Dating Filipinos in the Year of Our Lord 2019 Made Easy

It is that most wonderful time of the decade again when the divisiveness of current events and electoral activity wreak havoc on relationships. The fray is so remarkable in that it is not only friends and family who are torn asunder by differing political opinions, but sometimes even strangers who previously would have had no reason to interact in the first place. In the dating scene, this means that the pool of relationship prospects is dwindling — and more so for people who are especially vocal about their political affiliations. 


Dating requires time, and money, and heaps and heaps of patience. The toll is doubled with the discovery that the person you have been seeing is on your direct opposite on the political spectrum. Imagine championing for human rights, only to find that the Bumble date you liked so much is an advocate on the War Against Drugs (or vice versa).

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The whole matter reeks of disaster, but thankfully there are people like Audrey Domasian on Twitter, who have taken it upon themselves to make the dating process less gruesome and disappointing for Filipinos. An idea she proposed in a tweet last February 23 (9 days after Valentine’s Day; coincidence?) is nothing short of genius. It necessitates the thorough screening of relationship prospects before there is a chance for deeper emotional investment by either party.

Like panning for gold, one sifts through potential matches for specific desired characteristics. Dating Filipinos in this day and age has never been easier, or more systematic. The 3-page form is 99.9% idiotproof, and is available in its entirety in PDF format here.



Obituary (A Poem, Revised)


She was but one
of your number, one
out of the
one thousand,
two hundred and
and I knew how her name
ought to have been spelled;
I knew her face well,
knew the table where she sat
every night for dinner,
knew the name of the person
she left behind —
But I recognize every single one of you,

Years ago
Your coins mixed with my fare;
We grumbled together in long lines
at Ororama;
You took my spot in the motorela
after I disembarked;
Your tables were bussed
so I could take your place
after you had eaten your dinner.

We met on the spit-stained sidewalk;
I ignored you.
I get out of it by saying
You ignored me, too.

We did not
drown in the same
streetlights at night
Nor drown in the same
darkness that night
When the blackouts came
I was safe from its reach
While I inhaled
the wintry December air
you breathed in
something far colder

There will be
nights of wondering
where your souls have gone.
I only know one name
out of the
and hundreds
now etched
in stone and
it is not yours.
We were never kindred,
not by gold
nor by water nor by blood.
You will be missing from me

No one I know reads obituaries
in the newspaper
but forgetting is not an option now.
Requiescat in pace.

This poem was published in “Antukin”: Veritas Literary and Arts Folio 2018 by Xavier University – Ateneo de Cagayan.


Poems on the Inquisition of A Faith, And Then Some


Jan Van Eyck, the Dresden Triptych (1437, oil on panel)
In Westminster Abbey
— John Betjeman (1958)

Let me take this other glove off
As the vox humana swells,
And the beauteous fields of Eden
Bask beneath the Abbey bells.
Here, where England’s statesmen lie,
Listen to a lady’s cry.

Gracious Lord, oh bomb the Germans.
Spare their women for Thy Sake,
And if that is not too easy
We will pardon Thy Mistake.
But, gracious Lord, whate’er shall be,
Don’t let anyone bomb me.

Keep our Empire undismembered
Guide our Forces by Thy Hand,
Gallant blacks from far Jamaica,
Honduras and Togoland;
Protect them Lord in all their fights,
And, even more, protect the whites.

Think of what our Nation stands for,
Books from Boots and country lanes,
Free speech, free passes, class distinction,
Democracy and proper drains.
Lord, put beneath Thy special care
One-eighty-nine Cadogan Square.

Although dear Lord I am a sinner,
I have done no major crime;
Now I’ll come to Evening Service
Whensoever I have the time.
So, Lord, reserve for me a crown.
And do not let my shares go down.

I will labour for Thy Kingdom,
Help our lads to win the war,
Send white feathers to the cowards
Join the Women’s Army Corps,
Then wash the Steps around Thy Throne
In the Eternal Safety Zone.

Now I feel a little better,
What a treat to hear Thy Word,
Where the bones of leading statesmen,
Have so often been interr’d.
And now, dear Lord, I cannot wait
Because I have a luncheon date.

Jan and Hubert Van Eyck, Deësis of Christ the King, the Virgin Mary, and John the Baptist from the Ghent Altarpiece (15th c., oil on wood)
How to take down an altar
— francine j. harris (2014)

First, remove your Mary. Take the chains from her neck.
then smack out the candles with a pillow. Stack the books

under Paul in boxes. Lift up
the snakes. uncover the faces. Take

—-the incense dust in both hands and cross Barbara.
—-Unhinge Jesus carefully, at each panel. Move

——the Angels by their buttocks, not their wings.
——Unplug Magdalene. Take away the black gauze

——–from the face of Judas. Pull the river foam
——–below the roses, lay it under both Moses.

———-Wrap Adam and Eve
———-in light citrus and borax. Make a clay paste

————to preserve the face of God. Bury the
————cigarettes. the apple peels. the meat.

Jan and Hubert Van Eyck, “The Adoration of the Mystic Lamb” from the Ghent Altarpiece (15th c., oil on wood)
— Lucia LoTempio (2018)

The nuns
made my body
a holy cathedral,

a temple is a widest
entrance; place
of herded into.


The Filipino Undergraduate Thesis Experience, in Eleven Tweets

Good times; good times.