Perth on Dead Poets Society

found this on Dead Poets Society's page on watch-moves.net:

Perth: "Back when you are young, you never really stopped to think what in the world you were doing with your life. You simply lived for the day, hoped your grades would be enough to pass, and that's it. Long term thinking involved maybe flirting with someone you fancy, nothing more.

What this film showed me was that we have the responsibility and the joy of being alive in this planet. That we only have precious little time to make a difference. That we have a moral obligation to "seize the day, and make our lives extraordinary". That the world, basically is ours. That the only limitations are within ourselves, and that we owe it to us to fight, to rebel against conformity, to change what we hate and keep what we love. That living in this world is a beautiful responsibility, and that only cowards dare not to change it for the better."

when the call gets pranked

after two long weeks of paid leave (woohoo, it's paid! - one of the major benefits of being a loyal employee), i finally went to work last night. i had this call with "mr.gatekeeper" which really turned me gaga, i almost tumbled down from my seat. hell, it was a hard "RFLMAO" (rolling on the floor, laughing my ass off) joyride!


mr.gatekeeper: ELO.

me: Yeah. Hi. I'm try'n'a reach "mr.label person"

mr.gatekeeper: SHE IN the RESTING room. YOU CALL later, ok?



yes, i know. holy guacamole! that's a lang bang! you know, language barrier: spanish no-pik-eeenglish peolple (most prominent) - they are the HINOJOSAs, the CECERESes, and the CABALLEROs; vietnamese: the NGUYENs - call them NGUYEN and they'll scold you like hell. guys, it's ngyen.; the TRANs, SINGHs, NGs, and PATELs.

most of them usually do not speak nor understand english. or if they do, then it's a "sorrri, pik-little eeenglish" case.

we call them lang bang. well, i do not have any personal grudge towards these people. it's just that in a call center, whenever you have mentioned the name of your company, client, or the product itself (or even your own name!) then you should end that freakin' call with a tiring TCPA (telephone consumer protection act) close, "thank you for your time. if you have any questions about this call, please dial 1-800-blah blah blah blah.... have a nice day!"

at the beginning of the call, these people would just say, "uhuh. me. me." so there's no reason for us to drop the call. we would get into the middle of the spiel until they give up, "ohh sorrri... no-pik-eeenglish." darn it!


ok, so what's with language?
1. we call restroom a restroom and not a resting room
2. neither can we call comfort room a comforting room
3. we call powder room a powder room and not a powdering room
4. why is no-smoking area not no-smoke area? can an area smoke?
5. why is sleeping quarters called as such? are there really sleeping quarters?
6. is there an english-speaking school?

well, the answers are falling flat on our faces. it's just than when you're into the call center industry, you'll get used to hearing hard-hitting errors. i swear! it's mortifyin'!

you'll get calls with label persons as mr.langis, mr.biological nutrition, mr.tule, mr.dude... now who would not laugh, especially when people around you are just as crazy as the label persons' names? it's a phone call away from that house in mandaluyong.

flash fiction: "balisong"

Takot na takot siya sa balitang nasagap niya nung gabing iyon. Gusto na sana niyang maniwala na ang Pilipinas ay isang bansang isinumpa sa dami ng mga halang ang kaluluwang umaaligid-aligid at ang pinagtitripan ay ang mga kapwa nila mahihirap.

Ang sabi sa balita, may serial killer daw na gumagala malapit lang sa bahay nila at kinukuha ang laman loob ng mga kabataang napapatay nito. Pakana daw ito ng ilang mga mayayaman na walang mapagkunan ng organs para sa mga kapamilya nilang kailangang magpa-transplant. Marami rin namang nagsasabing gawa-gawa lang daw ang issue para sumunod ang mga tao sa curfew. Napakalawak ng deskripsyon sa killer. Basta ang palatandaan lang daw ay lagi itong naka-puruntong, may dalang camouflage na buddy bag, at nag-aabang-abang sa mga kanto kapag kaunti na lang ang mga tao sa gabi. Naku, hilig pa naman niyang umuwi ng madaling araw galing sa inuman. Napapadalas ito nang napapadalas simula nang matanggal siya sa trabaho. Hindi man sila umiinom, tumitira naman sila ng bato. Naisip niya, mas madali siyang mabibiktima ng serial killer dahil laging siyang lupaypay kapag umuuwi at siguradong walang laban.

Nasabi na lang niya sa sarili, “Ah, mabuti na lang at mayroon akong balisong dito. Kahit atakihin niya ako ngayong gabi, siguradong hindi ako mapupuruhan. Kahit papaano’y may panlaban ako.”

Alam niyang malakas siya kapag nakaka-tira ng bato, pero hindi rin siya sigurado dahil bago sila gumamit, nagpapakalango muna siya sa alak hanggang sa halos hindi na magising.

“Bahala na,” nasabi na lang niya sa sarili matapos maligo. Ayaw niyang maka-miss ng kahit isang session. Panlibang niya ito sa sarili at panlaban sa sunud-sunod na kamalasan sa buhay.

Dali-dali siyang nagbihis at kumuha ng tatlong alak sa aparador pang-ambag sa session nila. Ngayon lang siya makakapag-ambag dahil ngayon lang siya nagka-pera. Gin-bulag pare. Hassle bitbitin. Dali-dali niyang isinilid ang mga ito sa kung anong nadampot na bag at isinama na rin ang balisong na inaasahan niyang makakapagligtas ng buhay niya sakaling maispatan siya ng killer, sabay sibat.

Mabilis natapos ang session nila. Nakasulit siya ng alak at bato. Oras na para umiwi. Wala na siyang takot. Nilakad niya ang daan patungo sa madilim na kanto, malapit lang sa kanyang bahay at nakakita ng anino isang ng animo’y demonyo sa di kalayuan. Agad siyang naglabas ng balisong at...

“Huli ka!” sabay sunggab sa demonyo.

Pinagsasaksak niya ito at hiniwa ang tiyan, hinalukay ang buong kalamnan, ibinato sa kung saan. Kinuha niya ang atay nito, isinilid sa plastik at ipinasok sa camouflage na bag. Wasak na wasak ang pobreng estudyante at iniwang nakahandusay sa isang gilid, habang siya ay mabilis na tumatakbo papunta sa isang malaking bahay. May katagpo. May bibili.

reflections

lethargy got the better of me. i'd rather post it this way. i don't think there would be a better way of expression than real conversations... (what an excuse! ) this one was with my cousin, tj-- one of the few people i'd spend my entire strength with talking about the greatness of life...


tina: we are left w/ no choice but join the cult of education and labor when in fact, the best things in life are for free

tj: yeah but lyk that they say, "u aim high, u pay high." "u want a gud job, gud life, beter hav a gud education."

tina: kaya i don't like math eh

tj: me 22222222222222

tina: it makes life complicated: math=technology

tj: i knoe

tina: pero san ba mas masaya ang tao? diba sa arts pa rin? ano yung nakakapag-nurture ng soul? don't tell me it's numbers! hindi naman sa against ako sa changes, pero kasi ngaun hindi na praktikal eh. sobra na yung innovation na sa sobrang bilis e ang daming naiiwan. the world becomes exclusive para sa mga may pera. so tau, nagiging followers na rin ni kuya "money"

tj: i'll give u a quote. one of my favorites. dont forget this

"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?" Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be? "

tj: that's robin williams as john keating in the movie Dead Poets Society

tina: wow........ ganda!

tj: yup. one of d most beautiful quotes ive heard

ako: ganda... wat wil your verse be?- panalo


so there. life is a continuous statement. at the end of the day, how you spent your life within the entire day is what counts. it feels good to go on and tell the world what your own statement is. the world is ours. you are a part of it. make it a part of you... :)

Is it their search for truth or the other way around?

Over the years, the government and media are slowly losing their reputation and credibility. The politics of survival has long been affecting the very nature of profession that interests were trimmed down to that of the personal and profitable; and now that the country is facing serious issues of corruption and left-and-right double deals, it is a bit ironic that the institutions known for candy-coating salient issues are now at the forefront of the country’s search for truth.

In Richard Linklater’s animated movie, Waking Life, offered was a keen observation on how powerful the media has become—that it has changed the way people looked at things: “Sure, the media tries to put a sad face on these things, painting them up as great human tragedies. But we all know the function of the media has never been to eliminate the evils of the world. No. Their job is to persuade us to accept those evils and get used to living with them.”

Who’s to blame? If media allowed their honest opinions to appear in the newspapers, before twenty-four hours, their occupation would be gone. The government, on the other side, is playing hero in the country’s search for elusive truth. But who really conceals it?

We are always in search of truth when the answers are already falling off our faces. The truth is in us. In fact, it was probably in search of us for God-knows-how-long. A Jun Lozada is not enough nor credible enough to claim it. Just look at the way he defends his sudden declaration of his “truth” and probably you’ll doubt. What does he want? He is now swimming in the pool of fame. I still could not believe the stardom he got from the Ateneo people when he visited there for his “in-search-of-truth campaign.”

People grew tired of believing. The quest for truth is always open-ended and most of the time left unanswered. The responsibility should not only be claimed by the government and the media. They alone are not enough to call for truth. They, too, have their own delineations. If at this time, people cannot absolutely entrust their affairs with the two powerful clusters, then the change must start within themselves. In either way, people just have to learn how to let the truth speak for itself.

rebound

at ano naman ang akala nyo sa amin? hingahan ng sama ng loob? kwentuhan ng lablayp?

hindi kami diary na binibisita gabi-gabi para lang mag-digest ng kung anu-anong nangyari sa inyo sa araw-araw na lang na ginawa ng Diyos. napupuyat at nagsasawa rin kami sa mga kwento nyo! wala kaming balak gumawa ng thesis ng buhay nyo.

we're not always fond of your stories, your so-called philisophies, angst, dreams and whatever else you can think of. yes, we can be so tolerant to share the same laughter but it doesn't mean that we're so damn into your routines.

we also have our own nights. we have our own stories. if you could just try to listen, maybe our puzzles are much more difficult than yours. we are also capable of making silly stuffs, or just fool around to cut the cold moonless nights. we are women; we are human. we can feel... and probably it's deeper than you do...

so if you think you're earning another mean-time girl, better think again. we may lose ourselves to someone for some time, but a heart runs fast as a bullet. it kills, then it's emptied...