ang lakas mo sa globe (?)

Nandito na ang pinaka-bagong (in a layman's term, hindi pa bilasa) serbisyo ng nakakaburaot na Globe Telecoms, ang ETXT20. So, ano ang pinagkaiba nito sa ibang serbisyo na available pa rin sa mga subscriber? wala lang, dahil mahigpit parin ang competition nila sa Smart and Sun, pakapalan na ng mukha para lang matuwa ang mga consumers (kahit in fact, napapakunot ang noo dahil hindi na nila makayanan ang pseudo-inflation at peso depreciation) at para masabi lang na, uy may bago!!. Sabi ng iba kong kakilala, kapag naka-Globe ka, mayaman ka! (hindi ko alam kung matatawag ba iyong compliment, ewan) pero natutuwa naman ako dahil halos medyo(hindi naman lahat) ng kakilala ko eh naka-Globe, kaya hindi ko ma-i-give-up ang sim ko and switch to other reasonable, pocket-friendly service...Dahil hindi catchy at hindi nakakatuwa (para sa akin) ang ibang services ng Globe, ay isinasantabi ko na lang ang mga potential nila (kung meron man) tulad ng sa Sulitxt na kailangan mo pang mag-aksaya ng piso para lang malaman kung ilan na lang ang balance mo...sa aking palagay, dahil panget na at napaka -impertinente na ng marketing ng Globe at sabihin na nating dahil sa kanilang avaricious greed (tautology? hehe), I can foresee na maybe ten years from now ay masasapawan na ang paramount prestige ng Globe na dulot naman talaga ng kanilang mga loyal subscribers, at masusungkit ito ng mga rival companies na hanggang ngayon ay medyo nakadikit pa sa lupa ang mga paa...

PS. alam nio ba pwede kayong mag-unli kahit wala kayong balance na natira, o di kaya 50 cents na lang ang regular load nio? (basta may certain amount ka pa rin na gustong i-unli..e.g. 20, 40, 80) ganyan ka-buwaya ang Globe...

rainy day blues

The previous rain shower brought fuzz once again. Not only that it made a clamorous sound and produced a tremendous liquid amount (which I can conclude, at its degree, low areas would be left flooded on an instant.) but it also wrecked the gutter of our auxiliary kitchen. The result, a dramatic water cataract with an uncontrolled water flux. I can't help but remember last year's super-typhoon Milenyo as it unmercifully bashed and banged the G.I. roof of our draft kitchen, (or the dirty kitchen, if you wish to call it) and left other houses within a mile radius all with the same pitiable fate. Good thing, my idea of a protective canopy along the alley of our house worked as a deterrent to the onslaught of rain-showers, and the unconventional trapal we used to have was supplanted. My father said that if only I have graduated a couple of years ago, I could have designed and planned our new house because he couldn't stand some flaws on the design (which in fact is more flawed than he can see.) What I'm trying to insinuate here was the strength of houses and structures, and all the things my architect-professors inculcated on our minds is the architectural quintessence- aesthetics, purpose and strength. As I see my self practicing my chosen profession years from now, I can guarantee superiority on strength of materials as it is necessarily the rudiment of a good building, and by being reminded that oxidized gutters must be replaced.

"The House is a Machine to Live in..."

-Le Corbusier

earth hour

8:30 pm 29/03/08

I just received a forwarded message saying that everyone must have their contribution for allaying the looming crisis of our Mother Earth by turning off the lights for about an hour (8:00 to 9:00 pm). The text said that everyone must cooperate and if I care I must forward it to others. I thought it was the same, nonsense chain messages passed everyday, so I deleted it after a short musing. Well, what's wrong about turning the lights off for an hour for the sake of Mother Earth? I don't know. After I ate my dinner alone, I opened the TV and a flash report headline startled me: "Prime Cities in World Join Energy Conservation on Earth Hour." It hits home, and I felt a bothering apathy embracing me. It's as if I am stoking a great fire. The video focused on how leading cities spearhead a small event for a future vicissitude. Rampant gasoline-combustion and spendthrift use of power and energy were main causes of Global Warming. Though Kyoto Protocol was promulgated to reduce factors affecting the Global Warming, many people were still indifferent at this issue. And I'll not hesitate to count myself as one of them. As a student, I am aware on the alleged consequences of this phenomenon. Sustainable environment and planning were endorsed as an efficient alternative of living, passive cooling techniques were revived and cutting-edge discoveries about biofuels and substitutes were being debated. Along with the Earth's slow-paced degeneration, Global Warming's horrible effects serve as an eye-opener to thousands of concerned people, and many were enlightened to act wisely and save our planet just in the nick of time. Think about it. I'm not one of them, but I'll try observing first and have enough knowledge; I will act very soon, like others, to salvage our very own planet.

spywares and cheeseburger

My sleeping pattern giddiness vanished on an instant when I already faced the computer. The usual sites I visit were fine then, but not until an influx of self-activating pop-ups and self-navigating browsers flooded my screen, one of them says: the system has detected a number of active spyware applications that may impact the performance of your computer. They are claiming that my computer is infected with different viruses, spywares and the like and it needs an immediate remedy. soon after, homepages of anti-virus advertisements inundated my computer-- professional malware programs, XP antivirus, down-loadable security soft-wares and free trial antispywares. I tried to install all of them but all of them are resetting, and the dialog balloon on my task bar shows warning messages and critical level alerts. I'm now on a panicky mood. A Windows XP affiliate type of program activated at last, and it started scanning my computer for threats. It verified 197 infections, and they were spyware, adware, trojan, worm, rogue and dialer type of malware. They are of various forms and nature but serves only one purpose- the obliteration of your computer files and privacy. The dialog balloon then informs me of a backdoor created by the spywares, and that the performance of my computer slowed by 40 %. My fingers were fumbling for the letters on the keyboard just to get rid of the unnecessary programs, and I felt a sense of grief that it will be my computer's last day, so I exited all the web-pages and turned off the computer...'twas my last resort, and alas, my brother who has the technical skills and computer proficiency came at home. I just left him after telling the entire scene, and after some minutes, he told me everything was fine, I almost forgot to breathe. Ah, it was a close one.

what's with the cheeseburger?

nah, nothing =b

friendship is abstract

Three months left and the semester will be finally over. business matters, academics, school life will end on an instant. Same as to relationships of my friends who suffer from disputes and misunderstandings. I couldn't deny how close they are to each other, but there's no way we can reconcile two or more clashing entities. Some just left, some ceased caring and some want change. a vicious circle they don't want to consider and reckon. the causes vary from case to case, and yes, it was an open-and-shut case- they were finally over. not unless one of them will surrender his or her ego and grovel in submission just to be forgiven and be appreciated. one's parapraxis could reveal something, either its deliberate or really a slip, friends will be friends. friendship will remain indecipherable like the geometric shapes and curves of a cubist opus. or even a nonsensical anagram of an unsolved puzzle. Friendship is abstract, it is the consolidation of individual passion and dreams, of shared purposes in life. it's up to you if you want to lose one, especially someone who became a part of you...

the strand of hair

12/29/07

It was a bash, two days before the New Year’s eve, and yes, it was a celebration indeed, but done in advance, and my mother’s friends decided to do it in our house. They brought variety of victuals and viands, and started the fun with eating sessions. The smorgasbord was full of palatable dishes and I do not want to miss the chance to taste them all.
Sitting at the couch on our living room after getting my share, and reveling on the feast of taste, while swigging and salivating on a glass of soda, I turned on the TV to watch, browsing for channels that offers nonsense shows.
‘Oh my God!’ I heard one of my friend who already joined me at the opposite couch, who was a daughter of my mother’s friend, screamed while scrutinizing her plate like a gynecologist, with her fork as a scalpel and the spoon as a spatula.
‘What? What’s your problem?’ I asked instantly.
‘Look at this, on my plate!’
There she was eating a plate of adobo, embutido, and seafood Pancit Malabon, topped with crunchy, cracked chicharon, mussels, shrimps, sliced hard-boiled eggs and a copious quantity of brown garlic.
‘What? What’s in there?’
‘A hair!’
‘A hair?
‘Yes! A hair, and it’s not an ordinary hair.’
For as long as I know, a female shed off hair strands from her head more than a male and that is the reason why every meal your mother might prepared have hair strands as an extra ingredient. But I think it’s disgusting to find a hair strand when you bought the food, and you found it unclean, right?
‘Well, its alright, you probably are not alone to encounter a strand of hair in the plate you are eating.’
‘It was…It was a pubic hair!’
‘What? A cubic hair?’ I replied to her and replaced the word I heard from her that I think my mind had just only fabricated.
‘Look at my plate, a pubic hair.’
Thank goodness, I heard it right, and on what she had said, I found my self quite reluctant to take her proposition, but my curiosity is stronger that I dared look at it. On her plate, she pointed a strand of hair-it was kinky, and jet-black; it was flanked by a cartilage of a half-eaten chicken breast and a foil scrap of embutido.
‘I think it’s not. How sure are you?’
‘Yes, it was! And it’s disgusting! I want to puke out what I’ve eaten. I need an emetic!’
I think she was exaggerating it, and isn’t it too gross to find out a hair strand coming from someone’s crotch on the food you are eating?
This friend of mine, with her stomach starting to flurry, hurriedly ascended to the stairs leading to the rooftop where the celebration is happening. I didn’t follow her, and I left my meal unfinished, reckoning the possibilities that it could be what she says, or it could be not. I haven’t a clue.
She then descended as fast as she can, with another set of different meal and I asked her. ‘Did they react violently? What did they say?’
‘Curse them, they don’t believe me!’
‘Why then?’
‘They say it some kind of came from the mussels, you know, and they insist.’
‘Oh, so I see…the hair is not what you think it is.’
‘Oh, whatever! Look at the strand of hair, I don’t think it really came from a mussel meat. I know its dirty! ’
‘Okay, no one questions you here, just eat.’ I concluded her litany and increased the volume of the TV.

Now I remember. My teeth used to be meshed with those kinky hairs of cooked, stewed fresh mussels. These species of mollusks were harvested on submerged bamboo poles on the sea and they proliferate fast, I wonder how they mate.
And I really wonder how people think- how they react, how they seem so naïve and innocuous in some situations, or, are they only just showing some blatant hypocrisy or just faking it? Like those conservative and conformist parents who will put their sweaty hands on their children’s faces if they are watching a TV show or a movie, when a stimulating yet disturbing scene initiates. Like those people who make another meaning on words or even circumstances that they encounter, assuming things as double-entendre. Like those insecure cranks who are misjudging other people by their sentiments, ways of living, convictions and mannerisms.
I can’t blame them, so are our eyes- who are proven to fluctuate images they see, giving us two or possible figures that they have analyzed. Well, sometimes, my eyes dupe me, and I can be easily deceived by veneers and appearances, the outer wrapping. And I am certainly sure that the majority of world’s populace experiences the same. But effortlessly, we can avoid such things to happen. Do you know how it is done? It is simple, just dive and go explore beyond the surface.

subconscious

Subconscious



The coexistence of heart and mind:
Is it a preposterous presumption?
Fall like a fool, and generate philosophies
Attraction or infatuation, all leads to frustration
Learn self-pity, don’t lose grip or just let go
It all conclude on a foiled, thwarted love
Sentimental, detrimental, full of apathy
There’s never been a coexistence of heart and mind..

[0h my, the poem still sounds bitter though I am not trying to intend anything..]

Daisy

[This poem was written in retaliation from an unexpected rejection...]

She’s no ordinary blossom,
A splendiferous creation, devoid of any unchaste elements
Sown on a barren, infertile terrain of displeased men,
Capture our eyes, poach our bestiality, and boil our bloods.
Beguile us, inveigle us on
your stamen,
your pistil,
your stigma,
deep,
deep
down
where your
sweetest nectar
lies pristine and untainted.

Let us savour your impalpable scent,
your superficial splendour,
your petals of abominable charm.

Time will come and you will wilt,
As roses wither into infernal debris.
Your ephemeral glory will expire,
The full moon will wane, and so you will...

fated to a sweet reunion

The series of inimical depressions and political publicity episodes have pillaged and bombarded the daily scenes, almost tantamount (or greater) to the tension of primetime melodramas, proving yet another decadent impression that the whole world will never forget. but I don't care, even the rice supply is running out, the prices of commodities are on a frantic rise, or the world needs to act at the eleventh hour of Mother Earth's sluggish self-destruction. I will just remain apathetic towards these things that happen almost everyday. the dramatic legislation and the government's jurisdiction is such a fatuous attempt towards national unity, and their trite spiels and thespian skills they had acquired on politics are blatant proof of their nugatory purpose. Blame-laying, finger-pointing, opinionated ideas and betrayal seemed like a horseplay the whole nation needs to be used to. Out of their vested interests, the ordinary people can do nothing but wait for the slightest change they can offer. whatever the pressing national issues our country has to face starkly, they will surely undermine the integrity and virtues our great, great ancestors and heroes had died for. Do we want these things to be seen by our posterity and the next generations? don't we want to put an end on these insufferable ordeals so that we can move on and progress? I want to act and have my contribution, but there seems to be a lot of road blocks and bottlenecks I need to pass first. I want change, but that thing just exists on my mind. There's a bunch of things I needed to do, I have priorities and involvement for a total national change seems far-fetched. There are still examinations, projects, plates and subjects I need to pass. I don't deserve another crease on my forehead because of political nuisances. just by now, I am fated to a sweet reunion with old highschool chums and bums. I missed them a lot. Damn it.