There were these 12 year old boys hanging around. As I got my food and left they were all checking me out like little prepubescent lemurs and one of them said “Can I get your number?” And I turned around and said “Why, you need a babysitter?”
It takes so little to make the Filipino happy. So little to make him smile, and hope. This is being proven in the case of young Pinoy boxer Mark Anthony Barriga, who decisively trounced his first opponent in the Olympic ring, a much taller and huskier Italian. The match was not even a medal-winning one, only some kind of qualifier, but see? Our people are rejoicing, as if the boy already got a gold medal.
But how can we blame them? There is a time-worn Filipino saying that “In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king”. So, in the team of non-winners, some of them, like the weightlifter, losing so shamefully, Barriga is the king. But let us continue hoping that he moves on after the next encounter, and the next, until he comes within sniffing distance of a medal. Never mind the color, just any medal with the Olympic logo will do.
—Ninfa Leonardia, The Visayan Star (August 3, 2012)
Good job to Barriga though! Losing by one point (16-17) always sucks. #We could’ve had it all
Can I just say how today my heart has been opened up to two things in this life- babies and dogs- two things I use to hate and shun.
It’s been a while that I’ve been in this pessimistic state towards all things maternity, having a family, being a mother and all that jazz. I’m always, ‘Yeah I don’t think I’m gonna get married or have children since I’m too selfish for all that,’ till today! Today, I got to meet one of our family friend’s 4-month old grandson, and long story short- my heart just melted over his cuteness! I can’t deny how nice it is to hold and cuddle a baby. I just want to spend my entire day with him. I know this doesn’t come with the responsibilities of being a parent, but I believe we all learn anyway. I think God used today and this baby to de-clog my heart of this pessimistic view.
And then dogs! My mom got these two dogs here and my sisters are crazy over them except for me. Till today! I don’t know what got into me, but I just felt the urge to pet them which led to cuddling and I swear they are the nicest dogs I know. I always used to hate dogs because I saw them as dirty, ferocious creatures, but that changed today.
So I learned that maybe, just maybe, there are many things in life that we hold grudges toward, or shun or hate or frown or look down upon, but maybe, when we actually get ourselves to look at them just a little closer, we’ll end up finding out that they’re not so bad after all, and that we may actually just be in love with them.
“It’s beautiful when you find someone that is in love with your mind. Someone that wants to undress your conscience and make love to your thoughts. Someone that wants to watch you slowly take down all the walls you’ve built up around your mind and let them inside.”—(via chaoswithinus)
“Kelsey, never simply pray for a home for the homeless when yours is open. Do not just pray for God to take care of the poor when He has given you money. Prayer is one thing, but God has already answered your prayers with the gifts He has given you. The real injustice in the world is when the hands of God’s people are idle.”—Kelseyisms
Borris Johnson (Mayor of London) was criticized for what he said about beach volleyball, but I agree with him. What did he say? He described the players as “half-naked females glistening like wet otters.”
They may call Borris Johnson sexist as well as racist, but I have always thought the same about the so-called beach (away from any beach, at that) volleyball which seems to be just an excuse to have a display of female pulchritude, or lack of it sometimes. Why is that beach volleyball for men does not require the players to be “semi-naked and glistening like wet otters”? Unfair, unfair. But perhaps some of those female players are also exhibitionists, so let them be.
—Ninfa Leonardia, The Visayan Daily Star (August 3, 2012)
I’m usually not into these ‘lovey dovey’ songs most Filipinos are into (you know they are xP), but when I heard it on the radio in a taxi and again at my house, I was like ‘Hmm, wow. I might actually like song,’ and I do now. Why? Because unlike most songs about women today, the lyrics aren’t about how ‘hot’ a certain woman is or merely highlighting certain body parts of hers then sexualizing it afterwards. It’s sweet, honest, and respectful both to the parents and to the woman. Traditional, yes, but really, really refreshing to hear.
Open question to the Internet: Why is it apparently mysogynistic of men to get excited about the Olympics women’s beach volleyball because there’s pretty ladies jumping about in tight sport bikinis, when half of the female Tumblr population has done little else this week but perve over the Olympic male swimmers in their tiny swimming trunks?
Because female athletes aren’t considered to be serious competitors. Because the women’s football tickets are being given away, and the men’s football tickets cost thousands upon thousands of pounds. Because female athletes struggle for sponsorship unless they’re stereotypically aesthetically attractive enough to get modelling deals whereas Wayne Rooney’s neanderthal face gets paid millions. Because male athletes are valued because of their prowess, their skill, their charm, and female athletes are valued for their bodies. Because Michael Phelps breaks records and is a national hero, and Ye Shiwen breaks records and is accused of doping. Because the male gaze is a product of hundreds of years of oppression, of complex gender dynamics, of sexualisation and sexual exploitation, and there’s no female equivalent. Because the female exposure of the body is a sign of vulnerability, of sex, of reproduction, of physical use and nothing more, whereas male exposure is a sign of confidence, of power, of physical strength. Because women are naked on the covers of magazines to pleasure men and men are naked on the cover of magazines to inspire other men. In other words, the world is backwards, and twisted, and complicated, and your observation is perversely oversimplified.