Sunday, April 15, 2012

The Essence of Beauty and being a Man-Miss Universe

Judge nothing by the appearance. The more beautiful the serpent, the more fatal its sting.
WILLIAM SCOTT DOWNEY, Proverbs

The recent ruling of the Miss Universe Beauty Pageant got me thinking a lot, "what is the Miss Universe all about?". I love the evening gown competition, is exquisite. And I won’t be a hypocrite, I enjoy the swimsuit competition ass-much as everyone else. The difference, I got over the stage of shallow meat shopping towards a pairs of perfect tits and ass running around their clothes hanger body.

I’m thinking harder with no intended puns as I watch the interviews of Miss Canada, Jenna Talackova, she’s really hot, a knockout I mean look at her, slender, tall, she got nice pair of perfect breast that keep on staring at me and knowing that this is synthetic and man-made didn't change the fact that she’s hot—for a man, she really believes she’s in the wrong body to begin with and she believes she’s really a woman. I don’t want to sound like a discriminating chauvinist swine but anyone who had doubts of their sexual preference and orientation should be heard and understood, give them a chance right? But then again, I think that Donald Trump should reconsider the name of his beauty pageant since from what I can understand; it’s a competition for women.

Now the question arises, "what is being a woman all about?".

Know that this opinion came from someone who was born with a penis and a pair of testicles between his legs, I can put it a hundred ways but let's pretend to be among the general populace and ask, you see the nice pair of mammary glands on Miss [Country] ? How about the perfect pelvic bone structure on Miss [Country]? The side discussions sometimes is abhorrent but perfectly normal, sometimes it’s not even that shallow. If you’ve dealt with a woman before (or is one) I think the rawest most conclusive most consistent answer despite of its seldom irregularities is the monthly menstrual period. Yes! That’s what’s being a woman is all about, bloated breasts, wild mood swings, uncontrollable appetite and hormonal imbalances, you just gotta love it like scattered pheromones scenting like sweet ambrosia.

It’s hard to educate and reiterate to the next generation on how non-cosmetic being a woman should be. What I’m afraid the most is their divine god given ability to bear a child. I think nothing could encompass being a woman more than that.

It’s not how good they look when they dress up, or how sexy it is to be on high heels, I guess those things could be done by bipedals trying to look and pretend like one. Knowing that Miss Universe Beauty Pageant holds rules and a moral standard, it pains me that they’ve turned into a great disappointment to allow ‘beings’ without those divine endowments run the catwalk.

If the Miss Universe Beauty Pageant dictates what beauty is, then I guess they’ve made their point as clear as plastic and as transparent as sheets of cellophane and silicone. But from what they’ve just done, they’ve ruined the definition of what being a woman is all about to those who look up to them for  their prestige and respects their authority.

I don’t know if that’s the essence of beauty to you but for most certain, I’m pretty damn sure it’s not the essence of a woman, not to me, not today.

Friday, April 6, 2012

Cockblocked

We live in a world of twisted perceptions, cruel intentions and hidden agendas.  Someone out there right around the corner is holding a rusty vicious knife after flashing a kind and friendly smile at you. They wait for you to turn your back for them to eviscerate you by surprise to no ends. It’s fine, we’ve been living in a world like that for the longest time and we deserve to get hurt if we haven’t learned our lessons yet. But sometimes one might find a way to liberate them freeing themselves from all the hypocrisy and pretenses of being pretentious. Few people succeed while a lot succumb and sulk to a non-verbal solace, which is causing them to collapse from within. Good thing I refuse to shut up.

As we’ve learned in the past, motivations can drive a person to do great things, hard things, and impossible and unthinkable things. Regardless of their motives’ benevolence, they act under the condition, a machination that operates them as a whole is still anchored somewhere externally. Once this external motivation is modified, changed or taken away, a phenomenon happens.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cockblock

It’s an interfering behavior preventing someone to the endgame.  Chances are, whether it’s a hot girl at school or the position in the office that you’ve been gunning after you’ve been cockblocked at least once in your life. But here’s the question, is being cockblocked a good thing or a bad thing?
I don’t recall how many times I’ve said that I’m not a saint, it is my selfish human nature to want something and get something so long as the conditions have been met. It’s a logic that I live by.

I can hear the superego moral whispering words of admonition to my head that I should use the opportunity of being cockblocked to learn from myself, on how do I respond in a situation of cockblockerry. Do I crumble down and take my show on the road where there won’t be any cockblocking or do I rise above the adversity of the temporary predicament I’ve been situated upon?

On most parts, the superego is right, but on the dim lit moon outside his utopian world is the raw human emotion side of me that demands rectification. Because I deserve it!

Here’s a real-life cockblock sitatution.

When you’ve been working for as long as I have been you might get that itch of just getting a supercharged internet connection at home, which we already did. All I wanted to do is play Street Fighter X Tekken on the PSN and my internet connection has been cockblocking me. This is unintentional because my ISP can’t do anything about it, but still I’m left cockblocked.

YES, you deliver the speed. YES, you deliver the consistency but this isn’t what you’ve coerced me to believe! The speed is unacceptable to the ONLY ACTIVITY that spells the difference between winning and losing a game.

The analogy can be translated to “do I wait for my internet connection to get their act together because I’ve invested money on them already” OR “do I terminate my ISP contract and move on to an ISP that won’t give me cockblockerry”. Obviously, it’s not a managerial decision to be made, just a simple one. You ditch the ISP and move.

The problem is even if you’re well capable of ditching the ISP, you’re still bound under contract and you’re going to get hurt with the surcharges for the pretermination.

Cat Blocked
Also, in real life not everything can be resolved by a basic managerial decision.  Things that have been cockblocking you might be dear to you. You don’t just lay down the law if they unintentionally cockblocks you. Obviously, you’ll wait . the same energy you have obviously went to dust upon blockage, but you’d still wait even after you rummage through the car crash of what’s left of your enthusiasm. But who can blame you?

I guess the bottom line is that it’s the only appropriate response to cockblockerry. It’s more a question ‘how do you respond to a cockblock response’. The challenge is to find something to draw enthusiasm and energy again. As demoralizing cockblocking can be, there’s always something else to draw enthusiasm from, hopefully greater than the motivation itself. We don’t know what that motivation is yet, but I’d sure like to find out one day.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Transforming Motivations


When you’re fresh out of high school, your given motivation is to study to get a steady supply of cash when you get a job after graduation. Nothing wrong with that, it’s a perfectly normal motivation. But what people stumble upon while pushing you through college is if it coincides with what you want. On my personal case, I had warped motivations which resulted me untangling everything even until today.

I realize how my motivations transformed 10 years later, from a simple ‘get out of the house’ to a simpler ‘because I said so’. I want to go back to school and study Fine Arts again. Maybe I’ll major in Visual Communications or Advertising, the thing is people do that to land a steady job for a consistent stream of cash. To someone who’s getting those without the former, is it really necessary for me to go back to school and graduate? Am I just satisfying my own selfish desires without making a social impact with what I’m doing and studying? Is it even necessary to make a social impact with it, or be the best in it because frankly, when money talks everyone listen?

I don’t know if it’s still worth my time or money or heartaches to invest in the title in the academic world to prove a point or should I just focus on a business to have a wallet to prove it for me. But the more that I force myself in focusing on a business the more I lust for learning things I’ve never known. The heavy irony of all of these is, when you stop making cash you start getting better at things.

I’ve been swamped with engagements, deadlines and work, my thoughts are in chaos as it is but there’s one thing I know, I want a legacy. I want something nice written on my tomb, on my biography, on my legend. I have a clearer motivation that I had before.

Myself.

Aside from the usual love, courage and hope typecasting, the best motivation has always been one’s self. The more value you place in yourself, the more motivated you’ll become. But then again that’s just motivations; the next question is what you are going to do with all that motivations. Right now I couldn’t be any more confused than I already am. I’ve been asking folks who seemed to have ‘been there’ and looked like they’ve ‘done that’ and I keep getting the same answers. I have to find myself over again, this time not in a glass of merlot but in the middle of nowhere.
Now, I want to get lost.