Xixi Maturan's THIRD WORLD LIVING

Nothing indeed , but the possession of some power  can with any certainty discover  what at the bottom is   the true character of any man. -Burke EJK  or Extra Judicial Killing crept into global consciousness with a brown flavor.  Definitely.  Overwhelming and undeniably alarming, its wake gave the islands a rather twisted picture.  Rodrigo* , true to his character lambasted his critics in a trail of presidential speeches which were not only tainted with anger and a cuss here and there, but rather an alzheimeric [not a real word] oral diarrhea whatever the occasion or audience.  He hammered on his promise to wage war on drugs and whoever was into it within his breathing space he would 'PATYON KA NAKO!' [I will kill you!']. While the I-will-kill-you-slur is embedded into the colonized culture, it offers a myriad of effects on a diverse inter island population not to mention the persistence of several generations sharing a na...

Another haphazardly composed FB STATUS... ... had RODRIGO made an extra effort to go beyond his promise to thwarp the drug trade, the pushers and the users; he would have consulted his inner self what his greasy face was up to. ... is he aware that 'mindbending' substances traces back beyond the start of civilization? that early humanoids found edible but not lethal growths and flora fauna to make them solve inane difficulties which made them dependent on them until they stumbled upon a new thought to establish themselves as the prime creatures of this planet? ... was he feebly in his elements when he mouthed phrases of threat such as 'I WILL KILL YOU'? Was he then aware that this race is a confused lot... they literally interpret anything that comes from a prominent figure as well as the media? He may have the best of intentions but again, didn't he ever come across an adage that 'GOOD INTENTIONS ARE NEVER ENOUGH? That it comes from a deep r...

As an apolitical creature during most of my youth and  after several years have finally realized that I am a parcel of a whole that is a brown race ; I have taken the liberty to use social media to vent my indignation of what happened to the pipe dreams I blew when the widow took over in 1986.  Before her, I was into what seemed to be a smooth sail as a showbiz upstart.  I did FM radio, got fancied to appear as an actor in films and television and did preprod work with a then hot director of risque photoplays.  Then, things took a turn when the most touted democracy was supposedly regained; I had to work like a horse, a dog and a fleece just to keep my body and soul glued to each other.  But then that is all but the past and even if our past is our worst nightmare and enemy, I can gladly say that so far people can talk to me coherently. FACEBOOK is such a relief for so many maladies that knocked on all parts of consciousness.  I was particularly fond o...

I feel too excited to share this YouTube video that takes us all above our prime metropolitan site : Manila.  Enjoy but do lower the volume... 

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 rea...

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.