Skip to main content

adventure # 166: Reality (un)edited

I am 24 years old.(Just celebrated my birthday a day ago)

I know it’s not really a big deal since I’m relatively “young” but like what my friend said, it’s “the year” before I reach my quarter life (crisis?). This is of course in accordance to the assumption that I’ll live for 100 years. *fingers crossed*

The cliché goes that age is but a number. Therefore, we shouldn’t really be bothered whether we are 16 or 60.

While cleaning my closet this morning, I saw my super dusty math book (Hi Mr. Leithold!).

If there is ONE thing that math taught me it would be the fact that numbers do matter.

The ancient Greek philosopher, Pythagoras was right all along.
Numbers are everything.

Let me give a little exercise just to prove my point that numbers matter in this shithole of a world we live in.

Let's begin with my so-called life.

I've been living for more or less 8760 days or 210, 240 hours or 12, 614, 440 minutes or 756,864, 000 seconds!

I have 1 sister and had a total of 34 pet dogs already.

I spent around 19 years in school.

My highest GWA in college is 1.34 and my lowest is 2.78.

I really hate math but surprisingly got a 98 during my senior year in high school which got me the "Best in Math" for that quarter.

The biggest amount of cash I've ever held on my hands was 310,000 pesos (which is not mine. Too bad!) and the smallest would be 0.

I killed 0 people but already killed 100++ cockroaches and 1 hamster! (sorry little sister!).

To date, I have 336 friends in facebook and 134 in friendster (since I rarely add people that I don't know unless you're drop dead hot).

I have 3 bestest friends and 1 not so secret lover *cough*.

I pay 3000 pesos per month for my gym membership to shed off at least 20 more pounds.

and I absolutely hate that I have close to 0 in my wallet today!

There are more digits that sums up my life but come to think of it, if my life can have gazzillion of digits to describe it, how about the place where I live in.

I live in a country that consists of 7,100++ islands (depending on the tides) that is populated by more than 80,000,000 people, 40% of which live on 2 dollars a day.

In my little tropical nation barely 500 families practically own the country’s lands of which many members of these so called "families" comfortably sit in their leather (think Italian) chairs in the offices they hold in both the private and public sectors.

Interestingly there are barely 20++ media networks operating in my little tropical nation, mostly owned by, who else… look above!

Speaking of 500, the same amount in my currency wouldn’t last a week.

10 if you convert it into US dollars and barely 7 into Euros.

If I give 500 to a whore, she’d bitchslap me twice and spit on my face and tells me that I will get crabs or syphilis the next day.

If I multiply the same number by 12, you’ll get what the average worker would get in a month in my coconut republic, not including the shitty taxes we pay which only go to my public servant’s greedy pockets (which is probably deeper than my ass).

20 the average number of typhoons that visit us every year.

If you divide it by 4 you’d get the number of coup d’état’s (5 coups, with only 2 being labelled ’successful’) that happened within the last 20 years.

2 is also the number constitutional conventions that were done in this century alone, with another one fast approaching. But still the same faces in the government with barely little additives from grass roots organizations.

0 is the number of representatives from the Communist Party in the Congress and the Senate.

(Luckily) 0 is also the number of tsunami incidents. Let’s hope it stays that way.

2 is the media network that airs the game show that caused the stampede that killed more than 80 lives some years ago and injured 300 more.

7 is the rival network.

These two networks have been at war ever since the word "ratings" started to mean "profits".

40++ is the age of the host of the game show who cried in tears in front of the TV news cameras (of both networks) apologizing for the incident.

40 is also the average age of the people who died in the stampede who mostly women were hoping to get the 1,000,000 peso prize of the day.

1,000,000 pesos translates to 20, 820 dollars.

48.03 was the exchange rate for the peso against the dollar today which was relatively higher than the 26 pesos in the 90s.

Every minute, approximately 4 children are being added in my coconut republic’s population.

20, 820 dollars.

48.03 to 1.

32,000,000 people to 500 families

80 million captive audiences of korean-chinese-mexican telenovelas, news dramas, reality TV, game shows, home TV shopping, religious networks that spread love AND hate, and 60-second award winning commercials that only give you false hopes for better days to come, as long as you buy their product.

After all the numbers I wrote, you might ask why I even find the slightest bit of humor in all of these.

And what do I have to say about it? Only this, reader of my blog…


And I meant that.

If you want me to be sympathetic and turn this into a real bad melodrama shitfest that’s already infested most of the television networks by airing them ALL DAY, I have to say NO.

I have my own version of sympathy, thank you.

And I trust my own version.

And I don’t need a copy from last night’s episode of whats-its-name telenovela.

I don’t want to pity the people who were affected by this tragedy; God knows they will be receiving a pity fest from all directions.

Come to think of it, all of them were forgotten.

Sure there’d be an anniversary special for all who died in the stampede and there might even be a yearly memorial for the 80++ people who died.

But who would really remember them?

The network?

The host?

The President?

The Senate?

The Congress?

The Church?



No one really, except for the people who survived that day.

People like Merquieades Salazar who, as much as he wants to, will never forget the day he lost his wife.

You might even think I am this high and mighty asshole preaching in this makeshift pulpit that I call a blog.

That temptation is just so hard to resist.

But you were thinking of it, weren’t you? No use in denying it.

At the back of our heads, in the deep recesses of our minds, we all want and think of the same things.

I really don’t give a shit.

But if you’d be so careful to notice and look up above and try to read the funky pronoun in all caps, you’d figure out easily that I am not excluding myself.

I am swimming in the same cesspool as you are.

Let’s face it.

We are all but used toilet paper floating in this ocean of excrement.


And no amount of drama, or 700-club morality, or "reality" TV, or game show, or networking scam, or "showbiz" politicking or 60 second award winning commercials from transnational corporations can cover it up.

Reality is knocking on our doorstep.

She’s trying to wake us up to smell the air and to get real.

Maybe if we start there, for once, we might actually get somewhere.

It's just so tempting to rant and vomit for rant.

But I guess life kept on throwing us lemons that we somehow managed, as a nation and as individuals, to learn to make some lemonade.

On my last birthday, I made my own version of my wish list.

There are about 80 billion people inhabiting the planet.

If you're lucky, you'll only meet 1 great love.

There are 195 countries in the world. 192 of which are members of the United Nations.

It may take a million to build a nation (with the exception of West Sahara. Better start making some babies!)

But come to think of it, it only takes 1 person to start the first step.

As the old saying goes, a single butterfly in China flapping it's wings can cause a hurricane half across the world.

Now that I am 24, I say:

FCUK 23! I'll make a difference this year!


To my friends: I am STILL expecting your presents!

To the generous people around the world: Give me some LOVE (aka gifts) *puppy dog eyes*


mars, after all the rants, hepi bedey pa rin :) cheers to you! mwah! magpakabongga ka this year! :)

live like a dying veykla! :)

read this link:
Ming Meows said…
ang sipag! hapi birtdi!
Anonymous said…
Nice Post

Popular posts from this blog

Mga parausang lumang sinehan

NAG DESISYON na ang Korte Suprema na labag sa Konstitusyon ang ordinansa na nagbabawal ng short time sa mga motel sa siyudad ng Maynila.

Wala na ring balak pa umanong maghain ng apela si mayor Alfredo Lim sa naturang desisyon.

Nagbabala naman si Lim na handa niyang ipasara ang anumang motel sa lungsod ng Maynila sakaling may makita sila na pinapayagan na magpapasok ng mga estudyante para magshort time.
Pero, teka, ito talaga ang pakay ko, ang mga lumang sinehan sa Metro Manila.

Taong 2005, balak ko na itong iparating sa dati kong boss na Kongresista, ang patuloy na pamamayagpag ng mga lumang sinehan sa Maynila. Subalit, may tila tinik sa aking lalamunan na nakabara. Tila, wala akong boses sa tuwing ako ay maghahanda sa aking mga sasabihin. Tila, nakagapos ang aking mga kamay para isulat ang mga hakbang na dapat kong irekomenda para masulosyunan na ito.

Alam ko, ikaw ay pamilyar ukol sa mga lumang sinehan sa buong Kamaynilaan.

Sa unang pasok ko sa ganitong sinehan, ako ay tuwang tuwa. Napan…


NGAYON ANG IKA 111st NA ANIBERSARYO NG ARAW NG KALAYAAN NG PILIPINAS. Ngunit, sa paglipas ng isang daan at labing isang taon, tunay nga ba tayong malaya na?

May mga pagkakataong gusto kong isipin na hindi na tayo nakagapos sa mga bansang banyaga dahil nagkaroon na tayo ng kalayaan sa pamamalakad ng gobyerno. Ngunit, ano ang kalagayan ng mga Pilipino ngayon? Mayroon na nga ba siyang dangal na matatawag? Taas noo na nga ba ang bawat Pilipino kahit kanino?

Sa mga nakalipas na araw, samu’t saring problema ang dinaranas ng ating bansa. Mga problemang lalong nagpapalugmok ng bawat mamamayan. Mga problemang animo’y walang katapusan. Paano babangon ang isang Juan dela Cruz kung mismong mga namumuno sa ating bayan ang nagbabangayan? Paano tayo makakalaya kong mismong mga halal ng bayan ang siyang nanguna upang itali ang bawat mahihirap na pinoy sa kanilang pamamahala?Paano na ang walang tigil na pagbulusok ng presyo ng mga pangunahing bilihin? Ang walang humpay na pagtaas ng gasolina. Paano pa m…

Ang Kondisyon ng HIV at AIDS sa Pilipinas

Akda ni Marlon Lacsamana

Taong 1984 ng sa kauna-unahang pagkakataon ay mayroong naitala na Pilipino sa Philippine’s National AIDS Registry ng Department of Health (DOH). Mula noon, umaabot na sa 3,589 ang nakalista na may HIV hanggang Disyembre ng 2008. Sa bawat taon, patuloy ang pagtaas ng bilang ng mga taong nabubuhay na may HIV sa bansa. Kapansin-pansin din ang bilis ng pagdami ng mga kasong naitala sa kasalukuyang dekada kumpara noong dekada ’80s at ’90s. Mula 1984 hangang 1989 ay may kulang-kulang sa 50. Sa taong 1990 hangang 1992 mahigit 50 pero kulang sa 100 ang mga kaso sa loob ng taon. Sa taong 1993 hangang 2004, humihigit na sa 100 ang kaso. Sa taong 2006 mahigit 300 ang naitala. At sa 2008 mahigit 500. (NEC, 2008).

Tanggap na ngayon sa bansa na ang HIV ay hidden and growing. Ito ay isang pagtingin na mula na rin sa UNAIDS. Ang pagsusuring ito ay bag na sa dating paniniwala na mula lamang sa mga mosk at risk population (MARPs) – persons in prostitutions and their clients, male…