My Strong Opinion

The wisdom of Calvin and Hobbes

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So yeah.  I don’t think it comes as a surprise that I am a potty mouth.  I don’t think my mom will ever wake up to the day when she would approve of my potty mouthness.  I don’t think there will ever be that day, in this lifetime or the next or the next.

Do you even remember the first time you said a bad word?  A good ol’ PI or fuck or shit or dammit?  I can.  And it is that funny incident when I was in Grade 1 that led me to the guidance counselor’s office and had my parents pick me up.  Yes, I got in trouble in that early of an age.

But then I wonder what would have happened if I didn’t have a healthier channel of expressing my anger.  I get pretty pissy actually.  If I didn’t learn cursing, I would have been…

an alcoholic/drunkard.

A drunkard. But then again, I am kind of now. But not in that big way. I'm a good drinker. Though it does happen often already.

a female bodybuilder.

Freaky muscles transforming my boobs to skin.

Or a really angry person.

Yes, I can be like this. Most of the time I'm angry.

So I guess I have to thank God’s good humor for allowing me to find cursing as a channel for my anger.  I know it makes me look crass and makes people think I’m a sailor, but.. yeah.  I need it.

Wisdom can come at a very young age.

See?  You can learn much better things from comic strips.  :)

Fairy tales and dragons

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I don’t think I can ever exclude fairy tales from my future kids’ lives.  I know they completely set the rules for girls to live by.  They created Prince Charming, evil stepmothers, cruel stepsisters, epically perfect horses, theme songs and well, ball gowns.

I knew it wasn't always just me!

So I guess there are just some stories that would need to wait till they’re far older to determine which would be a good fairy tale and which would make a great story.

My kids will make their own stories. :)

Oh to sleep with dreams so sweet. :)

Can you finish this sentence?

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I cannot wait to tell you all about the Big Bang Bazaar that happened this weekend (and by all, I mean the good, the bad and the ugly!), but for now, I just want to know what you think.

If it’s not evident yet, I am a romantic.  Hopeless sometimes, but I think most of the time hopeful.  I like to think that everything has a purpose and that we were brought to where we are for a reason.  But that doesn’t necessarily mean I surrender everything to fate.  Some things, I make happen still.  Or at least I’d like to think so.

And some things just come to me.  I like imagining things, and sometimes, it almost feels like I willed myself to make something happen.  Like I thought about it too much that it had no other choice to be here.  Like the night I met Dylan.  I said, I miss feeling something powerful.  And when I first met Dylan, I was just superbly annoyed.  Like amazingly annoyed for no reason whatsoever.  The rest, as they say, is history.

So how about you?  Do you still remember the times when it felt like you willed something to happen?

How about you finish this sentence for me then? :)  It doesn’t have to be addressed to the night you met me; I don’t love myself that much (haha).  Think of the night you met this person and see if you willed this person to be in your life.  What were you thinking then?  What were you doing?  Do you think fate brought you there?  Was it a coincidence?  Was it purposeful?  Or was it a mere happenstance?

Let’s make this your dead letter. :)

How is the RH Bill worse than Martial Law?

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I couldn’t help but react to this piece of news I spotted when I visited Yahoo! Philippines’ homepage.  According to EX-Mayor Lito Atienza of Manila, the Reproductive Health Bill is worse than Martial Law.  From what I can derive from the newspiece, he gave this statement because the bill is “unconstitutional” and “anti-life”.  Also, it compels women to take drugs that will destroy their bodies.

Now, Congressmen who would support this measure will be given an additional P10 million their countrywide development fund or pork barrel.  Atienza was quoted quipping that it would be their “condom development fund”.

What really baffles me is how he finds this bill worse than the Martial Law.  Isn’t Martial Law the law that ignited the silence of journalists?  Suppression, lifting of habeas corpus, abductions and growth of desaparecidos, not to mention the inhumane treatment of political prisoners?  How is the RH Bill, whose main goal is to educate people of proper family planning, worse than the law that shutdown all media establishments and cost the country billions and billions in deficit?

Ang labo lang para ikumpara ang isang bagay na naglalayon iangat ang pang-unawa ng Pilipino sa isang batas na pumatay ng maraming Pilipino.

Did they not hear the news?  Even the Pope okayed the use of condoms.  The Pope himself recognized the fact that these things, however artificial, can prolong life and prevent the transfer of disease.

Besides, isn’t it also included in the RH bill that information must first be disseminated, individuals educated of how to use and when to use these contraceptives?  The RH Bill isn’t just wanting to throw pills and condoms in their faces; it aims to tell them how to use them PROPERLY so as not to destroy female bodies.  With proper guidance and monitoring, these contraceptives will not only control population growth.  This bill can actually make the Filipino smarter when it comes to proper family planning.

Minsan talaga mas mabilis ang bibig kesa sa utak.  At nakakahiya, sa totoo lang, na dokumentado ang mga minsang pagkakataon na yon.

Please be more careful with your words, Mr Atienza.  You are insulting the RH Bill supporters, who all want to guarantee a family life of more quality than the ones we have now, by inciting they are worse than the most cruel dictator this country has come to know.

Read this piece of news from Yahoo! Philippines and Philippine Star.

Recovering from the long weekend

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I cannot even begin to explain the difficulty of recovering from a long weekend.  I honestly believe I enjoyed it too much, even though all I did was watch movies.  For those who follow me on Twitter, you can so tell that I was perfectly happy with my self-imposed movie marathon.  After all, the working class don’t always get four-day vacations.  I mean, come on!  The hospitality and healthcare industry don’t even get breaks like these.  So imagine how much power I felt I had.  And I used it all up by watching movies.

I can’t say that I didn’t enjoy it, but I can say this:

It’s something that’s inherent in long vacations.  I even brought home my work laptop in hopes of completing, if not starting, some of my long laundry list of to dos, but yeah, that never really happened.  Somehow, I always end up enjoying too much of my vacation, so when reality strikes, it slaps me in the face like a scorned bitch.

Fell asleep around 9 last night, woke up at 11, fell asleep at 1 in the morning.  And I woke up at 5:30 today.  And I have no choice because Mondays are manic.  If I don’t get up or get ready soon, I am sure to have a hard time commuting to work.

So I’ve come up with three possible options:  (1) move out and live somewhere closer to work, so I wouldn’t have to commute on the day the car is not allowed by the government to be on the road, (2) loan some money and get my own car, that is of course after completing my driving lessons and overcoming my fear of being ran over by a truck and (3) convince the government how healthy and productive it is for employees when they are granted brief but frequent vacations.  Hey, a happy employee is a productive employee.

Just saying. :)  Have a great workweek, everyone.