarili ko na I'd exert more effort to not be depressed.

 

The other day, pauwi kami galing sa misa (my parents by the way are concerned kasi hindi na kami nagmimisa kapag wala sila, sorry na lang, ganun talaga e) and my dad said na napanood raw niya sa HBO yung Congo ni Michael Crichton. My mom asked what it was about, and my dad answered that it had gorillas in it. Then my sister asks if it was the movie with the lady anthropologist who was out saving gorillas in the wild (Gorillas in the Mist ata or something yung title nun) and my dad says that that was a different movie. I pipe up and mention that Michael Crichton is also the same guy who wrote Jurassic Park, and I inform that the movie versions deviate a lot from how Michael Crichton wrote them. My dad says he liked Congo at akala raw niya dati, olats na sine yun, hindi pala. Tapos yung utol ko, nagsalita. Sabi niya: "Ka-anu-ano ni Mighty Joe Young si King Kong?" WAHAHAHA. Tangina, sabog.

 

Yehey. Sembreak na.

 

 This post was supposed to be longer, but I'm chatting with some people, and I'm not in the mood to type anymore. Later.

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-recently added entry- [26 Sep 2005|05:01am]

Minsan talaga, kahit ayaw mo, you start giving a shit about things that shouldn't matter to you. For example, here I am, trying to live my life almost just a day at a time (thinking about the future every other day only) and here comes the doubling rate to fuck with my life.

 

Malapit na kasi yung Bio1 exam namin and my prof was talking about population growth and all that and just for our/your information, at the current population growth rate, the number of Filipinos will double in thirty years.

 

Thirty years, tangina naman. Buhay pa ako nun. That's the real reason why I actually give a shit. If they said fifty years, ok lang, I'd be what then? 69! Haha, but I digress. If I was 69 it'd be ok kasi malapit na akong mamatay nun, or if ever, I'd not give much of a fuck then, but change that to 49 years old and right smack in the middle of just past prime. My dad's 54 now, and I'm in college. I can't imagine living with twice as many Filipinos by the time my children are in college.

 

Yun kasi e, I don't really plan on leaving the Philippines. I'd like to stay here, as shitty and fucked up as we are, masarap pa ring mabuhay sa Pilipinas.

 

Ok, I'm digressing again. Where was I, oh yeah. Doubling rate. As always, we can blame this one on the Church. Seriously. If the Church would just suport birth control, we'd all be in a lot less of a shithole. I have absolutely no idea what the fuck is up with not supporting birth control. I'm all for abortion, if only because it's still a matter of choice.

 

It's a matter of killing an unborn baby or letting it grow fucked up in a world that can't/won't give a shit about it. The Church will say something about free will and that people can choose not to have sex and some shit about family planning and all. Pero hindi nga e, hayok sa sex ang mga tao. They think sex now, family planning never.

 

Fuck free will. People are too dumb in general to know what's good for them. If the Church starts giving out condoms, I bet it would do some good.

 

Speaking of the Church and sex, does anybody want to know why Father Holscher is not with the high school anymore? Hahahaha. Well, to whet your appetite before I unleash the the bomb, it has something to do with a photo album, high school varsity players in various states of undress and a big fat horny old Jesuit.

 

Migs' party was a bunch of giggles, even though the Mayor couldn't make it. Haha. Props to Banzon for making sure I got my change (akala ko 200 yung nilabas ko, 1000 pala) and props to Aaron for letting me sleep over.

 

Yehey. Patapos na yung sem. Boy am I glad this one's over. This sem has been a real bitch and all. I want my sembreak now, thank you. Konti na lang talaga.

 

Ok, I'm taking a bath and then off to school. Yep at 5am in the morning. Saving gas and all that crap. Hehe.

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-without hope or agenda- [18 Sep 2005|10:30pm]

Before I begin my little post, I know I'm supposed to fuck off and all, and I really will after today. Akala ko lang talaga kaya ko pang ayusin. Hindi na pala. Eh ganun e, makulit lang talaga ako. Don't worry, I won't bother you guys anymore. Pagod na rin ako.

 

[on sheets of poster board]

With any luck, by next year

I'll be going out with one of these girls.
[shows pictures of beautiful supermodels]

But for now, let me say

Without hope or agenda

Just because it's Christmas

And at Christmas you tell the truth

To me, you are perfect

And my wasted heart will love you

Until you look like this
[picture of a mummy]

-Mark

 

Migs gave me a box today, a little box labeled "memories that I will not be bitter about if i ever open again" and in it go four years of my life.

 

Nung birthday ko, sabi ko sa inyo bago tayo kumain, "Let's enjoy our lives while we're all still friends because it won't last." Nagdadrama lang ako. Malay ko bang magkakatotoo.

 

I didn't mean to hurt anyone or be an asshole.

 

Enough. Enough now. 

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-something in my mailbox- [31 Aug 2005|06:02am]

Not that anybody cares. For some reason, I think Mar would like this. Of course, I'm not sure. 

 



First posted 01:38am (Mla time) Aug 24, 2005
By Conrado de Quiros, Inquirer News Service

Abridged ..............................

Outside of the military, not too many people knew Rene Jarque. The one most Filipinos know is his father, Gen. Raymundo Jarque, who shocked Fidel Ramos’ government in October 1995 by joining the New People's Army after being the head of the Negros Island Command of the Armed Forces of the Philippines (AFP). The elder Jarque despaired of reforms ever happening in the AFP and indeed in government itself -- Ramos had much to do with the corruption in both, something that isn’t cured, or forgotten, by Charter change -- he took to the hills and sought his solution there. Alas, he didn’t find it there either. He came back to the fold of the law a few years later, but never went back to the fold of lawlessness in the AFP.

The son lived up to the measure of the father. Rene never got past captain for reasons that had nothing to do with lack of ability or integrity. Quite the opposite: He never got past captain because he possessed both in great quantities. He it was who raised the loudest voice to condemn the humongous corruption in the AFP. For which he was excoriated and reviled by his colleagues, though it is hard to use that word to describe them since they were never at par with him. Rene resigned from the military in 1998, a polite way of saying he was forced out of it by ostracism. They had to get him out; his very existence arraigned theirs. His honesty reflected on their venality, his scruples reflected on their unscrupulousness, his willingness to go it alone reflected on their ungodly camaraderie.

No one has changed the face of the military for me personally, one that always took on the aspect of grinning torturer and wreaker of mayhem, more than Rene. He was a good writer, apart from being a good soldier, and used his pen as much as his sword to fight the worst enemy the military ever had, which was itself. But what struck me most was his infinite humility. You could not find anyone, military or civilian, who spoke his truth more gently. He was never righteous, he was just right. You know people speak the truth when they are humble: Truth cannot inhabit a prideful body, or be spewed by a boastful mouth. Rene was a quiet man, which is why his truth now rings more loudly than the pealing of the bells.

My heart goes out to him, I feel a strong kinship with him. I do know a thing or two about what it means to be maligned and kept in the fringes of things for telling your truth. I felt that way when I got deluged by angry letters for expressing a view contrary to George W. Bush’s shortly after 9/11, and for expressing a view contrary to Ms Arroyo’s for close to four years. I have been since vindicated in both cases. I am certain that Rene will, too, in the cause he has suffered much for. One is tempted to rue that he won’t be around to see it. But then, who knows? If you’re Christian, you have the certainty of knowing he will be there to reap the accolades. If you’re just a plain human being, you have the consolation of knowing his family will.

I didn’t know Rene had been forced into exile in Jakarta by financial need. I hadn’t seen him for a while. I do know, or suspect, that the greatest pain inflicted on him was not the impoverishment being driven out of the institution he loved caused him, it was the very fact of having to leave the institution he loved. Rene loved the profession, he loved being a soldier. He professed as much every opportunity he got. He was a soldier, he never stopped being a soldier. So at least in the finest tradition of being one, the one that, as he himself put it, had to do with “duty, honor, country.” He became the finest example of what a soldier is, or can be, by showing he had become the exception rather than the rule in today’s AFP. To the end of his days, he remained duty-bound, honorable and patriotic.

Rene died last Friday at 40. But he lived longer and more fully than most others twice his age. He will be remembered fondly long after his superiors -- in name, not in spirit; they will never be his betters -- will have been forgotten, or reviled. I will not express the hope that the hypocritical crooks from the military and the civilian government who attend his wake get to be hit by lightning where they stand, or sit, lest his wake be attended only by his family and close friends. I will only recall some words he wrote to fellow West Pointers last year to remind them of what they lost, and what they can regain if they would only exert themselves to become a little more like him: a soldier.

 
(Rene Jarque wrote this letter last year. I have changed nothing in it except the paragraphing and a word here and there. It's not for West Pointers alone to heed.)

DEAR fellow West Pointers,

The Armed Forces of the Philippines once again is at a crossroad following the cases of [Major] General (Carlos) Garcia and Colonel (George) Rabusa. How this will play out will determine the seriousness, direction and tempo of eradicating corruption in the military and promoting professionalism in the ranks. We have known the rottenness of the system all along and how the culture in the AFP was not and is not conducive to professional growth and honest conduct. It was never reflective of the Academy's motto, "Duty, Honor, Country."

Some of us gave it a chance, found it unwieldy and incorrigible and left. Some stuck with the system and played it out only to be sucked into the vortex of corruption and unprofessional conduct. At one time when I was at the Department of National Defense,I told General (Narciso) Abaya, "Sir, I am sure that I can fulfill the Duty and Country part of the motto but certainly the Honor part is very difficult to do." I was trying my best to be as professional and as patriotic as I could be, but I could never be honest given the extent of the graft and corruption in the AFP. And that was, I believe, unacceptable to my sense of honor and integrity. Hence, I left.

I have been called many names, reviled and hated by many officers for my intransigent stand against corruption in the Armed Forces ever since I was a lieutenant. I was branded a rebel and an unprofessional officer. I was called a liar in public by a former Chief of Staff. Some of you may have also hated my guts for being so stubborn and for being part of the opposition. I was not and am not being stubborn for the sake of stubbornness. I am stubborn because I believe in the righteousness of the cause. It was and it is the right advocacy, and an honest one. The lives of thousands of soldiers and their families depend on this cause. The future of our country depends on whether this advocacy will win in the end. While many of us turned our eyes away and covered our ears, I believed that someone had to play the "bad guy" to make sure that the message was not lost.

I have a favorite story which we printed in the Army Journal when I was its editor:

A wise old philosopher went to the village to preach the good news. He proclaimed his news loudly but no one would listen. Time passed and he continued to preach even louder but still no one listened. One day, a child asked, "Mister, why are you preaching even louder, don't you see it's pointless? No one is listening." The philosopher replied, "My child, at first I thought I could change them and so preached loudly. But now I am preaching even more loudly so they don't change me."

Yes, we have all been part of the system and by our action or inaction, we have all been party to unprofessional conduct and corruption in the AFP. One way or another, we have taken advantage of the system. You all know your indiscretions as I know mine. There was no choice then, there was no other way if one wanted to survive and pursue a "progressive military career." But if a progressive military career means a regressive character and dishonor, well, many of us found that unacceptable and the only option was to leave the service.

I love being a soldier, being with the men and fighting for our country. But it cannot be at the sacrifice of honor. What is the meaning of fighting for your country when the chain of command consists of thieves and looters, insensitive to the welfare of the soldiers and their poor families? What is the meaning of dying for your country when you know that the government and the politicians are apathetic toward the people and the so-called rebels or terrorists we are killing and even torturing are just protecting their lives and their dignity, when they are just trying to survive? What good is fighting for the country when the rebels are right that this country is governed by a callous elite, an abusive military and a corrupt government?

To me, there never was, there never is, and there never will be honor in killing desperate men--men who have found no other way out of their poverty and suffering but to join the rebels because the leaders they have chosen to lead them and the soldiers who are supposed to fight for them, are not doing their duty. For after all, aren't the soldiers the protectors and defenders of the people?

I appeal to your sense of Duty, Honor, Country in saying that we must do something as a West Point Society, as an association of honorable men. The least we can do is make a public denouncement of the corruption in the Armed Forces and appeal for the reform that has long been needed in the AFP. We should tell General Narciso Abaya, West Point '71, that the right thing to do is the honorable thing. Covering up, spinning stories and whitewashing are not honorable. This entails a great risk especially in our friendships and camaraderie, but we must be comrades blinded by Duty, Honor, Country. Somehow, we have to take a stand and make a choice or live a lie within ourselves as long as we live.

Duty, Honor, Country, my fellow West Pointers.

(Signed) Rene Jarque, Class of 1986.

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-I'll be your dream I'll be your wish I'll be your fantasy- [30 Aug 2005|07:30am]
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<p>&nbsp;</p><p>I've got fantasies that scare me.</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>Ang pangit-pangit ng tunog ng salitang &quot;fantasy&quot;, personally, it sounds depraved and borderline psychotic to me. Kapag narinog ko yung tanong na &quot;What are you fantasies?&quot; or &quot;What do you fantasize about?&quot; parang ang bastos ng dating sa akin. Maybe I'm just being a pervert, pero ganun e.</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>Of course I'm not saying na lahat ng fantasies masama, that'd be overgeneralizing.</p><p>&nbsp;</p><strong>fan&middot;ta&middot;sy</strong> &nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="https://secure.reference.com/premium/login.html?rd=2&u=http%3A%2F%2Fdictionary.reference.com%2Fsearch%3Fq%3Dfantasy"><img border="0" alt="Audio pronunciation of "fantasy"" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/AHD4/JPG/pron.jpg" /></a> <span style="display: none;">(</span><span style="border-style: solid; border-width: 1px; font-family: verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 7pt; color: red; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">&nbsp;P&nbsp;</span><span style="display: none;">)</span>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/help/ahd4/pronkey.html" title="Click for guide to symbols." onclick="ahdpop();return false;"><strong>Pronunciation Key</strong></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;(f<img width="7" height="15" border="0" align="bottom" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/AHD4/GIF/abreve.gif" alt="" />n<img width="4" height="22" border="0" align="bottom" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/AHD4/GIF/prime.gif" alt="" />t<img width="6" height="15" border="0" align="bottom" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/AHD4/GIF/schwa.gif" alt="" />-s<img width="7" height="15" border="0" align="bottom" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/AHD4/GIF/emacr.gif" alt="" />, -z<img width="7" height="15" border="0" align="bottom" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/AHD4/GIF/emacr.gif" alt="" />)<br /> <em>n.</em> <em>pl.</em> <strong>fan&middot;ta&middot;sies </strong> <ol> <li> The creative imagination; unrestrained fancy. See Synonyms at <a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=imagination">imagination</a>.</li><li> Something, such as an invention, that is a creation of the fancy.</li><li> A capricious or fantastic idea; a conceit.</li><li><ol><li> Fiction characterized by highly fanciful or supernatural elements.</li><li> An example of such fiction.</li></ol></li><li><strong> An imagined event or sequence of mental images, such as a daydream, usually fulfilling a wish or psychological need.</strong></li><li><strong> An unrealistic or improbable supposition.</strong></li><li> <u><em>Music.</em></u> See <a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=fantasia">fantasia</a>.</li><li> A coin issued especially by a questionable authority and not intended for use as currency.</li><li> <u><em>Obsolete.</em></u> A hallucination.</li> </ol><p>&nbsp;</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>Yep. I really should stop, get out while I'm,ahead and all (though I've long since passed being ahead and in control, lol). I'm going to hide this entry. I know of at least one psycho who'd make me feel bad about this entry.</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>Haha. Belat. Hoy ikaw, if you ever see this entry, wag ka nang makulit.&nbsp;</p>
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-sumasarap ang gising with Nescafe- [30 Aug 2005|07:04am]

Got this in email this morning, ok rin na pampagising. :p 

 

Can you find the man in the picture?
 
Find the man amidst the coffee beans.

Doctors have concluded that if you find the man in 3 seconds that your right half of your brain is better developed than most people. If you find the man between 3 seconds and one minute, then your right half of the brain is developed normally.

If you find the man between one minute and 3 minutes, then the right half of your brain is functioning slowly and you need to eat more
protein.

If you have not found the man after 3 minutes your right half of your brain is a mess, and the only advice is to look more for these types of exercises to make that part of the brain stronger.

The man really is there. In fact, once you find him, you cannot miss him afterwards.

Now look at the photo attached...

 

 

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-i'm feeling ok today- [29 Aug 2005|06:30pm]

Yehey. If my calculations are correct, we only have nine sessions of Macro left. Wooh. Sana lang I know enough to get a decent grade. Mas gets ko na yung lesson namin ngayon, pero it might be too late. Ewan. I have no idea why I'm in Econ. Haha.

 

Picked my brother up from the hospital kagabi, he was there for four days, because of hypertension. Yep. He's not that big, pero baka may complications na sa heart niya. He used to be really big, then I got him on a diet, then he quit, and now he's going to have to diet again. No choice really, either he shapes up or he's fucked.

 

I had something important to say... I know I did. Oh well. I'll probably remember it later. 

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-i'm going to get to the bottom of this- [20 Aug 2005|08:14pm]

Christ. Bakit ganun, why did she turn out to be a slut? Fuck it.

 

I'm going to have to watch Gilmore Girls from the beginning soon. Tae naman o. Bleh. 

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-i know, right- [20 Aug 2005|09:58am]

I know what I should be doing, but I'm putting it off for a little while longer. Alam ko naman kung ano yung mangyayari e, and I'm delaying it for as long as I can, in the hopes that maybe, magbago yung kalalabasan.

 

Sorry A, most of the time, I take your advice, today will be different. I will strike out on my own.

 

Tae, hell week nanaman next week. Every week that passes is 2 less days of Macro, so at least that's good.

 

Oo nga pala, last week was the best Macro week ever. Na-gets ko yung sinasabi nung prof namin. I didn't feel dumb at all, kaya ngayon, baka may pag-asa pa.

 

Hershey, kinausap ko na. Game raw siya. Anong balita dun sa kinausap mo? Game rin ba?

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-oh god, every monday is a hell monday- [14 Aug 2005|09:53pm]

My Mondays are shit. Microeconomics, Macroeconomics and Basic Financial Accounting all in one. The fact that I have all these hardcore subjects all in one day is not the reason why Mondays (and Thursdays) make me feel like the dumbest shit in the world. Microeconomics is fun and I enjoy it. Accounting is the best and I'd gladly have Accounting all day. But Macro? FUCK YOU DUMBSHIT COURSE. :D 

 

I was doing my Econ (Micro yun!) homework a couple of days ago, tapos na-realize ko na masaya ako kapag gumagawa ako ng homework (na hindi Macro!). I guess it gives direction to my sometimes pointless and meaningless existence. Unfortunately, I’m a big fan of procrastination, and sometimes, talagang nakakatamad gumawa ng homework. No matter, I’m slowly getting into the groove and I think I’m going to be alright.

 

But before that, I just have to go for another big FUCK YOU MACROECONOMICS. Jesus, I spent last Saturday holed up in a condo in burgundy with four of my hapless Econ classmates trying desperately to answer our homework together. Tapos puta, wala. Wala kaming nagawa. That was probably the single worst homework I have ever attempted to answer during the single worst group meeting/homework session I have ever attended from the single worst teacher I have ever had in the single worst class I have ever gotten. Jesus fucking Christ, I have no idea if I’ll have the balls to drop this piece of shit class. I want to. But I won’t (can’t, more like it). Tangina. Can UP teachers get any worse (she’s worse than Caces kasi at least kay Caces, medyo alam mo ginagawa mo)? Maybe I’m not trying hard enough. Or maybe, she really does suck shit. You have to experience her to understand it.

 

What’s worse is the fact na hindi lang ako yung nahihirapan. I can’t ask my classmates to help me, di rin kasi nila gets. Bleh. I’ll get through this. Life isn’t all that bad. Things aren’t always as bad as they seem. Everything’s going to be alright.

 

Last week was a very tiring, depressing week. Monday was the worst day of my life yet. I don’t think I’ll have a day as tough as Monday was all year long (c’mon Macro, prove me wrong). I went straight home from class (normally, tatambay ako sa Katipunan, at maghahanap ng kasama) and went straight to bed. Nakahiga lang ako sa kama, contemplating my life and being depressed. I slept at around seven, after lying in bed for around two hours.

 

Legaspi told me it wasn’t going to be enough, pero di ako naniwala. Matigas kasi yung ulo ko. I finally figured out na tama si Aaron nung Monday. It’s not enough.

 

My favorite sociologist in the world told me the other day that I should go out and socialize more. I’m doing my part, and I’ve made new friends. I actually talked to my classmates last Wednesday, and I’m more open to my groupmates. *shudder* I’m actually reaching out… Jesus, ang lakas ng tama nung dengue sa akin. Haha.

 

I have to get out of this schoolwork depression rut kasi medyo maraming problema yung hinaharap ko in the near future. I can feel it, and my favorite sociologist in the world tells me the same thing. I wonder if we’ll make it out ok.

 

I was planning on doing something nice the other day. I asked Legaspi about it. Sabi niya sa akin, tanga raw ako at dapat wag kong gagawin yun. He said something along the lines of I should do what he does. Yeah, right. As if that’ll help. Banzon said almost the same thing. So basically, I’m supposed to be reactive and not proactive. Fine, fine. We’ll try that and see what happens.

 

Mmm. Business is about to pick up, and I'm not exactly sure how the other guys are going to approach this. Baka masyado na silang busy. I hope not, pero if they are, then walang choice. We're cutting them out (temporarily, of course). This is going to work, I can feel it. 

 

I miss Rory. She's in college now, and I hope she's happy. (I wonder what she's really up to now, medyo out of the loop kasi ako e)

 

I watched The Longest Yard (yay pirated DVD's) and it's the best Adam Sandler movie I've watched yet. Grabe, his movies are really starting to become a lot less juvenile. So parang sakto lang talaga. When I liked juvenile movies, he was making juvenile, immature movies, and now that I've grown more mature (?), mas mature na rin mga movies niya. I recommend the movie to anybody who is not a girl. Girls like girly movies, like Notting Hill and My Best Friend's Wedding.

 

Palagi na akong nanonood ng DVD's, pampaalis ng stress. Unfortunately, sometimes, nakakastress rin sila kasi ang hassle. I was watching Adam Sandler, and I could hear Adam Sandler's voice, pero yung mukha niya, parang silhouette lang. Bleh.

 

Attention DVD pirates: If you make high quality pirated DVD's, pirated DVD's whose quality will match those of original DVD's (and this is possible), I assure you, you will fucking monopolize the market. Wala nang bibili ng original. So do all of us cheapskates a favor and up your quality control, dumbshits.

 

Can anybody point me to the direction of high quality Friends and Gilmore Girls pirated DVD's? I'll give you five pesos! Thank you!

 

Ok. That's it, I have nothing else to say. 

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