FIREFLY THOUGHTS

CANNED THOUGHTS no.4 : Falling For The First Time

I’m so cool, too bad I’m a loser
I’m so smart, too bad I can’t get anything figured out
I’m so brave, too bad I’m a baby
I’m so fly, that’s probably why it feels just like I’m falling for the first time

I’m so green, it’s really amazing
I’m so clean, too bad I can’t get all the dirt off of me.
I’m so sane, it’s driving me crazy
It’s so strange, I can’t believe it feels just like I’m falling for the first time

I’m so chill, no wonder it’s freezing
I’m so still, I just can’t keep my fingers out of anything
I’m so thrilled to finally be failing
I’m so done, turn me over cause it feels just like I’m falling for the first time

Anything plain can be lovely, anything loved can be lost
Maybe I lost my direction, what if our love is the cost?
Anyone perfect must be lying, anything easy has its cost
Anyone plain can be lovely, anyone loved can be lost
What if I lost my direction? What if I lost sense of time?
What if I nursed this infection? Maybe the worst is behind

Anyone perfect must be lying, anything easy has its cost
Anyone plain can be lovely, anyone loved can be lost
What if I lost my direction? What if I lost sense of time?
What if I nursed this infection? Maybe the worst is behind

…It feels just like I’m falling for the first time

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CANNED THOUGHTS no.3 : The Gym Animals (which one are you?)

Photos from our Batangas Trip made me realized how odd my body structure is. Having a beer belly but jolted with normal sized arms, they should be fatty too, not the other way around. Me ex saw my pics and God, she won’t stop teasing me all day, pointing at my confidence to belt out my body in public… (good thing we broke up earlier hehehe, peace!)

Anyway, she dragged me to the nearest mall to inquire about gym enrollments, and it wasn’t easy!

Things you must consider were the package, “bring a buddy” feature, locker rooms, shower rooms, equipments, and a lot more.

We ended up enrolling to this gym (name withheld), our basis, number of customers.

This Gym is like a safari, full of Gym animals sweating out to achieve their dream bods (or in some case, to get the mobile number of those they dream of…heheheh)

Here are some Gym Animals we got a chance to caught inside the parameters of the sweat factory.:

The Gym Bunnies – They come in every effin’ day in lycra leotards. They hop around the gym from one machine to another without ever finishing a routine. Hop, hop hop!

The Gym Gorillaz – Bulky, hairy, and cast a huuuuge shadow behind ‘em. Their color ranges from deep red to Kiwi dark-brown shoe polish.

The Meerkats – They stretch their necks and stick their heads out whenever a gorgeous guy comes in.

The Hyenas – They chat, chuckle, laugh, chat some more and chat, chat, chat to eternity. If hunting rifles are allowed, I’ll take them down first.

The Parrots – Same as the Hyenas but wears fantabulously outrageous gym outfits made in China.

The Gym Crocs – Creatures who never leave a machine and stay there all day as if they own it. They will be the next ones to go after the Hyenas, I tell you.

The Wet Dogs – They always leave the machine wet for the next user. I don’t understand how they sweat so much! Argh!

The Guard Dogs – They bark and woof on the last 3 reps. There’s also a hybrid of this mixed with Gorillaz.

The Giraffes – Tall, gorgeous, painfully beautiful creatures who are so into themselves. Usually found on the machines closest to the mirror wall.

The Hippos – Unbelievably huge creatures but rarely visible. They are found under the bubbles of the Jacuzzi with their noses just above the water.

The Gila Monsters – Huge, ferocious lizards usually found in the sauna all day. They never leave!

The Skunk – They come to the gym oozing with irritating AXE cologne sprayed all over. These creatures DON’t understand! Get away from me! G E T A W A Y !

The Chicken – A creature with massive chest and throbbing arms complete with toothpick legs.

The Kapibara – Fat, amphibious rats usually found “basking” in the area between the shower and the locker room.

The Hamsters – Creatures running all day on the threadmill and go straight to the snack bar afterwards.

Any gym creatures you spotted lately?

Another idea on the side : whatchathink?! : what if all treadmills and other gym equipments are installed with chips or attached in to a turbine of an energy plant? can you imagine how many cities can be powered by combining all the kinetic energy generated by the gym buffs all over the PH?…think again….)

(ps: for the love of God, please dont make me post hubad pics..its for your own good haha)

Well that’s for now…

So Till then and Godspeed 😀

 


CANNED THOUGHTS no.2 : Mini What-ifs

Ugh. Writer’s Block. Napaka ironic talaga ang mga pagkakataon na wala kang maisulat sa mga assignment, thesis, articles na kailangan tapusin pero halos sumabog na ang utak sa mga ideyang di naman kailangan, bigla nalang nanganganak at gagawin kang baliw sa kakakontrol na masupress ito at bumalik sa katinuan.

Minsan kahit ako nawiwirduhan sa mga senaryong , mga what-ifs na naiisip sa gitna ng paggawa ng assignment. ‘Di ko  alam kung ako lang ba ang nakakaisip ng mga ito o meron pang isang baliw sa mundong ito na kapareho ko ng what-ifs. (sana chicks, baka sya na ang Da One..hehe pbb teens lang peg)

10. Anu kaya ang lasa (kung pa deep : pakiramdam)  pag tinimpla ko sa kumukulong tubig ang isang Litro pack Tang orange Juice?

9. Paano humatsing ang mga manok? what if makikita ako ng isa? kumpleto na ba buhay ko? hehe

8. totoo kaya na chicks na rin ang gusto ni pers lab? patay! (anyare?)

7. What if naimbento ko ang time travelling, pumunta ako sa something something BC, i-claim ang China and some parts of Europe, rearrange history, leave some notes sa plastic bag  all over , na may details about Philippines owning these places. Para pag nadiscover at napacarbon dated edi atin na ang China haha…lagay ko narin ang link ng blog na ‘to baka sakaling sumikat hehe

6. Kung maaabduct man ako ng aliens, bakit?

5. Kung may bahid man ng katotohanan  ang number 8, ano kaya ang type nia? parehas kaya kami…hmmmm…hot hot hot

4. What if mapalanunan ko ang biggest Lotto Jackpot? Magiging masaya kaya ako?

3. What if maging totoo ang space jeepneys?

2. What if nakuha ko ang number ni TAGCOM Crush at pinursue ko? Dilema parin ba si pers lab?

1. What if ‘di ko sinasayang ang oras ko kakaisip ng entry rito bagkus magconcentrate sa sa sinusulat kong project, may lalabas kaya? hihinto kaya ‘tong writers block?

Writer’s Block…..Naalala ko tuloy ang sabi Master Ricky Lee sa kanyang librong “Trip to Quiapo” :

 

“Maraming baguhang writer ang laging nagtatanong  —paano kung wala ka sa mood (magsulat)? Nakakapagsulat ka pa rin ba? Saan nanggagaling ang inspirasyon mo?

Baligtad yata. Sa halip na magsulat ka kapag nasa mood ka, dapat yata ay magsulat ka para mapunta ka sa mood. Ikaw ang mag-iinduce ng mood. Ikaw ang gagawa ng mood.

Pagod na pagod ka. wala ka sa mood. Maraming Problema. irritable ka.

maupo ka sa harap ng computer at magsulat ka. Sa simula ay physical level lang , puro technique. Pero darating ang oras na makakalimutan mo pati sarili mo.

Hihigupin ka ng sinusulat mo. Nasa mood ka na.

Eventually it is writing that is going to help you get by in life, to make you feel good. rather than the opposite, na pag maganda ang mood moo ang buhay saka ka magsusulat.

(iba talaga pag nabloblock ang isip sa pagsusulat ng project, kung anu-ano ang nasusulat? haist, pangalawang beses na ‘to….)

So that’s for now guys.

So Till Then and Godbless :D


CANNED THOUGHTS no.1 : Space Jeepneys

IDEA :

Laser Beam sa bawat Jeepney

REASONS :

10. Masaya ang byahe, lalo na kung warfreak si manong driver, parang nasa POV ka lang ng GTA o Sega archade game

9. Pantanggal amats sa mga bumibyaheng lasheng

8. Masayang pakinggan ang “Pit-piw!” sound effects lalo na kung triggerhappy si manong drayber sa bawat mang oovertake sa kanya

7. Pantanggal umay sa isa o dalwang oras ng byahe

6. Di na kailangan gumawi sa MOA para sa lightshow.

5. Pag ‘di sapat ang jeje playlist ni manong drayber. (utang na loob, ang justin bibe!), gayun din kung nabobore ka na sa sarili mong playlist.

4. Pag hindi rin sapat para maaliw ang design sa loob ng jeepney. sa mga anime rip-off na i-airbrush, mga danggling dice at stuffed toys (ukay-ukay lang ang peg?). Sige, subukan mong titigan ang  medyo magrasang “basta drayber, sewwt lover” sticker, tignan natin kung maeentertain ka.

3. Pwedeng i-consider as main attraction laban sa kanilang competitor na aircon buses. san ka sasakay? sa de aircon na bus na di nagpapalit ng bala ng DVD sa loob ng limang taon? o sa jeepney na open kung saan dama mo ang dampi ng hangin (at alikabok) sa iyong mukha, ang jeep na maingay at tila disco sa loob sa dami ng kulay ng ilaw at borloloy (bouncer nalang ang kulang), ang jeepney na kung makabanking sa kahabaan ng Marikina-Cubao-Sta.Mesa  eh akal mo alang bukas?, ang jeep na may laser beams?

2. Para lahat ay magbabayad,  may takot at magiging magalang kay manong, malay mo biglang tirahin ka sa likod ni manong, crispy kang dadating sa iyong destinasyon

1. Para higit sa lahat, Para di hassle sa umaga, lahat automatic na laging barya lang sa umaga, 😀

(iba talaga pag nabloblock ang isip sa pagsusulat ng thesis, kung anu-ano ang nasusulat? haist)

So that’s for now guys.

So Till Then and Godbless 😀


Untitled Questions [1] : Vantage Points

It’s 8:00 PM already, still I’m stuck in front of the TV, having a hard time to set the focus of my defective eyes.  The TV shows multi-frame shots of a certain bus in front of the Quirino Grandstand. I have no idea what is happening that time. All I can hear is Erwin Tulfo narrating about something.

Makalipas ang ilang minuto ay may umalingawngaw na putok, umuga ang shot sa TV, malamang nagulat ang cameraman. “HOSTAGE CRISIS” ; sabay superimpose sa baba ng TV screen, katabi ng logo ng news program. Ang location : Harap ng Quirino Grandstand. Nilipat ko ang channel, hoping to get better shots of the incident. All I can feel that time is curiosity. It’s 8:30, oras na para umalis ng bahay papuntang trabaho. Makalipas ang limang minute ay nakasakay na rin ako ng bus, di ako nagulat nang lahat ng pasahero ay nakatutok sa TV, di bale na ang ma-stiff neck. Sa bawat  masasalubong naming bus, expect mo na ang mga laman nito ay nakatingala rin, nakikinig sa mga kabadong boses ni Julius Babao, Erwin Tulfo, Mike Enriquez at iba pang reporter, nagtitiis sa vertigo habang ang mga mata’y nakatutok sa mga magagalaw na shots sa magalaw ring telebisyon.

Kanya-kanyang palitan ng kuro-kuro ang maririnig sa buong bus. May mga tanong, mayroon nanang nagpapaliwanag kung ano ang nangyayari, nagmamarunong, daig pa ang mga reporter na nasa mismong lugar ng krisis. Bigalng nagpakawala ng putok ang isang pulis, sunod sunod ang putok, armalite raw ang bitbit. Biglang napasigaw si Mike Enriquez, may natamaan ng ligaw na bala malapit sa kanyang kinalalagyan. Isang nagaalalang Mel Tiangco ang sumagot, pinapalipat ng pwesto ang katrabaho.

Mabilis ang pangyayari, lumakas lalo ang ulan, napasok ng pulis ang bus, nagputukan at pagkatapos ng ilang minute, ang mga nagaabang na pulis ay isa isang naglapitan, sumesenyas ng isa, nagsilapitan lahat ng patrol car, ambulansya at mga usiserong nakapalibot sa bus. Biglang nabanggit ni Mike na may granadang hawak ang Hostage taker, pero di ata epektib, tila may piyesta sa paligid ng bus, dumadami ang mga usisero, di bale nang maulanan, makalapit lang talaga sa bus. Tapos na ang lahat. Nakahinga na ng maluwag ang mga kasakay kong pasahero. Biglang segue sa two frame shot ni Mike at Mel, ilang statement from Mike at closing spiel na sabay segue, sa teleseryeng “Pilyang Kerubin”. Parang walang nagyari. Walang follow up interview, di man lang inestretch ang coverage ng kahit mga 15 minutes. Siguro kailangan na nilang kumita, kailangan na magpalabas ng commercials.

Plano ko sanang bumawi ng tulog ngunit di ko magawa, ang daming tanong ang nasa isip ko nung oras na iyon, pero alam kong wala makasagot maliban nalang kung magreresearch ako sa net. Pero tulad nga nga isang kasabihan sa communication theory, there’s a big difference between the knowledge gathered from a collective article AND  having an exchange by interpersonal communication.

Ang iba ay mababaw, at ang ilan ay masasabi nating masagot lang ng hostage taker o ng mga biktimang nakaligtas. Pero walang namang mawawala if I write it down here right?  [disclaimer/ note : some of my questions may sound insensitive but I just made them out of sincere curiosity]

-Hindi ba naisip ng hostage taker na hindi solusyon  sa kanyang problema ang manghostage ng isang bus? [at ang malala pa ay Hongkong tourist bus] He’s a police, I’m sure doing such act will cause him a lot. Lifetime imprisonment. Kung pagbalik sa serbisyo ang hiling mo, why not appeal to the court, be sincere and make your point by presenting more proof that you’re innocent.

-Bakit mga turista pa galing Hongkong?  ang ilan sa kanila ay di nakakaintindi ng Ingles, siguro when the hostage taker tried to explain things to them, some of them can’t understand him, all they  know that they’re in danger without any reason. Siguro nahirapan ang hostage taker makipagcommunicate. Siguro they’d exchanged thoughts by gestures.

-Bakit sumisigaw ang driver ng bus na patay na ang lahat? Hindi ba niya alam na kalahati ng kanyang statement nakasalalay ang moves ang mga pulis, SWAT at media? Hindi ba niya naisip na maaring ikamatay iyon ng mga hostages?

-Alam ba ng mga pulis o SWAT ang magiging epekto ng pagtapon ng teargas o flashbomb sa loob ng bus? Eh ang mag”spray” ng armalite?  [“spray” ang terminong ginamit ni Mike Enriquez during the coverage] siguro kalahati sa mga namatay ay nalagutan ng hininga dahilsa mga ligaw ng bala.

-During the hostage crisis, sa anong TV station nakatutok ang hostage taker? Malamang he got some references sa TV ng bus. Kung sino man ang reporter ng pinapanuod niyang news program, good job, you made it more complicated. But can’t blame you sir [or ma’am], it’s your job.  Ano ang huling TV ad ang kanilang napanuod, ano ang kanilang naramdaman nung napanuod nila iyon? Irony?

-Before the incident, those tourists don’t have any idea that a hostage crisis will take place. Siguro naenjoy nila ang Luneta. Siguro nakita nila ang may dugong Chinese na si Gat Jose Rizal na binaril sa likod ng mga kastila nong araw. Malamang may bitbit silang mga digicams tulad ng Sonia, Penesonic at iba pa. Anong kaya ang backdrop sa huli nilang picture sa kani-kanilang sa digicam? Ano ang huli nilang impresyon sa ating lugar? Nakita ba nila yung mapa ng pilipinas sa likod ng monument ni Rizal? Eh yung sunset? Malamang hindi, nasa loob na sila ng bus ng mga panahong iyon.

-Nasarapan kaya sila sa Chicken Joy meals na inabot sa kanila during the crisis? Ang ilan sa kanila ay di daw nakakain dahil sa tension, naiintindihan ko sila. Eh yung hostage taker? Ano ang huli niyang almusal? Kumain rin ba siya ng chicken joy?

-Kanino kaya ang mga pangalang huli nilang nabanggit bago sila namatay o nasagip?   Eh yung sa hostage taker? Nakatawag ba sila sa kanikanilang mga pamilya at kaibigan? Nakapagtext ba sila? Post sa FB?

-Saan naggaling ang mga usisero? Ang dami nilang nagsulputan matapos ang hostage crisis, yung may bitbit na payong, pero marami sa kanila talagang binalewala ang malakas na ulan, makasilip lang, anu kaya ang tumatakbo sa kanilang isip? May pinakita pa nga sa TV na babaeng usi, nakapayong, pinapaliwanagan ng pulis na lumayo, kaso nakikipagtalo pa ang babae, akala mo may kamag anak sa loob ng bus.

Kinabukasan ang site ng hostage crisis ay naging instant tourist spot. Nakakapanlumo, sabi nga ng isang ancient saying “Injurea addis contumeliam” [you add insult to my injury]

Mga estudyante ng mga kalapit na university, mga office workers at mga turista rin ang tipon tipon malapit sa bus, hindi para magalay ng bulaklak, kundi magpapicture. Pati mga pulis at SWAT pangiti ngiti nalang, OMG, ang ilan sa kanilang feeling artista habang nagpapapicture ang mga kolehiyala sa kanila. Cute ba sila? Ano ang tumatakbo sa isipan nga mga “post-bloodbath Usiseros”? ano ang profile at shoutout nila sa FB, twitter [at kung meron man, sa friendster]? Di ba nila naisip na ang pangit tignan ng picture ng isang barkadahang nakangiti at ang backdrop mo ay isang “duguang” at basag-basag na bus? Kung sa burol kaya nila magpapicture ang isang grupo ng usi na walang kinalaman sa kanila?

-Ano kaya ang ginawang hakbang ng mga pamunuan ng mga universities at  mga pinuno ng SWAT at pulisya? May nagtag kaya sa kanila ng mga pics sa FB? Naging Masaya kaya ang mga usi ngayong nakakuha na sila ng atensyon, hindi lang dito kundi pati narin sa Hongkong and the rest of the world. Hindi lang atensyon, hate comments pa.

While writing this article, I am FB-cruising , suddenly I found myself in a Chinese based FB page containing pics showing students, policemen and some from the SWAT taking a pose, smiling in front of the infamous bus. So insensitive and on my part, I am so ashamed with this one. I know that the government is trying its best to do damage control, but photos like these won’t help, it blurs our sincere apology to HK as a nation. Even though I don’t understand Chinese I know that that page is covered with hate. Flooded with angry comments to all Filipinos in general. They judged the whole nation by the pics of those insensitive people. I know that they have a right to be angry, but not to the point they need to judge all of us? Do they know, understand  the whole story? If so , why generalize the whole Filipino nation?

Those insensitive post bloodbath pictures circulated the net with Chinese watermarks, tagging them as future maids, bitches and dumb. Some have bad comments like “why Chinese people keep hiring Filipinos and giving them HK money, they’re all evil” [sic.]. Please stop it, we’re ashamed already and we apologize on the expense our kababayan did to your people. But please don’t be judgmental enough to be called racist. Yes I know many of my countrymen works in HK to earn some money to feed their families but I assure you that they worked hard for it. I am also aware that many HK [many not all, okay] treat their Filipino maids as animals, they lock them without  food, worked  for days without pay, some turned to sex slave by their Chinese masters.  Hindi lang yan nangyayari sa Hongkong, if you’re informed enough, many Chinese Immigrants whose living here our country do the same thing, mistreated Pinoys as if  there in Hongkong, they  also lock Pinay maids without food, hurting them by clubbing them with whip and hot flat iron, I’m not exaggerating things, I dare you to search the net or Youtueb for clips and you  too will be ashamed by the “everyday little murders” did by many Chinese people to our countrymen in HK and here in the Philippines.

My point is, hope that Chinese community don’t judge us as a whole because of those mishaps but rather unite to secure each other. Again, As a Filipino, I do apologize on what happen and ashamed.

I would like to wrap up this post with some questions. What will happen to HK-Phil relationship? What will the Philippine government do to clean our image to the foreign community?  Are they going to impose new laws to prevent something like this to happen again? What about the police force? Is there any way to improve their equipment? Is there any way to filter our policemen?  To those peeps on those insensitive photos, any ideas to help Philippines do damage control?

I also do think that you have questions to ask at the back of your mind, question you would like to ask to the hostage taker and to his victims. Everyone of us have its own way how to show curiosity and posting questions in a blog is one of them. Well, I found this statement from the net, hope this one will answer some our questions

Well I think this is too much for a personal post.

So Till Then and Godbless 😀


Reasons

It is easy to lie than tell the reason why your eyes are twitching
It is easy to tell someone your explanation rather than let her understand your reason
it is easy to reason out things which is none sense than apologize

It is so hard to tell hide your emotions when your eyes are twitching
When your explanation is out of peak
and apologies are not easy to compose

It is easy to hide, to mumble and cry

Feeling safe when your down by hiding will not give you any comfort, It’ll just make you more smaller when you decided to come out and feel the summer breeze. later you’ll realize it’s not the breeze that keeps you warms, you’re getting hot by the  pressure of inferiority

Unspoken words are something you have to worry about. Words have feelings of their own, they want to be spoken, uttered by the owner’s lips. They want to be sworn  like no tomorrow, flattered in recognition and loved because they compose out inspiration. Time will come that words will escape you, abandon you and later on, you’re wont able to speak at all. Pratice to speak your heart out, mumbling is like being a traitor to that person your pertaining to, mumbling is like being traitor to yourself.

Crying is a sign of strength not weakness but there’s a very thick line between wining and crying. Tears are more subtle when you’re crying over something meaningful like your friend, pet dog and that toy airplane that defines your childhood. Crying is hard but wining is easy. It make us actors on our own stage, doing so will gain more sympathy and but less empathy.

Communicate in various ways make us human. Convey emotion with soft spoken words, Influence other by these big words and sudden realization by just having a simple talk, gentle to minds, easy for the thoughts. a cup of tea wont hurt you, as well standing by your closest parent, sibling or friend and kill almost half a day just to exchange gestures, talk about so many things, catching up with each other. Time used for doing nothing is not time wasted.

our lips is somehow connected to our heart, so the emotions are raw and spoken words are half cooked. Our eyes are close to our brains, it’ll give away in an instant how we think , how we see things, how we digest certain things.Our left hand is bridged by the heart to the right hand, so we could feel the senses , measure the emptiness of your heart or the space between you and your better half.
(Well just doing a writing exercise while I’m here at work hehe—bad. anyway, it sort of effective to freeverse sonata or poem or short, whatever, the important is , writing activities like this prevents my writing be controlled by my inferiority. I just let my heart do the talking, honestly, I didn’t think any topic at all, I just let my fingers tap some keys and i was surprised that it was able to finish a piece. It’s like I’m doing it while I’m on trance, hehe…)

So that’s for now.

So Till then and Godspeed 😀



No to “buwis buhay” much [Part 2]

Sabi nga nila, “one step at a time”, but I not a fan of that saying. What’s the use of two feet if you can just hop 3 to 4 steps forward? I know it sounds ridiculous [and cheesy] but hey, who don’t want to accomplish everything in nick of time.

Well, I guess I was wrong. Everyone has its own limitations and I just felt it last Saturday. I went to work while my body is aching and my tonsils in wreck. I ended up wasted but the pizza party during that time somehow cheered me up.   It came back while I’m on my way home, the muscle spasms became influenza. It’s  not a joke being sick, it such a waste of time. Imbes nagawa ko na ang ilan sa aking plano, ay ‘yun, nakahiga ako sa kama, matamlay at nanunuod ng season 1 ng Futurama. I’d rather keep up to my plans on how to be a pop star than stay in bed, torture myself more by thinking what’s my life could’ve been if I were Rob Thomas or Jack Neo.

Anyway, I guess I need some freakin’ rest, but for 3 days? O c’mon. I need to join my team to save some frustrated peeps on how to save their failing gadget. I tried to go to the nearest hospital but the doctor is sick as well, Ironic huh? Then I tried to self medicate but hell, I felt something in my appendix area, I might harm my liver or something so I stopped immediately.

So I have no choice, Absent nanaman ako. I don’t think my boss would be happy about that. But…sigh.

Anyway, as I write this down my temperature went low, manage to ease some occurring muscle pain and still I have a sore throat. Sickness is a belief, which must be annihilated by the divine mind. I promise as soon I get my energy back I’ll do some workout, won’t miss a single pop of vitamin C and give my rest to have a 8 full hours sleep [in other words : less  time for Facebook. :D]

So that’s for now.

So Till then and Godspeed 😀