Jan 25 2013
I am posting this video clip on my blog in the hope that the authorities in the Philippines will become aware of this. Sana ay maparusahan ang mga adults na nakapaligid sa mga batang nag-iinuman, kasama na ang kumuha at nag upload ng video clip na ito sa youtube. This something serious and the people around are just making fun. This is terribly WRONG!
Apr 24 2012
Tell me what you brag about, and I’ll tell you what you lack.
My friends and I had a great discussion on Facebook regarding a BRAGGART. I was the one who started by posting this:
Bragging comes from a lack of self-confidence and a desire for external approval. Conversely, genuine modesty is a characteristic of someone who is secure with who they are. People who brag are calling attention to themselves because they don’t feel worthy of respect. It’s like wearing a sign that says “please notice me and tell me that I am special?
The discussion generated a long thread of comments and all opinions are equal. One of the comments really catches my attention which is from Jing.
Bragging – is a compensatory action to elevate ones own status or aggrandize ones own possession or endowment in an extremely obvious and exaggerated manner, due to the absence of confidence or the lack of self esteem (whichevah comes first). It believed not to be contagious but irritating to the 5 senses:
Smell – showing off too much perfume without even taking a shower.
Eyes/ Seeing – showing off loud colors and contrast and BIG BRANDs of the outfit without even thinking about the Season… yes, Season.
Hearing – babbling too much about whathaveyous, but in middle of the “babbles and FROTH” could not really stand and deliver. This is usually accompanied by an escalating gush of wind.
Touch – these type of people are highly corrosive, so it may burn your skin to a certain extent.
Taste – They are highly radioactive, so never ever lick their asses. In mild cases, there is always a “skull sign with X” on their forehead, this doesnt have to be licked nor tasted.
For your own safety, JUST STAY AWAY!!!
Below is an additional definition of a BRAGGER:
The braggart enjoys no credibility in what he/she says or proposes, unlike the truly intelligent person, who is modest and reserved. Quite the reverse, he/she dominates the conversation, not allowing others the time or opportunity to expose their own opinions, in this way depriving himself/herself of the insights of others, and onlookers the use of the word.
The braggart is not the high-spirited bon vivant that he imagines himself/herself to be. The true conversationalist is lively and brilliant in his/her ideas, moderate in his/her opinions, reserved in speaking of himself/herself, and discerning of situations. He/she takes into account the various circumstance, prudently judges persons and things, and expresses himself with goodness and tact.
In contrast, the braggart speaks in all directions at once, soon making contradictory statements. He/she violates the rules of logic in speech, plays with the truth, makes light of serious things, and ridicules acts of abnegation and sacrifice by his/her jocular tone and irreverent language. Through all his/her pores and from every word, egoism oozes from the braggart. He/she laughs at everything and dissolves the most serious topics – life and death, the sentiments of sorrow or pleasure, suffering and sacrifice – into vague notions.
The typical braggart has no authority on any topic, nor is he/she believed by anyone. Whether he/she realizes it or not, no one takes him/her seriously.
NOTE:
BATO-BATO SA LANGIT ANG TINAMAAN ANG NAGAGALIT!
Nov 20 2010
TO ALL FOLKS WHO WERE BORN IN THE 1950′s, 60′ s, 70′s and early 80′s !!
First, some of us survived being born to mothers who did not have an OB-Gyne and drank San Miguel Beer while they carried us.
While pregnant, they took cold or cough medicine, ate Linunod, balikutsa, bukhayo and didn’t worry about diabetes.
Then after all that trauma, our baby cribs were made of hard wood covered with lead-based paints, ang uban kay duyan nga habol gihigtan ug pisi nga inigtabyog ug kusog ma pakong intawon ta sa bongbong.
We had no soft cushy cribs that play music, no disposable diapers (lampin lang sa General Milling nga naa’y faded picture nga nag-salute), and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, no kneepads, wala pa gyu’y break ang bisikleta.
As children, we would ride in hot un-airconditioned buses with wooden seats (Bisaya Bus nga pultahan puros ang kilid, Corominas Bus nga senimana ang brake), or cars with no airconditioning & no seat belts (karon kay Minibus na nga nindot kaayo ug sounds or Ceres Bus nga bugnaw ug aircon)
Riding on the back of a carabao on a breezy summer day was considered a treat. (karon; ang mga bata wala na kaila ug Kabaw).
We drank water from the garden hose and NOT bottled mineral water sa Nature Spring or Viva, or Absolute Mineral water (usahay gani, straight from the faucet or poso or Tabay!)
We shared one soft drink bottle with four of our friends, and NO ONE actually died from this or contacted hepatitis.
We ate rice with star margarine, bahaw nga gibutangan ug asin ug mantika sa baboy, drank raw eggs straight from the shell and drank soft drinks with real sugar in it (dili diet coke or Pepsi Max), but we weren’t sick or overweight kay…
WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!!
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, and get back when the streetlights came on. Syatong, Bato-Lata, Bagol, Dakop-Dakop, Tago-Tago, Ngita’g Kaka.
No one was able to reach us all day ( wala pa’y uso ang cellphone) . And yes, we were O.K.
We would spend hours building our wooden trolleys (katong bearing ang ligid) or Karitong Kawayan nga karaang tsinilas ang giporma nga ligid and then ride down the street , wala ma’y gidungog nga naligsan atoh! After hitting the sidewalk or falling into a canal (sewage channel) a few times, we learned to solve the problem ourselves with our bare & dirty hands.
We did not have Playstations, Nintendo’s, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 100 channels on cable, no DVD movies, no surround stereo, no IPOD’s, no cell phones, no computers, no Internet, no chat rooms, and no Friendsters. …….. …WE HAD REAL FRIENDS and we went outside to actually talk and play with them!
We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no stupid lawsuits from these accidents. The only rubbing we get is from our friends with the words..sakit bai ? pero kung kontra gani nimo ang imong kadula,,,,singgitan lang dayon ug..Mayra,Gabaan!
We played marbles (jolen) in the dirt , washed our hands just a little and ate Pan Bahug-bahug & Bagumbayan (recycled bread man diay to kay wala mahalin!) We were not afraid of getting germs in our stomachs.
We had to live with homemade guns (giporma nga kahoy, gihigtan ug garter ug lastiko) , saplong , tirador ug uban pa nga pwedeng magkasakitay. Pero lingaw gihapon kaayo ang tanan.
We made up games with sticks ( syatong ), and cans ( Bato-Lata )and although we were told they were dangerous, wala man gyud to’y actual nga nabuta bah, bukol lang nuon sa agtang naa.
We walked, rode bikes, or took tricycles to a friend’s house and knocked on the door or batoon ug gagmay nga bato ang bungbong, or just yelled for them to jump out the window!
Mini basketball teams had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn’t pass had to learn to deal with the disappointment. Wala pa nang mga childhood depression ug damaged self esteem ek-ek ra na. Ang maglagot, pildi.
Ang mga Ginikanan naa ra sa daplin para motan-aw ra sa duwa sa mga bata, dili para manghilabot ug makig-away sa ubang parents.
That generation of ours has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers, creative thinkers and successful professionals ever! They are the CEO’s, Engineers, Doctors and Military Generals of today.
Jan 25 2009
Last Friday, on our way to Ulm…while flipping Auto Bild magazine, I found a picture which looks so familiar to me. The image was featured under Leserfoto ((reader’s photograph)) column. Underneath was written “Please count: One (!) bicycle with twelve (!) passengers discovered by our reader Dennis Schoof in Manila (Philippines)”.
I want to ride a bicycle…I want to ride a bike.
I can imagine how amused the photographer was as he saw it. O siguro laking mangha niya nang makita niya ito dahil walang ganyang sasakyan dito sa Germany. It can’t be possible too dahil hindi ito lulusot sa TÜV (Technische Überwachungs Verein) ((Technical Monitoring Association)).
Hehehe, hindi lang nila alam tayong mga Pilipino ay super innovative in different fields. But let us stick to the topic “vehicle innovation”.
What about this one here? Well I think the image below is very common to us. Yon bang may isa o dalawang taong aangkas sa motorsiklo. But you know, in the most outback part of Butuan or maybe some parts of other provinces, where jeepneys only travel once a day…a single motorbike as public transportation is a hit for locals and day-trippers.
Get your motor runnin’ head out on the highway, lookin’ for adventure, and whatever comes our way…
Last but not least, this is something you might have not seen yet. A skylab. Or sky love? I am not really sure of the name, but what the heck. I saw this one on our way to Butuan City last May 2008. I was wondering how passengers got on to it.
The driver needs or requires great balancing act. Di ba? Haven’t experienced riding a vehicle such as this one yet. But I think I’d rather walk than catch a ride on a Skylab. Not because I am maarte, pero natatakot ako na baka ito ay bumalintong. Paano nalang ang aking high heel shoes (charing), my false eyelashes, my whatevah? Ay basta’t akoy maglalakad nalang.
O, anong say niyo sa mga sasakyan sa probinsiya???
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