THE BANDWAGON

No one really tagged me for this but I’ve been seeing this in many blogs and I think waiting for a tag is like waiting for Batista to go gay. And so, I’m joining the fad of listing 25 interesting things about our self. In my case, you may not find these things interesting so I would call it 25 things about me that I haven’t mentioned yet in this blog.

Here’s hoping to make it to 25.

1. I was the Editor-in-Chief of my grade school’s publication but never really did the EIC job.

2. I was circumcised with my mom as my support and not my father.

3. I was a member of the Lyre and drum band back in grade school, I played the lead drum.

4. I was awarded 10th honor in pre-school but told my mom that I was top 1, because I was the first one to be called during our rehearsals. It was on a 10 to 1 order.

5. I was a Contra, Battle City and Space Craft addict.

6. Back in high school, my crowd will dine in Mc Donald’s for Sundae carrying our take out from Jollibee, for we think Mc Donald’s is high-end.

7. I was a CAT officer with rank M/Commander S2 Intelligence. Our batch was called Foxtrot Admirals.

8. I love tomato ketchup and I so despise the makers of banana ketchup. It tastes ridiculous.

9. I am a Bench fan. Clothes, accessories, scents, hygiene, undies, hair grooming- all by Bench.

10. I suck at Math.

11. I love the radio. I’ve been listening to Chico and Delamar since high school.

12. I once auditioned for a DJ job in a local radio station.

13. I am a Nanay’s boy.

14. After applying this toner on my face, I use the cotton to clean my chucks.

15. I like reading self help books and practical tips on life, health and money.

16. My dream job is what Tim Yap, GP Reyes and Sarah Black currently joggles.

17. I aim to publish my own books.

18. I want to write, direct and produce my own mainstream movie.

19. I would kill to sit with Oprah, Obama, and the Dalai Lama in a Fall Out Boy concert. Damn that would be priceless.

20. My sister is my financial aid, and I am her charity. Haha

21. I like it when my nephews Sean and Santino play with me. Santino would call me daddy and Sean would always bombard me with a hug every time he sees me arrive in our house from the office.

22. I don’t like dogs, but I would love to own turtles.

23. I am a water person, I could drink lots of water in a day ergo, urinates a lot.

24. A person not replying to my text is a BIG deal.

25. I use the right hand. ( go figure).

W H I T E

White. My most favored color. I feel good whenever I wear white clothes. It’s quite timely for the season, but my liking of it is perpetual i think. Is it not too given with how this blog appears?

White. I have tons of white garments and hygiene articles. I am actually an accidental collector of white towels. I think I couldn’t use a towel that is not white.

White. It depicts clarity. In my job, I always start with blank document. Starting with a clean slate assures unique ideas. Starting with point blank means a great development of thoughts which can inject possibilities of originality.

White is peace of mind. With the way life is structured today, having peace is such a luxury. It’s not easy to gain it, because of the complicated prerequisites.

White is the absence of doubt. A small pinch of dirt can challenge its credibility of being immaculate and pure. This is the mantra I so like with white – the argument is very fluid; its either your white or dirty.

PENIS

Now, before you throw in your “ews” and disappointment remarks because you think I’m sleazy, hear me out first. I am born D-E-N-I-S Guevara Claves and like what I said on my profile, my name was just chosen by my mom from a baby book. Now, I always joke about the somewhat weird spelling of my name in comparison of course to the conventional D-E-N-N-I-S. Imagine my name misspelled. Say, you accidentally dropped the D and replaced it with P. This case happens all the time especially when manually writing down my name on a paper. This pitch always works during my job interviews. It helped me inject humor which leads to a relaxed momentum.

April (the best friend) requested for me to write about this and humiliate myself (insert smiley here). Oh well, I believe in laughing at one’s self to be very human so what the heck.

Now, careful when writing me a letter alright? Ha Ha Ha. I hope this thought is funny to you, or else I lost all the right reasons and came out just sleazy.

A STARE

A stare, it’s very visual and strikes you in one of the most keen and sharp organs of the body-the eye. I believe that a stare can be so powerful. One can relatively gauge a person’s character in a momentary stare. I’ve seen a lot of stares, and experienced a lot of it too.

A stare can be bad. I’ve seen people in the MRT with this kind of stare. People can get really agitated in situations where you feel to tightened and sweaty. A person can also stare you bad because you stepped into his/her foot. I have actually witnessed a catfight between two females inside the MRT because of a bad stare. A little too shallow I’d say.

A stare can be good, of course. It can mean positive physical attraction. You’ll know it in a stare if someone is attracted to you. I can be a cut sharp stare or a shy stance. It is also a natural occurrence to give a stare to someone we admire physically. It can happen in random situation and with random strangers. I’m not talking about casual sex of course.

Do you stare too? - Because in my case, stare is my turf. Ha Ha Ha. Go figure.

An Open Letter to Mr. Taylor

Dear Mr. Taylor,

I know that it’s my entire fault. That Saturday, I was really not paying attention to my surroundings. I know that you were trying to signal a bad sight fast approaching, but I simply ignored you. Then there was this soft thingie that I stepped into. It looks yellowish with some gray fibers and smells damn horrific. I am sorry Mr. Taylor. It is part fault of that dog who dropped his poofy in the middle of the sidewalks. I immediately showered you with alcohol but I know you’ve been covered with enough shame already.

That doesn’t end there. Monday morning while walking towards the bus stop, I stepped (yet again) to this slimy thingie on the floor. When I looked down, I saw the most hideous thing I saw in my life so far. A dead cat which I assume died a few minutes before Mr. Taylor sank his all on it. I saw blood and bones and what have you. Ayayay.

Then there was this topic in Chico and Delamar show on RX Monster Radio 93.1- Top Ten Definitions of Pain. The entry is about this student who fell on the ground then with his bone coming out of his elbow. This thought keep on flashing in my mind and I can’t help but cringe. My imagination is so intense with hurtful accident; I can feel it happening to me. With this incident, I kept on jumping up and down just to forget the scene. I know this have hurt you like hell Mr. Taylor.

Mr. Taylor, forgive me. I’ll be careful next time.

Who's The Biggest Loser?

Whenever I see this segment “Spoiled Brat” in GMA 7’s Bubble Gang, I can’t help but really laugh. Ogie Alcasid and Michael V simply contain that natural bliss of humor and “bastardom”. But seeing through the bigger picture, there should be a substantial thought underlying the most prevalent catch phrase of the segment – “Yaya… You’re such a loser!”

When you are an individual who termed someone a loser, it automatically means that you look at yourself superior enough to be on top of other people. It basically dictates that your mind is working on the thought that you are better than others. Be it better in the way you dress, talk, or maybe better by figures of your wealth or level of education. Certainly, no one in the right mind would utterly say they are better than others. But, I’m sure these thoughts linger in people’s minds. I think this thought is a significant pigment of our confidence.

Do we term a loser by non conformity in social norms; or maybe because they won’t agree with our ideas? Do we call someone a loser because of mere physical traits or we call someone a loser because however we see all the angles, we conclude that we simply don’t like that someone. With me, lost in these thoughts of how to define a loser makes me a loser myself?

If the world is all about comparison, then maybe each one of us is a loser; because in the subliminal egoistic world, no one wants to be beaten out without a fight.

Sunday And My Attitude

Last Sunday, mom and I had the chance to go to church together after weeks of my church hiatus. Oh well, it was because she spent going to church with my sister and my nephews Sean and Santino for like many weeks. So there it was, we arrived 10 minutes before the mass starts do I took time to send my special prayers for special people who need it.

Then the mass started. It was smooth until a family came with 3 “caffeine-induced like energy” kids. I swear, they were all over the place. Not to be rude or judging, but they obviously smell incredibly foul. “tumatambay sa ilong!” When I thought the agony is done, a group sat on the back area half way through within the mass- Three not so fit women chatting like they brought coffee cups and curling irons inside the church. I felt rude eavesdropping but I think it was not eavesdrop at all thinking that their mouth volumes were very symmetrical to that rate you need in public speaking in front of a gazillion deaf people. Imagine the forces of these two crowds, my mom and I were left with the choice of pretending like we understood the homily.

Sunday mass is very sacred for me. It’s the time when I try my very best to pay attention and avoid day dreaming. I dress my best and I put up my most polite manner whenever I step into the church grounds. I hope that people will do the same. Not that Im placing myself like Im the nicest Sunday school boy, all I am asking for is respect for the mass. Its enough that the Catholic religion has been thrown so many stones on the undergoing, let us try to prove it all wrong.

NOTE: THE PHOTO DOES NOT SHOW THE REAL CHARACTERS IN THIS POST.

Paradigm Shift

They say nothing is permanent but change. They say everything shall have its metamorphosis to realize the full worth of their existence. Alchemy process or a simple change in color and shape shall always entail great significance of development and shift of paradigm. Now, before I ran out of poetical words, let me tell you that this blog will soon reach its 1st year of being born in Blogosphere. Come October, you guys shall send in your kudos to me for a year that went by with my blog somewhat strongly waving in the webby land. (Yes, I’m forcing you to greet me)

Like what some of you are aware of, I am planning to undergo a massive redesign for this blog. I find Greenfields of My Menace too elusive, but I MIGHT change it to a name more sleek and catchy; something that will hunt you before bed time. Something that will make you wiggle and giggle every time you’re reminded of it. Nah, kidding here, but the redesign thingie is real.

I have to say that this first year has been a provision period for me to try out what will work for my blog. I have gained some readers. (whom I hope will continue to read) I have gained friends and mentors and yes, detractors. But, its all good. I can confidently say that I am well-equipped with the right knowledge to make this blog better, brighter and uhm bolder? Ha Ha Ha.

So while my poll is still on the running, I would love to hear it from you guys. Please send in comments, suggestions, and anything you can say for me to improve my blog. I would also appreciate criticisms and grammar corrections. And of course, a confession on liking me is highly recommended. Ha Ha Ha, better end this now before you go cracking up your PC.

Send in some love guys!

She and He

Disclaimer : Right after my Solo Flight article, here I am writing something that will slap myself and tell me that I am indeed the denial loser. Nah, kidding pun here. This article is something that has long incubated in my loooong favor list. Now, is the right time I think to do this.

Let me tell you a story that is not too unfamiliar; A real definition that best relationships start with friendship. I’ve seen these two friends of mine practically in their adolescent lives. We belong in one group or shall I say one class way back High school. I am proud to say that the friends I made that time are real people. We are actually still in good relationships with each other. This actually means frequent gatherings and yeah mature conversations now that we see ourselves as adults who passed the stage of cheesy punch lines and weekend afternoon romantic show-like dramas. Not that I don’t expect these two (still unnamed people in this part) friends will grow something intimate and romantic between them. It was actually my predetermined thought that they have the chemistry.

She has her own issues. He had his own dilemmas to deal with. I have to say that he and she were one of the most interesting people I know who entail a lot of stories in their lives. I also have to say that beyond some downside personality snitches, they are two of the best people in my friendly friends list. I said it before that they will really make a great couple. They will look good together. But, that time all I can see is a brother-sister relationship existing between them. I saw her choose the wrong guy. I saw him make lots of girls smile for him. Then, I thought maybe they can just stay this way- friends.

It was last day of the summer months. She called me up. “You’re the first to know” she said. It made me smile. “I told you so” I said. I don’t know, but I felt some happy cells rushing towards me when I heard her news. She was quite worried about what her family and other friends will say. I told her that no one can judge them because no crime has been done and no hearts will break. It is a partnership made of the bliss of friendship. So, who’s there who have the right to raise an eyebrow?

Abbie and Jake, I am one with those who will root for you two all the way! Just please don’t make me regret posting this article ha. Ha Ha Ha.

Snooze You

I myself am amazed by how fast I can fall into sleep. I can lie down and after a few minutes, I will be snoring away. Well, yeah I snore. I can actually snore like an out of tuned orchestra. My nanay would always tease me about it the morning after. During our company outing last summer, one office mate actually recorded my snore on my drunken sleep. You bastard! Anyways, I know that you will agree with me when I say that sleep is such a blessing of life. An adult life can really be so intricate. We have a lot of things to do. We can’t be lame and sleep all day. I actually feel weird and stubborn every time I over sleep. It feels like significant time is wasted. But seeing it on a healthy point of view, we need sleep. I need not deprive myself of it.

Sleep is necessary to repair the damages our body system encountered all throughout the day. Specifically, cell regeneration takes place during sleep time. This is actually the source of the belief for the famous “Beauty Rest”. Concentration can also be derived from a good sleep. I know you can remember that one night of partying and drinking with a morning after of weak and malfunctioning body system.

Jollibee Foods Corp. is just one of the companies I know who sees the benefits of snooze time. They implement an hour of lights off sleeping time after lunch for all of their corporate offices. This is one good office routine which can level up the concentration of employees. After lunch, it is really nice to take a little snooze. This is because carbohydrate can really induce “sleep triggers”. Another reason can also be associated to the fast pace of eating our lunch. The body will need to slow down to digest the food leading to sleepy feeling. In our office, we often put the names of people taking some nap time after lunch. We tag it as “snooze bags” in out White board of Shame. Ha Ha Ha, just some “thingnamajing “ to spice up office life.

Reality Blabbers

Here I go again with some society blabber mouth. Yes, this is happening. I am about to write a post which quite accorded to the maligned segment of our country. The segment that compose majority of the faces we see everyday. I have to say that they are the representation of what real Philippines is. I am talking about people belonging to lower class C, D and E. From my last demographics class, some people are now classified to class X. If C, D and E are people not having adequate nutrition served in their table, class X does not mind nutrition anymore. These are people more concerned to filling up their tummy and getting through a day with a meal composed of some rice and soup they begged for from some food or lunch store.

Whew! Okay I’m giving you some space to breathe and take in these hard bites or reality. The thought of knowing that I am blessed with a life that is comfortable is enough reason for me to stop whining about things that are way obsolete in importance. I am thankful. Wait, thankful is actually an understatement. I hope to stay within this comfortable zone. Have you seen that episode of Maalaala Mo Kaya last Saturday? Gina Pareno ( how to make an "enye" :> ) was again exquisite in her performance. But beyond the plot and stellar cinematography, it is the story that moved me. Man, I can’t see my mom in Gina’s character. I mean, I can’t see myself leaving her in a very compromising state. Again, thanks to the Big Guy above for putting me in the family I have right now.

On the flipside of these schools of thought, one company sure knows how to touch the lives of our economically-challenged fellow. Generics Pharmacy offers medicines which are made with good quality to ensure efficacy. The medicines are priced amazingly cheap for everyone to afford. It is BFAD accredited so we can all wiggle and be sage with the products. The company is on franchising system because they aim to cover the whole country with stores to offer cheaper but safe medicine. They are living up to their mantra – “We believe that health is not a privilege, but a basic right of every Filipino.”

Ironic may it sound but Happy Monday everyone!

Solo Flight

This may sound a little too defensive, but try to understand please. I don’t aim to be cheesy. Most of all, I don’t aim to join the infamous “emo” club. And above all, I don’t want you to look at me like a loser with no gear left to slide or swing even for just a cup of coffee. Please don’t think of me as any of these.

Weekends actually make me feel like there’s a chance for me to take some time off and just escape away from all of the momentary rush to catch time and perform the long list of tasks I need to do. See, I’m always late for work. It’s because I’m trying to catch up on so many readings that I need/want/have to read. April’s actually harassing me to give her Harry book back. Well, some more patience and I’ll be done with it. It’s been two months that I have been losing grip on having that genuine joy. Not that I can’t smile. Not that I’m darn sad, I would want to stay in bed and sleep all day. I have to believe I’m okay. I have to say that there still exists happiness.

Sometimes, the choice of being alone is quite symmetrical to the choice of having independence. Yes, you heard/read it right, I am damn single. But hey, don’t go throwing your boo boos cause it by choice that I am not attached. Not that I think that you’ll be so happy to be updated with my personal issues, but I just have to write this down; Hoping that some of you may feel the same or is actually experiencing this “episode”. Its true when they say that being single is agonizing and well, yeah it sucks. I like feel good movies but I don’t have someone to share it with. I enjoy books and the radio but no one seems to drive it on my way. I always eat out but no one seems to see that I am fun to have lunch with. Well, my nanay will always want to go out with me.

Man, I don’t want to lose it. It’s just that the convenience of being single can sometimes prove to be insignificant. It’s hard when you want to go out but friends are too busy to spend time with you. Again, refresh on what my prelude to this post. But, then again, I can’t blame you if you’ll laugh your head like you want to scrap or maybe tap my back and say “its okay, you’re not alone, the world is full of losers.”

Oh well, its arbitrary. As for me, it feels nice to let loose sometimes and deactivate the defenses down. And no, I didn’t make this post with tears are falling. That’s just too much.

Charmed Date

They say that this day is a milestone! A date like 080808 happens on a thousand years only. So just like what I aim for this blog, I want to capture this bliss of day and immortalized the memory through this webby ink. To start with, I know many couples will seal the deal today. I read that most Chinese couples are getting married today.

And now that I have mentioned Chinese people, Beijing Olympics will start today. Our proud delegates with Manny Pacquiao as the forefront mane are now out to try and prove the great talents we have. The government laid a good motivation for our athletes. I hear GMA will give 15 million for every Gold winner. Please correct me if I’m wrong. All kudos to the Philippine team!

Also today, Sharon Cuneta will grace the Araneta Coliseum for her 30th Anniversary Concert. See just how long enduring Sharon’s charisma is to Pinoys. She is still one of the top celebrity endorser for brands. Celebrities are looking up to her achievements and of course, her fans are transcending from way way back up to the contemporary. Ikaw ba, maka-Sharon ka din? He He He.

Contrary to the popular belief, Feng Shui experts are actually saying that 888 can bring some bad luck this year. It was defied by Beauty business diva Vicky Belo, who is celebrating 18 years of bringing science of beauty in the country. According to her, she cant do anything if she happened to start business on this day.

So whether it is lucky or not, I have to say that this day is quite a day to start or end something; To celebrate or mourn an idea; To accept or deny a perception; and to live or die in some beliefs. Hmm, a little poetical eh? Nah, better end this post now.

Oh Fashionista

Let me start by saying that:

NO, I’m no clothing guru. And

Yes, I know good fashion when I see one.

Now, this post aims to give tribute to the “ever-fascinating” and “ever-interesting” fashion sense of some of our fierce Pinoy folks.

Here now is the Top 8 current fashion trend as sported and ehem, flaunted by some people also specified below. Forgive for not showing the exact photos of these people. But I will try my best sarcastic, oh I mean graphic description to give you a clear picture.

Hereyah people!

At number 8,

the Skinny Jeans.

5 out of ten people in the mall will wear this. It’s the revenge of the 80’s. Its glorifying the Beatles again! Or is it really?

Oppz moment: Seeing a person with really, really big thighs walking with so much effort just to strut it with glory. You see, skinny jeans speak for itself. S-K-I-N-N-Y. now, do I need to elaborate more? Doy.

At number 7,

the Havaianas.

The brand went beyond being a summer fad only. Havaianas now turned flip flops to a versatile footwear.

Oppz moment: I hope you’re wearing the “real thing”. Oh well, its easy to spot a pot, I mean fake.

At number 6,

The Lacoste sandals.

A little too pricy, it commands exclusivity and supreme taste.

Oppz moment: Even construction guys are wearing these sandals. No offense to those guys of brawns and ahm more brawns? But, sir am I seeing the real thing?

At number 5,

the Scarf.

I have to admit, I own one. But I just don’t seem to get a right timing to use the scarf. Very useful, I think this can spice-up a simple and casual shirt.

Oppz moment: Scarf with green shirt, and military printed shorts or pants. Hmmm, I’m feeling nostalgic about the captivity of Ces Drilon.

At number 4,

the Bumble Bee shades.

Its rainy I know, but the sun is still shining right? So whether you’re sporting shades for protection, “porma” or to conceal a escape from bed last night, admit it some eye frames makes anyone look good.

Oppz moment: Shades which cover the entire face, all you can see is the chin. Worst? Animal printed frames! Ayayay!

At number 3,

the Blair Look.

Ohhh my Blair Bitch of GG. Heard there will be a local franchise or remake of the series, geez this is way out of hand. Oh well, even before this remake was planned some girls have already turned into Blair clones.

Oppz moment: Hmmm, clone means closely resembled right? Well then, I regret saying clone above.

At number 2,

the Burberry shorts.

Casual is very hot right? So these kinds of shorts are really on the momentum now.

Oppz moment: Some stereotypes can make patterns closely resembling that design of our gradeschool cafeteria table covers, or maybe, that favorite shirt of our uncles which their moms made way back year-infinitum. Kidding!

And At number 1,

The little brown shirt.

In the advent of Direct selling and attractive catalogues, the business of “pahulugan” items are really on the fore front!

Oppz moment: If you happen to order from these direct sellers, chances are you will see lots of people wearing same item as yours. Now, tell me how many times have you seen people wearing this little brown shirt?



Now, that wraps up my simple tribute to our fashionista comrads! If you got this stance; well live it, flaunt it and abuse it. But just please, respect some people who might get headache after seeing you. Ha Ha Ha. Loko lang.

A Duel between Pain and Itch

On a nut shell, we all know that it’s easier to bear pain than itch. Say, you are wearing a shoe with multiple laces. The tight feeling of that shoe in your foot can be tolerated for a good 8-10 hour wear. Now, feeling an intense itch on the foot inside that tight shoe will surely make you go crazy. You will not endure the itch. You will surely take time to unlace the shoe and take it off to scratch that crazy itch big-time! Yes, scratch it until you feel that simple heaven of relieving the itch. This kind of “itch vs. pain” school of thought can be applied to all body parts. From head, to the chest and yeah, down there until you reach the feet.

Poetically, Itch vs. Pain is also quite a brain boomer. It’s basically saying that as human, we tend to go to directions which we see as more convenient than the other. If we see pain or hardships even before we start dealing with it, we turn to the more pleasing side of doing it the easy way - Very much like the scratching an itch fashion.

Now on a cheesy take, it is perceived by many hopeless romantics that scratching an itch is easier than bearing a pain. But, some go the other way. The itch of flirtation is quite prevalent these days. Flirting is deemed to be a convenient way of getting through the night. The pain of staying alone and empty after the stint of flirtations is actually something that will not last long until the next flirt comes around. Now, if you’re a flirt, I didn’t mean to offend you.

Forgive me for these rambling thoughts. It’s the product of my great fascination on how true it is that pain is easier to endure than itch. And I know that you are nodding your head now like a possessed dork in agreement or maybe personal accounts. All my laughs for you.

L E O

Woot woot!

It’s my natal day month! Count 14 days from now and I’m on my way to being another year older. It’s true when they say that learning comes with the age. Maturity comes with the age. Even fashion sense and hygiene comes with the age. So it has been my mantra to always reflect back on what have I become before I reached the very day of my birth.

I have to include this in my post. Just the other day, I discovered that one of my blogger friends shares the same birthday as mine. Ronan of “Poging Payatot” blogspot and I were having a casual talk in YM. I was just asking him to create his own version of Jason Mraz’s I’m yours. He was a bit skeptical telling me that it’s quite hard to remake a Jason Mraz song. I told him that I would consider it as a birthday gift. He asked me when my birthday is. To my surprise, he directed me to tags in his blog that contains two articles about his birthdays celebrated respectively in years 2005 and 2006. The common factor is that both articles were posted August 15. Yes, we have the same birthday. We are both Leos. He even told me that it is the same day that Mary went to heaven as she was summoned by God. I never knew this resemblance. It was the first time that I know a non-celebrity person celebrating the same birthday as mine.

So guys, if you are planning on buying me a gift; there’s still 14 days for you to save for it. I’m not that hard to please. Ha Ha Ha.

Just so you will have a better idea on the character of Leos like me, here’s a brief description done in a very tabloid way:

LEO - The Boss

Very organized. Need order in their lives - like being in control. Like boundaries. Tend to take over everything. Bossy. Like to help others. Social and outgoing.. Extroverted. Generous,

warm-hearted. Sensitive. Creative energy. Full of themselves. Loving. D oing the right thing is important to Leos.. Attractive.

S O N A 2 0 0 8

This post is a little late but let me push with this. Let us try to take a breather and pace ourselves into looking at some logical angles of this local “talk-about”. Yes indeed, State of the Nation address had all heads spinning. All are aiming to throw in their sentiments. Let me throw mine through this:

S O N A : “Sobra at Over Naman Ata…”

Sobra at Over Naman Ata… for me to still write about this knowing that every blog contain this topic already.

Sobra at Over Naman Ata… for people to automatically turn everything GMA says into satirical repose of a bad guy.

Sobra at Over Naman Ata… for the government to bluntly say that they will not take the EVAT off.

Sobra at Over Naman Ata… for people not to realize the other sides of having tax collections. Tax actually is used to subsidize some public expenses. But, then again we can’t help but be dubious.

Sobra at Over Naman Ata… for the media to take hype about attendees of SONA wearing those expensive designers clothing.

Sobra at Over Naman Ata… for people to take evident sides. Biased opinions are all over us. Appointed officials automatically supports the president, while those with less power will resort to simply shouting their so-called “advocacies”

Sobra at Over Naman Ata… for the government to give light to issues which give lesser burden to people. Less text price? What about the gasoline price and rice?

Sobra at Over Naman Ata… for people to voice out their sentiments without getting the meat of the matter.
And

Sobra at Over Naman Ata… for one government official to wear “bahag” inside the hall. Isn’t it cold there?

What about you? What’s your two cents on this?

Experience Trolley

I remember this one time back in college. We were tasked to perform a play for our Humanities class. One thing that’s lame about it is that we were given one week to prepare for it. So, we resorted to staying in this house of July, one of our group mates. Her house is somewhat situated in the side train railings. This means feeling the grounds shaking every time the train passes by while were still snoozing away.

PUP is just near the train railings. This prompted us to take the famous “trolley” on our way to school. Trolley is a kind of ride that primarily runs through the train railings. The small vehicle is run by pure human strength so it is very friendly in this time of gasoline issues.

We stayed at July’s place for quite a while up until we finished our presentation. It was quite a thrill living with my group mates for a while. It was more fun to ride the trolley though. There are some “life threatening” zones in the so called “stations” of the trolley like the bridge in Pandacan area. There are some instances when trolley rides should be stopped because a train is fast approaching. Whoa! Talk about some life on the cutting edge.

After our satisfactory presentation for the subject; it’s time to pack our bags and bid goodbye to July’s super nice family. It’s also time to bid goodbye to the daily trolley rides. Recalling our presentation, I would like to apologize again to our technical director that time for my strong shout when the dubbing went flat. Sorry Airene! It’s not easy joggling the roles of a director and lead actor at the same time, so I hope you understand.
Its been a while since I last ride the trolley. Tara samahan mo ko , sakay tayo!

got Cracked again.

Who told you that riding FX with busted windows while storm Helen is gracing the whole country with her bitchiness is a good idea? Who told you to wear those filthy sneakers knowing that you will chase wet and really, soaking wet pavements? And who told that there wouldn’t be any fiesta of umbrellas?
Man, this day indeed started bad. Thanks so much to you Helen. I always loved the rainy season but I never liked getting wet. Oh well, I can’t go ranting against the force of nature. That’s just not right, right?

So, here I am shamefully late for work and wet like as if I used myself to dry up the salivating mouth of a pervert. People of authority are actually saying that there will still be tons of storms to hit our land and some are even predicting that some earthquake will brush the Philippines away from the map. Gosh Lordly. Hang on for the former and pray that these douche bags are wrong for the latter.

On weathers like this one, I can’t help but really get cold and this eventually leads to massive repetitions of “wee wee” moments; especially now that I actually formed this habit of drinking 20 glasses of water in a daily basis. Also, I have this habit of peeing first in Jollibee before I ride the train on my way to the office and pee in Gateway before I ride my bus on my way home. It feels strange that I normally do this. Sometimes, it gets me thinking if I’m doing any justice for these establishments as I consider them as my huge comfort rooms.

I know, my thought is a little lame. Blame it to the weather. But tell me what your opinion on this is? Oh well, got some presentation tomorrow, better get working now.

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Popping the Knuckles

I know most of us have this habit of stretching and popping our knuckles every time we feel a little too stressed or dormant from some task that we are doing for quite sometime. I am guilty of this deed. I can actually pop my knuckles every so often that sometimes it can be painful already. It’s the first thing I do when I wake up in the morning and also the last thing I’ll before I escape away in the snooze bag. There is a sense of pleasure (oh pleasure) and relaxation every time I would pop my knuckles. There exist the sense of being refreshed and recharged for another or even tons more of finger tasks. (Hmmm finger task?)

I have to admit that sometimes pain in popping the knuckles comes in. It’s a strange pain which made me wonder if popping the knuckles is a bad thing or not. They say that it can make the joints grow bigger making it hard for us to wear a ring. Now, I read from the Reader’s Digest before that popping the knuckles is not a bad deed. This is the reason why I continued implementing the habit.

Now, for the benefit of you people who share the same habit, here’s a little research about the case. The whole study is extracted from howstuffworks.com.

As for the harms associated with this habit, according to Anatomy and Physiology Instructors' Cooperative, only one in-depth study regarding the possible detriments of knuckle popping has been published. This study, done by Raymond Brodeur and published in the Journal of Manipulative and Physiological Therapeutics, examined 300 knuckle crackers for evidence of joint damage. The results revealed no apparent connection between joint cracking and arthritis; however, habitual knuckle poppers did show signs of other types of damage, including soft tissue damage to the joint capsule and a decrease in grip strength. This damage is most likely a result of the rapid, repeated stretching of the ligaments surrounding the joint. A professional baseball pitcher experiences similar, although obviously heightened, effects in the various joints of his pitching arm. But assuming you haven't signed a multimillion dollar contract to constantly pop your knuckles, it hardly seems worth the possible risk to your joints.

On the positive side, there's evidence of increased mobility in joints right after popping. When joints are manipulated, the Golgi tendon organs (a set of nerve endings involved in humans' motion sense) are stimulated and the muscles surrounding the joint are relaxed. This is part of the reason why people can feel "loose" and invigorated after leaving the chiropractor's office, where cavitation is induced as part of the treatment. Backs, knees, elbows and all other movable joints are subject to the same kind manipulation as knuckles are.