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what’s love got to do with it

Today, believe to be an auspicious day in many cultures, many will be digging their graves exchanging bows. Even desperate housewife Eva Longoria and fiance Tony Parker, credited for being instrumental in San Antonio Spurs’ NBA championship crown will take the plunge. Here in Singapore 772 couples–5 couples shy to complete the magic number–are tying the knots on their necks …and probably take the plunge.

Seven is a number revered in most dominant religions. In Judaism, God rested on the seventh day and sanctified it, which is the sabbath day. It was however conveniently switched to a Sunday during Constantine’s time to “appease” sol invinctus . The same context while probably most of us is celebrating Christ’s birth on the December 25 instead of the earlier tradition of January 6. Buddha had his famous 7 steps during his birth. While in Islam and Kabbalah, God and the most exalted angels dwell in the 7th heaven. In modern times, 7th heaven means a state of happiness–a bliss.

Oh well, as they say, marriage is for better or for worst–but not for good. Best wishes and goodluck…you will probably need it…:p

save the cheerleader watch live earth, save the world

One good reason to stay at home and just chill out on your couch is watch Live Earth concert and make the “pito-pito” pledge below…

-to demand that my country join an international treaty within the next 2 years that cuts global warming pollution by 90% in developed countries and by more than half worldwide in time for the next generation to inherit a healthy earth;

-to take personal action to help solve the climate crisis by reducing my own CO2 pollution as much as I can and offsetting the rest to become “carbon neutral;”

-to fight for a moratorium on the construction of any new generating facility that burns coal without the capacity to safely trap and store the CO2;

-to work for a dramatic increase in the energy efficiency of my home, workplace, school, place of worship, and means of transportation;

-to fight for laws and policies that expand the use of renewable energy sources and reduce dependence on oil and coal;

-to plant new trees and to join with others in preserving and protecting forests; and,

-to buy from businesses and support leaders who share my commitment to solving the climate crisis and building a sustainable, just, and prosperous world for the 21st century.

separating the historical kernel from the legendary husk

I thought I’ll be able to get my hands on Karen Armstrong‘s latest book, The Great Transformation: The Beginning of Our Religious Tradition. Someone beat me into it, obviously, and made me settle with Peter, Paul, & Mary Magdalene by Bart Ehrman.



I was really hesitant at first to buy Akon‘s album — despite the fact that the price seems reasonably low, that my kids were egging me for it and I have heard some of the songs already and quite like it, and somehow I myself was tempted to buy it and rip the content to my mp3 player.

It was the “SINGAPORE SPECIAL EDITION” label that put a chill on my impulse. Reputedly a nanny state, it is expected to trim most of the expletives which would surely affect the music’s artistic beauty. The store staff told me that this is not the case this time around. My fear was not really that unfounded and he himself was totally disgusted with what they did with Eminem’s album before. To prove his case that this place has come of age, he insisted that I take my time listen to the (whole) album first. I know that wouldn’t be necessary. I just picked the song Smack That which featured Eminem and that solidified my resolve to part with my money.

As a parent, of course I wish I could keep this world sterile and do away with all “parental advisory” stuffs. But I know it is next to impossible and would even be detrimental with my kids development and maturity. The best that I can do is walk through life with them, which in this case, immersed to their music, and hopefully help them distinguished what’s good and evil and apply them to real world.

Pauwi kami galing sa jogging ni esmi habang nakikinig ako sa bagong utang bili kong iPod mini. Pinakikingan ko ang isa sa mga kanta ng Parokya ni Edgar sa album nilang Bigotilyo.

Syempre pa, ako’y nadala at di napigilang sabayan ang kanta:

Parang ayoko na yata…
Nakakapagod din pala ang iyong mukha…
At kung may balak ka pang ulitin yon…
May ibubulong ako sayo…
putang ina mo!

Parang naasar s’ya, bakit kaya?