Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Good Morning!


Busy for seminar. Just dropped by. Good morning, friends.


Monday, May 27, 2013

Happy Birthday, Lola Tina

Today would have been her 76th birthday. 


Lola Tina, my maternal grandmother, left us four years ago, and I must say it was the first profound sorrow I felt in my life. I always spent my summer vacations with her in the province. She, together with my granpa, had a share of taking good care of my childhood life. 

I have a lot of simple but fond memories of her. I always remember her expressions and reactions when would tend our garden under the sweet smelling rosal, when we would feed our chickens in the backyard, when we would pick sweet pomelo that bore many fruits during the season, when we would walk down the poblacion to buy bread.

And though she has this tendency to hit the ceiling when she's in bad mood, my Lola Tina was a hard coated candy outside but a soft marsh mallow inside. She would come into my bed at dawn and hug me with her loving arms when she would hear me cry baby because I miss home. Now I still seem would want to cry, this time, because I miss her.

Yet every time I miss her nowadays, I think she has ways in which she makes her presence felt, comforting and loving. It must be her playing this old song over the radio sometimes. I don't know but it strikes a chord in me and I have this sudden remembrance of her when I happen to hear it.

 
Must be her own way of saying... It's not how long we held each other's hand / What matters is how well we loved each other / It's not how far we traveled on our way / Of what we found to say / It's not the spring you see, but all the shades of green...

It's not how long I held you in my arms / What matters is how sweet the years together / It's not how many summer times we had to give to fall / The early morning smiles we tearfully recall / What matters most is that we loved at all...

It's not how many summer times we had to give to fall / The early morning smiles we tearfully recall / What matters most is that we loved at all... / What matters most is that we loved at all.
 

Sometimes I wonder, too, if there is a way she would ever know how I am doing today - if she is also beaming with pride every time I excelled or she misses me too like the way I do to her. I am sure she is happy in the hands of the Grand Seigneur up there and with our other loved ones who have gone before us all here.

Thank you for all the memories, Lola Tina. We love you and we always will. Please do know that you are remembered not only on this special day, but always in our lives.


Sunday, May 26, 2013

Throwback Sunday

I miss this place like hell. 

What brings me into this introspection is that I'm here since last night in my flat - a place that I have learned to call my second home since my college days in MSU GenSan.

Everything just seem so nostalgic... the distinct smell of atmosphere, the chlorinated taste of water, and the familiar faces of neighbors, the fading silence of the night... I miss the combination of  rural and urban lifestyle I had here.

All my things are still intact; thanks to my kind landlady who cleans my stuffs in the room at least twice a month. I virtually have everything in it - from bedsheets to shoes and from undies to toiletries. It's really a place I love to call a home.

And though I am the only man in our batch of boarders who kept coming back recently and all the rest of the new occupants now seem strangers, this place remains a living grand stand of beautiful memories of companionship amidst nostalgia and achievement over struggles.

These things hold me back from totally leaving this place behind. It will always surely be a sweet piece that completes the puzzle of my life.




Saturday, May 25, 2013

Bitter In 30 Words

When some people get interested at you and you shut your life off them, they start to open their bitter mouths to others and cut your head behind your back.

Bitter melon, want some? Photo credit: http://islakulinarya.blogspot.com.


Friday, May 24, 2013

It's More FAN: Funny Things To Do During Brownout

The IT'S MORE FAN tagline was started by the people of General Santos City when the city was plagued by the power outage that lasted for almost fourteen hours a day. It's More FAN in GenSan was jokingly adapted after the famous campaign of Department of Tourism dubbed as It's More FUN in the Philippines.

What brought me into this introspection is the anticipation of the scene tomorrow that is going to be described as a drop in electrical power supply system. I don't know the coverage of the brownout, but I think it will be just in our cluster. We still have to be thankful after all that the said outage will last for a day only.

I am confident though that many of us will set the fans aside and make this weekend a truly fun day with a list of options while waiting for the electricity. But if there will be no hope of a brightness until the evening, here are just some crazy things to enjoy in the dark, turning the dull moments into fun!

Photo credit: www.tumblr.com.

1. Take a dramatic walk around the block. Strolling in the dark  can give you a relaxed feeling. It is like walking at the edge of oblivion.

2. Or you if you are located in a village that is far from pollution, look for a swarm of fireflies around and probably catch one.

3. You can always stay at home also and play with the candle, maybe gather drops of wax, form some figures and melt them again in the flame.

4. You can set your mood into a poetic one. Take a seat in the balcony, look at the velvet darkness outside, and try to attempt a literary piece.

5. Or simply watch people pass by and go tripping by greeting them a fine evening for the hell of it. Hit it or miss it. Gather friends or earn enemies.

6. Invite friends over and gather in a circle and start spinning the yarn. You can exchange creepy stories and watch yourselves shiver in terror.

7. Games like hide-and-seek can be also more exciting especially during brownout. Just make sure you're playing with the right persons all along!

8. When I was still living in my flat, I and my boardmates go outside and sing our hearts out with a guitar. That's really cool. Prepare your song requests.

9. Or you can get the flashlight and cast the light under your face. Explore your scariest angle in the mirror and maybe take a picture.

10. And when electricity finally strikes, make contests like who can blow off the candle first or who has the most mosquito bites. Lmao.

Have a happy weekend, readers! It's really more than just FAN; take your time wisely to have FUN!


Thursday, May 23, 2013

Glowing

I met an old acquaintance while I was strolling in the mall this afternoon. It was a nodding meeting, so we made the most of each minute by talking about everything quickly. The first thing she noticed was my tanner look. She said that my "glow" is different.

"Maybe because you look more tan?" she asked.

"Must be my hair color?" I guessed.

"Or your weight gain perhaps?" she wondered.

Until she concluded and decided that I am in a different "glow" because I am truly happy with everything going on my life. Later I looked at myself on a large mirror twice. I couldn't help but agree with her.



I remember Alfred Tennyson who said: The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions.


Wednesday, May 22, 2013

I Love The Malditas

Forget the Askals for now. Meet their women counterpart in football, the Malditas.

I can remember one of my term papers in college entitled MALDITA, but it was pretty much a justification of how important is the effective crafting of villains or antagonists in the development of a literary piece.

Maldita is a Spanish and Filipino word that means a naughty, mean, or stubborn girl. In more informal conversations, when a friend upsets you, maldita is a term of endearment rather than a word of swear when you run out of a word to say.

And enough of linguistics. The Maldita Philippine Women Football Team recently rose to popularity after defeating the hapless Iran squad yesterday in a 6-0 score signifying a blistering start towards their journey to 2014 Asian Women Football Cup.

For its record,the biggest defeat of the Malditas was 0-20 versus China; biggest win 10-0 versus Guam; highest ranking 75th place. The Malditas also bagged the bronze during the 1995 Southeast Asian Games and the gold during the 2012 Los Angeles Viking Cup.

Meanwhile, click their pictures below in order to get to know the roster of mighty women who compose the team as I am also not very familiar with them yet. Credit for all the images used goes to the Malditas Facebook Page. So far, there's eight of them.

















We will be watching and cheering for your continued success! Go, Malditas!


Tuesday, May 21, 2013

My Study Habits

We recently had a two day workshop on making an action research in our district. Part of our final output was developing a proposal of such. I and my colleagues decided that we focus on the causes of poor study habits among pupils. Which leads me to reflect of my own study habits after - mostly those that are my poor study habits.

The research team. Photo credit: Honey Lyn S. Pama.

First, I can study excessively. Most especially on exam periods, I study way too long with way too short breaks. I can study for the whole day and night with short meal breaks. I exactly know my motivations for studying but I am also aware I am overdoing it.

Later I encountered a boardmate who studies as ungodly as I do. It is true that there are bad things you can't see for yourself but only when you see others do it. Think about how neurons are rubbing to master all those horrible notes until wee hours of dawn. It really takes an ounce of strength to try walking straight the following morning.

Second, I like to study minutes before the quiz or exam.I have this habit of imagining what I have studied some fifteen minutes before the moment of truth. Oftentimes I tend to be a victim of law of forgetting, so cram attack me shortly and I scan my notes quickly again.

Cramming hours or minutes before the exam as a study strategy can be an effective or stressful habit, depending on how a person deals it. Most experienced people say it is almost always not good, but for my style it expands the capacity of my memory to accommodate information efficiently at the last minute when there is time pressure.

Third, aside from sleeping, holding my notes is the next most relaxing thing I do with my bed. It's not that I wasn't taught the standards of reading, but nothing makes me feel minimally pressured than being in a heaven of softness where I can lie down comfortably, looking to the book at the side or looking to my chest having the book.

Mom used to reprimand me on this habit. Studying while lying down forces your eye muscles to exert strength, that is the reason I know the least. I think I'm paying the price lately when I can't read for long periods the way I used to.One surely wouldn't want to develop serious visual challenges, would one?


Photo Credit: http://uratexblog.com.

While there is no one best study habit for everyone, I think I need to change some of my study habits although there is really nothing to study more because I am dead tired of pursuing any academic endeavor in the graduate school at the present and I have decided to shut the word "study" off my vocabulary.

How about you, readers?


Monday, May 20, 2013

Brigada Eskwela!

BRIGADA ESKWELA with that exclamation point!

Our Brigada Eskwela kicked off today. This is a nationwide activity often known as schools maintenance week where teachers, parents, leaders and students join hands basically to prepare the school for the approaching opening of classes.


Photo Credit: DepEd Philippines Facebook Page.

We went to our station at Sabino Elementary School early this morning. There were a handful of people who came to take part in the activity. It was a sad truth to know though that not a lot of people around the community take responsibility in this once a year spirit of cooperation.

Many times as I have observed in school activities, parents take part only when tangible rewards are at stake. Call it a low level of motivation, but sometimes we cannot blame those we overhear that they cannot sacrifice a day of work in order to look for their families and keep the wolf from the door.

In other big schools, many parents choose to extend financial counterpart when they cannot attend to help. While this can be a good way to show "alternative" form of support, the spirit of cooperation which is the very essence of the Brigada Eskwela is oftentimes neglected.

Back this morning, a parent who was later nosy of what was going on came our way. He was saying he does not have a child who goes to our school anymore, so he is not taking part. We corrected him that the school is an institution of the community whether he has child attending the school or no.

Which brings me to the idea of the roles of stakeholders in the life of a school. Many times we have to bring into light that the school is a property of the community - of the people who compose around the school regardless of how "connected" they are to the school. Hence, it is the social responsibility of everyone to support whatever program and activity that would develop the institution further.

Having said all these in a near rant, I leave to you the meaning of that exclamation point.


Sunday, May 19, 2013

Go To Inferno!

Five words. I am having second thoughts.

After his international blockbusters, the thriller master Dan Brown is back for another story fusing history, science and literature in his fifth novel entitled INFERNO. 

This latest novel is based on the first of the triumvirate parts of the classic epic Divine Comedy composed by the famous medieval writer Dante Alighieri.

The novel would surely be an educational trip again to museums and galleries with an exciting dash of riddles and intrigues along the way.

However, it seems that most of the online reviews point out that Inferno is pretty much molded from its predecessor novels: hero in distress, a damsel in toe, a chase sequence, a group trying to kill, an international intrigue  - a formula that Dan Brown had used across his past novels, which I have all read.

Alright, enough of spoiling my own fun and yours. I haven't grabbed a copy and I am taking with a grain of salt about buying this expensive book. I think a borrow of this book from my friends would be enough to stop my doubts about it.


Saturday, May 18, 2013

Country Roads

Life is an unspoken metaphor called journey. Sometimes we take smooth roads. At other times we encounter bumpy trails and rough patches.


Along the way, we meet different people. Some are meant to challenge our faith before a river of test. Others are meant to help us cross through a bridge of friendship.


Many times, things won't go our way. We get off the route and take a detour that would translate to new adventures, surprises, and experiences.


Keep going - that's what we are told. Yet in taking the inevitable stops at the unknown stations, we see newer vistas and wider horizons of life.


When we finally reach our destination, we can only say we succeed on our journey if we engage in our purpose. Only then a journey can be said worthwhile.


And at the end of everything, we realize that the road is actually endless, and just one of the countless more journeys to take ahead. So, life must go on again.



Friday, May 17, 2013

Thorns, Spines And Prickles

On a typical weekend, it is a major decision for most of us on how to spend this two most precious days best so that we can be relieved from stress and pressure brought by work. 

Aside from my blogging life, what keeps me engrossed on typical weekends is my cactus collection at home. I have been an enthusiast of cactus for the last ten years. I really don't know how I got inspiration but I am just obsessed with the diversity of forms, shapes and colors of these unique plants.

There are a few of my old time cactuses which survived into awesome clusters after years of neglect and attacks of disease. Most of my present collections are a fresh batch, so it would take more patience to wait them finally grow beautifully.

I currently have over one hundred varieties from ordinary to rare, and collecting more. Among these, I also started to include a few succulents and a growing number of spikes in my collection.

I have been researching and planning on how to build a cactus house but as for now I placed my cactus in a long stand just beside our balcony where the sun does not shine full and the rain cannot directly reach.






Well, have a happy weekend my dear friends!


Thursday, May 16, 2013

War Of Our Fathers

One of the few things that piqued my attention during my recent wanderlust at SM City GenSan was the ongoing exhibit of Philippine Veterans Bank at the 2nd floor.

Dubbed as "War of our Fathers", the exhibit shows different artifacts and photographs from the American and Japanese occupations of the country. Looking at the exhibit panels and stands is one of the best ways to walk down the lane of our history and appreciate the sacrifices of the great freedom fighters.


The words that follow below were printed in a banner displayed at the facade of the exhibit. Funny, I typed with might and main all these in my phone since I didn't have a pen or camera when I dropped by.

A Tribute to the Freedom Fighters

When those of us, who lived through those days, die... the world will forget. -James Reuter, S.J.

In darker days, one can easily forget to live. But in the brighter days, one would not easily forget how during the dark times, not everyone forgot to live.

As Filipino guerillas fought for freedom, doctors, nurses and volunteers healed the wounded. As priests, nuns and lay ministers provided refuge, men, women and children from all walks of life struggled to reclaim a nation that fell into darkness.

They are the freedom fighters, the bearers of light, the dreamers and redeemers of the Filipino soul, our fathers who knew how to live and when to die for country and for its people...

And for us, the sons and daughters, and grandchildren of those who suffered and fought valiantly in that infamous war, we, who now live in brighter days, enjoying the freedom they so dearly paid for with life and limb.

Six decades or a lifetime is never enough to forget, and we remember with gratitude and pride... The War of our Fathers. 


Just how many of us can look back with thankful hearts to our forefathers who gave us this freedom that we all now enjoy, and some even abuse? It's about time to. 


Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Irresponsible Sharing

Whether we like it or not, Nancy Binay is winning.

I feel bad last night with people circulating this link around the internet. My blood pressure rose a bit again this morning after listening over the radioIt's the same issue: Philippines being ranked by Times Magazine as the most stupid country after electing Nancy Binay as a senator. I am not a supporter of anyone, but I believe that some people are just so insensitive and irresponsible.

First, to the social site users. I can sense that many of those who seriously shared the link and subsequently made others believe were completely unaware that it is only a satirical and fictional news website where the articles were just written with the intention to poke fun on rather unfavored news. Any critical reader can notice that note on the right side widget of the blog where that article was published. Go, find it.

Second, to the radio commentary host of a certain local station. What annoyed me so much was the host sounding factual in telling the issue without giving any hint to the listeners of the understanding that the information given is just for entertainment because he himself as a commentator in the first place was unaware of it. You claim to defend freedom but you do not stand to assume responsibility.


"It's true," a misled reader shared the article in a social network, affirming the rather fictional title he read regarding Nancy Binay and our country in effect as a fact. The modern adage says: Google before you tweet, which means be sensitive and responsible enough of what you write or say.

And even if we say we all know it is just a satirical and fictional write up, Nancy Binay does not deserve to be bashed like anyone else this way. For the record, I personally did not vote for her and I have a heap of other political dislikes but I never came to the idea of turning into a troll.

Some might say we live in a democratic country, but for the sake of democracy do not throw grenade at your own people and country. If the aim of satire is to inject humor into news to provide respite to the readers, know how to draw the line between entertaining an audience and hurting a person.

Just my two cents. Move on, people.


Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Behind The Bars

Everytime the word "jail" slithers in conversations, I personally feel something anxious. I have never been to jail in my whole life until yesterday to facilitate the special election process. Looking at the two storey building with our incarcerated brothers in orange shirt behind the bars is really an intimidating event.

I couldn't wholly imagine if I will be imprisoned inside one of those cells. Limited spaces. Frozen wishes. Clipped opportunities. Unabbreviated dreams. I couldn't afford to lose this most prized freedom of being an autarchic human unless I go nutty like a fruit cake and blow an innocent brain out.

But I realized that at some point I am in fact long been a captive of my own self. I think that I am to an extent the damn engineer of our my imprisonment. I have been building those bars around myself to set limits to otherwise beautiful things.  

There are times when I deliberately ignore people and shut them all out of my life. It feels being distant and I start to become a hater in a claustrophobic world that I myself make. But thanks to my acknowledgement of hate as an unworthy emotion and I know I am not the imprisoned person I want to be.

Sometimes I deny to myself the things that I deserve and I handcuff myself in hypocrite humility. It is like trapping myself when I know I've got to believe myself. Would have it not been for defense mechanism called sublimation, I would have been suffocated to simplism without placing cushion of laughter between praises and pressures.

My own self, and nobody else, is the instrument of captivity or freedom. To some degree I am jailed in my own irrational self but most of the time the choice to be free is always mine with the divinity that shapes me.

Share with compassion for life is really meant to be shared. Love again because it is lovelier the second time around. And expand because the world outside is an endless opportunity.




Monday, May 13, 2013

Post Election Thoughts

Alright, election will be over in about hours and we can almost sigh that sigh of relief. May we all have voted wisely, that is we did vote not driven by tainted motives and unbridled desires.

What makes me afraid though is how many of us will be satisfied with the outcome, leave everything in comfort to the elected officials, and regret after years realizing that the change we were looking did not happen. Will we just wait in idle for another election again?

We exercise our right to choose our leaders by going to poll precincts, and with that right comes responsibility. Election day is not only the time when we can act, but every day beyond and after we can be the masters of change in our society.

After the election process, we need to set aside our personal ideologies and work for that change hand in hand. Sounds like a big idea and tough act but all the possibilities are just at the tip of each of our fingers.

We can make that change in our families, circles, schools, churches, organizations and communities. Wherever we are, we can institute change by doing our parts responsibly. Little as it may seem, these parts comprise the collective change that we want for our nation.



If you are a teacher like me, do not corrupt the time to feed the souls of our hungry children. Or if you are a working in any public office, do not corrupt the money that otherwise would have been be the money of our nation. 

If you are an employee in key agencies, do not corrupt the effort of those who fall in the long line by working lazily. Or if you are a farmer, do not corrupt your self thinking how small your role for without you the country would be hungry.

And let us not forget to watch vigilantly our elected leaders, support them on endeavors that help our society, and hold them accountable for their every action.

We cannot just rest on our laurels for much more needs to be done. As Barack Obama said: Change will not come if we wait for some other person or some other time. We are the ones we've been waiting for. We are the change that we seek.



Sunday, May 12, 2013

Rock The Vote

I will be a part of the Special Board of Election Inspectors in the provincial jail on election process tomorrow. The field testing and sealing was done a few days ago, which included the printing of the election returns, confirming the machine results with manual count, and sealing the machine after a successful test.

From our experience during the field testing and sealing using the precinct count optical scan, here are some shading reminders I would just like to share before the election day comes.

1. Shade the circle dark enough, but do not over shade. This might distract the readability in the machine.

2. Shading two circles or filling two votes against single position is wrong. The machine will not in any way consider that.

3. Vote just enough and do not over vote. For example, shade just twelve circles for senators and no more. Otherwise, the machine will not count all your votes from that position.

4. Do not check, line, tick or cross the circle that corresponds to your vote. Although the cross was counted by the machine during the testing, it is better to be safe than sorry.

5. Over writing and marking on the ballot may result to machine error and probability that your paper will be considered void.


So, don't waste your freedom to choose just because of a small mistake. Each wise vote counts. And when there is more than just one who take part in the election process intelligently, that is when we can truly make a difference! 


Saturday, May 11, 2013

Happy Mother's Day


To my Mom and all the mothers: Happy Mother's Day!

The admiration that the world has for you defies reason. You are a counselor, a teacher, a nurturer, a friend, a cheerer, and simply a mother. You never stop loving us without asking for something in return and your love is the sincerest of all in the world.

As someone once said, you are made special by God that with you serving as a light of the family, a house becomes a home, and with children a heaven.

 A selected compilation of quotes about the sweetest word "mother" is shared here as a fitting tribute to you.

"Being a full-time mother is one of the highest salaried jobs... since the payment is pure love."
- Mildred B. Vermont

"A mother is a person who, seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie."
- Tenneva Jordan

"The best medicine in the world is a mother's kiss."
- Anonymous

"The hand that rocks the cradle is the hand that rules the world."
- W.R. Wallace

"God could not be everywhere and therefore He made mothers."
- Jewish Proverb

"To a child's ear, 'mother' is magic in any language."
- Arlene Benedict

"God sees us through our Mothers' eyes and rewards us for our virtues."
- Ganeshan Venkatarman

"Life began with waking up and loving my mother's face."
- George Eliot

"Mother is the name of God in the lips and hearts of children."
- William Thackeray

"A good mother is worth hundreds of schoolmasters."
- George Herbert

"The mother's heart is the child's schoolroom."
- Henry Ward Beecher

"For all the ways you've helped me grow I want to say I love you so."
- Unknown

"Who ran to help me when I fell, or kissed the place to make it well? My mother."
- Ann Taylor

"A mother understands what a child does not say."
- Jewish proverb

"Mother is the home we come from. She is nature, soil, ocean."
- Erich Fromm




Friday, May 10, 2013

Renew PRC ID at SM GenSan

Expired PRC identification card and want to renew? You don't have to go far and wide like me because here is a nearer center. If you are from SOCSKSARGEN area, you can drop by the Business Services, 3rd Floor, SM City GenSan.

As printed in the small piece of paper I got from the center, the requirements in order to renew are the following:

1 piece 1 X 1 ID Picture in white background with name tag
Passport Size ID Picture in white background with name tag
Php 50.00 Service Fee
Renewal Payment depending on profession
Application Form

There is also a bit drama for you need to wear polo or blouse with collar upon processing the renewal because they will take a picture of you right at the center to probably validate further your authorization.

Moreover, in double harness with SSS, PhilHealth, PAG IBIG, NSO, and Department of Trade and Industry, the Business Services also caters bill payment, currency exchange, remittance, and government services.


P.S. Thank you, Melvin Calixton, an MSU batchmate.


Thursday, May 9, 2013

Of Greens and Other Colors

Have I told you that our front yard is a haven of different kinds of plants? If I haven't, then this post should serve.

I cleaned the memory card of our camera today and I was able to spot these random shots of plants in our garden. This blog ought not to flood with pictures, so here are some - just some.

S is for its name succulent and for its being sensitive.

Anyone knows the name of this yellow blossom?

One of the four varieties of hanging begonias.

Lovely in red.

Fortune plant with a nest of bird.

Flowers attract butterflies but this cactus smells like corpse.

When is fern special? When kissed by dewdrops.

Oh, no ordinary oregano.



Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Summer Is Over And So Are We


Things change like leaves of tree
Young swallows learn to be free
Left summer skin I shed off me
Summer is over, and so are we.


Daylight hours seem don't agree
Wind whispers the cold decree
Warmer feelings I used to be
Summer is over, and so are we.


Lost is nature's outside spree
Fading is chant of the laboring bee
In my room a sea of ceiling I see
Summer is over, and so are we.


Tuesday, May 7, 2013

The Teacher and The Heart

I got inspired by the simple metaphor comparing the teacher to a hallow organ called heart in our seminar today. Recognizing the importance of every teacher, the educational system is destined to fail if the teachers skip beating, that is when they don't perform their duties well.

More than a bare analogy, for me this is a call to enrich our craft and serve our learners with sincerity and commitment just the way heart is the source of love.



"Every teacher is the heart of the school system. The heart pumps blood in the same manner that the teacher gives life."

Enough said.


Monday, May 6, 2013

I'm Left Handed


Recently we had a meeting. I was editing the manuscript of school background when our head teacher noticed my way of writing.

"I never noticed you are a left handed, good at numbers" he commented, looking amused that I am.

"Oh, nope, I am ambidextrous!" I reacted jokingly as I shifted my pen grip on right hand and pretended to be writing.

I take pride on being a left handed and I haven't just discovered my mathematical intelligence yet... Lmao.


Sunday, May 5, 2013

Just Give Me A Reason

I've never seen Pink steal a scene until last night when I happened to hear the new chart topper "Just Give Me A Reason". Rather than the usual single perspective song, it features band singer Nate Ruess along with Pink herself.


Many songs play metaphoric lyrics but this one has simple and direct that conveys deep emotions. Holding on when everything else appear to fall apart seems to be the general theme of the song.

The music is appealing and fascinating. For instance, I love the twist in rhythm at the chorus line "and we can learn to love again". It is sensational, and it tells the dash of ardor that the kind of people in the song are feeling.

Compared to the other hit of Pink entitled "Pill" which is the only song I know of her, "Just Give Me A Reason does not have swear word and mean reputation. It is more wholesome and emotional.

However, sometimes I can hear Nate singing in higher notes than Pink. Since it's a love tale shared by a man and a woman, I think it would be better if there should be a distinct voice of each, not a duet that seem homogeneous when they sing together.

Moreover, the music video is well crafted. Emotional separation was best depicted through an allegory where Pink kept tossing alone in bed with a stuffed bear amidst the night, water and fog that served as her world.

As a whole, this song is pleasing. It is living forward to what it wants to convey and enjoying a widespread favor among the listening crowd.

Check out the song below:




Saturday, May 4, 2013

May the 4th Be With You

I was wondering what might be special today as I saw a few around the social networks write a queer greeting as the title of this post says.

As I later googled here, May 4 is known as "Star Wars Day". It is jokingly said: "May the 4th be with you" in reference to the popular phrase in Star Wars: "May the Force be with You".

But since I am a no huge Star Wars fan and instead of inviting Star Wars fans to come over, I dallied my way with my two best troopers Weng Clarete and Elisa Batallones to Asian Tongue. It was actually a promised date with them.



Asian Tongue in Koronadal City is located just along GenSan Drive. Manage your expectations like me because there are no aircon facilities; only burning candles to shoo away the flies and hanging Chinese lanterns to probably live to that Asian flavor.

The restaurant is one of those few that offer the affordable buffet called "eat all you can" for ninety nine pesos only. While we were talking about anything, my two pals who are occasional diners at the restaurant told me to eat everything off my plate because they charge for left overs.

It would be too premature to rate Asian Tongue. Perhaps a comeback to taste their Asian menu is a good idea.

After that, we headed to KCC Mall to idle dally. I was fortunate enough to drop by Book Sale because there were new stocks. I was able to grab a second hand copy of The Loves of Harry Dancer, another novel by my favorite writer Lawrence Sanders. This erotic suspense novel spins a seductive web for two female predators whose goal is to capture the heart of a man in a game of deadly intrigue.

I decided to break my compulsions on favorite authors, so I also ventured on science fictions and bought Science Fiction: The Best of 2004, a collection of twelve best science fiction prose. From the list, I am initially intrigued with "The Lost Pilgrim" by Gene Wolfe, "Three Days in a Border Town" by Jeff Vandeermeer, and "The Tang Dynasty Underwater Pyramid" by Walter Williams.


So, that's all I did this day of May the 4th Be With You since I am a no huge Star Wars fan and instead of inviting Star Wars fans to come over.