Tuesday, September 04, 2007
ngayon, natanong mo na ba si Jesus kung tama ako na may kinalaman si Aguinaldo sa pagkamatay ni Bonifacio sa Mt. Tala/Buntis/Magpatong?

 

"…it is a product of a fascist mind." – Dr. Nicanor G. Tiongson (explaining De Leon's Batch '81)

 

Batch 81, the movie of Mike de Leon, which is all about brotherhood and fascism, deals specifically with a group of neophytes joining a fraternity in a university. This movie entered my mind last Tuesday morning when an orgmate confirmed that a very good friend of mine passed away.  

 

Hitherto, I still cannot believe that a good friend of mine like CA was now gone and I will never have the opportunity to see him again and explain why Juday's Ysabella got very low ratings in the third to fifth day of its premiere.

 

Many have been said about CA, others are giving their deepest sympathy to CA, to his family and friends while the others are condemning CA for being a little naive and even denounce him for his faulty action of joining a fraternity.

 

It is not just Sigma Rho or whatever fraternity it is that killed CA, it is also our society that killed CA.

 

 

 

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Minsan sa buhay ko, nagkaroon ako ng isang kaibigang ang pangalan ay Cris Anthony Mendez, at minsan din sa buhay ko, nawalan ako ng kaibigang ang pangalan ay Cris Anthony Mendez.

 

 

 



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