THE NEXT ACT

What pays to be a judge of the on-the-spot painting contest? This is my second year judging competitions in Baliwag Associations of Water District. “Suki” was what they call us. The emcee introduced me to be a Senior Engineer now detailed in Congressional Support Staff of Public Affairs Department and a freelance computer graphic designer, flash and 3D modeler and animator and web designer. What’s tiring really is the waiting for we have to just to roam around for two hours until the contestants have finished their pieces. The thrill comes when I got to make a thorough scrutiny of the finished products with matching photo shoots here and there. My excitement is the combination of at-last-they’re-through kinda excitement and the delight that I got to see masterpieces of young artist. Being the chairman of the panel, I got to make a speech before I announced the winners. One of my spiels always includes an encouragement to continue improving theirs craft while they are young, while they

Unguarded moments. The real you. Most likely mornings are the best time to catch unpleasant stuff inside the package. As time ascends to noon and to evening, facades may get in the way. Morning breath, pillow marked cheek, uncombed hair, long face are in the showcase after waking up. Some say that your wife-to-be has to be examined in the morning right after waking up. If you would still stick to her after finding out what’s inside her morning closet, it simply means that she’s the one. Her wholeness was so enticing to you to cover up the morning mess. It is a wrong notion that the morning personality is the real personality. I mean a whole day does not only constitute mornings. A neighbor always witness a fellow neighbor to be have a long face every morning right before going to work. And he judges him to be a snob. How is he in the evening? Maybe he is till recovering from her early rising. A butterfly can not be judged when it is still a worm. The beauty about life is

Traffic was infuriatingly heavy yesterday. Driving along EDSA was so frustrating as I was in the lengthiness of the heavy jam. I finally pass by Santolan and I immediately knew the reason of the dilemma. MMDA was dismantling all the billboards in the universe. I heard on the radio that the dismantling would take weeks. So good luck to all the commuters. Grab a book, I-pod, Gameboy or anything that would distract you from hating MMDA. Can’t you just do it at night when fewer cars are on the road? Make the most of what you have. That must be my line when I tend to be dissatisfied. I don’t have to complain when situations are out of hand. That means I can’t do anything about it. In that case, why waste time crying? Let it be. What’s wrong with complaining with small stuff? Because that is BULLS! That just small stuff, man. Does it deserve to be bull horned at? Gosh. Your attention is divided into complaining and dealing with it. Why don’t you just do away with complainin

Why is it not easy to think of something good to anything? Why do I have to make a big fuss on something that will give me a headache? It’s like I own a crown but I don’t see it on my head. It’s like I am surrounded with beautiful roses and all I can see are thorns. Is the glass for me is half empty? I may be surrounded with fantastic people in their own rights but I don’t see them that way. I may be in the midst of blessings but I won’t notice anything. The world has so many tricks on its sleeves. It makes my happy thought disappear where in fact they are always there. I envy those people who are grateful of meeting fantastic friends (Hi Bernice). Andrew Matthews said in his book that people who think too much of disasters are most likely prone to disasters. I used to think that the book Think Positive was a terrific book. I lost my appreciation to it simply because I am already one of the zombies who are programmed to just see the thorns in roses. People who read my blog would think

I am destined to places where I tend to avoid destruction. It was proven so many times. The divine hand of mercy is upon me. Milenyo stroke after we moved out and transferred to another house which is more convenient than the previous one especially during brownouts. I wonder what happened to the previous one which is an old wooden anay striken house after Milenyo can really wipe it out when it has its way. Sigh. My family was lead away from worst situations. I am thankful. Amen and amen. Light came out after a day. It is a good thing our new house is near Batasan which is within the priority area. I am definitely guided. It is because my baby is a blessing. Amen.