Switching On the Sun

My son getting snatched by a big spider woke me up from such a bad dream this morning. What it meant kept me wondering and somehow worried. Lately, dreams seem to be foretelling something I should be concerned about. Just the other night, I dreamt of having a short (life) term left due to brain cancer. Brushing it off was rather manifested until a text message from my kid brother had me contemplate on a probable signification. Inadvertently, in his dream that same night, he had a long conversation with our late father who appeared poignant and emaciated apparently asking him to help me out among other things. Coincidentally, I’ve been sensing unusual physical conditions lately. Yet what I thought of was the few remaining days before I turn 39. Not too long ago, I thought of the probable age I’d breathe my last – 38. Should the inevitable happen and I’m gone, I was talking my wife into (re)marrying someone who would fill the void and be involved to assume the role as husband a

In as much as I try to brush off the disturbing image, I can’t get over the heartbreaking scene of the 2-year old Chinese toddler getting run over twice then vulnerably ignored… Virally circulating, I suppose a substantial number has seen and knows what’s being referred to…  As human nature allows, we tend to be judgmental of people despite being clueless of what really transpired and how it could all the more be devastating for the concerned or involved persons of the regrettable incident. Yet as wrong and insensitive to be condemnatory, I can’t help but be critical of how careless any parent or guardian not to tend to a defenseless child along hazardous environs. I’d even refuse to blame it on accident under the usual few-seconds-difference for a (parental) relapse considering how long it took for the toddler to helplessly suffer and exceedingly go through agony even more… It was gravely neglectful. As for the insensible and unkind passersby: SHAME ON ALL OF YOU! And for t

In some gathering early yesterday, my mother lost her 2 phones to a thief. Having been informed through a text message from my cousin, she was somehow disheartened as 1 of the 2 was a gift from me. I texted back to perk her up with the assurance that I’ll just buy her a new one since, notwithstanding the unfortunate incident, it’s just stuff… Before heading back home forlorn, she decided to drop-by in a nearby church. After which and to her surprise, an apologetic woman who explained to have stolen her celphones out of desperation returned it in exchange for P500. Paying for what you own may sound absurd but getting back the worth of the attached sentimental value for such an amount could be relatively cheap… A timely occurrence in a time opposing views on worldly possessions is maturely mounting between the family… What makes material belongings really valuable is the story behind its acquisition. What is so special about having these things is not even clo

“Daaaaaaddyyyy, I’m dooooone!!” That’s my cue to washing off my son’s ass LOL! Still dependent of us, we have to be patient in cleaning up our children’s mess. It’s similarly a way to instill in them some sense of responsibility. It’s ironically an “inconvenient convenience” (if I may say) to inject values relevant to their upbringing. We somehow hope that such commitment will teach them to be as conscientious amidst some “inconvenience” in going about their activities without disregard for uprightness. If there was an “upright” thing from one father last night, it was his right hand’s upped middle finger before his kid. We were about to go through an intersection when a speeding black Honda Civic flickered it’s headlights to signal its intention to go ahead before we proceed. After braking to a halt, I defensively let them passed despite already having the advantage for a right of way. It stopped right in front of us for the young driver to flail a “dirty finger” on me. Goo

That’s the cheerleader in me. Minus the pompoms and perhaps the somersaults and the synchronized choreography, I managed to be cheerful still after some disappointing sequence. There is a fitting reason as to why “A” being the first letter, is used as a superlative prefix for a source depictive of the best (i.e., A-List; A-Team; A-Student or what have you) . “A” could however be inferior in terms of its literal usage as “A choice” for instance is second-rate compared to “The choice”. I’m an “A” person. “A” could as well stand for Acceptance and Acknowledgment. It’s not being accepting of the fact that I’m not or will not make it as “the one” but acknowledging of transparency. As foremost as the letter “A”, I’ve landed on the “A List”... That is, I was given an “A” rating or Average from my work performance. Being used to higher ratings in the past from the smart ones, normally, getting an “A” would be quite acceptable if it was professionally gauged and from a similarly intellectua

Coming from a 4 Days/3 Nights out-of-town work-related engagement, a time off would be a welcome breather; thus, catching up on movies which I haven’t given much attention to for quite some time is one relaxing indulgence. I’ve watched 2 movies on HBO yesterday – “The Ugly Truth” and “Big Fish”. Somehow, the movies had me thinking of timely peculiarities. Though booked in Holiday Inn with breakfast buffet at Mequeni while we were in Clark, Pampanga other than having had a sumptuous dinner at AC Rumpa Restaurant and delectable desserts at Cioccolo or the “musical” nightcap at the Wishing Well Music Lounge, I yearned to get back home instead. My stay at the hotel gave me peace and quiet but I was actually missing my children’s clamoring. As expected, the food were flavorful just how Pampangeños are known to cook ‘em, however, I long to rather be eating alongside my wife (a mouthful incites considerable silence LOL) . In summation, the 2 movies correspondingly dealt with the differe

Lately, I’ve been running into former classmates and we usually catch up on some sequence throughout the many years that passed. Having been through many junctures in our lives, the thought of being in our current circumstance brought about grasp for would-be life-changing possibilities. The what-ifs and would-have-beens were contemplated upon. I remember my aspiration on becoming a successful industrial designer after graduating from one of the only five schools that offer such course. It would have been great if I were the one who designed automobiles that could transform into robots (wink). As an employee however, one is subject to be a “robot” so it would seem. I’m not an Autobot but “optimum primed” I would say. Concerned employees’ inclination for an optimum effect however could most of the time be subject to prejudice. As such, they’re constrained to just go along with seeming undiplomatic directives. Even worse than the imposed limitation, they’re also gauged as a letdown.

Rather signifying it through a question given my reservation of a prediction in chorus with that earlier blog post’s subject , my game analyses of the 2011 NBA Finals series proved exact as the Dallas Mavericks won it in 6 games. It’s similarly fitting to have been suggested as to what factor will effect: Making a difference or “teaming up”… Unfortunately for the latter as what the Miami Heat prompted, other than the lack of it with their team abounded with talents, they rather fell short of determination. Ironically, they were so determined to win that they simply relied on confidence given the odds their team’s formation has feted them. They seemed to have underestimated how the Mavericks convincingly got there and in the process sweeping the Western Conference semifinals series against the heavy favorite defending champions. Miami was the heavy favorite to win the NBA Finals series. And more than Dallas being the underdog as my reason for taking on their side (and to indisputably

A lot has been written (and said) on how customer service should be carried out. Most often than not, it is through these insights that give customers such haughtiness; on the face of it, embodying their domineering clout over service providers. How about being the customer – the service-recipient? While wanting to satisfy their needs at the expense of people they feel are under their control, customers forget or are unmindful (and similarly insensitive) of the character behind the person at their disposal. For instance, the security guard we reprimanded for “arrogance” as per our own account or the “tactless” service crew we wanted fired could be responsible enough to enable themselves to work and feed their family. The accusation against them could have been blown out of proportion due to our self-centered inconsiderateness for how could they have not been “that uncaring” if only to likewise care for their family’s source of income. We have to remember that there are at least

Every Wednesday morning, my usual remark addressed to my wife goes something like “Where’s my Wednesday socks?” “You have a certain pair of socks for Wednesdays? – What a loser!” would be a perceptible smirk-inducing thought that she responds with. I make sure I wear thicker socks during Wednesdays. Before you even agree with my wife’s “loser” comment, reason for its use provides more comfort. I walk more often on Wednesdays given the scheduled number-coding traffic scheme. Coincidentally, and as a matter of observation, it usually rain on Wednesdays. To avoid getting drenched, running is made easier with a more comfortable footwear. Thus, a thicker pair of socks serves me just right. As if Wednesday’s hassle isn’t enough, the other day, I’ve been work-analyzing some marketing matter on the lowest foot traffic-generating day on a given month for the past 5 months and true enough, Wednesday tops it all. Alarmed of a possible off-putting turnout, similarly I’ve figured that the l

Have you even thought of the number 5’s 4-lettered figure when spelled is the only (base ten) number-in-words that is as chronological as that? “One” and “two” are 3-letter words that do not sequentially tag-on their corresponding digits; and so are the others. Enunciation-wise, it’s the only number logically possible to be spelled with a consequential number of letters that would have no other connotation. If 4 would be spelled “FOR”, it could mean so many things and so would “SICKS” perhaps. How would you spell “9” with an 8-letter word; go figure – “do spell the math”. And “FIVE”, at the core ironically, is outwardly indicating how it has “overwhelmed” its preceding number “IV”. In view of that, the use of “5” for a symbolic figure makes sense… As odd as this odd number, this has just been “coincidentally” written within this 5th month. It just got me concerned about this net-circulating “money bag” inaccurately indicative of “too many 5s” (5 Fridays 5 Saturdays and 5 Sundays this

Intense is how the RH (Reproductive Health) Bill has created quite a controversy. It instigated varied reactions and arguments. Each has something to say and a conviction to back it up. The problem with the concerned people’s line of reasoning is that it becomes a case of WHO is more precise more than the supposed contention as to WHAT is right. Focused on the ratification of a worldly regulation, does anyone between the opposing sides even consider and understand the law of nature? Debated to be passed into law with big names joining in as expected, it has become a credibility match (a heated one at that) as to who would sound more believable of which resolutions and decisions are dependent on. Would their decision for a belief be based on popularity as an assurance for support? Are they even taking advantage of the people’s lack of sense, as they claim (thus pushing the bill as an intelligent choice), to secure backing rather than educate? The reason behind every dispute on the mat

We all have mothers. Consenting or strict, they are still mothers who probably differ in their approach in raising a family; particularly their children. Unless you’re too good, we don’t always get along fine with our mothers. Yet, one way or another, our mothers seem to always have the final say. It’s not that they’re being domineering; it’s just that, as the saying goes, “mother knows best.” Or do they? Well, we may not agree with them most of the time; but as far as anything concerning us ending up ratified by such mother-friendly adage is concerned, it may not look best in our books but it certainly is for her. Mothers only want the best for their children but it doesn’t necessarily mean children will receive the best. Motherhood is beyond ‘biological’ for it’s also about balance. She balances time and attention, luxury and necessity, yes and no, being a better-half and being the other half (except for single mothers), and other differing emotions. A challenging act like

Sounds more like nuisance… That’s not it. It could elicit that kind of a feeling however. The truth is that, it’s a spin-off to my self-titled post “ Mr. Reno Mohr ”. It’s a sequel titled like that of Twilight’s “New Moon”. Since it’s under this site, I thought the title is only fitting in the same way as the timely occasion about renewal. It’s Easter Sunday. And what would be a better subject to “rant” about than “change”. It’s the only constant thing in this world so they say. Even so, a lot refuse to accept it. Imperfectly though, in expecting for it to take place amongst others, it’s rather pushed for. As it appears, it makes perfect sense that people don’t see the smudge on their face unless they’re fronting a mirror so to speak. Thus, before we become critical of others, let us rather analyze first our own imperfections. There are just those who think high of themselves. Notwithstanding their flaws that could even be far worse, all they care about is how they are so contro

Hi! The title is an introductory of who I am as it’s indicative of my name. Yup, that’s me. No relation to Mr. Jay Mohr though. Mohr ov-- I mean moreover, he’s real whereas I’m fictitious. He’s a TV and film actor portraying made up characters while on the contrary, I’m a fabricated figure that’ll depict valid human interest. But whatever it is, my thoughts are real… Nevertheless, who am I exactly? Logically, I’m a figment of my creator’s imagination; his alter-ego perhaps. Counter-ego is more apposite I think; a case of “My opinion” vs. (what) “I said” I assume. Nevertheless, the mere fact that you’re able to read this without having to pinch yourself to wake up, it’s as real as it gets… “Who am I” might not even interest you as who would care to be even curious of just some unknown entity. Unless I’m some up-and-coming personality gradually making a name, perhaps, a curious few would be paying attention. As how my name sounds, is how transparent I’ll try to be – “Mr. Reno Mohr.”

As generic as any advice on wellbeing, from the title alone, this is diagnostic of how uncomplicated things should be. Likewise, how these basic things could be healthy. Perhaps (or sometimes), plainly pinpointing what it is would be more reassuring than a dose of tricky diagnosis. And before I sound to be rather extensive as well, I’m merely pointing out how some doctors should be caring of their patients and not their impatience. Apparently, they’re eager to convince their suspicions… For quick remuneration perhaps? Reason as to why their supposed expertise is sought is that their patient wants to most likely regain or maintain good health. Due respect for how they have studied and know the human anatomy and its functions similarly with its malfunctions. In the same way (or on the contrary?), whoever is seeking treatment is the one feeling the development or the damage. For the most part, it’s their body. Patients get conscious of every episode. Even so, that includes “unhealthy expe

With the recent and successive nature-caused blows seemingly harking back at every part of the globe as its groans of resentment, Mother Earth appears to be collecting dues. Yesterday, in observance of the Earth Hour, support and participation of a majority were an hour of some energy-saving measure. Jointly, it’s a big contribution. Compared to the collective damage she has endured all throughout however, it’s small.  Controlled by The Most High, will she be as forgiving? In general, we have been preoccupied by our own business to the point of having neglected our responsibilities to care for our home in Mother Earth. Assuming to be accepting of our shortcomings, how are we to take the dues should her charging escalate? If Japan’s deemed readiness with its technological advancements didn’t quite hold on, the concern is how it would be among the less ready. With the series of unexpected alarming natural calamities and under the contemplation of eventually experiencing the same,

Looking for a XXXL size diaper for my 3-year old son, I’ve realized that he is already big to still be using a diaper. Right there I thought the non-existence of such size means the “no-kid-as-big-as-that-could-still-be-using-one” probability (thus why even produce what would not sell thought the manufacturer perhaps)… Before he totally outgrows his current XXL-size for a baby diaper, he needs to learn how to practically answer those kinds of nature call. Practical it would be indeed as it will spare me of further expenditure. Though his Mamy Poko brand for a diaper could be proven to be more practicable as it lasts longer, still, the convenient non-use of it is rather preferred. Don’t get me wrong with my choice on trying to be cost-effective. It’s just that there may be a more inexpensive brand that could be as useful but causes diaper rash. We’ve been prodding him on how to use his potty trainer instead but to no avail. I’ve also shown him how to “manly” pee but only elicits amu

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Is it coincidental or is it fitting that prevention month for Rabies and that of Fire is concurrent with Women’s Month this March? One suspected basis could be that to avoid a biting discomfort-causing flaming dispute, avoid getting in conflict with and bitten by a bitch (LOL) . Ok that’s not entirely true; I made that up but… But? Yes, while the International Women’s Month is a celebration focused on appreciation towards women for every possible related aspect, it’s not supposed to stir gender bias. It’s an occasion for men to dedicatedly convey their love for women. Yet, it’s also a seeming instance for women to expect for it, thus such expression from men are rather reserved for special occasions such as this. Celebrations like this are supposed to be some sort of a chance to be thankful. For even gaining the credentials to be commemorated among celebrators is what’s really worth remembering. My point exactly: One doesn’t celebrate her some sort of contribution to humanity becaus

It’s neither positive nor negative… But if it’s a score out of at least a few, it’s negative. If it’s a result out of something that’s supposed to be consumed or dissolved however, then it’s positive. Thus zero could mean good or bad depending on what it’s tallied for. Age-wise, zero could perhaps be marked when one hasn’t reached the age of one or hasn’t completed a full year commemorated on his/her birthday. My son was born on a leap day 3 years ago. Technically, commemoration of his 1st birthday on its actual day would be next year. When asked how old he is, he responds with “zero”. By some means, he could be likened to zero. He is endearing yet he could be bothersome as expected of his age. Age? But then again, he’s “zero”… Exactly! He’s both delightful and demanding though his being “zero” is “him” being even and not odd; in the same way how exacting he could get nevertheless he is still some treat for an amusement. As he grows, his interest varies. He’s now into wearing my

Falling on a Saturday, my daughter’s 9th birthday was rather celebrated with family. The idea of throwing a party in school would mean celebrating it on a day other than her actual birthday. It’s not much of a tight spot but neither would it be exact… Thus, Feb. 19th proved its fitting essence.  Before another year adds to my daughter’s 9 years of existence of which is a closer stage to adolescence, the thought of taking advantage of her still not into “can-I-just-celebrate-with-my-friends” sort of awkward moment was rather set into an ideal perspective. Quite simultaneous, my brother was in town for a business trip. Being the generous person that he is and as a fitting birthday treat for her niece, he delighted us with a hearty breakfast before heading back to Manila. Having planned for an intimate family get-together for lunch somewhere similarly conveying that natural warmth for an ambiance, I asked my brother to extend a bit and join us to make the celebration more jovial. I rece

Off-ih-you-cuss. That’s how it’s verbally pronounced. Just like anyone drawn into the whole brouhaha of the coming-into-picture of this 13th Zodiac sign, I also wondered of its pronunciation. I’m not much into horoscopes; it’s just that with the adjustment, or “progressing sign” should I say, I’m now an Ophiuchus. I used to be a Sagittarius. A progression? A good sign? Most of the people I’ve conversed with regarding the change of their signs aren’t so inclined into being their “new them”. I guess, with those who seemed to have relied too much on (say) marrying their spouses based on their “astrological compatibility” are now worried of “falling stars” or perhaps “seeing stars”. Who we are isn’t exactly the same as what we are. Just because you fall under the sign of Taurus doesn’t mean you possess a raging-like quality similar to that of a bull. While it’s quite fascinating to note that horoscopes most often than not are appealingly accurate, it serves to inspire rather than obli

1 – Happy New Year! Another 1 – Who knows if we really have just 1 year left? 1 more thing – There’s 1 convincing point as to 2011’s onset having too many 1s – 1-1-11 It could be a prequel to 2012 the movie where such year was depicted to be the end of the world. Timely as it is, it’s the New Year we’re currently celebrating representing new beginning. Positively, what better way to instigate any inception but with that of something depictive of “number 1”… 2011, as it is, has 2 1s. Thus, it’s indicative of preference. Either you become the 1 or just another 1. Not that anyone has to be the best at whatever it is that’s aimed for but at least be driven by hope amidst challenges to somehow achieve progress. Under the circumstance, we are given opportunities as to how we are to make do of developmental possibilities before the unpredictable doomsday. In going through it, we are as well given options on how we are to go about it. Fittingly, as hinted earlier, 2011 is about having 2 choic