Jejemon: 30hw p03h! MhÜz+4 p03h kh4u?
Me: Huh? Sin-o ni palihug?
Jejemon: 4ñ0 kh4 bh4 khÜ¥4! C j3r3£¥ñ p03h !+0. D mh0w bh4 n4z4\/3 4Ñg ñÜ # kh0w?
Me: Ano man? Indi ko ka-gets sang ginapangtext mo. Kay-ada abi. Sin-o ka haw?
Jejemon: Nh4k0w! C khÜ¥4 +4£4g4. \/3r¥ fÜññ¥! j3j3j3...
Me: Ambot sa imo! This is my last reply. Kung indi mo pagkay-adon ang reply mo, indi ta na ka pag-entertenaron.
Jejemon: khÜ¥4 +4£4g4, dh4w £h40ñ!!!
And I didn't reply for several minutes. This is a prank, I said to myself. People with nothing to do. Huh!
Jejemon: khÜ¥4, z+!££ dh3r?
Still ignored.
Jejemon: Cge na lng oi. Kuya, dis is jerelyn ur couzin. jejeje...
Me: Damn! Ikaw ni gali?! Ano tong ginapang text mo man? Kailinit ah, di ko kaintindi.
Jejemon: khÜ¥4 +4£4g4! z00 0Ü+ 0ph z+¥£3!!! j3j3j3...
Me: Ok that's it! Don't text me again until you're free from the demon that possesed you. Bye.
Jejemon: khÜ¥444444444444444444444444!!!!! jhÜ jhÜ jhÜ.....
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
The Road Of Selfishness
The last time our small and simple town was featured in the national television as far as I can remember, it was 3 or 4 years ago in ABS-CBN TV Patrol World. The news program featured the bamboo festival of our town during that time, which is the Tultugan Festival. Again, the name of our municipality appeared on the television screen in the same news program but this time it is not to feature the beauty of our culture and tradition but because of the animosity and hostility displayed by some of the political candidates aspiring for positions in our town's local government.
The incident I am referring to was the blocking of the road leading to a certain barangay of our town in which it was known for its loyalty to the incumbent mayor, his family and party. The culprit for this move was the opponent candidate in which he is currently competing with the incumbent mayor's father for the mayoralty position of our town. The way was blocked days before the election with fences of cyclone wires surrounding a certain part of the road and to make it sure that it will not be passable, sharp debris of glasses and metals were planted on its surface. When the opponent candidate was interviewed by reporters why he did it, he answered Why not? The road according to him passes a certain portion of his land so he has therefore the right to do whatever he wants to do with it and that includes blocking it. The barangay, according to him, is the territory of his opponent so the people there doesn't deserve his generosity.
I am not a supporter of both candidates. So I will not be biased at least to say that what the other candidate had done, which was blocking the road, was totally an act of utter selfishness, desperation, and total disregard of the welfare of his fellowmen. It's a good thing that this candidate's true color flaunted just in time or else we will be having a chameleon for a mayor. A mayor whose main intention is not to serve his people but only to gratify his own self. I am disgusted with such an act and I am more ashamed that it was shown on national television.
The incident I am referring to was the blocking of the road leading to a certain barangay of our town in which it was known for its loyalty to the incumbent mayor, his family and party. The culprit for this move was the opponent candidate in which he is currently competing with the incumbent mayor's father for the mayoralty position of our town. The way was blocked days before the election with fences of cyclone wires surrounding a certain part of the road and to make it sure that it will not be passable, sharp debris of glasses and metals were planted on its surface. When the opponent candidate was interviewed by reporters why he did it, he answered Why not? The road according to him passes a certain portion of his land so he has therefore the right to do whatever he wants to do with it and that includes blocking it. The barangay, according to him, is the territory of his opponent so the people there doesn't deserve his generosity.
I am not a supporter of both candidates. So I will not be biased at least to say that what the other candidate had done, which was blocking the road, was totally an act of utter selfishness, desperation, and total disregard of the welfare of his fellowmen. It's a good thing that this candidate's true color flaunted just in time or else we will be having a chameleon for a mayor. A mayor whose main intention is not to serve his people but only to gratify his own self. I am disgusted with such an act and I am more ashamed that it was shown on national television.
Monday, May 10, 2010
The Election Souveiner
The moment I arrived at the voting precinct I was listed this morning, I was surprised of the long line of voters queuing for their turn to cast their ballots (or have it scanned). I thought automation was supposed to speed up the voting process but how come this scenario suddenly existed? The reason given by COMELEC was that they clustered several voting precincts into one because of the limited number of PCOS machines. No wonder, a lot of eager voters were crammed in a single precinct. But despite of that, I still joined the queue of excited and anxious voters and patiently waited for my turn.
After almost half an hour of waiting, one of the facilitators (or watchers I think) beckoned me to enter the voting booth. The BEI scanned for my name in her list of voters and when she found my name (together with the black and white picture of mine), she had me signed it, gave me the ballot together with the secrecy folder and the marker pen. I went to a corner, fished for the list of candidates that I'll be voting inside my jean's pocket, had a quick look at the ballot, and started to shade. When I'm excited, my hands get too sweaty that I can wet a paper I'm holding in a matter of few minutes. That's why I really tried to carefully not blot the ballot with my sweat. This is a national matter of utmost importance, I said to myself smiling.
While shading, the song by Sexbomb Dancers kept on playing inside my head. May bilog... May bilog... na hugis itlog... It took me I think 5 minutes or more shading the oblongs beside the names whom I think will help salvage what is left of this country. And then after that, the moment had finally come, the scanning of my ballot. I went straight to the PCOS machine and I inserted my ballot. While the machine was scanning it, my heart was pounding like wild horses running to and fro. Then suddenly the machine's screen flashed that my ballot was rejected. I think all the blood in my face during that time suddenly went down to my legs. I couldn't believe it. I wasted my precious vote. There must be something wrong with the way I shade, I thought.
I stood there transfixed and shocked in front of the machine for several seconds but it was almost like an eternity. Then the BEI, sensing my foolishness, went to my direction and asked me to insert my ballot again in the machine but this time bottom first. I did what she asked and after waiting again, this time with canyons exploding in my chest, the machine's screen finally congratulated me because my ballot was accepted. I wanted to shout out of sheer gladness but of course, I held back my emotion. I didn't want to create a scene. He he he...
While riding a tricycle going home, still thinking of the wonders of poll automation and pondering what will going to happen tonight when all the votes are in, my attention was suddenly drawn to the thing I kept on twirling between my fingers. And then I realized that I had brought with me the marker with prints on its side that says: SMARTMATIC Technology To Serve All.
After almost half an hour of waiting, one of the facilitators (or watchers I think) beckoned me to enter the voting booth. The BEI scanned for my name in her list of voters and when she found my name (together with the black and white picture of mine), she had me signed it, gave me the ballot together with the secrecy folder and the marker pen. I went to a corner, fished for the list of candidates that I'll be voting inside my jean's pocket, had a quick look at the ballot, and started to shade. When I'm excited, my hands get too sweaty that I can wet a paper I'm holding in a matter of few minutes. That's why I really tried to carefully not blot the ballot with my sweat. This is a national matter of utmost importance, I said to myself smiling.
While shading, the song by Sexbomb Dancers kept on playing inside my head. May bilog... May bilog... na hugis itlog... It took me I think 5 minutes or more shading the oblongs beside the names whom I think will help salvage what is left of this country. And then after that, the moment had finally come, the scanning of my ballot. I went straight to the PCOS machine and I inserted my ballot. While the machine was scanning it, my heart was pounding like wild horses running to and fro. Then suddenly the machine's screen flashed that my ballot was rejected. I think all the blood in my face during that time suddenly went down to my legs. I couldn't believe it. I wasted my precious vote. There must be something wrong with the way I shade, I thought.
I stood there transfixed and shocked in front of the machine for several seconds but it was almost like an eternity. Then the BEI, sensing my foolishness, went to my direction and asked me to insert my ballot again in the machine but this time bottom first. I did what she asked and after waiting again, this time with canyons exploding in my chest, the machine's screen finally congratulated me because my ballot was accepted. I wanted to shout out of sheer gladness but of course, I held back my emotion. I didn't want to create a scene. He he he...
While riding a tricycle going home, still thinking of the wonders of poll automation and pondering what will going to happen tonight when all the votes are in, my attention was suddenly drawn to the thing I kept on twirling between my fingers. And then I realized that I had brought with me the marker with prints on its side that says: SMARTMATIC Technology To Serve All.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Making A List..... And Checking It Twice
Tomorrow, the fate of this country will be decided by every Filipino eligible to vote. And tomorrow, history too will be made since it will be the nation's first automation poll. I can't deny the fact that I am excited since I will be a part of this great event and likewise a bit anxious since automation is a new thing for us. We certainly have no past experience about it and our authorities have no expertise to brag when it comes to this process. I know that as of this moment, a lot of Filipinos have questions too hovering in their heads like me. What if this election will be sabotaged by groups whose main agenda is to spread havoc and terror? Is it really possible for the system used in this automation to be hacked and thus cheating too? Are the people running the technical side of this forthcoming election, such as the PCOS technicians, members of the board of election, watchers and others, equipped enough with the knowledge on poll automation? Does the COMELEC has any back up or contingency plan when problems arise? Was the time spent to educate voters particularly those who are computer illiterate enough for them to understand the process of this brand new way of voting? So on and so forth. Here I am again, ranting like a paranoid. As I've said, poll automation is a new thing for us and fear is the dread for the unknown. We don't know what will be the outcome for tomorrow but then again, automation is the risk worth taking. A gamble we need to undertake if we wantto move forward to progress.
Poll automation, if become successful, can revolutionize the election process and create a drastic change in the way we elect our future leaders. First world countries such as the US are reaping the benefits of poll automation since it speeds up the election process and minimized or eradicate the possibility of cheating. Although I am praying that my chosen candidates will lead the race tomorrow, I am more fervent in praying that tomorrow's election will be a success. I am crossing my fingers to that but not after I make a list (and checking it twice) for the names I'll be shading the day after today.
Vote wisely!
Poll automation, if become successful, can revolutionize the election process and create a drastic change in the way we elect our future leaders. First world countries such as the US are reaping the benefits of poll automation since it speeds up the election process and minimized or eradicate the possibility of cheating. Although I am praying that my chosen candidates will lead the race tomorrow, I am more fervent in praying that tomorrow's election will be a success. I am crossing my fingers to that but not after I make a list (and checking it twice) for the names I'll be shading the day after today.
Vote wisely!
To Carmen
To the rose that blooms in the cold winter
To the wind that caresses my heart so tender
To the star whose light guides my way in the darkness
To the song that chases away my sadness
To the loving hand the touches my soul
To the woman who's been my all...
HAPPY MOTHERS DAY TO YOU NANAY!
YOU'LL BE IN MY HEART FOR ALWAYS 'TIL THE DAY I DIE.
To the wind that caresses my heart so tender
To the star whose light guides my way in the darkness
To the song that chases away my sadness
To the loving hand the touches my soul
To the woman who's been my all...
HAPPY MOTHERS DAY TO YOU NANAY!
YOU'LL BE IN MY HEART FOR ALWAYS 'TIL THE DAY I DIE.
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