"Tweet" ni battik

naakusahan na ako ng kawalan ng oras sa pamilya.

pero matapos ang nangyari kanina, naisip ko na mas OK nang mamatay sa puyat sa pagbabantay ng editing kesa sa pagtakbo at pagbabantay sa ospital ng mahal mo sa buhay.

sana wala na lang nagkakasakit. nakakanginig ng nerves.

picture ng dad ko mga 2 ng madaling araw:

it's 1:30 am and I'm eating ice cream

the problem with sleeping (almost) the whole day on a Sunday is that you find yourself up all night hence you can't get the sleep you'll need to face another action-packed week... a week that promises that killer thing called "sleep-deprivation"...sleep deprivation that runs for days which ultimately makes you WANT to sleep (not to mention "makes you NEED to sleep") on the only day you are free to sleep...the only day when you'd rather be unconscious than be alive...that only day which happens to be a Sunday.

it has become a vicious cycle, you see? makes you want to think, "what the hell am I doing with my life?"

Holy Smokes!

Sa tuwing nakakakita ako ng ganito, naaalala ko si



...ROMANY SEDONA. Yak!

Let's All Be Extra Happy

No more running. And I'm not talking politics.

...ang gusto ko lang sabihin e, game na!

Let's all be EXTRA happy! Go!

"Who will save your soul if you won't save your own?"

Hero ka ba?

Ano ba?

‘Wag kang tanga!

How does one deal with little minds?

The answer is simple. You don't.

Little minds don't understand anything beyond what their cerebral hemispheres can accommodate. There is no point in arguing with them because in their world, in their hand-crafted universe they can never be wrong. For that, growth is impossible. Thus the "little mind."

Little minds toy on the fringes of things that matter but always miss the meat. They dwell on the shallow and adorn their opinions with profanities, lousy artwork, and nursery rhymes--lame, very lame but what would one expect?

I was, for a moment, tempted to deconstruct a written piece by a classic little mind just to point out the loopholes in her logic, and to do some serious writing workshop. But for what?

It will be such a waste of time. Especially now that I have loads of more important things to do, not because I am merely someone who's "gainfully employed", but because I am happily doing what I love to do for a living.

I refuse to condescend to a brain that refuses to grow.

Yes, every time some mindless creep blows second hand smoke to my face I will remember that somewhere out there, some little brain is on the loose, out to defend the likes of the creep. And then I'd be frustrated because of the existence of such dense, blind creatures.

For all it's worth, I'll let the little mind deliver her gibberish. After all, she's the one out to prove something. And the rubbish she comes up with sadly is the only thing her little mind can afford to do.

ON ROMANY SEDONA, the blogger who won an award by using ME as her subject

I wish there were no truth to what I wrote a year ago about how smokers are destructive not only to themselves but to others and the environment. I wish I were some "self-righteous little tyrant" gone mad because I am blind to the beauty and sensuality of smoking. I can only wish…

So that I can stop feeling sorry for the clouded mini-mind of ROMANY SEDONA who so boldly referred to me as a “bitch” and an “asshole”—among others—in her quest to debunk my exposition which the Philippine Daily Inquirer found legit enough to publish.

I can only wish ROMANY good health as she is confined in her self-absorbed “hedonistic” indulgence—as she may call it—trying to escape poignant facts of life, moments of mental cacophony which ultimately challenges our humanity, hiding behind her sticks of cigarette and her fallacious comparisons to chado, yoga and other wellness practices, and her, well, flair for imagery.

I can only wish her long life, to the girl who condemns me for allegedly wishing her kind, death whereas she’s all for risking “10 minutes or so” (How many 10 minutes in a year? I do not know.) of her life inhaling what she believes is euphoric oxygen which, if she were paying attention to her science classes, is scientifically DECLARED as carbon monoxide—a chemical compound known to prevent blood from carrying oxygen to the lungs…now we don’t need a textbook for that.

I wish Romany clarity of mind albeit the smoke she inhales so that she can stay firm and can stand by her choice, her so-called freedom of expression, and not to be touchy with the idea of smokers like herself drowning in their own smoke in a gas chamber I am proposing just to paint a vivid picture of the harmful effects of smoking especially to smokers. After all, Romany herself admits that “there is nothing healthy about smoking” but since, as she says, we live “in a world where you can die at a moment’s notice from anyone of a million different reasons, vectors and causes” she’ll vouch moments of pleasure with that health-hazard tool that reminds her to take “long deep breaths and luxurious exhalations.”

I wish Romany more years of being “gainfully employed” so she can sustain the advance university degree which she clearly needs. Because after all, a learned—writer or no writer—knows how to choose her words and ROMANY SEDONA, obviously has problems with choosing hers.

To end, I wish to tell ROMANY that the subject of her award-winning blog entry, the blog entry which the Philippine Blog Awards seemed to affirm as something outstanding, powerful, and of a quality that is “unforgettable to its readers and the whole blogging community”—the subject of her “winning” blog entry which was hastily misjudged, misquoted and maligned is no where near being LITTLE.

Mary Tyrene L. Delgado, an environmentalist in her own way, is bigger than who she really is because she knows how to care not only for herself but for the GREAT MAJORITY.

The subject of ROMANY's spite knows how to step back and see the bigger picture, to speak in general and then set aside vagueness by going through details—proofs that she FULLY UNDERSTANDS what she is talking about.

Most of all, Mary Tyrene L. Delgado, the character who won ROMANY her award, is non-tyrant, non-bitchy and non-asshole-y enough NOT to call anyone names in exposing FACTS in her Youngblood article, which I guess, primarily flared up the poor 20-year-old smoker named ROMANY SEDONA.