From.Inside.A.Hollow.Head

[bashf00l]

I just finished watching Derry Girls...

For those who do not know, it’s a British sitcom about Irish teenagers from Derry, Norther Ireland during the Troubles (look it up).

At first, it was a just on a whim; I was just bored and had nothing better to do. As I binged thru episode after episode, I eventually finished a season and started he next one without me realizing it. I was so engrossed at the story of the girls. It was not your run-of-the-mill teenage sitcom. It’s unlike the usual teen romcom. Yes, the girls talked about love and relationships but the story never did revolve around it. The only romance-esque plot of the show had only less than 5 minutes of screentime. It was about life. It was mundane - to say the least but it was interesting enough for people to relate to even if they haven’t been to Ireland or even if I as a viewer was culturally different. It showed the problems teenagers go through, be it at school or at home or the community itself. It showed how teens just wanted to enjoy being teens and explore the things that come their way while navigating thru a very troubled country. It was not a love story but I fell in love with the girls. From the weird Orla, to the frantic Clare, the promiscuous Michelle, the pressured Erin and to the actually-a-British-boy-but-still-a-Derry-girl James.

The thing that probably engulfed me was that the story was not  generic as I’ve said. It was a mish-mash of events. The episodes were like random events told about a person’s life and then curated just for the show. It talked about politics without being political, it talked about love without being romantic, it talked about teenage woes without being edgy or preachy. It was a simple story about a group of friends.

This is not a review. I was just trying to vocalize and justify what had been weighing down on me ever since I finished the series (it was only 3 seasons). I wanted more but at the same time I felt satisfied with how they ended it. I questioned myself why I had been so engrossed with the story that I felt heavy when it ended. Do i relate with the story? I didn’t think so. But I did grow up (elementary to highschool) in a province in a time when tribal wars were still a thing. There was a time when I was in a friend group where I was the only boy (much like James). I did consider myself weird,frantic and pressured. But more so than those, I did also share a kiss with the person I liked but it ended up getting nowhere. Maybe those are the reasons I like it so much. I don’t know. I’m almost done with this ramble but I still can’t get my head around why I liked this series this much.

[bashf00l]

Dear H,

I thank you for giving me the chance to have met you. Thank you for giving me the chance to go out with you. Even though it was short-lived, still I thank you. I know you are not that dense to not notice,so I know that you already know how i feel for you even if I have denied it. You as well have said it before, “I like you but not now.”

I really can’t say whether you were serious or not, however, reading that made my heart skip a beat a whole different way than it did before. That moment, as i was reading that little message, it was the first time in the longest time that I truly felt happy – even though what you meant with the message wasn’t happy at all.

You said I was one of the people you would like to keep in your life that is why you don’t want us to be together. I understand. I say i understand, but i don’t necessarily agree. However, as I am, I would like you to be happy.

So, I will just stand here in the corner of your world and wait -  wait for that time when you no longer want me to be one of the people you would like to keep. I will wait for that time when you will say you love me with no other sentences after it.

I haven’t said it to you upfront just yet because i really can’t find the words or the courage to say it, especially with how you said it first. However, let me just say it to you now (even though there’s only the slightest chance you would read this), I really like you and I have started to fall for you and just like falling from a bottomless pit, I don’t know how deep I have already fallen.

[bashf00l]

You say you've already moved on,but your actions say otherwise...

[bashf00l]

Rizal is Everywhere, Therefore He is Nowhere

I get it that Rizal deserves to be a national hero. And with that status, he also deserves to be treated as such. Statues should be erected in his honor, schools named after him, people named after him, anniversaries should be celebrated in honor of his death or birth, and also, as a human, his last wish should have also been fulfilled.

  History books would tell you that before he was executed, he told his relatives that he wanted to be buried in Paco cemetery (I'm not too good at Manila's geography so don't ask me where that is now). He also didn't want anniversaries (of his death, I think) to be celebrated, and also, he didn't want a memorial.

  However, Filipinos are, as we are made, stubborn. So, in the end, after he died, from Paco cemetery, his remains were transferred to Luneta, we made a park for him and in the middle lies his remains along with that iconic statue of his. And also, we celebrate his death anniversary elegantly.

  It's not entirely the Filipinos fault. Part of the blame should be credited to him as well. One famous anecdote about his childhood speaks about him boasting to his sisters that one day, people would make statues of him. I guess he was right on the mark.

  So, how does this trail of thought relate to the title? Rizal is revered as the national hero. His face can be seen in most if not all (I can't say for sure because I haven't been to all of them) government (or possibly even private) buildings. He has a lot of biographers talking about him from his love life to whether or not he's a leftist, rightist or centrist (the meaning of which I leave to those who I had PI with in college). He has become an icon. He is everywhere, but why is he nowhere?

  His ideals are nowhere. Go to Luneta, ask a couple of people there at random (just like those informal surveys they do on the news) who is Rizal. They would answer, the Philippine Nat'l Hero. Good answer. Follow up question: why? Answers would range from, he died a martyr, he was killed by the Spaniards, he had a lot of girlfriends from around the world (okay may be not that one). But bottom line, he was killed by the enemy, ergo he is a hero. Last follow up question, why was he killed? Most would probably answer, because he fought for our freedom.

  And that is where they would go wrong. He did not fight for freedom. He was even against the revolution when the KKK asked for his support (or "go" signal). He didn't want the Philippines to be free from Spanish rule, he just wanted the Spaniards and the Filipinos to have the same right. For the Philippines to be a province of Spain and have a representative in the Spanish court.

  He didn't want a revolution because according to him, the Filipino people are not ready for one. Many would die and many did in fact die. And for what? Freedom? Freedom to govern ourselves? And where did that take us? We went under the Americans, and during WWII, the Japanese. And after that, under Filipino politicians who act like the Spaniards, the Americans and the Japanese tyrants all rolled into one.

  In his book El Filibusterismo, he clearly said it through Ibarrra/Simeon (I think), why do we need freedom if the slaves of today will be the tyrants of tomorrow.

  The ideals of Rizal are dead. As dead as he is right now. The only difference is, we remember his face.

[bashf00l]

Fifty [Shades of Grey] Plus One

I won't be talking about the book. I only put that there to get you're attention, thus the brackets. Fifty plus one - meaning the majority rule. Why this topic? For one it's election time again and for another, I just want to [got a problem with that?].

  The majority rule, the rule by which is the basis of democracy. What the masses want is what the masses get [presumably]. I'm not a political analyst, I'm not even a graduate of any politics related course, so why believe my thoughts on the matter right? So stop reading if you don't want opinionated-outside the box ramblings about your precious democracy.

  Well then, suit yourself.

  I don't like democracy. Why? I just don't like it. Democracy is just an escape goat for a country who was under the rule of several others. We wanted freedom so we got it and the best at that time for the masses was democracy. The thought of being a democratic country was just a placebo for the masses. It didn't really take away the oppression that we have endured for more than 300 years. It only psychologically healed it.

  We have democracy but we are still under tyrannical rule. By whom? By our fellow countrymen.

  Democracy is good in the sense that it gives voice to the smallest of the masses, but that's where it ends. Majority is still what is followed. For the minority, you're message has been heard, democracy has been served. That is democracy.

  In some cases if not most, the majority is not always what is right. It could be good, but not right. The majority rule is the one who appointed that corrupt politician. So, in the end, who's to blame? Majority rule in school, if everybody is cheating, should you also?

  Democracy is not the best form of government. It never was.

[bashf00l]

Endangered Animals with Superpowers

That was the request my friend asked me for. Not that I make one, she just wanted me to draw one. At first I laughed at the thought. Not at the thought of animals having superpowers but at the total randomness of the message. Come now, how often do you get text messages from a friend asking you to draw creatures with superpowers, and take note of the specificity of the subject - she wants endangered animals.

  I thought about drawing one, and the first to come to mind is a tarsier with x-ray vision (way to emphasize on the eyes, huh?). After that thought, I couldn't think of anything else. Until now that I'm writing this, I couldn't. I think it's because I can't think of any other (locally) endangered animals. Oh wait, it just popped into my mind, how about a tamaraw with Superman-like powers? Redundant huh? A farm animal used because of its strength has super strength (talk about Pinoy comic book cliche). And then there was none. Again, I can't think of any more. Maybe if I keep on typing words here, another one would pop into my head. Come on brain, have you forgotten your HeKaSi or Araling Panlipunan subjects. I'm sure there's quite a few talks about endangered animals there. How about Pilandok? You know, the mouse deer? Ah, but he already is a legend. Talk about a talking deer, not to mention he's smarter than most people today. He would have made a great superhero character. His tagline would have been, "It's a mouse! It's a deer! No it's both!"(I'm sorry if that wasn't as funny as I thought it would be).

  So I guess it's between a tarsier and a tamaraw. The Philippine eagle? What superpower should we give it? The power to swoop down and snatch corrupt politicians out of their seats and drop them in the Pacific ocean? That could work, right?

  How about we go foreign? How about the rhino? Or the Bengal Tiger? While were at it, let's have a panda superhero. What's good about a panda is that, he's black, at the same time white and also asian (oops...kind of a racist there. Sorry.). The list goes on actually. Why? Because a certain specie is taking over. They are on top of the food chain so it's no wonder they'd take over. The more of these specie multiplies in number, the more the other animals gets decreased by. You can't add to one and not subtract from the other is the thought here. Along with them growing in number, this specie has also developed the ability to make and utilize complicated machines and tools that make everything easier. No wonder the other animals, endangered or not, would need superpowers. What is this super specie that is taking over the animal kingdom? I don't need to answer that really, you already know the answer. You're one of them.

P.S. To the friend who requested the drawing, sorry I wasn't able to draw it for you...

[bashf00l]

SINO Ang Iboboto Mo

Hindi ko po tinatanong and pangalan ng kandidatong iboboto mo, tinatanong ko kung SINO siya. Para sa iyo, sino nga ba siya? Bakit mo siya iboboto?

  Inggles sana ang gagamitin ko para sa artikulong ito pero nahirapan akong magtype ng "he/she" para naman wala sanang gender bias, kaya Filipino na lang.

  Unang tanong, sino siya? Siya ba'y mabuting tao? Siya ba'y abugado? Siya ba'y doctor? Siya ba'y relihiyoso? Siya ba'y maganda o di kaya'y gwapo? Straight ba siya? (sigurado ka?) siya ba'y mayaman at maraming pera? Nagbibigay ba siya ng lagay, este, mapagbigay ba siya? Kilala mo ba talaga kung sino siya?

  Pangalawang tanong, bakit mo siya iboboto? Dahil ba sa karakter niya? Dahil ba sa ineendorso siya ng idolo mong artista? Dahil ba sa ineendorso siya ng relihiyon mo o ng lider ng simbahan niyo (o sa ibang kaso, dahil ba sa siya ang lider ng simbahan niyo?). Dahil ba sa anak siya ng artista? Ng isang dating pulitiko? O ng isang dating artista? Dahil ba sa may sinimulan siyang proyekto sa barangay niyo pero hindi pa rin tapos at kailangang siya ulit ang manalo para matapos ito? Dahil ba sa siya ang nangunguna sa mga survey? Dahil ba sa bumoto siya ng guilty sa kaso ni Corona? (at sa kabilang dako, hindi mo ba siya iboboto dahil not guilty ang boto niya noon?). Dahil ba sa mas malaki ang bigay niya? Dahil ba sa may nakatutok na baril sa ulo mo at pag di mo siya binoto ay babarilin ka niya?

  May ilang uri ng politiko na ayaw ko at hinihiling ko na sana ay hindi manalo. Una, yung itinulak para maging politiko. Yun bang sinabihan ng iba para tumakbo. Ayaw ko kasi sa palagay ko, hindi buo sa isip nila ang desisyon kaya kinailangan pa silang kumbinsihin. Paano na kung nakaupo na siya? Alam kaya niya ang gagawin niya?

  Pangalawa, yung nagbago ang isip. Maaaring naudyukan para baguhin ang desisyon pero ang pinagkaiba nito sa una ay sinabi niya muna na hindi na siya kakandidato pero makikita mo rin pala sa COMELEC na nagpipila ng COC. Ano yun? Paepal lang? Drama effect? Biglang my divine intervention kaya iniba ang isip? Humingi ng sign?

  Pangatlo, ang kamag-anak ng lahat. Kamag-anak ni mayor, hipag ni governor, manugang ni congressman, pinsan ng bayaw ng lolo ng tiyahin ng bata ng mayor ng kabilang bayan, tapos sasabihin na hindi yun political dynasty. Sila rin ata yung mga nagpatanggal kay Marcos noon dahil raw sa rason na gagawing monarkiya ni Marcos ang gobyerno. Well, hindi ko alam.

  Pang-apat, yung gumagamit ng pangalan ng iba para mangampanya. Pangalan ng magulang, pangalan ng bayani, pangalan ng bayaning magulang, pangalan ng artistang magulang na naging bayani. Buhay man o patay. Mas lalo nang masama kung patay - sana naman, igalang ang patay. Ang patay ay patay na. Pagpahingain mo na ang pangalan niya. Huwag mo nang gamitin pa. Kung buhay man siya, hindi mo rin dapat gamitin. Bakit? Siya ba ang uupo sa pwesto mo kapag ikaw ang nanalo. Pero mas malupit ang mga katagang "Sa ngalan ng Diyos".

  Wala akong pakealam kung may kabuluhan man o wala ang mga pinagsasasabi ko. Ok lang sakin kung walang bumasa nito. Kung meron man, salamat at binasa mo, pero wag kang magpapapaniwala sa mga nababasa mo lang. Sabi nga ng isang manunulat, may sarili kang utak, paganahin mo. Hindi ako nagmumungkahi ng iboboto dahil ako man, ay hindi pa bumoboto, ni hindi pa nga ako rehistradong botante eh. Kaya, bakit ka nga naman makikinig sa hipokritong gaya ko?

[bashf00l]

Note From December

My friend asked whether I still write or not. I answered sometimes. Lately, I can't think of topics to talk about. It has been a boring month for me. It wasn't a mind-stimulating month. Yes, I met this wonderful girl but that's not something I'd find fun to write about.

  I didn't go home for Christmas and I don't think I'll be going home for the New Year also. I told my friend I don't feel homesick. She said I was numb.

  Maybe she is right. I AM numb but I'd rather describe it as being indifferent. I don't know how to feel homesickness. Maybe because I've been at home for 20 years that my body is rejecting the thought of missing it. Or maybe because I don't know where my "home" is. Don't give me that "Home-is-where-the-love-is" bullshit. I feel both places are my "home" but I don't want to go to one while not going to the other. I guess this is how someone with a mistress feels like.

  I was born in A, raised in B then went back to A to finish my studies. Basically I lived in B longer but I found people that makes me happy in A so, yeah, I'm screwed.

[bashf00l]

A Note From December

My friend asked whether I still write or not. I answered sometimes. Lately, I can't think of topics to talk about. It has been a boring month for me. It wasn't a mind-stimulating month. Yes, I met this wonderful girl but that's not something I'd find fun to write about.

  I didn't go home for Christmas and I don't think I'll be going home for the New Year also. I told my friend I don't feel homesick. She said I was numb.

  Maybe she is right. I AM numb but I'd rather describe it as being indifferent. I don't know how to feel homesickness. Maybe because I've been at home for 20 years that my body is rejecting the thought of missing it. Or maybe because I don't know where my "home" is. Don't give me that "Home-is-where-the-love-is" bullshit. I feel both places are my "home" but I don't want to go to one while not going to the other. I guess this is how someone with a mistress feels like.

  I was born in A, raised in B then went back to A to finish my studies. Basically I lived in B longer but I found people that makes me happy in A so, yeah, I'm screwed.

[bashf00l]

Abstract

The thing about abstract paintings is that, what they mean would differ from person to person. What the artist meant may not be what the critic understood. That's not a good thing if you have a message to say, but what if that is the message - to understand it simply as it is?

  I mean, abstract is by the word itself, abstract. It has no definite meaning, so why put a definite interpretation? Maybe the artist just wanted it to show that way just to stimulate you to think of anything. The artist wanted you to think of it as something you understand; think of something you want it to be. It has no form because you are the one who will put form into it.

  Amateurs would think that abstract paintings are easy mainly because they only see a couple of brush strokes or spilled paint on canvas. What they don't know is that abstract paintings are hard because you have to convey emotion without using a picture. You have to send out a message without using images. Abstract is like a cryptograph for paintings - you have to find out the meaning behind the paint on the canvas.

  Life is an abstract painting. More so, it's incomplete until your very last day on earth. The one who would give meaning to your life is not you nor the artist behind you, it's the people who will see the abstract painting that is your life. However, just like what I said earlier, people would have different interpretations of the painting, so why bother believe all of them? Believe what you want to believe and make that your abstract painting; make that your life.

[bashf00l]

Alone

I went on a trip alone. Not a very big achievement for a twenty year old, but still, it's worth to mention. I went to a mall in Pampanga (from Tarlac) to eat a single burger, ALONE.

  Don't think I'm depressed or anything. I just wanted a little bit of alone time. I wasn't really after the burger, or the view, I was after the feeling of being alone. I wanted to know the feeling of being a stranger. I wanted to know the feeling of being different from the others. I wanted to know what the first man in the moon felt when he was floating there alone (too much of a metaphor I presume?).

  By knowing the feeling, I get to realize how important others are to me. I realize that the burger is not really that delicious when you don't have friends to share it with. I realized that observing other customers as they enter the fast food shop is not that fun of a past time when you don't get to laugh with other people (people you know).

  Being alone once in a while makes me realize that no matter how hard I try to enjoy being alone, I would never enjoy it as much as I enjoy being with people I value.

  Just like the saying, absence makes the heart grow fonder, I think I'm only trying to make my heart grow fond of my friends.

[bashf00l]

Merry Election

What sort of person would compare Christmas with the election period? I don't know. Why not compare them?

  First of all, both are seasons of "gift" giving. Left and right (under-the-table) you see people exchanging gifts. In one event you see people exchange giftwrapped items. In the other, you see people giving away one kilograms of rice and a couple of canned sardines and some instant noodles.

  During Christmas, you see people giving aguinaldo to their godchildren. During election times,  you see people handing out wads of cash which came from a certain political figure.

  In Christmas, you have family reunions. During the elections, families reunite to select among them who would be the replacement for the incumbent Mayor who is now running as governor with his wife as the vice-governor.

  Christmas has fireworks (sometimes), elections have gun-fights between political rivals. Christmas has carolers singing Christmas songs while election times brings out those irritating political songs asking you to vote candidate X to the tune of the latest Willie Revillame song. Christmas season in the Philippines lasts for about five months (the longest in the world) since it start as early as September. The campaign period for the election starts about five months (I'm not sure) before the election day as dictated in the constitution BUT even before filing their candidacy, politicians have already made sure that their faces and names are plastered in every nook and cranny of their territory in all  forms of media.

  Christmas in the Philippines is a tradition passed down from one generation to another, and so is the politics here - it has already become a tradition, a way of life or worse, it may have already became our culture.

[bashf00l]

Curly

I've been dreaming of this friend of mine that I met in college. She was small and thin but what attracts the most attention about her is her naturally curly hair. As much as I want to tell you that the reason I noticed her was because of her hair, I can't.

  It was during our college's admission day that we met. I was standing around the corner of the hallway towards the lobby near the entrance. I didn't know where to go or what to do. Then, from all of a sudden, I heard a cluttering sound. I looked for the source of the sound, and just around the corner, there I saw this little girl with curly hair in a somewhat emo/punk outfit, rushing to put back together the phone she dropped. Apparently, she saw me looking curious and she smiled (of course I smiled back). That was our first connection.

  After that, I went back to the same corner I was standing in still having no idea what to do or where to go from there. Then, from nowhere she comes to me and asks me if I was also new there (not sure what the exact words were). After that, it was like a montage of boy meets girl sort of events. I tagged along with her the whole time we were having the admission process. She even introduced me to a couple of friends of hers that were also being admitted to that college. We met again during the enrollment and medical check up.

  After that day, I never saw her again; not until the first day of classes where I found out we were classmates.

[bashf00l]

Deadlines

I have always had a bad relationships with deadlines. I'm a procrastinator and it took me 10 years to get to admit that. I always thought that if there's still more time, there's no need to do it right now (thinking there are always better things to be done).

  As the deadline closes, my thoughts of finishing things to be done flood my head, however, it's still not enough to drive me into doing them (or starting to work on them). I always count the days I have until the deadline. Days become hours and hours become minutes.

  For big projects, I only start making them a night before the deadline. I do an all-nighter for those ones, sometimes not getting any sleep because of that and I have to go to school and pass them half asleep. I remember this one project I had for high school. It was a scale model of a house. I started making it the night before the deadline. I pulled off an all-nighter for that one and ran into a lot o troubles like running out of glue (I was forced to use rugbie) and I almost ran out of illustration board (the material I used to make the "house"), I also ran out of watercolor in the middle of the night so I scavenged my old things for excess water colors - gladly I found some. I finished at dawn and got time for a one-hour powernap. I went to school groggy that day.

  Even after that incident, I never learned my lesson. I was picked to make a class portrait which was supposed to be due before our graduation. I was only able to start it a week before graduation and I took my time making it. One night I made the pencil outline, the next night I traced it with a marker. The next four nights I spent coloring it. When I was done, it was already two days after our graduation. It didn't even have the luxury of being posted on the wall of our homeroom. In short, my adviser was pretty dismayed.

  I guess my procrastination is really a bad habit to break but I don't really mind. I might even procrastinate with life's deadline. That would be a good thing right?

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Nightmare

I felt the worst fear of my life last night. It was not because of a threat on my life nor was it because of a dog chasing me to bite my leg off (anticlimactic?). It was because of a nightmare I have.

  It was about a friend (in my dream she was my friend). Right now the face of that person has become a blur and I can't tell for sure who it was but in my dream we were close. I have two persons in mind as to who it was but I won't tell you.

  To get to the worst part, as I was lying on my bed (in my dream), after a spending a day with her, my door suddenly sprung open and stopped halfway. My room was dark but the hallway's light was on. I sneaked a peak and got shocked at what I saw - my friend was hanging by the neck and the rope was still swinging. As if that wasn't gruesome enough, I even saw blood oozing out of her abdomen because of a stab wound and the knife was still impaled in her (I guess my sub-concious has a really vivid imagination). I wasn't able to speak due to the shock, or just that I cannot speak at all. I was looking at her face and it was neither calm nor afraid - it was completely blank. An emotionless corpse was swinging in front of me covered in blood. As if that wasn't enough to torture me, I saw a person's hand through the door making a thumbs-up sign as if asking me if he/she did a good job (in killing her, probably or in scaring me).

  I tried to shout in my dream but I can't. It was more of a wail than a shout. I tried and tried until my lungs have given out and I felt like I was going to go insane and that's when I woke up from that nightmare. After waking up, my chest was still heavy as if I was really screaming. I even thought I was still dreaming because I can still see the hand giving that "thumbs up" sign only to realize it was the silhouette of the charger I hung on the window.

  I tried to calm myself down but I couldn't. I barely got back to sleep after that. I just hope there won't be a part two when I go to sleep tonight.

[bashf00l]

Name Game (Again)

Amidst your childish look and smiles,

In you a cute woman resides.

Kept on forgiving us for rules we broke,

Overlooked everything until you choked.

Let it be that sorry isn't enough,

Your forgiveness still I would ask.

Never will I forget your kindness, name and face

Every moment of each day I reminisce

Every class we had in this four-sided space.

Each time your eyebrows move and you

Smile with lips like roses with morning dew

This writer's heartbeat skips a few

Until I realize you're looking at me looking at you

If these limericks have become too personal,

Sorry but I'm just that emotional.

T'is nothing more than an expression of awe

Admiration for someone who made me drop my jaw.

[bashf00l]

The News Today

Media today is isn't as simple as stating the fact as it is. Very contrary to what they teach you on journalism seminars. I've joined a couple of said seminars and was thought what was ideal in journalism and frankly, I think the reporters of today seldom practice the ideal. The media is now treated as a business. It has become a battle of ratings. News programs battle it out to be the best instead of just trying to disseminate factual news. Yes, they show facts but not in a way that they should be done. The difference between a broadsheet and a tabloid is not just the size of the paper, it's the content and how it is delivered. Most news programs on the TV today follow the tabloid. Brutal with words. What do I mean? Opinionated headlines for one. If I remember my seminar correctly, news should never be opinionated. Still, newscasters do this. And so, the minds of the viewers, thinking that whatever the reporters say is news thinks that everything he spouts out of his mouth is true. The effect of media on the populace is heavy. It can make or brake a certain person's reputation. So easy on the opinions, please. You're not suppose to deliver editorials, that is for talk shows. Speaking of talk shows, does the life of a celebrity really equal in people's interest as that of the crime committed by a certain group? Does the way a certain celebrity dressed up on a date equal the suicide of a teenage girl due to poverty? Does the comment of a celebrity about the best night club in Manila equal the debates of politicians about a certain law? You may say no, but then, why do they have the same air time? And for some, they even get follow up news. And don't get me started on the follow up news. Haven't you ever heard of the expression, "yesterday's news"? Just because it spiked up your ratings, doesn’t mean you should do follow ups that last for a week. Come one, Pacquiao lost, get over it. Pacquiao won, get over it. One or two days worth of news about the millionaire boxer is enough already. You don't have to include what his mother thinks about the fights for crying out loud. But I guess it's not entirely the fault of the media. They're only giving what the people want. Haven't you ever wondered why Pacquiao's fight or Kris's commentaries or Charice's new hairdo trump headlines about the Maguindanao Massacre or GMA's cases? It's what people want. Apparently, we're more interested on why Pacman lost than why Corona lost. A certain foreign reporter once said "No news is bad news" but please, if there's really no news, don't make news.