Today is not a working day. There is so much going on out in my office.
Today is not a working day. There is a beautiful sun outside.
Today is not a working day. How I wish I am in a beach today.
Today is not a working day. Spending the day in the mall can be okay.
Today is not a working day. I am mad about the intrinsic unfairness of life.
Today is not a working day. Today I am in denial.
Today is not a working day. Today is not a working day!
Sumpong ng kaaningan ang tawag dito.
Early morning of Monday, I got the chance to watch a fresh US episode of the Amazing Race. I always enjoy watching this show where contestants would zoom from one country to the next but tasks, detours and roadblocks needs to be accomplished in between.
I can travel with anybody, may it be a spitting distance or it would be as far as Jupiter. But if I were to join in this magnificent race around the globe and would have the opportunity to choose whose soul should I be with to step on the mat at every pit stop, it would be a toss between the following endearing people:
me & karen in macau
me & joesel in sahara
me & nengkoy in villa escudero
Katulad ko, may sayad kasi ang mga ito. Panalo!!!
I 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:
Lagnat pa lang yan…
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!
The 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!
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.
To 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!
Being healthy is wealthy
or
Being wealthy is healthy
?
Basta ako, gusto ko mayaman ako (part 2)
Aside from playing in the street, watching TV is one major past time of my dear childhood days in Pasay. TV sets then were without remote control and cable channels were basically non-existent. If you wish to switch channels, you would have to have the hassle of standing up from the comforts of the sofa to reach for the TV’s dial.
Being the lazy kid that I am. I hated it when I am ordered to stand-up to reach for the dial to switch channels. There would be times when I and my siblings would point to each other on who’s turn it is to be the “human-remote-control” who would stand-up to switch the channel so as to view a different TV program.
Maybe due to our inherent laziness and unconsciously would not want to disrupt the social order in Nengkoy’s house, we came up with an ingenious game during commercial gaps. When we were as tough as a Teletubby, we would race and compete on who is the fastest in identifying the name or brand of product being advertised on TV. The fastest person who could shout and identify the commercial earns a point.
Through this, we do not only look forwards to the actual TV show, but we also look forward to the commercials being featured in between, thus, preventing us the task of switching channels. I also now realize that this game prevented our TV set from wear and tear.
The game is even more exciting especially when a new TV commercial is freshly released and being shown during our game. No matter how awful the commercial is, everybody is stuck on the TV screen eating our fingernails trying to uncover what is the product’s brand being advertised. The most fun part is that everybody would shout with psychotic loudness the name of the new commercial as soon as the brand is revealed.
Ayan na! Patalastas na!
Malcolm X is a black Muslim American guy who hated white American folks. He regarded the white people as evil. Prior to his international travels, he advocated that the ‘black race is the superior race’ and that ‘history can prove that white man is a devil’. He even demanded for a racial segregation, in which he proposed that the African American population be exclusively allowed live in the southern part of the US until they could all return to Africa.
But when he got the opportunity to journey to the ancient holy land of Mecca, he noticed that Muslim pilgrims are actually diverse in physical form. He learned that people of Islam religion can look white, black, yellow, red or brown. He experienced that Muslims came from various nations participating in the same holy ritual. They can be with blonde hair and blue eyes, brown skined with flat nose, tall with curly hair , vertically challeged with chinky eyes, etc.
His experience in Mecca basically changed his general perception about people of the world. This also changed his feelings towards white Americans he previously abhored. After his pilgrimage to Mecca he disavowed racism in all forms.
Today is Eidl Fitr, I hope and pray that we (may we be of Islam religion or not) would treat each other with respect. That it is not the color of the skin or type of race or religion that we belong to but what matters is that we live a life in harmony with everyone. A peaceful Eid’l Fitr to everyone.
Hapi Eid sa lahat…
While trying to increase the memory capacity of my office computer by deleting computer files and documents that are considered unusable and impertinent, I came across an archive that me and my officemate has composed as part of our supposed game for our company summer outing early this year.
We were supposed to have a loony quiz about Pinoy showbiz trivia. So instead of entirely trashing the file to oblivion, I decided to publish it on my blog. These are some of the questions we have created, majority of which are my contributions considered as information crumbs scattered around my goofy brain.
Answers
Aylavet!
Nengkoy 