Who wants to live forever? Raise your hands! I say that’s a perfectly sensible goal… but what will you do with all that time tucked under your belt?

Isn’t a lifetime of problems and difficulties enough for any one man or woman? Would you rather wish for an eternity of struggle?

On a lighter note, have you asked yourself whether you have done a good enough job on your present mortal existence that makes you deserving of an eternal bonus?
The worship of LIFE, it seems, is a human instinct (how else explain our all-consuming tendency for self-preservation, to cling to life no matter what, sometimes in defiance of logic, nature and science).

But the excuse that INSTINCT offers is not enough to extinguish the discontent of those who say that life is overrated? There has to be more to an immortal life than mere instinct.

What Say You?
Reblog this post [with Zemanta]

At the end of the day, we all just want to be real but no, the world just won't let us...

There's the boss at the office to impress, or at least to play pretend to... the fellow white-collar jerks in the lounge to try make laugh by poking fun on the stupid boss... those pesky underlings who you need to show to who's the boss... and back at home there's the real boss, I mean the wife, to boss you around... the kids to gang up on you... and of course the dog, don't forget the dog, whom you need to take outside for a pee or worse... life is full of sh.. demands by other people (and dogs) who want a piece of you, that, often, there's nothing left of you, for you.

As with anything in life that really matters, it takes courage to be true to oneself. Can you imagine the cinematic drama there! Here you are, you just want a few extra minutes all to yourself, say to enjoy your extra rich and classy, aromatic, pure, instant coffee... while the whole world screams back at you in a demanding tone saying "What about your Obligations!?"...

You shrugged off your shoulders and take your fist sip... "The traffic be damned!..." you snorted back "I want my moment..!" You take another sip. Coffee never tasted this good..."the boss and her client waiting for me be damned!... I won't give up this coffee for the world..." It was then that the dog barked at you, gently at first, then awkwardly... threatening to poop on the floor...!"The dog be damned!... I won't be intimidated by no barking beast who happen to share my carpet..."

It was then that the wife looks at you coyly, at first, then looks at the wall clock... and then gazed back at you, slightly disappointed.. you said to yourself "the wife be...!" ...then she said "shouldn't you be going by now... dear?", with emphasis on the dear.

Okay, the wife won this time... again.
Reblog this post [with Zemanta]
I’ve just got wind from the blog mills of this truly unprecedented development: New Zealand is set to prescribe Filipino as a required study in its schools, making it the country’s second language after English. Being a Filipino I couldn’t help but say Great! They couldn’t have made a better choice! Then, quickly, the question, arises: why?? But then my even quicker answer would be why not poknat?
Anong mapapala nila dun? (What benefit would they get from it?) Oh, so much, actually. New Zealand is home to a highly valued crowd of professional Filipinos (13,000 at least while some estimates place them at more than 16,000). Bridging the language barrier between locals and the Filipino foreigners would certainly make their working relationship more friendly, efficient and productive. Indeed it would make New Zealand a little bit more like home for Filipinos, making them a less foreign to their employers. By mastering their language we derived so much from New Zealanders aside from financial rewards; they must figure it’s high time they derive as much from us.
The same, however, can be said of studying any language be it as prestigious as English or French or as obscure as any of the world’s minority languages. For as they say, the biggest gap between peoples is not distance but culture: and language is the bridge that connects that gap. In this light, maybe it’s high time too that Philippine educators begin teaching studes in Metro Manila some of the regional languages. That way they’ll derive as much cultural learning as their peers from the countryside who just moved in. Additionally it would enrich the national language further and faster, making it more facilitative of nation building in these globalized times.
Reblog this post [with Zemanta]
[Posted in JOURNEYIST]

For the last several months I was busy battling my writing fatigue, which has grown to fester me like the plague. In my unrelenting resolve to kill the inner beast I’ve fortuitously discovered a
“cure” that, well, seems to work for me. I’ve realized that my “writing fatigue” was really “language fatigue” in thin disguise, I was literally sick with the English language! I was so sick of it I couldn’t get myself to write any English prose except at work, and even then it always leaves me feeling exhausted.
I’ve made this discovery this after chancing upon an old copy of Balagtas’ Florante at Laura in my in-laws’ bookshelves, and upon reading it sporadically realizing how truly beautiful language could be. This inspired me to read on and read more Tagalog classics condensed in old textbooks, which heretofore serve nothing more than crude dust holders.
With my appetite whetted, I’ve come to a momentous decision, why not revive my study of the Spanish language? I was among the last few students who took 9 units of Spanish in college after the government decided to scrap it as a required subject. Of course I have nothing to show for it apart from the “tres” in my school records. I’ve decided that if I can learn English, I can learn any language I choose. I’m prone to making wrong decisions of course.
As for new language study as cure for my writing fatigue, well I theorized that perhaps, the part of my brain responsible for processing language has become too hardwired to English that it starts to “short-circuit” or “overheat”. By thinking in Tagalog and by learning to think in a totally different language maybe, just maybe, my language processor gets to relax, cool down and regains strength.
tags: writing, blogging, publishing, money, earning, part-time, telecommuting, money, online job,
[Posted in JOURNEYIST]


Email *

Message *



Social Media Icons