July 3, 2007
Talking Nonsense Part II
I have five days to spend as a bum. To put it in an intellectual sense, Economics would call it frictional unemployment, that is unemployment that is due to normal turnover in the labor market and that includes people who are temporarily between jobs because they are moving or changing occupations, or unemployed for similar reasons. Strictly speaking, I don’t really qualify to that category. Just trying to sound impressive, hehe. So let’s just stick to my first statement: I HAVE FIVE DAYS TO SPEND AS A BUM. I don’t have a damn idea how to spend those five days. What would a bum supposed to do in the first place? Maybe I’ll try to make a list. A list they say, “offers a wonderful way to confine the nearly insuperable demands of the chaotic, freewheeling world to the possible; to turn abstract to specific; to cut experience into bite sizes.” But the list made by the filipinos on their ballots last elections did not turn out so well these ways. House speakership and senate presidency are like fattened cows thrown over a river filled with pirannhas( spelled it right?, too lazy to check). If Lord Voldemort is “He-Who-Should-Not-Be-Named”, Coco Pimentel would consider Maguindanao as “Place-That-Should-Not-Be-Named”. But I can imagine Migs Zubiri maniacally and possessively regarding Maguindanao like Gollum on the ring of power hissing “My Precioussss”. The opposition ensures check and balance in governance. But isn’t it obvious that this system of “checks (kutong) and “balances” (utang) ensures that any action taken by the administration will be rendered utterly meaningless by an equal and opposite reaction from opposition?
Let’s set aside politics and lemme go back to my list. Perhaps I’ll have my hair cut. Our OIC Assistant Vice President suggested that I should add some highlights on my hair. “Para dadami lalo chicks mo”, his exact words. Maybe he meant it or it’s just another way of saying “You look like a lunatic with your long unruly hair. Our office policy clearly states that your hair is not supposed to be touching the collar of your shirt, asshole!” But I like him regardless what he really meant. It feels far more better that greeting a blank wall good morning.
But only those with an intelligence level of a slug would greet a blank wall good morning, right? Wrong! Try to greet a training specialist and you would most probably experience that talking to the wall thing. Ironic? It is little power from little authority from little people that sucks worst, agree?
Maybe I really have that intelligence level of a slug, for I never get tired greeting the blank wall good morning. Good manners and right conduct are taught through out grade school, and I guess they sunk in at the wrong side of my brain. Maybe I lack the masters degree to fully grasp that level of corporate etiquette.
Next on my list would be watching Transformers the movie. A free Chicken Inasal with unlimited rice would be a welcome preamble. These are some of the pleasures I can enjoy for the moment. I can’t help but envy those people who do things that are illegal, immoral or fattening. I dont want to talk more about risk… until the time that I’ll be riding anything that floats, flies or fucks.
Then I’ll finish my enrollment in the university. I’m taking Enterprise Development as elective coupled with Management of Information System this trimester. I anticipate to experience grave financial distress upon first glimpse of the cashier’s booth.
And then perhaps… hybernate on the next three days. It is more exciting living each day at whim. I maybe used to a routine life but definitely not on a scripted one.
Scrap that list.
June 25, 2007
Talking Nonsense
Summer is over, but the sun glares tirelessly in this penultimate Sunday of June, wilting the pale crimson blossom of gumamela that freshly bloomed this morning upon first glance of sunlight. The air is moist, soil damped by last night’s rain, gracing the celebration of the feast of Saint John the Baptist the next day. The street is busier, a usual habit and scenery during the towns’ market day. A guy in a bicycle passed by with a bagfull of goods in one hand, same hand that keeps the bike in balance while the other hand is propped up, holding an exaggeratedly large red umbrella to shield him from the sun. I can’t help but smile. He reminds me of TV ads of papaya soaps and whitening facial cleanser. Seldom do I find my self at home during Sundays lately, sitting here as dumb as a fish, thinking my own thoughts. Well, I love the idea of living in Bikini Bottom and meet Spongebob and his pet Garry.
Trimester is over too, relieved of worries after the proposal in Human Resource was submitted. Human resource management, huh? Sounds ironic if not pathetic to some public organizations.
And hear this: ” The alterations in the income streams provided by loans or sales, the marginal degrees of impatience for all individuals in the market are brought into equality with each other and the market rate of interest.”— Irvin Fisher. Whew! Do I sound like someone with a bachelor’s degree in engineering? This is one of the concepts in Portfolio Theory that the Diliman guy discussed during the seminar to culminate the course in Finance this trimester. We have to submit a five page-page handwritten report about it, arrgh!.
Talking about risks in different portfolios made me rialize that in everything we do, there are certain level of risks involved, even in deciding on what to do with our very own dick. ( Although most guys let their dicks do the decision making). Silver Surfer on the second installment of Fantastic Four movie appears to have none. Is it worth pulverizing and sucking energy from living planets for the sake of the girl he loves without something hanging between his legs to prove big-bang theory with her afterwards? Maybe he realized it and decided to end his life instead at the eand of the movie. Poor guy, he landed in the wrong planet, filled with suckers that grow exponentially like bacteria over time.
Going back to risk, I had never done much of risky feats in my life. People are even surprised or could hardly believe that I don’t have an inamorata at my age, conjuring facial expressions as if I missed more than half of my life and that my fuckability will decline tremendously for the next couple of years. Crap! Freedom is expensive, right, Mae?
The greater the risk, the higher is the expected return. And our objective my friends, is to minimize risk in every investment we take in attaining that desirable level of return. Trillanes took a greater risk by staging a mutiny at Oakwood, pressuring the president to step down from power, and now he is a proclaimed senator, despite being caged. I can imagine how Gloria salivates in anticipating to kick his ass… but that’s another risk for her to take.
I just finished reading three novels in the last two weeks, one science fantasy, another is a suspense thriller, and the other is a detective story revolving around secret communist ring that still thrives in the United States. The communist idealism appeals me lately. What if I’ll take that risk?
Just kidding.
June 3, 2007
Summer Wine
There are rare moments in life that happiness slips past you so easily that you barely notice it, or ever believe it will end. And there you are, left alone…
Empty.
Everything else is frozen, except the sound of heavy breathing as you try hard to hold back the tears.
Moments tick away.
You seek for the cold comfort of darkness, to be drowned on its chilling embrace until its anesthetic coldness numbed you heart into very deep slumber.
You drifted into illusory dreams. Fall in love with the moon and the night, the poems and the songs.
Only to wake up… with even more longings.
Who are you?
May 6, 2007
A Journey To Hell
Every step heading towards uncertainty
in the absence of directions and point of reference.
Stumbling. Falling. Rising again,
struggling onward the infinite distance
of a journey that has no beginning.
Blistered lips,
craving for the moisture in the desert of death.
Naked feet scorched
in the ember of sand
Every drop of sweat, kissed away by the
hungry breeze,
leaving a sting of salty pain, howling
in a delightful laughter of hell.
Horizon is a blurr in a distance,
transformed into a hallucination
of the paradise that the heart craves.
A false hope
to fire up the desire of existence.
and so…
Another step is made
and another…
A dot of life moving along
the endless string of sorrow.
April 2, 2007
An Orgy of Love, Hate and Anger
The Holy Scripture mentioned anger 150 times, hate 70 times and love 160 times, from both the New and Old Testaments. I would not assert that those figures are correct if our parish priest or anybody that receives communion every Sunday will refute the validity of those numbers. Curious where I got those numbers? Well, I love to read, but it is such a shame that I do not take the effort to scan the Bible, much more tallying the frequency of the use of certain words in the entire book. Having a sting on conscience (the book on Contemporary Ethics presents different kind of conscience, I don’t know which one I have), I downloaded an electronic copy of the Bible. It felt good (honest!), having something sacred stored on the PC. But again, I was contemplating if I made a right decision given that some porno stuffs are also stored in the hard drive. (I really have to qualify what kind of conscience I have). Using the free software I downloaded, I was able to obtain those statistics. So what?
Today starts the Holy Week for us Catholics. Let this be my share of reflections, not in an eremitic way, nor in dramatic rhapsody.
Life indeed is filled with paradoxes. The Bible narrates the limitless love of God and the magnitude of His anger. For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son… But in His rage, He sent floods and rains of fires to topple down His enemies. In His anger, is there hate?
17:16 And the ten horns which thou sawest upon the beast, these shall hate the whore, and shall make her desolate and naked, and shall eat her flesh, and burn her with fire. (Revealations)
As humans, we have the innate capacity to love. In impulse, we declare our hatred and anger. Anger is a natural human fault, an innate weakness, a legacy of Cain.
4:20 If a man say, I love God, and hateth his brother, he is a liar: for he that loveth not his brother whom he hath seen, how can he love God whom he hath not seen? (John I)
What about if you are freed from the pitfall of anger and hatred, but don’t extend love to your neighbors, would that make a difference? There is an apparent imbalance of love and apathy in today’s world, with apathy slowly gaining the race.
We are rational beings, presumably immune to basal temptations. But we are more preoccupied with our own personal motives, not minding the people around, especially those who are of no use for us.
In this season of Lent, let’s not simply say our prayers. We should pray our prayers to restore the reign of love in the heart of mankind.
4:6 Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God. (Philippians)
Have a meaningful week. Spread the love.
Desiderato 
