My frozen fingers have lost their touch. Yet the warm laptop continues to warm the lower part of my belly. There were times when my fingers danced to the tune of chaos or of jubilation. Now, they tread softly, with remorse, with prohibition and with a dreadful mindfulness.
These words are frozen in time. Lost in the sewage of cacophony. The blaring bass filled vibrations echoing in my head signals the wandering in the wilderness. I knew this time would come. The time when the words ceased flowing like the river of justice. Now, they're just a dam. Accumulating.
The truth about he, whose name must not be spoken is that he was merely a magnifying glass and a mirror. A mirror into the soul of the Filipino. He is rage personified. He is vengeance unleashed in a calculating manner. The Punisher. He will be what he will be. And the Filipinos soul will be exposed for what we all are.
No amount of dazzling coronation rendered meaningless by the stain of truth. As if somebody threw a bottle of black ink on a wedding gown. It was there all along. The raging beast, the agonizing chattering of teeth, the petulant bickering seen so many times in the slums of Tondo and in some decrepit province. This is what Filipino discourse has devolved into.
So many screaming voices with raging fists, make the little children clasp their ears tightly. The noise of the unceasing fights, like a domestic spat or a maelstrom of demons and evil spirits.
Pandora's box was opened. I tried to warn everybody, yet everybody insisted on opening it.
Now we are bound by fate to make harried decisions on things beyond our control. Ecclesiastes 1:9-11 aptly sets the context. The Holy and Mighty Roman empire that never was, will most likely crumble before it ever came to be.
So many revelations unfolding like the rolling of the bloody red carpet. Yes, the Filipino is unveiling itself in a monumentally blundering manner for all to see and to snicker at. It would have been a funny and tragic comedy were it not that the whole world is also unraveling itself.
Sometimes, I question myself. I question time and age. Do things really unravel in this manner at my age? Or do I just have a blunted perception of the reality of instant and real time news? Yet we are enamored by it. r/worldnews, r/philippines and dear Lord, facebook.
It seems that the only way to go forward in the mindless and heartless bleed out is the painstaking hobbling forward. Like hobbling forward with a bullet hole in the head. Keeping on keeping on, despite the fact that everything is rendered moot and academic by the time all the blood has been shed. Upon reaching the destination, the weary traveler simply succumbs. Yes, we have reached the end.
There we shall rest.
Sunday, October 15, 2017
Tuesday, October 10, 2017
Before anything else, I would just like to point out that my domain, [dannybuntu dot com] for more than 7 years now, has been taken over by somebody else. From now on, I would only post here on dannybuntu.blogspot.com.
October 10, 2017
I have found it hard to write lately about most things that are going on in the world and not just the Philippines. To be sure, there are many, many, many things to write about.
As a father, my thoughts fall mainly on Samuel, my soon to be born youngest son.
My wife and I are undergoing a nesting period of sorts. She sewed some baby mittens from old cloth, cleaned up the crib and tried our best to make our home - homier for the baby.
I, on the other hand concentrated mainly on covering the financial aspects which is a little complicated. Foremost of these are unforeseen business expenses brought about by bad contractors among many other things I do not care to delve on at the moment.
Dear Baby Samuel,
I do not know if you would read this some day. Just know that mama and I, as well as your ate's and other siblings love you with all our hearts. These are not normal times for the world or for our country. And I cannot help but worry about the kind of world you would see when you grow up.
Lately, I have been thinking about death a lot.
So many surround me. So many sordid details I do not wish to impart to you. But as it is, that is life, death is omnipresent.
My wish is to see you grow up until I am old. But if that won't be possible, then you would have at least your mom and siblings to tell you stories about what our family was like when the world was young, when dreams were fresh and when the meadows were green and the streams quiet.
Truly, you would have an interesting future.
I'd like to give you the nickname of 'Samboy' or 'Sammie'. When I was younger, there was a basketball player who seemed as if he could walk on air. I wanted to be like him. His socks were pure white and strangely long up to his knees. As a child, I always asked my mom, to buy me those 'knee socks' but couldn't really find something that long. I instead got those 'soccer' (ugh) socks that had green lines on them. They were comfy and at the time, I really felt as if I was 'Samboy Lim' the Skywalker. Reference that to Luke in Star Wars.
Sadly, I didn't play as well. I did get to be on a championship team though, I just wasn't able to get the ring. I'd spare you the details and tell you myself when I get the chance.
Anyway, kuya Alex and I are playing 'Spaceship Paper' and I just told him about the Borg Cubes. So, until then... :)