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?

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.

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...."

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?


:-)

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.

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.

Human Nature: The things not hopeless, but you just can't.

I have been very much bothered. Disturbed by the imperfection of our human nature. This ain't ranting. Far from it. In fact, more like a narration, an informative declaration. You'll see.


I first met crime and Punishment, but punishment left and made me examine crime: eyes to eyes; mind to mind, as we dug in deep channels for its root. There in congregation, I heard about this false materialism and his vast influence on mankind. I examined how to avert him and mark end upon his influence on my people but I found myself and the world we live in to be unreal. This is indeed a philosophical embarrassment according to my friend Reginald Allen who's friend spoke to him about this in a name I shall not say but causes boiled on refutation upon Parmenides. Much to my humble heart, I did not feel embarrassment for I claim of no importance yet, but only, that of pity and astonishment on why I exist, and all others, with our potentiality.


All suddenly, I become to think we are stuck in prison cell. But I'm the only one who have thought of it, so its reasonable that its only I who's a prisoner.
Only death then, will be my bail on this account...

Crime & Punishment in brief  - Punishment is the answer for justice. The retribution for crime. But why do my people commit crime anyway? Is it due to poverty? Most people believe it is! Because impoverish families have no other way inorder to survive, they had no choice but to cling onto the blade of rusty and dirty world of criminals- in order to survive. Society then, together with poverty, pushes them to crime.


But 'nay. Even well-off, rich, wealthy, affluent families commit crime and injustice. Only- they have the money to slap in the faces of the courts and litigators to renounce their innocence. That's why prison rows has very few person from well-off families. The thing is, its not poverty which is the cause of crime and injustice. To put it this way, 
X came from a poor family and steals for a living.
Y came from a rich family and steals from his parents in order to gas up his newly bought car, so that he and his girlfriend Z can go out for movies tonight.
It is obvious now, that though very different situations, they both committed a wrong thing.


Why did they do it then?
False consciousness, false materialism, ignorance... You choose. But either way, its what I meant.
There is something wrong in society which makes man do wrong. There is something in man, who forms and runs the society. No matter how many revolution and reforms, things are still going to be imperfect. My friends, many of whom wants to be a reformer, if not liberators. But I say, as long as were in this world, I'm not saying its hopeless, only, that it is absurd. Its not only the government nor the secret organizations whom we should point fingers to, not only to other people, not only to ourselves! But the way human nature is. Things actually happen, if not always, for its not proven by science, well most of the time, due to necessity. And how do you propose to avert it? Its a huge game. Life is too short to conquer it. As you are young, you explore for you know little about the world; you study it then. As you are old, you finally have sufficient experience and knowledge, you see it and wishes to conquer it. Then you actually have the idea now on how to do it, to end it, but the problem now is, that you're too old and is about to perish.
Why this is- the nature of things!


Now, my metanoia said to me in thought, that a man is not in prison as long as he does not detest his situation. But a man who is in prison, is he even though free, still, detest where he is.


I have discussed in my 1st entry (my extremist viewpoint) that I'm angry at the world. And I obscured my thoughts once more that when a sociology major rebutted that I'm not angry- just indifferent.
Now I'm stating again, I'm free in the sense that I'm not in a cell but I can go anywhere in Manila when I please. But I'm a prisoner in a way that I want to make a change and avert the imperfection but can't.
Only death then, will be my bail on this account.

Sane Love.

I'll love you
like a speed racer toward his speed
like the leprechaun bragging his clover in green
like Paris marking his tower
like a baby throwin fits in his shower


I'll love you anywhere, even in Mars
I love you I can take away your scars
I love you,
to the point of sanity.


I love you to the edge of the gun
I love you even when there's no gun
I'll love you all my days
I'll love you at any phase
I'll love you- at any place
I'll love you for a cause, Oh! even when there's no cause!
The supply of a man like you is scarce


Indeed,
I love you.
to the point of insanity.
:-)


(P.S: This is for Chuck Pahlaniuk, my fiction; the motivation of well-done art.)