Es muy caliente.
Het is zeer heet.
Il fait très chaud.
Fa caldo molto.
Está muito quente.
(apologies for any lapse in translation, blame it on babelfish)
Monday, March 30, 2009
Summer
Es muy caliente.
Het is zeer heet.
Il fait très chaud.
Fa caldo molto.
Está muito quente.
(apologies for any lapse in translation, blame it on babelfish)
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
The Bachelor
I've heard about this reality show, but i haven't really watched it. This morning, i was able to watch an episode. I have no idea which season this is, and i don't even remember the Bachelor's name.
What really struck me is the fact that there are 3 young and very attractive women fighting over one guy, The Bachelor.
I know that they signed up to all these drama and possibilities of love, but i can't help but to think if they really imagined how it would affect them. Did they really expect not to get hurt, and maintain their detachment?
In that particular episode, all 3 women went on an overnight date with the bachelor. They all accepted his offer to stay with him overnight in the Fantasy Suite. This suite was given as a "gift" to the couple by the show's organizers. Now, it's not my business whatever they do inside that very romantic room (with jacuzzi, wine, candles, and rose petals), but i am guessing they did not play cards nor plucked each other's armpit hairs.
What the hell are the producers of the show thinking???
I am not one to judge based on morality nor ethics (as i am not a saint). But this is clearly condoning multiple partners (sexual or otherwise).
I thought that my disgust for the show would stop here. But the bachelor was made to choose 1 girl that he needed to let go. And this was done on the 4th day, after he dated all the 3 girls! I was thinking, you kissed these girls, and the following day, you're going to break up with one of them?! What the...!
At ito ang pamatay... during the day of the Rose Ceremony (he will give a rose to the 2 girls he chose), he finally chose the girl he would let go. After the announcement, he was given a chance to say his goodbye to the jilted girl. The girl was clearly upset, and even shed a lot of tears.
After she left in her limo (yes, folks, she got her heart broken in style), the bachelor returned to the garden, to meet the 2 remaining girls... with a big smile on his face! They gave him and his girls wine glasses and a bottle of red wine. They were happily laughing, hugging and making toasts. But what were they so happy about? Were they celebrating the other girl's broken heart? Were they thinking of having a three-some? Were the girls trying drown down their fear of being the next one to get her heart broken?
It is sick, i tell you! It makes me want to throw up!
I know that reality shows have taken a plunge into the realms of desperation, but this show, The Bachelor, is in the abyss of psychological disturbance.
As i turned off the tv, i felt a sense of sadness. I empathized with the sadness felt by the girl in the limo (hey, her feelings seemed real). But i was more sad... i was actually mourning, for the death of decency, creativity and intelligence of television as a medium of expression and communication.
Hayyy...
10:40pm
24 March 2009
Tuesday
Santiago City, Isabela
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Facebook: a phenomenon
I've always said this... I am amazed at how Facebook was able (and still is) connecting people.
Friends from way back have reconnected because of this platform. And don't believe it when they say that technology causes the decline in societal interaction. I think that Facebook does exactly the opposite. It enables people -- from the best of friends to your most casual acquaintance -- to exchange feelings, thoughts and emotions through the status message.
I noticed that FB contacts would shamelessly wear their heart out on their sleeves through that one small box in their Facebook wall.
Xxxx... is sure that love is all that matters (from a developmental worker who
always appears to be grim and determined)
Xxxx... feels stupid (from an elderly and respected woman/personality)
Xxxx... is senti (from a very successful no-nonsense businessman)
It never fails to put a smile on my face, every time I read these status messages. I think people take advantage of this perceived anonimity and detachment. When you write words in you FB wall, you are only accountable to yourself. You write to your heart's content without considering who reads it. And that is the novelty of Facebook. You seem to be only writing and communicating to yourself.
It asks you... "What are you doing right now?" And you answer. And what you write is most of the time your most personal thoughts, feelings and emotions. You write about the "here and now".
With FB, you connect with people... albeit unknowingly. And sometimes, this is the most personal connection there is... more than talking to another... talking to the self.
Who would have thought that Facebook is a good practice for introspection?
08:20 pm
Tuesday
17 March 2009
My status message:
Stuck in Sunny Villas, Fairview, QC
Friends from way back have reconnected because of this platform. And don't believe it when they say that technology causes the decline in societal interaction. I think that Facebook does exactly the opposite. It enables people -- from the best of friends to your most casual acquaintance -- to exchange feelings, thoughts and emotions through the status message.
I noticed that FB contacts would shamelessly wear their heart out on their sleeves through that one small box in their Facebook wall.
Xxxx... is sure that love is all that matters (from a developmental worker who
always appears to be grim and determined)
Xxxx... feels stupid (from an elderly and respected woman/personality)
Xxxx... is senti (from a very successful no-nonsense businessman)
It never fails to put a smile on my face, every time I read these status messages. I think people take advantage of this perceived anonimity and detachment. When you write words in you FB wall, you are only accountable to yourself. You write to your heart's content without considering who reads it. And that is the novelty of Facebook. You seem to be only writing and communicating to yourself.
It asks you... "What are you doing right now?" And you answer. And what you write is most of the time your most personal thoughts, feelings and emotions. You write about the "here and now".
With FB, you connect with people... albeit unknowingly. And sometimes, this is the most personal connection there is... more than talking to another... talking to the self.
Who would have thought that Facebook is a good practice for introspection?
08:20 pm
Tuesday
17 March 2009
My status message:
Stuck in Sunny Villas, Fairview, QC
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Diet
note:
Today, i wanted to write about so many things --
... about my first encounter with the Eraserheads
... about my love for short stories
... about my weight gain
... about shitty marriages and relationships
... about the summer heat and how it gives me headaches
... about love potions from Siquijor...
...but i am not a prolific writer. I struggle in writing. So i will just write about one topic... my weight gain. (I initially intended to write about short stories, but i changed my mind just now. Yes, i am fickle.)
I have been overweight since time immemorial.
I've always needed to shed off a few pounds -- 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds.
I have tried so many kinds of diet strategies -- after 6 diet, 3 day diet, south beach diet, Slimfast diet, Skyflakes diet. (The most effective for me is south beach).
As i am writing this entry, i need to lose 20 pounds, the most i needed to lose since i turned 20.
I don't know if it's because of my age (I'm past 30), or because i have a home-based job now, or that i don't get to exercise, or that i've been stuffing myself with comfort food the past months. But i am guessing it's because of all of these.
I feel heavy, lethargic, moody, sad. I need to lose weight! I want to lose weight! I have to lose weight!
Wala lang. I just wanted to rant.
Remind me to write about those other things i mentioned previously.
08:15 pm
Tuesday
10 March 2009
Fairview
Today, i wanted to write about so many things --
... about my first encounter with the Eraserheads
... about my love for short stories
... about my weight gain
... about shitty marriages and relationships
... about the summer heat and how it gives me headaches
... about love potions from Siquijor...
...but i am not a prolific writer. I struggle in writing. So i will just write about one topic... my weight gain. (I initially intended to write about short stories, but i changed my mind just now. Yes, i am fickle.)
I have been overweight since time immemorial.
I've always needed to shed off a few pounds -- 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds.
I have tried so many kinds of diet strategies -- after 6 diet, 3 day diet, south beach diet, Slimfast diet, Skyflakes diet. (The most effective for me is south beach).
As i am writing this entry, i need to lose 20 pounds, the most i needed to lose since i turned 20.
I don't know if it's because of my age (I'm past 30), or because i have a home-based job now, or that i don't get to exercise, or that i've been stuffing myself with comfort food the past months. But i am guessing it's because of all of these.
I feel heavy, lethargic, moody, sad. I need to lose weight! I want to lose weight! I have to lose weight!
Wala lang. I just wanted to rant.
Remind me to write about those other things i mentioned previously.
08:15 pm
Tuesday
10 March 2009
Fairview
Sunday, March 01, 2009
Broken
* free-writing
I call her Negra.
Negra has been my best friend since 2003.
She's with me when i'm sad, and i want to strum away my pain. She's also with me when i'm ecstatic, and i want to sing at the top of my lung.
She is my beautiful black guitar.
I got her in 2003, from of the stores in Sta Mesa. A good friend (see previous entry, Boylet) went with me to the guitar shop. And when i saw her, i instantly fell in love.
I said in my previous entry (My checkist - the ideal guy) that my guy should know how to play a musical instrument. I guess i got tired of waiting for him, so i told myself that i will buy myself a guitar and learn how to play.
I basically taught myself, with the help of some friends. My first piece was "Luka". I loved it because i sounded good playing it.
So after almost 6 years of stroking Negra's dark and smooth curves, she broke. She's broken... beyond repair. I don't know why, maybe because i don't play the guitar anymore. Maybe she felt abandoned and forgotten. But one thing's for sure... I want her back.
Salamat, Negra. You will be missed.
10:05pm
01 March 2009
Sunday
Santiago City, Isabela
I call her Negra.
Negra has been my best friend since 2003.
She's with me when i'm sad, and i want to strum away my pain. She's also with me when i'm ecstatic, and i want to sing at the top of my lung.
She is my beautiful black guitar.
I got her in 2003, from of the stores in Sta Mesa. A good friend (see previous entry, Boylet) went with me to the guitar shop. And when i saw her, i instantly fell in love.
I said in my previous entry (My checkist - the ideal guy) that my guy should know how to play a musical instrument. I guess i got tired of waiting for him, so i told myself that i will buy myself a guitar and learn how to play.
I basically taught myself, with the help of some friends. My first piece was "Luka". I loved it because i sounded good playing it.
So after almost 6 years of stroking Negra's dark and smooth curves, she broke. She's broken... beyond repair. I don't know why, maybe because i don't play the guitar anymore. Maybe she felt abandoned and forgotten. But one thing's for sure... I want her back.
Salamat, Negra. You will be missed.
10:05pm
01 March 2009
Sunday
Santiago City, Isabela
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