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Archive for October, 2009

I’m Sick

neil-sickI have been sentenced to complete horizontalness for the past 36 hours because some lousy micro-scum has invaded my delicious mortal parts.  For me, being ill is like having a bad vacation for I got to fasten myself inside the confines of my house.

While trying to recuperate and get myself out from the malaise that I have been subjected to, I justified and thought of the benefits and reasons why I should not go out of my house, to wit:

  • I can practice mental telepathy.
  • There is a good probability that I run into some bad elements lurking in the streets like hold-upper, kidnapper or kiss-napper.
  • The ozone layer got a humongous hole, the ice caps are melting, the country is in the ring of fire, therefore, in case a cataclysmic event may happen, I’m in the comforts of my bed.
  • I have enough time to think of a plan on how to haul the corpse of Michael Jackson in a music studio and record the sounds of its decomposition which I can sell later.
  • Roger Federer or Madonna Louise Ciccone might call.

Lagnat pa lang yan…

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First and for all, I don’t care less to say that I am a strong proponent of learning English as a common language.  Coming from a country of multiple dialects, i know for a fact since time in memorial that a common language can bridge groups of differing opinions.

The idea crossed at the back of my mind telling me that language may not necessarily unite opposing views, but it’s a blessing in the sky because it allows communication and understanding at the rudimentary level.  Therefore, remember to always English correctly because if you do, your friends will give you a big hand of applause.  That is why always tell your friends to speak in English because the more the manyer and what are friends are for?

I may be barking at the wrong dog, but some believe that efficiency in speaking and writing English does not necessarily result to the country’s financial development as evidenced by Asian countries who speak poor English but with the sky’s the langit riches.  But still, I’m only human nature to believe that every cloud has a silver lightning in which this skill will eventually and somehow make our country richly developed.  Thus, if you don’t practice English, it’s not my problem anymore, it’s your problem anymore.

Teka-moment.  Na-whelm ako! I stand by korekted!

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Wet or Wetter

uThe Philippines after two devastating weather disturbances lived-up to its name as the storm laboratory in Asia Pacific.  In the news today, experts say that future rains in the country would even be heavier compared to the past years as attributed to the change in climate and global warming.

When I was young, I did not agree to the knowledge that the country’s two seasons in a year was either wet or dry.  I always thought that our country’s two seasons was either hot or hotter.  But congruent to the shift in world’s climate, my belief is also starting to change.  I am starting to believe that Philippine weather seasons is either wet or wetter.  During the hot and hotter years, Pinoys are actually wet or wetter.  We are wet or wetter due to the sweat we sweat.

It was also hot or hotter for the past couple of decades that Pinoy brains melt and mixed with the sweat.  The brain thawed and what is left is the hypothalamus – the seat of human sex and carnal knowledge.  And since sex is a mental thing (yes! ultimate height of sex happen in the brain), copulation and procreation became Pinoy’s national past-time.  As a result, Pinoys are consequently wet or wetter in specific portions of the body (figure it out where) that led to the country’s explosion in population.

Ayan! Basa na!

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Sweat, dust, garbage, mud, rummaged appliances and hot ultraviolet rays are some elements that I was exposed to when I joined my company’s feeding program effort for the victims of typhoon Ondoy (international name Ketsana) in Marikina.  But I am definitely not complaining.

My participation in extending a helping hand was more for me than for the victims, because it enabled me to appease myself from any guilt feelings and self-condemnation from the comforts that I have.  It was a physical way to thank the Heavens that I have been spared from the ravages of the ugly and devastating typhoon.

ondoyTo those souls who were not screwed up by typhoon Ondoy but did not lift a finger to lend a helping hand can also become a casualty.  They can be a victim of or haunted by GUILT, unless such person is insensitive, coldhearted or dead.  Lifting a finger does not necessarily mean you should practically go to devastated areas and make your presence felt but a deep sincere prayer will do.

And because I possess a loony soul and since you will be praying, may I suggest that you also pray for those people who steal donations meant for typhoon victims to be exclusively messed up by whatever catasthrophe that is ahead.

Naaning-aning nanaman ako… Amen!

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Nengkoy is the nickname of my mom during her pre-school years. Her parents and relatives call her ‘Ang Neneng Ko’. With her pretty charm and appeal, she was usually called in a melodic way using this lovely phrase. Until it evolved for easier articulation of the phrase, Ang Neneng Ko was shorten to Nengkoy.

Nengkoy

Nengkoy is the nickname of my mom during her pre-school years. Her parents and relatives call her ‘Ang Neneng Ko’. With her pretty charm and appeal, she was usually called in a melodic way using this lovely phrase. Until it evolved for easier articulation of the phrase, Ang Neneng Ko was shorten to Nengkoy.