Tuesday, August 24, 2010

...On Language...

This is a blog I've been wanting to write last week, but never had the chance to. Since then, a couple of newsworthy events transpired that got the world to notice the Philippines; the hostage-taking of tourists, and Venus Raj's Miss Universe run. The former, I no longer wish to speak of, as it speaks for itself, and the blogosphere has been bombarded by different hate-posts about the absurdity of how it was handled.

It was a disgrace for our country, inexplicable, and must be addressed. Period. Now, we move on.

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The Miss Universe Pageant was a great diversion to our countrymen who were still shocked with what transpired in Quirino. Add the fact that our country's candidate, Venus Raj, made it through the first cut at 15, then at 10, and finally, to 5. 

And then, she bombed in a major, major way.

As it seems, she didn't have any "big" mistake in her 22 years of existence. At least now, she could say something if asked the question again.

But to her credit, she was the only candidate to answer without the aid of an interpreter. Does it show us as "intellectuals", being able to speak a foreign language ably?

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Ngayon, susulat ako sa wikang Pilipino, na una kong plano bago ko naisulat ang naisulat ko na (nakalimutan ko eto nga pala gusto ko isulat. Kaso sayang naman yung nauna ko nang nasabi kung isasalin ko pa.)

Sa pakikinig ko sa programa ni Mo Twister sa radyo, naiinis ako minsan sapagkat nakakarinig ako ng mga tumatawag na nagpupumilit mag-Ingles, na hindi naman nila kaya. Sa Facebook, marami din naman ang nagsusulat ng mga maiikling kataga sa wikang Ingles na minsa'y di ko talaga mapigilang i-tama. At kahapon lang, ang tila di-mapigilang panalo ng pambato nating si Venus Raj ay napigilan lamang nang siya'y sumagot.

Masasabi ba natin na bobo ang mga Hapon dahil hindi sila marunong mag-Ingles? Masasabi ba natin na di karapat-dapat si Ms. Mexico manalo kahapon dahil gumamit siya ng tagapag-salin (interpreter)? 

Ito marahil ang isang malaking problema ng ating bansa, ang kakulangan ng pagmamahal sa sariling wika. Ipinapakita natin na kaya nating magsalita ng wikang banyaga, para ano? Para ipakita na kaya nating magpa-alipin sa kanila kung dumating ang pagkakataong magkatrabaho sa kanilang bansa? Bakit kinaya ng mga Hapon na itaguyod ang kanilang ekonomiya sa kabila ng di nila pagiging bihasa sa pagsalita ng wikang Ingles?

Sa isang banda, ang "Jejemon" o "Bekimon" na burat na burat na kong marinig ay binibigyan ng atensyon ng media. Nagiging katatawanan man ito, ito nama'y binibigyan pansin at sa isang punto, nakakita pa ko ng isang eksperto ng lenguahe na hinihingan nila ng opinyon ukol dito. Nabanggit nya na di ito nalayo sa "Ghetto language" ng mga itim sa Amerika; isang ebolusyon ng wika. Kung bibigyang konsiderasyon ang puntong ito, dapat pala'y hindi pinagtatawanan ang mga ito; sa halip ay dapat tanggapin ng bukas-palad sapagkat ito'y isang pagsisikap ng ilang tao na i-bagay sa modernong panahon ang wikang sarili.

Pero parang nakakadiri isipin, na patungo sa ganito ka-babang antas ang wika natin.

Ako, bilang ako, ay mahilig magsulat sa wikang Ingles. Ngunit kung kinakailangan, para sa ikabubuti ng wika, na magsulat sa wikang Pilipino, ay sisikapin ko. Hindi tayo probinsya ng Amerika para ipakita ang kakayahan nating mag-Ingles, tama man o mali. Hindi naman nabawasan ang kagandahan ni Ms. Mexico nang ginamit nya ang sarili nyang wika para sagutin ang tanong nya. Hindi naman nabawasan ang kakayahan ni Lyoto Machida ng UFC nang mei nagsalin pa ng tanong at sagot nya. Hindi pagpapakita ng kahinaan o kakulangan ang hindi pagsalita ng wikang Ingles pag tinanong sa isang kompetisyon. Mas nagiging katawa-tawa pa kung iba sa nais ipahiwatig ang siyang nasabi. Kahit si (Congressman) Manny Pacquiao ay minsan nang pinansin ng mga tagapag-ulat na mas pinagpapawisan pa sa panayam sa kanya kumpara sa laban nya mismo. At hindi ito natatago ng "you know?"

Gawin nating kaaya-aya ang wikang Pilipino, bigyang pansin ang paggamit nito ng mas madalas, at huwag nating hayaang tumuloy ang ebolusyon sa wikang "jejemon" o "bekimon" o kung anumang putanginang mon yan. 

At pwede ba? Tigilan na ang usapin ukol sa mga "mon" na yan. Habang binibigyan ng atensyon, ay lalo lang lalaganap sa kabataan yan. Magsisimula bilang katatawanan, at di maglalao'y baka maging kultura pa. Tigilan na rin ang pagpapatugtog ng bwakananginang kantang yun sa mga estasyon ng radyo. Hindi na nakakatuwa.

Oo, tinatago ko sa pagiging makabayan ang pagkamuhi ko sa mga bagong klase ng mga salitang yan. Di na talaga ko natutuwa.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

...Pangingialam ng Pakialamero: Mga Panlinlang...

"Walang basagan ng trip..." - Anonymous

Mahilig akong magsulat ukol sa kung ano anong bagay lang. Madalas, ito'y mga bagay na naglalaro laman sa isip ko. Pero may mga panahon na nakakasagasa ako ng ibang tao, kung kaya't naisipan kong tanggapin na lang na masama talaga akong tao, at nambabasag ng trip ng mga tao na hindi naman tama, ayon kay Anonymous. 

Ang minsang isang beses ko lang talaga sinulat, ay nadagdagan ko pa ng dalawang blog na nangingialam din sa trip ng ibang tao. Ngayon, eto nanaman.

Pasensya, pakialamero lang talaga.

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Mahilig akong pumuna ng mga tao. Naglalakad man o nagddrive, kumakain man o nakatanga, nakaugalian ko nang tumingin sa mga tao sa paligid ko. Minsan dahil baka kakilala ko, minsan naman para lang tumingin kung maganda. Para maging patas, sumisimple din naman ako ng tingin kung sa simulang tingin eh gwapo yung dumaan. O sadyang bading lang siya. 

May mga swak, may mga olats. Dahil mas maraming pagkakataon ang olats (kung ayaw mong makakita ng pangit, wag mo nang tingnan ulit. Tama nang nakita mo nung unang beses. Kung sa una akala mo maganda/gwapo, paniwalain mo na lang sarili mo na totoo yun, dahil 80% ng pagkakataon, hindi totoo yun pag nakita mo sa pangalawang tingin.), naisipan ko nanamang pakialaman ang mga nakalilinlang na katangian ng mga taong makasasalimuha natin. 

Maaari itong magsilbing gabay para sa mga mahilig rin tumingin sa tao, o di kaya'y sa mga taong nais itago ang kanilang kartada para kahit na 6 lang talaga eh maging 8 sa tingin ng iba.

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Height/Complexion

Marahil wala na tayong magagawa kung maliit lang talaga tayo o di kaya'y maitim. Ito ay isang katangian na siguradong mapapatingin ulit ang tao sa inyo. Kahapon lang, habang nakaupo kami sa Starbucks, may isang lalaking napakatangkad na pumasok sa banko sa tabi namin. Kami ng 2 kausap ko, at ang 4 na guwardiya at 2 janitor sa labas ay napatingin sa kanya. Ang iba iniisip kung basketball player ba siya, ang ilan marahil namamangha lang sa tangkad nya. Dahil egoy siya, hindi na ko umaasa na pasok siya sa depinisyon ng "gwapo" para sa kin (Chris Tiu). Pero mapa-babae man o lalaki, sigurado, mapapatingin ang tao kun matangkad ka. 

Pareho din naman sa kaputian. Madalas sa mga babae, pag nakatayo ang tambay, ay mapapatango o di kaya'y susunod ng tingin sa iyo kung maputi ka. Bilang mga Pilipino na natural ang kayumangging kulay, madalas na "maganda" ang tingin natin sa maputi.

Wag Palilinlang: Di porke't matangkad o di kaya'y maputi, ibig sabihin maganda/gwapo na. Ingat lang. Baka sabihan ka nung maputing chic na "anung tinitingin tingin mo, brod?"

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Body Fit Shirts (Men)

Palibhasa uso na gym ngayon, marami nang mga lalaki ang naka-body fit na shirt. Di mo naman maipagkakaila na ang mga may lakas loob na magsuot nito eh may karapatan naman; malaking braso, malaking dibdib, pantay o di kaya'y mas lubog ang tyan sa dibdib. 

Wag Palilinlang: Madalas, ang mga pangit ay talagang nagwo-work out na lang para lumaki ang katawan, at maibaling ang atensyon ng tumitingin sa kanyang katawan at hindi sa kanyang mukha. Di ko naman nilalahat. Pero tingin ko lang, kung gwapo naman yung tao, di na nya kailangang ipagkalandakan pa yung katawan nya.

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Skirt/Shorts/Dress (Women, Semi-women)

The more skin exposed, the more attractive one seems. Surefire way na makakapag-merit ng second look ang shorts/dress/skirts (above the knee). Marahil dala ng testosterone, napapatingin ang mga lalaki sa mga nakasuot ng ganito. Ngunit di tulad ng body fit shirts ng mga lalaki, di lang ang may karapatan ang may lakas loob magsuot ng mga ito.

Wag Palilinlang: Kaninang umaga lang habang naglalakad ako sa El Pueblo papasok ng office ay nakakita ako ng nilalang na maputi, nakaputing dress, at nakaputing payong. Mahaba ng konti ang buhok. Unang tingin, mukhang pwede. Nang ginamit na ang aking kakayahan sa pag-obserba, napansin kong tila mataas ang hairline ng tao. Sa pangatlo, tila kuwadrado ang hubog ng mukha at pisngi. Di ko na sinubukan pang tingnan pa sa pang-apat na beses. Masyado nang malapit si kuya. 

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Backless

Mula sa argumento sa shorts/skirts/dress, marami ring balat ang nakikita sa isang tao pag suot ito.

Wag Palilinlang: Dalawa lang ang maaari mong maging reaksyon pag nakakita ka nito - "wow" o "yuck". Ang natural na makikitaan mo ng ganito dapat ay sa mga formal na handaan para mapa-wow ka. Kung nasa mall ka, wag ka nang umasang gaganahan ka pa kumain. 

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Aviator Shades

Eto classic. Usong uso ngayon ang mga aviator-type na shades. Sa isang banda, praktikal ito kasi talaga namang hindi ka masisilaw. Sa kabilang banda, tinatakpan nito ang kalahati ng mukha ng tao. Ito ang paboritong suot ng mga nais itago ang kanilang mukha. Sinisisi ko si Jessica Alfaro bilang may sala sa pagpapauso nito. 

Wag Palilinlang: Akala ko dati napakawalang kwenta ng maskara ni Robin at Green Hornet, na halos mata lang nila ang tinatakpan nila. Pero ang laking bagay pala nito. Madalas sa mga profile pic sa Facebook, akala mo napakaganda/napakagwapo nung tao na naka-shades, nakatingala dahil galing sa taas yung cameraphone nya na pinangkuha ng kanyang profile pic. Pero madalas,  ang akala mong kartada 8 dahil sa shades, eh kartada 4 lang pala sa tunay na lighting at pagtanggal ng shades.

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May na-miss ba ko?=P 

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

... Morality, Fidelity, and Legality...

I'm usually the guy who'd treat my elders with respect. I'm a guy who wouldn't talk back out of respect for the older person.

But through the years, I've come to realize that "respect" is earned, and not a God-given right. There are older people that are old, but not respectable. In most cases, I treat my elders as I see fit. Nagmamano ako sa mga dapat pagmanuhan, sa mga taong dapat talagang nirerespeto, samantalang kaya kong makipagkamay o di kaya'y makipag-apir na lang sa mga taong magaan ang pakiramdam ko na tila kaibigan ko na lang sila. There are varying degrees to which I respect my elders.

Last night was one of those rare nights that I get all-righteous and gather up the courage to speak up against an elder.

Situation: My dad went to Tarlac yesterday to take my half-brother to the hospital. He didn't tell my mom, but he was tracked through his phone. When he came back, he said he came from their Sampaloc office. My mom didn't buy it. Eventually, he admitted that he went to Tarlac. Of course my mom went ballistic. 

Now, my problem is not that they fought. My problem is they're fighting because of the same reason they fought countless times already: My dad just wouldn't tell the truth. 

I understand his predicament. At times, you just never know what my mom is thinking. You do one thing or the other, and she's going to have something to say either way. But man, really? He never didn't at least try to tell my mom about it even if it was an emergency?

I heard my mom's piece. I wanted to hear my dad's, and try to figure out how my mom was overreacting. Turns out that it's all there is to it. It was an emergency, and he didn't bother to call my mom because his mind was focused on the kid there in Tarlac, and didn't want to hear any rants from my mom.

Stupid fuckin move. I mean, I could gather the strength to talk back, but if I gathered some more, I would have shouted.

Pa: Ayoko na kasing mei marinig pang kung ano ano, eh away nanaman yan pag sinabi ko sa kanya.
Me: Eh hindi mo sinabi, nag-away pa rin naman kayo di ba?

Pa: ...Sa totoo lang, isang beses na lang ako pumupunta dun sa isang buwan.
Me: Magkaliwanagan nga tayo; sa legal at moral na mundo, ni hindi ka nga dapat tumutungtong na dun eh. Magpasalamat ka pa kako at napapayagan ka pang pumunta dun kahit isang beses sa isang buwan.
Pa: Wag mo kong sasabihan na wala akong karapatan. Illegal man, mei moral akong obligasyon sa mga anak ko dun. 
Me: Eh di padalhan mo ng pera. Yun lang naman obligasyon mo dun di ba?
Pa: Hindi. Gusto kong lumaki yung mga batang yun na tama ang pag-iisip. 
Me: Ang akin lang, respeto na lang naman eh, sa taong pinakasalan mo sa simbahan, sa harap ng Diyos, at sa batas ng tao. 
Pa: Kaya nga nilimitahan ko na na isang beses sa isang buwan na lang ako pumunta dun eh. 
Me: Kasama ba tong pagpuslit mo sa isang beses? Ang punto ko lang, ilang beses na kayo nag-away tungkol dyan, bakit kasi hindi ka na lang magsabi ng totoo?
Pa: Wala naman akong tinatago sa kanya ah.
Me: Eh anong tawag mo sa nangyari ngayon lang?!
Pa: Inamin ko naman ah.
Me: Inamin mo nung pinaamin ka. Nung mei nangyari na!
Pa: Wala naman akong aaminin kung walang nangyayari eh.
Me: Eh putangina kaya kayo nag-aaway! Simula pa lang kasi, sabihin mo na. Sa tatlong oras AT LEAST na byahe mo papunta dun, di mo man lang naisip na tawagan xa? Isang tawag para sabihing papunta ka dun? Tapos patayin mo telepono mo. O? Anong problema dun? At least pag naghimutok si ma na pumunta ka nanaman dun, maitatanong ko na "nagsabi ba xa seio?" at kun nagsabi ka, eh di tapos. Mei bagong naganap. Hindi yung, tinago mo nanaman, nalaman nanaman nya. 
Pa: Basta ako, papapalitan ko na yang mga number na yan. Para wala nang problema. Bahala xa kung anong desisyon nya, basta ako ayoko nang makipagtalo. 

Seriously, I have nothing against those kids. But I am seriously pissed at my dad's flawed logic. For such a strong person, he's too cowardly to face these problems. 

Two things he taught me that he fails to exemplify:

"Kahit ano, pwede, basta kayang panindigan" (So what's with "ayoko na makipagtalo"?)
"May mga problemang pwede namang hindi maging problema" (So what's with keeping stuff from my mom?)

Ang pagpapasa-Diyos ng mga bagay ay hindi pag-asa sa kanya ng mga problema para xa na lang ang gumawa ng solusyon. Isang bulag na pananampalataya ang meron ka kung ito ang pinaniniwalaan mo. Galit ako dahil sa tuwing Linggo na pinipili kong hindi sumama sa pagsimba ay pinagsasabihan akong walang pananampalataya. Sinasabihan akong masama at walang utang na loob sa Diyos. Oo, masama na ko. Pero nirerespeto ko ang Diyos. Naniniwala ako sa kanya bilang aking gabay. Sa hindi ko pagsimba, hindi ko siya kinakalimutan. Nagkakasala man ako sa pagpili ng mga bisyo o kamunduhang hilig ko kaysa makinig sa isang oras na misa, nirerespeto ko naman siya para piliing huwag na lang pilitin ang sarili kong makinig kung ang isip ko naman ay nasa ibang bagay. Sino ba ang hipokrito? Ang linggo linggong nagsisimba at pilit na pinaniniwala ang sarili na tama siya at kayang solusyunan ng Diyos ang lahat ng kanyang problema? O ang taong ayaw magsimba dahil mas pinipiling manood na lamang ng basketball? Pareho? Siguro nga. Pero naniniwala ako sa Diyos bilang aking gabay. At hindi tagapag-solusyon sa mga problema ko habang patuloy kong dinadagdagan sa gitna ng pagsisimba ko. Hindi ako humihingi ng tawad sa Linggo, gagawa ng kasalanan sa ibang araw ng linggo, at hihingi ng tawad ulit pagdating ng susunod na Linggo.

This topic is probably too personal to blog, but I didn't even bother to edit it to make it a pain to read. I just need to vent out and probably let those few who would endure reading this to give me a perspective that I can't see. I posted what I remember of our conversation as accurately as I can. 

Thursday, July 29, 2010

...The Wonderful World of Gambling...

I am a gambler. 

I'd bet on anything that I see worth betting on. I bet for money, dares, or even physical pain (pitikan lang naman, easy. Mas dramatic lang pag ganun pagkakasabi.)  I bet on sports, spoken words, events, anything. I've lost my share of fortune via tong-its, poker, and NBA odds, and have had my ears turn red at every time I lost a bet that something might happen and it didn't. I've won my fair share on those too. 

They say it's bad, but really, I think this crap has actually helped me grow as a person. To explain further, I've broken it down to the types of gambling and how it has helped different aspects of my life.

The following assumes you know the games talked about. If in case you don't know how to play the games, I inserted a crash course at the end of the blog.

(Note: This is not as long as it seems. Mei tutorial lang sa dulo kaya mukhang mahaba.)

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Tong-its and Optimism

At every point in our lives, we reach a certain crossroad. By taking one path over the other, you may never get the chance to know where the other could have led you.

Tong-its probably has that "what if" moment more times in 1 hour than a person has in a week. Do you pick the thrown card? Do you pick a card from the middle? Should you challenge other players?

Every decision is a leap of faith. Every decision affects the next card you pick up, or the next card thrown to you. It's a ripple effect that you wouldn't be able to point out a single decision you could have changed to affect the outcome. And you just have to live with whatever decision you have made.

It has taught me optimism: That no matter how bad my cards look, it will eventually turn out better as the game progresses. For every turn I have, I control my destiny. I choose where to leap. It all may be set and written, but I have the choice to pick which of it is best for me. I could choose to take a chance on keeping the high cards and get burned, but always look at the possibility that it will take me to victory.

I play with the cards I am dealt with.

I apply that to life and become a better, stronger person. I deal with what is dealt to me. I don't dwell on the "what if's" of the past, because when I reached that crossroad of a life-changing experience, I chose what I thought was the best path for me at the time. I chose this path. I can't say for certain that it's right or wrong, but it was the best decision for me at the time I made it. And I just have to live with it. And I know, that no matter how bad it looks, that it's going to get better. That I will have unexpected surprises that will make the hand I have better.

Or there's that chance of not getting those unexpected surprises and lose in the end.

But I'm not thinking about that.

See? Optimism.

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Poker and Empathy

Poker is such an emotionless game. Heck, it puts "emotionless" in the term "poker face". On the poker table, you have to hide the beat of your heart if you could. Every breath that you take, every blink of an eye you make, and every movement of your body could be a "tell" on what kind of card you have. Your betting patterns, how you place the chips in front of you, where you look; these are minor, probably unintentional acts that give away what your hand really is, and the observant poker player can see through your bluffs.

In this time of ever-challenging economy, it's important to know what kind of people you're dealing with; if they're talking to you because of a genuine need of help, or they're just playing you. For the extrovert that I am, I need this to know what topics I can bring up when talking to a random person.

Playing poker has given me that ability to figure people out: how they talk, dress, act, etc., somehow gives me a general idea of how they think, what their likes are, and what kind of person they are. 

But like playing poker, you never really know what cards your opponent is holding. There are times that you'd be right, and chances that you'd be wrong.

And like playing poker, you'd never know which of those chances are unless you place a bet and play your hand 'til the end.

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NBA Odds and Faith

"Faith begins when reason ends" is an immortal quote that holds true for almost everything unexplainable in this world. We all have theories on how the world began, and endless debates come to mind. However, we have the Book of Genesis in the Bible, and though there probably was no one to account for what really happened during creation, we all concede that there is a Higher Being that was the prime mover of everything on this earth.

Faith is such an important aspect of our lives. We all "believe" in something, maybe not religiously, but probably principles(I believe that he can help improve the country), professional ideologies (I believe I can work my way up), habits (I believe that cramming makes me perform better), etc.. 

Enter, NBA odds. It's not that complicated of a game. You just pick a team, and "believe" that they will perform as you picked them to. It makes the game more exciting, and at the same time, it gives you a reason to "believe" in something. 

Sometimes, there are really irrational things that you don't know why you have to do but just have to do it, because you "believe" that it's the best thing for you. You never lose hope, and as the song says, "don't stop believing".

Believing drives you to accomplish something that doesn't seem logically possible. We always have to have faith that anything is possible, not restricting ourselves to rational and thought-of hindrances.

And for a simple game like NBA odds, it practices your gut-feel against your rational mind. It makes you believe in yourself to make decisions on the fly, all things considered.

It's a science, I tell you.

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Random Bets and Life

Life is dull if you go through everything in the same manner every time. Adding a little spice to it makes it even more exciting. 

Probably a lot of you readers have seen "My Sassy Girl" in American or Korean. Either way, I think they both have that scene of the classic slap-bet for every right foot or left foot that passes by. That was a dull, quiet train ride, until they decided to try something.

Living is not living if you drone-out your everyday life.

These random bets also teach you to take a chance on something (or at times, anything). It may be for small slap bets or something, but at least you let yourself go and actually took a chance that that bird will poop before it takes flight. It's no fun being too uptight. You'll end up living a dull, unexciting life that probably gave you enough support to sustain a living, but never knew what it was to have fun, have friends, and do this or do that.

Taking chances gives an exhilarating feeling every once in a while. And gambling, for all its evils, can give you this exhilarating feeling for taking chances, and living a life.

It's the closest thing I have to sky diving.

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Appendix:

How to Play (These are based on experience, so baka mei mali, but basically, ganun lang un):
1. Tong-its 

Ideally played with 3-4 players, each dealt with 12-13 cards (8-9 if 4 players), with one card more to the one dealing them. The object of the game is to release all cards on your hand, called "tong-its". The dealer is the first to release a card, which is ideally the one with the highest value (10, which is 10 and all the face cards). The player next to the dealer then decides if he needs the thrown card to make a "bahay", and if player doesn't, he/she picks a card from the middle of the table. A player can make a "bahay" by putting together either three consecutive cards of the same suit, or three cards of the same value. In most home games, it is essential to have at least 1 "bahay" shown, but the rest, you could keep in your hand, to make other players think that you still have a lot of cards on your hand. At any point, you could challenge them to a "laban" or "fight", which basically means you have to show each other the cards remaining on your hands, and count who has the lowest sum. Players could choose to accept this challenge or not, and after everyone has agreed, players show their hands, with the lowest sum declared as the winner. The game ends when there are no more cards in the middle to pick. Should the game end with everyone still having a card on their hand, the one with the lowest sum of the cards' values wins. 

2. Texas Holdem' Poker 

Maximum of 8 players on the table, each one is dealt with 2 cards. The object is to win with the best 5 cards, using one or two of your cards, and 3 or 5 of the community cards. The order from lowest to highest is: high card, pair, two pairs, three of a kind, straight(5 cards in sequential order), flush (5 cards of the same suit), full house (a combination of a pair and three of a kind), four of a kind, straight flush (5 cards in sequential order of the same suit), and royal flush (5 top cards of the same suit: 10, J, Q, K, and A). A dealer button is usually in place, with the player to his left being the small blind, the next person on the big blind. Blinds are what you call "forced bets" to have a definite pot to play for. Small blinds are usually half the value of the big blind, while the big blind is the minimum bet allowed for the table. The person to the left of the big blind acts first, where player could choose to call the big blind, bet more money, or fold his cards. If he calls, and no one on the table goes over what the big blind's value is, then the first three community cards are shown, called "the flop". If one of the players bet more money than the value of the big blind, everyone else has to match that value before the flop is shown. Once the flop is shown, another round of betting happens. Players could either check (no bets) or raise. Once the values are all matched up, the fourth community card is shown, called "the turn". Another round of betting happens. After all the values are matched up, the final community card is shown, called "the river". This is where the final round of betting happens. After values are met, players show their cards, and the best 5 cards win. 

3. NBA Odds 
For the small-time player like me, minimum bets are 500, which win 450, as 10% goes to the oddsmakers. Usually, betting time opens from 10PM to 10:30PM of the night before the game airs here. NBA oddsmakers determine the possible +/- of a matchup, with a + given to the inferior team. Players bet on the possibility of whether or not the superior team can "cover" the plus of the inferior team. Example: Superior Team -5.5 vs Inferior Team +5.5. This scenario means that a bet for Superior Team only wins if it beat Inferior Team by 6pts or more. If Superior Team beats Inferior Team by just 5pts or less, bets for the Inferior Team win. 

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

...On Writing...

I got the chance to read an entertaining blog from a friend yesterday (http://bangsh.multiply.com/journal/item/51/ay_magbo-blog_para_mag-rant.?replies_read=10), about her being single. Then I remembered how it was being able to write that way: entertaining, interesting, fun. If you define a "writer" as one who can write both prose and poetry with ease, then I could say that I never was one. I'm a bad poet, and rarely do I get the true meaning of some poetry. 

But I do want to think of myself as a writer: I write with confidence that I'm using correct grammar, I express my thoughts clearly, and I have fun reading some of the stuff I wrote a long time ago. I write best when I have an opinion on the matter, so I guess I get to write my best when sharing personal experiences. 

I realized yesterday that I haven't been able to write as much as I did before. And Issa was ranting that she couldn't get herself to write as well. Not to say that we're on the same field here, as she is more creative than I was (her poetry could be made into songs, I think), but I'm going on a limb here and try to think of reasons why I couldn't write anymore. 

1. The Evil that is Facebook

Before Facebook, you'd see lengthy blogs from me even every week. I frequent Multiply because I get to read lengthy blogs from my friends as well. Then came Facebook, with it's 420-character statuses. Then Twitter, with 160 characters. People became so engrossed with expressing themselves in limited characters, that there's nothing much to write about if you decide to make a blog. In probably a single sentence, you have shared everything that you felt for the whole day, that if you made a blog about it, people won't read it knowing the gist of what happened to your day.

Eventually, I got lazy. I wrote my lengthy thoughts on the comments section of people's statuses. I replied to every comment on my status updates. I read people's one-liners to be updated about their lives. No more reading about details, no more sharing of mine. Just straight to the point thoughts. 

Thinking about it, if you're reading this and you see that you're not even at the half of the blog, don't get frustrated. I'm giving you a favor. I'm trying to make you enjoy reading details again. Think about this blog as being a whole movie, as opposed to a Facebook or Twitter post which are trailers. Isn't it a bit more exciting watching a whole movie and understanding the whole story than just skipping to the good parts?


2. Creativity in Depression

You, dear reader, are probably of my age or near that. Well then, chances are, you've been a fan of Wave 89.1's Quiet Storm at one point in your life or even to this day. It's nice to listen to those nice songs, really. But aren't they all sad? "Separated" by Usher, "Gone" by N'Sync, or even the contemporary "Di Lang Ikaw" by Juris (that song from "Ruby") are all about loneliness.

As I mentioned in Shally's blog, I think I wrote my best pieces when I was single. Not that I was wishing I were single, but the thing is, people related to me more, I turned depression into inspiration by ranting about my feelings, and ended up with pretty good pieces. Well, to me they were. They're like those Quiet Storm songs: you've heard them countless times, but when when you hear them again, it's like a new song that you just have to listen to til it ends. 

Right now, I'm in a contented state in life. I'm happy, true, probably not all the time, but it's just how life is. But I know whatever happens, that there's a better half of me that I can always count on. I need not escape through writing to escape my depression like before. I had someone who'd listen to me. It's not like she's sucking out my creativity, it's just that, I don't feel the urge to rant because I haven't been keeping much to myself. 

Theorizing, I think people's inclination towards reading sad, depressing quotes or blogs is because of our natural concern towards others. I mean, if someone wrote a blog about how wonderful his/her day was, what would you tell that person? "Congrats!"? But if someone wrote something about what's eating him/her out, you try to reach out and encourage that person to go on and keep on living.

We have a natural tendency to "help" others. We want to do something when we can. We'd rather try to give attention to people who need help than be happy with people who are happy with their lives. 

Ironic, isn't it? We're that kind of people, but we have this kind of government. But then, don't make me go there.

Point is, depression = creativity, happiness = contentment. 

3. The Reward of Readership

When I write blogs, I try to reply to everyone who leaves a comment. I also make it a habit to check how many people actually read the stuff I write. 

I enjoy seeing people actually reading my stuff. No matter how much I say that I write because I want to express myself, my best reward is always when someone actually relates to my post, someone reads it, or someone has an opinion about it. That's why I don't keep a journal or a diary. It's like being a secret agent: it's so cool but you can't tell anyone that you are. I mean, why write something if you know nobody's going to get to read it anyway? 

Sadly, Multiply readership has declined. Probably because of too many online marketers, but I think I'd go back and blame Facebook all over again. It turned us all into lazy readers, wanting to read about so many people in so little time, but not able to know the whole story behind those status updates. When we see at least 3 paragraphs of text, we instantly think it's a waste of time. 

I think my man  Angel Velasco writes about good basketball stuff in his site (http://offthebench.multiply.com/), but it's not like before when we got to trade opinions with other basketball fans. Heck, the most talked-about free agency wasn't even discussed in his site. If I were the one keeping the site up, I'd fold ship. Good thing I'm not. I still get to read good stuff from him every once in a while. 

I don't really know how people or real writers write. I mean, do they write for the sake of writing? Do they get affected by their readers with positive or negative feedbacks? 

Me, I write to express. But to be criticized or praised or be noticed; those are the stuff that inspire me to write. I like to write, but I love to be read. It makes me believe that I CAN write.
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Why serve meat to vegetarians? Would you even try to run out to the street in the middle of a thunderstorm when you don't want to be wet? Then why write if you know no one's going to read it? 

I don't consider myself as a loss to the "writing" world. But if any of you readers are actually writers and you think you have the same reasons as mine, YOU probably would be a loss to that world. Find inspiration. If you need to be depressed, go emo. If you need readers, post something, I promise to read and comment on it. 

Just don't be lazy. 

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

...On Missed Chances and Justifying Actions...

Every once in a while, we're faced with making a choice. Figuratively, it's illustrated as the road split to two at some junction. To be able to move forward, you always have to choose one or the other, and deal with the consequences of your choice. You probably wouldn't know for sure if choosing the other road was better, but that doesn't stop you from saying "sayang, sana pala dun na lang". 

Upon choosing your path, you justify to yourself that what you did was the best choice. You 
consider the pros and cons of choosing the other path, and make yourself believe that what you did had more pros than the other.

That said, I'll be trying to justify my actions:

Case #1: The Gentleman

Background/Situation: 

I'd like  to think of myself as a  gentleman. In every door that I go in to, I see to it that the person behind me gets in or that he/she has a hold of that door handle. When in a public vehicle, I assist a person going in if he/she looks like they're having trouble. And when sitting on a train, I stand up to offer my seat to an old lady or a woman. 

So yesterday, I didn't make the cut to ride the last shuttle, so I was sitting on this long bench for people waiting on the queue. Then this old lady comes by, sits beside me. Then a couple more. We all got to sit. A little later, this gold Ford Lynx drops by a girl. Now, if I knew that the bench was full, I would've automatically given up my seat. But I didn't. In the corner of my eye, I saw her standing at the back of the bench. I wanted to stand up to offer my seat, but then a fat lady comes by.

Choice Between: Being a gentleman and offer my seat, or be a prick and stay.

I Chose to: Be a prick and stay on my seat.

Why: I was thinking that if I stood up then, fat lady would sit on the vacated seat, and Ford girl would think I'm making a move on her. Plus the fact that there was a shuttle backing up, so offering my seat would be useless. I was dead wrong on that second part, and I guess I'll never know if the first one would've ever happened.

Case #2: The Honest Passenger

Background/Situation: 

I drive, but that doesn't mean I haven't had my share of commuting. I know where the jeep routes are, and know how much most of the fares cost. I know that from Magsaysay street to Pasig Palengke would cost 10pesos, and vice versa. I know that Rosario to Pasig Palengke is 7pesos. 

Last night, I rode a jeep from Stella Mariz street going to Magsaysay. That's in the middle of Pasig Rotonda and Rosario. I was thinking it'd be just 7 pesos, but to be sure, I paid with a 20peso bill, and I get 2 large coins, and a small one. Upon examining the coins, I got a 1peso coin, a 5peso coin, and a 10peso coin. Naturally, I'd think the barker made a mistake, since there's no jeep offering 4peso fares like it was 1994. But then I was thinking, he was swindling me, because there's no way that from there to Magsaysay would cost me 9pesos. 

Choice Between: Being the good passenger and consider the man's needs for the day vs. Shutting up and just keep the excess. 

I Chose To: Shut up and just keep the excess. 

Why: At the time, I was still processing the complicated mathematical phenomenon: I paid 20pesos on a jeepney, and got 16pesos in change. I wanted to give it back to the kid by asking how much the fare cost. But the jeje music was just too loud. So I decided to shut uo. When I had a chance to go near the driver to have a discussion about the fare, I was thinking it was probably too late. If I asked then, the driver would think that the kid was doing this all the time, and would probably not have him ride shotgun again in the future. But then I also had that feeling that it may actually have cost 9pesos. If so, I just made that jeep's earnings about 3pesos less. Since I never got the answer to what the truth may have been, I've decided to drop the extra 5pesos on the offertory box in the next mass that I'll attend.

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I realize that if I made a choice at the right times, I wouldn't be contemplating on those events yesterday. If I just stood up upon seeing Ford girl going towards the end of the line, she would've sat down, I would've stood at the end of the line, and I'd feel that I've done the right thing. If I just gave back the 5pesos to Barker boy in the jeep, I wouldn't be thinking if they earned enough last night because of the kid's erroneous change-giving.

Then again, this is real world. And in the real world, there are no re-takes of the same, exact situations, no looking back and doing the right thing. The missed chances could've been the right choices, but not having chosen those, who am I to say I wouldn't be asking the same questions now?

Thursday, June 10, 2010

...Of Dead Ends and Identity...

I was looking for blogs I could use to land me a writing job, so I browsed through my Multiply site, and read some entries of a while back. I don't feel my more recent posts are good enough, and there's that feeling of having exhausted my creativity some time last year. I think I write best when my blogs are emotionally-charged, which I don't think I've been for the past several months. I can't even make an interesting FB status anymore. Heck, I don't even have a witty description of myself for my FB page. I've been writing for the sake of having something to say, and not writing to express myself. Weirdly, those two seem totally distinct for me right now. 

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Of Deep Pits and the Light of Hope

Speaking of old blog posts, I realize I've been ranting about this job of mine since my FIRST contract renewal back in October of 08. And I've been saying I'm going to save up for myself starting God-knows-when. Fast forward to present date: I'm still in the same position, still on contract, and still paying 200+ on bank charges every month because I can't keep a 2k maintaining balance on my personal account. 

I'm learning the hard way that it's difficult to find a job for a Philosophy graduate who's not interested in pursuing further studies in Philosophy or Law. And with every job interview I go into, it's being more apparent that I'm not going to succeed in the marketing industry because of my educational background, and I can't even use my long tenure in a multinational company as grounds for other companies to take me in for their marketing department because of my company's seemingly alien nature to others' businesses (I mean, really, when I say manufacturing company, what comes to mind?). 

I've said countless times that if I become a sportswriter, I will be happy and contented despite the expected low pay. (I am looking at Quinito Henson and recently, that Nathanielz guy as inspiration. I hate them. And I feel that unless new people rise up, they will continue calling different sports events. Boom Gonzalez, with his great modulated voice but Atenean bravado(sorry, ever since the Uncle Jun conflict, I've been all negative to Ateneo. But really, most of it comes from my UAAP passion.) and bias, comes in at a close third.) But I don't know. My Summit application was a bust, and my Mega application has yet to have any news. Jobstreet's ad for a sportswriter for NL Crewnews hasn't hit me back yet, and I shot down my best chance to be a writer when I turned down a late offer by a company around Tektite (I wouldn't have, but I just signed a new contract that kept me here for the next 4 months) for a web content writer. 

Feeling so desperately in need of a job, I am almost looking into quitting this job entirely, and making a living out of playing poker. Then came that fateful day when my sister brought me to Metro Card Club. I lost about 900 in about an hour and a half trying to read opponents. Then I realized I probably am not that great of a player yet to make a living out of it. 

A couple of weeks back, my uncle talked to me about career. He's been trying to get me to work with him for the longest time. I didn't want to just yet, knowing full well that if I take that job, it'll be for the long haul, considering he's family. Yet, looking at my bleak options, I've decided to take up his offer: if after my 2nd 4-month contract with my current agency expires, and the company hasn't found a way to keep me here as a permanent employee, then I'll be joining his company, a distributor of the current company I'm working in. I'll be a sales rep for him, probably.

So after ranting about where I've been for the past couple of years, there's finally going to be a sure movement in my professional career. By September, I'm finally getting out of this shithole. 

...Although, yes, I'm going to be a bit torn. No more getting paid for sleeping and Facebooking. 

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Hi, I'm Voltaire!

It might be a lame-ass reason for being an employee working in the corporate world, but I've always sort of envied people who had an ID or calling card. To some extent, I missed having what I called a "tut-tut" ID back in ICT. It somehow gave me a sense of belongingness in an organization. I mean, not everyone can access some of the doors in offices, but I'm one of those who can. Having that ID kinda made me feel like I'm not like everyone else who walks in and logs in on the guard's logbook. 

And the calling card. Heck, it's pretty stupid. I can make a calling card of my own if I wanted to. But actually representing a company? Tsk. I want that. The idea of swapping cards with a friend and not having to pull up my mobile phone to register his/her number. Swapping cards seem more professional. 

Right now, I'm a calling card-less person whose ID is a laminated piece of cardboard, showing an agency that is best known for providing quality janitorial and clerical service people to different buildings and companies. I can't even wear that ID to get me in our building, thinking I'd be mistaken for a janitor or something. I mean, no offense, but it really is degrading to be stopped by building security, with you all looking professional, and then having to pull out an ID bearing my agency's name, and then having a janitor wearing the same ID.

I know who I am, but like Spongebob, who lost his ID once, I feel like I'm nobody if I don't have something that says who I am.