Thursday, June 30, 2005

Good Deed of the Day.

Usually, I don't like to toot my own horn. But I was quite proud of what I did earlier today. I went out of my way to help someone in need without his (or her) knowledge. I'm sure St. Peter's licking his quill right now and putting a 'good' merit beside my name.

Here's what happened. I was looking for parking in Greenhills earlier this afternoon when I noticed that someone forgot to turn off the headlights of his car. I've been in similar situations; if there's anything worse than a flat tire, it's a dead battery. So as soon as I found a parking spot, I headed for the car. I checked the doors and it was locked. I looked around for a security guard, couldn't find one. What to do, what to do?

I looked around for something to jimmy the lock with, but the wire I found didn't quite cut it. These damned Teutonic sports cars were near impossible to break into. Then it dawned on me. I wrote the driver a quick letter: "Dear Sir/Ma'am, I noticed that you left your headlights on so I decided to give you a little help. No need to thank me, it was my pleasure. Sincerely, Anonymous." I folded the note and put it under his wiper. After that, I picked up a rock and smashed the side window open. I, then, reached in and turned off the headlights. I cleaned up the seat a bit so the driver wouldn't get hurt with the broken glass.

When I turned around, I realized that I had an audience. And let me tell you, there were quite a few that had their mouths open in awe. I took a bow and said, "I know, I know. It's not everyday people go out of their way to help another." When I walked away they were still staring. What is the world coming to? Didn't their parents teach them that it's impolite to stare?


Just so it's clear, this is my 15 minute story. :) Cheers.

"Haven't we met before?"

You've got to give us credit. We're anything but boring. Here we are again, right in the middle of another scandal that could possibly bring down another president.

If they stick to the script, people would start calling for action. First through legal means, followed by the tried and tested People Power method. We're just about to enter the first act, so I guess we should just sit back and enjoy the show.

My opinion: For such a smart woman, she sure makes some stupid decisions. I would have ordered someone else to make the calls for me; plausible deniability, chalk it up to an over-zealous aide. Sure it would look bad on her, but not as bad as being the one caught on tape.

Sunday, June 26, 2005


I like to watch.

Yes, I am a voyeur. I like watching people. A person reveals a lot about himself by his actions when he thinks no one's looking.

I'll give you one example. I was with my wife in Megamall a week ago. We decided to take a late lunch and chose a table right by a window with a clear view of the people traffic. While waiting for our orders, I was looking around and noticed this well-dressed man, probably in his mid-20s, sitting on one of the benches in the middle of the mall. He was clean cut, he wore a nicely done tie and had all the effects of a pretty successful executive on his way up the corporate ladder. One would think he's is perfect, except for that fact that he was quite engrossed with digging for the last piece of nose nugget, with his right hand, too.

And at another time, I was picking up my brother in Ateneo. As I was waiting inside the car, I noticed an elderly couple walking across the football field. I'm guessing they were there to pick up their grandson. And since the sun was still quite high in the sky, the husband was holding an umbrella for his wife. A few moments later, the man saw something on the ground and bent down to pick it up. He then gave it to his wife, she smiled and put it on her hair. It was a little white flower. I didn't even know flowers grew around the football field. Someone called out to them and they turned with a smile. It was the grandson. And with the little child in between, they walked towards the parking lot.

Watching people. Sometimes it's quite heartwarming, other times it's heartrending.

Homeless people braving the rain while pedestrians hurrying along trying to get out of the downpour.

A man offering his seat to an old lady in the MRT.

A boy looking up, with joy in his eyes, at his father while flying a kite.

A college student walking up to strangers, soliciting for some fund drive, only to be brushed off.

A security guard and a delivery boy cheering as they listen to a game on the radio.

Waiting outside an intensive care unit as the family in the next room come out screaming and crying because their beloved mother has died. Doctors and nurses going in. A minute later, they're crying again, but this time in joy, because the mother called out for ice cream.

Yes... You could say I like to watch.

Thursday, June 16, 2005

Once more into the breach!

The call for anti-armor support went up on the company frequency. "Multiple enemy armor spotted heading for the city center! Requesting reinforcements. Urgent..." By armor, he must have meant cheaply converted armored vans that a soldier with a .50 cal could take care of single-handedly. It was funny the first twelve times they pulled this stunt but the attacks seem to go on non-stop ever since we took the objective a couple of days ago.

Our company commander called up all the squad leaders and briefed them on a contingent plan to repel the latest enemy incursion. Several squads will have anti-armor loadouts while the rest will provide support. Air support will be present, of course, but given the close quarters in which we will be fighting in, I doubt that they'd be of much use.

After briefing my men, we piled into our Humvee and proceeded to our designated waypoint. It's a three-story building situated on the corner of a major road intersection. We were ordered to hold and defend it at all cost. I knew my men could handle it, we've been through battles more dangerous than this. I didn't think that a bunch of lightly armed militia could stand against the might of a professional army.

Just as we were settling in on our building, I saw three of our helicopter gunships explode and fall to the ground. "Goddamn! What the hell's going on here?" As I scanned the ground for the tell-tale signs of rocket trails, four fighter jets swooped in fast over our position. These weren't ours, I thought. They were SU-34s! Where did they come from?

As I stared up in awe at the newcomers, I didn't see that they had already dropped their dangerous cargoes. Everything slowed down as I saw myself flying through the air with my arms flapping. If I was still alive, I would have been laughing.

Fifteen seconds later...

"We've got multiple bogeys heading for the carrier. ETA 12 mins." The alarm klaxon was blaring as I donned my flight suit. I didn't even get to finish my lunch. I climbed up the stairs into the flight deck and ran towards my waiting JSF. This baby's just fresh off the factory. It still has that "new car" smell. And damn, if she isn't fun to fly.

As I was climbing up to the cockpit, the CIWS (Close-In Weapon System) came to life. Spewing 3 thousand rounds per minute, this beast is as deadly and as scary as it sounds. Off into the distance I saw three fireballs, the gatling gun was working flawlessly. I cycled the engines to max and set it for auto take-off. I was preparing for the jolt forward, but I forgot that this plane shoots straight up. As I took my bearings, I saw a glint in the sky. I didn't make it out first, but as it got nearer, I saw it clearly. It was an SU-34 and it was heading straight at me. I punched the throttle forward but it was already too late. The pilot was on a suicide run, and he flew his plane straight into my plane. I have been told that the resulting fireball was spectacular. And the kicker was, the enemy pilot was able to eject before the impact, steal a Blackhawk and fly back to the mainland. Asshole!

Welcome to the wonderful world of Battlefield 2.

Wednesday, June 08, 2005

Three Dead Horses

I like to think of myself as a half-full kind of guy. Even way back in grade school, I believed that things aren't as bad as they seem. But there comes a time when even a firm believer of the "Sunny day, sweepin' the clouds away..." doctrine has to say "Enough is enough, shut up and sit down."

I'm sure many people feel the same way I do, we're just too polite to say it out loud. I don't care about jeuteng, and if people want to waste money gambling then let them. There are other more pressing issues to tackle, and if our senators could just get their heads out of their asses, they'd see it too.

One other issue that seems to pop up every month: elections results. What the hell? If I wanted reruns, I'll watch "The Nanny" on Hallmark. The plot seems to be as follows:

1) Opposition: "We have new evidence that the Administration has cheated us in the elections."
2) Administration: "These are all lies, the truth is on our side."
3) Upon finding that the evidence has no legal standing and/or has been thrown out by the courts: "Justice is dead! The people have been cheated."
4) Administration: "Let us put all of this behind us and work together."
5) Opposition: "Yes. We should unite for the people."

Then a couple of months later, the same thing happens.

The only thing missing for a trifecta is a sex scandal in Congress/Senate. I do believe it's due to come out next month. Let me guess who'll be the target.

Tsk tsk... Hey Mr./Mrs. Lawmaker, not everyone has a dollar account. Some of us have to work for a living. You'll get your shot in the next election.