i was able to catch "imagining argentina" last night at greenbelt 1. i read the synopsis a few days earlier and was reminded of the book "missing" (author's name i have forgotten at the moment) which was a first person account on the "horrors" of the american sponsored coup d'etat in Chile during the 1970s which brought the country to its dark years under military dictatorship. the author was an american who was starting to settle down in Santiago around that time (whether he was vacationing or on a writing assignment i don't remember either... i think i was still in college when i read it)accompanied by his, also american, wife. the story then made me aware of the rampant human rights atrocities taking place in several latin american and third world countries during the 70s. the fact that i was able to "connect" this with the philippine experiece under martial law it opened my eyes to the universality of man's capacity for inexplicable brutality(a trait i strongly believe that is not "normaly" manifested). albeit the striking similarities to the book, the film is based on the argentinian experience under a military junta and its subsequent effects on its citizens. the story focuses on the struggle of a local theater director, carlos(played by antonio banderas) after his journalist wife, cecilia(emma thompson) was mysteriously abducted.

i'm sitting here in an internet cafe where conveniece is probably not the first priority of the fucking management. no one can concentrate in this place. everytime there always seems to be someone pulling his/her chair and it makes so much a great deal of a noise everytime and in between if someone's not pulling a chair some goddamn motherfucker's umbrella keep falling off. and then, these fuckin netopia hustlers keep walking around sticking their noses out on each fuckin monitor as if your tryin to be a wise ass on their machines. what has one got to do just to get his blog updated?

anyway, i lost thought. i'm staring at the top portion of my screen which reads 49.34 and i've only got around 50 pesos in my wallet. fuck.

this was going to be my post for labor day... about the toiling workers who continue to suffer while the power hungry politicians keep lashing out at each other's throats and whining that the compensation for their "public service" is still not enough. and underestimating the nameless faces of the masses, their intelligence and capacity for comprehending the fact that they are being used and abused... and that one day they might mobilize as one to demand for their rights, justice and a truly democratic nation