Switching On the Sun

It’s More Fun in the Philippines

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Wed, 11 Jan 2012 15:14:00 +0000

If it’s any manifestation of amusement, the new Department of Tourism’s slogan is indeed living up to its meaning as it is eliciting so much excitement. If the initial intent is to draw awareness, then such advertising campaign is a clever inducement.

However, would it similarly attract its target market – the tourists? And would it generate economic growth? Fact is that it is the key rationale. In view of that though, may we not be accused of false advertising; more so, such “branding” be attributed as merely for the sake of commerce.

How could it not appear as if it’s just business when even among its own people, ridicule is apparent. It is as if there’s no serious truth to it considering the “unflattering reality” behind every mockery comes from among those who could attest to its “funny” exactness. Yet then again, the fun-loving disposition of Filipinos in whatever circumstance is one engaging fact. Even under depressing situation, we get to good-naturedly joke and optimistically laugh about it… Now I believe that’s an attraction. More than the amenities, it’s the hospitality of the people that would ascertain much more recall among guests. And what better way to manifest such sociability is through one’s innate cheerful personality.

Let us not be too sensitive and dwell on negative criticisms which squeeze out some certainty. Uncalled-for remarks by the likes of Claire Danes have some truth to it actually. (Why is it that when it’s not a fellow citizen commenting on our obvious destitute state, we deem it as bigotry?) Let’s just put our inherent sense of humor into good use. We might as well either do something about it or perhaps by the same token just “capitalize” on how and why it is in fact more fun in the Philippines… Local artist Ogie Alcasid had that wit to build on a charm when then 1994 Ms. Australia Michelle Van Eimeren stepped on a cockroach (if my memory serves me right)… Also let’s not disagree on how funny and delightful Fil-Canadian Mickey Bustos humorously personate the “Filipino way” as if we don’t know “what’s going on ibon!”

Though the new tourism catchphrase is under scrutiny and criticism for lack of originality, what sets it apart is the sincerity and reliability behind it. Well at least it should be… And I don’t see it as an imitation of some sort as it is just a bold assertion that “it’s more fun in the Philippines” (compared to anywhere else perhaps) by way of some rightful basis. Regardless of its affirmation by any nationality, it’s the visitors who would best confirm such claim. Thus, it’s up to any host to substantiate his guest’s unforgettable fun-filled experience.

Philippines’ diverse culture makes it fun for anyone who’s up for the pleasure of experiencing different means of Filipino warmth. We don’t have to suppress the truth nor defend a disconcerting fact. We just have to be true to ourselves via our ethnicity and civilization then validate it towards others, more so for our expectant tourists.

It’s more fun in the Philippines because of its naturally happy people… and also because of those who are not. …because of diversity; in so many aspects at that. …for the opportunity to apply conviction. …because of its wide-ranging views; as well as the breath-taking ones (and the “breath-holding spots”) within its tropical setting. …because of Manny Pacquiao; and also Mommy Dionisia and every interesting personality. …because of every possible reason. …because of all of these, we get to be who we are and what we are… Pinoy por layp!

"Web of Life"

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Sun, 20 Nov 2011 04:23:00 +0000

My son getting snatched by a big spider woke me up from such a bad dream this morning. What it meant kept me wondering and somehow worried. Lately, dreams seem to be foretelling something I should be concerned about.

Just the other night, I dreamt of having a short (life) term left due to brain cancer. Brushing it off was rather manifested until a text message from my kid brother had me contemplate on a probable signification. Inadvertently, in his dream that same night, he had a long conversation with our late father who appeared poignant and emaciated apparently asking him to help me out among other things.

Coincidentally, I’ve been sensing unusual physical conditions lately. Yet what I thought of was the few remaining days before I turn 39. Not too long ago, I thought of the probable age I’d breathe my last – 38.

Should the inevitable happen and I’m gone, I was talking my wife into (re)marrying someone who would fill the void and be involved to assume the role as husband and father I’d be departing from.

Crying in that dream, what really left me with a heavy heart though was the thought of leaving my children at a very tender age. Their youth is one that keeps me “up-and-about” if only to make sure that that same innocence remains unspoiled.

A few weeks back, probably wondering why I was yet awake while already on bed, my 3-year old son sneaked on me from the other side checking on my eyes and as innocent as he is asked me – “Daddy, you’re still alive?”

That perhaps explains all these dreams…

21 more days before my 39^th birthday… the idea of getting birthday greetings on that day would mean that I have passed by my “passing away age”. Conversely, I’d answer my son’s query – Yes! To keep them away from “spiders”…

Reason Between

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Tue, 01 Nov 2011 01:29:00 +0000

In as much as I try to brush off the disturbing image, I can’t get over the heartbreaking scene of the 2-year old Chinese toddler getting run over twice then vulnerably ignored… Virally circulating, I suppose a substantial number has seen and knows what’s being referred to…

As human nature allows, we tend to be judgmental of people despite being clueless of what really transpired and how it could all the more be devastating for the concerned or involved persons of the regrettable incident. Yet as wrong and insensitive to be condemnatory, I can’t help but be critical of how careless any parent or guardian not to tend to a defenseless child along hazardous environs. I’d even refuse to blame it on accident under the usual few-seconds-difference for a (parental) relapse considering how long it took for the toddler to helplessly suffer and exceedingly go through agony even more… It was gravely neglectful.

As for the insensible and unkind passersby: SHAME ON ALL OF YOU! And for those careless drivers: #><%@*ii^#@%!!

Then again, everything happens for a reason. Painful as it is mainly for the family, such unwelcome circumstance serves to embrace realization and contemplation. Though at the expense of an innocent loved one, it’s actually difficult to be accepting of how outwardly pointless nature takes its own course. Going deeper and in view of what’s within however, it’s to rather intensify our Faith. Let us not dwell on negativity. Our emotions could sometimes get the better out of us that could in fact get the situation worse than it already is…

We could as well be insightful in balancing our sanity. It’s an essential ingredient for the capacity to move on…

Then again, it’s easier said than done…

My wife and I were conversing about how our son Lucas could be naturally “exhausting”. Not necessarily bothersome, there was one time when he sounded unruffled in calling his mom’s attention to which my then-preoccupied wife didn’t pay immediate attention to… As he was incessantly uttering “mommy!” though calmly, upon finally checking on him, my wife just shockingly spotted and realized that it was after-all a distress call for help as he was poorly hanging by the TV shelving and can’t get down. Anything could have “fallen in place as bounded by reason” but the unthinkable would be objectionable.

I don’t think I’ll be able to deal with myself should my negligence in watching over an innocent all-the-same inquisitive child yields a regrettable loss. As adults, it’s our responsibility to be patiently attentive over children similarly entrusted to us by reason. There’s reason why we’re parents/guardians as much as there’s reason why they’re children. Let us not reason out rationales as tolerable excuses that aim to justify our failures. More so, let us not reason out a child’s natural carefree attitude as if we don’t know any better. Let us not even seek for a consideration (or even sympathy) with an argument that we’re not partial to such ensuing letdown therefore it’s out of the question to intentionally be careless about it…

Yes, everything may happen for a reason but it’s similarly reason that could avert some things from happening… Our roles in relation to others are likewise reasons… As every ‘reason behind’ albeit supplemental, it differs from the ‘reason between’.

MATTERial Things

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Sat, 24 Sep 2011 17:34:00 +0000

In some gathering early yesterday, my mother lost her 2 phones to a thief. Having been informed through a text message from my cousin, she was somehow disheartened as 1 of the 2 was a gift from me. I texted back to perk her up with the assurance that I’ll just buy her a new one since, notwithstanding the unfortunate incident, it’s just stuff…

Before heading back home forlorn, she decided to drop-by in a nearby church. After which and to her surprise, an apologetic woman who explained to have stolen her celphones out of desperation returned it in exchange for P500.

Paying for what you own may sound absurd but getting back the worth of the attached sentimental value for such an amount could be relatively cheap…

A timely occurrence in a time opposing views on worldly possessions is maturely mounting between the family…

What makes material belongings really valuable is the story behind its acquisition. What is so special about having these things is not even close to your purchasing capacity but worthiness. Everybody deserves that one thing (or more) that they have either dreamt of owning or if it was painstakingly achieved to be given. If it served to have motivated someone to responsibly work for it then it’s indeed a well deserved gratification.

If these material things are what drive us to succeed and be able to gain and provide then by all means use it as a motivational tool…

Speaking of which, one cannot compare say cars considering, other than its main purpose of getting you to your destination, we have our respective preferences as much as our own guiding principles. Same goes for a calculator perhaps to an iPad; or some pair of slippers to Fitflops… Thus, why even focus on the comparison or difference if the main point is one’s sense of existence. To each his own…

And more on earthly essentials within this generation of technological breakthrough, a movie seen on your tube television will not have a different story if watched on a flat TV. However a different feeling will be experienced perhaps. In view of that, one would most likely prefer to watch on a flat TV. The story that would presumably change is that sense of fulfillment one gains in having experienced progress.

Yet having the authority over our young children, the best story we could tell if it boils down to expressing their wants is the value of hard work and not just simply the value of money. And the best success story we could share is how they would similarly aim for success for their own children… Trivial as any earthly possession compared to what is unworldly; it is material to impart values relative to the mechanics of our world today as dictated by human nature. We want the best for our children and part of that challenge is providing for what will make them happy being the children that they are yet without disregard for what really matters…

Let us not deem material things as if it were not similarly provided to us by Our Father through the talents that invented it… As for the returned stolen phone of my mother, it’s not just stuff – it was a gift…

"Done Deal Undone"

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Mon, 05 Sep 2011 13:32:00 +0000

“Daaaaaaddyyyy, I’m dooooone!!” That’s my cue to washing off my son’s ass LOL!

Still dependent of us, we have to be patient in cleaning up our children’s mess. It’s similarly a way to instill in them some sense of responsibility. It’s ironically an “inconvenient convenience” (if I may say) to inject values relevant to their upbringing. We somehow hope that such commitment will teach them to be as conscientious amidst some “inconvenience” in going about their activities without disregard for uprightness.

If there was an “upright” thing from one father last night, it was his right hand’s upped middle finger before his kid. We were about to go through an intersection when a speeding black Honda Civic flickered it’s headlights to signal its intention to go ahead before we proceed. After braking to a halt, I defensively let them passed despite already having the advantage for a right of way. It stopped right in front of us for the young driver to flail a “dirty finger” on me. Good thing the presence of my family got the better of me. I was tempted to get back at him but thought of the negative implication I would be substantiating before my children.

What would be worse is the probable consequence of an ugly confrontation given that that arrogant driver was likewise with his family. I wouldn’t want to further warrant how his kid shouldn’t be surprised of “inconveniences” considering it “appears acceptable” to just “wag off frustrations” given it’s what’s perceived from one who should be molding a child’s character.

Children should be taught of the repercussions of both the good and the bad. Coming across situations along the way, there are both positive and negative sides wherein it validates life’s experience as the best teacher. It doesn’t have to be one’s own experience though. Thus parents tend to impart principles based on how they know it… But teaching (or showing) your children a “wrong signal” could have them think of it as the right deed which they could as well pass it on to the subsequent generation.

A fitting parental moment, we had a modeling search for children held yesterday. Expectedly, a lot of parents were behind the idea of hopefully having their children give a shot to becoming the next star perhaps. A number of children either cried it off with a seeming vulnerable reluctance or simply shied away from the very requirement of walking on a fashion runway. If the parents’ purpose is to have their children develop that needed confidence, it was a good avenue. Nevertheless, sportsmanship was reminded given there are winners and non-winners in a competition. That such be addressed appositely as a stage and not the whole cycle for learning; more so regarding life’s ups and downs. Speaking of modeling, parents and guardian would serve to be the best one to “walk the talk”.

That “dirty-finger gesturing dad” however wasn’t walking nor talking but his action spoke of so much more… Yet I heard it loud and clear as my conscience whispered “Daddy I’m done” – apparent voices of my children clamoring for my attention and innocently in search of guidance of which is a seeming reminder that as a father, I have to act like one and that I’m not done…

Give Me An “A”!

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Sun, 21 Aug 2011 05:52:00 +0000

That’s the cheerleader in me. Minus the pompoms and perhaps the somersaults and the synchronized choreography, I managed to be cheerful still after some disappointing sequence.
There is a fitting reason as to why “A” being the first letter, is used as a superlative prefix for a source depictive of the best (i.e., A-List; A-Team; A-Student or what have you). “A” could however be inferior in terms of its literal usage as “A choice” for instance is second-rate compared to “The choice”.
I’m an “A” person. “A” could as well stand for Acceptance and Acknowledgment. It’s not being accepting of the fact that I’m not or will not make it as “the one” but acknowledging of transparency. As foremost as the letter “A”, I’ve landed on the “A List”... That is, I was given an “A” rating or Average from my work performance. Being used to higher ratings in the past from the smart ones, normally, getting an “A” would be quite acceptable if it was professionally gauged and from a similarly intellectually-gifted. If basis gives the impression to be from that of a personal judgment as it strongly suggests, admission would be difficult.
Consolation is found though on the actuality that the given rating is the opposite of such bias attested by many as well as verified by truth. However, the truth also remains that the imbalance would seem impossible to be rectified as much as it remains to be “A” big mistake. The fact is that there are haughty bosses who take advantage of their position just because it’s in their hands to partially assess those who rely on such measure for whatever progress and fulfillment. Another fact is, even with the opportunity to “break out” with an offer from a more appreciative entity, I remain to be optimistic… Quite certain however is that, typically (more so physically), I’m an average guy and I have long come to terms with that; but (in reality) work-wise, I outstandingly corroborate that professionalism makes sense…
Nevertheless, speaking of truth, it sets free. If such unfairness is some inconvenient truth, then it could be an indication to set free, to let go or better yet, it gives me “A” – “A” reason to be free – “A” reason to MF (Men’s Fashion?) - Move Forward… LOL!

Still Kissable Red Lips

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Sat, 23 Jul 2011 07:03:00 +0000

Coming from a 4 Days/3 Nights out-of-town work-related engagement, a time off would be a welcome breather; thus, catching up on movies which I haven’t given much attention to for quite some time is one relaxing indulgence.
I’ve watched 2 movies on HBO yesterday – “The Ugly Truth” and “Big Fish”. Somehow, the movies had me thinking of timely peculiarities.
Though booked in Holiday Inn with breakfast buffet at Mequeni while we were in Clark, Pampanga other than having had a sumptuous dinner at AC Rumpa Restaurant and delectable desserts at Cioccolo or the “musical” nightcap at the Wishing Well Music Lounge, I yearned to get back home instead. My stay at the hotel gave me peace and quiet but I was actually missing my children’s clamoring. As expected, the food were flavorful just how Pampangeños are known to cook ‘em, however, I long to rather be eating alongside my wife (a mouthful incites considerable silence LOL).
In summation, the 2 movies correspondingly dealt with the difference between opposites only to eventually realize accepting correlation. The truth is that ‘opposites’ is what sparks off appreciation. The saying “the truth hurts” applies if one’s sensitivity can’t deal with the reality’s likelihood. There are facts that are not within acceptable limits that further disengage us from the truth that naturally takes place. Consequently, an ugly truth could in fact lead to a beautiful realization.

Coming home from the out-of-town meeting reunited not only me with my family but love with dislike… Being home constrains me from my wife’s babbling of which, come to think of it, being away liberates me from such unrest but I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. She similarly complains of how I do the same but we’re just different and I believe she just doesn’t see it the way I do… She claims otherwise and sees things contradictory to my perception (often times just to counter me). Yet she expects me to do as she pleases the way she responds to what she claims as my comparable wants… Duh, remember the difference? Grrrrrr!!! #!%@*+X!!! Currently, and just 2 days being back, we’re at it again (in each other’s nerves...) Anyway, we’ll settle this mano-a-mano our style LOL! We’ll sarcastically talk about it (like I could probably call a Dog Whisperer LOL). And we’re good... I like that our ‘dislikes’ are what sets us apart from the likely acceptance of the undeniable dissimilarity between couples. I still hate the way she puts on that red lipstick by the way.

Transformers

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Sun, 10 Jul 2011 03:16:00 +0000

Lately, I’ve been running into former classmates and we usually catch up on some sequence throughout the many years that passed. Having been through many junctures in our lives, the thought of being in our current circumstance brought about grasp for would-be life-changing possibilities. The what-ifs and would-have-beens were contemplated upon.
I remember my aspiration on becoming a successful industrial designer after graduating from one of the only five schools that offer such course. It would have been great if I were the one who designed automobiles that could transform into robots (wink). As an employee however, one is subject to be a “robot” so it would seem. I’m not an Autobot but “optimum primed” I would say.
Concerned employees’ inclination for an optimum effect however could most of the time be subject to prejudice. As such, they’re constrained to just go along with seeming undiplomatic directives. Even worse than the imposed limitation, they’re also gauged as a letdown. Under weighty circumstance, it can’t be helped but compare the “Optimus Primes” for a leader from that of the “Megatrons” for a boss…
As to whom your loyalty should extend is not on either one but for the company wherein you (and your superiors) work for. We could only admire the leaders from whom we could outline how we could be as effective and more. In my case, with my reliability focused on the company’s interests, I appear to be the “Decepticon” of the “Megatrons” (lol).
So many thoughts presently linger in my mind that’s directed towards change. However, it’s not as simple or as smooth as transforming into a robot from a several-mile per hour speeding car… “Running low of gas will most likely slow down and eventually stop a car but it doesn’t mean it can no longer serve its purpose of going places… It could perhaps just transform into a Bumblebee-ish form and, from just garaged-parked waiting for the right driver, it’s keyed-up to make a difference…” More than anything else, it’s more than meets the eye…

The Heat is Still On

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Thu, 16 Jun 2011 09:00:00 +0000

Rather signifying it through a question given my reservation of a prediction in chorus with that earlier blog post’s subject, my game analyses of the 2011 NBA Finals series proved exact as the Dallas Mavericks won it in 6 games.
It’s similarly fitting to have been suggested as to what factor will effect: Making a difference or “teaming up”… Unfortunately for the latter as what the Miami Heat prompted, other than the lack of it with their team abounded with talents, they rather fell short of determination. Ironically, they were so determined to win that they simply relied on confidence given the odds their team’s formation has feted them. They seemed to have underestimated how the Mavericks convincingly got there and in the process sweeping the Western Conference semifinals series against the heavy favorite defending champions.
Miami was the heavy favorite to win the NBA Finals series. And more than Dallas being the underdog as my reason for taking on their side (and to indisputably prove the accuracy of my series analysis LOL), it was to advocate what they were “struggling” for…
The Mavericks represented the “old-school” with father time catching up with them; I mean Terry, Kidd, Marion and Nowitzki. Under such circumstance, the more they were least picked to win against their complete opposite. The “new generation” was what the Heat embodied. First opportunity vs. last chance…
With the “first opportunity” planned and instigated with “The Decision” then set off with a declaration by no less than LeBron’s “not one, not two, not three…” bold statement, such yet-uncorroborated claim and fear-provoking pressure caused “4th quarter suffocation” and outwardly established that the Heat is still Dwayne Wade’s team. Speaking of who’s the go-to-guy, it seemed to have been egoistically demonstrated. Their respective confidence didn’t really jell…
Whereas on the other side, the Mavs relied on teamwork much evident during the 6th and deciding game. They were out to prove that they still have what it takes. They let their game speak compared to how bullish the Heat stars were in the same way “coughing out” mockery. Even the very vocal Mark Cuban “noiselessly” cooperated. They were confident that way. As for Jason Terry’s Larry O’Brien trophy image tattooed in his right biceps prior to the 2010-2011 season, it was more of an inspiration and his willingness to back it up with his teammates and their faith... They undeniably made a difference.
As great as the Heat are, the more they should humble themselves… Their loss should be taken as a learning (and humbling) experience rather than to sour grape about it. They’re still the Miami Heat with another opportunity not just at grabbing numerous championship titles in the future perhaps but a chance for modesty. Before they become “Miami Hate” by hardly mending their tarnished egos and images through further provocation of disgust and dislikes, they better recoup in gaining merit for a multitude other than those from Miami who’ll faithfully cheer them on to get that expected entitlement.
As of the moment though, the burning aversion among those affected by “The Decision” apparently infecting the whole Heat organization is still on. Let not “the conclusion” be as repulsive; rather wrap it up by just congratulating the more deserving team this time and nothing more.

Do not disprove your distinction by amalgamating your 2 trade names – the CHOsen one and the KING – into “CHOKING” further with your uncalled-for and argumentative comments. Do not be belligerent towards your detractors, turn off the heat (and hit, and hate) James. And for the haters, stop it as well.

Customer 101

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Sun, 12 Jun 2011 06:24:00 +0000

A lot has been written (and said) on how customer service should be carried out. Most often than not, it is through these insights that give customers such haughtiness; on the face of it, embodying their domineering clout over service providers.
How about being the customer – the service-recipient?
While wanting to satisfy their needs at the expense of people they feel are under their control, customers forget or are unmindful (and similarly insensitive) of the character behind the person at their disposal.
For instance, the security guard we reprimanded for “arrogance” as per our own account or the “tactless” service crew we wanted fired could be responsible enough to enable themselves to work and feed their family. The accusation against them could have been blown out of proportion due to our self-centered inconsiderateness for how could they have not been “that uncaring” if only to likewise care for their family’s source of income.
We have to remember that there are at least two sides of every story. The problem however is that as customers, the only story that matters is that of ours. Perhaps the foundation as to why these service providers qualified for their roles is the corresponding reason why the people they’re serving are as self-important. As customers, we tend to look (if not look down) at them why they’re rather in that position disregarding how it could be compared to ours. Should it be the other way around, could we be more fitting to take on their role? Customers’ overbearing attitude allows them to apparently understand (and even lecture on) customer service from their partial point of view as customers but hardly on how it is from the other side of the process. We have to remember that it has barely nothing to do with the dos-and-don’ts of customer service pursued by “our rights” that we’re fighting for; but simply because of pride and self-worth. Simply discriminating… In the process and at some point, we even exaggerate our stories to “wrongfully” establish our credibility against the defendant’s version of the incident. Is the complaint rightfully based on a technical lapse or is it upsettingly realistic that we just can’t accept (perhaps something we’re “uncomfortable” about but shouldn’t be)? Have we just been too sensitive being caught at a wrong time or similarly ill-timed for the service provider who, as human as the customer, could have meant otherwise having his bigger share of concerns?
Customer-complainants’ bruised ego is something that’s tended on too much to heal but in the process, wounding the heart of the condemned employee and his now “starving” family. We are blinded by our own hard-pleasing attitude that the resolution we want could probably pacify us. However, it causes a bigger injury. We probably contributed in extending the unemployment rate and malnourishment problems.
“We want to teach them a lesson” is an argument that demonstrates a lesson alright (probably a painful one at that); but from our end, what have we learned? How harsh could we be? Should realization set-in, even the family (particularly our children) we’re protecting and presenting with life's principles or our “sympathizing” friends are subject to grasping the wrong teaching due to our self-absorbed outlook. I suppose we better look within… This way, we learn aspects for both ends.

Wednesday Socks

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Sun, 05 Jun 2011 04:49:00 +0000

Every Wednesday morning, my usual remark addressed to my wife goes something like “Where’s my Wednesday socks?”
“You have a certain pair of socks for Wednesdays? – What a loser!” would be a perceptible smirk-inducing thought that she responds with.
I make sure I wear thicker socks during Wednesdays. Before you even agree with my wife’s “loser” comment, reason for its use provides more comfort. I walk more often on Wednesdays given the scheduled number-coding traffic scheme. Coincidentally, and as a matter of observation, it usually rain on Wednesdays. To avoid getting drenched, running is made easier with a more comfortable footwear. Thus, a thicker pair of socks serves me just right.
As if Wednesday’s hassle isn’t enough, the other day, I’ve been work-analyzing some marketing matter on the lowest foot traffic-generating day on a given month for the past 5 months and true enough, Wednesday tops it all. Alarmed of a possible off-putting turnout, similarly I’ve figured that the lowest sales-generating day per month were mostly Wednesdays.
Just when I thought Wednesday sucks, from its 1st 3 letters “wed” and being the middle day of the week, it seems to unite and balance what’s likely and the improbable. The months with Wednesday as its day with the lowest sales were the months that at least hit the monthly sales plan. Would not selling on a Wednesday be the unlikely solution? Nope!
Ironically, though worn at the bottom, it serves to tender upright footing so to speak.
On the merits of having done well despite some hard luck? …I was wearing my Wednesday socks! (LOL)

Not So Fast 5

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Sun, 29 May 2011 07:02:00 +0000

Have you even thought of the number 5’s 4-lettered figure when spelled is the only (base ten) number-in-words that is as chronological as that? “One” and “two” are 3-letter words that do not sequentially tag-on their corresponding digits; and so are the others. Enunciation-wise, it’s the only number logically possible to be spelled with a consequential number of letters that would have no other connotation. If 4 would be spelled “FOR”, it could mean so many things and so would “SICKS” perhaps. How would you spell “9” with an 8-letter word; go figure – “do spell the math”. And “FIVE”, at the core ironically, is outwardly indicating how it has “overwhelmed” its preceding number “IV”. In view of that, the use of “5” for a symbolic figure makes sense…
As odd as this odd number, this has just been “coincidentally” written within this 5th month. It just got me concerned about this net-circulating “money bag” inaccurately indicative of “too many 5s” (5 Fridays 5 Saturdays and 5 Sundays this July) occurring only after every 823 years. Really?! Come-on, it came about last 2005 of the same month; and 5 years from now will it happen again. That is if we even reach 2016 considering that 2012 is deemed to be the end…
These “unusual” occurrences make some people connect it to some sort of a prophecy as to what could possibly happen. If “5” has something to do with it, it could have been the reason as to this year’s 5th month’s 21st day premeditated end of the world. That’s 580 days earlier than the December 21, 2012 date. It still has “5” in it. It could just be a sign; 5 coming before 8 then 0. With 8’s free-flowing outline indicative of eternity trailed by “zero” could be a foretelling of an end. Thus “5” serves to be a suggestive precaution. 2012’s numbers when added equals 5. As if suggesting that we “take 5” from what is rather worldly-prioritized other than what really matters. Some probably just laughed it off until another “5” for a sign shook us via an EF5 tornado at Missouri.
Writing “5” even is illustrative of how the recent Japan Tsunami manifested as a sign – downward motion was illustrated through falling things due to an earthquake; then a receding wave that would return back up. After that, “Calm after the storm”...

Everyone, regardless if busy or otherwise, is (naturally) presented with signs exacting humans' intuitive probe for it. And if “5” is indeed the sign, other busy people go beyond their “8 to 5” schedule seemingly unmindful of that “5” as a time to do other important things. And it’s quite well-timed that those representing the ones probably oblivious of these other important things through game-watching for fun were similarly given this “5”. How concurrent it is that within this 5th month, both NBA’s Dallas and Miami in their respective series won in 5 games after losing the 1st game. It scheduled another Final’s meeting after 5 years. By how it was preset is even interesting: Only 2 Mavericks (Numbers 31 and 41) are left from that 2006 team purposely destined to be in it again against Miami of which, on the other hand, planned for this upshot through the configuration of the “Big 3” – Numbers 1, 3 and 6. That’s 5 key players. The difference between Dallas’ 31 and 41 is 10 – that’s double the sign. However, the sign for Heat’s 1, 3 and 6 if summed up is likewise 10. For a score, that’s perfect if only to corroborate who’d win, thus “5” figures to be the balancing factor. Similarly in life, the victorious will be the one who’ll either make a difference or the one who’ll add-up. As for the series, whoever will win, what team or those betting on it will be the ones literally getting “money bags”. Whose world will ~~end~~ crumble?
Although, winnings is not just about material things and it’s certainly not through posting of some “money bags” proverb. Perhaps, it would be better to take note of the fact that this year; there are 5 months with 5 Saturdays as if to remind us to spend such weekend decently. It’s a timely day and unusually many for an opportunity; equally enlightening that we get used to Saturday these much as December 21, 2012 falls on a Friday. That’s the week’s day after the 5th. Therefore, there’s life after “5”.

That said: will Dallas win in 6 or Miami in 5?

Another Sexually-active Bill (Not Monica's Bill)

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Sun, 22 May 2011 06:58:00 +0000

Intense is how the RH (Reproductive Health) Bill has created quite a controversy. It instigated varied reactions and arguments. Each has something to say and a conviction to back it up. The problem with the concerned people’s line of reasoning is that it becomes a case of WHO is more precise more than the supposed contention as to WHAT is right. Focused on the ratification of a worldly regulation, does anyone between the opposing sides even consider and understand the law of nature?
Debated to be passed into law with big names joining in as expected, it has become a credibility match (a heated one at that) as to who would sound more believable of which resolutions and decisions are dependent on. Would their decision for a belief be based on popularity as an assurance for support? Are they even taking advantage of the people’s lack of sense, as they claim (thus pushing the bill as an intelligent choice), to secure backing rather than educate? The reason behind every dispute on the matter says otherwise. The RH Bill-concerned people to whom they’re pushing it for are not dumb. These people don’t lack understanding but discipline. How superficial it is to be even fighting over contraceptives.
Getting to the root of it all with population control as the main issue, the bottom-line is sex. Do they not know anything about it – its pros and cons? Come on! As a matter of fact, they’re familiar with it so much that the designed responsibility for its purpose is just overlooked. Another displeasing reality is that those whose concern for its substantiation is rather for their contribution not to get pregnant (or not getting someone pregnant). That would certainly be something “responsible” in actually controlling the population but that’s just about it. It could as well be an unfailing way to promote or engage in promiscuity. Well, for them, why not – if indeed the urge within human nature is uncontrollable…
Fact of the matter is that sex is good. Really good! But not to sound too “heavenly”, I won’t even go to its divine purpose. It’s so good that it’s actually addictive. Yet as enslaving as it is, the more we have to be responsible; not just for its consequential realizations but control over impulse.
How can someone even say that the use of a contraceptive is being responsible when the reason for its use takes away the sensible judgment to be in control instead of simply giving in? The reason as to why it is harder to resist than to succumb is because of the required accountability. Simply giving in to one’s selfish desire is lacking thereof. If one doesn’t want to get pregnant then by all means practice the natural birth control. Women’s bodies are created with the capacity for them to be in charge of… and men, strong as they’re stereotyped to be (NOT just physically), have to be selflessly responsible. Before this RH Bill for a choice, we have already been and “naturally” offered with choices (or should I say people are created with the benefit to enjoy these healthy choices). It’s not as if there’s no other option given to us that we rather choose what won’t require us “liability” over our earthly cravings. With RH Bill, you’ll be sexually satisfied (Can’t you not be intimately resourceful enough other than “exploding” in?)… Anything for our shallow mortal convenience is not being generous of these likings; we’re selfish that way. Is that being responsible? Is there a need for another choice of which is even expounding another preference among us by dividing us? For those who less-understand it, it’s marketed to sound so right… But think, don’t just agree or take part and smartly sound as well…
From a different perspective, has “responsible parenthood” shifted into the validation of artificial birth control to rather instill in their children the “meaning” of unwanted pregnancy? Is it because it’s embarrassing among the eyes of people? Because it smears the “reputation” (never mind character)? Who are we pleasing anyway? “Oh I forgot – it’s better to be discreet about one’s iniquity, that way, there’s outwardly no malice.” I suppose what they don’t know won’t hurt them… Who knows? Are we not hurting anyone? We are…
During the “olden times”, one’s honor is kept pure as carnal indiscrimination could cast vulnerable judgment. Now, would it be ok to be promiscuous regardless of gender considering there won’t be any evidence of one’s debauchery? It eliminates the fear in anyone to cheat. While there could be other means to get caught, this eradicates the principal confirmation. It confers confidence to do as one pleases… “Oh yes as aforesaid – what your partner doesn’t know won’t hurt her (or him).” And oh, you’re responsible that way… I’m not someone who’d deny that sinking my teeth into bait won’t appeal to me… However, we are by nature full of impurity already, let’s not add or at least try to… There are even times when we already get into something wrong without knowing it, let it not be intentional…

“Ilaw ng Tahanan's” Balancing Act

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Sun, 08 May 2011 03:12:00 +0000

We all have mothers. Consenting or strict, they are still mothers who probably differ in their approach in raising a family; particularly their children.

Unless you’re too good, we don’t always get along fine with our mothers. Yet, one way or another, our mothers seem to always have the final say. It’s not that they’re being domineering; it’s just that, as the saying goes, “mother knows best.” Or do they? Well, we may not agree with them most of the time; but as far as anything concerning us ending up ratified by such mother-friendly adage is concerned, it may not look best in our books but it certainly is for her.

Mothers only want the best for their children but it doesn’t necessarily mean children will receive the best. Motherhood is beyond ‘biological’ for it’s also about balance. She balances time and attention, luxury and necessity, yes and no, being a better-half and being the other half (except for single mothers), and other differing emotions. A challenging act like she’s on a tightrope while juggling, trying to maintain her uncompromising poise and grace so as not to fall that could further “disproportionate” everything. Even so, she started her ‘balancing act’ way before we even witnessed it. What with the way she carried the weight, calculating every step to avoid stepping “out of bounds” with her life-bearing figure for 9 months.

In trying to provide you the best, it may appear selfishly motivated but what is actually ‘best for her’ is selflessly managed. The responsibility of having to make “unpopular” decisions and what is seemingly unfair-to-us judgment pounds her heart as well. But it will further cause her pain if something wrong happens to us, thus she has to exert her authority. She’s not just relying on her maternal instinct or the unsubstantiated basis for her action but guidance. Mothers teach their children, intentionally or unknowingly, about life’s bounties and boundaries. Teaching even the secret ingredient to their specialties… That’s how mothers are.

More than the one-of-a-kind viand she cooks for the family, more than the sweat she gives-off cleaning the house, more the stunt she pulls through to shield her child from harm, more than the pep talks with her husband for him to say yes to their daughter’s (or son’s) request to go out on a date, more than the heaviness of heart she endures when her child rebels, more than the way she scolds her children for their own good, more than everything – they are beyond home makers, they are our mothers.

Who can balance all of these with flying colors as bright as the light she provides. Just when you thought she’s just balancing herself up there, more astonishing than the most beautiful chandelier as “Ilaw ng Tahanan”; yet on her capacity, she’s more like balancing and protecting us, whether we’re being stubborn or otherwise, so we’ll not stumble on something her “light” can’t even bear to envision.

Happy Mothers' Day to all mothers!!!

New Sun

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Sun, 24 Apr 2011 14:23:00 +0000

Sounds more like nuisance… That’s not it. It could elicit that kind of a feeling however. The truth is that, it’s a spin-off to my self-titled post “Mr. Reno Mohr”. It’s a sequel titled like that of Twilight’s “New Moon”. Since it’s under this site, I thought the title is only fitting in the same way as the timely occasion about renewal. It’s Easter Sunday. And what would be a better subject to “rant” about than “change”.

It’s the only constant thing in this world so they say. Even so, a lot refuse to accept it. Imperfectly though, in expecting for it to take place amongst others, it’s rather pushed for. As it appears, it makes perfect sense that people don’t see the smudge in their face unless they’re fronting a mirror so to speak. Thus, before we become critical of others, let us rather analyze first our own imperfections.

There are just those who think high of themselves. Notwithstanding their flaws that could even be far worse, all they care about is how they are so controlling; they hard-press for others’ development subjective to their interests. So biased they become that a tinge of your lapse is the only thing they see over most of your creditable accomplishments. A more corrupt case is when they’re totally blinded by their clout over you. Could they even be as effective if they’re filling in your shoes? From the sound of all these, you’re most probably thinking I’m talking about your boss (LOL). I guess you know how it is with them (and all the other “bossy” people) as much as you know how this is so true. Question is: Are you like this? Are you this kind of a boss? Or if you’re the subordinate, do you complain about your boss being just like it? Do you even bother to firstly regard it objectively or you’re the kind who complains before complying? Either way, at the outset, try to gauge yourself if you’re indeed faultless. This also holds true not only within the work place but in our society where a considerable number rant about not having a good life as if every aspect of its realization is for the governing body’s resolution. While in the basic unit of society, our respective families, grown-ups see themselves as an authority forgetting their primary role as parent or guardian; whereas children respond to the “authority” and not with affection towards their best possible influence.

Change is within all of us. No man is an island. We all have a role for our contribution. Before we play the role of a critic and justify it with its essence as “serving as an eye opener”, it would be wise to initially open our eyes instead face to face with our reflection and look for perfection. If none (which is most likely), start with yourself if you want change. Don’t be a boss but a leader. You don’t want to be the biggest operational expense of your company getting paid just to boss around... Rather than just taking note of problems, suggest a suitable and feasible solution and be part of it…

Starting with myself, for those affected by what I have put whopping emphasis in here, I’m a nuisance. And if I would only be telling you all of these short of credibility and just so to sound and appear to be upright sans sincerity, I’m a nuisance. The mere fact that being a figment could be highly made-up, but why then was my identity created in the image of some annoying character? It goes to show that just like any normal being (or thing); I have failings and what better way to change that than recognizing these shortcomings as challenges for self-improvement. Like a sun that rises on a new day…

Mr. Reno Mohr

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Sun, 17 Apr 2011 03:24:00 +0000

Hi! The title is an introductory of who I am as it’s indicative of my name. Yup, that’s me. No relation to Mr. Jay Mohr though. Mohr ov-- I mean moreover, he’s real whereas I’m fictitious. He’s a TV and film actor portraying made up characters while on the contrary, I’m a fabricated figure that’ll depict valid human interest. But whatever it is, my thoughts are real… Nevertheless, who am I exactly?

Logically, I’m a figment of my creator’s imagination; his alter-ego perhaps. Counter-ego is more apposite I think; a case of “My opinion” vs. (what) “I said” I assume. Nevertheless, the mere fact that you’re able to read this without having to pinch yourself to wake up, it’s as real as it gets… “Who am I” might not even interest you as who would care to be even curious of just some unknown entity. Unless I’m some up-and-coming personality gradually making a name, perhaps, a curious few would be paying attention. As how my name sounds, is how transparent I’ll try to be – “Mr. Reno Mohr.”

As what my name is signifying, we’ll expose some ambiguities or clarify the vagueness on certain issues. It would not be as accurate as you might expect but it will definitely shed some light. The concept of my “origin” is to occasionally share my two cents worth of insights as I perceive it. To stir awareness or make a difference, either way or both… Sarcasm will probably play a big part although it would still be informative somehow even if reading in-between the lines is what it’ll take. You could similarly be reactive, cynical or judgmental of my purpose. That would be alright. As a matter of fact, that would be an integral part of it all. If you’re not guilty, then don’t react as if you are, it’s that simple. If you are, well… my point exactly...

With my inception today, you could mark it on your calendars if only to serve as reminder when it’s about time to send birthday gifts… Ok, kidding! As if there was a need for me to say that given the likely sarcastic “Hello!” reaction from you (“Hello, who am I to you?”)… That’s not surprising however; then again, it could be an answer… We tend to have reservations for “nobody” (“like I am initially right now”) as opposed to how we venerate “somebody”. Thus most of us want to gain recognition similar to that of the latter… and it becomes a race to the top. Being on top, ego hazes our sight of the view where we’ve been or where we have not been. On certain occasions, some even get up there faster than the degree of their credentials can even catch (or match) up. And even faster is how their egos swell. Clueless on how it is “down there”, apparently nothing matters but what’s partially within their grasp up there… If I were a company executive of whom subordinates look up to as a superior, it would be easier to have my direction be implemented than if I were among the ranks even if with a better proposition. Realistically unfortunate, a good idea from a subordinate will sound intelligent and favorable if it will come from a superior. Suddenly, we disregard potential. Yet despite that, we manifest irony and partiality for cheering on the underdog. (Whose side are we on anyway?) Even the fastest runner overcoming every hurdle along the way shouldn’t underestimate a blinding tiny speck that could have him stagger and lose balance only to be overtaken. As if we don’t know the moral story behind “David and Goliath” – That’s human nature and this is just to cite an example – a tinge of what’s in-store – it’s not always the case frankly speaking but quite a number will agree that it’s upfront to the point.

As mentioned, human nature will likewise play an important role in shedding some light on answering what clouds our views. I’ll be your fog lamp. If my being a conjured character separates me from being human, then perhaps, it would be more laid-back to objectively (as much as possible) point out suppressed piercing actualities. A critic, “politically open-minded”, ironic that is or sarcastic, somewhat smart-alecky, probably just sour-graping, contradicting, sensible enough I hope, skeptical of some made-to-be-believable facts, accepting or better yet realistic, all of these and somewhere in between make up my identity with an insight that I hope you could relate to and perhaps learn from – Yup, my character as well as my story is and will be “Mystery no more.”

Health is Wealth, Wealth is Health

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Sat, 09 Apr 2011 07:54:00 +0000

As generic as any advice on wellbeing, from the title alone, this is diagnostic of how uncomplicated things should be. Likewise, how these basic things could be healthy.

Perhaps (or sometimes), plainly pinpointing what it is would be more reassuring than a dose of tricky diagnosis. And before I sound to be rather extensive as well, I’m merely pointing out how some doctors should be caring of their patients and not their impatience. Apparently, they’re eager to convince their suspicions… For quick remuneration perhaps?

Reason as to why their supposed expertise is sought is that their patient wants to most likely regain or maintain good health. Due respect for how they have studied and know the human anatomy and its functions similarly with its malfunctions. In the same way (or on the contrary?), whoever is seeking treatment is the one feeling the development or the damage. For the most part, it’s their body.

Patients get conscious of every episode. Even so, that includes “unhealthy expenditure” if I may say. What’s the point of collating the doctor’s know-how and the patient’s body reaction if assertion from the former for a series of tests be carried out for whatever is worth over their doubt? Is it assurance for the doctor’s sure findings while it’s a gamble for the patient’s outlay? People as it is, are not guinea pigs. When sick, they go to a hospital not in a laboratory. Doctors are expected to be as such and not as scientists. More so, they’re professionals already and not students still.

Learning is a continuous process, I know, but could it be for helpful purposes and not as a trial and an expensive (read: at the expense of others) procedure. And before a test is done or a medication be administered, is there a more acceptable yet equally effective alternative that could be suggested?

In our case, there was (Probably in anyone’s case there is). It was later disclosed but the way-more expensive one was rather applied first sans consultation… And what complicated it all was that my wife was being treated for the wrong illness. A few days back, my wife’s hospital confinement constrained us to stay there for 6 days. I’ve been adamant about my observation that my wife was better off from the initial ineffective medication. What worried me more is that my prodding increased their doubt as to what was really wrong. Now what?! After 3 days and the obvious abnormal physical manifestation from that of my wife’s abdomen and until our doctor friend suggested an ultrasound be done; it was learned that it was rather a more serious illness. Finally!

Good news is that we were told that it could still be alleviated through medicine. Otherwise, an operation as it would expectedly be risky would likewise be costly. With the correct medicine for the right infection, my wife’s now recovering. Though the severity of her condition inflicted as well my finances, however, to my aid came our family who served as doctors of my punctured pocket.

Not to be cynical but ready and geared up; we usually take things for granted specifically our health… If we don’t feel anything, it doesn’t mean there’s nothing wrong… If there’s nothing we feel that we should currently prepare for, it doesn’t mean that there won’t be an emergency… Hence, health is wealth as much as wealth is health.

As for the healthy choice for a doctor, there are those wealthy enough having earned, more than their PFs, the trust of patients and with a thrust of patience.

Ready or Not

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Sun, 27 Mar 2011 08:39:00 +0000

With the recent and successive nature-caused blows seemingly harking back at every part of the globe as its groans of resentment, Mother Earth appears to be collecting dues. Yesterday, in observance of the Earth Hour, support and participation of a majority were an hour of some energy-saving measure. Jointly, it’s a big contribution. Compared to the collective damage she has endured all throughout however, it’s small.

Controlled by The Most High, will she be as forgiving? In general, we have been preoccupied by our own business to the point of having neglected our responsibilities to care for our home in Mother Earth. Assuming to be accepting of our shortcomings, how are we to take the dues should her charging escalate?

If Japan’s deemed readiness with its technological advancements didn’t quite hold on, the concern is how it would be among the less ready.

With the series of unexpected alarming natural calamities and under the contemplation of eventually experiencing the same, it’s correspondingly normal for preparedness to step in. Although, what are we preparing for? I found it atypical for some business-minded to wonder how groceries are raking up whereas clothing aren’t when a discussion over the meager sales of the latter were pointed out. Duh?! Their concern is yet “earthly” if I may say… In spite of this, there are those who are still clouded by their self-absorbed insights amidst an opposing established reality. Clothing may be a necessity but not as essential as food. From our priority list perhaps, just what are we to stock up on if ever? Though notwithstanding the sign of trepidation through panic buying, an important thing to remember as it has always been said is that ‘Don’t Panic’... Then, (other than edible commodities, flashlights, batteries, first aid kit/medicines, et al.) I suppose the first thing we have to supply ourselves with is presence of mind. Common sense is what will gain us logic as to the right thing to do at the onset of any urgent situation.

At work, while we recently felt the urge to come up with emergency programs and teams for it, we have encouraged our staff to be as sensible during such times. Aside from the aforesaid basic emergency necessities for a better chance on continuity, we likewise familiarized them on appropriate protocol under these critical circumstances. While all of the above-mentioned are elemental factors for survival, it’s indeed some evacuation plan to somehow elude the end. What if it is really the end? Would what we have prepared for really matter? You may have a flashlight but is it enlightening? Will your batteries last ‘til eternity? Will your medicine heal your losses and pain? Will your nourishment be as healthful and helpful as “The Heavenly Feast"?

More so, other nagging self-righteous questions we throw on others as if we don’t contribute to the Earth’s diminishing. We question the ability of our leaders’ preparations on these unlikely eventualities as if we’re merely dependent of every answer to their disposal. Are we to judge and be adjudged? Have we lost our Faith? Have we lost the meaning of life? Do we neglect to be ready? And so goes the list…The more important question on what is to be truly prepared for comes knocking… perhaps through tremors that could bring down our doors. What if it’s a body of water seeping through before knocking it down…? If it’s not a surprise visit, Mother Earth’s wrath could come knocking… “Ready? Or not, here I come…”

“Wait! Wait! I’m not ready…”

Dady Loko

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Sun, 20 Mar 2011 13:30:00 +0000

Looking for a XXXL size diaper for my 3-year old son, I’ve realized that he is already big to still be using a diaper. Right there I thought the non-existence of such size means the “no-kid-as-big-as-that-could-still-be-using-one” probability (thus why even produce what would not sell thought the manufacturer perhaps)…
Before he totally outgrows his current XXL-size for a baby diaper, he needs to learn how to practically answer those kinds of nature call. Practical it would be indeed as it will spare me of further expenditure. Though his Mamy Poko brand for a diaper could be proven to be more practicable as it lasts longer, still, the convenient non-use of it is rather preferred. Don’t get me wrong with my choice on trying to be cost-effective. It’s just that there may be a more inexpensive brand that could be as useful but causes diaper rash.
We’ve been prodding him on how to use his potty trainer instead but to no avail. I’ve also shown him how to “manly” pee but only elicits amusement as he points at and likens my thing to an elephant (LOL)…
Forcing him to rather not wear diapers anymore at any adverse rate is out of the question. I believe he will eventually learn; but until when? Should we rather have him wear normal underpants, the need to be patient in cleaning up “the mess” would have to be acted on. And double the patience in reminding and showing him the normal way of “waste management”.
Our first child wasn’t as difficult to train. She started potty training before she even reached 2. As if that wasn’t easy enough, she was simply more suited for the cheaper brand of a diaper. Lucas isn’t as easy. I just hope that such manifestation is a tendency to not coarsely urinate anywhere else as accessibly normal among men. I don’t want him marking his territory that way.
The idea of your child still wearing diapers at the age of “thought to be old or big enough” bothers most of us. However for what reason? If it’s about extra outlay, like in my case as above-mentioned, it’s a reasonable convenience. If it’s about impatience for the “nasty chore”, it’s somehow a self-absorbed basis. But then again, to whom is our being absorbent due? The absorbing capacity of diapers should be a semblance of how tolerant we should be if only to selflessly ensure the convenience of a dependent loved one. Thus, it’s also likelihood for an absorbing bond through a learning process. The time will come when they’re independent enough to be even removing someone else’s underwear – if you catch my drift – Now try absorbing that… Cherish every remaining time you know you’re capable still of spending with them.
With the fast times nowadays and the compelling minutes at work, slightly would you notice that some precious moment has already passed.
As of this cherished moment, I may want my son’s “elephant” free from suffocation and soaked from an offensive stench but I will not rush my kids into growing up awkwardly. If I were a diaper, I’m Dady Loko: No “Diaper Rush”

A lot of B--- S---!!

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Sun, 13 Mar 2011 14:32:00 +0000

With a lot of assumed “Bull Shit” happening among its core workforce within one department at work, the Boss and Subordinates decided it was time to “Break their Silence” with a Bull Session. Brash Sentiments were Boldly Shared. As of current manifestations, it was the Best Solution. Though, it’s really up to them how Behavioral Science will turn out and Be Substantiated for a Better System and help Build Sustenance.
On the other hand, in another section, some integrity has been smeared as “Boiling Secrets” were disclosed. Although the subject matter’s personal in nature, the confidence accorded to me as an acknowledged trusted co-employee was, all along, with denial of the truth… Though, not (even) Barely Surprised, I would have appreciated if the concerned person could have at least been Bravely Straightforward…
Whereas along our end, one of our Boss is Sick however it led to Bad Suspicions that has been Bluntly Speculated… It’s no longer benefit of the doubt that’s applied but Benefit of the Suspecting/Suspicious… Tsk tsk! If Backstabbing isn’t BS enough…
“Boat’s Sinking?” Not to that extent I hope…
It was as usual a Busy Saturday yesterday and no Boring Situations for the week. In other words, it was Beneficially Stressful. What’s worth anticipating for though despite the Busy Schedule behind is my rest day… A time for family as it means “Bonding Sunday” worthy as “Blog Story”… Is it? At least to me yes…

Homey as it is yet as petty as just some Backyard Shenanigans actuated Between Siblings; with my children normally acting like the Brother and Sister to each other that they are; my son’s naughtiness akin to that of Bart Simpson while his Big Sister’s a Bit Sensitive leading to a Boisterous Spat after which to a Bubbly Settlement – I would definitely say that after some of the past week’s Bothering Scenarios, a time with my kids Brings Sanity… and for the next work days ahead, it’s the Best Supplement…

Barking at the Right Tree

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Sun, 06 Mar 2011 04:22:00 +0000

Is it coincidental or is it fitting that prevention month for Rabies and that of Fire is concurrent with Women’s Month this March? One suspected basis could be that to avoid a biting discomfort-causing flaming dispute, avoid getting in conflict with and bitten by a bitch (LOL).
Ok that’s not entirely true; I made that up but…
But? Yes, while the International Women’s Month is a celebration focused on appreciation towards women for every possible related aspect, it’s not supposed to stir gender bias. It’s an occasion for men to dedicatedly convey their love for women. Yet, it’s also a seeming instance for women to expect for it, thus such expression from men are rather reserved for special occasions such as this.
Celebrations like this are supposed to be some sort of a chance to be thankful. For even gaining the credentials to be commemorated among celebrators is what’s really worth remembering. My point exactly: One doesn’t celebrate her some sort of contribution to humanity because of the accolades she’ll get. Or a simpler case in point: We don’t celebrate our birthdays just because of the presents we’ll receive; the best gift we should be thankful for is life itself as an opportunity to live it with fulfillment…
There’s not much of a drawback for men to show their appreciation and love but it would only be fair if it’s done as if every day is Women’s Day. On the other hand, it would as well be tolerable if, for all it’s worth, women don’t expect anything in return… What’s more discomforting is when it’s silently yet obviously demanded through the “are you not forgetting something” kind of cold treatment if not that of a fiery stipulation. And if men forget, it’s an insensitive likelihood to unleash a rabid consequence…
Each has a role towards the other. The Women’s Month (or Day) celebration bestowed for women is an affirmation of their invaluable role and distinction. Men will have their time on November 19 (International Men’s Day). As for now, let’s celebrate the complementing difference – it’s what keeps the passion on fire. However you look at it, it’s a burning sensation.
To the "bitches" that bite our heads off with good reason; to the women who light our fire as well as douse our “inferno” – Flowers? - Chocolates? - uhmm Dine out? - Steaks? - Or fishballs? - Dog food? - Ok ok this isn’t hard – Thank you! And Happy Women’s Month! ARF ARF!!!

Zero

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Thu, 03 Mar 2011 03:08:00 +0000

It’s neither positive nor negative…
But if it’s a score out of at least a few, it’s negative. If it’s a result out of something that’s supposed to be consumed or dissolved however, then it’s positive. Thus zero could mean good or bad depending on what it’s tallied for. Age-wise, zero could perhaps be marked when one hasn’t reached the age of one or hasn’t completed a full year commemorated on his/her birthday.
My son was born on a leap day 3 years ago. Technically, commemoration of his 1st birthday on its actual day would be next year. When asked how old he is, he responds with “zero”. By some means, he could be likened to zero. He is endearing yet he could be bothersome as expected of his age. Age? But then again, he’s “zero”… Exactly! He’s both delightful and demanding though his being “zero” is “him” being even and not odd; in the same way how exacting he could get nevertheless he is still some treat for an amusement.
As he grows, his interest varies. He’s now into wearing my cowboy hat and boots. And he makes sure that he sleeps with the cowboy hat beside him. When I asked him to pick a toy from Toy Kingdom, after much deliberation I supposed and calculatingly selecting toys of his own picking, it was the cheap plastic sword that he “commanded” me to immediately pay for.
From zero to hero, he puts on these items with a cape. Caped Crusader? Hero indeed as he has power over my sanity.

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Happy Birthday Zero! My Hero... My boy!

C9

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Mon, 21 Feb 2011 02:32:00 +0000

Falling on a Saturday, my daughter’s 9th birthday was rather celebrated with family. The idea of throwing a party in school would mean celebrating it on a day other than her actual birthday. It’s not much of a tight spot but neither would it be exact… Thus, Feb. 19th proved its fitting essence. Before another year adds to my daughter’s 9 years of existence of which is a closer stage to adolescence, the thought of taking advantage of her still not into “can-I-just-celebrate-with-my-friends” sort of awkward moment was rather set into an ideal perspective. Quite simultaneous, my brother was in town for a business trip. Being the generous person that he is and as a fitting birthday treat for her niece, he delighted us with a hearty breakfast before heading back to Manila. Having planned for an intimate family get-together for lunch somewhere similarly conveying that natural warmth for an ambiance, I asked my brother to extend a bit and join us to make the celebration more jovial. I recently found out about this new place with the potential of imparting that sought liking for a place.
I thought my kids would like it there with its farm animals to interact with. It’s an opportunity to vividly instill in them the simple joys that could be used to define their life ahead. Amidst today’s technological breakthroughs, among the young generation, Farmville is more familiar than the real thing; if you know what I mean… Compared to fine dining or lavish kiddie party perhaps, the rustic touch and practical approach of the place appealed to my daughter (and my son as well) and the celebration was as well an observance of family togetherness as I would have wanted rather than the usual gauge for affluence as an insinuating motive for a social gathering. My daughter’s next birthday will be essentially celebrated though as she’ll be 10. After which will be the time she turns 13; then sweet 16; then eigh---- – oops! I’m aging too fast… Before she would prefer “independence” come a time, we celebrated this year not with limitation of revelry but a commemoration of life’s wide-ranging meanings…
C9 stands for various meanings totally unrelated to the subject. Or I could probably make up a correlation to it like one C9 meaning used as a short hand for how it’s pronounced in Cantonese meaning housewife… Before my daughter even grows closer to an age of which the probability of that happening is physically possible, we celebrated her last single digit age... But that’s not really the case. Less the complications as it should, I’ve made up 2 meanings of my own; Chakai’s 9 and we simply celebrated the feeling of being in “Cloud 9”…

Ophiuchus

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Sun, 30 Jan 2011 06:38:00 +0000

Off-ih-you-cuss. That’s how it’s verbally pronounced. Just like anyone drawn into the whole brouhaha of the coming-into-picture of this 13th Zodiac sign, I also wondered of its pronunciation. I’m not much into horoscopes; it’s just that with the adjustment, or “progressing sign” should I say, I’m now an Ophiuchus. I used to be a Sagittarius. A progression? A good sign?

Most of the people I’ve conversed with regarding the change of their signs aren’t so inclined into being their “new them”. I guess, with those who seemed to have relied too much on (say) marrying their spouses based on their “astrological compatibility” are now worried of “falling stars” or perhaps “seeing stars”.
Who we are isn’t exactly the same as what we are. Just because you fall under the sign of Taurus doesn’t mean you possess a raging-like quality similar to that of a bull. While it’s quite fascinating to note that horoscopes most often than not are appealingly accurate, it serves to inspire rather than oblige you to do as suggested. Yes, stars have been a substantial entity as guide (i.e., wishing star; more so the Star that led the Three Kings to where Jesus was born; and even so, star struck as we are, we get hooked with celebrated stars’ lifestyle). Nevertheless, I say the real stars that deserve the credit for who we have become are those responsible for our upbringing.
Timely as it seemed, upon finding out of my new sign with its entire positive attributes, my variable frame of mind then triggered contemplation on some probable life-changing developments. It somehow incited me further to give a free rein to the Ophiuchus-in-me of whom achieving a high position in life is expected. It seemed to have manifested its being a sign. Was it?

As to how its qualities are pronounced for a fitting reference, it’s not how my path will be addressed as an Ophiuchus but how as an Ophiuchus will I address my direction.

2011

noreply@blogger.com (rommel fallarme) — Sun, 02 Jan 2011 13:27:00 +0000

1 – Happy New Year!
Another 1 – Who knows if we really have just 1 year left?
1 more thing – There’s 1 convincing point as to 2011’s onset having too many 1s – 1-1-11
It could be a prequel to 2012 the movie where such year was depicted to be the end of the world. Timely as it is, it’s the New Year we’re currently celebrating representing new beginning. Positively, what better way to instigate any inception but with that of something depictive of “number 1”…

2011, as it is, has 2 1s. Thus, it’s indicative of preference. Either you become the 1 or just another 1. Not that anyone has to be the best at whatever it is that’s aimed for but at least be driven by hope amidst challenges to somehow achieve progress.
Under the circumstance, we are given opportunities as to how we are to make do of developmental possibilities before the unpredictable doomsday. In going through it, we are as well given options on how we are to go about it. Fittingly, as hinted earlier, 2011 is about having 2 choices between the good 1 and the other 1. Speaking of which, I myself is inclined to weigh my options.
Before it’s “doomsday too late”, I thought it would only be fair to manifest audacity and somehow cross the threshold of another opening. 2010 has been a challenging year. An unrelenting test still that has caused lack of vitality in me; not to mention the hindrance for an essential change as the main culprit… Now however, variation is apparent.
Too many 1s… Recharging the natural cheerful person in me is 1. Thus, bringing out the “cheerleader” in me as a complementing factor is another 1. Starting off with 1’s alphabet counterpart, at the top of your lungs, ready, here goes – “Give me an A! Yell A!”
That’s “A” variation alright. “A”dditionally, it sounds more like “A” destination… Perhaps, it’s “A” better place to be?
Well, 1 – I’m hopeful…
Plus another 1 – It’s how I’ll make it if ever…
And 1 more thing – It’s yet to be determined this 2011…