Of writers,national pride, and the environment

 

Sorry if I’ll write one more on this but I really can’t get enough of the Chip Tsao issue or at least relate some things to it. So out of curiosity yesterday I asked my wife to get me a copy of the Philippine Star on her way home from work. My main purpose? Just to check if someone wrote an article about this most talked about shenanigan. Well, someone did and I was all smiles as wifey handed over the thick Sunday issue.

F Sionil Jose

F Sionil Jose

The writer was no less than the national artist for literature himself, F. Sionil Jose. And not only that, his article, “Why are we a ‘nation of servants’? appeared to be a well-revised composition (no pun intended) of my two recent post about the Chip Tsao issue. And here are some excerpts from that article:

“Such insults hurt profoundly but the pain fades quickly and soon after all that enraged outburst, we settle down to the same complacency, we continue sending more of our women abroad to be raped by Arabs, demeaned by Malaysians and Chinese, heckled by the Brits. What has our sense of outrage brought us?”

Chip Tsao

Chip Tsao

“Do not kill the messenger (referring to Chip Tsao) who comes to us to tell the horrid truth about us. Ingest his message, then [sic] turn all that outrage, that vehemence, to the Filipinos who turned this beautiful country into the garbage dump of the region.”

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F. Sionil Jose’s words rang like ever resonant tuning forks in my ears. “…then turn all that outrage, that vehemence, to the Filipinos who turned this beautiful country into the garbage dump of the region…” He wasn’t after all just talking about how most of us reacted to this recent release of racial slur but it was as if he’s hitting two birds with one stone. He’s whipping most of us with what has happened to our environment.

It’s a pity, but while most of us are trying to defend our national pride by loosely attacking someone from outside, we failed to recognize the fact that within us, Christians, and some self-declared devout are people who blatantly made our surroundings like one big trash can. How many times have we seen plastic cups come flying out of rickety tricycles, and heck, even from brand new cars? This just goes to show that neither social status nor educational attainment doesn’t guarantee ones concern of the environment. Our love and respect for Mother Nature needs a conscious effort that we all need to do. And we need to start doing it now.

In my opinion, wearing a shirt with the three stars and the sun, or wailing as if on cue once we feel discriminated, isn’t one way of showing our nationalism. It is by recognizing and acting accordingly to the problems that we face right in front of us, that we earn the respect of other people – especially foreigners. Let’s not just get contented with being labeled as being hospitable, resilient (if this still counts), skilled workforce and religious. Let’s do more than these and let’s show the world that we aren’t a nation of servants, nor we are living in a nation of trash.

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If you can still see us, then well do better next year.

Wifey, son and I on a candle lit alfresco dinner. If you can still see us, then we'll do better next year.

Looking at the bright side, it’s good to know that at least there are a million Filipinos who heed the call to participate in the Earth Hour celebration – and if it was by choice or not, I actually don’t care. For me, just to learn that most of us have “voted” for Earth even just for an hour is enough. Hopefully, we raise this level of awareness and be a part of the majority (is it?) who starts to recognize that something must be done about the environment.

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Other tidbits from yesterday’s Philippine Star Sunday edition:

  • Finally, I read something sensible in Joey De Leon’s column. Hope he keeps it that way.
  • Until now, I still can’t stop feeling the hypocrisy over some charity drives. Bulgari is selling rings intended to help some children. 20% of the P19,000 they say will go to Save the Children campaign. You can do more than that, Bulgari. And why can’t those buyers just give the whole amount instead in the first place?
  • This I find alarming: Explosives chemicals were found in US baby formulas. 15 brands are in question for having perchlorate, an oxidizer in solid fuels used in explosives, fireworks, and rockets. Isn’t this the reason why our baby boy seems to act like the infamous coyote who has taken acme stuffs? Hmmm.
  • Demi Moore saved one man from committing suicide through her Twitter network. Great Job mrskutcher, crisn73 is now one of your followers.

 

 

 

Photo credits:

F. Sionil – Wikipedia.org

Chip Tsao – gmanews.tv

Carbonnyc

 

 

Mood: 3/10 Honks!

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Leadership, Changes and Transition

The problem with having a rather routine task every week is that time flies so fast that by the end of the week I’d wonder what kept me busy, why I was busy at all and my frequently asked question during every weekend, “what have I accomplished so far?” Sad to say, my frequent answer is, “I actually don’t know”, and sometimes worse, “None.”

Having those questions and answers may therefore just lead to a conclusion that most part of this week, I had another dose of the SSDD syndrome. But as much as I love the mere (and weird) thought of having it (and imagine myself once again in the setting of the movie – Dreamcatcher), it is sometimes just what it was meant to sound in the first place – boring.

Yet again, as I reflect on what has happened so far this week, my days haven’t been SSDD after all. In fact some of the days have been interesting enough that I regret at the thought of not having the 25th hour for me to blog about it. And so today, I have at least a couple of lull time. Let me kill some of it.

Last Thursday, I attended what seems to be among the best FLM (Front Line Managers) session – despite being the last one. Initially, I responded to this invitation as tentative because for some reason I got the feeling that this session will be somewhat just like any commencement exercise that are as predictable as clock works. With this thought in mind, I dragged myself just thinking to make the most out of it and at least end it with a perfect attendance.

Im exposing my identity. Thats me at the center smiling.

Ooops, wrong forum. I thought I was attending a trick or treat event.

 

Beth explaining the role of a manager.

Little did I know that a couple of minutes after the session started I’d be as attentive as if I was at home watching the Mythbusters on TV. The invited speaker was a former employee of our company. She is Beth Arriola who was our HR Manager then. Although her name was one of the most familiar during her tenure, it was my first time to listen to her talk. She discussed about the difference between Change and Transition – topics of which I’ve blog several times, without knowing that although being seen as synonymous, both are in fact far different from each other if viewed from another perspective.

 
To explain the difference between the two, Beth referred to William Bridge’s definition of Changes versus Transition. Looking at the meanings of these words – with the global recession on going I’m sure these two are as popular as Obama and McCain – one will see that each word has its own essence; and by understanding both will help guide a person which one he is currently dealing with. The explanation she had on the Powerpoint foils was the simplest yet the clearest I’ve read so far or I haven’t read that much lately? I’m quite sure it’s the former.

The word marriage always makes a foil catchy.

The word married always makes a foil catchy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What also amuses me while listening to Beth’s message was that I can relate (but I’m sure others in the room do as well) to the other things she stressed.

  • She mentioned three keywords to help us through the transition period – PLAN, DO and ACT.
  • She advised everyone to have the mind set that there’s life after work – whether one is leaving it after 4 PM or leaving it for good (and whether he likes it or not).
  • She also reminded us to keep our external networks connected (read my recent blog – My Network and 2 Analogies).
  • And lastly, she encouraged all of us to never let our self-respect and pride (Filipino) down even during this time of uncertainty. Kayang-kaya nga ba kung sama-sama?

On my way home that afternoon, I did realized that I’m quite lucky that I changed my mind and attended this final session. Had I skipped this one, another opportunity to learn (both about the subject matter and the speaker) would have been lost…and did I mention already that I got a free book – The Toyota Way for having attended all the FLM sessions? I can’t wait to claim and read it – I’ll have 365 days to read it next year.

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Also related to this topic of change are the news that made it to the headlines this week. I’m sure that everyone by now knew that Barack Obama had a historic win over John McCain as the first black American president.

But I’m also sure that not everyone knew about the recent Formula One’s (F1) event, which despite being the last race for this season was nevertheless among the exciting. This race in Brazil had me and wifey sacrifice precious sleep by waking before 1 AM for the live feed on TV and just in time to see the race start after a brief downpour that added the element of excitement – as if the close match between Ferrari and McClaren isn’t enough.

Eventually, and over me and wifey’s frustration – obviously we’re Ferrari fans, Lewis Hamilton grabbed the 2008 driver’s championship title by one point (thanks to Timo Glock or Toyota) over Felipe Massa. And this one is another historic race in F1 as Hamilton being the first black driver to attain the most coveted title in auto racing.

I now wonder, if Michael Jackson’s changing color? My bad, can’t help it. She said anyway that “It don’t [sic] matter if you’re black or white…” Ti abi.

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Erratum: My editor-in-chief (that’s my wife) said I can’t have a mood rating of 10/10 Honks and be happy – although I argued that the more I honk at other drivers the more I’m pleased. Anyway, to avoid further discussion, I’m now changing it – 1/10 is the highest. 10/10 is the grouchiest. *LOL*

Mood: 3/10 Honks!

Halloween Weekend

 

 

San Vicente, Batangas. We’ve been here since yesterday to spend our Halloween weekend together with wifey’s family – my in-laws. So while the rest lazily settles in front of the TV and watch the movie Robots on DVD, I’m thinking of testing their newly installed internet connection and try to post a blog for the very first time from here.

 

One of the my blog rules dictates that I should not write anything that hundreds or even thousands other bloggers (and even professional writers) will for sure write due to its current popularity or just for the sake of doing so.

 

But then again, there is always an exemption to this rule and one of which that cannot be avoided is Halloween – whether I like it or not. It’s the time of the year that when the grinning plastic (or real) pumpkins, skeletons and scary costumes come out, it’s my cue to panic and think about what gift I should be giving to my wife. Because this is actually when wifey celebrates her birthday – whether she likes it or not, too.

 

It’s a good thing that this year is a lot more different than last year. Back then, wifey and I had to go to Batangas separately because I was still busy at work; we also had no car yet after selling our old Kia Pride; traffic was worse then and I remember arriving by lunch time after leaving work at around 8am – the last two hours of which was spent from Turbina to San Vicente.

 

This year is a lot better. (Though I miss covering the hundreds of microprocessor chips before a cold shutdown. You’ll know what I mean.)

 

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While on our way to Batangas yesterday and while driving at crawl pace in the middle of the South Luzon Expressway (SLEX), I honked at another drive when he tried to get into my lane without signaling his intention to do so. My wife commented, “Aba, that’s the first honk for today!” I was laughing hard after realizing that she’s actually taking notes of it. Then she added, “I’ve actually started measuring your mood by the number of honks you make.” Ti abi.

 

That short exchange on my driving habit, made me smile. I’m now thinking if it would be a good idea to indicate my mood using “honk” score – 1 being the lowest and 10 being the highest. Not bad huh?!. Thanks wifey for giving me the idea. Oh by the way, happy 32nd birthday again.

 

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Not to be outdone by others who have given their own scary ghost stories, video captures and even trick or treat experience, I might as well post my own. This one though isn’t fabricated in anyway. This one is real and I captured it on the exact Halloween date – October 31, when I was at the parking lot of SM Dasmarinas just minutes before sunset.

 

I was having our car seat cover replaced with fake (which others will call faux just to make it sound a not so cheap) leather and decided that it would be a good idea to take pictures of it to show how it will be done and to see the improvement right after. After I got my camera from the trunk and aimed it towards the workers I saw what appears to be a couple of ghostly figures inside the car after the pictures came out of the LCD screen. Scroll down to see the pictures….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

*LOL* Gotcha. Those are Ace Hardware employees in their Halloween costumes. Kudos to these guys. Waiting for the leather seat to be installed wasn’t boring at all.

 

 

Mood: 5/10 Honks!

 

 

 

 

 

Calvin and Hobbes

Lately, the news I read from the Sunday edition of The Philippine Star have been so full of negative items that I’d wonder why I’m still addicted to buying it regularly. It may have something to do with my recent obsession to write (i.e., blogs) more that I made it already a habit to read, read, and read no matter how unpleasant the news is. And for me, Sunday is just the perfect time to do just that.

More often than not, when I feel like I’m getting frustrated or depressed by what I’m reading I immediately scan the newspaper section with just one goal in mind – search for the comics section. And every time I see it I’d lazily spend time reading every strip and shut my mind away from the senseless current events. I would even sometimes think that the comics section has more depth in it rather than what they put in the headlines. Ti abi.

Among the comics I’d always read is Calvin and Hobbes. Reading it always fascinates me and it always put a smile on my face whenever I read Calvin’s role playing games or daydreams. I actually don’t know how I got to relate myself to it but most of the times I think that his imagination, frustrations and alibis appear to be the toddler equivalent of mine. I also like how he interacts with Hobbes who in his own world appears as a living individual but in fact is only a tiger stuffed toy. (Isn’t that schizophrenia, by the way?)

Oct 26 Philstar C&H strip.

Oct 26 Philstar C&H strip.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I wasnt drawn towards the title, but I think its a bit symbolic.

I wasn't drawn towards the title, but I think it's a bit symbolic.

My fascination with this creation by Bill Waterson somehow stuck into my mind like some sublime Rock ‘n Roll message that allegedly dictates an act to its listeners. Proof of this came apparent when I passed by a book fair stall in our company. I was passing time and aimlessly looking at the books when I noticed a familiar cover just almost out of my periphery – it was a Calvin and Hobbes book. It’s a bit old but I got interested in it anyway. And just after a couple of minutes browsing its pages, I was like a credit-card-happy-wife; I bought the book (There’s Treasure Everywhere) on impulse and went away smiling as if I just made a killing from an auction.

And so tonight, it looks like CSI: NY may have to step aside. And maybe I’d try reading the book with Hobbes.

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Well, since I’m now talking about the Philippine Star’s recent irritating content (I’m wondering though if they do anything about it but report), this Sunday’s edition has actually a lot of interesting stuff that I can’t help but re-read it on Monday and re-read it again today. Here are some of those worth sharing – both good and bad. Of course let’s start with the good news.

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A Story from Francis J. Kong’s article, Feeling of Fear:

During Napoleon’s invasion of Russia he was accidentally separated from his men. A group of Russina Cossacks spotted him and began chasing him. Napoleon ran for his life and slipped into a little furrier’s shop on as side alley. Gasping for breath, he saw the furrier and asked the man where he can hide. The furrier pointed him to a pile of furs in one corner. Napoleon immediately crawled into it and the man covered him with more furs.

No sooner had he finished when the Russian Cossacks burst in the door, shouting “Where is he? We saw him come in.” They tore his shop apart, poked the pile with their swords but didn’t find him. Soon, they gave up and left.

Later Napoleon crept out from under the furs, unharmed, just as Napoleon’s personal guards came in the door. The furrier turned to Napoleon and said timidly, “Excuse me for asking this question of such a great man, but what was it like to be under those furs, knowing that the next moment surely be your last?”

Napoleon drew himself up to his full height appearing insulted and angry. “Guards, take this imprudent man out, blindfold him and execute him. I, myself, will personally give the command to fire!” he ordered.

The guards grabbed the poor furrier, dragged him outside, stood him up against a wall and blindfolded him. The furrier could see nothing, but he could hear the movements of the guards as they slowly shuffled into a line and prepared their rifles, and he could hear the soft ruffling sound of his clothing in the cold wind. He could feel the wind tugging gently at his clothes and chilling his cheeks, and the uncontrollable trembling in his legs. Then he heard Napoleon clear his throat and call out slowly, “Ready…aim…” In that moment, he entertained a feeling that he couldn’t describe welled up in him as tears poured down his cheeks.

After a long period of silence, the furrier heard footsteps approaching him and the blindfold was stripped from his eyes. Still partially blinded by the sudden sunlight, he saw Napoleon’s eyes looking deeply and intently into his own. Then Napoleon said softly, “Now you know.”

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And here are some interesting tidbits:

*A bust of our national hero – Jose Rizal in case you forgot – is on a shrine somewhere in Juneau, Alaska. It was built in honor of the contributions of Filipinos in that community who in 1904 assisted in the installation of the first telegraph cable linking Juneau and Seattle. (From: What I saw in Sarah Palin’s neighborhood by Julie Cabatit-Alegre)

*Richard Gomez is now writing an article (this must be the first as far as I’m concerned) about photography. (From: What makes me click by Richard Gomez)

Yes, they do make grammar mistakes.

Yes, they do make grammar mistakes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Frankly speaking, he’s got good shots but sadly, this article had a bit of grammatical error. And          knowing Lucy Torres as one prolific writer, she must have blurted out some curse in embarrassment after reading that. I’m quite sure though this is just an editorial fault.

*From Movie sets of evil, its author Scott R. Garceu, made a good article on instances (or coincidences) when actors and actresses of horror movies got into actual terrifying, if not deadly, incidents in their lives after shooting the film. Some that captured my attention are the cases of Bruce Lee, Jr. and Heath Ledger who both died even before their respective movies were finished. I guess it must have something to do with bad make ups? Hmmm.

Lastly, here is some of the bad news (pun intended):

*It’s been a number of weeks already that I’m trying hard to appreciate the articles of Joey de Leon. I know that he’s an artist – song writer, singer, painter, etc – like Jim Paredes. I’m therefore been expecting to read something worthwhile in his Me, Starzan column. I hate to say this, but it seems like I’m starting to see another Juliana Palermo – who sadly, wasn’t able to match her perfect curves with her writing style. I think it’s about time the editorial staff of Star convene and purge more sense from Mr. Joey de Leon. His recent article “Starzan Punta Ilog, Hugas Itlog!” isn’t just appropriate for Philstar’s niche.

*Whoever wrote “Baby can you drive my car?” – which unfortunately made it to Starweek’s front page – must have been cramming to get one good article that however good or catchy the title is, it failed to expound on the topic. And besides, I find the cover photo confusing versus the title. It shows two motorcycle riders with a background of a more motorcycles. I’m starting to suspect there’s trouble brewing among the editorial staff.

Playing With God

I was born with a very pious mother and I can very well remember how much we’ve been taught about religion. And as I’ve mentioned before, I was in a catholic school from elementary grade to high school. Praying had been a part and a way of life for us. So from my mother at home to the nuns and brothers at school, the reminder “Thou shall not use God’s name in vain” echoed.

It may sound blasphemous to most devote catholic but I think that always considering God as a very serious god could sometimes ruin our relationship with him. How many times have we heard and seen people (including our self) get so upset with what has happened and immediately points the blame to God. Most get so uptight in situations– no matter how minor – wherein we feel that God is testing us if we can maintain a resolute faith despite facing a trial at some point of our lives.

But have we really ever wondered if God tried playing with us? Yes, just like having a known strict parent who for no reason at all grabs one of your toys and just try to be really playful with you. Well, I do really wonder right now.

It all started yesterday; when by the afternoon I decided to wash our car when I saw that chances of having rain is already nil. I did the washing in a very diligent manner and I wiped the car dry just short of getting it polished and shined. I was tired and sweaty when I finished the whole thing and was so proud of what I have just accomplished. Unknown to me, just an hour after, rain poured hard like a bad joke coming from the heavens.

After a couple of seconds of being offended, I ended smiling. Why? Because I had this funny imagination that God must have been staring down at me and was observing me the whole time I was washing the car. I feel like he was trying to have some light moments with me to break the series of serious yet silent “discussions” with him for the past several days already.

That short and witty moment got me thinking until I went to sleep late that night. It added another “What if God….” questions in my mind. It opened a new perspective of how God can communicate to us. I think that sometimes it may help a lot if we view God in a different aspect from what we’ve been taught about him. Sometimes to make his presence known to us, he sets aside (maybe) being serious. And sometimes we need to consider that he may be trying to reach out to us in a lighter way. This way, it lightens the burden we experiences and through this, we communicate to him more candidly and it creates a more effective way of discussion – in the form of prayer, of course.

The questions now linger. What if God wants to play with us? How do we deal with it? Will our short temper flare? What if a divine clean joke may be what we need to improve our relationship with the one we’ve always known as God? Are you game?

 

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I got a forwarded email from one friend today and required me to forward it to 10 persons. Guess what it is? If you answered spam, give yourself a pat at the back. It reminded me of my Chain Game blog.

 

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The frequently used words for me lately are God, jobs, baby, food, money and yes, also “words”. So I’m once again amused to find out when I saw that Monday’s AWAD (A.Word.A.Day) had this:

epeolatry – noun: (ep-i-OL-uh-tree) The worship of words.

I’m imagining someone kneeling in front of the word, WORD. Now that’s just weird. But weirder is Tuesday’s AWAD entry:

univocalic – noun: (yoo-niv-uh-KAL-ik) A piece of writing that uses only one of the vowels.
adjective: Using only one vowel.

And also included in that daily mail is this: “CONTEST: Imagine you are a headline writer for a newspaper back in the days when metal type was used. You have run out of all but one of the vowels in the large type size that is used for the headline. What univocalic can you come up with? Email your univocalic news headlines (real or made-up) to (words at wordsmith.org).
Selected entries will be featured in the weekly compilation AWADmail and the best entry will win an autographed copy of my latest book DORD. Deadline is Friday Oct 17

I was so eager to try my hands on this contest and I was surprised how easy it can get. Here are some of my own headline creations for each vowel:

A.

Man And Angst = War.

E.

Sheep Herd Entered Cells. Press’ News Went Berserk.

I.

City Inn Hid Tiny Mic. Irks Indy Kid.

O.

Moon Got Odd. Only Old Owls Hoot.

U.

Gypsy’s Hut Shuts. Urn Put Up.

Oh, before I forget. I sent one of the made-up headlines above. I want that DORD book. So please make your own headline in case you want it too. Do not copy.

There’s a Word for It

Words don’t come easy

I’ve been one of the subscribers of wordsmith.org and last week’s theme has been quite interesting. Last week is about words that surprisingly refer to something you thought never existed. The words are so new that even MS Word 2007 does not recognize it; hence the red crooked line underneath it when typed. Here’s a couple:

hypergelast – noun: (hy-PUHR-ji-last) One who laughs excessively (like me?)

skeuomorph – noun: (SKYOO-uh-morf) A design feature copied from a similar artifact in another material, even when not functionally necessary. For example, the click sound of a shutter in an analog camera that is now reproduced in a digital camera by playing a sound clip.

serein – noun: (suh-RAN [the second syllable is nasal]) Fine rain falling from an apparently cloudless sky, typically observed after sunset.

This week’s theme is getting more interesting – Words about words, it’s like work about work, which reminds me…

Working for the unemployed

I learned some time last week that there are actually jobs that cater to the unemployed or soon-to-be unemployed. Now how cool is that job especially now that the U.S. economy is on a rapid decline. And out of my wild thoughts, I came up with some other jobs that may thrive during this economic slump:

1. Psychologists (or shrink) that help people recover from one career transition to another.

2. Lawyers who assist to employees’ case.

3. Plastic products manufacturer. They cater from cling wraps, bubble packs and other packing materials to safe keep machineries in warehouses. I believe they also make hard hats.

4. Paper manufacturers. Do termination papers and envelopes sound familiar? Yes they make those.

5. Paracetamol manufacturers. These days to come will surely be headache days.

6. Bloggers. I rest my case.

7. Hobby and Sports shops. With some severance pays coming in just like winning lotto, flocks of new-unemployed person will come in throngs to check what’s for them to kill time while on a job hunt. Hmmm…I think I need new badminton rackets this time…

Last Smashing Tournament

“Smashing”, huh!?…At least I’d like to believe so but it wasn’t the case though.

Also last week, we joined what seems to be the last badminton tournament for our company. No wonder most were smashing their way to victory. It was like seeing pent up energies turned into the form of whipping racket hits. Although I had my own reserved energies supposedly to be unleashed during the game, my partner and I fell short of expectations and got smashed instead.

We’ve been playing for quite some time but not as partners in men’s doubles game and to mention that we’re placed in level B (reasons, reasons). Additionally, I paid the price for my 3-week layoff from badminton. We just did not have the chemistry; we did not have the play; and we got in the zone too late to win a game. But don’t get me wrong, as surprisingly we enjoyed the later part of the matches despite losing twice in a row. Next time we will do better. We promised to play under the “BUM” team. Is 365 days of practice, enough?

The next day of the tournament was better. My partner played again, this time in mixed doubles game. They played well enough that they scored a couple of points higher than the other team by the middle of the first game. Unfortunately, the game pressure took its toll and both committed more errors as the game progressed. The other team eventually won. Good thing that the second game was another story. They soon found their coordination and that made them win it. Not bad. After all, I was their self-proclaimed coach. Hahaha.

 

Level A flight?

Level A flight? My colleagues in action.

Insider badminton player.
“Insider” badminton player.

Postscript:

Got the wordsmith.org subscription through our company’s former Toastmaster’s Club – sadly I wasn’t able to join one session. Lastly, I read somewhere that in order to get more blog traffic, it should come with good pics. Now, I’m thinking if I need a new racket or new camera? Hahahaha.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Itsy Bitsy Sunday

No I’m not having a compressed hour Sunday, but rather than dwelling only on one point of interest my mind disagrees with it. There are just so much things going on inside my head right now that I think it’s a good idea to post a mixture of topics to cater to a broader aspect of my thinking brain (glad it’s still working).

So before I dig into the fridge and search what’s for lunch, here are today’s tidbits:

Short term and long term plans

As I’m finally counting down to the inevitable “bumhood”, I now have the following plans:

Short term:

1.Prep up the sofa for employment hiatus.
2. Polish the remotes (TV,audio,aircon).
3. Upgrade the PC.
4. Blog, blog, and blog more (and try to earn from it in the process).

Long term:
1. Learn, learn, and learn how to raise a kid.
2. Fix the leak in the roof.
3. Find a job.

Writer’s cramp?
While reading my usual newspaper – The Philippine Star – I can’t help but notice that Francis J. Kong and Bum D. Tenorio, Jr. just posted email clippings for most of their articles. These two are among Philstar’s writers whom I read most of their articles and sometimes it fascinates (or irritates) me to see them cut and paste forwarded emails and get paid for it. It’s a good thing I still enjoyed reading both of their articles today.

Philippine F1, anyone?

The recent F1 Singapore – F1’s first night race – seemed to shut (just a wild thought: if alumini is plural for alumnus, is shut a singular of…) my hopes for the Philippines to get significant publicity (good) over our Asian neighbors. I can’t help but wonder will I ever be truly proud to be a Filipino?

Well, I’d like to help raise this bid for us to conquer the F1 scene. I’m thinking, why not have the first real live F1 street race in the Philippines. This time there will be no modification on the roads or clearing up of vehicles in the streets. I can just imagine how these F1 cars will perform over our buses, jeepneys, some mad motorcycle drivers and our suicidal jaywalkers.

Paging the FIA. Interested? Oh by the way, no more G.H. Mumm ceremony, let’s propose using our San Miguel Grande beers to be sprayed while we’re at it.

Misery loves company

Often times I’d wonder who else got problems. So today, I tried to look for others who might have some problems other than me. So here are some of the people and their problems they’re facing right now.

  1. George Bush – America’s economy. If this doesn’t make one stutter, what will?
  2. Benjie de Lara – a 6-year-old boy with a fourth stage cancer. Want to help? Contact his mother Elenita at 09293289591 or donate thru the Star’s Operation Damayan. Call 527-7901 and look for Millet Dioso.
  3. Filipino veterans – they’re not getting their pension. I assume that one American congressman’s grandfather might have been in hand to hand combat with a Filipino during the Filipino-American war.
  4. Philippine Senator Manny Villar – double funding for a C5 project. So what’s new? I think he can handle that.
  5. Chinese milk manufacturers – does Melamine rings a bell? And count me in as one of those angry at this SNAFU. Now I’d have to think twice before I eat my favorite White Rabbit candy. At least the female cows in China are free from breast suction gadgets at least for the mean time. The male cows I know are smiling broadly. Mooooo…
  6. Fat bellied policemen – the new PNP chief Jesus Versoza is out to revive fitness consciousness to these “pugad baboy” characters. Any tremors on the next few weeks won’t come from below. Its origin will most likely be from PNP camps around the nation.
  7. Philippine Olympians – most of the officials are staying put especially Aventajado who is running for another term as the Philippine Olympic Committee’s chairman. Where was he when our athletes went down on bended knees during the recent Beijing Olympics? I bet Aventajado was beside the Chinese team during the awarding thinking that these are our tsinoy delegates. Hayyy…can’t help but rant.
  8. Jessica Zafra – her computer (laptop) keyboard is filled with cat fur. I’d like this to be my problem.
  9. Tanya T. Lara – sunburn while in Manhattan. Let this one also be mine.
  10. Obama and McCain – waiting game for the U.S. presidential seat.
  11. Kimi Raikkonen – hated the rain. Hated the night race. My wife still likes him though – is this a sign that I should block all Kimi tags and searches in our computer? Damn, she’s got her own laptop.
  12. Tingting Cojuangco – freaking out over wrinkles and Alzheimer’s. To each his (or her) own, they say.
  13. Lucy Torres-Gomez – misses having dates with Richard Gomez. hmmmm…
  14. Hagar – Helga
  15. Archie – between Veronica and Betty
  16. Mr. Wilson – Dennis the Menace

Hey, I must have skipped the other sections and got stuck in the Philstar’s comic section – the last 3 people I posted with problems are comic characters. Sorry about that. Time to have lunch, I guess.