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Wow! Caramoan must have been so enchanting that CBS decided to film 2 consecutive seasons of Survivor there.
(Source: youtube.com)
Pacific Rim is like a rip-off of the anime Neon Genesis Evangelion. Is Hollywood screen writers running out of ideas?
misteravid: Between Donaire winning & today’s Miss Universe I see “Pinoy Pride” posted a lot again, reminding me of this…
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PINOY JOY
When we say Pinoy Pride, it is usually in the context of a Filipino or something Filipino being recognized by foreigners.
Jessica Sanchez is so great! Pinoy Pride!
Manila traffic on Bourne Legacy trailer! Pinoy Pride!
Apl. De. Ap raps in Tagalog! Pinoy Pride!
Bruno Mars/Vannessa Hudgesn/Nicole Scherzinger is half Filipino! Pinoy Pride!
I think Pride is too strong a word for what we actually mean. Do you even care about Migs Ayesa, Jasmine Trias or Efren Penaflorida these days? People hardly even remember them now yet just a few years back they were synonymous with Pinoy Pride.
We don’t even attach Pinoy Pride to undoubtedly awesome and consistently famous homegrown artists like Parokya ni Edgar. Do they need to be on Oprah or CNN to qualify?
Pride needs no external validation. You have Pride in something even if no one cares about it.
I think we should only use the word Pride for deeper convictions. Gay Pride for example. Whether a gay man lands on the moon or kills school children, Gay Pride remains. It is not tied to achievements or disgraces. It is not ever forgotten.
From now on I will avoid using Pinoy Pride.
Pinoy Joy seems more appropriate. Joy is a smaller word that does not require strong commitment. It is fleeting and it gives us license of be trivial and silly.
Famous international singer is half Filipino! Pinoy Joy!
Oprah hugs Charice Pempengco! Pinoy Joy!
Ewoks speak Tagalog! Pinoy Joy!
Jollibee on Glee! Pinoy (chicken) Joy!
Cher frère blanc,
Quand je suis né, j’étais noir.
Quand j’ai grandi, j’étais noir.
Quand je vais au soleil,je suis noir.
Quand je froid,je suis noir.
Quand j’ai peur,je suis noir.
Quand je suis malade,je suis noir…
Tandis que toi, homme blanc,
Quand tu es né,tu étais rose
Quand tu as grandi,tu étais blanc.
Quand tu vas au soleil,tu étais rouge.
Quand tu as froid,tu es bleu.
Quand tu as peur, tu es vert.
Quand tu es malade,tu es jaune.
Et aprés cela,tu oses m’appeler,
“Homme de couleur”
Dear white brother,
When I was born,I was black
When I grew up,I was black
When I go in the sun,I’m black
When I’m cold,I’m black
When I’m afraid,I’m black
When I’m sick,I’m black…
As for you,white man,
When you were born,you were pink
When you grew up,you were white
When you go in the sun,you’re red
When you are cold,you are blue
When you are afraid,you are green
When you are sick,you are yellow
And despite this,you dare to call me
“Colored man”
