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Michael Forgot To Rock

“25 Minutes too late” would suitably be the song ‘Michael Learns To Rock’ (MLTR) fans could be singing in line with the cancellation of the band’s Baguio concert. Furious ticket holders were aghast to have found out of the show’s cancellation on the last-minute. While it was scheduled for November 21, the announcement of its “postponement” was inadequately relayed on the same date. A lot of those who bought tickets were not even from Baguio, who, on the assumed day of the concert, excitedly came over for probably the “Sweetest Surprise” only to find out the sourness behind their enthusiasm. The day before could have even stirred their anticipation “When Tomorrow Comes” . Thus, finding out that their tickets were seemingly symbolic of a rain check instead, “The War Is Not Over” so it seemed as their enduring anger look as if “It’s Gonna Make Sense” . Why wouldn’t it be? Reason for its cancellation weren’t even disclosed. Was it rather a case of “Michael Learns To Duck”? Are they just

"Hayop ang Dating!"

Do you ever wonder how animals would probably feel and react if they're aware of being compared to certain human behavior? It's how much I wonder why the kind of association. As if it's unusual for these animals to act their nature; it is rather "out of proportion" to be cited for such "beastly" peculiarity, especially if used to associate with people who have the ability to act sensibly and be responsible for their own actions unlike the animals that are merely being 'it' as naturally expected. Pigs, upon seeing one among their own being clean and elegant at that, don't alienate that pig and start teasing it with "ang tao mo naman" ("oh you're such a man"). And two people fighting know they can avoid such squabble if they want to, not as if their hostility is due to their instinc t like that of aso't pusa (dogs and cats). Prostitutes don't have wings, for if they do, they will just 'fly high' and

Reality Check

It's funny when we tend to criticize a certain story, may it be a movie or TV drama perhaps, for its unrealistic plot. Whereas it makes critics out of us or pull the wool over our eyes, we seem to be unaware of our own life's unlikely story lines. Though it's realistic for us to assess these unbelievable movie themes, we become the opposite in dealing with our own "drama". There's partiality with our reasoning, very much the subject we tend to disapprove of. That's the truth, however reality bites. Here are 5 reality check 'list': MOVIE : We approve ( giggle ) of two people falling in love with each other and having an affair despite both being attached to their respective "cruel" partners who end up as the anti-heroes we "hate" for being the hindrance to the two "in-love" characters as we assent to separation or what have you as long as they end up together. REALITY : Will we still feel the same way if the

Grounded Stone

While walking along roads, standing still or just loitering somewhere, whether we're being observant with what's going on or simply oblivious of our surroundings, there are reasons for all that are moving about or that of what's stationed in its designated settings. The bird that just flew by, chancing upon your dream car perhaps, even those of our current state and including the stone on the ground, all have a purpose. Everything happen or exist for a reason. Did it ever occur to you that spending a few seconds of your time, let's say, picking up what seems to be a useless stone can actually make considerable changes on how your (or others') day will come to pass... If the stone lying on the ground has life and a mind of its own, it could have picked-up itself to avoid being stepped-on or simply ignored but it doesn't have that capacity. If we're going to relate ourselves to that stone, most of us would like to change one or a few things concerning ou

UNDISPUTED

Wonder how or why men try to boost up their ego when in denial of a failure? May it be from a relationship, a certain match-up with that of the same ‘breed’ perhaps or any of those things that did not allow them to meet what they believe is expected of them, much more from that of their own presumption. Somehow, men find ways to justify such letdown. After a good boxing match-up for instance, assuming neither of the two pugilist kissed the canvass, the ‘defeated paw’ will claw back to glory by insisting that the decision should have been the other way around if it’s not because of too many objectionable reasons. While on the other hand, the victorious fighter, despite its swollen face would probably brag about not even having been bothered nor hurt by what he claims were ‘slight’ punches from, what the obvious thought, who roughly turned out to be such ‘a destructive force’ after all. Of course, there are more challenging ego-busting issues that knock men out of what for them are th

Realization

Gone are the days when all I thought about was fun Gone are the days when I was more of a boy than a man Days when most of the time I was up and about Proving myself with a juvenile clout Going through stages of self-imposed maturity Only to fall in a trap of awkward ambiguity Thus nothing seemed to matter not even what I said An enlightening experience likewise leveling my head Seasoning my consciousness to who I will be Occurrences that taught the meaning of modesty Up till now I incessantly gain unfamiliar essentials Enough to admit my lack of potential Who I was molded who I am Though with limited know-how I’m not dumb Embracing new insights is equally welcomed As I accept the realization of my being human

A dose of my own medicine

Pride is the absence of submissiveness over the admission of a weakness, most likely along with an obnoxious exertion of superiority. Early this morning when my 6-year old daughter was about to buy Taho , she insisted on having hers be put in her small cup. We have often used the pint-sized cup. Buying only half of the usual amount we've been ordering would exactly measure up in her cup being her reason. I, on the other hand, firmly contended that she still use our regular cup as half of it would somehow amass even more than the capacity of her small cup for the same peso value. Quite unconvinced, she obliged anyhow. I thought I'd point it out to her my argument by pouring into her small cup the same-price-amounting-content of the bigger cup to illustrate the brimming difference. Seemingly fooled by my visual perception, a case of optical illusion akin to that of Gestalts Law's Proximity, I was proven wrong! (Laugh) True enough, far from a proximate rej

Trick or T(h)reat?

“Trick or treat?” would have been a more reasonable and a familiar greeting from a most likely costume-clad (identity-concealed) stranger during Halloween… However, with an apparent irate voice over the phone early on the other morning, a woman was complaining about our ineffectiveness. She was furious on how her grandchild’s finger almost got severed while seated on a moving escalator. Questioning as to why we haven’t placed a cautionary signage indicative of the unsuitability of such device to be seated on by a child as she was insistent that we do… She continued with her tirade by introducing herself as the owner of a prominent local establishment seemingly asserting her influence. Consequently, should we fail to comply, she’ll be addressing the matter on paper. Trick or treat? Well, she put emphasis on “not that she was threatening”, she just demanded that the putting up of a signage be done. Looking for a scapegoat to cover-up a parenting letdown, tsk tsk ... Fact of the matte