Funny how lies motivates us through provocation. Such as a denial, "I would not, despite the fact that I can"; or such as assumption, assuming what is most unreal to our reality: "I can, perhaps I will, despite the unlikelihood of circumstances." How thin is the distance of a lie from the truth; how easy to mistake illusion, or a dream, from reality. Today I am but a friend who is so vacant, with much stupor to accommodate friends. Tomorrow, I might be in spaces unraveling what I have dreamed, keeping away from certain vacancy.
In like state, today, I write not-- not for anything at all, not for anything in the world, nor for whom!
I am a poet, sometimes I realize, bereft of real muse.
It's sad to be inspired by all that is passing, such as when I drive the car and see on the road beautiful scenery, such as the art of the heavens. Yet to be amused by something I cannot touch, I cannot keep in my pocket, I cannot infuse in my muscles, but instead pass through-- just pass through without the assurance of getting back with it again
Can a thought of a being as a being become a lie? How about the proclamation of a truth that have expired, after having transpired for but a brief moment despite infinity, a statement that (was) true but is not anymore? Or how about the truth that one feels inside without ...
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Apologetic Disclaimer on this Page
Laugh if you must, on these entries. I have had this blog way back before I was born. But, I'm putting this preserved and for safe keeping. For the sake of seeing improvements, and taking good laughs at my own.
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Cheers!
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Tuesday, May 24, 2011
What is this?
Why "The foot of Time"? What is the foot of time?
It has been asked before, and apparently, still being asked.
what my blog really is about and what's going on in my mind?
Plain and simple, directly to the point, "The foot of time" is what's going on in my mind. Miscellaneous as it is.
I decided to name it that, because I know, I think, that my perspectives on different aspects are still subject to change and different more rendition of influences. As time goes by with me, we walk, briskly. We gallop. We run. As we pass though, I wish to keep it recorded so when time comes, I'll look back and just take a big big laugh on my own thoughts and writings. Or maybe, when I look back, I'll find awe in my own writings. Either-way, when we wish to look back, there would be some webpage we can call ours and distinguish a clearer rather than strange and obscured picture of how we were.
Does this answer my answer?
It has been asked before, and apparently, still being asked.
what my blog really is about and what's going on in my mind?
Plain and simple, directly to the point, "The foot of time" is what's going on in my mind. Miscellaneous as it is.
I decided to name it that, because I know, I think, that my perspectives on different aspects are still subject to change and different more rendition of influences. As time goes by with me, we walk, briskly. We gallop. We run. As we pass though, I wish to keep it recorded so when time comes, I'll look back and just take a big big laugh on my own thoughts and writings. Or maybe, when I look back, I'll find awe in my own writings. Either-way, when we wish to look back, there would be some webpage we can call ours and distinguish a clearer rather than strange and obscured picture of how we were.
Does this answer my answer?
De-uling
paulit ulit
ang pagpindot
ang pag hihintay
sa pabalik balik
mong inikot
tuldok
tuldok
tuldok...
may uling
ang utak ng makina
na siyang kataas taas
ng halaga
binayaran kang
kalahati
ng kalahati ng libo
at sa pag-pasok
sa iyo'y
mas malaki ang perwisyo
aba't ang presyo ng uling ay
ganito ninenegosyo?
Bitin-
napatutulala
nayayamot
nakasisira ng umaga
ang iyong silbi'y magpadali
ng sistema
ngunit de-uling
at nais na kitang
ikundena, at idemanda.
bow.
Ito ang mga panahong nagtutuos kami ni PUP.EDU.PH (S.I.S) para makapag enroll.
!@$#&*#%)@!&#%)_@@##$#$@!# matapos ka na please? kahapon ka pa ha.
:)) la lang.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Modus Bente Singko Operandi
Isang pasimple at mapagtagong porma ng paninikil.
Tipong wala kang ibang magagawa...
wala kang options... wala kang magagawa... wala rin akong magagawa.
'tipong ganu'n.
Modus Bente Singko Operandi-
Ito ay makabagong pang uuto at pangungupit.
Bumili ako sa isang establishment: ang halaga ng nabili ko ay P49.15, at ibinayad ko ang isang daang piso (P100). Mahaba-haba ang pila at mabilis ang pangyayari sapagkat madaling kumilos ang kahera. Ibinalot ang binili ko, idinikit ang resibo, ibinigay saakin ang sukling singkwenta pesos at hinarap na ang susunod na kostumer.
Teka. Singkwenta ang aking sukli? tahimik kong tanong sa sarili ko. Singkwenta lang?
Hindi na ba kapansin pansin ang halaga ng 85 centavos? o kaya'y kahit 75 cents lang?
Palibhasa'y binubulag tayo ng kababaang halaga ng piso kaya'y nawawalan na ng halaga ang bente singko.
Ngunit laking tuwa ng mga kapitalista ang ganitong modus na kunwari'y wala na silang bentesingko sa drawer na isusukli! Hindi lamang isang beses nangyari saakin ito. At sigurado, hindi lamang saakin nangyari. At marami pang ganitong pangyayari ang magaganap.
Sasabihin ng kahera: "Ma'am, kulang ho ako ng seventy five cents." o di kaya'y "Sir, kulang ho ako ng beinte-singko" at dahil sa pag-aapurang udyok ng sitwasyo'y oo na lamang ang ang sambit mo upang makaalis na.
Laking tuwa ito ng nakatatanggap sa usaping pera! Sa isang daang kostumer niya sa isang araw na bawat isa'y may kulang na beinte-singko (o ilang singko pa man) ay may twenty five (25) pesos siya sa kada araw na galing sa pasimpleng paninikil, o mas malaki pa! At sa isang linggo ay may 150 (o mahigit pa) siyang dagdag kita na wala man lang nababawas sa kanyang produkto!
Nagugulangan ka!
Sabihin man nating:
"Sus. Wag nang magdamot at ipaubaya na iyan sakanila. Beinte-singko lang naman..."
lang naman. lang naman.Beinte-singko LANG NAMAN.
Maaaring dahilan ngunit hindi ko gagamiting dahilan ang katotohanang ang pinagsama-samang beinte-singko ay katumbas ng libo o milyong piso.
Ngunit masasabi ko na lamang na noon:
Noon kasi mayroong donation box sa gilid ng cashier
na kung kaya mo at kung gusto mo ay maaari kang maghulog nang bukal sa puso upang makatulong sa may kapansanan o naghihirap.
Lumipas ang panahon ay pinalitan ito ng tip box na ang pakinabang sa bawat hulog ay pang miryenda ng mga staff at cashier attendant.
Hanggang sa mawala na ang mga box-box na 'yon sa mga cashier post at awtomatik na:
"kulang po ako ng beinte singko, fifty cents, seventy-five, sir...."
Lalabas kaya ang totoo na mayroon naman pala silang barya? Na pangingitil lamang ang kunwari'y wala? Magugulat kaya sila? Iisipin ba nilang "kuripot" ang pagiging marunong sa pera at umiiwas sa pasimpleng beinte singkong modus operandi nila?
:-)
Tipong wala kang ibang magagawa...
wala kang options... wala kang magagawa... wala rin akong magagawa.
'tipong ganu'n.
Modus Bente Singko Operandi-
Ito ay makabagong pang uuto at pangungupit.
Bumili ako sa isang establishment: ang halaga ng nabili ko ay P49.15, at ibinayad ko ang isang daang piso (P100). Mahaba-haba ang pila at mabilis ang pangyayari sapagkat madaling kumilos ang kahera. Ibinalot ang binili ko, idinikit ang resibo, ibinigay saakin ang sukling singkwenta pesos at hinarap na ang susunod na kostumer.
Teka. Singkwenta ang aking sukli? tahimik kong tanong sa sarili ko. Singkwenta lang?
Hindi na ba kapansin pansin ang halaga ng 85 centavos? o kaya'y kahit 75 cents lang?
Palibhasa'y binubulag tayo ng kababaang halaga ng piso kaya'y nawawalan na ng halaga ang bente singko.
Ngunit laking tuwa ng mga kapitalista ang ganitong modus na kunwari'y wala na silang bentesingko sa drawer na isusukli! Hindi lamang isang beses nangyari saakin ito. At sigurado, hindi lamang saakin nangyari. At marami pang ganitong pangyayari ang magaganap.
Sasabihin ng kahera: "Ma'am, kulang ho ako ng seventy five cents." o di kaya'y "Sir, kulang ho ako ng beinte-singko" at dahil sa pag-aapurang udyok ng sitwasyo'y oo na lamang ang ang sambit mo upang makaalis na.
Laking tuwa ito ng nakatatanggap sa usaping pera! Sa isang daang kostumer niya sa isang araw na bawat isa'y may kulang na beinte-singko (o ilang singko pa man) ay may twenty five (25) pesos siya sa kada araw na galing sa pasimpleng paninikil, o mas malaki pa! At sa isang linggo ay may 150 (o mahigit pa) siyang dagdag kita na wala man lang nababawas sa kanyang produkto!
Nagugulangan ka!
Sabihin man nating:
"Sus. Wag nang magdamot at ipaubaya na iyan sakanila. Beinte-singko lang naman..."
lang naman. lang naman.Beinte-singko LANG NAMAN.
Maaaring dahilan ngunit hindi ko gagamiting dahilan ang katotohanang ang pinagsama-samang beinte-singko ay katumbas ng libo o milyong piso.
Ngunit masasabi ko na lamang na noon:
Noon kasi mayroong donation box sa gilid ng cashier
na kung kaya mo at kung gusto mo ay maaari kang maghulog nang bukal sa puso upang makatulong sa may kapansanan o naghihirap.
Lumipas ang panahon ay pinalitan ito ng tip box na ang pakinabang sa bawat hulog ay pang miryenda ng mga staff at cashier attendant.
Hanggang sa mawala na ang mga box-box na 'yon sa mga cashier post at awtomatik na:
"kulang po ako ng beinte singko, fifty cents, seventy-five, sir...."
PAANO KAYA kung sabihin kong: " Ah. Kulang ba... Sige Ok, di naman ako nagmamadali. Hintayin ko na lang dito hanggang mapunan mo yung kulang..."
Lalabas kaya ang totoo na mayroon naman pala silang barya? Na pangingitil lamang ang kunwari'y wala? Magugulat kaya sila? Iisipin ba nilang "kuripot" ang pagiging marunong sa pera at umiiwas sa pasimpleng beinte singkong modus operandi nila?
:-)
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Satirically. Kwentuhan about one of my one-day-city-wandering
Its a good thing I drifted from a common "wherever-my-feet-takes-me" from our house to Robinson's mall 'til here, in McDonald's. I am here, sitting, resting my exhausted legs, taking in the cold air from the dampened air-conditioner, and contemplating to all that's happening.
I remember a few two days or so, I got home late and was welcomed by my sister's questioning look. Apparently, she informed that she have answered a phone call from Global agency, asking if Anna Pastor (me) was at home and they're going to confirm my availability to accept a slot in their company for a summer job. Surprised, I realized I'm only 17 years old and they're taking effort to hire me? That's something already.
Next, I passed by National Bookstore and was overwhelmed by the huge red sign-age dangling a SALE on selected items. I bought one and went upstairs to check on more books, especially to visit my favorite shelves on classic literature. Even more overwhelmed, I saw my wish-listed books all present there! From Sherlock Holmes up to all the bantam collections on Hugo, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Dickens etc! I started telling each books "You, I'll have you soon, and also you.. and you.. you too and.." and another part of my conscience popped to say "You really got to get a summer job!"
I scrammed.
Walked out the mall and at the sidewalks of Ortigas Ave., I saw hundreds of corporate employed men and women, all wearing corporate attire. Long sleeved, short sleeved polos, slacks, watches of different brand, labeled shoes, brief cases and ties...etc. I even got entertained by silently naming what brand or from where they bought what they're wearing since I can distinguish some of it.
I then passed by oriental square building and the facade was over-crowded by its employees. I found out that the commotion was due to a fire which occurred for some reason, I didn't care to know. But its remarkable how they were kept entertained by the fire fighters as they ostentatiously fire their extinguishers.
I kept walking til I reached El Pueblo and settle myself in McDonald's.
There I was. Happened to seat beside the employment manager who was casually interviewing young men in a not-so professional way, for they congregate in a place associating with the tables for customers. The woman, perhaps the interviewer, spoke in such a way as if she wanted to intimidate his young interviewees. I rolled my eyes, stood up and went to the front desk area to order my meal. Surprised, again, the familiar crew faces I'm used seeing there was gone and replaced by the different, more attractive elite faces. Then I remembered the recent McDonald's commercial wherein two girls kept coming back to McDonald's Drive-thru because the crew was handsome.
I was puzzled. Do employment agencies now see basis on social background and facial value? Is the McDonaldization stepping on a higher, stricter phase? Will these young men, (including me, If I get a summer job) regret entering into the reality of society at a young, fresh age? Is the... - I lost track. I heard a lady (who was a mcdo crew) shout behind my back "Welcome to McDonald's Sir, Ma'am!" - and she proclaimed it in a very accented tone as if she have took days practicing its intonation. I sighed and retraced my line of thought. Oh! the corporate employees- did they all graduate college? How many of them got the job just because they got backers? How many of them were able to experience being irregular students? How many of them were deliberately able to get a uniformed UNO (1) all throughout their transcript of records? Any Dean's listers? Any philosophy majors? Is a prompt good grades, really the basis for a good job? Is the corporate world really the ones to tag "good jobs"? Are the hundreds of corporate employees which were uniformed in a corporate polos, slacks and ties Free? Or don't they know what's a crap society's cancer is becoming as it eludes liberty in our lives?
Sigh. How annoying question I mustered. I wish I was a goddess to answer all the incalculable queries I laid. Oh wait- I am a goddess! Demigoddess for that matter :- )
I'll just bite this away to my burger and drink my monster cokefloat to ease away truth from my mind... like what all people do. Ignore the reality. Satirically.
I remember a few two days or so, I got home late and was welcomed by my sister's questioning look. Apparently, she informed that she have answered a phone call from Global agency, asking if Anna Pastor (me) was at home and they're going to confirm my availability to accept a slot in their company for a summer job. Surprised, I realized I'm only 17 years old and they're taking effort to hire me? That's something already.
Next, I passed by National Bookstore and was overwhelmed by the huge red sign-age dangling a SALE on selected items. I bought one and went upstairs to check on more books, especially to visit my favorite shelves on classic literature. Even more overwhelmed, I saw my wish-listed books all present there! From Sherlock Holmes up to all the bantam collections on Hugo, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Dickens etc! I started telling each books "You, I'll have you soon, and also you.. and you.. you too and.." and another part of my conscience popped to say "You really got to get a summer job!"
I scrammed.
Walked out the mall and at the sidewalks of Ortigas Ave., I saw hundreds of corporate employed men and women, all wearing corporate attire. Long sleeved, short sleeved polos, slacks, watches of different brand, labeled shoes, brief cases and ties...etc. I even got entertained by silently naming what brand or from where they bought what they're wearing since I can distinguish some of it.
I then passed by oriental square building and the facade was over-crowded by its employees. I found out that the commotion was due to a fire which occurred for some reason, I didn't care to know. But its remarkable how they were kept entertained by the fire fighters as they ostentatiously fire their extinguishers.
I kept walking til I reached El Pueblo and settle myself in McDonald's.
There I was. Happened to seat beside the employment manager who was casually interviewing young men in a not-so professional way, for they congregate in a place associating with the tables for customers. The woman, perhaps the interviewer, spoke in such a way as if she wanted to intimidate his young interviewees. I rolled my eyes, stood up and went to the front desk area to order my meal. Surprised, again, the familiar crew faces I'm used seeing there was gone and replaced by the different, more attractive elite faces. Then I remembered the recent McDonald's commercial wherein two girls kept coming back to McDonald's Drive-thru because the crew was handsome.
I was puzzled. Do employment agencies now see basis on social background and facial value? Is the McDonaldization stepping on a higher, stricter phase? Will these young men, (including me, If I get a summer job) regret entering into the reality of society at a young, fresh age? Is the... - I lost track. I heard a lady (who was a mcdo crew) shout behind my back "Welcome to McDonald's Sir, Ma'am!" - and she proclaimed it in a very accented tone as if she have took days practicing its intonation. I sighed and retraced my line of thought. Oh! the corporate employees- did they all graduate college? How many of them got the job just because they got backers? How many of them were able to experience being irregular students? How many of them were deliberately able to get a uniformed UNO (1) all throughout their transcript of records? Any Dean's listers? Any philosophy majors? Is a prompt good grades, really the basis for a good job? Is the corporate world really the ones to tag "good jobs"? Are the hundreds of corporate employees which were uniformed in a corporate polos, slacks and ties Free? Or don't they know what's a crap society's cancer is becoming as it eludes liberty in our lives?
Sigh. How annoying question I mustered. I wish I was a goddess to answer all the incalculable queries I laid. Oh wait- I am a goddess! Demigoddess for that matter :- )
I'll just bite this away to my burger and drink my monster cokefloat to ease away truth from my mind... like what all people do. Ignore the reality. Satirically.
HILONG- TALILONG
Tula-tulaan :-) Alam kong paminsan lamang ako sumulat ng mga entry gamit ang wikang Filipino, (lalo na ang wikang tagalog) ngunit heto, isang entry na ginawa ko habang tulala sa kawalan noong kakain ako sa makdo. Heto, pag tiisan ninyo.
Sa ligalig na taglay ng puso
pusturang-pustura sa masusulyap ko
nangangapa, apuhap sa milagro
kapares ng isang musmos na henyo
nakatukod sa kwebang layu-layo
May udyok ng bighani
may pag limot na balani
paghinto at dili-dili
pagpikit, pagtalikod at pagkukunwari
sa isang igtad, giba ang sayo'y guni guni
May pag kunot sa noo
at sa dibdib ay pag paso
dulot ng lagablab ng pagkahumaling sa'yo
isang pinong saklolo
pampawi ng pagkahilo
sa paghihingalong dulot mo
Tuloy-tuloy ang urong-sulong
umupo't-pumukaw sa alulong
ng isang asong nakakulong
hiling niya'y kalayaan,
hiling ko'y makasama mo.
Kung sa isang enigma'y aking maaalis,
iyong emosyong niig sa giid,
Antala man ng iyong gayuma...
...mawawala sa timbre ng kawangis na bula
Ngunit, alanganin sa sakbat mong saakin ay tuwa.
Sa ligalig na taglay ng puso
pusturang-pustura sa masusulyap ko
nangangapa, apuhap sa milagro
kapares ng isang musmos na henyo
nakatukod sa kwebang layu-layo
May udyok ng bighani
may pag limot na balani
paghinto at dili-dili
pagpikit, pagtalikod at pagkukunwari
sa isang igtad, giba ang sayo'y guni guni
May pag kunot sa noo
at sa dibdib ay pag paso
dulot ng lagablab ng pagkahumaling sa'yo
isang pinong saklolo
pampawi ng pagkahilo
sa paghihingalong dulot mo
Tuloy-tuloy ang urong-sulong
umupo't-pumukaw sa alulong
ng isang asong nakakulong
hiling niya'y kalayaan,
hiling ko'y makasama mo.
Kung sa isang enigma'y aking maaalis,
iyong emosyong niig sa giid,
Antala man ng iyong gayuma...
...mawawala sa timbre ng kawangis na bula
Ngunit, alanganin sa sakbat mong saakin ay tuwa.
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