The RANT page

One of my favorite class in college which I never skipped and in fact, spared me from the insanely boring summer classes way back 2005; JOURNALISM.

Being that much fascinated by it, I gave up half of my allowance for a daily copy of the papers, be it Philippine Daily Inquirer, Manila Bulletin, or Philippine Star. Once a copy land on my hand, I instantly pin myself into the nearest chair and flip pages after pages. Even these days, I make it a point to pamper myself with a good read. But the glorious days of sparing some penny for a copy has ended as communication media blossomed on the www, making it easier for the netizens to get their daily dose of the current events. I mostly browse over opinion page. I find the columns there very appealing in the sense that the columnists were (for me) the replica of the brave heroes of the lost times. Valiant, Fearless, Bold, and Daring.

But how will I treat an article of this kind?

Those ugly murals under the edsa flyovers by Neal H. Cruz of inquirer.net.

Has the Opinion section of the broadsheets turned into a RANT page?

If that is so, I was not informed. I should have been informed!

How would you like being pricked?

Imagine a zit.

This little infection sits in your face one morning and your whole day is messed up before it actually begins. 

But what does a zit do? Nothing.  It comes and goes but definitely won't be a permanent resident on your face. You despise its existence and even curse as it progress into a full blown zit. But the thing is, you invite it in. Your lifestyle. Your mood. Your diet. They contribute to its production. For all you know, the zit doesn't like you back too. But what can it do? Your invitation is tempting and the poor guy's only wish is to have a vast space of its own to grow and populate. The guy doesn't like the nagging very much but you yell at it all the time. If only it can yell back. So the love-hate relationship between you and Mr. Zit survived for quite sometime.  

Then one fateful day, you summoned all your courage and pricked the little guy.

So Imagine a zit.

Imagine being pinned down in one corner. 

Imagine being yelled/cursed at for pathetic reasons. ( like for pogi points' sake )

Imagine the feeling of being unwanted and unwelcome in somebody else's world.

Imagine yourself being pricked. 

PBB at ang kilay ko. :D

Sobrang hooked ako sa panunuod ng tv nitong mga nakaraang linggo.  Resulta na rin ito marahil ng monotonous kong pamumuhay.
Gigising.
Maliligo.
Magtatrabaho.
Kakain.
Uuwi.
Kakain (ulit).
MANUNUOD NG TV (ayun oh!).
Matutulog.

Kaya pati ang panunuod ko ng telebisyon ay naging monotonous na rin. ( *tawa insert here )

TV Patrol.
Princess and I.
Walang Hanggan.
Dahil sa Pag-Ibig
PBB Teen Edition.
Dream High

Isama na rin natin ang Bandila  kung talagang hirap akong dalawin ng antok. (   *tawa insert here )

Ngunit, datapwa't, subalit, hindi nmn nangangahulugan na pinapanuod ko ang mga programang ito ay gustong gusto ko na ang mga ito. Sapat lang, wala sa to the nth level. Sadya lang monotonous ako. ( * grin insert here) 


Pero habang nanunuod ako ng PBB teen edition nung nakaraang araw, biglang napataas yung kilay ko. ( Which is soooooo wayyyyy out of my ordinary couch potato routine ). Nag iiyakan ang mga bagets habang nagkukwento sila ng mga issues nila sa mga Nanay nila. (Maybe because mothers day is just around the corner kaya ang topic nila is about their Moms.) I got an instant emotional shifts. Hindi dahil na-touch ako or na move ako sa mga kwento nila. I was actually shocked.  Lahat ng sinasabi ng mga bagets ay mga hinanakit nila sa mga Nanay nila, making an image like kawawa sila or whatever image they want to convey to the viewing public. Although I'm not a parent myself, nasasaktan ako para sa mga magulang nila. Hindi naman ako super close sa Nanay ko but I have a lot -and I mean A LOT of good things to say about her. Kulang pa ang oras sa primetime para isa-isahin ko kung kagaano ako ka-bless having a mother like her. And given the chance to be aired in a television show, I WOULD CERTAINLY SEND MY LOVE TO HER EVERYDAY AND SPEAK MY HEART OUT HOW LUCKY A DAUGHTER COULD BE, HOW BLESSED OUR FAMILY - kasi sya ang naging ILAW ng aming TAHANAN. Nakakalungkot, I don't think their Moms deserve that.

It's a reality show, yes. Yet still, it's just a show. Ang tunay na realidad ay ang ating pamilya. Ang tunay na emosyon ay nagsisimula pag lights off na. Pag tapos na ang palabas, sino ba ang totoong bida?

Hay. makabalik na nga sa monotonous kong mundo. (*tawa insert here)