Switching On the Sun

Way to Find It

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Sat, 17 Jul 2010 17:34:00 +0000

A trip to the bank as the saying goes connotes satisfaction as it means cashing in. I recently went to a bank but to rather settle an obligation. Still glad though as I still have the finances to clear dues.
Affiliation aside, I thought I’d try to go through the standard process if only to prove how their customer service corresponds with their catchphrase. Their slogan seems to be suggestive of getting things done with whatever means just when things are seemingly inaccessible, so they say.
Implying that they find ways, I wonder if it holds true in rendering service in an appropriate manner. Does dealing with customers a part of finding ways on how every transaction would be as contentedly attainable?

As if rooted on the ground having to stand for quite a while wasn’t wearing enough, the long queue likewise made it all the more uneasy. For a big company, there were no queue numbers for should’ve-been (or preferably) seated clients. The number of clientele might have outnumbered their manpower; that’s alright as much as understandable. But they should have been more unwearied even if only to put on a smile. If they were tired, I supposed, so were the lined-up customers waiting to be called by the seated bank personnel. And it was the customers who were made to wait while they excused themselves to get each a nibble of a probably mouth-watering treat. While we get to wonder what that probable indulgence you were chewing on was that seemed tempting indeed to make us wait further, I thought how it would be fair if we could also leave our line for just a moment without further getting deferred even if just to munch on something to ease such draining process…
Pleasantly achieving the goal is reliant on the manner by which it was accomplished. Results however aren’t entirely dependent on how it’s aimed at. I say, they were more of just getting it done. With due deference, they were true to their saying. The munching and all could have been a way of forgoing their snack breaks just so to accommodate us. Or most likely confirm how they find a way… All the same, it would be better though if rather they show the way.

Of Fashionable Taste and Tasteful Fashion

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Fri, 16 Jul 2010 16:00:00 +0000

Fashion is dictated by taste. Or about taste… Is it?
During big celebrity gatherings, defining moments for Stars usually get defined with if not by a fashion faux pas. Considering that a Star could have self-expressed gratification over her choice of dress (or gown to even wear it in the first place) only to be criticized with that of poor fashion sense, who then is more credible, the Star or the critic? Isn’t the dress designed by someone tasteful enough to be in the business? The more pushy questions could be, “Are fashion designs (even tastes) based on standards or expression of the artist behind it?” Are fashion designers (or critics) to dictate what is acceptable or not? Aren’t they being cynical about their objective as designers when similarly being disapproving of their co-fashion designers’ work?
Having witnessed a fashion show of some sort yesterday, I personally thought that the outfits were outlandish unless if it were for costume purposes. The use of indigenous materials while integrating a fitting design was expressed as an art rather than designed for its basic purpose. Who, anyone in their right minds, would even wear those? Nevertheless, the designer received a warm reception. A courteous audience; either that or they were really overwhelmed for some reasons.
It could just as well be the critical person in me. Aren’t we all? I’ve recently read about some top fashion no-nos. The poll was based from perception of regular people. As far as how I would most likely gauge it, their analyses made sense. That would apparently validate our (or the general public’s) ordinary taste to an exquisite one.
The absurdity though is when a celebrated fashion designer launches a dubious creation; his name rather carries it into some point of respectability. Regardless of the probable outrageous design, its branded status seems to bolster it still.
Dressing up or to simply clothe was initially actuated to rather serve as cover for all its worth. Designs weren’t given consideration. Could you imagine the first people to have been fussy over the kind of leaf to use in concealing their ‘privates’… Needless to say, “outfits” then were purposeful; not that using a sheep’s wool over goat’s hide would confirm who’s in vogue or outdated. If it was, that would explain the extinction of some animals… the mammoths’ fur could have been the Versaces, the Chanels or the Ralph Laurens back then (LOL!) Though give it to man’s ingenuity, clothing has leveled up (or leveled down, whichever suits you).

Point is that whatever we’re appropriately wearing, as long as we feel comfortable in it based on our own taste… Let us neither be offensive nor defensive from being a critic or being criticized. Being condemnatory and swollen with pride only proves our being to be even worse than those hunting for fur instead… How we look in our clothes is just skin deep. What matters is the personality behind the one wearing it… This way, fashion would be as tasteful as sincerity…

Elemental Surprise

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Sun, 11 Jul 2010 13:21:00 +0000

The element in “element of surprise” is, as it actually suggests, an elemental factor in hyping up what is to be open to the elements. Too much elements? Exactly the point. Or (quite apt) exactly the element… Stirring some suspense for an anticipated revelation further intensifies excitement. ‘Teasers’ for one is an element. It drives curiosity to keep track until it’s satisfied.
Satisfaction however should have a sustainable touch that would allow for a possible carry-over.
The now former Cavalier LeBron James’ recent “The Decision” created quite a stir that made headlines as much as headaches. The group responsible for such hoopla did well in having it hyped as they have probably expected. However, the manner by which it was decided on how it is to take effect was not of a sound decision. It was noise. After which, it has created louder noise…
Sound and noise differ like that of marketing and business though complementary. The soundness of marketing basics is to be sounded off in tune with the clamoring-for-more that is expected of a business. That is how (business) noise should be as sound.
In LeBron’s case, people (especially those from Cleveland) were in an uproar. As it is, this is not good business as it affects one vital element of marketing – image. Attaining a business goal is not exactly achieving its (set of) objectives and most likely not realizing its vision. Image is the (business’) deemed notion among its benefactors that could either make or break it. Thus, sustainable developments are rather effectuated for continuity. The least we expect from supporters and sponsors alike is for them to lose confidence, consequently, shunning away from that of what the business holds for growth.
Unless you’re one selfish “businessman”, progression could be limited to a certain degree. Your self-absorbed actions could correspondingly absorb your resources that would either validate your selfishness or humble you not to be one as you could end up losing everything and not have a single thing to share. What LeBron needs now is another marketing element that is PR to ameliorate what is left to salvage if he’s even concerned of such. Prior to the entire ruckus, he was the top commodity in the market. He still is but to lose a considerable share of what makes him the top dog inches him closer to a lower level.
With the mixture of marketing elements, the regard for its correlation is (once again) elemental in any business plan. Coming up with a plan, (say) a promotion with all the resonance of ad campaigns to boost market value, it has to have an integration of the right apportionment of elements from the initial stages (not up to the end result but) up to the likely basis of a continuance. From a simple retail store for instance, one may have made substantial sales but to not able to assure the return of customers for some reason forgo of its sustenance.
Under the circumstance where LeBron is currently in, we understand how a ball bounces and roll. He’ll probably bounce back and will be on a roll. From 23, he will be donning number 6. 2 x 3 is 6. This could be an assist for an easy 2 till it’ll be multiplied by threefold towards 6 rings also. Or it could be some sort of integration where he could unify opposing views in relation to his surprising decision – The Decision.
We could only wait; perhaps for Dan Gilbert’s assumption on Cleveland’s championship before LeBron’s…
Until the next surprise. Until we are all witnesses.

Happy Fathers' Day Today and Tomorrow and the day after that and...

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Sun, 20 Jun 2010 06:38:00 +0000

Today we celebrate Fathers’ Day. Now that the celebration is likewise intended for me having two kids of my own, certain still is that I’m also a son. In relation to the occasion, I was a son to my father whom I (still) look up to and to whom I have somehow patterned my fatherhood approach.
Fatherhood actually depends on one’s distinct method. It is from these means that fathers are measured up by their children as to how they are as a father. The partiality behind it though is that in such gauging process, considering we normally have one father, comparison is based between one’s own and that of other children’s father. Thus, the probable claim “My Dad’s the best father” of one child will always be disputable… as much as rather than argue with one’s parenting style, regard the difference instead even if only for realization to set in for both father and child as to the idiosyncrasies and exclusive circumstance of their relationship. Recognizing how these disparities could work for them make their rapport all the more distinctive. Circumstances allow for either adapting or developing what’s there for us to decide on. Decision, after all, is something to be acted on with conviction like that of how a father would do.
My father would have decided to celebrate today’s occasion with so much anticipation as it’s just an annual commemoration. The rest of the year is “Mothers’ Day” (LOL). Or for us fathers, except for today, everyday is our “Wife’s Day” (LOL Harder)… “In our household, I AM THE LAW!!! Though my wife amends the law if not the law breaker” (LOL still).
Kidding aside, Fathers’ Day is actually every day; it could however be more appropriate to identify it as “Children’s Day” or perhaps “Family Day” (with due deference to actual dates)… We are fathers because of our children… because of the family we lead – everyday.
YES! This way, fathers will be reminded daily of the responsibility behind their roles… May we be real Dads or Stepfathers, biological or surrogate, with similar or diverse styles, more than a commitment, it’s a privilege.

Title

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Sun, 30 May 2010 06:55:00 +0000

Title for a title? Sounds inadequate.
Somehow suggestive of what’s it all about if not absorbing of what to expect, titles are preferably catchy enough to stir such. If used to address designations, ranking titles manifest some level of authority.
What’s in a title anyway?

Considering the foregoing points of consideration, titles could be coined to serve such purpose. There are job positions that carry an influential description for a title. It is however intended to establish clout and some respectability but could be unfairly compared to a less significant-sounding title from a bigger entity or company perhaps. For instance, a Branch Manager of a small business could just be comparable to a Supervisor of a bigger department of a far superior store. Though, we cannot dispose of the probability of a subordinate being better than the boss. In such case, we have to be acknowledgeable of that. Accordingly, aiming for a higher position as a subsequent step is the normal trend. As far as anyone’s career is concerned, the improving of one’s title is a validation of success.
Other than the once head of state and now “just” a member of congress by plan, in a realistic corporate set-up however, what if one from a more likely influential position was asked to assume a believed-to-be inferior role? Will you feel demoted? Perhaps yes. Human nature allows us to act as human as possible and part of which is our pride we typically give so much weight into. What others will say about your “seeming failure” matter so much that pride is prioritized other than more important concerns. To get affected by it is normal but don’t dwell on it as if pride will provide for everything that really matters. Your family’s bread-and-butter is one; it may not be as “tasteful” as the pride you’ll swallow but it will not just satisfy hunger but true honor.

It is not in the title but in the execution of the role. “There are no small roles; only big headed actors” – that is if I could somehow give a little twist from that of such famous line. This however holds true for those who refuse to acknowledge the essence of another role to a cause contingent of various functions other than their egos bloated by their superior position.
Furthermore, holding a key designation should be earned and substantiated rather than just blown by your own horn. A title will remain to be just a title if the essence behind it lacks confirmation of its credibility. On the other hand, an “untitled” could earn a more sensible name by first assuming professionalism and maturity not just for a title but principle. Gaining another experience further establishes one’s knowledge and well-roundedness.
With vindication as a probable sequel, the truth behind responsibility assessments could yet be the best title.

To Each His Own

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Mon, 26 Apr 2010 15:50:00 +0000

“No man is an island” is an idiom that means people essentially depend on one another as much as people live for others. I supposed even one’s self-centered tendency expresses some point on how such selfishness allows others who are not to realize their windfall for not being one. But if such egotism influences others to rather be the same, it exemplifies how “no man is an island” should rather be responsibly considered. Other people live their lives with the thought that living it their way without regard for what others will feel as it is their life anyway clearly substantiates their naivety on social responsibility or social relation if I may say so. If self-expression is the reason then do it privately if the only purpose is to assert it for your own satisfaction in the first place. However, if publicly addressed, expect people’s individuality not to uncompromisingly conform with your thoughts as well. Being defensive of criticisms further manifests your egocentricity. How ironic it is for this kind of people to get unconstructively affected by how others react to their self-absorbed nature when the reaction could as well be the other party’s manifestation of being self-expressive.
Even if it’s through song, painting, poetry, article, blog or what have you, what is conveyed would elicit varied reactions from a diverse audience. Unfortunately, quite a lot make use of these mediums to insensitively communicate their self-expression not to mention “over share”. Fact of the matter is that people are entitled to their own opinion as much as characterized by free will. The more significant truth though remains that we have to be responsible in conveying our sentiments (even actions) if only to be considerate of other’s way of thinking. Secondly, it’s likewise respectful of one’s self considering the emancipation from off-putting judgment of which (as abovementioned) egotistical people seem to have difficulty accepting.
Sincerity is one thing; a dignified value in fact. Yet, one’s transparency doesn’t have to be precariously divulged at the expense of anyone’s feelings including your own. Should your open thoughts draw out pessimistic comments, either take it constructively or just be impassive by it as you were perhaps equally unmindful in imparting your message. Classic example of this is how well-known people react to speculative rumors or unpromising criticisms thrown at them. Initially hearing about it, most likely they’re all infuriated and invective but in going public to clear their names, they’ll in all probability be defensively composed - in appealing for understanding, yet in denial, in being heedless about it or however it will be in accordance with a practical approach. They could just ignore the whole thing but their clout on others could be too influential to disregard. It’s a principle that one should play a role for the wellbeing of others and not be solely devoted to one’s personal gain. It’s a responsibility among fellowmen as a commitment and a fitting recognition that indeed no man is an island.
Nevertheless, if one is as proud and stubbornly selfish, let it be for others’ realization of such negativity that’s not worth emulating. In as much as we dislike and disapprove such self-regarding attitude and hope for its enlightenment, to each his own…

Politically Inclined

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Sat, 17 Apr 2010 15:36:00 +0000

In less than a month, we are to seat selected officials into public service. On top of it all, the top seat will be taken on by a new head. As ordinary citizens, we are all hoping if not assured of the realization of our patriotic hopes in line with the current promises of whoever would claim victory but not necessarily the confidence of a greater number.
The “democratic disadvantage” over our system is that too many candidates are allowed to run for the same position. Thus, winning is based on majority vote; however, the rest of the voting public combined who did not support such candidate outnumbers the winning votes. Unless it’s a landslide triumph, there are more people to convince still of the winner’s capacity to lead us. The bigger drawback is that most of these substantial number aren’t as supportive, treating the victor as the adversary, sourly substantiating themselves as the opposition. There is no unity. The biggest setback though is amongst all of us. The electorate’s inclination towards a certain political party (or a specific candidate) intensifies loyalty dictated by one-sided beliefs without consideration of the common good in every intention regardless of whose intent it is. Blinded by not being the party-in-the-position, they continue to discredit the seated one rather than work as a team or more than anything else, as united Filipinos. We become the critical “good guys” who seem to know everything without realizing it’s in criticizing we’re actually good at… From amongst friends in a simple drinking binge to a spontaneous conversation, we all have our “indisputable opinions”. Thus, we admit it or not, we are as political. Politicking is innate in most if not all of us.
These are realities. And it is through these actualities that make it all the more full of irony. Funny how we tend to think ill, more so speak negatively of politicians being too political when in fact we all are. May it be at work or any where perhaps, there’s politics going on. Either we’re into it or otherwise, we’re a part of it. Our involvement or non-intervention plays a significant part in all its political sense. Funnier still is how, because of this perception, other politicians or candidates market themselves as non-politicians (or at least not the traditional) but as “leaders”. Furthermore, they claim to be the answer to the problem. Most hysterical however, as if we aren’t the “smart” people that we assume we are, we now don’t know how it works as we get influenced. Either that or we are swept off our feet with the promise of tomorrow. Even if an elected official has the right formula for success if it does not egoistically sit well with us, the foreboding unsuccessful situation we could be in could as well be attributed to our lack of support.
We’re smarter than that or at least let us be. “If anyone of you is without sin, let him be the first to throw a stone…” as the biblical message goes, similar to how we could be judgmental of a candidate’s failings given the nature of condemnation most of them are seemingly (or desperately) accustomed to in dishonoring their political rivals (or even the latter’s party). Talk about honor… While in defense, no candidate will confirm his unacceptable misdeed without justifying or worst lying about it. And after demeaning each other, wouldn’t they be using each other? “Jump ship” possibly for whatever political plans? They could as well be using the machinery of the party for their own agenda but are they actually supportive of their party or party mates for that matter over their friends (true or useful) at the other side? Correspondingly, there are the subtle kinds of schemes for a political campaign seemingly projecting nothing but positivity yet the sincerity behind it?
These are just few instances wherein we could actually realize how it is in politics but then again, we know that already. Right? After all, we are politically inclined. For all we know, we could resort to such exploit under a political scenario, public or private.
Unless an official isn’t REALLY deserving of our trust due to an evident indiscretion, let us not be too sensitive and overly disapproving of issues we could possibly be cunningly swayed into believing. Remember, it’s no different from being understanding and accepting still of loved ones despite their imperfections; same goes on how we’re accepted back regardless of our own shortcomings. No matter who is seated, there will always be the critic in all of us. Are we acting the same way towards the head in our respective work places or families perhaps? How do we go about it while maintaining cordiality for the sought after diplomacy?
With how politicians and candidates are and how we realize our similarities, let our differences be a reason for tolerance… No one’s perfect but it is through limitations that we learn to not just strive but how to position ourselves (for success)... That said; let us be suitably sensible yet realistic in choosing one who’ll well-represent our common aspiration WITH our substantial contribution. If none, file for your candidacy!

Opposites Attract

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Sun, 11 Apr 2010 00:59:00 +0000

Last Friday was the Philippines’ 68th commemoration of Araw ng Kagitingan (Day of Valor). Fearlessness would have been a good thing to manifest… courage, a good thing to emulate…
A day prior to that, I received a Gold Credit Card from EastWest Bank. It was quite a surprise as I didn’t apply for it. However, they misspelled my name. Possibly intended or otherwise, it seemed a living-up-to-their-name sort of a thing. “Going East but West bound or vice versa?” Or apparently a surprise that does not want to stir astonishment or a ‘go’ ordered stopped... “Activate, deactivate”… It’s about the opposite as the astounding offering also enthused apprehension. Or they could have thought of the coinciding holiday for heroes to lure clients into a daring situation for investment…
Does EastWest mean from Northwest to Northeast or Southwest to Southeast? Or does it just denote its global coverage? Why not Northsouth? Just a thought… Not that I’m leaning towards the opposite for a change in subject…
Anyway, going back, how ironic of my reservations to activate a credit card membership in a time about bravery is what seems to be the current outlook. I’m the cash-basis kind of a person. I worry about possible debts. With the substantial credit limit, my wife daringly insisted that I accept it and make her as a supplementary card holder. Accordingly, she said that it would be a perfect gift for our wedding anniversary. Quite timely, it was our 4th Wedding Anniversary. I thought otherwise. She was being bold, I wasn’t being fearless enough. More often than not, we have conflicting viewpoints. We’re opposites. I’m East, she’s West. Physically intimate though, alternately we’re North and South (LOL).

With the day of valor simultaneously observed with our union, fittingly as well is how brave one becomes in engaging in such a commitment. I was brave enough 4 years ago. And I’m similarly gallant still to endurably honor that vow regardless of the tiresome lows from that of the expected ups and downs. Quite a number of people I know who were correspondingly brave to have declared “I do” is now saying “I did”. Substantiating such firmness doesn’t qualify me to be a subject for the other day’s occasion of venerating heroes. In fact I’m afraid. I’m merely afraid of losing what our family collectively values – our togetherness.
As far as EastWest is concerned, their “gift” could probably signify East meets West as it is similar to that of my wife and me being together considering our peculiarities that are enough for us to go on similarly opposite directions. Having thought of the boldness I have to act upon once again should I take the credit card and to ensure rightful embodiment of valor for the other day’s event, will I bravely accept the card with its family-benefiting advantages after a thorough consideration? I DO! I mean I will… Did opposites just attract? I’ll make…

SAD

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Tue, 06 Apr 2010 15:21:00 +0000

With my wife and two kids scheduled to go down to Manila early today, I kept on reminding my wife of possible occurrences in need of extra heedfulness. How seemingly calculating of me as well to ask my wife to text me every now-and-then if only to inform me of their whereabouts for the duration of their approximately 6-hour trip.
Though I was on sick leave, I have to go to work for some pressing issues. Consequently, I wasn’t able to see them off. The only consolation for a worry-free waiting while working would have been text messages as confirmation of their travel status. However, I didn’t receive any. I was concerned of their wellbeing to the point I can’t fully focus on whatever I was doing. Close to being worried-sick, I thought I was suffering from a separation anxiety disorder.
It’s a different case when I’m the one traveling. This time, the thought of their vulnerability in a place they’re not too familiar with gave me apprehensions. After quite a while, a call from my wife confirmed their safe arrival. That somehow eased my almost 8-hour edginess.
Though the silence here at home from my children’s liveliness seems deafening. And the sight of an empty bed for their trampoline shows me images of their bounciness. I miss them.

Fact of the matter is that the moment they were yet to travel had me missing them already. Whatever I felt, it wasn’t Separation Anxiety Disorder after all. This psychological condition’s initial letters confirm what I feel though – SAD.

"Footprints In Boracay"

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Fri, 02 Apr 2010 04:07:00 +0000

Declared as non-working holidays are the final days of the Holy Week. It is to commemorate how Our Savior manifested His being as such. Redeeming us all from our transgressions, the occasion to gratefully rejoice entreats us. Yet how are we to do that? How does the Lord want us to go about it? With the long weekend serving to be a respite from work exhaustion, quite a lot engage in worldly jubilation. Just when we were saved from our indiscretions, how ironic of us and revel still with the lack of good sense…
It’s expected for us to do so through prayers and sacrifices; that’s as far as the church is concerned. What is a 3-day renunciation of earthly desires compared to a year as their dispute beckons us to be as dutiful. As if prayers aren’t implored throughout other days and devotedly working for family’s bread-and-butter most of the time isn’t reparation enough, the rationale to celebrate life is yet questioned. It is but human for us including church elders to see the obvious but close our eyes to anyone’s heart’s intent.
While multitudes flock to popular destinations, the likes of these places are already associated with merriment as opposed to the occasion’s outlook. One priest during a mass condemned people spending the Holy Week in Boracay... Does the very-understanding-Lord’s own expectation of us actually a semblance with that of His Church’s human elders? Secluded as these leaders, their assumption could be as partial to how they have as well opted to sacrifice their self-rule. Answering their calling, they have studied and went through the course but Spiritually gifted with wisdom? Do some of them even judiciously think of The Lord’s sense of reasoning as basis for their point of view?
I beg for your understanding as the foregoing tends to question the concerned holy men. There are just some religious laws mandated by similarly humans that are seemingly judgmental. If these are thought of and implemented by such minds, isn’t these brains constrained as well to shut for open-mindedness? Or should their heart contemplate for them? If they start enacting religious laws as a resort to end wicked indulgence, is it a sign of their weakening faith? These are some reasons as to the deflection of members being sensitive to man’s doings at the expense of the church it embodies…
These are just a few of religious concerns not intended to question nor corroborate anyone’s belief. We just have to be responsible enough to know as devoted members of our religion that our faith rest in our God… as if working for a corporation, our loyalty remains with the company duly represented by the one truly behind every aspect of its foundation not with any co-employee for a superior however with acknowledgment still for the latter’s role… Unless they objectively substantiate their representation, allegiance ensues.
Speaking of vocation, after working hard for God’s Glory considering for whom and what it’s meant, responsibly celebrating life should be reasonable. Honoring how Jesus died for our sins comes about since His death was meant for the continued existence of mankind in the first place. We have gained life through His death. Its annual commemoration is a reminder for us to be thankful and repentant, thus we celebrate life for it is an opportunity to live in accordance with His will. Jesus doesn’t die every year for us to act as if we’re likewise mourning. Rightfully enjoying during this Lenten Season doesn’t mean we’re thoughtlessly forgetful of our faithfulness. Let us not be judgmental of people taking on their R & R during a time life is a reminder of God’s ultimate sacrifice. Let us pray and, like our Father God, have an enduring faith for enlightenment for those terribly irresponsible that do so. I believe God wants us to meaningfully live our life to the fullest with full understanding of how to live for others…

Given the incalculability of our existence, as if it’s the last, every today is that moment. Given God’s Divine Presence, isn’t it possible for someone spending the Holy Week in Boracay to reflect on his and His “Footprints In The Sand”?

Picture Perfect

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Wed, 31 Mar 2010 03:38:00 +0000

I’ve always been interested with photography. Investing on an SLR was thought of since then. Recently though, I found myself owning one finally. It’s digital. As a beginner, I don’t even have an idea on photography’s basic particulars. Canon and Nikon were likewise subjects of discussion as to what among these brands will measure up to my standards as a novice. Relying on the internet, more than the features I don’t know a thing about, “the friendliest DSLR” for a catchphrase caught my fancy instead and so I got myself a Nikon D3000.
Nikon and Canon’s advantage over the other isn’t really clear (multi-pixel clear that is) as they still try to outdo each other. It’s more like brand loyalty that dictates what and how users tend to advocate their respective brand for a camera. Nikon users would most likely say their camera is better, whereas those who own Canon would probably be as ardently confirming about their brand.
There are even those who invest on these DSLRs but it doesn’t mean they’re already certified photographers. One could even have the best camera but doesn’t have the discriminating eye for anything worthy of a frame. (One Facebook account even stated: “Just because I carry an SLR, does not necessarily make me a professional ; )”) Attending a recent event, quite a number were immodestly brandishing their state-of-the-art DSLRs. It’s awkward not to think that they don’t characterize themselves as one who’s into such art but a substantiation of their expending capacity. Amidst long lenses attached on big bodies, my camera looked petite and pitiable (LOL). To be fair though, the main purpose makes it all worthwhile – to record memories: personal photographs that is. Nevertheless, anyone interested in creative photography, what matters is your enthusiasm and knack for it.
More than the camera, I believe that photography is about the subject. How it’s artistically shot at an angle or the effect of natural light that breathes life into it and further enlivens the colors is more like how I could appreciate an image. The representation in all its pristine state conveyed by the subject is likewise what makes it quite an art. Except for marketing purposes and for commercialism perhaps, for me, photography is capturing the essence of a “one-time” moment. Thus, the use of Photoshop for enhancements similarly alters the portrayed meaning.
Beautiful sceneries, landscapes, nightscapes, lights, sunset, fireworks maybe, even portraiture and what have you as focal points are picturesque enough. Normally, most subjects already appeal to the photographer with the objective somehow of fascinating as well would-be viewers. Unless it’s for a purposeful material, rarely are subjects with off-putting implication that serve as an artistic impression for a theme. Is there even anyone interested enough to shoot the likes of feasting maggots, cluttered garbage, a filthy ditch and then have it framed. For instance, taking on “droppings” as subject repulses the appeal as it does naturally. However, if one could picture it as engaging as it could get, then that’s photography at its instinctive form. The only question perhaps is on what month could such picture be featured for a calendar…
Currently, in yet trying to figure out different settings of my camera, I’m in the stage of taking pictures that would hopefully give me some gratification as a budding hobbyist. Photography is an art after all, an expression of “views” so to speak; the camera is just a medium.

Written In My Palm

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Mon, 29 Mar 2010 04:18:00 +0000

As if bound to commemorate Palm Sunday, with my right hand's pinky sustaining a fracture, my palm swelled passing more like a palm leaf than a hand. With my arm serving to be its trunk seemingly rooted, I can’t comfortably move nor do much with it. Its orthopedic cast can’t even be soaked thus moving about involving water (taking a bath most particularly) makes it like an initial atonement for the Holy Week. My fracture is nothing compared to being crucified and all though; and it’s not like it will redeem the world. Making it uneasy are the itch I can’t scratch, holding some things with just three fingers, brushing my teeth with my left hand and wanting to be helpful still, I volunteered to wash the dishes with one hand. Contrary to how I got the injury, not getting any younger, I’ve also been jokingly taunted as a “wimp”. But then again, these are tolerable compared to the unbearable agony, however withstood, in self-sacrificing in order to save mankind. Nevertheless, it’s saving me. I’ve further realized how important every detail no matter how small. It’s not how small one thing is but how considerable is its purpose. Citing my little finger for instance, it balances how a hand will function. We may lose it and make tasks difficult but things are yet physically possible. Same goes for anything we value perhaps, losing it doesn’t mean it’s the end. Everything has a purpose and every occurrence has a reason. Even questionable matters transpiring as unfavorable to our plans could be the basis for us to realize how through our experiences, answers are provided for others. It likewise allows us to look at the brighter side of things even if we’re serving to be the subject as to why.
If through my injury, others will be more cautious in avoiding such preventable misfortune then my accident served a purpose. Others will likely be more conscious of their health and care for their bones’ needs so as not to be as brittle. If others will realize how fortunate they are not being such a “wimp”, they’ll probably be more careful not to be considered as one.
On the other hand, whatever happened to my hand may have timely occurred for Palm Sunday setting off the Holy Week and induce others to teasingly think of me as “what a wimp!” then it’s meant to be. This incident was bound to happen. Carrying out whatever purpose, wimp could actually mean the answer as it is Written In My Palm.

Recognizing Intelligence

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Thu, 25 Mar 2010 07:48:00 +0000

Today, we came from my daughter Chakai’s recognition day. It was actually their school’s 6th Commencement Exercise for grade school. Part of the program was to recognize the students’ exemplary curricular achievements. As we were told of such occasion with Chakai being among the honor-students, we were quite surprised to have heard her name called for one more award. Though very proud of what Chakai has attained, I can’t seem to be contemptibly boastful of having my genes in her as the factor for her accomplishments. Hereditary reasons for ones’ own offspring’s success has been a common leg-puller for a story. The thing is it’s jokingly addressed with a confirming witticism. That’s alright. However, prior to this prideful day, one person was so proud of her “intellectual genetics” that she claims (through FB) of such to be the foundation of Chakai’s academic triumph. Apparently discontented of her assertion, she continued to validate their family’s innate ascendancy by declaring their state-university upbringing (make that UPbringing). She could have stopped after her initial comment and that would have been alright. Yet, rubbing THEIR “Ivy League” orientation in was out-of-line. It wasn’t smart. It’s like saying that those who didn’t go to school are stupid or just because you went to “that school”, nothing compares… One who has the means to go to a good school doesn’t mean has the clout to be as worthy as what it projects; even that is no-brainer. Just when the issue was about intelligence, good judgment seems to have been missed out. Or she could have been at a lost between being smart and being smart-alecky.

Also, pride appeared to have likewise gotten the better off her as she seemed to have been provoked by similar witty comments from my side of the family. Aggravating as well was how I harmlessly (so I thought) commented back on how Chakai should rather be encouraged instead and given the credit that’s due her…

Unaware of one’s background (or really manifesting the lack of intelligence), before you could be self-importantly rude, have at least the decency to know first where your subject-of-insult comes from. One who’s gifted enough exudes modesty… and encouragement is supposed to be inspiring not boastful.
Unless one’s existence is through nature-defying scientific breakthrough by an “intelligent” scientist, our being from that of The Creator is a collaboration of more than one hereditary unit. Nevertheless, one’s intellect is not solely credited to these sequences of DNAs. For if we are bright enough, it would be comprehensible for us to know that intelligence is the capacity to acquire and apply knowledge through a range of aspects. I just gained another: Intelligence is recognizable even through stupidity.

Leap Day

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Sun, 21 Mar 2010 02:17:00 +0000

When my son was about to be born a little over two years ago, we decided for my wife to conceive on the 29th of February instead. Jokingly, we thought it would be cost-effective celebrating his birthday only after every four years. In fact, the idea of one’s birthday falling on a day that rarely comes by has all-the-rage sense into it.
A contention on when to annually celebrate it was likewise brought up. Some argues on holding it on the 28th as it is still within the birth month while I believe March 1 to be more precise. As if the 29th occurring after the 28th isn’t enough, birthdays are usually celebrated for the whole year that passed completing a celebrant’s age and for the start of another year. Thus, commemorating it after the 28th is more exact.
Last March 1, we celebrated my son Lucas’ 2nd birthday. Like that of his sister Chakai’s b-day recently, we rather marked his natal day minus a big party; not that he wouldn’t mind nor he already values practicality, it’s just that he still couldn’t care less…
On the other hand, if I have the excessive means, it would be much easier to manifestly communicate a sense of responsibility. Forgoing such celebration won’t seem to be a reason based on frugality. I don’t, however, want to justify such moderation. Though I hope my children will realize the importance of setting priorities as much as the value of resources.
Anyway, the good thing about Lucas’ birthday is that it could be celebrated anytime, thus this article seems to be behind schedule. February 29 is Leap Day. As Lucas turned 2, he’s more up-and-about. Realizing his effort of totally being able to lift his feet off the ground with at least an inch, he now jumps a lot. As if that’s not enough, he jumps from one place to another. He’s likewise fond of basketball enthusiastically simulating a jump shot. With a seemingly ridiculous wish of him making it to be the next endorser of Jump Man (Air Jordan shoes), sets us off to also jump for joy. Nevertheless, just being healthy, getting to enjoy his youth, being himself and his mere presence causes us to notionally bounce from cloud nine to the next; anticipating every development.
Right now, our jumping feet are off as Lucas is down with a fever. If it’s an occasion to further show how much we care for him; if it’s normal; if it’s an indication for us not to take things for granted and make the most of out of every aspect; if too many “ifs” or “what ifs” isn’t pessimistically regarded if only to strengthen our Faith more, then it’s another leap day.

Food for Thought: Divided Odors, United Colors

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Wed, 10 Mar 2010 16:42:00 +0000

At times, having an appetite for something pleasing to the palate comes about as hunger strikes. Dining out allows one to satisfy such craving. From the menu, food names or even the images are cooked up to be favorably inviting; not to mention the enticing aroma. Partial of anything hot and spicy, I ordered “Spicy Roasted Squid” from a Korean restaurant we were to dine in for the first time. As it turned out, I was just able to fill my stomach, fulfill my hunger yet spill dissatisfaction (Burp! Fart! Sigh). Subsequently, passing through some American sounding Chinese restaurant, my wife thought we could have dined there instead. I can’t complain though. Perhaps, I ordered the wrong food. For all I know, what I had could be someone else’s heavenly treat. Makes me wonder, are food experts/critics’ taste buds same as anyone else to be credible enough to know what tastes good or what doesn’t for others? Oops, just a ‘pungent’ thought. Lest their exquisite taste will smell fishy, let us just be respectful of the fact that people have varied taste as much as they differ in opinions. After all, same goes for wine experts, movie critics, paid actor for an endorser, psychologists perhaps, even first-world country foreigner to a third-world native or any so called expert on things…
However, quite a number believe in other’s viewpoint just because those ‘trusted’ others happen to have recognizable names and “looked-up to” designations that convincingly back up their claims.
Just like food, life is as flavorful. Our tastes or preferences are what dictate the choices we make. Major decisions made for and from it though are not like any sizzling food we have just gobbled up and could just spit it out if it bears out to be too hot for us. Searing our tongue, our taste buds do not just normally swell but somehow loses its influence for a moment. That’s just how it could be when we seem callous about an effect over some substantial proceedings that were rather influenced by others. Alternatively, insensitive of feelings except that of your own, you tend to base your decisions for personal gain.
Recently, conversations about reasons for holding on to a marriage amidst a rocky relationship were on between us friends. The issue on staying together still because of the children came up as I’ve pointed out how my children serve to be as such for me and their mother, I mean my wife. My friend’s American fiancée contended that staying for the sake of the children is a wrong reason… Contrary to his apparent foreign “taste” for a standard and before he could even go on, I’ve quickly countered that my children will never be the wrong reason…
I’ve made a decision. If I have to forgo of my personal happiness for the occasioning of their own with a tinge of hope for a complete happy family then I’m with them. That will be an essential ingredient for my contentment. I would rather be part of bringing about that expectation into reality up to the extent of my capacity. I am as well hopeful… Like food it is, I hunger for it.
I could actually smell trouble knowing my wife could misinterpret reading this. Nevertheless, I’m relishing the flavors of life. And pride seems to taste good with a grain of salt as I’m about to swallow another… Piece of cake!
Bon appétit!

Celebrating an Occasion for Simplicity

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Sat, 20 Feb 2010 04:15:00 +0000

Children’s birthdays are preferably celebrated with a party at least for those who can afford. Whereas for the average family, it would somehow entail considerable budgeting.
Yesterday was my daughter’s 8th birthday. We thought of throwing a party for her at school with her classmates. Though (children’s) parties are usually prompted with themes in consideration of the celebrant’s liking, the parents typically impose its overall actuation. In some cases, ours perhaps, it’s the resources that dictate. However, could the children have favored otherwise or innocently cared less? Are the gifts thought of instead more than the gathering? Do they really assent to its realization?
It’s likely for our comprehension of the reason behind celebrations. Thus, I asked our daughter what she likes for her birthday. After a-second-or-two of thoroughgoing contemplation, “so it seems”, she wants a “twist car”. I asked if she was sure, she affirmed in redundance as she said yes simultaneously smiling while nodding. Party? Mmmmmm… Nah. Just to make sure, I suggested other options. Her response was rather tentative. Such uncertainty was a clear manifestation of their indecisiveness.
Though I was (and still am) elated by my daughter’s simplicity. Surprising her with equally simple things was carried out. As I surprisingly fetched her in school, she expressed how that instance just made her day “the best day ever”. I brought her to Toy Kingdom so as to give her an idea if she really prefers the twist car over other toys. Her indecisiveness manifested further. I, however, talk her into buying her choice of toy in time I’d be capable of expending for it. It was a plan I thought would be a good approach to teach some values. My daughter understands the importance of gaining fulfillment without the need for extravagance.
To somehow conventionally celebrate, we let her decide for what she would like to have for dinner. We had that meal serving to commemorate not just her birthday but maturity. It was that simple.

Nevertheless, my affection for my daughter will always be lavish (make that LOVE-ish). Happy Birthday Chakai!

Married Without a Wife

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Mon, 25 Jan 2010 06:12:00 +0000

It was my friends’ wedding last Saturday. Prior to tying the knot, they were on for 10 years. That brings me to the question – having been through a long engagement, would getting married be any different? Would quantity be qualitative enough? The reason behind the question is not because of my unawareness over the uncommonness of probabilities. I guess it boils down to how my marriage is…
I was actually talking one co-employee out of getting hitched as I believe they were rushing into it. Then, there’s this friend I was teasing into settling down as it’s about time. However, I can’t seem to convince myself on how I’d go about my own.
Lately (or as usual), my wife and I get into discussions that lead into heated arguments. Sad as it may be, it’s about sticking still with each other or otherwise. Bottom-line, she gets into my nerves as much as I get into hers. There seems to be a lot of irreproachable excuses for us to call it quits yet there are consequential reasons to hang on. If I know any better, I’d deem the whole thing as just a phase.
How ironic it could be as inwardly, letting go is outwardly the logical option. Then perhaps, our uncertainty over whatever decision is what seems to be holding us back. Plus of course, the children are the most considerable factor. It shouldn’t be; or for all we know, we could just be insensibly using the children as an excuse to hold on.
Not being clouded with selfishness is a tinge of hope that everything will eventually fall into its proper places. There’s something worth fighting for. Such is the case in being patient for the time when roles will be acknowledged and duly portrayed.

Hey!

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Sun, 27 Dec 2009 07:02:00 +0000

Firstly, Merry Christmas! Though ‘lastly’ would seem to be a more fitting inception since it’s been a while… When was the last?

I’ve wanted to write about a lot of issues including what took a toll on why I haven’t blogged for quite a time.

Busy!

Somehow, Marketing’s 4 P's (Product, Price, Place, and Promotion) seemed to have made sure of that… However, what really demanded of my time are similarly insistent 4 P's – Peak season, Party, Priority and Paternity.

During these Holidays for a peak season I make sure festivities (or any form of a clients’ manifestation of the Christmas Spirit) live up to the concerned parties’ expectations as much as deliver likely results for our company. And as if that’s not taxing enough, as soon as I get home, I still have to set priorities being a father. It’s all worth it!

For now, I just want to wish everyone Happy Holidays!!!

‘Lastly’ would not be appropriate after all… Till next…

Broken Promise

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Sun, 25 Oct 2009 04:25:00 +0000

One of the most gratifying feelings is being in-love. The sense of knowing you’re capable of tendering anything possible for a love one is just overwhelming. What makes it more promising is the fact that you’re almost sure to give up anything for that special person. Even so, a promise of “forever” is likewise emphasized.
Meeting that one person you believe is meant for you, sets off assertion to make do of any probability just to validate the unfolding of destiny. On occasion against all odds, withstanding the challenge makes it much sweeter than it already is; and quite seemingly, it’s an assumed substantiation of the concerned couple’s destined union.

When parting ensues once realization sets in to rather serve as a wakeup call that contradicts the primary passion, believing “it’s not meant to be” isn’t as simple to accept as the time you prematurely thought it was. It’s a case of easily accepting a possible-lover stranger although hardly letting-go of a used-to-be-stranger lover. Invested emotions seems to be one’s hold on to it as it would be such a waste if indeed it will only go for naught.
Loving someone regardless of time is never a waste. More so, it will never be for nothing. The opportunity to experience sharing it with someone, even for just a moment, is in itself worthy of eternal bliss; as the saying goes “It’s better to have loved and lost than to have not loved at all”… But then, to be open-minded, that’s easier said than done.
It’s not easy to forget especially when what is to be rather forgotten has left a lasting impression. And sometimes, what makes it doubly difficult is our seriousness to what has been romantically said regarding being together forever. Let us not dwell on having to hold on to what was idealistically said. What is considerably more important is what was sensibly manifested. But then again, it’s the sensitivity behind human nature. We tend to give so much importance to uttered assurances to the point we refuse to figure out probabilities. In life, being promised of constancy is not an assurance of its certainty. In other words, life is how you make it, not how you say it. In love, words could be heard; on the other hand, actions are felt.
Nonetheless, there are words that elicit action. Words that seem to suggest goodbye implies to induce an action suggestive of letting-go. Seemingly tied up to a vow to hold on no matter what… It’s hard. Yet, we have to… set free, break free… let go…

"OP"

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Thu, 15 Oct 2009 00:32:00 +0000

“OP” means “Out of Place” figuratively speaking (at least here among those who understand). It’s usually used referring to one who appears to be “OP” in the company of a group apparently in sync amidst some interest perhaps.
Quite recently, we were displaced from our wellbeing due to the successive heavy pounding of two tropical storms. Oddly enough, in accordance with alphabetical order, the two typhoons were consecutively named Ondoy and Pepeng. As if they knew of their would-be unwelcome entry suiting their names “OP” and rather decided to ascertain their place with “Who’s OP now?!” With Ondoy’s Pushiness (OP) and the Onslaught of Pepeng (OP), they literally forced a vast number of people out of place.
There are a lot of lessons to be learned. However, I wouldn’t be too insensitive to even lecture about righteousness in the midst of distress. The most important thing now is that despite of adversity; we can all be sympathetic and make everyone feel they have a place…
If there is one aftermath worth taking note of is the fact that solidarity is yet observed. Unity is apparent. Never mind (though shame on) the Overly Political (OP) or the Ostentatious People (OP); the point is that, life goes on and that Off-Putting (OP) trials are what make Optimism Persists (OP).

Times like this, giving up is what’s out of place. It is a time when Faith and hope make perfect sense. We also have to appreciate the fact that we’re given a moment to reflect. It is a chance for redemption; an opportunity to make amends. Floods deflected directions, roads were blocked by landslides, and still, it shows The Way. It is a new beginning OR (Occasion for Renewal) if you will, it is an Opening for Penance.

Nothing Personal

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Sun, 04 Oct 2009 06:50:00 +0000

It’s been a busy yet fruitful week. Aside from my key function among other commitments at work, I have the task of familiarizing employees with essential work ethics not just as one needs but as to how these values harmonize with the company principles. I’ve designed a training module that will hopefully address the ideal complementing roles between the company and its employees.
In conveying the importance of such standards, I put significant emphasis on professionalism. Somehow, the best way to do that is to rather lead by example. In any work place, this will time and again be reasonably required or most likely be challenged.
My wife once hypothetically asked me if I’d report perchance an anomaly involving her should we be both working in the same company. Suggesting that I would most likely do, she was in a way taken aback. Before she could even ask me why, I told her of the more complex implication that will rather affect us… If she did that in the first place, she should have initially thought of the consequence that will drag our name into an improbable situation. With that, she shouldn’t be too sensitive if I would instead forego of a probable nepotism in favor of tending more than to a good name but conviction and integrity.
“More than profession, its professionalism” is what I always stress amongst those I orient. From the root word “profess”, I would aptly admit an irregularity I could get caught up in as much as report any detrimental doing. If it necessitates reporting such at the expense of a colleague, it’s not about betrayal of trust but principle. The culprits are the one’s actually betraying the confidence entrusted to them by the company. It is the same company I represent. It is the same company that serves as our bread-and-butter. It is the same company where my loyalty remains.
Reporting these sort of shady dealings are carried out impartially considering the probable two sides of the story though: A commitment to both the company and its would-be fair stand on how it will deal with the perpetrator amidst the situation without prejudice. It is a neutral stand for doers as well in consideration of their chance to defend themselves.
This situation is actually what allows heedlessness amidst indiscretions as people don’t like to be regarded as “tattletale” or worst, a “sucker”. Their nonchalant silence is rather prompted over the trouble of “getting involved”. More so, the possibility of hurting that colleague’s feelings once it’s in the open would rather be eluded however mutely harms the company. The nerve of those people vulnerable enough to manifest disgust when they’re the ones who’s at fault… Every unresolved little infringement caused to the company will subject it to its eventual downfall consequently of its workforce as well. Where will we be by then?
While having a work sustains our everyday living, being professional about it sustains not just our integrity but also our future. Protecting the company of any harm is defending the welfare of more heads (& mouths). Furthermore, it’s not like we are made to choose between two considerable choices. It’s as simple as courageously choosing between right and wrong. It’s as simple as considerately applying professionalism.

Pine Cone

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Sat, 03 Oct 2009 07:32:00 +0000

Firstly, a pine cone makes a good accent piece. From its normal (outwardly parched and eccentric looking) form, crafts made of these manifest valuable revelations. Of no use as it appear with its dried up scales layered into its (usually) ovate outline, purpose of which remains interesting and ingenious.
Classmates from way back were merely known as playmates. Soon after, acquaintances helped realize the essence of friendship. As we grew older, some emotions intensified into deeper feelings. Groups were formed. Alliances were established. Relationships were sustained. Each has a story to tell. Nevertheless, like scales of a pine cone, different personalities among diverse standings set off to solidify a bond.
From its pine tree for an alma mater, several pine cones were produced. Thus, it seems to be as common. It’s (just) probably good as a highlight embellishment. Though together, it could be more than a decorative detail. More than anything else, its use is infinite.
“Scales” of different orientation and background, indeed scaled different courses. Doctors, Nurses and patients complement each other; and so are the Lawyers, Law Enforcers and those perhaps unlawful among us. Who would have thought each would turn out to be someone inconceivable of one’s current status seemingly opposite of that kid from yesteryears…? Case in point, two of those outwardly subdued girls are now into motorbikes: Kit’s Harley and Veronica’s Ducati (Read: Cool Chicks! LOL). Several season changes also squeezed creative juices out of another as much as it seasoned the men from the vulnerability of boyhood. One is still in-love with “Pers Lab” (First Love). Just when “overdose” is as common as any term for this one medical practitioner; it isn’t the case in moderately downing at least five bottles of strong beer – to think she seemed to be reserved then. LOL! Cheers to that and to every unlikely transformation that molded imposing personalities amongst us!
Each of us became someone… As one though, respective designations is not limited nor is it focused on individual achievements. One and the same, any one to another is simply regarded as a batch mate; furthermore, as a friend. Deeper still, as Insans!
Like pine cones, who would have thought, we could be as prized to a cause in as much as then-inconspicuous for a reason. What could then be a more fitting representation than something as common where we are deeply rooted – City of Pines! Something that could probably bring forth nostalgia… something we’ll likely PINE for – C.O.N.E! We are after all the Class Of Nineteen Eighty-five!

AB(solutely)NORMAL

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Sun, 27 Sep 2009 09:30:00 +0000

Fetching my mother from the grocery last Sunday, I’ve picked up ire as well. She was about to board the car when a cab driver wouldn’t allow her to comfortably and safely get in as he continued to unpleasantly drive towards her. As if that wasn’t enough, he rudely shouted at my mom saying she shouldn’t be boarding where we were – in a drop-off point where they too pick up their passengers. That ticked me off!
I was behind the car as I just closed the compartment door right beside the cab driver. Having witnessed his arrogance, I approached and disdainfully cursed him. Pointing out his disrespectfulness seemingly admonishing him of how would it affect him if such is similarly done to her mother, I bullied him. I was somewhat harsh. The cab driver’s face suddenly changed into a terrified-pitiful look. Guilty, I knew I could have been more diplomatic… Spur of the moment rather got the better off me… If my bullying of him was witnessed by anyone, chances are, their sympathies will be for that piteous-looking jerk. They’ll probably even condemn my act of haughtiness given their likely thought of my supposed-to-be-better disposition compared to a cab driver.
That’s just how it is. Sympathies are rather conferred to the apparent victim. Like for instance, a wife who gets beaten up by her husband gets the commiseration from people even if the aggravation was due to her. In a related story, one public figure was rather denounced of his ungentlemanly behavior. Together with his “men”, they beat the hell out of his cheating wife and her lover. Unfortunately for him, his actions were magnified as recognized as his stature. As if that’s not enough to teach the aggressor to mellow down, with his weighty influence, he has been weighed up as heartless markedly sufficient to smear his name.
Normally, among ordinary people, we chide those at fault with “good for you” or “you deserve it” once they’ve tasted a consequence they’ve had it coming. It may not be justifiable but explicable of reasons people are usually deaf to. I’m not saying it’s alright as it is normal but it would only be fair if we’d rather not pass on judgment or make criticisms on matters we vaguely understand.

However it may suck, it’s a reality. Different strokes for different folks as they say, we have different personalities. We all have our quirks. One way or another, we generally manifest some normal abnormalities.

Customer Service 101

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Sun, 13 Sep 2009 07:12:00 +0000

Upon entering some establishment, we were welcomed with greetings uttered with passion. As soon as such welcoming was delivered, they proceeded with what they were doing as if the greeting was obligatory. I didn’t feel the sincerity. Though, I didn’t bother. Some sensitive customers would have reacted…
While the misconstrued saying “The customer is always right” gives customers prerogative to loftiness, it gives service personnel conscientiousness to servitude.
What is discontenting about this though is not the sense behind it, may it be politically right or otherwise, but the unlikely nature on how the workforce applies impartiality regardless of the situation it represents. Modesty and patience are considerable factors. These attributes are relatively important when interrelating with people from different walks of life.
Accordingly, working in an environment where consumers as customers are the main source of an establishment’s bread and butter, they also deal with ‘indirect customers’ so to speak. Paying customers are at times overbearing because of wanting to get their money’s worth. Be that as it may, more often than not, customers are assisted when seemingly about to purchase. The point is that, quality customer service (QCS) is not selective. Thus, sincerely assisting or as simple as smiling and greeting even just a likely customer (‘window shopper’) make them feel welcome. Reversing the situation, as customers, these service providers would probably want the required attention due them. Though being on the other end, it is their responsibility to offer that kind of service.
Yet, what exactly is a customer? Given the fact that it is not just those who pay, people they do business with (or service for) are considered their customers. Rendering service to a customer should be objective irrespective of one’s status in society. Interacting with these people in any way does not mean lowering one’s stature for the other party’s gain. It is advantageous to them as well considering it is an assurance of patronage and sustenance.
Therefore, in manifesting “How may I help you?” verbally or as corporal as it may, it should come from the heart. A greeting that sounds scripted and practiced as a compulsion ruins its essence. As the company’s emissaries of goodwill, QCS should be second nature. The transformation should be as inherent as that of their second skin.

Come to think of it, a good training on QCS is outwardly provided in a work environment they’re in. Correlating with superiors perhaps, subordinates or colleagues alike gives them an overview on how to be of service to anyone notwithstanding the difference. When either they comply with an instruction or the one that gives directions, they should fairly carry it out. Pride is set aside if only to provide service the best and fairest way they can. As aforementioned, it is not how degrading to them but it is how modest they become. It is not a prideful exertion of authority but a leading servility.

Fresh Blood in Old School

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Thu, 03 Sep 2009 17:11:00 +0000

The title is rather suggestive of a horror story wherein a young Count is boldly biting on exerting his influence all over and among those within an ancient castle.
Far from the eerie scenarios though, it’s a familiar circumstance in a modern setting. With change as the only constant thing as not just a popular cliché but a guiding principle, horror is what it is only for those proud enough to embrace such development. On the face of innovation in a time such is vital, new ideas are sought for. In achieving these, young bloods are taken into service, classically, at the expense of old school’s pride.
When I was just starting with the company I am currently employed in 6 years ago, we were told of the new ideas we can bring in reason for which we were hired. Not to put my best foot forward nor simply make an impression, I considerably contemplated on decently abiding professionalism. Accordingly, I’ve earned a significant reputation for my substantial contributions, however, among others who have only appreciated my capacity but what about their positive reception instead for my input’s beneficial implementation. At one point even, after they have reviewed one of my proposals, it was said to be similar to one they were working on only to come out years after my initial proposition.
Up till now, I continue to manifest my pertinent role as professional as I could be only for them to have reservations about an effort they snobbishly think is needless. I could only impishly laugh from within when such endeavor is rather put into practice just because a higher ranking executive (and a young blood at that) has similarly proposed it. What the Hell!!! Either I was right all along or I have a mind of an executive… Now, before my Van Helsing-like capacity to pierce the “(young) blood sucker” in them will indeed confirm this to be a horror story, I seek for your understanding for my sarcastically-provoked avowal of haughtiness.

According to sources, I was thought to have supposedly declined in carrying out my responsibilities but rather proved more impressive with the continuous manifestation of maturity. Regardless of gaining accolades or not, I will continue to impart whatever I can offer. It would certainly be hypocritical of me to deny getting affected when in fact I am. Yet tomorrow’s another day. Nevertheless, it would be more acceptable if old school gets to swallow their pride and welcome change if only for our benefit in general if it’s one way to substantiate our oneness. Furthermore, if young blood and old school learn from each other based on workable offerings, success is imminent.