mga signos ng pagtanda (para sa mga anak ng dekada 80s)

This post is lovingly dedicated to Ninong Bryan Bustamante... =)

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KNOW IF YOU'RE A CHILD OF THE 80s!

*kumakain ka ba ng aratilis?

*nagpipitpit ng gumamela para gawing soapy bubbles na hihipan mo sa binilog na tanggkay ng walis tingting?

*pinipilit ka ba matulog ng nanay mo pag hapon at di ka papayagan maglaro pag di ka natulog?

*marunong ka magpatintero, saksak puso, langit-lupa, teleber-teleber, luksong tinik, tatching raner, piko, luksong baka, chinese garter, tinikling, kalog na ang pusta ay kundi tansan ay eh balat ng kendi, pepsi cola 7up, batuhang bata, siyato?

*malupit ka pag meron kang atari, family computer or game n watch?

*alam mo ang silbi ng up, up, down, down, left,
right, left, right, a, b, a, b, start?

*may mga damit ka na U.S.E.D., Boy London, Cross Colors, Esprit, Blowing Bubbles, Pink Soda at pag nakakakita ka ng Bench na damit eh naalala mo si Richard Gomez?

*addict ka sa rainbow brite, carebears, my little pony, thundercats, bioman, voltes v, mazinger z, daimos, he-man, she-ra, tiger sharks, silver hawks, at marami pang cartoons na hindi pa translated sa tagalog?

*nanonood ka ng shaider kasi nabobosohan mo si annie at type na type mo ang puting panty nya?

*marunong ka mag wordstar at nakahawak ka na talaga ng 5.25 na floppy disk?

*inaabangan mo lagi ang batibot at akala mo magkakatuluyan si kuya bodgie at ate sienna...

*nung high school ka inaabangan mo lagi beverly hills 90210?

*gumagamit ka ng AQUANET para pataasin ang bangs mo?

*meron kang blouse na may padding kung babae ka at meron kang sapatos na mighty kid kung lalake ka?

*nangongolekta ka ng paper stationaries at mahilig ka magpapirma sa slumbook mo para lang malaman mo kung sino ang crush ng type mo?

*kilala mo si manang bola at ang sitsiritsit girls?
e si luning-ning at luging-ging?

*alam mo ibig sabihin ng time space warp at di mo makakalimutan ang time space warp chant?

*idol mo si McGyver at nanonood kang perfect strangers at Night Rider?

*eto malupet... six digits lang ba ang phone number nyo dati?

*nakakatawag ka pa sa pay phone ng 3 bentesingko lang ang dala?

*cute pa si aiza seguerra sa eat bulaga at alam mo ang song na "eh kasi bata"?

*inabutan mo ba na ang Magnolia Chocolait eh nasa glass bottle pa na ginagawang lalagyan ng tubig ng nanay mo sa ref?

*palagi ka'ng nag-aabang ng tindero ng taho o kaya nama'y yakult tuwing umaga?

*dumadaan sa lugar nyo ang mga tindero / tindera ng puto/kutchinta, tinapa/daing, ripir sapatus-payung?

*meron kang pencil case na maraming compartments na pinagyayabang mo sa mga kaklase mo?

*noon mo pa hinahanap kung saan ang Goya Fun Factory?

*alam mo lyrics ng "tinapang bangus" at "alagang-alaga namin si puti"?

*alam mo ang kantang "gloria labandera".. lumusong sha sa tubig ang paa ay nabasa at ang "1, 2, 3, asawa ni marie"... hehehehehe?

*sosyal ka pag may play-doh ka at Lego... at nag-iipon ka ng G.I. Joe action figures at iba pa ang mukha ni barbie noon?

*inabutan mo pa yung singkong korteng bulaklak at yung diyes na square?

*lumaki kang bobo dahil ang akala mo nangangagat talaga ang alimango sa kantang tong-tong-tong... diba naninipit yun?

*alam mo yung kwento ng pari na binigyan ng pera yung batang umakyat ng puno para bumili ng panty... and shempre, alam mo rin ba kung ano binigay nya sa nanay nung umakyat ng puno?

*meron kang kabisadong kanta ni andrew e na alam mo hanggang ngayon.. aminin?

*laging lampin ang sinasapin sa likod mo pag pinapawisan ka?

*bumibili ka ng tarzan, texas, karamel, mr. singko, pulburun, chicharong lapad, tira-tira, at bazooka bubble gum, at yung kending bilog na sinawsaw sa asukal?

*kinukupit mo pa at nanonood ka ng mga porno tapes ng tatay mo na nasa BETAMAX format pa... at sanay ka tawagin ang porn as BOLD?

*takot ka dumating ang year 2000 dahil sabi nla magugunaw daw ang mundo?

KUNG ALAM MO ANG ILAN DITO LAGPAS KA NA NG 25 YEARS OLD...

KAPAG HALOS LAHAT ALAM MO, NASA 33-40 KA...

WAG KA NA MAG DENY.. TUMAWA KA NA LANG...

DIBA .75 CENTAVOS PA LANG PAMASAHE SA JEEP NUN AT MAS
MASARAP ANG MELLOW YELLOW KESA MOUNTAIN DEW?

when silence means yes

DISCLAIMER: Just a reflection.

Here's a petit-note from the Venerable Master this morning:

Dear Mother Goose and the rest,

I was just just responding to your predicament on when to meet when I proposed there should be a free morning on the 23 because of the USTFU General Assembly at 8.00 am??? So I proposed 23 July I will be in UST Ars and Ketters Faculty room at 6,20 am. I suggested if you are agreeable, we can have a very early breakfast meeting at UST McDo. One can reserve a place another can come to pick me up at the faculty room.

There was no response, so let us just agree WE MEET that day 23 July Wednesday and proceed as proposed. Someone come for me on his way to McDo.

I do not know what will happen tomorrow but I am counting that the silent group will be there tomorrow in full force.

I cordially replied to Dr. Co's message saying that I will comply (even if it means getting up at 5 in order to be at UST in 6.15). I agreed because I know that opposition must have been done earlier. And as a leader to some other projects, I also sympathize with the terrible feeling when his/her messages are not replied to.

I've had my share of this terrible thing weeks back. And I am oftentimes misconstrued as ust-philo's little miss bibba, am usually given the task of being everybody's official checklist and mother-clucking-hen. With a terrible conscience-bugging (hastened with a little Levinasian brainwashing), I do my job just as how I accepted it -- eager but uncertain, determined yet trembling. While I do not have any problem dealing with my groupmates, I still painfully go through the deliberation of the best approach: if I should do my follow-ups like a nagging mom or a crybaby; with a saintly plea or a throbbing command of a dominatrice. I oftentimes end up making my messages sound like an official and formal announcement (which i find safest) -- composed after 20 minutes of deliberation, with hopes that my message isn't bugging peaceful lives, and a prayer that everybody will cordially reply.

And oftentimes, I get silence.

I could but smile when Dr. Co decided to implement his suggestion. With him dropping the last word, I know that nobody will even dare to complain. Now I wonder how this system proceeds in petit-groups, or in teams that lack a seasoned-authority -- will silence still mean yes? I am trained by the Venerable Master (read back: SPLICE!) where text messages are sent as early as 5am, deadlines are given 3 days away and graceful patience is required for every tedious task because weeks of effort is irrelevant to any better concept. Yes, a accomplished work can be slashed out in the holy name of "excellence".

The Quadricentennial Philosophy Project is an example of a terribly interrupted work -- after a bleeding semester and summer break -- while putting more important and personal tasks aside (dissertation, read: my labor day post), it has been shelved. It must have been a waste of time and effort, save for a thousand and more that I have learned from the Venerable Master, lessons on leadership included.

Going back to non-replies.

I guess there is something that any leader would like to plead. Please dont just open your communication lines, use them. Reply, complain, suggest, react, appreciate, get upset...just speak. God knows how your leaders trying to be "humane" whenever they do follow-ups. I have once boasted to Jonathan how I made "taray" at the y!groups -- kaso hindi pa rin daw eh.

To my teammates, God knows how I so love you.

i like...

a laptop skin and...



a nikon d40!

celebrate!

KRITIKE turns one!

http://www.kritike.org to view the third issue.

Kudos to the team, especially to koya pao whose dreams made it all happen.

Cheers! =)

furthermore...

The title's a redundancy, but I guess it's meant to be like that for emphasis -- since further means to proceed (hence, an action) and more is an issue of quantity.

And so what's the big fuzz? Well, it's the philosopher's disease -- to distinguish.

I'm writing this to express how I've been doing thus far --- after the first quarter of the year and after the summer break. And despite everything that was hurled to me, i could not be but thankful. My gratitude to my every heartbreak, for making me return to where I should be, and for making me realize that I am perhaps really meant for a greater yet humbling task. Thanks for freeing me from my trivial pursuits. Thanks likewise to my superiors who gave me many things to do - it helped me forget. What I've done somehow gave a certain sense of renewal. Thanks for helping me rebuild my dreams. Thanks to those whom I should really think of, thanks for resurfacing and touching my conscience. Thanks for taking me out.

Thanks likewise to good friends who taught me that there's always something to smile about. For the good times and even for the futile attempts to make a sad friend laugh. For the violent threats (tulad ng pagkaladkad sa akin sa patilya at pagbitin sa akin sa puno) just to straigthen me up (as if I've been a blacksheep, hehe). To friends from afar who have been pledging their prayers, to those who check on me from time to time even if schedules and phone signals sometimes do not permit -- i truly appreciate.

As always, life is never easy; but I think this is far better. Perhaps Im really meant to do difficult tasks and to feel its gravity because it deserves my utmost care. I may not be prepared yet to face my ghosts and I can no longer erase bad memories. I'm praying for the grace of forgiveness. I'm praying that things will be fine (even if it might be the same again) by the time I meet all of them once more.

Oh yes, with everything in my hands (and most of which, I actually asked for) -- I think I'm going further and more. I really don't know what's there at the end of the road, but what the heck, it's far better than being stuck and sulking.

And of course, thanks to God - for just being there.