The Dwarf just pardoned The Yak. I’m trying to laugh it off but I’ve really lost all respect for the administration. Goddess help the Filipinos because we are all doomed. Even Filipinos outside the country and living the golden life abroad.

Everybody SHOULD watch this!

Joy Nash rocks! Listen to her, people!

I was just thinking how hard it is to be a talk show host. Not the ones in weekly talk shows like Boy Abunda. I’m talking about those with nightly shows like Jay Leno, David Letterman and Conan O’Brian. Accepting a job like that is true commitment.

They have to be there every weekday. Probably get to the studio early for rehearsals then make-up. I’m also guessing they are the ones who prepare the questions to ask the night’s guests. When there are plans to invite an author, they have to read the book. In Conan O’Brian’s case, he sometimes has sketches so he has to rehearse with the other actors.

Then there’s the show itself. They have to know how to carry an interesting conversation with the guests. If things get heated during an interview, they have to be cautious and pacify the guest. When animals are involved, they have to be game even when confronted with dangerous beasts.

I’m sure they get more than enough compensation for their work but these guys might somehow be neglecting their families because of their busy schedule. I’m sure they love what they’re doing. Hell, they can’t even have day-offs. If they’re sick, they still need to come in and do the show.

I don’t envy them at all but I do admire them. They make my reality go away every night.

Let us support the peaceful citizens of Burma as they try to overthrow their military government who keeps on refusing to respect their human rights. I can feel that they will be able to do so but they need constant support and encouragement.

Whatever your religion is, head over to www.wcrp.org/initiatives/campaign-for-burma and sign their petition calling for a peaceful dialogue with the Burmese government.

I wasn’t going planning to blog about her but I might as well throw in something. In case you don’t know what she did, please refer to this. I think what she did is wrong, insensitive, and not at all classy as she seems to think of herself to be. I’ve read about her years ago in society pages so I’m pretty sure she’s stinking rich. I guess that paved the way for her to have her own column and other writing gigs. Who the fuck cares? Who takes those so-called writers seriously anyway? Most of the time, they’re just spewing hot air. A lot of people are calling for a boycott or getting her fired. I say why not take other society writers down with her. They’re a waste of newspaper space. What I don’t like about this debacle are comments about her size. Why does this affect me? Because it associates fat with all the negativity she caused. Criticize her boorish behavior all you want but her fat didn’t make her that.

Have you ever cried because of your country? I have numerous times. I cry from frustration and pity because I know that the Philippines can be much much better than its current state. I’m frustrated with the rampant poverty, the bureaucratic red tapes, the filthy streets, the corruption in almost every system, etc. etc. etc. Years ago the Philippines wasn’t like this. There was a time when we were ahead of our Asian neighbors. There was a time when we weren’t in debt, when the Philippine Peso was equal to the US Dollar, when our rivers were blue and pollution-free. I cry because so many are leaving the country so that they would have enough money to feed their family. I think the real reason why I cry is because of the feeling of helplessness.

I’m sure a lot of Filipinos have cried for the same reason. We have no clue how to bring back the country to its former glory. The ‘cancer’ is eating us away and there seems no cure for it. The illness is in too deep now. Daily news or robberies, killings, and corruption has become normal and we hardly react anymore. We have become desensitized somehow but the wound is still there. Every once in a while, we feel the pain. Every once in a while, we begin to hope. We pin our hopes on a promising politico, hoping that he won’t be corrupt and that he would be able to change the government. We join organizations and volunteer work to do things like lessen pollution, promote women’s rights, or whatever. But after awhile, when nothing has really changed, we revert to our jaded normal self.

Tears are just that. Tears. Salty liquid oozing out from tear ducts sometimes triggered by emotion. They’re useless because they can’t change the way things really are. My tears can’t do anything to improve the Philippines.

I was watching tv a couple of days ago. I think it was on National Geographic or Discovery Channel. Anyway, there was a short feature on Sri Sri Ravi Shankar. He’s a spiritual guru and all of his disciples (?) were smiling the whole time Mr. Shankar was with them. They must really respect him.

People from all over India come to him to seek enlightenment or ask for help to heal sicknesses. One of the exercises he makes the people do is a simple breathing exercise with simple arm movements. A follower of Shankar was interviewed. She’s young and always had dizzy spells and headaches. After going to him, she was healed.

Sri Sri Ravi Shankar’s breathing exercise was studied by a psychiatrist and, when interviewed, the scientist said that the exercise works on depression. The patients do get better.

I want to know the exercise being taught by Ravi Shankar. I’m hoping that it will heal my depression.

Addendum

I thought that Sri Sri is the father of Nora Jones. Turns out that her father is Ravi Shankar, not a guro, but a sitar virtuoso.

I’m so glad I brought my laptop with me and super satisfied that I’m a Smart subscriber. There’s airborne access here at the airport and I have an hour and a half to kill time before we board the place. So yay! First time I was able to use my cheap AA access and it’s at the airport. I think that’s cool.

I need sleep badly. I only had an hour of forty winks last night. Went out with Phoebe again to watch that terrible film called Lucky You. It was a waste of 140 pesos. If you’re planning to watch it, don’t. The actors play poker throughout the whole film. Well, 70% of the film anyway. I don’t even understand poker at all so the film just made me confused. There’s some side story - romance between Eric Bana and Drew Barrymore - very cheesy. It’s really a waste of time.

I feel like I’ve forgotten something. If that’s so I hope it’s not important.

I hope there’s free wifi at Bangkok and Pattaya.

I didn’t watch the boxing match between Solis and Paquiao. I don’t like Manny anymore. Mukha na syang pera. Instead of focusing on his career as a boxer, gusto pa nya sumali sa politika. With friends like Singson and the likes coaching him that the government is where the money is, lumalabas ang tunay na kulay nya. He’s such a big disappointment talaga.