Icings on the Cake

The best part of blogging is when you think you have the monopoly of wit; you discover that you do not. And later, you whisper to yourself, “I blog in the hope that all beholding my light may see.” See what? How could that be when you only have left-over thoughts, and sometimes a mixture of life’s kaleidosthoughts (which is actually a kaleidoscope)? Remember, you are the seventh stranger still.

Looking out at the world with a wandering mind (and sometimes with an insomniac’s mind), you take a dig at blogging one day at a time. Then you think that this project will deal with small talks on everyday life, or quaere verum, or your favorite food palabok.

No more drama please. But when you go over what you’ve written, you exclaimed silently, “My, these are my confessions.” Not to worry, you tell yourself, “This is still a work in progress anyway. Surely this will remind me of more than what I want to remember.” Then you flashed the grin (without a cat of course), “What if I write about love and other demons, or about my kurokuroatbp., or about being malaya? Way to heavy, bro.

Then you imagine yourself as a daragang magayon like V (for Vina) strutting on the catwalk with a flight manual for dummies. Or Luchie in Singapore just thinking out loud, “Hay, microwave buhay!” Did I hear her say, “Gimme a break!” too?

Wait… would you agree that blogging is also a pessimist addiction perhaps of a bobang pinay? Mhel’s thoughts in passing sometimes gives the impression. But don’t get me wrong, the lady writes openly or better, candidly. Her blog speaks out that life is also a r(a)ocky road sighing, “This is the ocean of my being…” or “Read my mind as it is.”

But hey, before I say adios, and never cease to stop mumbling, I got tips. Try flipping through the pages of the Dubai Chronicles. You will see the world. Try the Prada Mama Chronicles, or the Butterfly Journal. You will see God’s gift – your family. There is also one interesting blog that tells about the joy of being a single father and it is written in the pages of My Life with D. Try to be joyful everyday with diarios de alegria. I assure you guys these are blogs of great people. They are indeed icings on the cake.

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The Big Enchilada*

I am into a craze. You may call it blogging bugs. Aren’t you into it, too?

Lest I’d be haunted with the anino ni abaniko, I try to bloghop more often than not, equipped with some notes from the peanut gallery, with a glimpse of the steadfast x-pat files, and sometimes with a thought of carrying it out with bonete y cafe. Coffee is one addiction that I cannot do without, you know. But I am not the coffee goddess.

Staring at the bughaw skies, or at the cream-colored or tinged-with- gray ceiling, or simply working under the canopy, with a slip of the pen, I write. Starting with Dear Sage… oops… I forgot, I am not writing a letter for Sage. I am trying to create a scenario out of simple thoughts.

Sometimes I find myself wondering what goes inside the mind of a single guy. How many times was he faced with the crimson crux of deciding to stay single forever? (Just asking, not prying  😀 ) It must be enjoyable whirling alone like a fish in a bowl, or as Gibbs Cadiz hinted, is it a boring life? Maybe he was pleased and stuck on the dictum cogito ergo sam, or was it cogito cogito ergo cogito sum.

I ponder mga turo ni tito rolly, or mga kuro-kuro ni ka uro, and tiyo delyo’s kalambogesiyons at iba pa and ended mixed up! 😀 Seriously, these guys give you the comfort of home sweet home in its real sense. A visit to their place is like solace from a journey to Honeyville, like a warm reception from the balay ni Bambit, and also like the sundry atmosphere at ménage à Kat.

Punzi’s corner is one corner I visit when I need to educate myself with law-related things. And when my eyes ache from the letters, phrases and quotation marks, i feast my eyes with the goodies at Sidney’s sari-sari store. You want to feel makabayan? Go visit My EPinoy’s blog. You want to go gaga about kikay effects? Then read Gigi as she goes gaga about beauty tips with side dishes of quirky inspirations. I wonder if she had written about the G spot (*smirk). The J spot is altogether a different thing, of course.

When the citizen on Mars defends divergent poles in the parallel universe of politics, he makes you feel you are not in the warped zone of the political arena. How can he be so updated and interested of world events and issues I chose to elude? Well, every one to his taste. Take for example, how Artkitekto indulges himself with the football league championship, or the Filipino librarian with the newest technology in library science, or the special education teacher in Washington DC also with her newest teaching and technology discoveries. Need more? Everybody knows how pinayexpat in Deutschland, and some others make it big by problogging. But by jove! I love to be a sunshine pinay, too!

And I say to someone… wish you were here. Wish it was like yesterday.

The Big Enchilada*

I am into a craze. You may call it blogging bugs. Aren’t you into it, too?

Lest I’d be haunted with the anino ni abaniko, I try to bloghop more often than not, equipped with some notes from the peanut gallery, with a glimpse of the steadfast x-pat files, and sometimes with a thought of carrying it out with bonete y cafe. Coffee is one addiction that I cannot do without, you know. But I am not the coffee goddess.

Staring at the bughaw skies, or at the cream-colored or tinged-with- gray ceiling, or simply working under the canopy, with a slip of the pen, I write. Starting with Dear Sage… oops… I forgot, I am not writing a letter for Sage. I am trying to create a scenario out of simple thoughts.

Sometimes I find myself wondering what goes inside the mind of a single guy. How many times was he faced with the crimson crux of deciding to stay single forever? (Just asking, not prying  😀 ) It must be enjoyable whirling alone like a fish in a bowl, or as Gibbs Cadiz hinted, is it a boring life? Maybe he was pleased and stuck on the dictum cogito ergo sam, or was it cogito cogito ergo cogito sum.

I ponder mga turo ni tito rolly, or mga kuro-kuro ni ka uro, and tiyo delyo’s kalambogesiyons at iba pa and ended mixed up! 😀 Seriously, these guys give you the comfort of home sweet home in its real sense. A visit to their place is like solace from a journey to Honeyville, like a warm reception from the balay ni Bambit, and also like the sundry atmosphere at ménage à Kat.

Punzi’s corner is one corner I visit when I need to educate myself with law-related things. And when my eyes ache from the letters, phrases and quotation marks, i feast my eyes with the goodies at Sidney’s sari-sari store. You want to feel makabayan? Go visit My EPinoy’s blog. You want to go gaga about kikay effects? Then read Gigi as she goes gaga about beauty tips with side dishes of quirky inspirations. I wonder if she had written about the G spot (*smirk). The J spot is altogether a different thing, of course.

When the citizen on Mars defends divergent poles in the parallel universe of politics, he makes you feel you are not in the warped zone of the political arena. How can he be so updated and interested of world events and issues I chose to elude? Well, every one to his taste. Take for example, how Artkitekto indulges himself with the football league championship, or the Filipino librarian with the newest technology in library science, or the special education teacher in Washington DC also with her newest teaching and technology discoveries. Need more? Everybody knows how pinayexpat in Deutschland, and some others make it big by problogging. But by jove! I love to be a sunshine pinay, too!

And I say to someone… wish you were here. Wish it was like yesterday.

Why Can’t They Be Happy for Others?

Recently there were people who were promoted and were given a raise. One of those promoted became controversial because of a joke that she was given a big amount which was bought by a listener and had spread like fire. It was learned that somebody even reacted unlikely to the news. The promotion was not yet official because management had not circulated a memorandum yet.

I can just imagine how these aspirants create a stir among a group of disgruntled employees. It was proven afterwards by the tales of some others that some of them have negative reactions. It’s to be expected because these people will do anything to make that person look as if undeserving.

It appeared that in every organization with a diverse group of people, one of those dangerous people is people that cannot afford to be happy for others, Their ‘envy rots their bones’ resulting to damaging remarks. Instead of working out plans to improve, or instead of evaluating their performances, they pounce on this poor individual whose only ‘fault’ was to be recognized because of the efforts.

And speaking of people who can’t be happy for others, there must be reasons. Here is an account about two mothers, one is a gratified mother, and the other is a mortified one:

The gratified mother announced to a friend that her daughter is a possible candidate as university scholar. It happened that the mortified mother was there, silent but was all ears to the news. The gratified mother spoke naturally with no intentions of bragging. She told her friend that her daughter even got a flat 1.0 in one of her subjects. Her friend was so excited to hear the news (as is expected from friends). The mortified mother was silent, not saying a word. When the gratified mother left, the mortified one exclaimed, “That is a very easy subject!”

This mortified mother received weeks ago her daughter’s report card and the results were bad. Her son purportedly skipped classes for obvious reasons. Her husband left her for another.

I think it is not necessary anymore to explain why the upset mother suddenly blurted out her bitterness. Though we all naturally experience envy, welcoming it with arms wide open surely will be the start of all those negative feelings towards others. Why not join the fun? Why not congratulate a winner or somebody who got promoted or somebody who had received good news? After all, to be happy for others will surely invite good vibes. It will even make your heart healthy and will give you a peaceful life.

Why Can’t They Be Happy for Others?

Recently there were people who were promoted and were given a raise. One of those promoted became controversial because of a joke that she was given a big amount which was bought by a listener and had spread like fire. It was learned that somebody even reacted unlikely to the news. The promotion was not yet official because management had not circulated a memorandum yet.

I can just imagine how these aspirants create a stir among a group of disgruntled employees. It was proven afterwards by the tales of some others that some of them have negative reactions. It’s to be expected because these people will do anything to make that person look as if undeserving.

And speaking of people who can’t be happy for others, there must be reasons. Here is an account about two mothers, one is a gratified mother, and the other is a mortified one:

The gratified mother announced to a friend that her daughter is a possible candidate as university scholar. It happened that the mortified mother was there, silent but was all ears to the news. The gratified mother spoke naturally with no intentions of bragging. She told her friend that her daughter even got a flat 1.0 in one of her subjects. Her friend was so excited to hear the news (as is expected from friends). The mortified mother was silent, not saying a word. When the gratified mother left, the mortified one exclaimed, “That is a very easy subject!”

This mortified mother received weeks ago her daughter’s report card and the results were bad. Her son purportedly skipped classes for obvious reasons. Her husband left her for another.

I think it is not necessary anymore to explain why the upset mother suddenly blurted out her bitterness. Though we all naturally experience envy, welcoming it with arms wide open surely will be the start of all those negative feelings towards others. Why not join the fun? Why not congratulate a winner or somebody who got promoted or somebody who had received good news? After all, to be happy for others will surely invite good vibes. It will even make your heart healthy and will give you a peaceful life.

Innocence, Nudity and Sex

Why do we, as parents, tell the kids to close their eyes, or even tell them to go upstairs or go to their room when there is a kissing scene or a love scene on the television? I bet most parents were faced with a situation where they switch to a channel and there was a love or kissing scene, and there… was the little boy or girl with mouth agape trying to sink in what was happening to the two smooching fellas on teevee. Or the scene could be that they suddenly appeared and the parents had no time anymore to switch to another channel so that they will not see the love or the kissing scene, but they did see!

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When my son was twelve or maybe younger (I couldn’t exactly recall), I was watching a rated R movie on cable TV downstairs and the leading lady was making love to one of the characters (minus the breast and ‘down under’ exposure). She was like humping and perspiring. Being so engrossed with the movie, I did not notice that my son was already up from his afternoon nap upstairs. He let out a question, “Why is she perspiring?” To my shock I was not able to find the right words to say but managed to reply, “They are making love.” “But why is she perspiring?” came the question again. I switched to another channel and said, “You will come to know that when you cross the bridge (or something to that effect).” He went silently to the dining room and I was left wondering what was going on in his mind.

I actually doubted if I said the right thing but I realized that we parents sometimes overdo things in order to protect our children. Kids just need simple answers. I could have told him, “She is perspiring because of the activity.” Or “Maybe it is ‘hot’.” 🙂 That could be more comprehensible.

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An officemate once related a story about his nine-year old daughter. His daughter took a bath and when she’s done, she ran from the bathroom naked attempting to cover her butt with her small hands. We were laughing trying to imagine how she looked like while running naked covering her butt with her hands. It was such innocence that she covered her butt instead of her more private part. I could not remember if my officemate succeeded explaining why she had to cover her ‘other’ part instead of her butt.

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One of the stories that had me laughing, too, is about a couple who shares the same room with their one-year-old daughter. They were in the middle of their act of lovemaking when suddenly the daughter woke up, eyes wide staring at them. It was too late to stop the activity because the husband was nearing climax. And while the daughter continued staring at them feeding herself with her bottled milk, and wife equally looking at the little girl whispering to her husband that the baby is wide awake, the husband did not stop to reach his goal. 😛

 

Innocence, Nudity and Sex

Why do we, as parents, tell the kids to close their eyes, or even tell them to go upstairs or go to their room when there is a kissing scene or a love scene on the television? I bet most parents were faced with a situation where they switch to a channel and there was a love or kissing scene, and there… was the little boy or girl with mouth agape trying to sink in what was happening to the two smooching fellas on teevee. Or the scene could be that they suddenly appeared and the parents had no time anymore to switch to another channel so that they will not see the love or the kissing scene, but they did see!

—–

When my son was twelve or maybe younger (I couldn’t exactly recall), I was watching a rated R movie on cable TV downstairs and the leading lady was making love to one of the characters (minus the breast and ‘down under’ exposure). She was like humping and perspiring. Being so engrossed with the movie, I did not notice that my son was already up from his afternoon nap upstairs. He let out a question, “Why is she perspiring?” To my shock I was not able to find the right words to say but managed to reply, “They are making love.” “But why is she perspiring?” came the question again. I switched to another channel and said, “You will come to know that when you cross the bridge (or something to that effect).” He went silently to the dining room and I was left wondering what was going on in his mind.

I actually doubted if I said the right thing but I realized that we parents sometimes overdo things in order to protect our children. Kids just need simple answers. I could have told him, “She is perspiring because of the activity.” Or “Maybe it is ‘hot’.” 🙂 That could be more comprehensible.

——-

An officemate once related a story about his nine-year old daughter. His daughter took a bath and when she’s done, she ran from the bathroom naked attempting to cover her butt with her small hands. We were laughing trying to imagine how she looked like while running naked covering her butt with her hands. It was such innocence that she covered her butt instead of her more private part. I could not remember if my officemate succeeded explaining why she had to cover her ‘other’ part instead of her butt.

—–

One of the stories that had me laughing, too, is about a couple who shares the same room with their one-year-old daughter. They were in the middle of their act of lovemaking when suddenly the daughter woke up, eyes wide staring at them. It was too late to stop the activity because the husband was nearing climax. And while the daughter continued staring at them feeding herself with her bottled milk, and wife equally looking at the little girl whispering to her husband that the baby is wide awake, the husband did not stop to reach his goal. 😛