Xixi Maturan's THIRD WORLD LIVING

I am not a political creature.  I was born in an academic environment where logic and morally acceptable acts are supreme.  Although my father was a victim of what you may call 'academic politics' ; I still stand strong that I am NOT within its realm.  As early as 5 years ago or so, there were social and mainstream media screams as to who will or should be the next president of this third world republic.  Names were dropped like jaws.  Or as sputum.  Jejomar , who won over Mar among others as vice president, blatantly showed his extreme interest to be the next president.  Well, his preemption gained him a plunder accusation which now after a meticulous and malicious grave digging clearly shows that , indeed he dipped his dirty black hands on the coffers of Makati.  Had he waited for a later time to declare his ambition, the mischief his clan initiated may not have had the chance for a total abolition mode.  He may as well get his skin ready for tattoos. Digong may seem to b

I guess it was in the early part of the new millenium that a paper shredder found its way to my realm.  My brother, also as gay as the month of May who happens to be an anthropologist and a consultant of multinational entities sought the contraption to do away with confidential files .  Being manual, I shared the chore of destroying reams of documents and when there was almost a mountain pile I found it rather interesting.  I kept them in a box where for whatever reason , I'd grab a handful and start a bush fire [I was quite ignorant then of the Clean Air Act];  keep fragile gifts cushioned inside their boxes and even mix them with the  kapok in my pillows.

Nothing salacious. Nothing prurient as the other mouth of the chlamy-proud attests to a movie where she is supposedly ecstatic to be part of .   Of course, inserting risque scenes in a totally absurd titled flick would be merely redundant.   Without having to bat a limpy eyelash, it quite is screamy for comfort to see a film produced by one of largest syndicated network in the world.   Isn't it enough that they are quite successful to serve mediocrity into our gullible tribe?   Actually, the    THREE X'S are as follows:

No trace that I am balancing a selfie stick here! Oh yes, image manipulation is evident No filters. The Chaikran Sisters torching the darkness. When I archived my long running ALIWAN AVENUE domain and settled to go on a dollarless blog, I promised my imaginary friend RazaZo'O that my foundling borne out of desperation and orgasmic frustrations in life will exploit the very essence of what my cellular components are made of.

My fascination with botanical sprouts goes a long way back to childhood.  I was born and raised   in an agricultural college [which eventually became a university] in Bukidnon . To crossover in a lush environ is a phenomenon in itself ; growing up gazing at vasts mountain ranges is another thing.  You are effortlessly  drawn towards a sacred vacuum where nature reigns supreme and absolutely convey  a mystical thought that indeed man is one with his Supreme Creator.

Age is merely a referential element to acknowledge one's generation.  At 59, although I no longer hunger fame or glory, I just wish to keep my consciousness in focus.  Doing best what I love , and filled with excitement even just to whip up a breakfast feast or smudging a song.

... pensive.  THE Mercedes Cabral! As a child, it may have occurred to her that one near future she was going to wear skins of a myriad of women [and men?]. It may not have come as a wondrous dream but rather a steamy afterthought.

Android phones are now relatively affordable. Nobody is ever caught without it except for old school farts who insists that 'that' thing-y or gadget is nowhere within their cranial capacity. Or they just have to be cute when they wave their analogs in the air explaining that they have no time for the complexities of modern living,

Such is in the context of poverty. Not just materially, but spiritually as well. UP TOO CLOSE : Every angle is magnified. Dissected. Trashed, bashed and promptly forgotten. UP TOO PERSONAL : Each fiber is stretched; exploited, hoarded for future misuse and left dried and with only a single [bad] breath. SUCH is the word to describe THIRD WORLD habits that define what is and what is not viable to anyone within its realm. One cannot have a choice, one must concede to the wails of hunger. If only to be part of it and then not for a price, then this pearly islands of corrupt officials and starstruck bastards would have at least some dignity to speak of and then dream about cornucopia. At 59, I have seen a lot.

FANG LA HEY HEY Not A Chinese Resto is a fantasy eatery that only exists in a street in my mind on a city made up of dreams that looks like my fatally-upgrade-ready kitchen. 'FangLa' is derived from a tagalog term for 'devour' which is 'lapang' basically descriptive of a frenzied feeding orgy of hungry mammals among other eternally hungry animals. Flamboyantly adopted like a foundling left at the steps of a church in a southern city by the gay race; it is essentially decoded by vowel reversion to connote several other activities of the mouth. Substituting 'f' for 'p' is merely out of habit. Therefore FANGLA, and now sounds Chinese ; although there just might be a cantonese/mandarin/fookien word that sounds like it which may to them mean 'grab those lonely Southern Sea islands'. With that painstakingly elaborated upon for momentary entertainment of word porn, savour on two box-office hit offerings at FANGLA HEYHEY Not A Chinese Rest

IF the Philippines were a second or a first world country, it may have never seen the likes of former first child, now first sister KRISTINA BERNADETH COJUANGCO AQUINO for a painful reason: highly developed nations simply do not have the luxury of tolerating pea-brained offsprings of doomsday politicians who wear a hundred and two faces and properly make sure that their distorted view of a better world is to commit suicide instead of dying of a diseased heart in exile.

Of course you read it right. You cannot be wrong. This is intentional and the pun came as an accident. When the 'DAANG MATUWID' was pitched like it was a crispier, chinese-ly prepared chicken parts, I laughed. So hard that my false dentures threatened to let loose and fly into the air but did not. My ridge-less gums [what do you expect I lost all my teeth when I was eighteen!] was graciously swabbed with the popular adhesive [I hope an adman reads this and make me an endorser!]. It wasn't funny .

That is perhaps the lyrical translation of a tyke Nino Muhlach movie, TAHAN NA EMPOY. But then, SHUT UP , EMPOY would be straightforward and totally an attention-grabber. Why Hush, Empoi [yes, Maurice 'Empoi' with an 'i' to give a rather pretentious slant] and who is Empoi? It could only be gayhood that keeps connections to the unconnected relevant and fun.

It does sound like a joke. The label is of a level with which only a creative mind can concoct. But . 'Asia's Hidden Golden Diva' was coined by those who have experienced the artistry of Xixi Maturan. Googable and very much into social media, Xixi's alter-ego Paul H Roquia has in almost 25 years indefatigably built an acumen of sorts that involved the rather 'reluctant' vocal stylist in him , developing a musical brew that would perfectly sit on his tenor-ish tone. XIXI MATURAN is not a real person but rather an intriguing character borne out of the hazy, drugged and ambitious energy residue of an artists' group in the 80s.

When a TW creature engages into the unknown, the common last words before he disappears is "Bahala na si Batman". An expression that must have originated from a curiously creative mind to dissipate the gravity of the common adage "BAHALA NA".

"Mabuhay" is our way of celebrating a moment. It easily escapes from us into the air to punctuate jubilation. I still have to hear it in a funeral which I guess is quite fitting too as a send-off message to the dearly departed into the afterlife. "Buhay" is life therefore, "Mabuhay" also applies to the afterlife! Anyway... if you happen to be brought here by any eventuality or a misclick or link, allow me to say M A B U H A Y! Welcome to THIRD WORLD LIVING! It is just about anything thirdy . Actually this is really an old concept I cooked up somethime in the early 80s I thought of as vignettes to be compiled as a book but then life got quite complicated that it had to settle for the back burner of a very dirty kitchen somewhere away from civilization.