31 July 2010
pedestrians are road users too.
Our driver made a comment yesterday that really bothered me:
"Our government sure love to spend millions for a jogging space," he said, reiterating what he heard on the radio earlier.
It was about the boardwalk (not to be confused with the Iloilo Boardwalk complex). The local radio station has been lambasting the local government about not opening that stretch of road to vehicular traffic.
Taking the safe side, I explained that that road is not really supposed to be used as any ordinary thoroughfare. That 2-lane space is in an easement that should not be opened to regular traffic, nor should it be used as an alternate route. AND, I still feel that if there's a way for us not to use easements to build our homes, our restaurants, our stores and our roads on, we should go ahead keeping it an open, free space. There is a reason for it's “non-use”.
Secondly, I don't really feel we need wider roads than the roads that we have now, nor do we need more roads within the city. Circumferential roads, yes, i agree to that because it will largely reduce the need to go through the city as much of our adjacent LGUs are not "safely" connected to each other. Safely, meaning, the roads that connect them are more often narrow dirt roads devoid of street lamps and other road safety devices. It;s even more dangerous during rainy season because pot holes could go as deep as the center of the earth.
Didn't anyone ever think of "regulation"? You know, where you regulate the number of cars on the road, or maximize the use of these cars. And i don't mean number coding because that has been proven ineffective for long term application. High occupancy vehicle. safe, comfortable, convenient and efficient public transportation. walkable blocks--o lazy people won't need to ride a jeep to get to the place they want to go, three small blocks away.
But the driver didn't buy it. He told me, "Why build a road in the first place--if you won’t open it to vehicular traffic?"
"Well, because that road is not a road for that kind of traffic. It's built so that the engineers can conveniently access the area for regular maintenance. It is not for people like you to use," I explained, keeping the last sentence to myself.
"Because you see,” he continued, “if it is opened, it won’t be subjected to heavy traffic because only private cars will use it. There's no franchise for public jeepney serving that route. It will certainly reduce the traffic congestion in the major roads."
Says who?
21 June 2010
Sex, Lies and Education
It was supposed to be just like any ordinary day: me being constantly barraged by questions I don’t want to answer but is forced to being the one and only slave in the universe of educated people. I have to entertain questions and comments about Kris Aquino and react to every angry statement on GMA.
But no, this day chose to be different. S/He blurts s/he is disgusted by the way the Education Department makes a lot of fuss about sex education. I braced myself. I know where s/he stands in this given her/his straight Roman Catholic background and his/her deeply-rooted belief in marriage and things related to it.
“Well, they should.”
Shit, wrong answer. Instead of ending the conversation I got the biggest look of surprise from her/him. You’re one stupid girl, Rej, how could you forget s/he asked you not too long ago about your family devotion. What?? Don’t the 3-pierced left ear and my lack of holy figure in the desk give away my distaste for any form of organized religion? I thought you were into typecasting?
“Well, isn’t sex education the role of the parents in the first place?”
HUWAATT??? I should sue my parents. Apparently they shortchanged me, neglecting their primary duty to educate me on sex. No, they didn’t give me no sex education at all. I got all my sex education from 90’s rock and roll, MTV and DH Lawrence.
HUWAATT??? I should sue my parents. Apparently they shortchanged me, neglecting their primary duty to educate me on sex. No, they didn’t give me no sex education at all. I got all my sex education from 90’s rock and roll, MTV and DH Lawrence.
16 June 2010
table manners.
when i eat i want to be left alone.
eating is a very personal thing and intruding in one's eating routine is crass. pure crass.
that is why when i eat i hate to be bullied to eating this food that i don't want to eat. like pork for example. or beef. or getting an extra serving of everything. I will eat the food that i want to the pace that i am comfortable at. So i wish you'd just stop commenting on how i chew my food very well before i swallow it. so i will also stop commenting on how fat you are and how you'd consumed so much in a blink of my eye.
when i eat, even if we eat together, i'd like you to treat me as a completely different entity and not an extension of you stomach. why does it pleases you so much stuffing me with food? and why does it surprise you when i say i am already full? didn't you ever think my reason for turning down your offer is because i do not want to eat your food?
when i eat i don't want you nagging me to eat some more. or complain to me for the lack of napkin. or for the lack of kalamansi that is already on the bowl to your left, ready to swallow you whole. look for things with your eyes, not with your fucking mouth. why do you always have to do everything with your mouth? are you orally fixated? i'm anal retentive, in case you'd like to know. I don't think we are a good combination.
i don't even nag my husband about eating his eating habits because i don;t want him nagging me about it, too. i don't dump food on his plate, because darling, really, it's bad manners to be dumping food on the plate of somebody who did not ask for it. did you even ask me if i was vegetarian? NO. it's like you just assumed i have a religious devotion because you also have it. all people are not like you. and neither am i.
you know for a fact that making generalized conclusion will lead to a general mistake. unless your study wants to establish conclusions across all culture and ages, but you very well know, too that you can therefore not make specific judgments if you do that. i don't believe in god. i don't to church.i don't believe in marriage and did i ever tell you that? no, because it is rude to talk or ask about somebody's religion, more so, conclude that she is catholic. and knit your eyebrows when she say she isn't.
you're just rude.
please do not make an issue out of leftovers. it's not my fault that i can;t finish what you gave me. I didn't ask for it. you just gave me. you didn't ever hear my NOOOO.
eating is a very personal thing and intruding in one's eating routine is crass. pure crass.
that is why when i eat i hate to be bullied to eating this food that i don't want to eat. like pork for example. or beef. or getting an extra serving of everything. I will eat the food that i want to the pace that i am comfortable at. So i wish you'd just stop commenting on how i chew my food very well before i swallow it. so i will also stop commenting on how fat you are and how you'd consumed so much in a blink of my eye.
when i eat, even if we eat together, i'd like you to treat me as a completely different entity and not an extension of you stomach. why does it pleases you so much stuffing me with food? and why does it surprise you when i say i am already full? didn't you ever think my reason for turning down your offer is because i do not want to eat your food?
when i eat i don't want you nagging me to eat some more. or complain to me for the lack of napkin. or for the lack of kalamansi that is already on the bowl to your left, ready to swallow you whole. look for things with your eyes, not with your fucking mouth. why do you always have to do everything with your mouth? are you orally fixated? i'm anal retentive, in case you'd like to know. I don't think we are a good combination.
i don't even nag my husband about eating his eating habits because i don;t want him nagging me about it, too. i don't dump food on his plate, because darling, really, it's bad manners to be dumping food on the plate of somebody who did not ask for it. did you even ask me if i was vegetarian? NO. it's like you just assumed i have a religious devotion because you also have it. all people are not like you. and neither am i.
you know for a fact that making generalized conclusion will lead to a general mistake. unless your study wants to establish conclusions across all culture and ages, but you very well know, too that you can therefore not make specific judgments if you do that. i don't believe in god. i don't to church.i don't believe in marriage and did i ever tell you that? no, because it is rude to talk or ask about somebody's religion, more so, conclude that she is catholic. and knit your eyebrows when she say she isn't.
you're just rude.
please do not make an issue out of leftovers. it's not my fault that i can;t finish what you gave me. I didn't ask for it. you just gave me. you didn't ever hear my NOOOO.
15 June 2010
and we thought it was again HACKED.
Pushpullbar was down yesterday.
Admin's notice 22 hours ago: 5GB out of 7GB of data missing during server transfer. Not impressed downtownhost.com !
Meanwhile, here's pushpullbar's facebook account and the tweeter account.
Keith panicked there for a moment especially that he has just recently earned his six-nippled reputation. I remain gray which does not really matter because i'm just a lurker in the forum. But better gray than red. Or gray than being reprimanded.
I think they have fixed it but of course when they are down all my links to them would be inaccessible.
and thank god it wasn't what we thought it was.
Admin's notice 22 hours ago: 5GB out of 7GB of data missing during server transfer. Not impressed downtownhost.com !
Meanwhile, here's pushpullbar's facebook account and the tweeter account.
Keith panicked there for a moment especially that he has just recently earned his six-nippled reputation. I remain gray which does not really matter because i'm just a lurker in the forum. But better gray than red. Or gray than being reprimanded.
I think they have fixed it but of course when they are down all my links to them would be inaccessible.
and thank god it wasn't what we thought it was.
09 June 2010
David and Goliath: a storytelling of some sort.
This is a story told to a young boy, 3 years old, by his 30-year old father just before they went to sleep.
(da mother has some cameo appearances here somewhere, so beware, don't lose focus.)
Once upon a time there were two warring groups near the Valley of Elah ---- (the mother suddenly says, Oh! that movie, is it related to that somehow? Father: Yes. The Tommy Lee Jones movie. Mother: I forgot what it was all about. Father: Somebody stabbed Tommy Lee Jones' son to death. Mother: Oh, yes. his boy was sent to some war and he died. The war was in Valley of Elah. Father: Yes) --- the Palestines and the Jews.
The Palestines, the father said, was headed by a really big man, a giant named Goliath who must have measured 3 meters in height and weighed a lot more than you could imagine.
One day, Goliath announced to the Jews that he would stop terrorizing them if they could defeat him in a one-on-one battle: the battle of the best Jew soldier and Goliath, the Palestine. The battle would be held at the Valley of Elah where both groups could openly witness it.
(Son: and the rescue pack and the backpack. Father: you listen a while, there will be a rescue pack and backpack chapter later.)
These clever Jews taunted David to volunteer and being there is nothing he can do, being an underdog to a underdog group, he gave it a try. (Here comes the twist to the story). So David brings in the rescue pack. The rescue pack asks him what he wants him (the rescue pack) to become, as the rescue pack can easily transform itself to anything (Mother: a nuclear warhed.)
Father said that the rescue pack gave David three transformation choices: a bag, a slingshot, and another thing i forgot. David chose the slingshot and with an abracadabra he rescue pack turns itself to a slingshot.
David has been practicing target using a slingshot for the past days, following Goliath's announcement. He held on to the slingshot, clutched the ends tightly with his right hand, and slowly but carefully, he placed a (Mother: NUCLEAR WARHEAD! you have to have a nuclear warhead somewhere!) large nuclear warhead, bearing the spray-painted tag: United States Army, at the tip of the slingshot.
With all his might, David swings the the slingshot with the nuclear warhead weapon and whooops the nuclear warhead goes to the side of the Palestines. It was a perfect target. The nuclear warhead hit Goliath right in the middle of his eyes just directly above his nose and Goliath was pulverized to nothing.
Father to son: Do you know the moral of the story?
(in the background Son was muttering: Waw. I want the rescue pack to turn itself to a helicopter. Father replies: It will later. The US Army has lots of it)
Mother: If you fought with the Jews they'd send you a nuclear warhead.
Father: NO.
Mother (in disbelief): You mean they'd send something else?
Father: Do not fight with the Jews because you will surely lose, no matter what. That is the moral of the story.
The End.
(da mother has some cameo appearances here somewhere, so beware, don't lose focus.)
Once upon a time there were two warring groups near the Valley of Elah ---- (the mother suddenly says, Oh! that movie, is it related to that somehow? Father: Yes. The Tommy Lee Jones movie. Mother: I forgot what it was all about. Father: Somebody stabbed Tommy Lee Jones' son to death. Mother: Oh, yes. his boy was sent to some war and he died. The war was in Valley of Elah. Father: Yes) --- the Palestines and the Jews.
The Palestines, the father said, was headed by a really big man, a giant named Goliath who must have measured 3 meters in height and weighed a lot more than you could imagine.
One day, Goliath announced to the Jews that he would stop terrorizing them if they could defeat him in a one-on-one battle: the battle of the best Jew soldier and Goliath, the Palestine. The battle would be held at the Valley of Elah where both groups could openly witness it.
(Son: and the rescue pack and the backpack. Father: you listen a while, there will be a rescue pack and backpack chapter later.)
These clever Jews taunted David to volunteer and being there is nothing he can do, being an underdog to a underdog group, he gave it a try. (Here comes the twist to the story). So David brings in the rescue pack. The rescue pack asks him what he wants him (the rescue pack) to become, as the rescue pack can easily transform itself to anything (Mother: a nuclear warhed.)
Father said that the rescue pack gave David three transformation choices: a bag, a slingshot, and another thing i forgot. David chose the slingshot and with an abracadabra he rescue pack turns itself to a slingshot.
David has been practicing target using a slingshot for the past days, following Goliath's announcement. He held on to the slingshot, clutched the ends tightly with his right hand, and slowly but carefully, he placed a (Mother: NUCLEAR WARHEAD! you have to have a nuclear warhead somewhere!) large nuclear warhead, bearing the spray-painted tag: United States Army, at the tip of the slingshot.
With all his might, David swings the the slingshot with the nuclear warhead weapon and whooops the nuclear warhead goes to the side of the Palestines. It was a perfect target. The nuclear warhead hit Goliath right in the middle of his eyes just directly above his nose and Goliath was pulverized to nothing.
Father to son: Do you know the moral of the story?
(in the background Son was muttering: Waw. I want the rescue pack to turn itself to a helicopter. Father replies: It will later. The US Army has lots of it)
Mother: If you fought with the Jews they'd send you a nuclear warhead.
Father: NO.
Mother (in disbelief): You mean they'd send something else?
Father: Do not fight with the Jews because you will surely lose, no matter what. That is the moral of the story.
The End.
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