Did I Rock You

I’ve blogged about a certain kind of discomfort I’ve been experiencing for quite some time now since I started blogging.  This is about a humming sound as if from a motor engine of some kind of machinery revving from a distant.  I’d thought it was from a car’s engine, but I’m sure now it’s not.  During its early incurrence the humming seemed minimal to distort my hearing, although I’m quite deaf in my left ear I still could hear clearly spoken words when I phased my right ear.  But lately up to now the humming seemed getting louder although I still could hear but this time I could not eliminate the humming from hearing!  And what more annoying is, even I covered my ears the humming is still there!  So, literally, the humming is inside my head or mind now, whichever!  What could this be?  Is this the humming of my brain motor?  Does a brain really have motor?  I’m rather thinking now and imagining maybe am under someone else’s spell!  Please, anyone who could make or give explanation to this I highly welcome and thank you with all my heart, if you do.

Just some little feedback about my last blog, (A Wish….) some of my few friends is not happy about it.  (LOL)  They don’t believe it!  Some are even out rightly insinuating or even declaring I’m pretentious and seemingly acting so righteous and honest, when in fact at a quick first glance of me (surely a hurried look or gaze) they say I look more like a devil!  But they started cackling, laughing profusely, so I was inclined to believe that I’m sure they rather meant that I truly look like an angel.  (LOL)

Well, anyways, I didn’t write it to impress anybody.  It’s just one of those things lying at the back of everybody’s heads or cerebellum, only maybe I’m a bit cocky and dreamy, if not crazy, I’ve touched on it like I did.  But honestly the facts I laid in that blog were true.  I was very young then when that happened.  My mind I’m sure was still unadulterated of worldly sins, so every valid wish by even anyone, for that matter, who feels righteous and desirous of achieving something would no doubt get it if you’re decisive, insistent and patient.  But surely I have my own purpose of writing it.  Yes, if you’re guessing what’s on my mind, it’s intended to no one else but my wife who hasn’t surely read it because she’s now busy attending some little but equally important personal engagement that would be too much to discuss here.  But I’m hopeful when that activity of hers was over, she will get to have it (my blog A Wish..) read and maybe she would give me a little peck on my cheek or maybe a hug so tight or light, then eyed me so sensuously, as if suggesting something whatever, enough to buy myself some two or three bottles of beer, then there, maybe you know what comes next!  (LOL)  We’re both old, but nonetheless, it doesn’t matter.  Because LOVE when thriving and living inside anybody’s heart it becomes infinite, no ending, not even death could never ever undo it.  And the rest that follows, of course, is purely sporadic or maybe you could rather term it academic, so they say! (LOL)

I will rock you!  And roll you over like Beethoven!  That’s what we do sometimes when we’re exceedingly happy.  And surely this is very true to the younger sets.  But for older and matured people with propriety and decorum, a mere holding hands and gazes indicating you both understand each other are very much enough to let you live a happy life.  I might as well stop here or I would not know where we’ll be getting.  Okay!  Maybe now we could revert to what we had previously or recently done.  Yes, back to joking time!

  1.  Two godfathers met on the street one sunny Sunday.  They talked about so many things until finally it’s time for them to part ways, so:

    Godfather 1:  Oh, before I forget, how are your children?

    Godfather 2:  Yes, thank you!  They’re all fine!  The eldest daughter is now a nurse.  Your godson is now an engineer; the third girl is now a teacher.  But the youngest son who didn’t finish schools is now a FULL TIME ROBBER.

    Godfather 1:  Oh, so sorry to hear that.  But did you cast him out?

    Godfather 2:  NO, I CAN’T.  He’s the sole BREADWINNER and the ONLY ONE WHO HAS WORK.

2.  I received a text from my friend, Joey, of course, with this:    

Very important health advice:

    DO NOT EAT roasted meats like Peking duck, and suckling pig.   And fresh sea foods such as lobster, prawn and crab… WITHOUT ME!

    KUNG HEI FAT CHOI! 

    And I replied:  Stop swearing Joey!  Let’s do it for real just say when!

Okay, thank you very much!  See you next time!

goodwater724

25-01-12

A Wish Upon A Star

I have always wanted to write sensibly, meaning touching on some topics or subjects that require deeper analysis and diligent considerations of things that matter.  But I know with my dwindling capacity that goes with the aging process, my mind seems incapable of even touching on the simplest simple subject.  If only my blogging has happened during my youth I could have probably made or posted incredible, if not much crappier, blogs than I should be, or am doing right now!  Before, just to cite you some little fact about me which isn’t necessary and wouldn’t help any bit anymore, I used to have in my words armory some 20,000 pieces of vocabulary literally printed in my mind.  Now they’re gone probably went out in smoke in the gutters and chimneys of my mind.  I’m lucky if I still have some 5000 or so even less English words left.  So I feel unworthy writing sensitive subject because I simply lacked the capacity now to express my ideas thoroughly.  If it seems I’m still thriving writing things with impunity and looks as if I’m not going to stop doing it, you’re wrong!  I have always wanted to stop blogging, or writing to be straight with you.  But somehow I’m just a human being, though old, maybe now less provocative and arrogant, maybe now less stubborn and poignant, but still equally pervasive of attaining some point or something only my ego could understand.  Yes, I probably just want to impress my own ego, bluffing it, that I’m still young and could write things anyway I want, but could I?  There, I hope you be the judge. And I don’t care no matter how partial or not you could get, just lay the verdict!  I would love to hear or read it.  So maybe just to put an end to this something I’m doing whatever you may call it!

But meantime as usual while waiting for you to decide my case, I’m still all out here to do a favorite thing, i.e., blogging scrappily to my heart’s content!

“When you wish upon a star, it makes no difference who you are… your dreams come true!”  This is a lyric of a song so very popular during the 60s or 70s, I think, and the melody is so soothing and smooth you have no way of forgetting even though you’ve forgotten about who sung and wrote it.  Yes, that’s very true most oftentimes especially for old blokes like me forgetting names of people, places and what-nots.  But unforgettable melodies stick to the mind like crazy not even death could never ever undo it.  This includes all beautiful songs, lyrics and melody; films, stories, novels; faces - especially pretty and agonizingly fugly; work of arts, classic histories, even unworthy jokes and nonsense’s they all clung and stuck in the mind for ages enabling you sometimes to be inspired and write some classic, if not crappy, blog about them, of course.  This time I know you’re alerted again or arouse a little because of the above caption heading this blog!  You might be thinking this time I’m about to divulge some credible, judicious and juicy facts about the STARS!  You’re right!  But the revelation is concentrated on HOW to make a wish and WHICH star you are going to direct or address that wish only!  When I was young I thought making a wish, any kind of wish for that matter is enough especially upon hearing this song (When You Wish upon a Star) for the first time.  So I asked my mother, “Can we really make a wish on a star?”  She said, “Yes, why not!”  “But be sure you’re serious about it and you’re willing to go or undergo whatever it takes when the wish was granted”, this she adamantly added.  “So could we make self-aggrandizing wishes, too?”  Getting very interested, I asked again my mother.  With eyes wide opened my mother said, “Hey, what do you mean by that?”  And she continued, “No, no, no sir!  Self-serving wishes that would not benefit anyone except you, the wisher, are no, no things to the stars!  These are wishes directed to your own self like: you want to get rich, you want to become somebody you’re not ought to be, and many other wishes that only robust you up but you have no palpable reason of becoming one.”  But for wishes that befall human naturally, only they seemed ungranted for some time, these, and you could make a wish to hasten it up or help you attain it.” 

We’re at the balcony or maybe just an open porch of our small house one summer night when we’re engaged on this talk.  And gazing at the firmament so clear with so many bright stars shining, I asked her again, “But which stars could we direct those wishes?”  Here, my mother tried scanning the sky for some moments and pointing, she said, “You see that Big Dipper there, and the Small Dipper there, and Pegasus there, those are cluster of stars serving as guides to sea travelers, and seafarers; they are not wishing stars.  When making a wish to a star, look for the farthest single evening star your naked eyes could see and make a wish on it.  But remember don’t make a wish too many, only one a time and wait for that star to work on it.”

After saying these, she eyed me so intently as if wondering why so suddenly I touched on this subject.  So, she laid her hand gently on my shoulder and almost to a whisper she said, “Young man, do you have any problems?”  I didn’t reply purposely and hinted to go bed but she said, “Wait, make a wish now whatever it is and keep watching that star you will make a wish upon.  When it faded or gone in the sky, your wish will be granted.”

Thanks, mom, I said and go to bed, the next night while alone at the porch I secretly made that wish upon a star.   So every night when the sky is clear and all the stars are shining brightly I keep watching that star I made a wish upon.  I was a freshman in college when I made that wish, a wish so gnawing almost making want to die, if I couldn’t have attained it.  But I trusted my mother’s words “wait for that star to work on it”.  So I waited patiently.  Some nights when there are heavy clouds I couldn’t see the star although I know where it was situated somewhere between the proximity of Pegasus and the Small Dipper.  Summer was over on this first year I made that wish.  And as the wet season approaches the sky gets blurred and no more stars could be seen around.  For three more consecutive years I’ve been like a fool starry-eyed keeping a watchful eye over the sky during summer. And the star was ever still there, sometimes getting bigger, sometimes smaller, but its light is constant not growing dim or brighter just the way it was when I first made a wish upon.  So life passed thru and things got into places.  I continued studying like I should and decided to find some jobs I could fit myself as I feel am now fit to work, this was when I was on my senior year in college.  I was able to land a job and happy about it and was more confident my wish would be granted.  My mother decided to leave the urban life and went with my other siblings in the province in Bicol.  We have a small property there where she stayed until she was taken back by the Lord to His fold.  I was now left alone in the city struggling like crazy to maintain a simple life with no one to confide my troubles.  I have some few friends and this helped to make the living sometimes easy, at times hard but all in all a normal and usual way of life.  But every night I’m still constantly eyeing the sky watchful of that star ever constantly there when the sky is clear.  Until that day when I graduated from college one night I looked upon the sky and found the star mysteriously faded from the sky.  And not very much later I met a woman, for me a very special woman who must be granted by star I made a wish to be my wife.

Goodwater724

18-01-12  

18-01-12

A Lesson In Math

Pondering on my last post, I can’t help myself thinking that probably most of my readers are taking me for a priestly man-servant of God or, worst, a frustrated born-again sectarian guru!  But honest, I’m neither both!  But if only my parents had afforded it, I truly wanted to be a priest!  It’s because simply of my unusual unfortunate fate I suffered in the early stages of my life, which I’ve already discussed in my past blogs.  It’s just that life has some strange ways putting things up and no matter how arduous or enthusiastic you are into achieving a certain goal or dream, you’re eventually only pivoted or shifted into some kind of condition or situation you don’t know if it fits you at all!  Perhaps for me, this is what God has designated.  And surely HE must have some purpose for it, aside from my now very own purposes, of course.  But have you ever really wondered why God allowed such misfortunes befalling individuals without their common consent and instead only placing them in utter discontent and desolation?  Many a great man could have remained great and even getting greater as time passes if only they have added some touch of humility in their lives. 

That must have been the main reason why God allowed such misfortunes to happen to humans!  Perhaps these people, even the still would be, have aggravatingly acted on their own accord totally forgetting their solemn relations to God and instead only instigated their own earthly wishes and whims with impunity! The Bible says, “Commit to the Lord whatever you do, and your plans will succeed”, Prov. 16:3. So anything you do or we do without the sanction of God is literally hopeless!  But perhaps this is undoubtedly true to matured and full grown humans who must have full rationality about the things they’re doing.  So although some of them maybe thinking they’re doing the right thing, but ultimately the possible outcome or results and effects of such a thing or deed they’re doing would not benefit anyone except themselves, so to their dismay and amazement it flopped down to nothing.  And they’re wondering why and unaware it was God who blocked the whole thing.   But for the young who haven’t even the slight insinuation of sin or to commit sin, how come some misfortunes also befall them?  Here, probably it’s because God knows in the long run, or when these youngsters matured, HE knows these too would do things not designed for them to do, so at the very early stages of their lives they were given due reprimanding or warnings to hinder or stopped them once and for all into achieving or getting those unworthy plans or deeds into fruition.  But again how come sometimes some others like those criminals and perennial law breakers already on their prime and fully grown shenanigans, do away with their crimes and even was thriving at some extent?  There, simply God has some purpose for it, literally hidden and unknown or even we haven’t a way to understand at the moment.  But take a closer look at it, in the end you will know they ended up also to nothing and some of them even died a horrible death as if giving them a real dose of their own medicine.  So in a way God is giving us some kind of a lesson to learn and ultimately teach us that any wrong deed or actuation does not pay.  So in all our dealings, big or small, it won’t hurt us if we always try to do it the right way.  No matter if you look so stupid in trying to make it good!  But the ultimate essence about all these is, speak always the truth and do things always with the best intentions.  When these things get in the habit it becomes a code rightfully anyone can happily live by.  

So for me I haven’t a tint or slight discontentment why God let me suffered the fate I’ve been thru, because it’s probably just His strange ways to thwart and curb the unworthy plans I may have  in life and now make me fully understand instead the mathematics of life.  “It is not a matter of multiplication of wealth but the division of task; subtraction of greed and addition of humility”, a simple way to lead or live a happy simple life. Kudos to the man/woman whoever he/she is, who concocted this phrase it serves a great deal and means a lot more than words could express. 

I don’t really know the man/woman because this phrase was just text to me by a friend lately and it gives too much meaning that inspired me to highlight in my blog.  And quite sadly the sender doesn’t know who wrote it, too!  I would surely appreciate if you could tell me who he/she is to be given due credence and recognition in this blog.  Thanks a lot!

goodwater724

06-11-12   

What’s In A Name!

When you’ve gone thru life as simple as my life had yet still ongoing to this presently now highly digital universe, you will feel somehow a bit misplaced or unfit to live or muddle in it!  But if you’re inquisitive enough and just that bit quirky of new and sensational things happening around, you’ll be filled with enough motivations to, at least, tap, engage and share, or play along all the effects and side-effects this world is bound to give.  So whether you like it or not, you’re in into some kind of actions or reactions, call it delayed or just keeping up, you’ll be figuring up to fit yourself.

This is just my simple way of fitting up with it.  I don’t know if blogging is sensible enough or not but my purpose has always been to keep my mind active and prevent it from lying dormant and degenerate.  In other words to give a more simple way to put it, please recall that, “I’m merely battling with my own mind to see how far I could go bluffing my matured ego and my aging body.”  I love this phrase so much looks like I’ve hit it right on the dot!  So don’t wonder I keep coming back!  I just surely wish to inform some of my friends that I’m still alive, though not so much kicking every which way, yet still muddling on some things to denote I’m still around.  Surely there will come a time when you will not read or hear from me again.  And that, of course, is when I’m dead.  It’s quite premature to think about what’s going to happen to my blogs when I’m dead.  This morbid kind of ideas is not worth mentioning here at this stage but there still nothing wrong touching on to it every now and then because Death & Living are the perennial partners they ever are and surely would not go without each other.  Would the internet still carry my blogs and keep it up posted or eventually delete and dump to Recycle Bin?  That’s just a question hoisted for lack of nothing better to ask, and deserves no immediate rightful answer.  Our mind is like an all encompassing digital computer that at almost instantly could tap and project things beyond our cognitive comprehension and imagination sometimes, so as always we’re only up to surmise things to follow or come our ways.  Anyways as we always are, especially at this very beginning and starting point of another exciting journey for 2012, we’re hopeful things, again, would get better than the last!  No matter if we only sounded like that broken 45rpm disc cantankerously playing a tread it can’t skip by an equally old model and outdated phonograph gadget.

At times like these when the mind seemed relax and unassuming of any other itinerants and priorities we are bound to procrastinate!  We all have the right to it, even exceeding the limits if you see fit.  Sometimes, too, we likened ourselves to some kind of a motor engine which needs to be warmed up and operated later on low starting gear so as not to overwork or overheat it.  But procrastination’s only true and acceptable to some few good numbers of people.  These are the Kings and Queens, the Princes and Princesses and many other Royalties who definitely have all the means and ways to indulge to it.  But for simple ordinary people, like me, I guess it’s superfluous to even give it a try!  But somehow, we do give it a try, don’t we?  And at this point and time, we’re literally taking it all up and easy!  Yes, why not!  There’s plenty of room ahead us!  Imagine another long, seemingly slow moving moments of 2012!  In fact, I must have taken it quite literally at its extreme I almost missed to post within the first week!  Well, I have a way with myself.  I don’t know about you!

But so far, so good!  We have again some ample time to ponder on those words of wisdom written by some outspoken, well-grounded, and truly witty geniuses, wizards, and philosophers of current and old times and just about, for me, are the best times to while away or procrastinate.  Yes, I find these times the appropriate time to read those quotations, verses and wondrous phrases to give the mind fresh and sprightly vigor and energy to again explore this “New World” of 2012!

Okay!  Just to give you some few quotable quotes, which for me, instead of jokes which I’ll surely give you very much later, is worth putting a little time to think about.

Here goes:

1.  It is not the mere station of life that stamps the value on us but the manner in which we do our part.

2.  Go to the ant you sluggard, consider its ways and be wise.

3.  False humility never has its roots in truth; virtue can be idolatry like anything else.

4.  Many people are now obsessed with letter “C”

    - Cell phone

    - Computer

    - Crush

    - Credit card

    - Car

    - Cash

    - Condo

    - Career

    But don’t forget to reflect on the real meaning of “C”

    “CHRIST”

    Who can give everything we need and desire in life!!

Thanks to Ayessa Kaye V. Asoy, a friend of mine, who posted No. 4 quote at Facebook, a surely timely reminder.  The rest of the quotes are from old books, but maybe also posted in “Quotations and Verses” at the internet.

SHALOM!

goodwater724

06-01-12

Some Insensibility

I must be finally in the end-times of my blogging!  It seemed I’m now having the hardest time to figure out things to write!  And I easily get bored!  OMG!  But anyways, blogging for me and to me is just like gambling, although I’m not a literal gambler.  But yes, I still do bet on the Lotto every now and then, and still very much hoping I could one time or another hit the jackpot.  But why I likened blogging to gambling is because it’s just like a trial-and-error thing to me.  So probably my propensity, my trial-and-error thing in blogging sometime, too, could get me somewhere there, when I would finally hit the right ideas and concepts or thoughts and thinking that would ultimately make a difference!  But for now, I guess it’s still a wayward thing, so haphazardly getting its way just to keep the ball rolling.  But in all probability I’m trying to make some sense, no matter how odd, old and outmoded those senses are!  If I’ve been just like some others who have traveled a lot and seen so many fantastic places and fabulous, wondrous people, perhaps I could have some fine times narrating or describing them to you.  But so far I’ve gone to so many places and met so many fabulous, wondrous people only in my dreams and quite literally only in books and magazines.  So describing them to you is only tantamount to bragging.  What I really like to do is to open up my mind to you, disclose what’s in there and discuss things according to my dwindling capacity as an aging human being.  In this sense you would see how an aging man mind is and the things left or the residues from the courses of his education.

I do believe the more things you know the more you get ignorant about so many things at all!  But consider things more deeply and you would find there is nothing much new anymore!  Why?  Because the practical realities now ongoing are merely repetitions or at least they seemed to be, of previous events that had already happened, though not exactly the same in context and form the projections are more or less the same. Except, of course, the computer and the cell phones the only possibly awesomely monumental gadgets ever invented for common people consumptions.  But these, too, would become obsolete and the point of saturation will get in its way just like any other.  Soon people will get fed up logging and browsing the internet, and soon too they will all discard those cell phones no matter how sophisticated and highly technical they are.  Because human needs and wants are always insatiable.  They get excited, contented and satisfied at some things only for some good period of time, but when the point of marginal significance and usefulness of such gadgets has been reached, they started craving for more newer things surely they want different from what they’re having or currently using.  So even the inventors, the scientists, and many others geniuses who constantly and surely are always on the go for new discoveries and inventions, now and still are deeply hooked into it.  So eventually when we reached that point of saturation, this old man is thinking that probably they would come out with some kind of micro chips, or any other thing like these, discovery to be fixed or implanted in the brain or wherever on humans that would give new sensations and experience in their lives.  What I had in mind is not exactly new because this configuration or at adaptation has already been projected and configured so very convincingly in films and cinemas and they look so astoundingly true and real!  I was thinking of the common thing now happening on futuristic films and movies.  These are the hologram things and the teleportation as well as mental telecommunications so realistically projected there!  Though they look so real and true, somehow the processes how it was done was definitely unclear and as vague as the sun on a rainy day.  But when that time comes, I hope I’m still around, when humans would just go to a nearby candy store or mall and buy themselves some micro chips to fix on wherever it is on their bodies and would eventually became superhuman capable of those things I just aforementioned.  And if this good guess of mine comes true, we will soon wake up one morning totally and virtually just like GODS and GODDESSES, so by then who would need computers and cell phones!  With these, the manufacturers and makers of those, computers and cell phones, maybe would start worrying!  But they should not be, because these gadgets would still be very much around and needed as stand-by things to support those future micro-chips human enhancing things with surely tiny or even microscopic easily fizzling out batteries, unless they could invent things that charge it automatically by either human normal temperature or the sun’s solar energy.

So when these things happen we could now talk and communicate and interact and react with one another literally wireless, just like those now other wireless communications gadgets we do have and presently in use only now virtually without them.

This is just a full conjecture I have in mind probably the effect of having too much undergone the silly things we always do like chopping, slicing, peeling, cooking and finally eating those things and other foodstuff we prepared for Christmas.

Okay!  This is about all for now.  I hope again to see you God willing next HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!

goodwater724

28-12-11            

A Flip

They say that in this toilsome world of ours we get benefitted or kind of make most of what we deserved to get in life by merely trying to be complacent, unperturbed but not totally unmindful and passive about what’s going on around.  It’s just like doing the things you do everyday and doing it right and good always, no matter what!  And don’t bother if there’s anyone or no one to praise or appreciate you’re doing it good because right or wrong you’re just bound to do it, anyway.  And if there’s any possibility where you could improve and maximize your efficiency or effectiveness on things you’re doing then by all means, do it!  Minding most of the things around you, like the soaring high prices of commodities, especially now Christmas season, the new trends on whatever’s trending, the sensational news and down hearting stories happening all around the globe, and if you have a graven habit of trying to be sensitive about the current as well as previous issues on political as well as religious and more so about personal or social stigma or controversies arising with your relation to your neighbors and/or fellowmen….you’ll end up like a geek biting not only chicken and snake heads, but also your own nails out of desperation in cracking your head for solutions and resolutions in trying to keep up or even with them.  So actually the best attitude is to remain as quiet and reserved as you are.  Though you may try to employ a keener interest and comprehension to them, better do it moderately. What I mean is, take an all eyes and ears to them but as passively as you could … try to forget or eliminate them if they don’t directly bother you at all.  Think as if you’re not the one responsible for them because in the first place you are not, unless you feel God or someone who has authority over you has mandated you personally or in your dreams to muddle with them.  In this case it’s just like setting your mind free to whatever else you needed your mind to be free with!  So just like birds soaring high up in the sky so light and easy; take your plight, too, in the same way then just like birds who literally never sow, plant and much less toil the earth for plants and all its creatures on top or deep within and down under to thrive… you’ll find everything is there just within your reach or just a matter of taking or receiving when it’s time for you to take or receive them!

This is my logic or philosophy in life now when I’m in the most autumnal stage of my existence.  But even when I’m very much younger I do have the same attitude too.  Only because of youthful attributes I was inclined to and have done some things impulsively, sometimes even without sensible thinking and considerations of things that matter.  That’s the way of the dragon!  Entering all sorts of things new to you and never caring about consequences or circumstances it may bring about, anyway you’re young and there’s plenty of room for you to correct yourself along the way, if you’ve done some misdeeds or it turned out you passed the wrong curve or bend.  But when the span of life has become narrow and shorter, like now for me, we try to be cautious not to overdo things beyond the limits of regulations and assertions. And speaking of these latter two ideas when you’ve been used to doing a thing habitually like smoking, drinking, and womanizing,  or whatever regulations become a thing of the past because you are now incapacitated to regulate them as well as trying to assert your own inherited right to enjoy them.  When you’re old you ought to stop smoking and drinking.  Even a simple matter of asserting to your wife or husband your sexual rights or desires as you do when you both are young, now it has eventually become only a state of mind.  Very much substantiating that adage the “spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak”.  Unless you’re too bold and daring trying all those pep pills and libido enhancers without the much needed diagnostic advices of qualified physicians… you’ll end up sooner than you think to your grave.  Those were surely a NO, NO THINGS.  The safer and probably acceptable and correct attitude is to abide and stick to what God or nature has mandated or created you or us to be.  It’s God’s nature or will that gives us ample time say like 20years for women and some 30 or more years for men to enjoy our sexual life, so if you failed to enjoy it and you’re still wanting despite your maturity, asks God for some extension, who knows He might grant it as well if you’re deserving.  So if you’re as old as me, the Toucher and the Sniffer as I am now I would rather be than an active enhanced Doer prematurely probably by now was buried six feet underground, if you know what I mean!

I don’t know why I’m telling this to you!  I’m sure most of you must have been aware about all these things I’m blobbing about.  Blobbing is the right word I guess than blogging because as usual I’m getting to be amorphous or so quirky with my subjects, holding on to some topic for a moment then another subject the next.  Just like a novel with a multi-faceted plots and settings.  But of course, this still is blogging when we come to think more deeply of it.  A novel or even a short story is a lot different.  But just the same, they all come in written form and eventually get to real and moving scenes when finally adapted to a film or movie.  And surely a blog like this is not in all probability adaptable to a movie.  This is just a common or ordinary way of upholding something just to fight out that still bizarre reality that every single moment or second and minute and hour and days and weeks and months and years of our life….. Yes, we are all growing old!  So more probably this is just one way, I hope not desperate, touching lives, even just in our mind to achieve agelessness.  No one is ever truly old until no one remembers we’ve made a difference!

I don’t know if this is sensitive thinking or not but my purpose here is still the very same old thing I’m trying to fight or minimize and delay.   Yes, I’m merely battling with my own mind to see how far I could go bluffing my matured ego and my aging body.   I would just like to believe that probably there is some truth when they say that, “The farther away you leave your past, the closer you get to forge your own character”.  But I really don’t know up to now what’s my own character, would you?

Goodwater724

18-12-11 

Christmas Oddities!

Looks like Christmas has come so very early for me on account of my greeting you a MERRY CHRISTMAS KISS on my last blog!  I hope you’re not in any way thinking it’s a KISS from Count Goodwater724, the Complacent Vampire! (LOL)  Yes!  I’m still very much carried away by that idea of a vampire.  And I’m not discounting the possibility that any nights possibly when I least expected it, either Lestat or the Count himself, and not to forget Edward, the latest hybrid version of vampires will initiate me to the club!!!  This of course is full whack otology thru the way most of us see it, and perhaps this poor blogger is just I don’t know if I’m good at!  But no one knows if it could happen or not.  Any idea you implant or contrived in your mind is bound to happen when you got all the necessary ingredients and the will and power to stand and abide or cling to it!  Just take note of this phrase, “When the mind has once begun to yield to the weakness of superstition, trifles impress it with the force of conviction.”  I forgot who said that but I guess it supports and give credence to any idea be it trifling, provoking, brilliantly soaring or otherwise, the possible consequences or circumstances would surely force some ways to conviction.  So it’s probably just a constant matter of believing!  So when we started to believe an idea or something it becomes a concrete force capable of turning trifles, even superstition or folly to reality!  Just like Christmas!  Would you really believe that Christmas is just a trifle?  Why?  Because the Bible didn’t post any account to that effect.  And there’s no way in the Bible urging us that we should celebrate a thing like Christmas the way we are doing now!  So if I may just ask, where have we gotten this custom or tradition?  In fact it was said that Christmas was being celebrated in the Philippines 200 years ago long before Magellan discovered our country. 

Although I still have to research how those early Christmases were celebrated I’m quite sure they’re not as pompous or fuzzy and gullible as now.  Yet I can’t remember a lucid Christmas I spent with my grandpa!  Well, I have so many questions in mind that I would like to ask myself or you, but I’m sure it would only get me or us into some kind of paradox or paradigm no amount of reasoning could satisfy.  Perhaps it would suffice to say that if Jesus Christ could only speak to us, or even email anyone of us, He could have divulge His true birth day and maybe instruct us how to make celebrations with it or maybe EVEN NOT AT ALL!  For the simple reason that HE, being kind, humane, and complacent to all the monstrous inconsistencies and imperfections of humans should opt for just simple words as:  HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESUS!  And likened to most human attitude perhaps it’s enough whether we really mean it or not!  But whichever way, by now, the present time, no one or even I, could not imagine how the world would look without it!  Because no matter how we look at it Christmas, like anyone else’s birthday, happens only once a year, surely a very special day!  And for a simpleton like me when the month of December gets going I know its Christmastime whether it’s 1 or 31. And I wouldn’t surely want to miss the Christmas hand-outs, dole-outs, give-a-ways, and gifts or presents we’ve been so used to overflowing sometimes to the brim no room could accommodate them.  In fact this is the very times of the year when everyone is prone to getting on their best attitudes whether they really mean it or not.  Why?  It’s simply because we’ve been used to it!  And it goes to almost all kinds of people adhering and still clinging to this very old tradition or custom.  So who would ever say CHRISTMAS IS NOT GOOD?  It’s more of a way of life much, much very good, indeed, and no more need for contradiction or approval of anyone, not even JESUS or HIS FATHER to keep it GOING!!!

OKAY LET’S GO!!! JUST WATCH OUT AND BE CAREFUL WITH THOSE FIRECRACKERS AND OTHER EXPLOSIVES, TOO!  Needless to say, like cigarettes, it causes death too, a sullen, forsaken thing to happen on CHRISTMAS.

goodwater724

10-12-11  

Here I Go Again!

Although by now I can feel so awfully alone by myself because practically of no sign or any tell-tale hint or scent of someone reading my blog, I ought to make some explanation intended to the only one reader I now possibly have, that without my absolute knowledge, I can feel or sense she’s still reading my blog despite its crappiness.  This is my BFFE-B!  Don’t wonder what that means!  It’s BEST FRIEND FOREVER & EVER - B, and the second B stands for her nickname’s initial, which for purposes of propriety and decorum I must rather not divulge entirely.  Yes!  I’m now turning a bit secretive but that’s how life’s going to be for me now.  But our being BFFE is a pledge we both made to ourselves quite radically when we’re still young and not a tint of doubt would ever undo it, not even death, I supposed!  Yes, I’m writing this particular blog just for her to explain that after all were said and done, there’s no one reacted or kind enough to interact about our scheduled MLQUHS CLASS 66 GRAND REUNION set to happen this day, December 3, 2011.  I was forewarned about its consequence being a useless attempt, but I relied much on the will power of the mind over matter.  What you contrived and conceived to do can be done if there’s enough will and power to do it.  Now, very clearly we have both will and power, only it didn’t jive quite fittingly to support one another.  Some may have the will but lacked the power, and some more may have the power to do, but lacked the will to do it!  That must have been the appropriate reason especially for oldsters, (imagine all over 60s), gradually by now are/were turning passively inactive due to the down hearting if not deplorable situations and consequences affecting people undergoing  the growing old process.  Or maybe a majority of our batch had just gone places, some very far abroad and lived there permanently; and admittedly some more maybe had gone finally to reunite with the Lord.  If I had a chance I will check on some obituary scripts to finally earmark or cross-out the names on the batch’s checklist.  At this juncture, maybe it’s proper to reset our GRAND REUNION IN HEAVEN, with no definite date set to happen only on a FIRST COME, FIRST SERVE BASIS!  NOW A VERY PRACTICAL WAY OR MODE TO DO IT!   (LOL)

What a very sullen subject to discuss now when almost everyone is up and fuzzy about the yuletides!  Anyway just to ease up your mind I will now relate some little events that took place in my lousy, cheesy life. After some lucid 69 Christmases in my life I find it hard to configure another one that would seem entirely different from the last or the last before the last and so on down back the line.  No matter what you do they all looked the same.  The initial preparations: the Christmas lights, the Christmas trees, the lanterns, the ever-changing scripts on how to say MERRY CHRISTMAS in words or in conglomeration of lights and the many other yuletide decorations so adeptly if not frustratingly tiring anyone who engages doing it.  So, literally I was bound now not to do anything anymore.  Let Christmas passes through as it would, I don’t care!  That was my definite stand I’m determined no one could alter, IF I’VE BEEN TERRIBLY SO ALONE!!!  But literally I WAS NOT!  I still have my grandkids around who quite clearly have barely know what Christmas is all about and they’re the ones that initially pushed me to fix those Christmas lights to surround our porch area, even urging me to design it in scallops as if a curtain hanging briskly over the roof ceiling swaying gently with the air, and yes it looked good!  But after fixing it I asked them, “Now what’s next?”  They all looked surprised by what I meant!  So, I continued, “With those Christmas lights, we are now inviting carolers, Christmas mendicants, Christmas opportunists and many other Christmas racketeers to frequently visit us because with those Christmas lights decoration purportedly we’re all set and ready for the yuletide season that we have full ability and capacity to give! Now, what would we give?”  Insinuating an honest idea that we are financially incapable, which I’m sure they’re aware too.  Surprisingly, my youngest grandkid, Kobe, almost to a whisper, answered:  “Love.”  So, curiously I replied, “I heard you Kobe, what do you mean by that, and how can we give love?”  Rather shy and meekly he said, “You always have moneys, give them a little bit, and give them canned goods, too.”  Now I know what he meant when he said I always have moneys because he always sees me receiving some from my customers, when there is one and the job is done.  But for the canned goods, maybe he seen my stock of the cheapest sardines I kept at the cupboard which I purposely purchased to feed my cats and dog to replace the favorite meal I used to feed them, chicken liver and gizzard which now jacked up in price as well as the sardines, though still reasonable and much easier to serve and the animals love it as well, too.

So again just to test the natural aptitude of this kid, I said: “What if I don’t have money and I don’t have canned goods?”  Quite happily this time but maybe jokingly he said:  “KISS THEM!”  And off he goes to his playmates.

But suddenly I recalled someone saying that and a good spectrum of thoughts come to mind.  Sure it’s a sign undoubtedly showing love, affection, concerned, trust and in some cases, betrayal, but surely and though its sound is much softer than cannon, its echo lasts a great deal longer….. A MERRY CHRISTMAS KISS TO EVERYONE!  (Let me be the first to greet you with this even just in spirit!)

goodwater724

03-12-11     

Complacent Vampire!

I don’t know why I’m still going on and doing this.  Always fuzzy about writing things when I know fully well that I don’t have the slightest bend or make to engage in it!  Okay!  You must be wondering about it too, so I would now tell you the very main reason why.

Oldsters like me, who most of the times is always alone with a dwindling interest about almost anything in life at all except the usual litany of chores one is engaged to do and has no palpable reason to take up another, unless very much needed, like patching up some leaks on the roof, repainting a little portion of the wall where paint got tarnished and parched, trimming the plants and shrubs around, mowing the small lawn with grasses overgrown it looked now like little rain forest, where passers-by so very much love to throw and dump their cigarette butts and others of their unsightly disposables; and so many other itinerants you could think of happening around the house!  You’ll end up a lousy old fool configuring some nasty things if not slack or gory chores you better not be doing!  Like writing!  But just for the sake of diverting the mind on some worthwhile things to do in your sullen desperate attempt to have someone to talk to…. yes, you will not have any second thought or any inhibition for that matter to indulge and delve into it.  Notwithstanding if you just look like a square peg on or over a round hole!  This means I do not fit at all!!  But literally knowing that you don’t fit at all is actually a pre-admonition to yourself that in any case you would try to do all that you could in order to fit and this is it!  It’s like I’m all trying all I could just to fit!

There were times when I was rather thinking of fictionalizing my life!  That’s new, huh!  What I mean is simply like going into some kind of transformation, like for instance turning to a vampire, just to feel and experience a new sensation or effects and side-effects in life.  I have always been fascinated with vampire, werewolf and other supernatural stories as well as films or movies! But I can’t keep my mind off that film, “Interview with the Vampire” or “Vampire Chronicles” written by Anne Rice and starred by Tom Cruise and Brad Pitt, and a hosts of so many talented actors.  And up to this time I’m still waiting hopefully for an ongoing sequel to it by Anne Rice or even any writer who had the ability to configure dramatic and spellbinding immortality of the damned.  I was just attached to it in some ways I’ve likened myself to Louis, (Brad Pitt) so fed up with the common things in life: tired of living, tired of eating, tired almost about anything, even tired of seeing your own face on the mirror again and again!  But of course if I would transform to a vampire I surely would be like him (Louis) who still have some complacency for human and I would not kill just to sip human blood.  What I will do if human blood is really the determining factor to maintain an eternal life as a vampire, I would rather gather a host of my willing victims to just sip a little bit of it every night on their necks and still give them the sensation of just being kissed that wouldn’t kill them literally!  And of course I would research the internet on how to find a closed replacement or substitution to human blood!  Isn’t that possible?  Can we not configure the formulation and composition of a human blood? Maybe there are plants and herbs or shrubs or conglomeration of it that closely resemble the composition of human blood, only they’re not discovered or tapped yet.  Once this thing is discovered or invented then maybe I will be a very willing guinea pig to try and experiment it.  So when that happens you can now call me, Goodwater724 - The Complacent Vampire!!!  (LOL)

But honest I knew how a human blood tasted!  Yes, at least for my own blood because I’ve tried it many times when I was young after some brawl with some nasty kids in the neighborhood bullying me around and I couldn’t help but fight even I was a no match to them. So oftentimes I ended up with bloody lips or gums which in my fear not to be seen by my mother, more so by my hot-tempered father, I intentionally swallowed the oozing blood and prevented any further questions as to its where and what about.  It’s salty actually but there is some weird feeling I do felt every time I did it.  I felt like fighting them back again next time around!  And you bet I got them bloody too; but yes, with an equalizer!  Those were the days when the mind is young and vindictive but as we grow older we find ways to patch up things and avoid or evade situations that will not give favorable circumstances.  But to be a vampire!  That’s something!  Is there anybody around to convert me to a vampire?  C’mon try me!  Don’t refer me to the “Temple of the Vampire”.  It’s kind of interesting, but costly!  I want some freebie like Count Dracula dismounting out of the blue over your window and giving you a kiss on the neck that turns out a “lifetime kiss of fire”!

The foregoing is all a joke, now for some more real joke:

1.                   1.   A nun complaint about the male nudity ongoing in the apartment across her’s.  POLICE: But sister! From your place here   you see only from the waist up!  NUN:   C’mon officer, you stand atop the table!

       2.    A friend asked a divorcee, “When you divorced your ex-husband you had only a child, how come now you have three kids?”  DIVORCEE explains, “Well he comes here occasionally to apologize.”

Okay that’s it!  See you next time!

Goodwater724

30-11-11

Excuse Me!

Sometimes when you acted like a fool over some things that required diligent studies and considerations you ended up like a turtle burying your head so deep in your shell shunning any tiny ray of sunlight that could penetrate in your utter shame and ignominious conditions.  Yes!  That’s what exactly happened to me!  In fact, I almost thought I lost my head in sheer folly of predicting the bout between Pacman and Marquez would not last three-rounds!  But anyway the hype was over and this is just a flashback to at least give a slight justification why I declared it so.  And without any grit of doubt or contempt if I’ve been so imprudent enough not to note the judicious realities that had something to do with the bout as it had been.  Besides I’m not really a soothsayer or foreteller of events that will happen the next day or at any near future.  So if at all my only qualm was my error of declaring it.  And for that being human, I’m prone to commit mistakes like anybody else. 

But nonetheless, our idol still won the bout by majority decision in utter disgust and discontent of a doting Mexican who still again think he won the bout!  Marquez as he has been will always will be as Marquez as he is!  He’s repugnant and maybe even contemptible about the decision of the judges.  But if we are going to give Marquez the benefit of the doubt, maybe in his own ways he won the bout!  He had shown a prominent gestures and actions I didn’t notice in his past fights with Pacman.  He clearly seemed to be much stronger, bigger than Pacman, (Is this the effect of his sipping his own “B-urine-gundy” shots!!!) but as usual he’s still not that fast and effective as he was.  And if he’s not afraid of Pacman, as a challenger as he was, he should have put up good provoking drives or blows to keep Pacman cowering in fear.  But what happened was he just seemed to be a witty counter-puncher, just waiting, waiting and waiting for Pacman to commit errors then he did his counter drives or punches quite skillfully as he used to, but just the same they only looked good punches but not that effective at all.  Possibly if had knocked down Pacman anywhere in the rounds even just for once…. that would perhaps be a convincing factor enough to thwart the decision of the judges.  Of course, he had inflicted some pains to Pacman who quite clearly and literally hasn’t fought like he did Cotto, Hatton, Dela Hoya, and Margarito, let’s forget Mosley, it’s nothing!  But was Marquez bothered or hurt at all by Pacman?  This is probably a multi-million dollar question to be answered when they put up another hype come Series IV of this match.  So again, it’s still a wait and see!  Would Marquez still be sipping his own “B-urine-gundy” shots?  Why not Pacman do the same to keep them on equal footings?  Funny!  But I guess this must be it!  There is little magic in it, don’t you think?

Meanwhile, it’s 35days more to go before Christmas and just like a good old dog wagging his tail to catch some scene, I’m also wagging not my tail, because I don’t have one, but my hands raised high up in the air to let you know that I’m happy to last and experience another Christmas in my lifetime knowing you’re still there anticipating my crappy, cheap blogs that you surely know I wouldn’t dare miss!  Yes!  That’s the awful truth!  It has become a habit with me and I don’t know when I could get over with it.  But honest, if I could only put away my cigarette like anything else, I could also get rid of my blogging and possibly I would revert to my normal self……carefree, careless, and just happy to be always me a simpleton.  Okay!  I know you’re eager to read another funny/green jokes so here goes some more I received recently.

1.        On a flight to Cebu, Juan sat beside a sexy lady reading a book on Sexual Statistics:  JUAN:  That’s an interesting book!      SEXY:  Yes!  It says that among ethnic groups Muslims have the biggest penis size and Batanguenos the longest.  By the way I’m Jill…you?  JUAN:  I’m HADJI AKMAD from BATANGAS!

2.       A robot was invented to catch thieves and robbers.  When tested in America, after 48 hours the robot caught 400 thieves.  When tested in Japan, after 24 hours it caught 100 robbers.  When tested in the Philippines, after 15 minutes. . . . . . . THE ROBOT WAS GONE!!!

Alright!  That’s about all for now.  See you next time!

Goodwater724

20-11-11

The Moment of Truth 3

I’m not really in the mood to blog about anything at all and despite the many timely developments and equally freaky consequences and some gory happenings around I tried to keep my cool and just eyes and ears to them but laid dormant to do anything except of course my electronics.

But you can’t keep your cool and excitement at an event such as this clash, Series 3, between our idols Mr. Cong. Pacman versus (Don) Juan Manuel Marquez!  If you seen the first two series, where the first bout was a draw and the second bout was kind of arbitrary on the side of Marquez who still claimed he won that bout despite his being knock down on the second round and the decision to Pacman.  Yes!  What’s more this time Marquez has come up even to purportedly sipping his own urine to add more stamina and vigor to his own system!  If there’s any truth to this, as I remembered even Bro. Eli Soriano has once advocated in one of his preaching’s, it’s all an event we are all anxious to see and feel!  So it’s like a shot in the arm now giving you the right energy to activate even the dead cells and tissues and all the bodily organs in your system!  Yes!  That’s how extremely influential, contagious and utterly anxious everyone is when it comes to PACMAN’s bountiful, exciting fighting lots!  And just like me I guess everyone is, of course, in all awesomely land sliding favor for the idol, MR. PACMAN, himself!

In fact, save for the monetary consideration that’s surely more than enough purses for either fighter, this is surely a tremendous bout again reuniting the people of the world to stay put where they are unmindful of any other things around except the fight!  And the wait is finally over!  Today, the carnappers, holduppers, snatchers, the vendors, and all other peoples of the world in their varied walks of life will FULLY STOPPED for some, at least, one hour in their lives to watch this fight.  Today is actually the fight night at MGM Grand Garden Arena in Las Vegas.  And for us at the eastern part of the globe, it’s tomorrow, November 13!

Well whatever transpire of this I believe the PACMAN will still come out triumphant, victorious and overly skilled to do all he can do because by now he’s reported, according to Coach Freddie Roach, a two hands, meaning right and left hands awfully strong and hard punchers.  This means his awesomely strong left puncher that knocked Ricky Hatton to dreamland, and now his awesomely quick and deadly right crosser possibly to knock out Juan Manuel Marquez well and good!

If you want my prediction, I am declaring this bout would take no longer than three (3) rounds.  Yes!  And it’s a KNOCK OUT!!!  HAIL!  HAIL!  HAIL! PACMAN!!!  DO IT!!!

goodwater724

12-11-11  

Is Halloween Happy?

At this point and time I think it’s just timely to greet everyone around that ever so popular phrase known probably worldwide except in those hinterlands where not a bottle of Coke or Pepsi has reached yet! 

But really I’ve never heard or come across anyone greeting me HAPPY HALLOWEEN!  I’m really wondering why!!! Is this a TRICK OR TREAT?

In the Philippines, we do not usually greet one another with this phrase at all because in the first place it’s not a common practice to celebrate this event, All Saints/Souls Day, with pompous or fuzzy effects unlike in the western world.  But gradually with all the influencing factors going on we, the Filipinos, were now following suit and in fact even more resourceful and adept at incorporating some of our own invented or developed ways and procedures of observing it.   After of course the usual hubbubs and agonizing episodes in the cemetery, the oldsters together with their tucked in brood, kins and what-nots would spend some time snacking at some fast food chain or at some classic restaurant, as if it’s a treat they so rightfully deserved, then go straight home. But for the younger set full of spasm and active energy that’s the time to regroup and do their thing! Some younger group together with some oldsters with them were putting up Halloween Parties with tickets for sale to join and lots of door prizes in store for those with extremely weird and scary kind of masks or set-ups for the wearer.  But all the same like all parties are there were dancing, eating, drinking, and the funny getting into some kind of thrill like giving all the masked participants (only those who opted to join the game) a number with corresponding numbered chips tucked inside two boxes (shoe boxes actually), for male and female, and eventually at the strike of midnight each participant is required to pick one numbered chip inside the designated boxes and that numbered chip will correspond to the participant holding that number and he/she will become his/her partner through out the duration of the party.  Of course you have the option to dance or get your real partner with you anytime.  It’s a Dance Contest actually, Rock & Roll, Boogie, Cha Cha, Bossanova, etc. etc.  But at every dance WHEN THE GAME BEGUN you’re required and ought to dance with the one you picked from the game to the end of the party.  It’s really fun!   Imagine dancing with someone you do not know at all!  You can ask questions; inquire about almost anything at all with your random partner.  But the thrill is you’re not sure if he/she was telling the truth at all!  And all through out the party you’re not required to put off your mask at any point and time.  Here, sometimes the partner you picked from the game became your real go getter partner who’s willing to go with you even at someplace nice, cozy and quiet!  Only then when they decided to separate away from the crowd that they may take the mask off and divulge themselves. And sometimes eventually they became true partner in life forgetting about their previous partners or whatever.  But sometimes, the random matching doesn’t do any good, when one of the male or female participants is overly jealous and possessive.  Although this kind of event is kind of isolated somehow it finds ways of getting through at extreme cases when both subjects are equally handled or held by overly jealous lovers/partners and eventually resulted into some brawl.  But at occasions like this we have pacifiers or Sergeants- at-Arms well -trained to handle this situations and isolating them or letting them go home just to continue with the party as if nothing has happened at all.

I have attended one party like this when I was on my sophomore held at YMCA.  I picked from the box a chip number 13!  Although I’m superstitious about this number as maybe everyone is, I just let go of it and decided to play and dance with the girl holding this number up to the end of the party. In fact we even won a prize for the most romantic partner for the evening.  She’s a good dancer, graceful and romantic like a true lover!  At that point and time when the masks will be discarded or put away which is the most exciting part of the game… we all waited in suspense waiting for the countdown from 10 to 0.  When at last it zeroed in, I was amazed to see my….. COUSIN.  A sure relative of mine I’ve not seen for ages!  Yeah!  What an evening that had started so well and ended well!

Okay!  I wonder is there any group or club still doing this kind of party?  I haven’t heard of it for a long time!  Not even with my own kids when they’re at their teens. Maybe when some of the enterprising youth could read this, they will again have some drive and enthusiasm to revive and incorporate new set ups and more fun to it.

 Now for a Halloween joke:  Satan was busy entertaining a new arrival to hell.  A real macho man who died from over indulgence on sex.  SATAN:  Okay, you’re now free to choose your own punishment.  I will tour you around the rooms here and just say YES to the one you like best.  1st Room:  A young man is being whipped by a henchman.  MACHO MAN:  NO, I don’t like it here.  2nd Room:  Another young man being castrated by the executioner.  MACHO MAN:  NO!  I don’t like it here either!  3rd Room:  A Grandpa with arms and legs shackled firmly to the wall undergoing a blow job from a very sexy young lady!  MACHO MAN:  YES! YES! YES!  I LIKE IT HERE!!!  SATAN:  Okay! That’s your choice!  HEY WOMAN!  YOUR PUNISHMENT IS OVER, YOU HAVE A REPLACEMENT!!!  BOOOH!!!

goodwater724

2-11-11     

Just Whiling Time Away!

Some are remorseful, repugnant to some extent and declaring my last post as utterly in bad taste and finally asking me to delete it!   But the way I see it there’s not enough reason to be so uptight with it except probably for one particular joke which I eventually deleted and replaced with one milder configuration.  This exactly was about the female teacher thing doing an OBRA MAESTRA.  Yes, this is the only thing that I think is out of place there, and surely this had utterly irked some classic, sensitive people.   But if this has caused some trouble and vexation for some few, well, I’m so sorry.  It’s not intended to slight or even hurt anybody for that matter.  It’s just for fun!  And speaking of FUN, There’s no funnier way than to delve on something human do so indiscreetly true but naturally human and normal!  So I guess we need and open mind here where everyone can use a little bit more understanding.  And surely I do not even think I got neither bad writing it nor you turning bad reading it!  Well, anyway as sure as we cannot please everybody, we or I should be content with some very few who might have enjoyed reading it and in fact even asking me to publish more things like it!  Okay guys!  We’ll do it again but sometime later when we ran out low of any other things to write about.  Meanwhile….. I had thought of inserting every now and then some funny jokes or even green jokes at the end portion of my blog just so to ease up your mind and relax your composure back to your normal self.  So, too, to clear and wipe out from your mind any disgustful or unworthy idea I might have brought out with my blog.

I still don’t have new things in mind to discuss.  So I think I just go on along as lazily as I could monologue to myself just recalling simple impertinent things maybe had transpired in my cheesy life.  Last three days ago I was inside a bus on my way home after buying some parts needed for my job orders.  I was busy reading the funny/green jokes from my cell phone sent by, who else, but Joey, my friend and able supplier of whacky things, when I noticed my bus swerving every now and then.  When I tried to figure out things found out our bus driver was having sort of a race with the other bus running alongside us.  It’s not actually a race for speed, how can they when there are lots of other vehicles plying the street.  This was along Taft Avenue in Manila at the stretch nearing the university belt or where schools are lined up and located.  These two bus drivers are surely racing or trying to get ahead first in their attempt to get riders or passengers to fill their buses’ empty seats.  It’s funny how these bus drivers do this thing; they’re actually trying to block one another.  And the sequence of blocking just shifted every now and then at the traffic signs or lights, when they’re bound to stop when the red light is on.  At every point of traffic lights our bus driver was definitely always ahead when the green light was on.  This probably irked the other driver and at that point nearing La Salle College; his bus had inched a little ahead of our bus and intentionally swerved to the right totally blocking our bus.  The flow of traffic was normal although not in full swing as the two buses laid there motionless, in full stop.  After some two minutes in that predicament, our bus driver stood from his seat and got down the bus and confronted the other bus driver.  I readied my camera apprehensive of some scoop news about some brawl that definitely follows this kind of situation.  There, our bus driver went direct to the door of the other bus and just surely hollering or howling unpleasant things to the other bus driver, as I read his lips, while on my seat.  To my dismay, but luckily though for both of them, the other bus driver did not make any other untoward move but instead realigned his bus along the way and moved ahead.  My bus driver got back to his bus and since I was at his back seat, the place I preferred in riding bus, I coyly poked him still holding my camera, “I thought you’re going to give me scoop news!”  And he said, “If that SOB got out from his bus, he should have got it.”  “Are you a reporter? “ I said, “No, just a crappy blogger.”  “But I think you’re on the right way always, that’s why I was so eager to have a shot of whatever that will come out of this to support you, just in case you need it.”  Then he replied, “Yes, I know I’m right, otherwise I won’t go that far asking him to get down his bus and settle the whole thing manually or squarely.  But thanks, anyway for being here!”  And we finally had a safe way home.

Had this incident pulled through unfavorably I had covered some portion in video where things could rightfully point and seen who’s erratic and who’s not.  Though it’s nothing but foiled scoop news, it’s still something quite an experience this blogger has undergone and probably just worth a bit blogging since there isn’t no other.

Okay like I said I’m going to insert or plug one or two funny/green jokes at the end part of my blog, here goes:

    1.  A Pakistani family in America had their Grandpa in a good nursing home in Ohio.  After sixteen months they visited Grandpa.  “How do you feel here Grandpa?”  Grandpa replied:    “It’s wonderful. Everyone here is so courteous and respectful.   There’s a Musician, 85yo, hasn’t played the violin in 20 years, and everyone still calls him Maestro.  There’s a judge, 95yo, hasn’t been on the bench in 30 years, everyone still calls him Your Honor!  There’s a Dentist, 90yo, hasn’t fixed a tooth for 25 years, and they still call him Doc.  Now there am I.  I haven’t had sex for 35 years and still they call me “The Fucking Pakistani!”

2.  It takes 300 little Silkworms to make a girl a Pair of Silk Panties……But it takes only 1 Big Worm to persuade her to…… take it off!!!

Okay that’s it, see you next time.  Thanks a lot!

goodwater724

21-10-11

One Whacky October

Almost a week is over since I posted my last blog and seems like nothing new has come up yet to mind or even to things that going on around.  It seems the world for me has suddenly stood still unmoving with no discernible patterns of movement.  Except probably because I’ve been swarmed with back jobs from my customers pinning my precious time back to what had been done already turning me disgustful and unmindful of things around.  But things like these happen and you just can’t do anything about it but do the necessary repair or corrective jobs to be done.  Luckily though I was a bit relieved now because I barely have three more back job units, washing machines, to work on and it’s just a matter of some three hours and all will be perfect again.  The current job orders are not pulling through right now, too, except for some two or three television sets, the cathode ray tube types, which fortunately are not requiring rush repair service.  So I had this little time again to do some little updating on my blog site.

But this time because of lack of pertinent subjects or ideas to blog about, I’ve decided to come up with some impertinent things and ideas that would surely make, if not ruin your day.  I have compiled my collections of jokes sent to me via text or SMS over the cell phones and I hope you will at least have some laughing time when you’re through with it, at least again, if you have not come across them yet.  These are old jokes I think long laid and kept in my cell archives.  But some of them are new ones, too, which were forwarded to me just so recently.  I had thought we just need this kind of things once in a while to lighten up things and just forget the serious aspects of life itself.

So here goes:

1.  A Chinese and Steven Spielberg were drunk in a bar.  All of a sudden Spielberg slapped the Chinese!

Chinese:  Why?

Spielberg:  That’s for bombing Pearl Harbor!  My father died there!

Chinese:  You fool!  But I’m not Japanese!!!

Spielberg:  Shut up!  Japanese, Vietnamese, Chinese!  You’re all the same!!!

The Chinese annoyed punched Spielberg back!

Spielberg:  Why?

Chinese:  That’s for sinking the Titanic!

Spielberg:  But the Titanic was sunk by an iceberg, stupid!!!

Chinese: You shut up!  Iceberg, Carlsberg, Spielberg!!!  You’re all the same, stupid!!!

2.  This one’s about some three black women flying for the first time.

First woman:  I’m going to wear hot pink panties because if we crash in a cornfield, they’ll see me first!

Second woman:  I’m going to wear fluorescent orange ones because if we fall in the ocean, they’ll see me first!

Third woman:  I am not wearing any panties because they always look for the Black Box first!!!

3.  One time Anthropologists overheard the Lord of the Jungle confronting his family!

Tarzan:  I’m going downtown to buy me a brief to make mine thing safe.  You Jane what do you want?

Jane:  Me!  I want some panties to make mine thing safe, too!!!

Tarzan:  You Cheetah!  What do you want?

Cheetah:  Me!  I want CONDOM to make Jane safe, too!!!

4.  This next one’s between a Grandpa and his grandkid having a heart to heart talk!

Grandpa:  BEFORE, with my P20 (Twenty Pesos) going to the grocery to buy… I could bring home with me: rice, sugar, milk, coffee, canned goods, some detergents and shampoos and soap!!!

Grandkid:  What about NOW Grandpa?

Grandpa:  NOW!!!  NO MORE!  They’ve got surveillance camera!!!

5.  This one is a timely reminder to declare that we should not believe that the world will end on 2012.  The evidence is clearly manifested or imprinted in one of our canned sardines whose expiry date is 2013!!!

6.  A man buys a lie detector robot that slaps people who lie.  He decides to test it at dinner.  DAD:  Son, where were you today      during school hours?  SON:  At school, Dad! (Robot slaps son)  Okay, I went to the movies.  DAD:  Which one?  SON:  Toy Story!     (Robot slaps son again) Okay, it was Day with a Porn Star.    DAD:  WHAT?! When I was your age I didn’t even know what porn       was! (Robot slaps Dad)  Mom butted in.  MOM: AH HAH! After all he’s your son. (Robot slaps mom).

7.  TODAY’S SERMON: Faithful husbands will go straight to heaven….unfaithful ones will enjoy HEAVEN on earth.

8.  A Chinese detective was hired by a husband to watch his wife suspected of seeing another man.  A few days later, he sent this report:  Most honorable sir; You leave house.  He comes house.  I watch.  He and she leave house.  I follow.  He and she go in hotel. I climb tree, look in window.  He kisses she.  She kisses he.  He strips she.  She strips he.  He plays with she.  She plays with he.  I play with me.  Fall out of tree, I do not see.  NO FEE YET!

 9.  A father having a casual talk with his son.

Son:  Dad what are Viagra, Cialis, Levitra, Penrex and Happy King?

Father:  Those are things that Daddies take when Mommies grown old!!!

10.  This next one’s a conversation between two oldsters who missed one another for one month.

Oldster 1:  Where you’ve been?

Oldster 2:  I was jailed.

Oldster 1:  Why?  What’s your offense?

Oldster 2:  There’s a sexy waitress at the park who filed rape charges against me.  At 75 I was so proud that I pleaded guilty!  But then the 60yo judge gave me 30 days for perjury.

There still some more but the set up is looking unmanageable!  I might as well end here but of course not forgetting to thank my friend, Joey, he doesn’t want his full name published, and who sent all these whacks old and new alike to me.  Thanks a lot!

goodwater724

13-10-11

First Time Father!

It must be sheer madness if not plain preposterousness to go on discussing the ecstatic or euphoric feelings of a man who is going to be a father for the first time!  This means your wife is about to deliver or give birth to your first child!  I wasn’t actually urged to write about it, only requested, which I had the right to agree or refuse.  Of course just to satisfy the curiosity or request I had to put up things like what I’m about to discuss now.  If the request had been rather to that how ecstatic or euphoric the first time you penetrated the woman who is going to mother your first child, I think I would make a rather better sense of it.  And practically you must be enjoying a no-pin, no-snaps, no-hooks, no-straps, projections or configuration by now.  But sure the request now is about the other way around.  If this is directed to the mother herself who is about to deliver your first child, it must have been altogether a confusion of anxieties, grieves, pains, hardship and even an unprecedented death!  Imagine a woman giving birth to a child the normal natural way; it must have been nothing but pain and hardship.  Just imagine the push, push, push thing required to get that child out of the womb!  What if the child inside the womb decided not to get out!  And instead decided to tarry a bit while because he had developed some extra likings with his current surroundings and have likened so much the floppy things going on around him!  And perhaps even enjoying his own umbilical cords wrapped around him pulsating giving him enough play thing and energy to tarry more!  Well, of course, these are preposterous ideas and don’t make any sense at all.  But the possibility of the child not being able to project himself out of the womb maybe an abnormal sequence in giving normal birth, which eventually resulted in Cesarean Section, but they happened!  And the way I see it there’s no euphoric or ecstatic configuration in there, only anxiety of something worst to happen. 

The father is even more anxious or in a lot of quandary thinking what if the child is black when he is white or white when he is black!  So this idea is even more complicating the situation.  What if he’s sure that this could happen because when he married his wife, she had a black/white boyfriend before and they just jilted when this father had meet this girl who is his wife now!  These are off-beat things and rarely happen but they do sometimes in stories and films.  So in real life they project the same anxiety or even fear it carries along with it.  So far what we could have considered ecstatic and euphoric is when the wife finally undergone the delivery of the child so normally and well without any trouble or problem.  It is there when the husband was suddenly relieved a bit of the trauma and finally equally euphoric and ecstatic if he seen the baby is neither black or white but just plain a normal configuration probably assuming his own person.  But there is still doubt no matter how sincere and faithful your wife has been to you!   So meticulously like a scientist you go over the medical records or minutes of things that transpired even secretly at that or maybe conniving with some of the nurse to hand you bits of that information you’re so eager to find out.  There, sometimes it’s available with just a plain written request or spoken request with some of the nurses, but they don’t give this information normally.   Maybe, some nurses thought you’re not sure of your wife if she’s really your wife, so they will hand you the data sheet containing all those information you need to know, yes!  About the blood type of the baby, there, once you have seen it and it jive with your blood type you will now find some little assurance that maybe, still maybe, the baby is yours!  So actually, if we’re thinking of those sensational things accruing to being a father for the first time, I believe there is no such thing!  Unless finally when the baby grew up to some extent and developed to have some striking resemblance to you and maybe even more euphoric and ecstatic if he’s been a copycat to you!

There, that’s my funny opinion about the whole of it, being a father for the first time!  But the euphoria and ecstasy is the feeling that no matter what happens you’re going to be a father now and it’s your moral obligation to support this child in all ways and manners acceptable to human and God.  And that probably makes all parents ecstatic and euphoric.

Goodwater724

07-10-11

October Moon

This must be crazy!  Have you ever experienced seeing a moon on October?  Of course not! This is just probably true only in the peripheral prefectures I’m basing my blogs, the Philippines.  But in some other places there must have been a regular moon on October.   Let me just explain to you some little, although still not viably proven and effective, yet still it’s capable of drawing some interests or, at least, a bit of it to have some two or three readers reading your blog.  For me that’s good enough!  If only I could get all my legion of readers reading this blog at a time simultaneously, well I’m sure the traffic would get so heavy you’ll find a hard time connecting to my site!  I’m not kidding.  I have a legion of readers practically compose of surprisingly five (5) people!  One in Canada, one in the USA, one in Dubai, one in the Philippines, and just recently I added one in Hamburg, Germany! But this legion is most of the time busy battling and just like me struggling to win a war against life itself! 

So practically most of the time they’re waging an endless war crumpling, knocking, tumbling, crushing every nook and cranny, hills and mountains, walls and structures in their ruthless spasm to earn a living!  What a crazy phrase indeed!  So most of the time too, I’m left alone battling, tweaking, reading my crappy blogs alone!  What really a lonesome life this is!  But despite the loneliness, I’m still happy in my own way.  Because I have come of age to understand that to go on living you just have to take things up good or bad and manage them accordingly to generally accepted standards.  So like one of my secret admirers said, “You’re like a Free Spirit, Ed” I don’t really know what she meant by that but it sounds good to me.  So I’m taking it literally and considering myself now as a Free Spirit!  Probably and more appropriately perhaps free spirit to write anything in this blog whether it be credible or crappy blogs!

I could easily stray from my subject just telling you side details. Like a free spirit so quirky and easily could get anywhere the wind blows.  So just to get you back from where I started, October Moon is a misnomer.  August Moon perhaps is a bit credible because I think I’ve seen this film, (or was this just a song?), sometime so long ago I forgot all about the story or song anymore.  But employing misnomers or things which are incredible and seldom heard is probably one quite effective way to arouse interest among readers.  But of course with the assumption that they have no idea that your blogs are that crappy at all.  Because once the idea of crappiness sipped in on the readers’ mind no amount of effort could ever change that.  If you have x-ray vision like Superman you would probably see them readers spitting at your blog!  This is a sure sign that they really abhorred it.  So purportedly they must be spitting at their screen monitors too!  How insanitary we could get if we are doing it.  Honest, we don’t do those things.  It’s just a whimsy psychology of a desperate old man now gradually losing friends, dying one by one, some turning senile, some just don’t want to move anymore, and some more just plain inactive, no more interest to muddle and bungle with this digital world. 

Because if you’re over 60, sure almost all kinds of pain and discomfort brought about by the aging process is manifested there; you’re not even capable of punching the keyboards accurately anymore unless you had some experience with typing jobs and your fingers are still agile and flexible.  But so far and again pre-computer oldsters only used to reading newspapers and not used to reading blogs in the computer are common facts and realities probably now existing around the world.  And quite despairingly these oldsters qualified the batch I rightfully belonged.  Good for me because I still could type and write crappy blogs and if you’re like me with nothing much to boost or brag about, simple things like this is just about good enough.  Some few good oldsters maybe demanding and could ask for more but a greater few probably are just like me so contented and fully satisfied with just a little bit of anything. 

So the point now is how to get these lonely people interested in reading blogs or at least having and knowing some orientations in the computer.  For some it’s probably too late.  But too late is better than never.  We could not surely urge everyone to go on blogging much less composing and writing their own blogs, but at least if we could teach them how to use the search engines, like Google and logging to goodwater724 that would be a nice idea!  At least these people would probably have now some little time to laugh their asses out!    And I guess that October Moon is just this all about.  See you next time!

Goodwater724

01-10-11 

The Last Encounter

What good in growing old is things seem to get clearer even the slightest details somehow find its way to be given significant impact especially in telling stories, and as personally close as I’m now getting to you?  Practically I’ve told most of my secret facts I don’t used to divulge while I’m still young.  But anyway having a blog like this is tantamount to going personally public, so my life now is like a book wide opened for anybody to read, although I still have that option to remain as private as I could, somehow there is no use doing it because you’ll only turn up a loner or someone who is so deep rooted into believing on yourself that you are someone soooo goood, which practically you are not!  I know I’m not really good, but I just thought I could get things done if I want to. 

So it’s just a matter of handling it as carefully or even as cornily or crappily as you could get like what I’m doing now.  But sometimes I was also thinking about some standard or perhaps a contest (like the most crappy blog in town or in the net) being put up by the internet or the web itself to qualify bloggers like me.  And perhaps I would find time, interest or enthusiasm to join because my blogs qualify that category.  But then, I’m not even sure about it.  I don’t really want to exceed my expectations but I’m certainly sure as far as crappiness is concerned I aptly qualifies perhaps!  And if that happens, well probably goodwater724 would finally reap some crappy awards.  How’s about that!  But of course, if I don’t qualify that category who else would?  Then probably they will try to look around and ultimately found out that there’s no one other than me!  The No. 1 Crappy Blogs in Town!  I’m just trying to be funny!  (LOL) 

But honest let’s take a deeper thought on this and you would find some little sense in it!  Yes, for instance, in my case, I’m sure I could not make it on the top list of bloggers, and I have no slightest intention to be one,  but I’m sure too that I’m exerting all my efforts to achieve something no matter how minimal or meaningless it seems to be.  So no doubt, I would be satisfied even it’s just the ultimate worst title I could get and would just consider it deserving for failures and forsaken writers like me!  But at least you have a prize for all your efforts!  And for someone aimless with no big deal dreams and goals in life I think that would be good enough.  What do you think?

And the criteria for crappiness of course can be clearly seen in itself or by the blog itself.  There is almost always constant updates or posting as even regular as weekly, or monthly, or whatever, and subjects or topics are varied and indefinite, and most importantly, no readers, no comments, no nothing!  Surely this blog has all of those things!  Huh!  So, okay!  Let’s vote for me!  The No. 1 Crappy Blogs in Town!  (LOL again!)

If you think I’m joking, I’m not really!  Anyway I’m just thinking out loud so you know what’s on my mind, and I mean it.  If things like this would push thru, where in fact in the deep recesses of my mind, as well as yours maybe,  is active and ongoing, well, all we need is the sensible moves for sensible people concerned with this to go with the forward step, and we’ll happily await for it.

What a lousy, incredible intro!  But this could happen!  Couldn’t it?             

Anyway I’m about to relate to you one more episode in my life which has given me enough zeal and vigor to go on bungling this digital world of the computer.  This is my last encounter with a doctor and I hope there would never be another.  Because this time it’s kind of scary and desperate attempt to take the risk.  It’s more of an “it’s-now-or-never thing”!  Like those Kamikaze Boys who bombed Pearl Harbor plunging to their deaths but inflicting injuries and havoc before it.  Only in my case I don’t have to die and plunge to my death directly, unless the objective turned out useless and futile then I should probably wreck havoc not to the world or anybody but myself.

When you’re busy like me almost forgetting to take my daily showers and sometimes  meals on time and calls of nature due to mandatory responsibilities and duties, something’s got to give and for sure you wouldn’t know what it is until you ended up groping in the dark on a broad sunlit daylight!

So that phrase shouldn’t be new to you, should it?  Yes, I’m still referring to that magnificent balls of fire, sometimes mirrors of the soul and gateway to paradise, and some really inspired poet calls it Angel eyes!  (But for me, it’s rather Angel Eye! singular for a fact and reason.)

As functionally incapacitated as I am due to my sole vision, the right eye only, I’ve been very careful, cautious, and very sensitive about overdoing it or stressing it into any kind of exertion of effort.  So almost always I see to it that it is properly protected and taken cared of by having a nap every now and then just to relax it, wearing goggles when working and glasses when outdoors.    But despite all these efforts, somehow the growing old thing has ways of taking its toll.  I started feeling unusual manifestation of my vision when I aged 40.  And it continues in gradual stages growing worst as I go further aging more.  When I reached 50, yes some rather uncomfortable condition took place despite corrective ocular lenses were applied.

So here, whether I like it or don’t I was forced to see an eye specialist.  Not that one who fixed my false left eye.  He’s a new one, young and upcoming and with some gorgeous records of credibility.  Again I don’t need to mention the name, his clinic, or hospital he works, to prevent any commercial leanings.  But he’s really good and yes, his fee is goddamn astounding!   Now you know I’m merely referring to the common illness or irritant irritating elderly people, yes!  It’s cataract!

But before going to the highlight or climax of this narrative, let me just confirm to you some of the common symptoms often misunderstood by people experiencing this ailment.  I hate numbering things even details, so I just continue with it as regular as I’m telling stories to you.  First, you will feel or notice slight blurring of vision, but a slight rubbing with the back of the palms would cure it!  Then, again for an hour the blurring would take place again, and so on and on.  Until all of a sudden it’s gone, meaning all clear again.  But the next day, you’ll find the sun covered with some kind of curtain so heavy and probably thick you will barely see white but entirely no practical visibility of sight!  That’s the first and the worst that could happen to your eyes.  You will even attempt to see yourself in the mirror and no matter what you do you could not find your image, but plain white thing without anything to it, not even the mirror!  That’s actually the end of the cataract process!  You’ll end up now groping for your wife to bring you to the doctor!

When this happened to me, I was broke no money, no nothing except my balls!  But my wife loves me and she did all that she could to get me well.  Like I told you she brought me to that doctor, the best in town probably.  But the fee is best too!  But deep within me I was planning to commit suicide!  I know it’s my end.  Imagine not seeing things anymore!  Secretly my wife called on her relatives and siblings and without my knowing it until finally she was able to procure the money for the operation.  We finally found our way to the doctor.  And the applications of anesthesia took hours longer than the actual operation which is just a matter of 5 or 10 minutes.  I got the best lens so far as per choice of my wife, so that’s what made the fee so astounding,  but  I’m seeing things now back again as normal as it could!

So I’m like a bionic man now!  Left eye false, right eye superhuman because now it’s cataract proof, with new first class lens, that’s why I’m now having fun blogging!  In line with this, I would surely want to go public in announcing to the world that I owe this sight I’m having now to these few wonderful people in my life:  Miss Lilibeth Achacoso of Canada, a generous beauteous niece; Mrs. Isabelita M. Santos and Mrs. Myrna Andres, my ably kindly spirited sisters in law, and to the many other people who had been concerned and supportive having my vision restored again.

The moral here, no matter how deep is the trouble and how desperate things are, don’t lose hope!  God help those who do not help themselves, through other people!  And as long as there are good and nice people we’ll always see things turning good.  Thanks a lot!

Goodwater724

25-09-11

Twist of Fate!

I still have one or two more personal experiences with doctors.  Since we or I actually is quite out of any other interesting topics to discuss, I might as well dwell on these two more episodes in my life that had something to do with my being a normal person now as seen by a third party not related to me or even a total stranger at all, for that matter.  Otherwise without these two more experiences in my life I would look so terribly forsaken, downhearted and probably better dead than alive.

The first one is my experience when I was about to have my left eye fixed with an artificial eye.  I’ve discussed very briefly about all this in my previous blog, and this is just an addendum to explain some rather funny if not strange actuations that transpired during those times. I was about to enter my first year of college then and I’m quite uneasy or fuzzy every time I see myself in the mirror I hated the face I see, my left eye closed as if the eyeball was pierced by some bird of prey.  So I agreed with my parents to have that false eye fixed to it before enrolling to college.  My mother as usual brought me to a doctor, the father is always not available to this kind of chore or duty; his main concern is to work and provide the family means to keep body and soul intact.  Ergo, we’re now at the doctor’s office or clinic. I won’t mention the doctor’s name and clinic or hospital anymore, he must have been dead by now too, but suffice it to say that he’s an eye specialist and very prominent during those times.  In fact he’s been awarded some merit and recognition for his service to humanity and constantly has write-ups on magazines and journals.  My first encounter with him was just about hopeless.  Just at his first look at my eye without even using any gadget to examine it, he’s sure it’s useless, meaning no amount of effort could possibly fixed it anymore except the application of a false eye just to look normal and good.  So, he didn’t attempt to further the examination, instead he summoned us, my mother and me, to see his assistant or possibly technician, a male; to do the necessary measurement or gauges about the false eye to be fixed.

The technician was through with the detail like color and size and submitted it to the doctor after fixing some pro-forma eye in my left eye and the doctor in turn motioned us to sit and wait for the bill.  My mother almost collapsed when the bill was handed to her.  It’s P30, 000!  For a measly false one eye would cost so much it’s probably too much unless it has some diamond sparkle right in the iris of it.  But it’s just a plastic eye!  So very much the kind of material like those false teeth are made of!  Anyway the false eye is to be made within three days to one week, and would surely look like my real no defect right eye.  We’re required to be there at his office on that day with the money, of course, and he’ll be the one to fix it.  We don’t have a phone then, but we have filled up some clinic or hospital form there where our whereabouts and whatabouts were indicated.

My mother was worrying where to get the additional money.  She barely had P10, 000.  So she’s sure we’re not going to see the doctor in one week or even a month or even worst, a year!  We’re practically hopeless and had given up the idea, until maybe when my father who was a mere electrical lineman could come up with his appointment to work abroad particularly in Guam.  We’re at this deplorable situation when after three days, we heard someone knocking at the door.  My mother opened it and saw the doctor’s technician.  So meeked but happy to find our place he entered and sat right at the sofa and called me; showed me the artificial eye already done.  My mother butted in adamantly refusing to accept it because we don’t have the money.  But in miraculous twist of fate, the technician said, “That’s why I’m here to fix this to Ed; with practically any amount you could afford to give.  You don’t have to go to the clinic anymore and don’t mention this to the doctor!”  And right there and then he confronted me and fixed the false eye to my left eyeball.  It fits well and looks like the same as my right eye and simultaneously moving at will where my right eye goes!  So it looks real!  My mother was happy and given the technician that P10, 000 she’s been keeping.  Yes!  And to a much more surprising thing the technician returned to my mother P9, 500!  And he said, “For Ed’s enrollment in college.”  My mother almost cried I saw tears glistening from her eyes as she embraced the technician so hard, if my father was there, the technician would have rather got a good sucking!  And before saying goodbye he approached me and had a good jumbling of my head and said, “Study hard Ed, good luck to you.”   

I don’t even know the name of that technician!  I just called him “Kuya”, Filipino term for elderly brother.  But up to now he’s constantly in my mind and where ever he is right now I always wishes him and his family well and good.

I’ll close for now.  There is one more coming up next time, if you’re still interested on this kind of tales.

Goodwater724

22-09-11        

Still on Lies!

This is just about what is very common negligence, or you might even call it error or short or narrow-mindedness, to or of me.  Every time I go on a new subject like that blog last time, you bet there is lot of things I seemed to forget to touch about and mentioned in, at least, brief details.  Like the simple matter about that balot thing, yes! It’s because I thought I had already explained it.  But you’re right!  It’s still on my mind, intact!  But I’m sure you knew it too!  So I didn’t bother telling it to you last time.  Now because I got messages from my cell phone as if correcting me of the nature of balot & penoy so I had to tell you that the real balot & penoy in its strict sense of the word and the hard fact to it is: Yes, the egg that is made to a balot or penoy originally came from a mother duck’s egg!  So that’s why the delicacy is really something out of this world because a duck’s egg is surely more nutritious and good than a hen’s egg, and quite bigger in size!  But because I’ve been used to eating balot made from hen’s egg due to my uncle who had little poultry raising chickens and eggs for business then and very often he encountered the problem of the eggs not being hatched maybe because of his faulty incubators old and outmoded using only kerosene gas to heat up the gadget, unlike now where incubators are electronically or digitally operated; so almost frequently we were fed of balot made from chicken eggs.  So that moment when I discussed that last blog before this, the duck egg thing, yes, totally slipped my mind but honest it’s in my head only lying there at the back of my cerebellum!  Well, no problem I stand corrected but of course, a chicken or hen balot or penoy is also good and just as exotic as a duck’s, only the balot or penoy made from it doesn’t “quack”!  And surely that’s a fact!

Meanwhile let’s leave the above subject for a much interesting, if not more of a crappy configuration and revelation.  Our topic here is still on lies!

We sure must have some valid reasons each for hating, or that must be a harsh or hard word for it, maybe avoiding is better, a doctor! Yes, I won’t tell you about yours but my own reasons only.  Mine started when I was on my freshmen year of existence.  I was very young then, maybe 13 to 14yo.  I’m so fond of doing strenuous exercises like chinning bars, weight lifting, etc, to prop up my not really skinny body but just too robust it up, not in my home but with my well-to-do friends who seemed to have a complete line-up of sport gadgets including dumb and barbells.  Every time I’m through exercising, it’s always a tendency for me to have runny nose, I kept sneezing and my nose just felt so itchy and the liquid stuff kept flowing for one to two hours continuously.  It’s terribly irritating sometime making my nose so fluffy out of constant wiping of my hankies I always had two to three pieces in my pocket just ready for this kind of mess.  In short my mother noticed this unlikely situation and decided to bring me to a doctor within our neighborhood who had a small receiving office at one of the stalls along the street there.  I was checked, examined and everything needed to do about.  And the verdict of the doctor, a general practitioner, I guess, and not a specialist on nose defects, was I had a sinusitis needing an outright operation to prevent blooming to a more serious matter like cancer!  My mother agreed to have me an operation and just about asked for some period of two months to put up the money needed for the fee.  Within that period I stopped exercising and the runny nose stopped in itself without practically any medication!  But still my mother was insistent as she had now the money for the operation.  So I said, no I don’t need that operation anymore, I’m good!  You might as well buy that money a television set, black and white TV set by then, no color yet!  So that’s how we’re able to have a TV set and again prevented me from hanging all the wee hours of nights to my friends.  And that doctor later turned out to be really a quack one faking his credentials and was uprooted from his stall and I wonder he must be still in jail or probably dead by now.

 This next one is still about a doctor but this one happened just so recently in my now autumn or twilight zones of my life.  By nature I know I’m sturdy, quite tough, not that kind who’s bullying who, but hard and tough on my physical stature.  Perhaps my innate love of exercise and adventurous flairs had given me this kind of robust and almost always fit and perfect condition all the time to do or undo anything!  But what I failed to make and do is the necessary precautions and protection of my teeth!  Although I’m constantly brushing them twice or even as many as required especially when you’re about to engage in some kissing ventures with some girlfriends, of course, they always look good and taste and smell good probably!  Otherwise, if not, the girls will shy out or even evade you for an encore!  This condition is only good and last while we’re all still young.  Eventually as we all matured, and no one’s surely exempted to it, even elephants as they matured, they too, experienced this deplorable situation of dwindling capability of our dentures to maintain its youthful attributes.  So decay and ordinary wear and tear due to constant use started sipping in.  Poor thing for elephants because when they started breaking tooth or teeth, especially the molars, that’s their end.   Surely they cannot grind grasses, plants, and trees anymore.  And they go somewhere else and wait for their moment to die.              

 We’re still lucky humans because the false denture was invented.  I still have some good original dentures in me save for three molars which had been uprooted already.  But I could still grind my food intakes well and doesn’t give me any trouble about constipation due to non digestion of foods.  But still I sort of envied my wife who now could talk; even sing while she’s brushing her teeth, yes, she has a full artificial denture!  So I decided to have myself fixed a false denture too to patch up those teeth I lacked myself.  And the sad thing is, and I surely don’t know why, the dentist had to pull out some more teeth just to give way for an easy and perfect fit of that false denture.  Oh my God!  For me she had to uproot the remaining molars in my mouth and some three minor teeth I don’t know what they’re called.  I don’t know if she’s only trying to increase her service fee because practically every tooth pulled out is worth some additional hundred of pesos aside from the fixed fee for fabricating a false denture.  Consequently, despite my utter discontent, I agreed and have all those teeth she chose to uproot been uprooted.  And that was where I noted the lie because she’s having a hard time pulling out the teeth which for sure are still good!  Now the sad thing is I can’t get myself used to that goddamn false teeth fixed up and down my mouth.    So practically I still don’t have much use for it.  So now who’s using it is my belt bag where I used to keep it.  And I was merely putting it when I was to meet some lovely ladies among my customers in electronics.   Of course, don’t get me wrong, I just want to appear presentable as I could!

So the lie here I guess is about that pulling another teeth just to make way for a new false teeth!  There are surely doctors now who abhorred pulling teeth and would even remedy your defective teeth thru transplanting or embedding false but almost as real teeth on your gums.  Better when you’re about to have yours replaced see them first before anything else like going to those quack dentists who’re only good at pulling teeth off!

Will see some more coming up!  Thanks a lot!

Goodwater724

17-09-11           

Why Do People Lie?

 My last post should have been very timely when done right during the Lenten season when minds and interest and reflections seem directed to the inner sanctum of human beings.  But again for lack of nothing ready on hand to post except the usual wittering on my personal peripheral prefectures, I just rather got done with it. Anyway it has nothing much to do with the Lenten season, I’m sure.  In fact I should have captioned it “The Agony of Goodwater724″, because  I’d just been through my tactical and technical ranting when I posted my “So What”.  But of course it would be out of place because I don’t have anything to do about all the episodes that were involved in that Judas’s post and plot.   And surely Goodwater724 hasn’t that much agony like Judas had.  Except perhaps my seemingly innate and unavoidable, uncontrollable desire to lie!  But in all intent and purpose it’s not an agony at all but maybe a minor sin or misdemeanor.  Or is it?

But why really do people lie is something not so very extraordinary anymore, I think.  In fact for some people like me for instance, it’s very common for me to lie.  Because for the simple reason that it’s easier to lie than tell the truth!  I overheard a couple maybe in their new or recent flairs with each other and the girl said, “Why are you so fond of suffixing or ending “luv u” in all your texts to me?  The boy answered, “Because it’s easier said than done.”  Yeah, maybe the boy is having a hard time placing his preparations to hit a spot as in billiard so he’s just trying to batter the girl with “luv u” things to finally open up and welcome him with wide opened you know what I mean, no not arms!  And consequently if he continues on doing that “luv u” thing you can be goddamn sure he’s only lying.

For some lying is surely a business.  And when we speak of business it will surely turned out to be everybody else’s business.  It could be a simple lie about the potable water we drink, purified as it is with all the state of the art purifying mechanisms carried by their ads and flyers; sold by those mushrooming water stations in the country; but take a closer look on their peripheral novelty and in 10 out of clandestine examination or scrutiny you will do, you’re lucky if you find any one of the ten running their purifying equipment.  So things are really getting to be bogus nowadays, especially so because power and energy rates are rising faster than the rates of increase on income, so surely these water stations, I think, are having all their gambits sprouting in so many places because it’s a lucrative business, or is it?  So what we could aptly do is re-filter or re-purify those purportedly purified waters we’re buying from those bogus small suppliers; but a much better option is to buy only at those well certified and registered dealers.  We all know these dealers.  Of course, they come a bit costly but it’s all worth it.

Now on foods:  The very common and still very much ongoing practice, or in fact I want to call it expertise!, is about the spoiled eggs that weren’t incubated properly by the mother hens or human made incubators and didn’t hatched at all and subsequently cooked, boiled to some extent by some enterprising people who discovered it’s nutrients and food values and now being sold to the general public as a delicacy or even a food supplement in itself.  I’m sure Philippine Google has a more appropriate and maybe detailed meaning for “Balot” & “Penoy”.  So just to be sure if you don’t quite get my own description, better log on that words for a minute then get back here.  Now, actually these balot and penoy are not accidently procured or availed of anymore, but intentionally are done in perfect timing processes where the desired end for the eggs is achieved be it balot or penoy.  So no more need for mother hens to incubate them, only and a must, is an incubator to process it. 

Now the lie I’m talking about here lies not on the producers or manufacturers of these items but on the dealers themselves be it mendicants or stalled owners on some malls or side corners along populous side streets of the city, or municipality where ever it is. Of course scrutinizing these two items, balot and penoy they’re entirely different things.  The price of balot is surely a lot higher than penoy, but if you’re just like me unaware of the symbols or tell-tale signs to distinguish one from the other, you will be fooled, because they’re both egg in shape and form.  And usually the lie or, it may even called intentional trickery if not grand slam rackety, is mostly done by the mendicant dealers who are after only for sure easy and quite a bigger amount of money.    These mendicants are those roving around with basketful of those shouting “Balot” in the neighborhood streets on nights wee hours and in most probability than not, they will trick you to buying balot, but actually they will hand you a penoy!  Of course you have no more chance of replacing it because the mendicant dealer was gone and far away.  No problem with those stalled owners or dealers who have fixed stalls anywhere you can readily go back and replace the items.

 Although a penoy is just about equal in nutrients and cholesterol with that a balot, somehow when eaten there is some special thrill missing only found in eating a real balot.  I could eat three pieces of it straight without burping and I love it.  It gives me power pack energy to sustain one blogging night and see myself looking good another day!  Just don’t try eating them in broad daylight it might get you sick instead!  What a balot story this is, but sure to prevent being fooled don’t just buy to any mendicant howler howling balot unless you’re sure he’s the regular junkie frequenting your neighborhood.  And for the fake balot vendors, here’s to them MTFBWY, and the F is not Force.

We’ll have more of these next posting.  Thanks a lot!

goodwater724

12-09-11