Tagalog dub over tagalog sub Anime? Isn't not right
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Thursday, July 10, 2025
Tagalog dub over tagalog sub Anime? Isn't not right
Monday, July 7, 2025
Old SI [6] Remake: Filipino Anime/J-Pop Fans only watch Anime with English subtitles; is it right for them to avoid Tagalog subtitles which are also for Anime? (PDF in Filipino)
Old SI [6] Remake: Filipino Anime/J-Pop Fans only watch Anime with English subtitles; is it right for them to avoid Tagalog subtitles which are also for Anime? (PDF in Filipino)
Tuesday, July 1, 2025
A&R Announcement
A&R Community Original (FB Page) will be delay on operation, due to the espinonage of some harassers and someone tipping against A&R Community FB page.
Do not listen to those excommunicated in Anime/J-Pop Fandom, due to their allegations and misinformation, cause by those men, who are against Anime.
Still, there is no sign which date will be the A&R FB page to be operated.
A&R Community FB page will be back sooner or later.
Announcement
A&R Community ESI will resume on July 7 (Monday), due to delay of one by one publish of issue. And it will be fewer posts, due to publisher's rest.
Sorry for the delay. Will be come back.
Monday, June 30, 2025
Are those elite 90's kids in the Philippines are androsexual because of their attraction to male anime characters?
Are those elite 90's kids in the Philippines are androsexual because of their attraction to male anime characters?
Sunday, June 29, 2025
BL and shounen anime genre in the Philippines is infested by the pnoy koreaboo fans?
BL and shounen anime genre in the Philippines is infested by the pnoy koreaboo fans?
Monday, June 16, 2025
A&R Community Announcement for ESI Schedule
A&R Community will develop ESI's only on Saturdays and Sundays. Due to job schedule of Admin, outside, every Monday to Friday. So be aware, there is no regular post, except the 20 old SI will be posted on selected day. Thanks for understanding us.
Announcement
Admin of A&R Community will be on the outside job. So there will be a schedule for developing ESI's. So there will be move on Saturdays and Sundays to give five day rest and refreshing ideas about on the Special Issues on the blog.
Affected day: Mondays to Fridays
Not affected: Saturdays and Sundays.
Thanks for understanding us.
Sunday, June 15, 2025
Father's Day is only for real dads and not teen dads
Father's Day is only for real dads and not teen dads
Saturday, June 14, 2025
Reclay's Youth and Pnoys' Youth: Are the same bad youth in the Philippines?
Reclay's Youth and Pnoys' Youth: Are the same bad youth in the Philippines?
Friday, June 13, 2025
Pnoy christians in Philippine politics: Are they holy or are they just really losing their minds?
Pnoy christians in Philippine politics: Are they holy or are they just really losing their minds?
Thursday, June 12, 2025
“The Passion of the Pasosyal”
“The Passion of the Pasosyal”
Sequel to “The Holy Sacrament of Social Climbing in the Republic of SB”
(From FB post of Teddy Adarna on 06/06/2025)
PROLOGUE: And On the Seventh Day, They Brunched
In the beginning, there was hunger, not of the stomach, but of status.
And lo, a tribe of friends emerged from the algorithmic womb of Instagram stories and TikTok reels. They were clothed in Uniqlo, bathed in false confidence, and united by a shared commandment:
“Thou shalt never look poor.”
They called themselves The Brokebook Clique four twenty somethings and one suspiciously 33 year old “ate” who always said “saan tayo this weekend?” but never paid.
Their Holy Pilgrimage this week: The Farm at San Benito a wellness resort that charges more for alkaline water than a barangay spends on electricity.
ACT I: The Resurrection of Relevance
They rise from Quezon City at 4:00 AM. not for the sunrise, but for the golden hour selfies.
In the GrabCar (which they split five ways), they recite the Psalms of Projection:
“I need this break. I’m manifesting my soft life era.”
“Same, girl. I’m over the stress. Like, I’m done na with poverty.”
The 33-year-old nods sagely. She still lives with her parents and owes ₱37,000 to an online seller of Korean skincare products.
But today, none of that matters.
Because they are going somewhere expensive.
Because they will eat food with edible flowers.
Because poverty, like calories, can be filtered.
ACT II: The Last Supper (Now with Truffle Oil)
They arrive. The gates open.
Birds chirp. A staff member bows.
Their phones are already out.
Click click. Caption: “Healing energy with my soul tribe”
Lunch is a salad that costs ₱890 and contains less protein than a boiled egg from Ministop.
“It’s giving… minimalism,” whispers one.
“It’s giving… economic trauma,” whispers another’s wallet.
The bill arrives. Everyone pretends not to see it. A silence descends, the holy silence of financial panic wrapped in spiritual ambiance.
Finally, someone says it:
“Swipe ko muna, guys. Share niyo na lang GCash later.”
No one will. Ever.
ACT III: The Baptism of Performance
They walk barefoot on grass to “reconnect with nature.” But mostly to take thirst traps near a bamboo wall that vaguely resembles Bali.
They attend a sound bath.
They do yoga in ₱2,200 athleisure they bought from a brand they can’t pronounce.
They drink organic smoothies like they’re trying to cleanse themselves of their MRT past.
But the true ritual comes at 3:45 PM:
The Mass Posting.
“Sis, take my pic again. Make sure kita yung infinity pool.”
“Wait, wait, candid shot. Like I’m laughing at a private joke I made with the universe.”
One holds up a book ,unread, of course — but it has a pastel cover and says Atomic Habits.
Another says:
“Caption ko: ‘The body heals when the mind rests.’ Para may depth.”
The mind, however, is worrying about how to pay for the Grab home.
ACT IV: Psychoanalysis of the Pasosyal Psyche
Let us now pause, dear reader, and examine the psychodynamics of this spectacle.
This is not mere social climbing. This is collective escapism via curated struggle.
It is what sociologists might call:
“Aestheticized aspiration under late capitalist post-colonial mimicry.”
Translation:
They want to feel rich ,not be rich. To perform wealth, not possess it.
They are not drinking to hydrate. They are drinking to be seen hydrating.
They are not “healing.” They are cosplaying healing.
They are manifestations of an economy where self-worth is a product, and social currency is earned by likes, not labor.
They are the wounded children of globalization, raised on teleseryes, vlogs, and One Direction fan edits.
They believe in two things:
1. That they deserve luxury.
2. That if they look the part long enough, the universe will forget they’re broke.
ACT V: The Selfie, The Suffering, The Simulacra
At sunset, they gather on a hill.
They form a circle.
They do a breathing ritual with a healer named “Coach Bubbles” who once dated a semi-famous DJ.
“Let go of your pain,” she says.
“Release your guilt.”
One cries — not because she’s healing, but because her credit card just got declined and she didn’t know until she tried to buy pasalubong granola.
Still, the final picture is glorious.
Five friends.
Silhouettes against the sky.
Filtered. Edited. Divine.
Caption: “I came here to find peace. I left with clarity.”
EPILOGUE: The Aftermath
They go home tired. Broke. Enlightened.
They won’t speak for weeks.
Three of them will silently resent the one who didn’t pay her share.
But online, they are gods.
Influencers. Visionaries.
Healed beings in linen pants.
POST-CREDITS ANALYSIS: Culture Studies Notes
• Object of Worship: The curated life.
• Main Commodity: Illusion.
• Core Belief: Clout equals credibility.
• Social Disease: Comparison-induced delusion.
• Diagnosis: Mass psychosis via lifestyle theater.
And so, in the Republic of SB and Beyond, we say:
“You are not what you own. You are what you can pretend to afford.”
This is a satire piece and should not be taken seriously. Unless, of course, you feel attacked.
Wednesday, June 11, 2025
The Promise That Failed: Why the 1987 Constitution No Longer Serves the Filipino Dream
The Promise That Failed: Why the 1987 Constitution No Longer Serves the Filipino Dream
(From FB post of Teddy Adarna on 05/02/2025)
In 1987, the Filipino people stood at the crossroads of history. Fresh from the shackles of a brutal dictatorship, they raised their ink-stained fingers and gave birth to a charter that promised to uphold democracy, defend civil liberties, and deliver justice to all.
It was a moment of light after years of silence, torture, and fear.
But three decades later, that light has dimmed.
The 1987 Constitution, once hailed as the beacon of post-Marcos freedom, now stands as a relic—revered in theory, ignored in practice, and weaponized by the very forces it sought to restrain. It has become a castle of noble words built on the swamp of elite control. Its promise remains unfulfilled. Its principles hollowed out. Its soul hijacked.
Let us ask without fear: Has this Constitution truly served the Filipino people—or has it served as a shield for the few, a tranquilizer for the masses, and a smokescreen for betrayal?
A Dream Deferred
Yes, the 1987 Constitution enshrined freedoms—speech, press, religion. It reestablished the three branches of government. It created independent commissions. It empowered the people with initiative, referendum, and recall. On paper, it is brilliant.
But the Filipino does not live on paper.
In reality, the law has been a polite suggestion to the powerful and a cruel joke to the powerless. The poor still beg for justice in courts that speak in delay. The farmer still tills land he will never own. The laborer still works without security. The jeepney driver still fights just to be heard.
The law is not blind in the Philippines—it is merely blindfolded while thieves rob the nation with impunity.
Oligarchs in Democracy’s Clothing
The Constitution’s gravest failure is its inability to dismantle the elite democracy it inherited. Political dynasties—explicitly prohibited—have only multiplied. Elections have become reality shows, dominated by celebrities and warlords, not visionaries and statesmen.
Meanwhile, the same families who monopolized land, power, and wealth in 1972 are the ones writing laws, cornering contracts, and funding campaigns in 2025.
Democracy was restored—but only for those who could afford it.
Economic Shackles in a Global Age
While Southeast Asian neighbors sprinted ahead with open markets, bold infrastructure, and inclusive growth, the Philippines clung to economic protectionism embedded in its Constitution. Foreign ownership limits were meant to guard sovereignty—but in truth, they’ve protected monopolies and blocked opportunity.
We have fenced ourselves in with patriotism while the world has passed us by.
Unitary Decay and the Case for Federalism
Metro Manila, bloated and bursting, controls the budget, the narrative, the future. The provinces remain beggars, waiting for the trickle of development from Imperial Manila. How can a nation of 7,641 islands be governed by one center, one voice, one capital?
Federalism isn’t just a governance model—it’s a moral imperative for a country fractured by geography, culture, and inequality.
The Constitution is Not Sacred. The People Are.
Let this be said plainly: The Constitution is not the gospel. It is not infallible. It is not sacred.
What is sacred is the Filipino people—the mother feeding three children with sardinas and panis rice; the teacher who walks miles to reach a rural school; the OFW who sacrifices her soul for dollars. If the law no longer serves them, then the law must change.
A Call to Reimagine
We must begin the national conversation—not of convenience, but of courage.
Should we shift to a parliamentary system where parties and platforms matter more than name and fame?
Should we open the economy wisely to real competition, not just foreign exploitation?
Should we federalize power so regions can rise with dignity?
Should we finally build a justice system that punishes the guilty—even if they wear a barong or a robe?
And most of all: Should we write a new Constitution—crafted not in the halls of privilege, but in the plazas and classrooms of a participatory republic?
Final Word
The 1987 Constitution was born from revolution. Perhaps it is time for its successor to be born from awakening.
The Filipino is not doomed to a cycle of broken promises. But as long as we mistake legal documents for deliverance, and confuse symbolic democracy with authentic justice, we will remain prisoners of our own illusions.
It is time to stop worshipping a paper god.
It is time to build a living charter—written not just by lawyers, but by the people; defended not just by words, but by will.
Only then will the Philippines rise—not as a cautionary tale, but as a nation finally worthy of its own dream.
Tuesday, June 10, 2025
Koreaboo culture in the Philippines: The wide road to hell
Koreaboo culture in the Philippines: The wide road to hell