THY KINGDOM COME
Satur Sulit
comforts, tranquility, good times…
these are the pleasures that make life worthwhile
…and victories…
we must succeed against all odds
that is the cost.
Satur Sulit
comforts, tranquility, good times…
these are the pleasures that make life worthwhile
…and victories…
we must succeed against all odds
that is the cost.
if you’re into astrology: mercury turns retrograde — i.e., looks like it’s moving backwards as seen from earth — from december 26 tomorrow until january 15, 2010.
and three more times in 2010:
* April 17 – May 11
* August 20 – September 12
* December 10 – December 29
mother earth cares nothing for christmas. mayon volcano continues in the throes of imminent eruption. no ceasefire there.
in which spirit i was planning to post a piece taking off from the celdran–paredes online catfight smack into the migration issue that celdran raised, which truly deeply resonates with pinoys who stay, but on second thought it can wait til after christmas. puwede ring pag-isipan pa.
so i was looking around for a christmas piece worth re-posting. in the end i settled on toto gonzalez’s in remembranceofthingsawry.
Comedy Relief: New threat to kiddies, 16 December 2009
I had a great big laugh yesterday late afternoon as I was at a department store shopping for Christmas presents…
A six year old boy was having a tantrum because his mother refused to buy him the toy he wanted. Some new thing that cost Php thousands. He was making a mess of himself right there, embarrassing his young and pretty mother no end…
“Tama na iyan! Pag hindi ka tumigil, pupugutan ka ng ulo ni AM*ATUAN!!! Papatayin ka ni AM*ATUAN!!!” snapped the mother.
The little boy immediately stood up and behaved.
I’ve heard of various threats to kiddies. But I’ve never heard of AM*ATUAN to be one of them!!!
How’s that for the Grinch who stole Christmas???
Harharhar!!!
on the occasion of copenhagen:
Satur Sulit
s-l-o-w
is the world we are born into,
the universe takes its time,
taking pleasure
in its states of equilibrium,
bearing life.
now man, its own, its favored child,
his engines roaring
sends it hurtling
into untested futures
of catastrophe and destruction.
the word is out:
if there is an end of the world
it will be man-made