First Things Too Many

I have nothing so much up in my sleeves this time.  Maybe because of the usual automatic configurations I have set upon myself to go and undergo.  Remember I have set upon myself to make or post at least two or a maximum of four postings monthly, so far I have already done it, unless I’m overly inspired and eager to post some more when there are lots of subjects or interesting topics to be discussed.  As of now, there’s not much that caught my interest except the usual red hearty or “hotly” air still prevailing and quite active up to this very times.  As usual, the motels, hotels, and other random cubicle or modular places or spots where a company of two could rightfully and freely but secretly do their thing without anyone telling them what to do and undo—– I’m sure are still fully packed with regular inputs of customers that come and go at a minimum of four hours, the thing they called, SHORT TIME!  Yes, you don’t need to be a Sherlock Holms, or a Father Brown, or an avant garde Agent 007 to figure out these things!  Yes, St Valentine or maybe Cupid has some strange ways of influencing the human heart or human anatomy to rightfully choose these particular days activating the hidden pulses and impulses otherwise lying dormant and inactive to some unconcerned humans, the loveless, clueless ones.

So still very much in line with this hearty affairs or happenings I found it quite fitting to recall the very first things that happened to my life when I first experienced that silly thing called LOVE!  I’m sure you, too, have had some equally long lasting memory about your first kiss, first penetration, and first uncensored exploration of the human body, naked, alive and pumping, pulsating gloriously at every soft or even hard sensible touch you lay on it!  Yes!  No doubt everyone, unless again you’re the kind some poets or singers described as dreamless or plain loveless!  This is probably because your dream boy/girl hasn’t been born yet or simply hasn’t been awarded you by some farthest shining unperturbed Evening Star.  So for those of you who’re still under this predicament, it’s time for you to make the wish right here and now, tonight!

Okay, my first kiss happened without any planning or sensible set ups at all.  It just happened quite abruptly I didn’t know I did it.  I was in college, freshman at that, when it happened.  My girlfriend, a high school chum, and I were both enrolled in the same university but different colleges, I, in commerce, she, in education.  It happened that we both have some one same hour spare time waiting before the next subject.  So at this regular free time we see to it that we had some chat together either in the canteen or at some any vacant room of the schools whenever we can.  Sometimes, we just sat there looking at one another blankly without anything in our mind at all then we would laugh as if we’re like two old freaks or geeks laughing at nothing.  One time, I was busy reviewing upon my next subject we’re about to have some short quiz.  She’s busy brushing up her notes probably about to have some short quiz, too.  When suddenly out of curiosity or maybe plain sexual urge I quickly swung my face in front her face and laid that quick fleeting kiss on her lips without anything or notice at all.  She’s amazed I knew, because she laid there stunned for some longer than brief moments.  But what I didn’t like was she wiped her lips with her hankie she always held in hand.  Then stood up and went her way out of the room.  I was left alone, thinking do I have bad breath? Or I was even thinking maybe the kiss wasn’t enough I should have followed it up with some passionate kiss that would rattle and roll her soul to Kingdom Come.  But I was left alone, thinking she must haven’t like it and was afraid she won’t let me bother her again.   But I was a bit relieved when at the end of the class I saw her as if still waiting for me to fetch her home.  We’ve been like this together with just a kiss, maybe just a lousy kiss that transpired between us, until such time when I had to transfer to some other school because of some personal matter.  And sure I met another woman, the one an evening star has awarded me probably!  But what followed after this, of course, is a great transformation from my physical anatomy and configuration.  I become more confident, knowledgeable now and more sensitive when to lay a kiss or a touch or whatever for that matter, when I need to.

My first penetration as usual on every upcoming and greenhorn youth, happened when I was still very young about my thirteen or fourteen years of age.  I don’t know but I have a knack of befriending older folks instead of my co-level age group.  I’m fond of queue-queuing amidst them trying to listen to their stories and muddling on things they do when they’re around at some corner side street or at their favorite hang-outs or turfs.  So, I learned to drink, smoke, even gamble at that, at a very early age, without my parents knowing it!  One time one of these older folks celebrated his birthday, and off we all went for the good times there at one of the red hot places in Pasay!  We’re one whole bunch about seven of us including me inside a jeep driven by one of them.  Once there at the place, they secured the parking of the jeep and off we went inside the pub or club house.  Each picked his choice among the hospitalities girls lined up in the counter.  When finally the girls they picked joined us on two tables laid for us all for that event, there in the midst of the hubbubs, drowning sounds of the music provided by a juke box; one by one disappeared from the table to play with the girls of their choices.  I was always left alone watching the table and with some more much older folks waiting for their turns.  When suddenly a pay-per-f@#k lady about my age too sat on our table and eyed me so intently as if suggesting, “c’mon let’s do it!”  I was circumcised already so I was not ashamed and we did it. I don’t know how much they paid for me but I’m sure they put out some money out for it.  This is not so much of a hype or swath we could put into a movie or something, but this is a common, ordinary thing that happened to anyone with free spirit and with guts to do things without waiting for anyone to tell them to.

Okay, let’s get back to some previous set up we’ve been doing so far.  Back to joking time to erase whatever unlikely idea/s this blog may bring you up.  Here goes:

1.  Mary saw her sister Petra with her boyfriend hurriedly arrived from nowhere and stealthily sneaked inside Petra’s bedroom.  Just curious, Mary tried eavesdropping a bit, pressed her ear at the room’s wall then hurriedly went to the father:

MARY:  Father, Petra with her boyfriend was inside her bedroom.  They’re doing something!  The boyfriend has a gun!!!

FATHER:  WHAT!  Are you sure!  Have you seen the gun???

MARY:  NO, I haven’t seen the gun!  But I heard Petra earnestly urging her boyfriend to FIRE IT OUT!!!

FATHER:  OMG!!!  They sneaked on me again!!!

1.       2.   Peter a first grader requested permission to leave or miss class for a valid reason.  The teacher suspicious, allowed Peter to leave.  Peter, now hurriedly went home to Grandma, amazed why he’s back!  When suddenly Grandma noticed Peter’s teacher stealthily tailing Peter some distant behind.  As a pampering Grandma as she was:

GRANDMA:  Peter what’s happen?  You’re teacher’s coming!  TELL ME LATER, GO HIDE YOURSELF!!!

PETER:  Grandma, GO HIDE YOUR SELF, TOO!!!

GRANDMA:  WHY???

PETER:  I told her you’re DEAD!!!  I’M ON MY WAY TO YOUR WAKE!!!

Okay that’s it!  Thanks a lot!

Goodwater724

18-02-12

Is Love a Sacrifice

“Absence makes the heart grow fonder”; “Forgetfulness is the death of friendship”; and “Out of sight, but not out of mind”; so and so it was said when we are contemplating of some old memories trying to relive some of our distant past.  But for now I think this wordies don’t very much apply anymore!  In fact, if someone is so closed and that so very dear to you and he/she happened to go to some far and remote places to live, work, and for whatever reasons, we began to think of some ways we could get in touch with this loved one.  And surely by this time, our current times, there are lots of ways we could generate or even keep that loved one constant and always on/in our mind.  Thanks to the computers and the cell phones, the possibly only two monumental gadgets that seemed to nullify those words.  I said “seemed to nullify” not plain “nullify” because if, however, that someone you loved happened to stay in a place virtually not accessible by micro electro waves or cell phone and computer electronic signals, then the literal meaning of those words, (”Absence makes…etc. ,etc.”) become a total reversal declaration of its meaning.  But this rarely happens nowadays!  The internet cafes and shops are virtual realities sprouting from every active and busy city even at some suburban place; unless you’re lazy all you have to do is access them. 

And these gadgets are ever so saturating the markets and commercial areas coming up so very cheap even a pauper could readily afford, noting the cell phones particularly the second hand ones!  It’s even a buy one take one or two sometimes.  In line with this, one time I encountered a mendicant beggar doing his usual rounds begging, laying his hands wide open earnestly asking for alms tapping every vehicle momentarily at times, but sometimes literally stalled for some longer period at some traffic jams.  The traffic took longer than it should I was able to observe this mendicant pauper doing his thing quite briskly.  After tucking some loose changes from some ever generous drivers or passengers, he found ways to exit from the traffic jam and comfortably sat at the side street, did his thing counting the coins, when through counting he tucked the coins back to his side pocket, then he again forked his hand on his other side pocket and appeared what seemed to me a cell phone and even smiling so comfortably phasing his face left and right, as if aware someone is eyeing while punching adeptly the keys.  So that’s the way the going now.  Looks like even the paupers have progressed enough from their trade, too.  For all we know these people might even have second hand desk tops or laptops from their dwelling places too.  Well, that’s life you ought to have a right to the best it can offer you, no matter what! 

In line with the red hearty even “hotty air” prevailing this time I find it quite fitting to engage this requested topic to be discussed by some closed friends.  Though I do not assume in any probability that I’m a literal connoisseur on love but merely a follower, in fact, maybe just a blind follower, my ideas were merely factual or vicarious experiences we heard, seen and sometimes, too, happen in my own real life in real time.

When we speak of love commonly the idea of a couple, man and woman, immediately crops up to mind.  And we see in our mind two lovers deeply and madly, faithfully in love with each other, so the picture here is soothing, smooth and acceptably good.  Unless in some twist of fate, any one of them, or both of them is dishonest, unfaithful, and just plain passing one’s time away, so to speak, with one another.  When this kind of relation gets farther because of the seemingly out-going and almost anything goes eventualities, it becomes a true to life actualities; it’s even hard for both partners to believe it’s unreal.  So eventually they ended up impulsively living in or sometimes getting legally married in a church.  This is now the irony of what they did marrying one another legally.  When you delved into this kind of relation a bit too long, only to realize your both only sensuous intentions,  where at least the outset, too, was just for good times, then this love relationship becomes a sacrifice you cannot undo anymore, unless you go on your individual right to do what is right to do about it. The hard fact to this relationship is that you’re both uptight and unrelenting of the many goods sensual relationship it could give, like sensuous curves, gorgeous bodies, beautiful young angelic faces and many more sexual attractions teeming in one’s young impulsive mind.  But if the desires and sexual drives were saturated and finally over, there, then the song “The Trouble with Hello Is Goodbye” applies.

But love becomes a real true to life sacrifice when out of propriety and decorum you cannot evade or it’s just that too late, very late, indeed, to escape it.  These love relations happen between happily married couples at the outset of the relation.  But eventually as it progressed, because of the many unforeseen and fortuitous natural events and disasters befalling humans causing sometimes undue departure or death of either one of the couple concerned it becomes a stiff reality sometimes so very hard to accept.  Some relations maybe had just plain lost its luster because of the many uncomfortable eventual realities such as bad habits, like drinking, gambling, lousy sexual orgies or positioning, even snoring while sleeping of either wife or husband or just plain disproportionate transformation of the body you so dyingly adored before.  Before the body looks like Venus de Milo, or Apollo, now it’s a literal sacrifice looking to every day of your life like a full pack laundry bag or a punching sandbag of Manny Pacquiao.  Sometimes, the happy married life suddenly gone awry because either of two again developed or has strayed so long enough into some fishy and incriminating love triangles no amount of effort could restore to normal again.   And so many other situations and circumstances which only so much and unworthy to mention here.

For the normal and standard love relations that started and progressed gradually with sincere and honest intentions like even wishing a wife/husband upon a star, well, this is some kind of something I tell you definitely are LASTING!  NO QUESTION ABOUT THAT! It’s just like someone has given you something a bit of your soul you didn’t know missing!  For me that what love really is all about, a tiny bit of something mysterious, but heavenly!   Okay, that’s it

HAPPY VALENTINE’S EVERYONE!

goodwater724

14-02-12

About A Bit Less

This is just about what’s not so very good of me, once I delved into something and still dissatisfied about the resulting facts or realities, I can’t stop myself plunging more into the deep recesses of its inequities, if not complexities, or maybe mysteries!  So after knowing that literally my cell phone is just that Java script incapable, which practically is very much needed when logging to i.ph blogs, particularly I guess my kind of blog ONLY, because when I log on to the other sites like Yeyey.i.ph and Autopilot01 (not i.phers), I could open up and read their blogs!  So I was thinking something must be fishy here somewhere!  So what I did was exhaust all possible avenues or apps and supports needed to activate my java script in my cell phone.  I logged on to the many sites, cell sites, purporting to give information or help for that matter.  And I’m sure you know what I got!  NOTHING, OF COURSE!  Up to this very writing not a single word or lousy updating message to that effect or to any effect that would make me stop once and for all my madness in pursuing my desire to browse my blogs over MY OLD cell phone.  Yes, no nothing about that java script came up!!!

So if you’re in my shoes what would you do?  If only this case is an unusual matter in a regular computer it’s quite easy and workable enough to search for the necessary supports and apps from along the many web sites and entities engaged to it. (Giving supports and Help)  Now, since I’m sure I cannot in any more ways be able to get the help I need, I was now constraint to give it up and perhaps just follow what my friend, Joey, told me.  Yes, forego of my old cell phone and buy a new one.  In fact, he told me Nokia Asia 200 is a lot better and yes, cheaper.  So, I’m sure I would do just about that and hopefully I could eventually read my blogs over the cell phone like anyway and anytime I would.  Okay!  Let’s see!

Meantime, let me add some more worth mentioning facts about the cell phones.  It’s true indeed when your handset is a BlackBerry, any model I think, you’ll turn out a proud and satisfied owner because when you do any kind of uploading or downloading with it in the computer, the web or the net would even make the necessary notice/s or footnote/s on the tag board making clear the posting or whatever was/were done via BlackBerry, Iphone, etc., etc., this is very true in Facebook and at Yahoo Mails, and some other sites maybe.  But if it’s an old cell phone like mine, which literally I could make some postings too particularly at Facebook; no any mention that the posting was made in a cell phone anymore!  Of course, this matter is not so much of a swath or fuzz we ought to bothering into but I’m just wondering why!  There seems to be some kind of mistreatment here if we may call it that!  But be that as it may, I have no qualm or rant whatsoever about it. I’m just kind of bit agitated to open this in public just in case some of you are experiencing the same thing, then you know you’re not alone with it.  Yes, indeed!

 Now what!  If you bet I’m through with my rant to reduce the cell’s web browsing fee?  You lost!  I’m still very much up into it.  You know why?  Because logging on the net thru a cell phone is totally different from the regular browsing or surfing we do at the computer desktops and laptops.  I’m not sure about the highly sophisticated BlackBerrys if they could do the virtual things that we do on regular computer processors like opening several numbers of windows where you could literally view a number of sites you want to make comparison or disparity or whatever.  In older or lesser capabilities cell phones, I’m sure you cannot!  It’s a NO WAY THING!  (Save for those BlackBerry things which I hadn’t actually tried; only seen them in pictures and mags and haven’t read any of its manuals)  So I stand corrected here if my position is wrong!  But literally browsing via cell phone is expensive with the current rate of P10/30mins.  You cannot minimize the current page streaming on your cell phone screen.  So every time you go or open up another site you will be charged another additional P10.  And if you wish to go back to the previous site or web page, you have to log anew again, meaning a new additional fee of P10.  There is no sense actually in trying to browse the net thru a cell phone, unless you’re only up to opening or seeing one particular site and spend the whole 30mins with it.  But never attempt to open or log to another site when you’re not totally thru with the first one you logged on to.  Any fraction of minute is worth the normal charge of P10 when you open a new site to browse about.  So this is why I think the fee is too much!  Good if you’re an executive or a high ranking officer on any establishment which give virtual amenities and privileges like this, but if you’re just like me, I’ve to scratch somebody else’s back to earn the next bread for my stomach! Well, that’s kind of fishy!  Anyways if you’re intention like I said last time is just to show up or brag inside a bus or jeepney, well, no problem, they can even raise it to P20 if they’re happy about it.  But meanwhile, I’m still up with my rant to lower the rate in any amount less than P10.  If they follow this suggestion I’m sure there will be more interested people to log and browse the net thru the cell phone.    And surely there will be more old folks and concerned (poor) people to be happy about it.  That includes me.

Thanks a lot!

goodwater724

10-02-12

If Free Okay If Not No Way

What a caption!  Just by looking at it I’m sure some geeks with ticklish mind couldn’t help stopping for a moment and would surely cast a speedy brushing to recap what it’s all about!  This is my stupid style of writing.  Yes!  I love putting up titles that arouse the funny interest, if not the intellect, just like that!  Although I’m not quite sure what I’m going to discuss here, let’s go on along waywardly and hope to find some worthy things to talk about along the way.  But honest, what idea would immediately crop up to mind when you come across a heading like this?  I’m sure most of you would be thinking it has something to do with some business promotions like those travelling salesmen equipped with heavy load usually on foot scouring in the heat of the sun, or at the rush of a pouring sky on a rainy day, without skip all residential houses that fall within the perimeter/parameter of their designated covered areas.  And at times they’re so goddamn persistent you’ll find it hard sometimes, too, to evade or evict and cast them out!   Yes!  You’re right!  But literally that’s not what in my mind. 

I’m now up into something, probably happening among some of us regularly or even as always, only because of the triviality and the seemingly outright insignificance, if not plain preposterousness or one’s own stupidity, which by far we don’t want reflected on our own dear person, of such a thing, we just shrug our shoulders or even find it easy to just forget all about it!  What is this I’m referring now?  This is about browsing the web or the net NOT on the regularly way we do it thru desktops or laptops configuration, but now, literally and virtually, thru a cell phone!  This is not new anymore, I’m sure!

Let me just give you some accounts why we do sometimes love to browse the net thru a cell phone.  Sitting on your personal computer desktops or laptops, no matter how crooked and unsightly your posture or appearance is, you may even be naked, half naked, or even a stinking son-a-of-gun who haven’t showered for ages, or whatever that suits your likings, and sure it poses no any practical problems.  But the length of time you’re doing it, there, that’s the problem!  When you stayed too long, even if you’re young, surely you will feel some tiredness or fatigue creeping in your soul or system, and now would make you crave for a different posture and setting like lying a bit or maybe even totally plunging yourself on the bed while keeping an eye on the monitor which of course, configuring things by itself anymore than you would want it, unless it’s remote control capable.  For some others, the intent is to show up or literally bragging about especially in a bus or jeepneys where your co-passengers are eyeing so enviously your Black Berry,  if not abhorring your N3315!, the fact that your cell phone is accessing the net so easily, your Facebook, Twitter, Yahoo, your blog site etc., etc., at your beck and call!  You’re even smiling phasing your face left or right making sure you look good while doing it (the browsing), and then literally farting silently releasing the air little by little so as not to be noticed by your co-passengers.  We do this (the browsing) sometimes, don’t we?  I know, because I’m doing it (the farting)!  But not always, mind you! (LOL)

Now what!  I have practically no idea how or why things or data are processed or manipulated there in whichever cell sites, Smart, Globe, Sun, etc., etc.  I could only surmise things as simple as a simpleton as I am.  But I’m sure the browsing done on a cell phone is practically that fast and easy if, in the first place your unit is updated or upgraded to the latest of the latest models, like those Black Berry things, and so many others.  But if your unit is just like mine, even if you leave it purposely inside a bus seat, no one would have an interest to pick it up; well you’re in into some kind of trouble!  This is what I’m going to expound now and hope to vindicate myself of some discrepancy or you may call it plain drudgery!  My cell phone is not practically that old, it’s a N6020, MMS/GPRS/3G capable, I think!  Though I’m not completely knowledgeable about its capabilities, because when I bought it, I didn’t bother to read its specifications and functions because of the seemingly too long and small characters it was printed; and not very much later I misplaced this manual, so practically I’m blank about its valid and important capabilities. 

So just to cut this narrative short, I attempted browsing the net with it.  I set it up first, of course, by sending to 211 the needed info.  So literally activated, my cell now is a mere mouse or browser and my server, Smart, because of my sim card from this server, is now literally my computer processor!  What I don’t understand is I was allowed to log on to the Internet browsers like Google and even to my site, our site, after so many repeated trials that constantly flashing a “NO RESPONSE TRY AGAIN”; “NO CONNECTION AVAILABLE”; “SERVER BUSY TRY AGAIN”; “NETWORK TROUBLE TRY AGAIN”; ETC., ETC, ETC.  Finally, I was able to log on my site, our site.  It’s there right on my little cell phone screen.  I could even scroll up and down to see the different titles of my blogs.  But the drift is when I attempted to mouse one particular blog or even any of the blogs flashed on my cell’s screen, and clicked it to open up, there!  The end of the drag appears:  Instead of the blog flashing, it’s “YOUR  BROWSER, (or maybe my cell phone), IS JAVA SCRIPT DISABLED OR INCAPABLE”  Therefore, I haven’t open up anything of my blogs, which I would just like to read while lying on my bed to tire my eyes and get a good sleep.  And surely also to log on Facebook for some quick and easy reading, but both failed.  And mind you I was finally even charged to my feeling a bit excessive.  Never mind the charges, those are nothing.  We’re even giving out thousands for some lousy, unimportant things.  My rant here is, my server when I log the necessary info to activate my cell phone, they precisely knew the model and capabilities of my cell phone.  Why not give me an updating message to the effect that I can browse the net but can’t open up because it’s JAVA SCRIPT DISABLED OR INCAPABLE!!!  So right there and then, I HAD TO STOP PURSUING!!!  But what has happened I was dragged literally into believing that I could browse the net, when in fact I couldn’t!!!  Okay, next time maybe I’m going to read explicitly those info printed on those manuals.  It’s SURE printed there not for nothing.

But even that next time happens when I would buy a new upgraded cell phone, I find it unacceptable to pay P10/30mins of browsing!  It’s literally FREE ON REGULAR COMPUTERS!!!  Why the exuberant fee?

So now, if they can’t lower it say to P1/30mins browsing or IF NOT FOR FREE, it’s still a flat and blunt, NO WAY no more for me.  I rather stick back to my regular computer desktop and tire my body there to sleep.

Thanks a lot!

Goodwater724

06-02-12

How Great And Worthy A Sacrifice Is

 Humans with frail bodies or flimsy physical attributes literally could not and would not probably attempt to do or even contrive to undergo a sacrifice.   But let us first describe what sacrifice is. How great and worthy is it.  Without browsing the web or any dictionary, it’s literally a constraint or restraint anybody willfully or enforce upon himself with some personal intent or purpose.  It’s even synonymous to perseverance.  And whatever the intent or purpose is, which seriously are the same thing, would only involve and implicate nothing but hardship and probably even excruciating pain!  Sacrifice is no more than a personal or could be a global matter or a situation usually with noble intention to achieve some goals intended to glorify someone or something else, could be an object or another human, apart from oneself, or for a much grander thing directed to the world!  But to put it on a much simpler plane, perhaps sacrifice could be subdivided in just two distinctive levels; these are physical and spiritual.  There must have been some other levels in between, like moral and educational.  But let us limit our blog on the first two categories only.  The latter two requires sensitive configurations this blogger I’m sure is not qualified to discuss.  So let me just direct our mind to the first level, physical. 

The sacrifice done on this level refers to the things the human mind and the physical body can withstand or carry through at some point and time.  And necessarily this involves exertion of effort or force to undergo the time you can carry or withstand such burden or the restraint you imposed upon yourself.  For instance, walking a mile is it uphill or downhill on a rugged road or even a paved one is a literal sacrifice when there are facilities you can ride to access or transport you in the first place.  And what if you’re doing it everyday, and to make it worst, you’re equipped with lots of heavy load, like those mendicant vendors howling whatever they are selling!  It could be that they’re just trying to save some little extra money for the trip, and the money they saved is intended to keep up or even support a family in its dire need of money.  Even though it’s your line of trade, it’s still called sacrificial, but dignified business.  This is one physical sacrifice which is probably noble, great and all worth it because you’re making or trying to sustain a life.  But if you’re just trying to keep yourself fit by walking and releasing some of your bodily fluids, though you can call it sacrifice, but more appropriately it’s just an exercise even if you’re doing it everyday.  For some physical sacrifice is a simple matter of trying to robust their physical stature, like those heavy weight lifters and other athletes in various fields of sports.  The physical exercises they all undergo to tune up and to keep fit is literally a sacrifice, and the purpose is either personal or global.  Personal when they just intend to robust themselves up, and global when they intend to join any world competition with a noble purpose to win and become a pride of anyone’s nation like Manny Pacquiao, the people’s compadre and hero, the Mexicutioner, now a Congressman, of course.  Then those physical sacrifices they accorded themselves are definitely great and all worth it, in million dollars!

Now, the spiritual sacrifice:  To my mind sacrifices like this involve more of one’s ability to bear or withstand some test of time and nature.  For instance, I know a family; the father was a friend to me, gone long ago when the offspring were still very young.  The father died from heart attack leaving a wife and four children all female without any sensible and tangible asset or property where they could start and maneuver all over.  The mother must bear the entire burden laid before her.  Education, upbringing, and sustenance and all other relative aspects of life to uphold the children, it surely is not easy.  But the human mind is a tough gadget designed to withstand all test of time and nature.  That is if you’re tough enough to keep it going when the going like this gets tough and rough.  The mother has this remarkable character.  It had taught her heart to bear with it and no matter how low and desperate her expectations were, she learnt to survive and improvised ways and means to cope up with life.  But not failing to mention of course some little help yet unending support from her trusted friends and some nice and good people around.  So life went on and taken course and finally rewarded her sacrifices accordingly.

If Love so they say conquers all, Time on the other hand heals all. So now the persistence, patience and decisiveness they wielded in time clearly in scripted on the mother’s character she had remarkably coped up with life and attained their goals. This is the very physical and spiritual sacrifices that had led them eventually now to a happy and different light and mode of life.  After two decades I’ve touched on all of them lately at Facebook, of course, (where else!) and just amazed and happy to see the children all grown up and looking well and good.  All daughters finished their schooling and now all gainfully employed.  Two daughters were now happily married with family of their own.    The youngest daughter has a striking resemblance to the mother, a great mother, tough but God fearing, and had learned to trust God in everything she does.  But the father was great too and was more than just a friend to me.  And if you’ll allow me to be poetic, just for this moment, I took it all an exemplary life episode written forever in my memory all worth it extravagantly, in gold, because the father was my biological father, too.

goodwater724

30-01-12

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