What's your favorite disguise? [/meta]
posted by letter shredder @ 11:59 a.m. on 1/20/2006
"Great art is about conflict and pain and guilt and longing and love disguised as sex and sex disguised as love..."
-- Lester Bangs, Almost Famous
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
As defined in Landmark Education, strong suits are one's fundamental and automatic ways of being that produce results yet leave him/her unfulfilled.
Perfect story to understand a strong suit (as given by Alain Roth):
There was this lady who had a crush on this guy in high school. She liked him so much. On the night of the school dance, he went towards her. And when she thought he was about to ask her, he asked her best friend who was sitting beside her. At that moment, she failed. She told herself she wasn't beautiful. She failed to be beautiful.
The guy became her best friend's boyfriend. But she waited. The time came that the two had a fight and she made sure she was there to comfort him. Immediately after the breakup, she was there for him, listening and comforting him as he cries.
It became them. Eventually, they got married. And many times the guy would say, "I love you because you are caring."
Everytime he tells her that, she's hurt. Coz everytime he tells her he loves her because she's caring, she remembers she isn't beautiful.
Most of the time, a person may have three prevalent strong suits and other strong suits may branch out from them.
This isn't the truth but, as Aljor said, one may consider the development of strong suits as one way one operates his/her life. Let me represent the three strong suits as X, Y and Z.
X is acquired at 3-4 years old, when one learns the facility of language. Something happens that he/she thought something is wrong because he/she failed to be U and chose to be X. It is also possible that he/she thought he/she failed to be X so she decided to be X.
Y is usually acquired at 13-15, when one wants to feel the sense of belongingness. Something happens wherein he/she decides that he/she failed to be, say V. Then he/she thinks that X isn't enough that she decides to be Y too. So he/she has X+Y.
When he/she is already an adult, something happens wherein he/she fails to be, say W. Since X+Y isn't enough, he/she also decides to be on his/her own and becomes Z, X+Y+Z.
As I mentioned earlier, many other strong suits may branch out of X,Y and Z. And the things that happened where one fails to be may reoccur. And when one acquires the three, he/she invalidates everyone else, thinking that no one would be more X, Y or Z.
So I've gone into much introspection and had several orgasms, purely ontological though (thus, the name of my other blog).
As of now, I have my X, Y and Z identified:
X = being intelligent
Y = being strong
Z = being different
Now, I'm not ready to go much into detail and how I acquired them. I'm not even sure that what I have in mind are correct.
Well, these strong suits all came from the failure to be. Probably, U, V and W to me. So whenever I use these strong suits to become successful, I am also reminded of U, V and W, making me unfulfilled. These strong suits also get bankrupt. They also don't work at times.
Because of my independence, I also have problems working in groups and I often question authority. Because I am strong, I cannot find any man strong enough for me or at least for my personality. I find no guy any different from any other guy as well.
I have to admit I am taking enough courage (see, I'm strong) to tell you these failures:
U = secured
V = lovable
W = attractive
And when I admit that one is more X, Y or Z than me, I become present to my failures of being U, V and W.
They may be true, they may be not. But this is really one way I'm looking at my life now. And there is no way that I could FIX these failures. I only have to acknowledge them.
I'm really being honest right now. And I know I may not really look good.
So, what are your strong suits?
Friday, November 25, 2005
No offense to anyone.
in various world religions
TAOISM: Shit happens.
CONFUCIANISM: Confucius say, "Shit happens".
ZEN: (What is the sound of shit happening?)
JESUITISM: If shit happens and when nobody is watching, is it really shit?
ISLAM: Shit happens if it is the will of Allah.
COMMUNISM. Equal shit happens to all people.
CATHOLICISM: Shit happens because you are bad.
PSYCHOANALYSIS: Shit happens because of your toilet training.
SCIENTOLOGY: Shit happens if you're on our shit list.
ZOROASTRIANISM: Bad shit happens, and good shit happens.
UNITARIANISM: Maybe shit happens. Let's have coffee and donuts.
RIGHT-WING PROTESTANTISM: Let this shit happen to someone else.
JUDAISM: Why does shit always happen to US?
REFORM JUDAISM: Got any Kaopectate?
MYSTICISM: What weird shit!
AGNOSTICISM: What is this shit?
ATHEISM: I don't believe this shit!
NIHILISM: Who needs this shit?
AZTEC: Cut out this shit!
QUAKER: Let's not fight over this shit.
FORTEANISM: No shit??
12-STEP: I am powerless to cut the shit.
VOODOO: Hey, that shit looks just like you!
NEWAGE: Visualize shit not happening.
DEISM: Shit just happens.
EXISTENTIALISM: Shit doesn't happen; shit is.
SECULAR HUMANISM: Shit evolves.
CHRISTIAN SCIENCE: Shit is in your mind.
BUDDHISM: Shit happens, but pay no mind.
SHINTOISM: Shit is everywhere.
HINDUISM: This shit has happened before.
WICCA: Mix this shit together and make it happen!
HASIDISM: Shit never happens the same way twice.
or the same day?
THEOSOPHY: You don't know half of the shit that happens.
DIANETICS: Your mother gave you shit before your were born.
SEVENTH DAY ADVENTIST: No shit on Saturdays.
JEHOVAH's WITNESSES: No shit happens until Armageddon.
MOONIES: Only happy shit really happens.
HOPI: Corn fertilizer happens.
BAHA'I: It's all the same shit.
STOICISM: This shit is good for me.
OBJECTIVISM: Our shit is good for you.
EST: If my shit bothers you, that's your fault.
REAGANISM: Don't move; the shit will trickle down.
FASCISM: Shit makes the trains run on time.
CARGO CULT: A barge will come and take all the shit away.
EMACS: Hold down Control-Meta-Shit.
Press F1 to help you with your shit.
DISCORDIANISM: Some funny shit happened to me today.
RASTAFARIANISM: Let's smoke this shit.
CHARISMATIC: This is not shit and it doesn't smell bad.
MASONIC: Shit happens, but we can't discuss it during Lodge.
RED CROSS: Shit happens - send money.
Before Erap was ousted:
(Something to this effect) If Erap is ousted, I'll shit out of the airplane.
After Erap was ousted:
I shit! Hahahahaha!
Oh, the Kids We Were
This is my favorite picture of some of my friends in college.
The sembreak trip I missed to join.
The lantern parade I enjoyed the most.
The time they visited our house in Tagaytay.
When we went to school in our high school uniforms.
When we sat in front of the College of Music just to laugh and take pictures.
Only with them can one drink much booze and talk about social norms and deviance.
I miss this block!
Thanks for being crazy all these years.
I just realized that my clothes today are of the same colors that this blog has. I'm in a yellow shirt and green jacket (with pants, of course).
So to those who'd meet me later, no hovering, please.
Thursday, November 24, 2005
1. I believe that if anything is worth doing, it would have been done already.
2. I shall never move quickly, except to avoid more work or find excuses.
3. I will never rush into a job without a lifetime of consideration.
4. I shall meet all of my deadlines directly in proportion to the amount of bodily injury I could expect to receive from missing them.
5. I firmly believe that tomorrow holds the possibility for new technologies, astounding discoveries, and a reprieve from my obligations.
6. I truly believe that all deadlines are unreasonable regardless of the amount of time given.
7. I shall never forget that the probability of a miracle, though infinitesmally small, is not exactly zero.
8. If at first I don't succeed, there is always next year.
9. I shall always decide not to decide, unless of course I decide to change my mind.
10. I shall always begin, start, initiate, take the first step, and/or write the first word, when I get around to it.
11. I obey the law of inverse excuses which demands that the greater the task to be done, the more insignificant the work that must be done prior to beginning the greater task.
12. I know that the work cycle is not plan/start/finish, but is wait/plan/plan.
13. I will never put off until tomorrow, what I can forget about forever.
14. I will become a member of the ancient Order of Two-Headed Turtles (the Procrastinator's Society) if they ever get it organized.
Dare To Insert
Last night, in the LFIA session, the forum leader said there's only one moment in ou rlives that we'll never be late: WHEN WE DIE.
That's very true. But how come dead people are are called, "The Late (insert name here)"?
Keeping My Integrity
I've posted my grievance towards R. One officemate said she felt the same way towards him. I got that.
My post was not intended to aggravate anyone's story of him. After some talk with some people last night, I was able to acknowledge that I am upset with him.
I wanted to present to R that he should also be responsible for whatever circumstances that he was/is/would be in. As I make him aware of it, I was also attached to the result of making a difference. However, I shouldn't be. It would all be up to him to do it for himself. I just have to accept him as he is.
However, I am also respecting my word. I am committed to investmy time talking to optimistic people. So, I am no longer eating lunch with him. I may not look good in the eyes of other people for this, but I have to honor my word.
And it's definitely better than me eating lunch with him and fuming while chewing.
This is one way of honoring my word.
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
And So Icebox Melts Once More...
R has been my constant companion during lunch breaks. Before, I was very interested to talk to him especially when he opens up about his life.
Later, I noticed that I cannot stand talking to him. The first time I got upset with him was when he made a deal with us where A and me won. But he never fulfilled his promise. I confronted him and he said he would... in APRIL NEXT YEAR. So it is April.
Then, I never really realized why I was so upset with him. I just thought that I was tired of hearing him whine and expect me to listen or talk about it. As many people say, I've been a good listener. But with R, I got so sick coz we have to discuss all the "significant" things that happened/are happening in his life which justify what he is right now.
I'd talk to him and tell him that he could make a way to talk to people he was having issues with or at least stop whining and do something about it. I mean, how can he expect things to fall into place when all he does is rant about them. That's insanity (doing the same things and expecting different results)!
There was a time that we paired up and went against this other officemate. Later, I talked to R and told him that I want to talk to officemate because I don't feel comfortable with the "cold war" among us. R said it's okay with him and that he still won't. He knows I'm attending the LFIA and from that, I got to share with him, I realized that I should give up "being right" coz I'm sacrificing the possibility of having a good working relationship with someone.
So I did talk to this officemate. I told R that I already did. And he told me, "Yes, because of the forum." In a split of a second, I was upset again. Then he went to my desk and said he's sorry. So I also said I'm sorry because it was me who put meaning to what he said. And, indeed, it was because of the forum, coz I'm learing a lot from it.
Later, when he talks about this officemate, I don't comment anymore. I just listen. I've completed with officemate already. But in my silence, he would again say, "Oh, I remember you're attending a forum." I invited him to attend the Landmark Forum, to find it within himself that he is also responsible for what he is in right now and that he could let go of his hang-ups. So I told him it costs P**,***. And then he answers, "What? You are paying P**,*** just to be kind to that animal?" I told him that I did it not for anyone else. I did it for myself.
In the succeeding days, he appears to be upset with him coz I've talked to officemate. I asked him if he is. He said no. So I got that he isn't upset with me because of that.
Now, I can't stand him whining and blaming people for the "miserable" life he has. When he makes fun of everyone (that's what he is good at), I get more upset. And I've warned him not to pay attention to every person's mistakes. He says that's how he relieves his stress. Okay. At other people's expense!
Why can't he just pay attention to what he does for himself and stop laughing at the flaws of other people?
Our other friends have talked to him about his attitude but he would often listen and make a joke about it. When he does that, we just resign from talking and bring up the topic when we are no longer upset with him.
And lately, he's been laughing when I wear or when I'm not in my office clothes. He says he's just not used to me wearing skirt and that he appreciates it. But I can catch him giving comments when I'm not talking to him. One time, I wore my faded pants and he did it again. He would look at my pants and then laugh. He said he appreciates it. Okay. He said so. Later, our other friends told him that they don't find him funny. Then the truth came out of his own mouth. He thinks I look like someone who would paint walls. So, my sweet revenge was to make him shut his mouth. And our other friends said that R is doing that coz he can't find a way to answer me back when I catch him in his own flaws. When I tell him that things would be better if he's acting on them.
He's been complaining to me how difficult he finds his tasks are. My answer, "If you find this job for you, work hard. If you don't, then quit. Soon."
And this lunch time, he left me. At least I did not have to make an excuse why I don't want to eat lunch with him anymore. When I saw him with officemate (he's been joining us now), he said that he thought officemate has asked me. When I checked my phone, I read a message from him saying he'd go ahead coz he's hungry. Why does he have to lie and find another person to blame??? I still sat with them. I don't want another issue about me not sitting with them just because they left me. Then, when he noticed I was in skirt, he did it again. Looked and laughed! Then, I told him, "If you look and laugh at me again, I'll smash the food tray on your face." He though I was kidding. And he explains that he appreciates it and he isn't used to it again. Then I said, "You don't appear to be appreciative." J was with me and she warned him to stop. Actually, if not for the other people with us, I have already set off.
I am so pissed off with him I don't want to think of any way to talk to him yet. I am no longer eager to listen to a whining machine and comfort someone WHO IS SEVEN YEARS OLDER THAN! He cannot even honor his words. Liar.
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
(IN)JUSTICE for BSB
Worse than Happy Tree Friends
Sa pagtingin ko sa aking past life, tiningnan ko kung isa akong prinsesa (o prinsipe) noon. At ang lumabas:
Minsan na lang ako pumatol sa ganito, niloloko pa ko...
Here is your horoscope for Tuesday, November 22:
You don't like to display private feelings in public places, but at the moment, you won't care where you are. You're enchanted, and that's that. Figure out now whether it's with a good witch or a bad witch.
Monday, November 21, 2005
Meantime Girl Review
I was bloghopping and I came across with this blog by a guy named Mike. FYI: Unlike most of my girl friends, I seem to be the only one who doesn't have a Mike to deal with. (Peace, everyone!) On second thought, who do I really have to deal with? *slaps forehead*
Lately, I've been enjoying reading posts of people from the other side of the world, but definitely not the underworld. These posts make me feel great by realizing that I am not alone in my mishaps and that I share many interests with other people, even of different cultures.
Lately, I realized that I have to work on my social life. I really want to make my life more exciting than this home-office-business/forum-home routine. I want to meet new people, travel and eventually get into a "relationship." Life is so uncertain that I want to begin a relationship but I have a not-so-clean slate to start with.
I HAVE NO PARTICULAR PERSON TO START WITH!!!
Then there was this post. After reading it, I browsed through my archives and found my "Meantime Girl" post (March 2004). Until now, I still don't understand how girls make out with strangers and don't leave a part of them shattered. The more it would be if it were with friends... that you still expect to be friends with.
Experience wise, I cannot talk about this. And I have to work on the thought/fact that sex isn't equivalent to love nor is it associated with it, even here in the Philippines.
Friday, November 18, 2005
Rockabye.. On The Top Three
Three names you go by:
1. Jaycee (means moon)
3. Icebox (from Little Giants)
Three screen names you have had:
3. Xboxace (Iceboxace's upgrade)
Three physical things you like about yourself:
1. small eyes
2. lips (especially when I smile)
3. eyelashes (bats eyes)
Three physical things you don't like about yourself:
1. height (as compared to my siblings)
3. blood type (hehe)
Three parts of your heritage:
1. My mom si from Cavite.
2. My dad is from Cavite (my aunts say we have Spanish ancestry)
3. I am from Cavite.
Three things that scare you:
1. death of family members & closest friends
3. broken promises
Three of your everyday essentials:
2. internet connection
Three of your favorite musical artists:
1. alanis morrissette
2. sarah mclachlan
3. third eye blind
Three of your favorite songs:
1. Hands Clean - Alanis
2. Do What You Have to Do - Sarah M.
3. At The Stars - Better Than Ezra
Three things you want in a relationship: besides being in love
Three truths in no particular order:
1. Success is relative. (The more successful you are, the more relatives you have.)2. Life is what it is and what it is not.
3. Life is uncertain.
Three lies in no particular order:
1. Love is the answer. (You can't answer that in math.)
2. It's not me; it's you... (hehehe)
3. Cosmic intervention.
Three physical things of the opposite sex that appeal to you:
Three of your favorite hobbies:
1. MOVIES! MOVIES! MOVIES!
Three things you want to do really badly now:
1. fly to Europe
2. watch a movie
3. see my baby brother
Three careers you're considering/you've considered:
1. be the next Alanis who's into F1 race
2. band vocalist
3. jet setter
Three places you want to go on vacation:
2. Japan (for cars and gadgets)
Three names you like: (i've not really thought about this)
1. Des Sarah (read it the other way around)
2. Barbie Nadal
3. Mr. Spongklong
Three things you want to do before you die:
1. travel everywhere
2. settle down (believe me!)
3. have my own concert
Three ways that you're stereotypically a boy: (sometimes, I feel gay.)
1. i love cars, computers, basketball, rock music, etc.
2. i have my "guy humor."
3. typically adventurous
Three ways that you're stereotypically a girl:
1. i cry a lot.
2. eager to hear love stories from interesting people.
3. mud pack!
Three celeb crushes:
1. Karl Roy
2. Zak Hogen Esch
3. Rich Herrera
People in the office have been talking about the Christmas party. Before Anna and I left the building, we met Nerina. Anna asked her about the party and Nerina confirmed that it was a costume party.
ME: Now, I can be a fry kid (I want to walk in the office dressed as a pompom or a shoe lace, like a fry kid).
NERINA: It's a hat party.
ME: (disappointed) Hat party? What do you mean hat party?
NERINA: Hat party.
ME: (ecstatic, but just joking, of course) We'll just be wearing hats?
NERINA: (didn't know how to react) Simply "No Hat, No Entry."
ME: Then I'll come in a NIPA HAT!
Hahahaha! I also have "Tropical Hat" in mind as second option.
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Santa and Wireless (IN)Fidelity
I am so overwhelmed that you got to read and react to my letter through the chatterbox. Now, I am sure you have Wi-Fi in the North Pole. Then, I won't have a problem once I get to visit you there.
And I have a question: Does your wife know about Santa Santita?
Worried and confused,
Naughty BUT Nice
When I found out that my friend Lawrence wrote you a letter, I felt coerced to do one too. Unlike him, I'm not too worried that you tried the South Beach Diet because I'm positive that you are in the North Pole.
You've given me lots of books for Christmas when I was still a kid. Since they don't fit in the socks, you've placed them near the Christmas tree. I also have to say sorry because I always sneek and I can't wait for Christmas to come that I slightly open the gifts and place them the way my parents last saw them. I don't know if my parents report to you what I do because on one instance, I tore the gift wrapper. You have such strong adhesives there in the North Pole, probably the kind that could stand the moist relative to the temperature.
Now, before I start my dork talk, I have always wondered why I receive my gifts even on the 16th and wait till Christmas eve. I just thought you were getting old and that the Philippines was quite far that you ask FedEx to take part in your profession. I knew right from the start that you have inspired mailmen, only that they do not have slays. They have snails. That's why we call their items "snail mails," right?
Santa, I know I've been naughty. But please understand, it's the ONLY way that I'd be nice. When my officemate laughed at my pants the other day, I just told him to get a life instead of letting him trip over the floor before we enter the elevator. When one of my groupmates did not pass my final project, I purposely ignored her existence and held a "cold war." I thought that was better than hitting her with the fire extinguisher.
Santa, I can voluntarily update you on these naughty-to-be-nice things I've done if your server does not work. You can even read my blog once you get to access it.
I would also want to apologize for being stupid. I prepared a wishlist and posted it on the net without even considering if your server would not be jammed due to Christmas rush. I'm not even sure if your elves studied IT and if you already have Wi-Fi. I'll be more considerate from now on.
I don't have a big sock where you can put the Ferrari so I would consider a check. Just make sure that it's not post-dated. Though I think that would take time because your bank account, I assume, is also somewhere in the North Pole. So I encourage you to transact online.
I would also want to have change in the government system, to have more gracious leaders. But I know you are too busy to replace our president. In case you consider this and you want to run for the next elections, I would volunteer to be your PR manager. I'm sure we have to be ready when people accuse you of bribing their kids.
If there would be any thing that you would want to tell me, you can post a comment here or email me.
Naughty but nice,
My friend is celebrating her birthday, I'd ask her to invite you too. You'd enjoy the free booze. We now have San Mig Light so you don't have to worry about having beer belly. In case she organizes a costume party, please don't pretend to be Mrs. Santa.
By the way, send her my regards.
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
I did this layout even before I graduated from college. I wanted to use it for my blog. And I did. But something went wrong that I preferred to choose this simple layout that I have right now.
It's mid-November and I can already feel the cold breeze of Christmas. And I miss a lot of my friends in college.
Actually, not just my friends. But my life back in college. What I do, what I can do, and the people I talk to.
Every time I get to feel the cold Christmas breeze, I miss the old days. I miss hanging out together, laughing together and attending the lantern parade.
And through that cold breeze, I become present to my fear of being alone. Fear that I have EVEN when I was still in college...
Monday, November 14, 2005
No Offense to Rob Schneider
A lot of pseudo rock bands are coming out (not out of the closet though, *pauses* I hope). Yesterday, I was watching MTV Sessions and they featured a local band called "The Speaks." I'm not sure how they got their name but definitely, it isn't from Stephen Speaks.
The vocalist said they just recently released their first album/CD under Warner. If you were in a bar and they perform, you'd appreciate them. Guitar was good. However, after listening to several songs, you'd feel like you're hearing the same song over and over again. Most bands are actually like that. Especially if only one gets to write good songs or, probably, since they are of the same interest, all songs sound alike and convey the same message.
The consolation is, some bands are too creative to come up with different titles instead of "insertitleoffirstsong," "insertitleoffirstsong part 2," "insertitleoffirstsong part 3," until the last cut in the album/CD.
If one really prefers to wallow in sadness, The Speaks is an option.
There's a catch though: If you really want to appreciate the lyrics and sway/cry with the melancholic music, you have to close your eyes.
I bet you can't cry if you have Rob Schneider as the vocalist.
Friday, November 11, 2005
Beauty in Misery
I was thinking of a song that I could post today. It was how I wanted to start my day. So I was thinking of another Alanis song to perk me up. Then I thought of a song that I've always wanted to sing but I only knew two lines. So I sing more nah nah nah nah's than the lyrics one could comprehend.
I would never want anyone to see me listening to this song. I'm not yet immuned to its meaning.
When She Cries
The road I have traveled on
Is paved with good intentions
It's littered with broken dreams
That never quite came true
When all of my hopes were dying
Her love kept me trying
And she does her best to hide the pain that she's been through
When she cries at night
And she doesn't think that I can hear her
She tries to hide all the fear she feels inside
So I pray this time
I can be the man that she deserves
'Cause I die a little each time
When she cries
She's always been there for me
Whenever I've fallen
When nobody else believed
She'd be there by my side
I don't know how she takes it
Just once I'd like to make it
Then there'll be tears of joy
That fill her loving eyes
When she cries at night
And she doesn't think that I can hear her
She tries to hide all the fear she feels inside
So I pray this time
I can be the man that she deserves
'Cause I die a little each time
When she cries
So I pray this time
I can be the man that she deserves
'Cause I die a little each time
When she cries
It is only when I am VULNERABLE that I feel most beautiful.
Thursday, November 10, 2005
New definition of the word blooming not related to my plantlike talents:
blooming adj (blū'mĭng)
Statement: Jaycee, you are blooming.
Understatement: Jaycee, you are in skirt.
Usual Follow-up Satement: Do you ALREADY have a boyfriend?
Have you ever seen a chainsaw? Shut up!
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
Well, for quite sometime now, the block has probably imagined and considered being in the Pinoy Big Brother show if it were to have a second season. It is just something that most of us really laugh at.
But given the chance, considering that we won't lose our jobs and still have enough money after the season ends, I would really want the block to be there. Even if not for the house and lot, money, and other prizes that could have been there. Though I'm sure we would consider them if our integrity with regards to conflict of interest is put on the line.
For the purpose of educating the viewers of media literacy, I think all of us would. Then, we'd ask them to bring in Prof. Teodoroand Prof. Arao as guests.
Now, who would agree to have his or her head shaved? If the requests were just to sing, dance, gurgle gasoline, eat (whatever), put up a one-man band, or cross dress, there would be no challenge to that.
From watching TV, I've learned that MTRCB penalized PBB by not airing the program for a week (correct me if I'm wrong). I've not really paid much attention to the program then but I think they did not stop from airing it.
However, from the glimpses I've paid to the television screen when my family members watch it, I noticed that it did change somehow. But I can't say it has improved. One Sunday evening I watched Y Speak Live and the topic was about PBB's penalty. On the anti side were evicted contestants. They were supported by ABS-CBN staff, probably also from the show. I don't really remember who were on the pro side. What I could remember is their argument the show does not educate people properly and that it really made no sense at all (call this selective memory).
ABS-CBN personnel argued that people have the choice to turn off their TVs if they do not like the show.
When will media stop using the reason that they are giving what the people want? According to Sir Teodoro, in one of our Journalsim Ethics class, they are rather giving people what they are forced to want.
It is true that people could turn off their TVs. But how educated are the viewers that they have a choice of watching better programs?
PBB is a strong proof of the substance of Sir Teodoro's address (Against Technicism) in our graduation ceremony in April. As much as broadcast programs are:
Broadcast news is turning into entertainment, and into orgies of voyeurism and bloodlust as it focuses more and more on celebrities in addition to the usual emphasis on blood and gore. Since 96 percent of Filipinos have access to television, and since as a consequence television is the most credible medium for some 72 percent of the population, much of the information Filipinos receive is either in the category of fluff stories on the state of this or that actor’s romantic life... which leave viewers with exactly the impression the state wants people to have: that rather than responses to poverty and injustice rebellions are their causes.
There are so many issues that would eventually arise in educating viewers but all could start by having sophisticated discourses among people. But who shall lead these discussions? How can we expect people to talk about something they don't know they don't know?
Media practitioners should (really x 10 to the nth power) be aware of their social responsibility as much as they are conscious of the business side of the media (ratings, revenues, etc.).
AS for Yeba in PBB Season 2, it would surely rate. But what should the airtime be?
Well, we can probably have EDs in the morning and then "fun" time would be at night, later than the late news.
What if there's only one restriction?
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Yesterday, I was sitting on my work chair, in front of a computer named KC, editing a file, when my officemate accused me of being obscene! Immediately, I asked him what have I done or what have I not done. In my mind, it was because he was too engrossed in the case he was dealing with that probably had "sexual innuendos."
And the reason why he accused me of being obscene: my earrings! My earrings that were silently fastened to my lobes (which, by the way, are named Lisa and Rebecca --L & R).
Then I got it. The earrings I am wearing are a pair of a nut and a bolt. There's nothing Freudian about them, though. They were not originally paired together and when I saw them (a pair of nuts and a pair of bolts), I just thought they could also go together. I got the idea from a crown-and-bottle-opener pair. And since I could not find those, I found my way to pair some things else.
Before he left my desk, I made it clear to him, "I'm not screwing anyone nor am I being screwed by anyone."
Last night, I heard a few good words from Kuya Pax. He said our dreams are God given. Of course, they were not just stuck in our heads after a sleep or after we suddenly bumped our heads into a clear-glass wall we hardly noticed. Now, you're getting an idea of what I never wished to happen to me in front of everyone else. *grin*
What God gave us are the circumstances to help us create those possibilities for ourselves. Circumstances that made us think about life and how we want to position ourselves in the future.
So it could be true that one's main task is just to get those dreams, he or she wanted, accomplished.
What separates the winners from the losers?
According to Wayne Cordeiro in his book Attitudes that Attract Success: You are Only One Attitude Away from a Great Life, winners find opportunities in problems while losers find problems in opportunities.
Monday, November 07, 2005
Please grab a copy of the November issue of the T3 Philippines magazine...
Iceboxace is on page 57.
Sent to me by Terry through email. These were said to be from a book called Disorder in the American Courts and are things people actually said in court, word for word, taken down and now published by court reporters that had the torment of staying calm while
these exchanges were actually taking place.
Q: Are you sexually active?
A: No, I just lie there.
Q: What is your date of birth?
A: July 15.
Q: What year?
A: Every year.
Q: What gear were you in at the moment of the impact?
A: Gucci sweats and Reeboks.
Q: This myasthenia gravis, does it affect your memory at all?
Q: And in what ways does it affect your memory?
A: I forget.
Q: You forget? Can you give us an example of something that you've
Q: How old is your son, the one living with you?
A: Thirty-eight or thirty-five, I can't remember which.
Q: How long has he lived with you?
A: Forty-five years.
Q: What was the first thing your husband said to you when he woke up that
A: He said, "Where am I, Cathy?"
Q: And why did that upset you?
A: My name is Susan.
Q: Do you know if your daughter has ever been involved in voodoo or the
A: We both do.
A: We do.
Q: You do?
A: Yes, voodoo.
Q: Now, Doctor, isn't it true that when a person dies in his sleep, he
doesn't know about it until the next morning?
A: Did you actually pass the bar exam?
Q: The youngest son, the twenty-year-old, how old is he?
Q: Were you present when your picture was taken?
Q: So the date of conception (of the baby) was August 8th?
Q: And what were you doing at that time?
Q: She had three children, right?
Q: How many were boys?
Q: Were there any girls?
Q: How was your first marriage terminated?
A: By death.
Q: And by whose death was it terminated?
Q: Can you describe the individual?
A: He was about medium height and had a beard.
Q: Was this a male, or a female?
Q: Is your appearance here this morning pursuant to a deposition notice
which I sent to your attorney?
A: No, this is how I dress when I go to work.
Q: Doctor, how many autopsies have you performed on dead people?
A: All my autopsies are performed on dead people.
Q: ALL your responses MUST be oral, OK? What school did you go to?
Q: Do you recall the time that you examined the body?
A: The autopsy started around 8:30 p.m.
Q: And Mr. Dennington was dead at the time?
A: No, he was sitting on the table wondering why I was doing an
Q: Are you qualified to give a urine sample?
Q: Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for a pulse?
Q: Did you check for blood pressure?
Q: Did you check for breathing?
Q: So, then it is possible that the patient was alive when you began the
Q: How can you be so sure, Doctor?
A: Because his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar.
Q: But could the patient have still been alive, nevertheless?
A: Yes, it is possible that he could have been alive and practicing law
Imagine reading them while editing a court procedure. I've encountered one as well: the lawyer asked an expert witness if a 10,000-colony was bigger than a 5,000-colony. But he immediately laughed nas asked himself how he actually asked such question.
Thursday, November 03, 2005
At a file regarding driving under the influence of alcohol, which mentioned finger count as one of the Field Sobriety Tests:
THE WITNESS: He manipulated his finger in the proper order. And he touched each finger in the right SEX... So he performed -- manipulated his finger in the proper order. We're looking at small-muscle control.
THE WITNESS: He manipulated his finger in the proper order. And he touched each finger in the right SUCCESSION... So he performed -- manipulated his finger in the proper order. We're looking at small-muscle control.
Lately, I'm becoming famous for these lines:
after a sleepover at Tati's place, in a jeepney on our way to school
ME: (To Neal) Nag-enjoy ka ba kagabi?
when I was telling a story about a classmate in Comm 3 who plays the violin and the guitar, paints, and rides the motorcycle
ME: (to Tati, Neal and Vidal) Mahal ko na siya!
ME: Kasi ginagawa niya lahat ng gusto ko.
when Rommer was asking for that lugaw treat
ROMMER: Jaycee, wala pa akong nakukuhang katas galing sa pinagtrabahuhan mo.
ME: Eh ako rin naman. Wala pa akong nakukuhang katas galing s'yo.
Well, you just really have to know me to understand what I mean.
Some text messages:
from a classmate in Comm 3 who was late for a meeting
VAL: I'm coming!
from JC who was also late in a meeting at Galle
JC: I'm on the way.
manganganak na siya???
LESSON: NEVER BE LATE!
Sabi nga ng teacher ko sa Electronic (yeah, like Mathematic and Physic),
"BE COME ON TIME!"
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
I've just ended my 4-day-break. Waaah! I don't wanna go to work yet...
To my consolation, Yani called and said she's in Pagudpod... Beach!!!
She said she remembered me through the waves. Coz there was this instance when I compared love with the waves during our trip to Zambales.
Yesterday, we went cemetery hopping! I've been to four cemeteries. I've met several schoolmates and one welcomed me by saying, "Kailan mo ia-update 'yung blog mo?"