ika nga ni William James..
"He who refuses to embrace a unique opportunity loses the prize as surely as if he had failed."
Sentimental musings of a lone wolf..
"He who refuses to embrace a unique opportunity loses the prize as surely as if he had failed."
gandang umaga ulit sa lahat. wala pa ring bago nasa karaniwang panahon pa rin tayo. wala pa namang malaking sakunang nangyayari. wala pa ring pinagbago ang mga balita. kaninang umaga napansin ko aba iba na naman ang design ng Jell Transit (bus), kagaya ng Mafel at Gasat Express. mabuti naman at bago na at hindi na mga bulok ang mga bus sa EDSA. one time kasi nung night shift pa ako at pauwi na nang umaga nakasakay ako sa bus na sira sira ang upuan at labas na ang styro. halatang pabaya at walang balak ayusin. sa totoo lang kung pagsakay sa bus ang paguusapan. mapili talaga ako, umaabot ng isang oras bago ako makasakay. kasi nga ayoko ng masikip, gusto ko kahoy ang likuran at hindi plastic at yung tipong titigil sa harap ko at hindi na kelangan pang habulin. mga sinasakyan ko lang na mga bus ngayon eh ung Jell, Renan, Gasat at Mafel kasi ok yung mga bus nila. ewan ko ba naiinis talaga ako sa sarili ko bakit ganun ang paguugali ko. na trauma na siguro sa pagtayo, mga sira-sirang upuan. hehe!
sorry kung walang updates sa blog ko. medyo tinatamad ako gumawa ng new post. hindi ako inspired. hehe. wala namang bago sa akin, sa ibang tao, sa mundo. umiikot pa rin naman ang Earth. lol. kanina basang-basa ang sapatos at pants ko pagpasok sa office. malakas kasi ang ulan at male-late naman ako kung hindi pa ako papasok. ayun, dito na ako nagpatuyo ng sapatos at pants. yung ep. 202 ng Naruto what a waste. compilations lang ng top most voted 5 fight scenes by the fans. kelan ba matatapos ang fillers na yan. asar. mamaya uuwi na ako at mahabang pahinga (3 days, wala kasi akong OT this weekends). have a great day na lang sa iba.
"Blindfolded and walking alone. That's what most of us feel. In a lifetime, full of major risks and decisions; it might seem safer to remain stagnant. But isn't it more fulfilling if despite the fear of falling from a cliff and bruised knees, steps were taken? In the end, losing and mistakes won't count. What matters most is the person we turned out to be. Not naive, but wise and beautifully molded by experiences."
hindi ko na kelangan i-kwento pa sa inyo dahil malamang eh naranasan nyo rin ang bagsik ng bagyong Milenyo na nagdulot ng delubyo sa kalakhang Maynila. kahit wala kami sa Metro Manila eh ramdam naman ang kanyang bagsik. nagbagsakan mga puno at poste sa lugar namin na nagdulot ng perwisyong brownout na tumagal ng 2 araw sa aming lugar (sabado ng umaga na nakabalik ang kuryente sa aming lugar, buti na lang at nasa central/east area kami at hindi south na last priority ng Meralco). sayang din ang 1 araw na hindi ko ipinasok, pero pasalamat ako hindi ako isa sa mga na stranded sa work (huwebes ng umaga na kasi ako nakauwi at bandang tanghali dumaan ang bagyo..)
waa.. mag-isa lang ako ngayon sa office! wala akong kasama dito. punta naman kayo. joke! kanina inaantay ko pa si chun-yang na pumasok, 10pm na bakit wala pa siya. Pagkatingin ko sa cell ko, may nag text galing sa kanya, hindi daw sya makakapasok. amp. naman. nakakainis. ganito pala pakiramdam ng nag-iisa. huhu. pero honestly nakakalungkot pala ang mag-isa. lagi akong nagtatapang-tapangan na "kaya ko naman mabuhay nang mag-isa" i mean not the thing na bubukod na ako sa amin. emotionally speaking, mahirap pala. nung elementary hanggang college nasanay ako na andyan lagi ang mga ka-berks ko, sa kulitan, sa saya, sa lungkot, sa pagiging pasaway, sa mga lakad. Ngayon mag-isa na lang ako naglalakad. Nami-miss ko na talaga ang mga panahon na iyon. Oo nga may mga ka office mate ka, pero iba naman talaga ang mga kabarkada kesa dito, hindi ganun kalalim ang ugnayan ng magkaka-office mate.
kumusta! ako inaantay ko lang mag alas-5 ng umaga. grabe na ito. 24 hours na akong gising. wala naman kasing gagawin sa bahay. kaya naisip ko na mag OT na lang. sayang din iyon! whole Sunday (samantalang ang iba eh.. gumigimik or nagpapahinga sa bahay) then at night (regular work naman). iba talaga epekto pag pang-gabi manghihina ang katawan mo. siguro wala lang akong exercise kaya ganun. kung hindi pa ako umiinom ng vitamins, anu na kaya ang mangyayari sa akin. ayoko pa mag pang umaga. kahit pa sabihing walang social life pag pang-gabi. tahimik naman. medyo inaantok na ako ngayon. baka makatulog ako sa bus mamaya. wag naman sana. magandang umaga ulit sa lahat.
habang dinudungaw ko sa sinasakyan kong dyip ang kapaligiran; mabuti at maganda ang panahon ngayon, kagabi kasi eh medyo maulan. ngayon lang nga ako umalis sa amin ng umaga. usually gabi ang alis ko at umaga ang uwi. wala na talaga akong social life pag gabi. puro multo at mga butiki na lang makakausap ko sa office. hehe. wala lang. sa ngayon 24 hours ako ngayon sa office. kawawa naman ako. OT sa umaga at regular work naman sa gabi. kakayanin ko na lang at iidlip ng sandali.
it's friday again, finally makakapag pahinga na ako. kaunting tulog lang then me pupuntahan naman. raraket na naman ako ng ibang business para kumita. kahapon muntik na akong lagnatin dahil nagpaulan ako. buti na lang naagapan ng gamot. inaantay ko ngayon ang open beta launch ng piratekingonline.com - bagong mmorpg na naman na parang trickster. wala lang. since im a one piece fan. i would like to give it a try.
The army commander Gen Sonthi Boonyarataglin staged a coup d'etat Tuesday evening (Thailand time) and ousted the government of Prime Minister Thaksin Shinawatra. The coup, which is Thailand's first in fifteen years, followed a lengthy political crisis involving Thaksin and political opponents, occurring less than a month before elections were scheduled to be held, on October 15. The military junta cancelled the upcoming elections, abrogated the Constitution, dissolved Parliament, banned political protests, declared martial law, arrested Cabinet members, and blacked out all local and international news broadcasts in Thailand. No casualties have been reported.
tuwing darating na lang ang araw ng sweldo, iba't ibang emosyon nararanas ko. masaya dahil syempre pera yan eh, anu pa ba ang nagmo-motivate sa isang tao para mag trabaho kundi para kumita. then at the same time, buntong hininga naman kasi dadaan lang sa kamay mo ang pinaghirapan mo. daming gastos sa bahay. sa ngayon kasi ako lang nag may trabaho sa amin. si papa nag resign sa trabaho kasi maliit lang ang sweldo, balak nga nya mag abroad ulit; yung isa ko namang kapatid eh kakapasok lang din sa trabaho nya (contractual..), kaya ayun.. pasan ko ang daigdig.. sa totoo lang parang na ngang "border" ang tingin ko sa sarili ko sa amin. paano kasi pati yung mga pagkain sa tindahan kahit sa amin.. aba kelangan bilin ko pa. lupit talaga.. hehe! kakain, papasok, uuwi, matutulog at papasok ulit. typical routine ng isang border. nde na nga ako nakakaipon ng pera. me gusto akong bilin nde ko mabili. naasar talaga ako. pero anu magagawa ko. mas importante ang pamilya kesa sa ibang bagay.
just want to share yung forwarded message na ito, alam ko iba sa atin or tayo mismo makaka-relate dito.. sobrang bilis ng panahon, sobrang busy rin natin. hindi na natin namamalayan may mga nalagpasan na pala tayo or nakalimutan..
hindi mahilig magkwento sina mama at papa kung ano ang buhay nila dati (mga 60-70's), nabubuksan lang ito kung pinapagalitan nya kami, hehe! pasaway kasi kaming magkakapatid lalo na ang 2 bata. syempre iba ang buhay dati kaysa ngayon. hindi naman mayaman ang angkan nilang dalawa. alam nyo naman ang buhay sa probinsya.. may lupa ka nga kapos naman sa pera! kaya ang iba eh napipilitan nga na pumunta sa Maynila.. na ang akala nila eh instant yaman agad pagdating mo.
Filipinos are brown. Their color is at the center of human racial strains.
This point is not an attempt at racism, but just for many Filipinos to realize that our color should not be a source of or reason for an inferiority complex. While we pine for a fair complexion, white people are religiously tanning themselves, under the sun or artificial light, to approximate the Filipino complexion.
Filipinos are a touching people. We have lots of love and are not afraid to show it. We almost inevitably create human chains with our perennial akbay (putting an arm around another's shoulder), hawak (hold), yakap (embrace), himas (caressing stroke), kalabit (touching with the tip of the finger), kalong (sitting on someone else's lap), etc. We are always reaching out, always seeking interconnection. Filipinos are linguists. Put a Filipino in any city, any town around the world. Give him a few months or even weeks and he will speak the local language there. Filipinos are adept at learning and speaking languages. In fact, it is not uncommon for Filipinos to speak at least three: his own local dialect, Filipino, and English. Of course, a lot speak an added language, be it Chinese, Spanish or, if he works abroad, the language of his host country.
In addition, Tagalog is not 'sexist.' While many "conscious" and "enlightened" people of today are just by now striving to be "politically correct" with their language and, in the process, bend to absurd depths in coining "gender sensitive" words, Tagalog has, since time immemorial, evolved gender-neutral words like asawa (husband or wife), anak (son or daughter), magulang (father or mother), kapatid (brother or sister), biyenan (father-in-law or mother-in-law), manugang (son or daughter-in-law), bayani (hero or heroine), etc. Our languages and dialects are advanced and, indeed, sophisticated! It is no sm all wonder that Jose Rizal, the quintessential Filipino, spoke some twenty-two languages! Filipinos are groupists. We love human interaction and company. We always surround ourselves with people and we hover over them, too. According to Dr. Patricia Licuanan, a psychologist from Ateneo and Miriam College, an average Filipino would have and know at least 300 relatives.
At work, we live bayanihan (mutual help); at play, we want a kalaro (playmate) more than laruan (toy). At socials, our invitations are open and it is more common even for guests to invite and bring in other guests. In transit, we do not want to be separated from our group. So what do we do when there is no more space in a vehicle? Kalung-kalong! (Sitting on one another). No one would ever suggest splitting a group and wait for another vehicle with more space! Filipinos are weavers. One look at our baskets, mats, clothes, and other crafts will reveal the skill of the Filipino weaver and his inclination to weaving. This art is a metaphor of the Filipino trait. We are social weavers. We weave theirs into ours that we all become parts of one another. We place a lot of premium on pakikisama (getting along) and pakikipagkapwa (relating). Two of the worst labels, walang pakikipagkapwa (inability to relate), will be avoided by the Filipino at almost any cost.
We love to blend and harmonize with people, we like to include them in our "tribe," our "family"- and we like to be included in other people's families, too. Therefore we call our friend's mother nanay or mommy; we call a friend's sister ate (eldest sister), and so on. We even call strangers tia/tita (aunt) or tio/tito (uncle), tatang (grandfather), etc. So extensive is our social openness and interrelations that we have specific title for extended relations like hipag (sister-in-law's spouse), balae (child-in-law's parents), inaanak (godchild), ninong/ninang (godparents) kinakapatid (godparent's child), etc.
In addition, we have the profound 'ka' institution, loosely translated as "equal to the same kind" as in kasama (of the same company), kaisa (of the same cause), kapanalig (of the same belief), etc. In our social fiber, we treat other people as co-equals. Filipinos, because of their social "weaving" traditions, make for excellent team workers. Filipinos are adventurers. We have a tradition of separation. Our myths and legends speak of heroes and heroines who almost always get separated from their families and loved ones and are taken by circumstances to far-away lands where they find wealth or power.
Our Spanish colonial history is filled with separations caused by the reduccion (hamleting), and the forced migration to build towns, churches, fortresses or galleons. American occupation enlarged the space of Filipino wandering, including America, and there is documented evidence of Filipino presence in America as far back as 1587. Now, Filipinos compose the world's largest population of overseas workers, populating and sometimes "threshing" major capitals, minor towns and even remote villages around the world. Filipino adventurism has made us today's citizens of the world, bringing the bagoong (salty shrimp paste), pansit (sautéed noodles), siopao (meat-filled dough), kare-kare (peanut-flavored dish), dinuguan (innards cooked in pork blood), balut (unhatched duck egg), and adobo (meat vi naigrette), including the tabo (ladle) and tsinelas (slippers) all over the world.
Filipinos are excellent at adjustments and improvisation, managing to recreate their home, or to feel at home anywhere. Filipinos have Pakiramdam (deep feeling/discernment) . We know how to feel what others feel, sometimes even anticipate what they will feel. Being manhid (dense) is one of the worst labels anyone could get and will therefore, avoid at all cost. We know when a guest is hungry though the insistence on being full is assured. We can tell if people are lovers even if they are miles apart. We know if a person is offended though he may purposely smile. We know becau se we feel. In our pakikipagkapwa (relating), we get not only to wear another man's shoe but also his heart. We have a superbly developed and honored gift of discernment, making us excellent leaders, counselors, and go-betweens.
Filipinos are very spiritual. We are transcendent. We transcend the physical world, see the unseen and hear the unheard. We have a deep sense of kaba (premonition) and kutob (hunch). A Filipino wife will instinctively feel her husband or child is going astray, whether or not telltale signs present themselves. Filipino spirituality makes him invoke divine presence or intervention at nearly every bend of his journey. Rightly or wrongly, Filipinos are almost always acknowledging, invoking or driving away spirits into and from their lives. Seemingly trivial or even incoherent events can take on spiritual significance and will be given such space or consideration. The Filipino has a sophisticated, developed pakiramdam. The Filipino, though becoming more and more modern (hence, materialistic) is still very spiritual in essence. This inherent and deep spirituality makes the Filipino, once correctly Christianized, a major exponent of the faith.
Filipinos are timeless. Despite the nearly half-a-millennium encroachment of the western clock into our lives, Filipinos-unless on very formal or official functions-still measure time not with hours and minutes but with feeling. This style is ingrained deep in our psyche. Our time is diffused, not framed. Our appointments are defined by umaga (morning), tanghali (noon ), hapon (afternoon), or gabi (evening). Our most exact time reference is probably katanghaliang-tapat (high noon), which still allows many minutes of leeway. That is how Filipino trysts and occasions are timed: there is really no definite time. A Filipino event has no clear-cut beginning nor ending. We have a fiesta , but there is visperas (eve), a day after the fiesta is still considered a good time to visit. The Filipino Christmas is not confined to December 25th; it somehow begins months before December and extends up to the first days of January.
Filipinos say good-bye to guests first at the head of the stairs, then down to the descanso (landing), to the entresuelo (mezzanine), to the pintuan (doorway), to the trangkahan (gate), and if the departing persons are to take public transportation, up to the bus stop or bus station. In a way, other people's tardiness and extended stays can really be annoying, but this peculiarity is the same charm of Filipinos who, being governed by timelessness, can show how to find more time to be nice, kind, and accommodating than his prompt and exact brothers elsewhere. Filipinos are Spaceless. As in the concept of time, the Filipino concept of space is not numerical. We will not usually express expanse of space with miles or kilometers but with feelings in how we say malayo (far)or malapit (near).
Alongside with numberlessness, Filipino space is also boundless. Indigenous culture did not divide land into private lots but kept it open for all to partake of its abundance. The Filipino has avidly remained "spaceless" in many ways. The interior of the bahay-kubo (hut) can easily become receiving room, sleeping room, kitchen, dining room, chapel, wake parlor, etc. Depending on the time of the day or the needs of the moment. The same is true with the bahay na bato (stone house). Space just flows into the next space that the divisions between the sala, caida, comedor, or vilada may only be faintly suggested by overhead arches of filigree. In much the same way, Filipino concept of space can be so diffused that one 's party may creep into and actually expropriate the street! A family business like a sari-sari store or talyer may extend to the sidewalk and street. Provincial folks dry palayan (rice grain) on the highways! Religious groups of various persuasions habitually and matter-of-factly commandeer streets for processions and parades.
It is not uncommon to close a street to accommodate private functions, Filipinos eat. sleep, chat, socialize, quarrel, even urinate, or nearly everywhere or just anywhere! "Spacelessness," in the face of modern, especially urban life, can be unlawful and may really be counter-productive. On the other hand, Filipino spacelessness, when viewed from his context, is just another manifestation of his spiritually and communal values. Adapted well to today's context, which may mean unstoppable urbanization, Filipino spacelessness may even be the answer and counter balance to humanity's greed, selfishness and isolation.
So what makes the Filipino special? Brown, spiritual, timeless, spaceless, linguists, groupists, weavers, adventurers; seldom do all these profound qualities find personification in a people. Filipinos should allow - and should be allowed to contribute their special traits to the world-wide community of men- but first, they should know and like themselves.
kagabi pala yung special documentary ni Maria Ressa titled 9/11: The Philippine Connection. alam naman natin na isang terrorist expert itong si Madam Ressa, CNN: Jakarta bureau chief ata siya dati at may author ng book na Seeds of Terror. Maganda ang program, hindi ko na sasabihin pa ang mga detalye; pinapakita lang talaga nya na totoo ang banta ng terorismo sa mundo at kelangang puksain ang "ideolohiya" na iyan baka pa makapaminsala nang malaki sa buhay ng mga tao sa bawat bansa. pero teka anu ba nangyari sa aso at bigla na lang namatay. hindi ko naman nakitang nilason o nasa parang gas chamber ba sya?
habang sinusulat ko ang blog entry na ito eh nagpapatuyo pa ako ng pantalon at sapatos.. amp na buhay talaga yan oh.. maaga akong pumasok para sa overtime work ko kaninang mga 6.30pm, nakita ko nga si Yus at sinabi nyang aayusin daw ang net connection sa office (paputol putol kasi ang connection ng Internet sa office.. mga isang linggo na). akala naman namin eh sandali lang iyon at magaantay lang kami ng mga isang oras. Iyon pala eh 24 hours pa daw ang titingnan nila. huwat! bweset! up to 7.00am pa naman OT ko sana.. tumawag boss namin at sinabing umuwi na lang daw kami dahil medyo matatagalan pa nga daw. sayang lang talaga ang ipanasok ko, ang pamasahe ko at ang effort na pumunta kahit araw ng pahinga.
err.. kung napapansin nyo hindi kayo makapag comment sa blogs ko or vice versa, iyon po ay dahil lumipat na ako sa Blogger Beta just like the other bloggers. ma re-retain pa rin ang mga old post nyo, iyon nga lang.. google account na gagamitin nyo sa pag login dito. sige iyon lang. kita-kits!!
back to real world na naman ako ngayon, kung saan hindi nagkakatotoo mga nangyayari sa anime, almost 8 hours rin akong nakatulog buong Sunday. Hindi ko na nga napanood ang Inu-Yasha sinusubaybayan ko pa naman iyon. Mukhang naabot ko na ata ang satiation point ko sa net, na parang tinatamad na akong mag browse sa email, browser games etc. Imposible namang magbakasyon ka kasi napaka busy talaga, maski 1 day na pahinga, may work pa rin. Mahirap naman at alanganin mag abroad ngayon, kung sakali mang may balak ako, baka next year na lang. Malapit na kasi katapusan ng taon at parang alanganin, iyon ang tingin ko. Hirap talaga mabuhay sa mundong ito. Sabi ko nga kay mama tungkol sa abroad, "Ma, next year na lang ako mag-aabroad." Sabi naman ni mama, "Kahit hindi na, makakaraos din tayo sa kahirapan natin.. pero kung gusto mo talaga hindi kita pipilitin", buti naman at naiintindihan ni mama na ayoko ko pa mag abroad, ewan ko; nagdadalawang isip talaga ako. Kasi alin man ang piliin ko tiyak may masa-sacrifice talaga, you can't have the best of both worlds ika nga.
Nung Friday pagkasakay ko sa bus, pagdating sa Cubao may nakatabi akong magkaklase na napaka-daldal talaga.. ayoko pa naman ng maingay. Kahit sino na lang pinapansin nila, "tingnan mo iyong lalaking iyon, pa Penshoppe pang plastic bag eh ang baho naman ng kili-kili", sabi ng isa. Hindi ko na lang pinansin kasi baka nga.. haha.. then, nagkwento naman sa pinagaralan nila, "sa whole budget ng gobyerno 40% napupunta sa local, tapos hahatiin pa iyon sa 4, 20% sa baranggay, 25% sa munisipyo at probinsya at 30% sa lungsod" at least me natutunan ako kahit papano, malamang sa accountancy related ito. Maya maya pa "tingnan mo yung babae oh, siksik na. nabahuan pa ata sa katabi.." wala lang.. honga tama sila, pintas nang pintas ang dalawang ito, samantalang mas kadiri pa nga sila. Kasi habang kumakain sila ng Boy Bawang na cheese flavor, hindi man lang sinusupsop ang cheese sa kamay at basa pa ng laway nila, parang mga elementary. Hindi ko talaga alam ang gagawin ko pag pinahid pa nila sa damit ko yang nasa kamay nila. Baka magka-rambol sa bus. hehe!Teh Other side of [ Jin ] © 2008. Blog design by Lucian E. Marin — Converted by Randomness!