A beautiful let-down…

            Disgust resonates in my soul as I make this post, no respect for those phonies at heart who have forsaken us amidst this battle. I raise my middle finger in salutation to them. No kudos again I guess.

            Sadly, it was a landslide defeat for the restless, hope was not even around when Judas was mockingly kissing my ass. We were betrayed, point, shoot, kill…we were shot from behind. It was a silent killing spree in the mid of summer, a genocide of hopes and dream. As my friend weeps in sadness, I saw a horde of wolves dancing like bacchanals in a beat of pagan ritual. Silently, I smear at the sight of this and what sickens me is that, it’s those assholes who were stupidly asking for others commitment and effort, yet it’s they themselves that are the one who’s giving just a snip of it. Pretension rises as those hypocrites tries to hide their wicked heart. Again, lust and deceit was covered with their lies. Lovers voted like the other has no sense of freewill letting the other half decide for their cause, all is just wasted.

            Are we that hypocrite? Haven’t we learned anything? Are we still the same old phonies horsing around with bibles and fiery word of love and disgust. We brag so much on this salvation that we forgot that it’s free and it’s for all of us. Fire rages inside my heart as this hatred engulfs my dream and reasoning. Assholes, acting like someone and you are nothing in front of my eyes, have we forgotten that this planet was made without us? How can we think that my world would be nothing without you? Grow up, you’re nothing.

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            It saddens me to think that we fight not with the same cause; we live in an unparalleled universe where egos bloat, and position is being brag right before our eyes. Hallucinated, you soar in this sky of blasphemy where your balls are being lick by your dogs, and your Johnson is being suck by lynches just like you.  It’s been years since we’ve clashed, head on collision, blood spills truout the floor that you crack your brains intensely that your reasoning was far worse than Patrick star. Your ideas and stand doesn’t reflect our vision, arrogantly, you boast where you are right now. Why don’t you step down?

           

            But tell me, where are you really now? Did you gain anything? Did you achieve something? 4yrs strong had passed and still you’re the one clinging to false-ass-kissing-promise, creating a delusional world where you can mix and match your pagan beliefs with our Christian doctrines, a Gentile at heart acting like you’re the anointed one, and as far as I am concern you were restlessly spiting in my face and I’m taking it as an insult. Hell I care with, seniority and position, where no government or any multi-national company for you to tell me to give my praise to you, Are you some kind of moron to ask for what you yourself cannot give? Hell, you’re no Jesus, not even a fucking Elvis to insist yourself on self-proclaimed pedestal.  I give praise to no one except those who worked for it, I mean we are a church, and as far as I can remember, our former pastor told us that we don’t have any head except 1, and that is Jesus, maybe you were too busy kissing my ass that you didn’t hear it, sorry for you. All I can give you is my middle finger.

             

            How long must we live in this utter lies? What would it take for you to learn and understand that we are not living in the same pace? This is the real world were all must dig the earth for us to live? Why don’t you try to live without any allowance, let’s see if you’ll work as a fulltime. In this world of pretension, it’s easy to say things that you yourself cannot stand. Easier said than done, we demand things that are too far from reality.  We cast words of blasphemies and plant false hope to those weak at heart.  It’s easy to trick others with your wicked desire by using sweet lies, having a position was never a synonym of respect, and respect is not something you can buy. In this so called church denomination, all must learn to humble, give respect and be a servant, a leader leads, not point ant tell others what to do, politicians maximises his significance in politics and not in his home, a shepherd leads his sheep, and not just stand and let other do the rest. If by any means, we only want to just sit around and let other do the job, might as wll give up the position and find a new job. Mentor will always be a mentor, and a sensei will always be a sensei, but what happen when a pastor doesn’t want to lead anymore…it is called, mafia.

Song for the restless…

Bruised and degraded,

Slowly she gets up…

Wiping her tears,

She moves on to a different path.

Living her fragments of sorrow,

She looks for a bright tomorrow…

Melancholy and agony was left behind,

She stood head held up high.

She never expected the pain,

Her sorry heart was slain,

Her moral is disdained,

Pity was the only thing she gained.

Sleepless nights, Endless fights,

Their forever has been torn apart…

He squeezed her hands tight,

Yet he let go of her heart.

Broken, she tries to move forward,

Summoning all her strength

Gathering all her reasons,

She tries so hard to go on and fight.

With nothing left to loose,

She let go of her past.

Rushing towards the cliff,

Just to get him back.

This time she won’t let go,

This time I won’t let go.

An Art Called Noise Pollution

                                                                                                    

            “Too much love will kill you,” and a prolonged exposure too political aspirants jingle will damage your brain, erase all your sanity within and cause at times cardiac-arrest. Bad music causes disaster and oblivion, rape and all the catastrophes in the world much like seeing any image of Kris Aquino will make you feel sick and just want to throw up, and at this kind of chaotic scene, I always resort to my kind of music, turn the volume knob to its fullest and blast away all those fucking pain in the ass, ear shattering noise pollution. Self-deprivation of good music may cause a delusional world called Philippines and listening to the likes of ai-ai and Diet let this country to give birth to another trash, Jovit Baldovino.

            First and foremost, I am not holding any grudge towards the guy, he has a good voice. But that’s it, period. Having a kick ass voice, a hell-I-can-fucking-reach-those-high-notes throat doesn’t mean that you’ll have a good taste of music too. A good example of this is his songs. Okay-okay, so he won the title in a talent search for singing Brian May’s song, but the judges there doesn’t even had a taste for real talent and one of them doesn’t have any talent herself. So, he was largely influenced by hair-metal, tight-jeans-see-my-dick-blot-jeans music due to his father failure to succeed in the music business. So he grew up with Bon Jovi, Axel Rose and Sebastian Bach as his mentor, Sir eddie van halen was beside them whenever they are practicing and it was the late great lord Freddie Mercury who tap his back and told him to compete in the competition. But it didn’t mean that he would really grew with the right kind of sounding, the right taste between you sound good and you suck. Common, let’s face it haven’t you seen the way he sang? He looks like a Piolo Pascual having a hard time unleashing his wrath due to excessive use of his rear entrance by Sam Milby.

            Fine, music is for us to hear and not to see, then why are they still releasing worthless shit? I mean common, is that all to his music? I still remember his awful song on a bus I was riding for manila last month, I just can’t remember the title and the lyrics, but the music itself is poorly crafted that it really registered in my mind. It sounded really awful that I was about to puke beside a nice looking asshole beside me. If only I haven’t paid the fare, I might had took of the bus and wait for another one or maybe if only I was using a portable music player, then this post wouldn’t even exist in the first place. But why is it still being played in some radio stations? Listening to this kind of music would inflict self-harm without them noticing it, it’s the main source of road accidents for it damages your brain too much, that one wouldn’t even have time to stop and think before their mindless acts.

            As the Election Day comes nearer every day, more and more worthless shit hits the air to pesterized our ears with their un-mindful campaign jingles. Think of this, they would play their jingle as early as 6am to wake you up from your slumber, hell; they really got your attention didn’t they? They would turn their volume like there’s no tomorrow to shatter all your ear waxes, when, mind you, they care none on how they sound, they would just sit behind the wheels and roam freely around your turf and spit in your face cause you can do none to stop this chaos…and much of the time, they sound like your nagging mother having a bad sex day because your old man’s Johnson wont wake up. I think, all candidates for a government seat must have a crash course on sound engineering, I mean come’ on.  If you really want to win Juan dela cruz heart, might as well learn how to sing and crate a good music…and invest on good, if not the best, sound system. If you’re living somewhere here in my town, then you might as well have heard of those screeching jingles. Some would sound like tiya pusit due to lack of bass and over use of treble, and some sounds like a scratching paper mix with a very low farting sound due to the excessive use of bass. What’s with the jingle if voters won’t even listen to it due to its pitiful sounding? Worst case scenario, Even the aspirant hate his own jingle.

            We, Filipinos love to sing, in the toilet, kitchen, hotel, park, even in the Celebes Sea. I can think of any occasion that there’s no any kind of music within a 5meter radius. From wedding bands to death bands, birthday karaoke to wake’s singing marathon-till-you-die-too. And as far as I can remember, it was a Filipino inventor who made the karaoke. We love music too much that even Abraham Laboriel was stunned in awe to us on how good we are in copying and studying others music. We have so much passion in this that our country has produced the likes of Kirk Hammet, Arnel Pineda to name some, “Charisse Pempenco is from another race called hydrofied, and I don’t want to nag on her egocentric attitude at this moment.” I think it was just last year when sir Francis Brew Reyes posted something on his FB wall on how he envies others country by means of investing on good music. Bear this in mind, there’s no such thing as a Beautiful knob nor any good voice volume on any mixers and amps, all that you would see is low, middle and high, so would you all please study on how to mix and blend it properly and most of all, please invest the right speakers for the right mixer. Think of this, you would not brew a coffee using freezing water right?

Serves Them Right

-by Jack Falvey

Readers Digest, February 1993 issue.

                        Where I live are two similar buildings that I visit regularly. Both are free-standing, single story structures with ample parking and drive through facilities. Each has a canvas banner tied across the front. One says, “Try Our Chicken Fajitas”; the other, “Try Our ATM,” or automated teller machine. In many ways they are in similar businesses. The wonder is that they take such different approaches to the same customers.

            Dick Morrison, owner of the local McDonald’s, discovered that more than 50% of his business   came at his drive-through window. So he ripped out the side of his building and added a second window just for the cash part of the transaction. The existing window was used for order pickups. He then attached two-way radios to his employees so they could work as a team to better serve his driving customers. The object was to serve more customers faster, and thus build volume and profits.

            At the other business, a local branch bank, a larghe number of customer used the drive-through window. It did double duty. Hooked up to the window was a vacuum-tube system that connected with an-other drive-through unit on a small island opposite. This way, two customers could be served at once. However, the bank figured that switching the customer island to as automated teller machine would cut cost and increased profits. So the vacuum-tube unit was torn out and replace with an ATM. An hour was also cut off the drive-through window schedule.

            Soon there were long lines at the drive-through window, and customers were complaining. Ever the salesman, the bank manager replied that ATMs are the next great wonder of the world, and that everyone should give the machine the machine.

            At McDonald’s, Dick Morrison has an office in his building. He is seldom in it. He says his customers won’t take the trouble to go back to see him, so he works outside a lot, cleaning up trash and pruning the roses. Everyone in town knows that the guy in the cardigan sweater and baseball cap is Dick and that he owns the place.

            Inside McDonald’s, even though there are many more customers than in the bank, there are no red-rope mazes. No one says, “Who’s next?” all you here is, “Can I help you over here?” Behind the counter is a level of activity an army gun crew would admire. Sometimes three people will fill just one order. They look over ones shoulder at the computer screens and run to get what’s missing. All the managers help when things become busy. Often, during lunch hour, Morrison cooks the fries to free one more counterperson and speed up his operation

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            At the bank, the manager has an office on the corner of the building. It has two glass walls, so the drive in-line often wraps right around it. Everyone can see him in there, either on the phone or doing paper work. Since his back is to the windows, he never makes eye contact to those in line.

            Sometimes people line outside park their cars, hoping to get through quicker on the inside. But the teller line inside seldom seems to have more than two windows open. There maybe three or four extra workers doing things in the back, but they are usually too busy to help the people standing in line. And to all those bank people sitting at their desk only ten feet away, the customer seems to be always invisible.

             Do people talk about the fast service at McDonald’s?  Always, for they always go there. Do people talk about the slow service at the bank? All the time. And they do everything they can to keep them from going there. They cash checks at the supermarket or the gas station. They send deposits by mail.

            Knowing what customer needs and want is basic to any business. The people at McDonald’s have mastered this lesson. Many experienced bank managers have not. And they are paying the price. The  folks in my town aren’t surprised that McDonald’s has been thriving, while the area’s bank have not.

The Unsung heroes…

            For a moment, rage slips away from my head, hatred seems to vanish along with my insipid dreams and a thought just pop up inside my quarter pounder that had push me to putdown my pitchfork and wipe these grin from my efing face. I’d been pestering them relentlessly since day1 of my blogging days, and I just felt that it’s time to let hatred and animosity be dissolved and wash away in this sea of forgotten praises. To give my respect to some of my bosses who silently strives to be a better human, if not a manager. Yet still, kudos to them!

            Seriously, does anyone here know that they are not paid equally on holidays? That they don’t have any double pay on holidays, or any Over-Time payment for their extended time of work? Common, let’s not be so Rachel dela Cruz and be a hypocrite at heart! Though they eat a lot, that’s all that can take back for working long fucking hours with no payment, I mean, is this the real essence of charity? If you could only hear how our kuya scold them in their meeting, how they work mindless our just to make ate and kuya happy. OT without payment, not even Over Thank you, but Over Tawad.

            I’m no ass kisser or a dick sucker like those insipid phoneys at store, all I know is that, its time I give my praise to my bosses who steadfastly absorb all the brutal verbal assault not only from us but also from those higher niggards. But please, I beseech you my friends to spare me from your mockery for sansan and ethel would be the least of all that I will give my praises to. You see, like an ancient ninjas, they have stealthy mastered the art of looking down on us, they have stoop on us so low that they treat us like no humans, but a mere peasant, if not a robot that must forcedly work because we are highly paid, but then again, I’m not here to nag on those fucking two, but to give credit to our unsung heroes…our managers.

            All we know about them is they eat a lot, pesterize our shifts, nag on our uniforms, but isn’t that their job, or maybe not? But are all of them like sansan who love to spin round-and-roun the whole store to ruin our hopes and dreams, Hell no! Had you been ever been pesterized or documented by jayjune? Hell, no one here I think, has ever been drag to hell by jayjune due to our late, cash over short or simply by our utter mindless acts to not follow our standards? I give my credit to him not because he’s my friend or due to the fact that he’s my “kumpare” but because of this, whenever that he’s our mic, I can say arrogantly that we always had a smooth shift, he trust us so much to let us handle our job, and it’s a fucking nice thing.

            For an instance, think about mam cel, though she loves to fire fiery words of corrections, it was never a personal matter. Though some asshole acuse her of having “favouritism, she never had, were all treated in the same way as others, though at times you might see her treating others in a higher resperct, its only due to this. Their doing their jobs at heart, and if you want to feel it too, maybe stop nagging on things you care none and start working.

            I still remember a former manager, s’ Ricky, he was my mentor, a good teacher who moulded me to what I am now, he taught me on vast field of things that I’m using on my job now, I was never trained properly only by him and by the MRC book, and I’m no William or Enteng, but I have my ways to fix things as much as I can.

            Think of M’ hazel, she’s happy and gay, and that’s how are shifts whenever she’s around, I can’t even think of a single documentation that I received from her. Was it because she’s my friend and batch mate in our work, maybe yes and maybe not, yet still I like working whens she’s the MIC.

How about M’ Pre and M’ Clarriz? If you’re a thunder cats, then you might have noticed the changes in them, and a change with progress is a good thing! If only you’ve met them 5yrs ago, you might have said that they are the daughters of hell. But as I said, they have change a lot, and give my deepest respect to them now! Kudos to the both of them.

And how about M’ Gay? All I can say is that she never pesterized me since day 1, its a little bias here. I haven’t even mentioned, S’ lon, M’ jeime, S’ Eugene who I have a big respect too, though they are assigned in other stores now.

At the end of the day, some of us might still hate them, others might still try too shoot them from behind, yet still smile in front of them, but that’s how life is, we’re all just phoneys at heart! As I end this post, some of you might have soften a little towards them and give now their due respects. If we just try to stop hating them and try to think of this, we won’t be scold or documented if we haven’t done anything wrong, am I not right? In a horse race, the winning horse didn’t win because he wanted too, but because of the pain from the whipping of its jockey who wants him to win, so if you feel like the pain is intolerable, they just want you to win badly for they believe in you so much. Don’t be like those former crews who hate our store so much yet it’s our store that brought in their tables for many days…fucking assholes! I remember S’ j-em once said, work is work, if your being scolded it’s due to the kind of your work, nothing personal. Our managers are still workers, were all workers here… we share all the pain inside this, they just don’t show you, believe me, you cannot stand how they are being humiliated in their meeting…we are all casualties here.