October 30, 2009
Banal na Sandali UNDAS RAP EDITION
Banal na Sandali - UNDAS SPECIAL rap edition
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*chorus**
ngayong gabi ng lagim
mundoy balot ng dilim
itirik na ang kandila
wag ka nang magpapakita
pag hinabol ka ng aso
bilisan mo ng takbo
wala bang tao sa inyo?
mag inom na lang tayo
*chorus**
puno ng dahas ang madilim na landas
kung marami kang alahas, mag ingat sa labas
kung may baon kang cash, umiwas sa laslas
kung may tulo ang bubong, malamang may tagas
madalas ka bang takot
bumabaluktot
madalas kang mangilabot
mabaho ang utot
hinahabol ka ng salot
kumikislot kislot
wag ka nang magpahilot
lalo yang kikirot
mga aso sa gabi
humahagulgol
kakaibang atungol
parang na-u-ulol
ano naman yon
akala mo sanggol
humihikbi hikbi
yun pala si gugol
nakakita ka na ba
ng multong naggagala
babaeng tumatawa
nakalutang ang paa
sa takot nabakla
kisig mo'y nawawala
dali sa karitela
ayan na si saminella!
multo mula sa tsina
mata namumula
ang bangs kakaiba
parang sa bampira
naihi ka sa kaba
e si vinzer lang pala
pinagluto ka pa nga
paabot ng kutsara
dumadagundong
nayanig ang bubong
andito na si efbee
may suot na barong
natapon ang kape
sindak ka sa lake
nung niyakap nya si rem
muntikan nang mabale
dumidilim bigla
tiklop ang mga siga
pag ginising nyo si shena
ang aswang ng valenzuela
gusto mo bang manligaw
mga torpe nalulusaw
magdala ka pa ng siopao
mundo mo ay magugunaw
sa horrospoke dinudugo
halika munat magtaho
best employee sa trabaho
etong si Janloy da berdugo
naririnig mo sya sa radyo
boses nyay nakakaloko
idol nya si renz verano
at si april boy regino
mga engkanto at maligno
magsitago na kayo
wala kayong ipapalag
sa ermitanyong si mariano
kumakain ng insekto
magaling magsirko sirko
kung naririnig mo to
happy bday sayo
*chorus**
ngayong gabi ng lagim
mundoy balot ng dilim
itirik na ang kandila
wag ka nang magpapakita
pag hinabol ka ng aso
bilisan mo ng takbo
wala bang tao sa inyo?
mag inom na lang tayo
*chorus**
October 20, 2009
banal na sandali rap edition
this rap can be HEARD on the JOHN LLOY UMALI RADIO SHOW (JLURS)
http://johnlloyradioshow.blogspot.com/
heto nanaman ang boses na banal
dala sa inyo mensaheng imortal
wag kang magtaka, andito na ang bida
makinig ka muna pigilan na ang tawa
badtrip diba pag nawawalan ng pera
hanap ka nang hanap pero walang makita
mga aparador binuklat nang lahat
wala nang napala, dumami pa ang kalat
asar kang bumaba nang nagdadabogdabog
pagtingin mo sa mesa isa na lang ang hotdog
kumuha ka ng bahaw sa loob ng kusina
pagbalik mo ng lamesa, ulam mo'y nakain na
ngumiti si bunso at nakita mo ang subo
peborit mong hotdog nilapang nya ng buo
sa galit ay nasipa mo ang utol mong barako
kaso walang talab mas malaki sya sayo
tinawanan nya ang gigil mo at lalo kang nagalit
kaya hinataw mo ng plantsa nyong mainit
ayun naghihiyaw "ang sama sama mo kuya"
"hindi mo ba nakita? pinagluto pa kita."
puro ka bintang ansama mong nilalang
wag ka nang maasar, magrelax ka nalang
nakalimutan mo na ba na araw mo ngayon?
pinamalengke ni nanay ang sweldo mo kahapon
bumili na ng regalo, may pancit pa at adobo
eto nga palang sukli mo, happy birthday sayo
sana may natutun kang mabuting leksyon
pag nawalan ng pera tignan munang pantalon
wag kang magbibintang, hindi yun maganda
baka bertday mo ngayon, pinaghanda ka pala nila
October 03, 2009
WHAT ARE YOU LIKE?
never had the passion for church.
in the beginning it was all about coercion. me wanting to slug on the bed till mid-afternoon on a sunday, my mother having other ideas, mostly involving a walis to rearrange my body parts until i relent.
and then there was "undoing", with me smiling from ear to ear, a balloon in one hand and dirty popcorn in the other. riding on the wave of my mother's guilt always made me feel better about church. there was always something to look forward to: candy floss, ice cream, ice scramble, toys, what have you.
i went to a private catholic school run by jesuits. i suppose it should have mattered that we were being trained to be "men and women for others", that our motto was "for the greater glory of God", that we were, supposedly, "fortes in fide" or "strong in faith".
nope.
going to a chrismas fund drive meant planning what you were going to wear. which watch, which pair of loafers or trainers, which brand shirt, which this and that. i suppose the less-fortunate knew nothing about brands. to them, a shirt was a shirt, and your new pair of tretorns were just another pair of trainers. but it didn't matter to my classmates, those men and women for others who were doing what they were doing for the greater glory of God because they were strong in faith.
things haven't changed much now that i'm older. i still have my qualms about religion. i suppose all those beatings, balloons and popcorn haven't done anything for my spiritual self (if anyone could call it that).
i am searching for i don't know what.
i am tired.
they say that what i believe in is NOT ENOUGH. but it is, to me. for the time being, at least.
i did this.
i did that.
still not enough.
my frienster profile says that i have designs on social-cleansing; that i would like to catapult religious fanatics to the sun.
it's all true.
beware of me.
October 01, 2009
finger pointer.
the easiest thing to do in every situation that involves at least two or more people who are probably at fault is to point the blazing finger of blame.
another impending disaster is heading our way. we've heard the experts, we've seen the news, heck we've even seen the storm's ugly eye! there's a giant mega-f***in storm heading our way and there's no stopping it.
so what do we do?
we start looking for an ass to pin this problem to.
some say the weather guys are to blame for not forecasting earlier.
some say the government officials are to blame for not doing a better job of preparing for these calamities.
some say the poor are to blame for putting up houses along water drainage systems like creeks and rivers.
some say global warming is to blame cos its making mother nature sick.
some say God is to blame because if He loved us, then he'd spare us from all this crap.
some even admit that they're to blame just cos they want to get interviewed. (publicity crap?)
i was sitting there watching the news and it's got me all confused. what is so interesting about a bunch of scientists pointing fingers at the government, saying "we told you so!"? what would it prove? would our problems be solved if we were given a target for our shiny new blame-guns? would my dog's health improve if i blamed those squatters who clogged the waterways? would the dead rise from the dead if God appeared from the heaven and said: "I'm sorry for the storm guys! here's a rainbow for all the trouble".
we're not blaspheming here.
i'm sick of all this negativity, i'm sick of seeing news about dead people, i'm sick of hearing about how full the evacuation centers are, i'm sick of hearing about how some areas don't get relief goods, i'm sick of all this suffering and pain, and i know you are too, but there is nothing we can do but listen and find ways of helping.
we are the lucky ones, you're there, reading this, i'm here now, writing this, while others are fighting for their lives, fighting hunger, fighting despair and sadness and sickness.
yes we can't do much, but we could at least stop the blame game and focus on the problem. WE WHO ARE LUCKY ENOUGH TO HAVE ROOFS OVER OUR HEADS, DRY CLOTHES ON OUR BACKS and FOOD ON OUR STOMACHS ought not WASTE OUR TIME, ENERGY and RESOURCES entertaining ourselves with this stupid campaign of hate that the media is feeding us.
go to twitter and volunteer if you've got the time. there are lotsa people tweeting about sites and numbers you may contact in order to join.
internet social networks are currently being used as a very efficient means of mass-communication. it is a raw source of updated news without the ads and the blaming.
you may also go to your local barangay hall or town hall, i'm sure they'd be glad to give you tools to aid you in your garbage destruction quest.
too much of a hassle? too dangerous for your tiny tiny tiny balls? too busy blaming people to help?
well, there's still something you can do.
you can stop being a doomsday announcer and start being a giver of hope.
blog something funny, say something hopeful, tweet about how happy you are that your tamagotchi survived the flood, i don't care how stupid or insignificant your post may be, but please for the love of everything that was ok before this shit happened, please say something happy because during this time of tragedy, hearing a heartfelt laugh is so much better than the sound of mindless bickering and finger pointing.
oh and don't forget to pray.
another impending disaster is heading our way. we've heard the experts, we've seen the news, heck we've even seen the storm's ugly eye! there's a giant mega-f***in storm heading our way and there's no stopping it.
so what do we do?
we start looking for an ass to pin this problem to.
some say the weather guys are to blame for not forecasting earlier.
some say the government officials are to blame for not doing a better job of preparing for these calamities.
some say the poor are to blame for putting up houses along water drainage systems like creeks and rivers.
some say global warming is to blame cos its making mother nature sick.
some say God is to blame because if He loved us, then he'd spare us from all this crap.
some even admit that they're to blame just cos they want to get interviewed. (publicity crap?)
i was sitting there watching the news and it's got me all confused. what is so interesting about a bunch of scientists pointing fingers at the government, saying "we told you so!"? what would it prove? would our problems be solved if we were given a target for our shiny new blame-guns? would my dog's health improve if i blamed those squatters who clogged the waterways? would the dead rise from the dead if God appeared from the heaven and said: "I'm sorry for the storm guys! here's a rainbow for all the trouble".
we're not blaspheming here.
i'm sick of all this negativity, i'm sick of seeing news about dead people, i'm sick of hearing about how full the evacuation centers are, i'm sick of hearing about how some areas don't get relief goods, i'm sick of all this suffering and pain, and i know you are too, but there is nothing we can do but listen and find ways of helping.
we are the lucky ones, you're there, reading this, i'm here now, writing this, while others are fighting for their lives, fighting hunger, fighting despair and sadness and sickness.
yes we can't do much, but we could at least stop the blame game and focus on the problem. WE WHO ARE LUCKY ENOUGH TO HAVE ROOFS OVER OUR HEADS, DRY CLOTHES ON OUR BACKS and FOOD ON OUR STOMACHS ought not WASTE OUR TIME, ENERGY and RESOURCES entertaining ourselves with this stupid campaign of hate that the media is feeding us.
go to twitter and volunteer if you've got the time. there are lotsa people tweeting about sites and numbers you may contact in order to join.
internet social networks are currently being used as a very efficient means of mass-communication. it is a raw source of updated news without the ads and the blaming.
you may also go to your local barangay hall or town hall, i'm sure they'd be glad to give you tools to aid you in your garbage destruction quest.
too much of a hassle? too dangerous for your tiny tiny tiny balls? too busy blaming people to help?
well, there's still something you can do.
you can stop being a doomsday announcer and start being a giver of hope.
blog something funny, say something hopeful, tweet about how happy you are that your tamagotchi survived the flood, i don't care how stupid or insignificant your post may be, but please for the love of everything that was ok before this shit happened, please say something happy because during this time of tragedy, hearing a heartfelt laugh is so much better than the sound of mindless bickering and finger pointing.
oh and don't forget to pray.
shit storm.
I woke up to a flurry of activity. People were running around, doing things while I was making my way to the little room where I piss. Like the drunken master, I was instinctively dodging and evading orders while ignoring shouts because only one thing was on my mind…I HAD TO PEE. After what seemed to me like a scene from saving Private Ryan, I was finally able to see the HOLY GRAIL of early morning bathroom-ritual artifacts; the toilet. And I pissed.
Most days, I’d be content with writing something insignificant like the paragraph you see above. But while I was pissing, I was nudged by the thought that there must be something worth saying aside from the usual attempt at humor.
Anyway, after what seemed like an eternity of piss, I eventually concluded the activity and went out to join the chaos. Clothes were flying, plastic bags were flying, even food—CANNED food for that matter, was flying. Confused? I wasn’t. Mom was already at least eight times busier yesterday shopping for food, clothes, bread and whatever else was needed in order to give to the dozens of people who’ve lost their things, their money, their homes, & most tragically, their loved ones.
I was inspired immediately so I said to mom: “Ma, what can I do to help?”
And due to her adept skill at task assignment, her being an engineer and all, simply said: “Clean up your dog’s shit in the attic”
So being the awesome team player that I am, I semi-resentfully went downstairs to get a broom, some soap, a mop, water, and a dustpan so that I could attend to my freshly awarded station as house maintenance man.
I proceeded to scrape the shit off the floor. I took the dog down to the garage and tied him up. I went back up to start mopping. While I was sloshing the shitty water around, a certain calm enveloped me. It was like my mind was somewhere else, stitching words. And in that moment, in my mind, I wrote the most perfect blog entry that would touch the hearts of everyone, including those that won’t be able to read it, but just hear from the news that the most perfect blog entry has just been published. And in that same moment, at the pinnacle of my epiphany, I stepped on a concealed dog shit. I could still recall its warmth as it graced my bare foot.
I was content washing the floor while others were helping the needy. I know it sounds weak and dumb, but I’m more than happy to stay out of everyone’s way if that’s how I could help. Maybe washing dog shit was my way of contributing, maybe that’s what I’m really supposed to be doing at that exact same time when others were sorting dead bodies, or distributing food, or saving lives.
This tragedy slapped me right in the eye. I’m an optimist, but it’s very challenging to remain positive and hopeful during the times when all you feel is helplessness. But, like mom said, there’s got to be someone available to clean the dog’s shit, and in that same regard, amidst all the sadness, the negativity, the hopelessness and depression, there’s got to be happy, hopeful, people who would take it up to themselves to raise the morale of everyone around them. There’s got to be some hope seen, some happiness passed around, some love shared so that things would (or at least would seem to) be easier.
I don’t want to be all carebare-y and all that kindergarten positivity crap, but I do want to at least make people feel less down. And I hope this pa-uso spreads. Make somebody laugh, or at least smile. You don’t have to give clothes or food or anything, you just have to be hopeful for the hopeless, be cheerful for the depressed, be there when someone needs you, and be as positive as you can. It might not be much, but it’s the least we could do.
PS: But if you’ve got the extra cash, extra clothes, extra food, that would still be much more appreciated than all the hopefulness you could muster.
Most days, I’d be content with writing something insignificant like the paragraph you see above. But while I was pissing, I was nudged by the thought that there must be something worth saying aside from the usual attempt at humor.
Anyway, after what seemed like an eternity of piss, I eventually concluded the activity and went out to join the chaos. Clothes were flying, plastic bags were flying, even food—CANNED food for that matter, was flying. Confused? I wasn’t. Mom was already at least eight times busier yesterday shopping for food, clothes, bread and whatever else was needed in order to give to the dozens of people who’ve lost their things, their money, their homes, & most tragically, their loved ones.
I was inspired immediately so I said to mom: “Ma, what can I do to help?”
And due to her adept skill at task assignment, her being an engineer and all, simply said: “Clean up your dog’s shit in the attic”
So being the awesome team player that I am, I semi-resentfully went downstairs to get a broom, some soap, a mop, water, and a dustpan so that I could attend to my freshly awarded station as house maintenance man.
I proceeded to scrape the shit off the floor. I took the dog down to the garage and tied him up. I went back up to start mopping. While I was sloshing the shitty water around, a certain calm enveloped me. It was like my mind was somewhere else, stitching words. And in that moment, in my mind, I wrote the most perfect blog entry that would touch the hearts of everyone, including those that won’t be able to read it, but just hear from the news that the most perfect blog entry has just been published. And in that same moment, at the pinnacle of my epiphany, I stepped on a concealed dog shit. I could still recall its warmth as it graced my bare foot.
I was content washing the floor while others were helping the needy. I know it sounds weak and dumb, but I’m more than happy to stay out of everyone’s way if that’s how I could help. Maybe washing dog shit was my way of contributing, maybe that’s what I’m really supposed to be doing at that exact same time when others were sorting dead bodies, or distributing food, or saving lives.
This tragedy slapped me right in the eye. I’m an optimist, but it’s very challenging to remain positive and hopeful during the times when all you feel is helplessness. But, like mom said, there’s got to be someone available to clean the dog’s shit, and in that same regard, amidst all the sadness, the negativity, the hopelessness and depression, there’s got to be happy, hopeful, people who would take it up to themselves to raise the morale of everyone around them. There’s got to be some hope seen, some happiness passed around, some love shared so that things would (or at least would seem to) be easier.
I don’t want to be all carebare-y and all that kindergarten positivity crap, but I do want to at least make people feel less down. And I hope this pa-uso spreads. Make somebody laugh, or at least smile. You don’t have to give clothes or food or anything, you just have to be hopeful for the hopeless, be cheerful for the depressed, be there when someone needs you, and be as positive as you can. It might not be much, but it’s the least we could do.
PS: But if you’ve got the extra cash, extra clothes, extra food, that would still be much more appreciated than all the hopefulness you could muster.
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