TO FLUNK OR NOT? THE FUCKING UGLY TRUTH COULD SCARE YOU.
last night i was having second thoughts about a couple of things:
1. i was decided to give all late passers of the screenplay proposal a ZERO, but then my mind itched and so i opted to text the kids and ask why they didn't submit in time. after a couple of minutes, all six of them replied, with a variety of reasons.
this morning, i thought, maybe i should give them a chance, but then lo and behold, i checked their twitters and facebook accounts (which were updated quaintly recent enough) and found that some of them even had the audacity to go out and watch a movie, without even at least attempting to email me a soft copy of their proposals.
thank you SNS.
2. i dreamt of going to a beach resort last night, taking pics of a band who started dancing the MAGLALATIK then moved on to play their instruments (with one particular band member catching my eye, but i'd rather not divulge why; btw, the dreams i've been having for the past few days have all been homodiegetic). i was taking a video of the band, then a jump shot of the drummer, then a jump to the shoreline filled with people... all using a touch-screen phone.
you see, i have been waiting for a couple of weeks for this brand of phone to go on sale, and finally today is the day, but then the Scrooge in me crept in and now i'm having second thoughts about getting the phone, widgets and all.
3. i've been having bad feelings about my current state and starting to doubt myself - not in terms of the decisions or moves that i make, but based on the gut feelings i've been having in the past few days. i'm starting to look at the world, my world, in a whole new light (although i'm not that sure whether the light is white or black). it troubles me much.
4. also, i'm having second thoughts about staying at the bukid. ineng has had bruise after bruise, after freakin' bruise because of the terrain there, the layout of the house, and our dearth for a nanny. i'm starting to look at any opportunity to bring both of them back to the bayan. i know grace wouldn't approve, but is it just me or am i spending a fortune on trike fare? just thinking out loud.
holler me if you got questions.
My place. My nook. My home away from nowhere. Here where the sun thrives on my body's ink. Here is where evil is reborn. Eternally.
Mar 10, 2010
Mar 9, 2010
WHAT AGUA BENDITA HAS DONE TO MY KID
for the past few days, we’ve noticed that ineng has been utterly unruly and mischievous.
inasmuch as i would like to make myself understand that she is just entering a toddler phase where unruliness is the rule, i tried to beg myself to become more rational and look deeper into the issue.
yesterday was the height of the investigation.
all the while we thought that she was being influenced by either cousins, playmates or the hot weather (we considered that, believe me), but lo and behold, after a feat of mimicry, we came to an understanding that her tantrums and outbursts were well in fact results of her idolizing BENDITA of the popular TV series.
she even went to the extent of mimicking how BENDITA would look like when she was angry or disappointed over how her parents were towards AGUA, etc. the other day, added my brother-in-law, carla told him, “tito alvin tingnan mo o. galit si agua!” then she put her arms around herself as if trying to daunt her uncle with the pose.
***
inasmuch as i would like to understand and tell myself that time and again, the media merely influences but lets society decide, i cannot but conclude on the power of the media to create and destroy people in the wink of an eye (which is equivalent to around 29 frames shot consecutively per second or 525 frames per minute, to create motion).
partly, my wife and i were to blame because we exposed our daughter to media that we should have sieved first. either way, we would like to think that carla is still luckier, since she has parents who can do media studies as a living. my wife and i then started thinking about the other kids, whose parents were either working at night, or did not go home at all (like what i had when i was young, which is why i became a media buff, but of course TV then has lesser violence, sex and characters who bent reality); we wonder how TV shapes their lives and distorts their concepts of reality.
on the onset, we decided to stop allowing her from watching any of the late-night dramaserye. instead, we play or read books at night. we’ve learned a valuable lesson.
***
and she is still unruly, mischievous and has tantrums.
for the past few days, we’ve noticed that ineng has been utterly unruly and mischievous.
inasmuch as i would like to make myself understand that she is just entering a toddler phase where unruliness is the rule, i tried to beg myself to become more rational and look deeper into the issue.
yesterday was the height of the investigation.
all the while we thought that she was being influenced by either cousins, playmates or the hot weather (we considered that, believe me), but lo and behold, after a feat of mimicry, we came to an understanding that her tantrums and outbursts were well in fact results of her idolizing BENDITA of the popular TV series.
she even went to the extent of mimicking how BENDITA would look like when she was angry or disappointed over how her parents were towards AGUA, etc. the other day, added my brother-in-law, carla told him, “tito alvin tingnan mo o. galit si agua!” then she put her arms around herself as if trying to daunt her uncle with the pose.
***
inasmuch as i would like to understand and tell myself that time and again, the media merely influences but lets society decide, i cannot but conclude on the power of the media to create and destroy people in the wink of an eye (which is equivalent to around 29 frames shot consecutively per second or 525 frames per minute, to create motion).
partly, my wife and i were to blame because we exposed our daughter to media that we should have sieved first. either way, we would like to think that carla is still luckier, since she has parents who can do media studies as a living. my wife and i then started thinking about the other kids, whose parents were either working at night, or did not go home at all (like what i had when i was young, which is why i became a media buff, but of course TV then has lesser violence, sex and characters who bent reality); we wonder how TV shapes their lives and distorts their concepts of reality.
on the onset, we decided to stop allowing her from watching any of the late-night dramaserye. instead, we play or read books at night. we’ve learned a valuable lesson.
***
and she is still unruly, mischievous and has tantrums.
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