Thursday, November 29, 2007
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Thursday, November 29, 2007
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The weather hasn’t been that bad in Metro Manila, but something about the news that brought out the apocalyptic tone in me lately. The Philippines is currently under the showering shades of three typhoons getting together in a weird eyeball called Fujiwhara effect. I don’t know if it had anything to do with huge waves that swept across the archipelago yesterday. And prior to that, there was a 20-second earthquake with an intensity of four or five... or six (depending on every newspaper’s “opinion”) that rocked Luzon the other day. Just hours ago, the United Nations reported that we only have ten years to “fix” the global warming or we’ll all live in Kevin Costner’s water world (which is really a bad news since I’m no good swimmer). There's also a news of Earth consuming all of our oil reserves in about 30 years and an economic meltdown, along with food crisis in half a century. Darker days ahead, like a scene from the Matrix’s real world. Transition from life to death is going to be an evil-filled process. But I'd rather see a pack of comets as big as those of Shoemaker-Levi 9 to pummel the Earth. It will be a fitting end to the wicked human race.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
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Saturday, November 24, 2007
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We have started praying...
It was clear that “The Boss” had predetermined the deadline for delivery without consulting her subjects if they have the miraculous holy mother of Guadalupe by their sides. “You will finish the thirteen 16-pages magazines on November 28. You will be provided with holy greese so you won’t run out of gas. The deadline should have been earlier, but we’re just being realistic, you should be able to blah, blah, blah...” the Boss said, something to that effect. Thirteen 16-pages magazines. Beat that. Yeah, we’re gonna need holy greese, holy water, holy overtimes, bring them on my Lord. What they forgot to tell us is that we also need a MIRACLE to meet the deadline.
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Monday, November 19, 2007
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Monday, November 19, 2007
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If there was one thing you wouldn’t miss on a lazy Monday morning, it would be the slow, heavy traffic. Aurora Blvd., EDSA, Makati Ave. — these are just few of many dreaded highways you should not be traveling through on a Monday morning. Not even a 32-valve high-powered turbo car can defeat a full, crowded road. I've been a witness to some of the worst traffic that Monday morning could slap on a person’s mood. How many times have I been tempted to curse the traffic system and the guys behind it? What I hate most about heavy traffic is the fact that you’re in the middle of something you really have no control. You feel desperately useless. Exactly what I felt just this morning. When the jeepney I was riding on suddenly slowed down and ran through a heavy traffic, I really felt I was going to explode. Kamias isn’t a congested road, so when we got there and joined hundred of vehicles entangled in a messy four-lane road, all I could think of was curse the motherfuckers who caused the heavy traffic. I wanted our driver to bump the vehicles out of the way, smash them real hard and get over with the damn traffic. All I wished was to get the hell out of there so I can get to the office on time. Fuck everything else.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
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Tuesday, November 13, 2007
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It was so stupid of me to lock the door of our toilet yesterday. I have no clue what in the nutty world I was thinking at that moment. Kasi ba naman I was so taeng-tae na, as in I was ready to release my shit in a blitzkrieg fashion when I found out that our water tank had already run out of water. Geez, I was already inside, sitting on the throne. I had choice but to get out and hold off the “bombing” (just imagine the effort) to turn on our pumping machine to fill the water tank. But when I got back and pushed the toilet’s door, it's locked! Turned out I unconsciously closed the door pala while the lock-button was pressed. Arrrggh! I tried to twist the door knob hard but the door wouldn’t just open. I hastily thought of some ways to open it, but it’s really hard marshaling your thoughts when your stomach is under a state of natural calamity. So I quickly went upstairs and asked my sisters if they knew where the spare key was kept. Their answers: what spare key? The toilet doesn’t even have a key! I was like “whaaat?!” I immediately went downstairs and rammed the door desperately. To hell with the noise. How could you even think of the noise at a time like that? I had goosebumps all over my body. I felt that if I stretched my legs a little wider, my ass gonna blow up. I seriously thought of detonating it outside, some place else. My gosh, it’s really coming! Fortunately, with the help of a magnetic sticker and by constant ramming, the door opened. I hurriedly sit on the throne and before I even closed my eyes, it was krokotok-kotok! boom! krokotok-kotok! Glorious moment! I moaned and whispered the magic word “ooohh-aahhh” in utter bliss. If you could only see my face that time hahahaha!
Friday, November 9, 2007
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Friday, November 09, 2007
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Some people get the idea that when one decides to blog, he is supposed to write only about himself — who he is, what he does, where he goes, what he likes and dislikes — an idea similar to writing a diary. Originally, that was the plan I'd thought of when I started this blog. But I figured that I have no total control of what I might think and what I specifically want to write. So, putting two and two together, I resolved to write without particular pattern; in short, I decided to write randomly. I TRY not to dig up or look into every detail of my private life and make it open for everybody to see and feast on. This is why my blog was entitled Planet of the Nuts, with a description “nutty reflections of a creature living in a nutty planet.” It simply means I have lots of mixed thoughts that, in one way or another, may directly or indirectly affect me. And I couldn’t care less whether they do or they don’t, as long as I know that I'm not selling myself off, or any people close to me for that matter. Otherwise, if I blog the diary way while people who know me read it, it may do me more harm than good. Likewise, I feel the events transpiring outside are, most of the time, much more interesting than what’s happening to me. Moreover, if I rant, I really rant; if I rumble, I really rumble. And there’s no telling if, after doing so, the world around me would revolve like normal again (laugh). Besides, having something to say in a blog doesn’t necessarily signify saying and writing about self-centered ideas. If I have something to say and I'm compelled enough to say it, I will write it. Anyway, I still TRY to share my thoughts about anything nutty just to keep faithful to the title of my blog. Next week, I will begin posting entries devoted to some nutty (e.g. peculiar, freakish, unimaginable, depressing) ideas and events that transpired, are transpiring, will transpire, may transpire and I wish to transpire. But I will still try to include some interestingly private things in my blog. As to my no-holds-barred blog, I leave it in the cyberspace where only people who don’t know me can find the pleasure of reading it. Which brings me my point: whose blog is this?
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Wednesday, November 7, 2007
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Wednesday, November 07, 2007
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I’ve been struggling to get up in the morning lately. It must have been the hangover from a long vacation. I was relieved to hear that some family members took care of observing All Soul's Day for me since I couldn't visit any cemetery last week. The deads are dead anyway. Honoring them in my words and deeds is more spiritual than observing All Souls Day. Besides, we got a whole year to visit the cemetery. So instead of socializing with dead bodies, I used the holidays to loosen up myself and breathe fresh air by wandering in Pangasinan and Baguio with Kuchi. The fun and laughter have been sticking to my head for some time now, making me forget to work last Monday. I just couldn’t beat it. And just today, I nearly threw in the towel again. I need to hit the sack a little earlier to overcome this feeling. But I’m already looking forward to another holiday on November 30!
Before I forget, it’s been a year now since I started blogging in Blogspot! Cheers! Thanks to all my readers out there who have kept on reading and sharing their thoughts. More entries (and years) to come!
Thursday, October 25, 2007
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Thursday, October 25, 2007
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Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter. ~ Mark Twain
Yesterday (October 24) was my twenty tooot (figure it out yourself) birthday. I know I’m “getting” older but I don’t really feel getting older — mentally, emotionally or physically (sigh). I can still play physical sports you know, although I may need to get myself some practice and exercise first to beat exhaustion and hard breathing. I have matured greatly in a lot of ways, but believe me when I say that I’m still the same person I was in college days (did I see eyebrows raising?). How fast time flies. The next thing I know, I’m already a husband, a father, a grandpa, an oldie and god knows what else? The only comfort I get in knowing this truth is that each and every one of us is going to be like that. Sooner or later, everybody will have to cross that road called geezerhood. ^_^
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Tuesday, October 23, 2007
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Tuesday, October 23, 2007
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My opinions in religion, culture and even politics some years ago were very different from today. At present, there’s no way I can all fuse them into a single unified belief without contradicting itself. I can say that what my views yesterday are almost, if not totally, opposite of my views today. Say for example, my thought about homosexuality. Before, when people asked me if I viewed homosexuality and sex change as “bad,” I would, without a blink of an eye, say “yes!” and would go on explaining how God made just two sexes and anything else outside this are unacceptable, nasty and immoral. Lately have I just realized that homosexuality has nothing to do with immorality. What is really nasty about becoming your true self?
The cause of homosexuality---which some described as a trait, disease, behavior, desire, mental illness, perversion, political identity, lifestyle and even sin---is still undetermined. My sister and a cousin, who were both psychology graduates, said that there have been no proven tests stating that this abnormality stems from psychological or biological problems.
Many believe that gender is hard-wired in the brain before birth. Most homosexuals said that they have been bakla and tomboy since the beginning, ‘trapped’ in men’s or women’s bodies, so they claim. Our gender is, according to them, can be more determined by our brains and not by our bodies. Most of them argue that because mental gender cannot be changed via psychiatric means, the only alternative left is to change the physical body to match the mind.
It must be depressing for a guy who had just undergone sex change operation to become a woman when “his” petition to change his name and gender was denied by the Supreme Court of the Philippines. It’s not that the SC was glued to conservatism; there aren’t enough laws recognizing sex change, and the gender of somebody registered at birth — derived from physical body — is still immutable. Unless, some new legislation about sex change are passed, which I highly doubt, people who have gone sex transplant may not get their desired gender.
As expected, some conservative people would rebuke this as a work of evil. But is there more evil than cutting the thin hope of people who only wish for completeness and happiness? What injury will it cause conservative people when a homosexual corrects what s/he believes is wrong with his/her body? How many more of them does God have to create in order for these conservative people to realize that He actually wants them here?
Thursday, October 18, 2007
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Thursday, October 18, 2007
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It was sudden and unexpected. None of us were prepared for it. But then, all things shall inevitably come to an end. That’s precisely what happened to Duday, our dog, our pet who had been with us for years. She succumbed to a mysterious illness we don’t know where she contracted from. She was 9 years old.
Some often view the death of a pet to be of no consequence or importance — particularly by those who are no pet lovers. Honestly speaking, I’m not much of a pet lover myself and most of the time I only attend to our dogs when I feel like it. In fact, I even play pranks on them on some occasions. But when I received the news last Tuesday evening after coming home from work, I was shocked and felt weak. Tatay said that Duday had waited for him before she passed away. It was sad. Duday had become an integral part of our lives. We valued her as a companion, a trusted ally and an intelligent pet. She was like, as one may say, a family member.
We buried her at our yard on that very night. We dig a decent hole two feet beneath the ground for her tomb, taking us almost two hours before we got the depth. It was tiring, but for a family’s pet who died, its the least and the very last sacrifice you could do.
Goodbye, Duday. Thanks for the memories. We’ll miss you...
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Tuesday, October 16, 2007
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Tuesday, October 16, 2007
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I can’t remember the last time I really listened to FM radio. So when I tried tuning in to an FM station that plays both contemporary and old-school songs last Sunday evening, it was so relaxing. It wasn't long, however, before something snapped inside me. How’s our local radio today? They were very popular in the 90s, when personal computer was not yet a household name as it is nowadays. I'm part of those generation of people who could list down the names of each FM station, from those that were disliked to those that were preferred. FM radios were popular among schools, houses, malls, taxis, jeepneys, etc., and disc jokeys were idolized as mysterious sweet-talking cool folks who could command a huge following. But then, when Bill Gates started making money out of his Windows, FM was suddenly driven out of spotlight, pushed to the edge of death by the more powerful and more convenient Mp3s. I have no idea if the younger generation of today would still find it worthwhile, as we once did, to listen to some newly-reformatted FM stations that dish out corny jokes, poorly-made songs and stupid contests.
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