The Ordinary

In my current world and 'life' we tend to work for the ordinary people but we keep in mind that our output should not be less than the ordinary. The ordinary people deserves more than what has least been delivered to them. They deserve all the attention that we have in the service.

These created tensions and a countless worries on my part. At times, I wondered how the masses also appreciated and valued the work we do. I know for a fact that very few people cared on what measures we make or approve. It takes a lot of time for the impact of our work to sink in and stir public support or uproar.Another 'ordinary' created a lot of excited and elicited much of attention last week. At least in my island, people were so much up to it. It was the installation of the local ordinary of our Diocese. The only line that caught me so much during his canonical possession was “and now the Ordinary is walking to his Cathedral”. It is an ordinary that is formally addressed as His Excellency…

This thought struck me too much. Greatness by a lot of people was attained because they were so ordinary. Jesus for one drew multitudes of crowds because he is an ordinary doing something excellently. How can this ‘greatness’ be translated into the delivery of services to the people? How can this sensitivity be transferred to many systems and institutions that shout so much of mechanical services and pale much in terms of human heart? (I am not exempted from this righteous question)

These contradictions led me to look into the present Advent. While many people wait for the countless parties and lavish gifts that they have to give away, countless peoples are waiting in vain. They wait in hope for the impossibility to be gone. May joblessness be taken away and the suffering be erased. May the mothers of the disappeared be reunited with their lost sons and/or daughters. When would despair face the transformation of bliss and joy?

spin the bottle

There are games that we have to play inorder to spark a party or a conversation. We did it again and thanks to the reliable bottle.

Weekend at boca del cielo's

It was a hurried weekend. One that parallels the traffic inside the shopping malls. Christmas season is almost here.

I had another schedule and that is to be with friends, enjoy the Cathedral of stars and hear the unadulterated laughter and fearless discussion among friends. We converged at Doljo. We groped through the dark shores and hoped that the slimy crawling creatures chose another sandy shore to be at that time.

It was a decision to be there. I could have slept at home and just forget about everything. However, the events of some people withdrawing support from our much prepared manifesto was not just a headache but caused heartache from me.

So, I went out to my solace, my oasis. I was with friends who will soon leave the island to be with their families in their respective lands. I was with people who can intelligently engaged in a soulful conversation or crack a very funny joke at a blink of any anatomy...

Early morning, we discussed criminal law thanks to a party crasher who thought very less of the Filipinas who joined in the party. The men at the party were incensed and howled in protest but we toned down the situation saying that we will just tell the necessary feedback to the barangay.

We gleefully asked for G.... to be patalsikin... It was a mantra and a competition as to who can give the best punchline among us all.

We had a good time. Perhaps, it was also because it was a despidida of sorts to all of us. We have our own journey to do and a moving on to encounter.

tea on the rocks

Singapore could also be confusing especially if your travel agency is not so serious (or not trying hard to take care of the client---hmm another blog).

We went from one hotel to another spending so much money for the taxi and waiting in vain to places where we should be. When we found our hotel, we were so exhausted and my companions cried out for food. HOwever, they couldn't have the usual inon-unan or sinigang or the bagoong that they craved for. It is Singapore for goodness sake. They just have to point out with prayers that the food would be palatable for their taste.

My first real order was the iced tea with milk. I have to order lots of ice as I anticipated how warm (hot) that iced tea could be. Then goes my first real experimental photo shoot in Singapore.

Boredom

When boredom strikes, I put myself to a stop. I can't go anywhere. I turn to autopilot mode.

Questions come and I welcome them. I became busy at the thought of what to answer.

And then, I became busy again. The boredom is left untouched. It awaits for another state.

Boredom became a love-hate relationship on my part. I came to detest the state of knowing not what to do ---of being suspended on air.

Con Ass rantings

Let me vent out my frustration at receiving the news while I was out of the country. The nation's representatives sleepily agreed to change the course of history (or rather take it into their hands) by approving the constitution of Con Ass. When I read it over my mobile phone, I felt like remaining out of the country and declaring a leave of absence as a Filipino in the meantime.

However, the curdling of my blood and the shock at how some of the politicians accepted it in stride was just too much. I was even tempted to resign immediately from work. I could understand that some local politicians are so scared of the amount of money they have to put up for the coming elections. However, my idealistic mind took over...

What better way to name the move like CON ASS! From the very start, we were thought not to lick asses as it would be the lowest form of giving away oneself. We were also thought to be wary of cons. They wouldn't beat an eyelash of stripping you off of whatever 'treasures or honor' one may have.

Now, I begin to wonder who are the cons and the asses? Which is of lower form? The con or the asses. If the Ass is such a con, would they qualify to be the so-called dumb ass holes our country could ever-glorify in masse?

Scraam you dumb!

Plateau stage...

when sharing angst is the business of those who open this blog of mine, I don't feel any guilt for to those weighed down by what i say. At times I feel that i have to much to let out. Sometimes, I feel so shallow that I don't feel like advertising this blog. This is simply just for me.

I just got back from a long travel. It was really nothing extra ordinary. I was just simply accompanying people that are supposed to be older and mature. I couldn't help but marvel at how 'childish' they could be.

My favorite question at that time was 'what am i doing here?'

hurried angst

It is beyond comparison when one experiences riding over a humanmade rollercoaster...

It is the ride of my life to a destination that I don't think I will like or from a place I dreaded not because I have been physically there. It is just that I am going nowhere...