The MRT is the greatest leveler of human scent.
You ride cheek by jowl with passengers
you exchange gifts of scent.
Some pleasant, some gross.
Others make you remember,
the Albatross.
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June 3, 2011
MRT
utoy, bigyan mo ako
ng isang tasang mainit
na kape,
matapang,
wag mong lagyan ng gatas
tsaka konting asukal lang.
Samahan mo na rin ng biskwit.
Order ng isang gusto lang magkape
sa Starbucks.
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June 7, 2011
Strabucks
Shangrila, Makati
heto na ang ulan
papatak sa pisngi
dadampi sa labi
ginhawa sa paglalakbay
heto na ang bus
siksikan ang madla
lahat pauwi na
sa kanilang mga bahay
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June 10, 2011
Sa bus pauwi
ganito mararamdaman mo kapag nakasakay
ka sa bus na ang driver ay natatae:
iwasmoulomosabintanaparadikamauntoghaharorootngtodotapossabaybrek(!)
harorootulitsabaypihitsakaliwapihitsakanan t xt ms g sa c el f onmodimonamabasahabangangkonduktoraynaninigilsayow8tlangpow8tlangtanginanaman…
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June 8, 2011
Bus byaheng Baclaran
I wonder if strike-anywhere
matches will work on
a bridge that I’ve crossed
a year ago after we helped
build a regime. We were sent
home, and left forgotten.– June 5, 2011
“Walang bulaklak sa burol ng dukha,
pawang natabunan ng biro at luha,
sa ilalim ng lupa’y nilugmok ang bangkay
diyan nagmumula ang tamis ng halaman”
mga unang linya sa kanta ng Patatag noong 1985.
Noong panahong nasa rurok ang pakikibaka laban kay Makoy.
“Pulutin mo ang punlong may bahid pa ng dugo
ipahid ang basang tela sa sumabog niyang puso
alaala ito ng mga luha alaala ito ng nagbabagang lupa”
ang panapos na linya sa kanta ng Patatag noong 1985.
Ngayon ay bibigyan daw ng Full Military Honors si Makoy.
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June 4, 2011
Paranaque City
You know holiday shopping is offensive and wasteful. You know Christmas “wish lists” and “gift exchanges” degrade the concept of giving. You know Christmas marketing is a scam, benefiting manufacturers, stores, and huge corporations, while driving individuals into debt. You know this annual consumer frenzy wreaks havoc on the environment, filling landfills with useless packaging and discarded gifts.
Yet, every year, you cave in and go shopping.
The relentless onslaught of advertising exerts constant pressure. So do the unified bleatings of herds of shoppers, who call you “Scrooge” if you fail to enthusiastically join their ritual orgy of consumption. Friends and family needle you with gift requests, store windows beckon with shiny colorful packages, the same “classic” holiday jingles are piped constantly through every speaker in town.
We show our love for friends and family by giving our time and care, not by purchasing consumer goods. We maintain the integrity of giving by giving spontaneously and from our hearts, rather than during a specified season!
Taken from xmasresistance