Red Horse Beer Also Has Stories to Tell

Desiderata always remind me to listen. I listen to anyone. I learn to listen to silence. I listen to everything and everyone around me.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even to the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.

Desiderata

 I listen to Red Horse Beer. Yes, every bottle and can of Red Horse Beer has its own stories to tell.

Look at this beer. Alone; but does it look lonely?

You can’t tell, of course!

Bottles of beer need to be alone sometimes. Being alone isn’t loneliness but a great chance to make a difference. Being alone is not boredom; it’s a big happy and peaceful party!

We don’t just drink beer. We need to listen to the stories of beer.

Because even bottles of beer, they too, have great stories to tell!

Problems and Politics

I have serious political problems. Shame on me but I have been talking like a true politician. My life sometimes is a great political joke that gets elected!

Sunday. I got a serious matter in my mind that needed careful deliberation.

Alone (not all politicians ally with political party, eh), I went to Sto. Nino Church to say my serenity prayer and headed towards Balyuan.

I felt in love with the place many times but yesterday, the place seemed dry as the President’s speeches. I felt a little sad but I was smiling like a mad. Crazy politics!

In my mind, I was solemnly deleberating my next major decision. Like our Senators I have serious relationship problems.

It seems to me that loving someone is as risky as running for the Senate. There is risk of being cheated (dagdag-bawas, perhaps); the risk of losing after investing time and money.

Without a hint – unpredicatably – a couple, both my sangkay – arrived. Of course you would expect them to ask me why I was alone.

I told them in a matter of fact tone that I was thinking of the fate of Chief Justice Renato Corona. It looked like both of them believed. Well, I likewise believed in that lie, too.

But what do you expect me to say?

I have learned the beauty of concealing what I feel. I have learned the craft of true politicians.

I ended up with cans of Red Horse Beer and pancit canton. With nothing in mind. Just like how our legislators slept underneath the Reproductive Health Bill and the Freedom of Information Bill!

That’s life’s most unlikely combination.

Music is like sex

I am wondering if music is as good for you as it is for me. Music does me good things – makes me happy, makes me excited, makes me relax, makes me high!

Music does as good as sex. I am one of those who say that music is like sex.

If music is sex then I could have a very happy sex life. I have it everyday and it is within my reach each time I want it, and everytime I like it.

If music is sex, am I oversexed? Of course not – there’s no such thing. Not even when I have it early morning before getting up, after breakfast, mid-afternoon, before dinner, and before going to sleep.

A good friend of mine who loves sex more than anything would only consider music to drive sex urge. Accordingly, it stimulates the innermost mind like touching and kissing do in stimulating senses. Maybe true, I mean, perhaps you would agree. Sex videos are never good without music and sound effects and background music, isn’t it my friend?

I talked to some fellows who got secret videos in their phone. Six out of ten like “Careless Whisper” in sex scandal videos. There was a particular sex video that I could remember when I hear “Careless Whisper”, although I haven’t seen it. Ring a bell?

How far a romantic dinner goes if without romantic music? What a romantic night would become if without sex?

Different type of music draw different emotions. I listen to pop music along with coffee when I need to boost my energy level. I listen to Eraserheads when I need beats to inspire me and keep me going. I listen to country music to sustain the calmness of the moment. I listen to Yanni’s Rites of Passage when I celebrate success. And I would drown to Enya’s Only Time when I need to move on and when I need to party with my past.

I listen to music when I’m sick and when I’m sad. It’s my medicine. In an evening radio program about sex, I heard someone claiming sex as the best remedy when sickness is caused by stress and pressure. Would you believe? I have not tried it, so I cannot affirm.

Recently, I wrote Music Therapy to share about recent researches on the therapeutic effect of music to people. I am still finding out if there are studies about the therapeutic effect of sex. Perhaps personal experiences of those who tried would be a good material for a claim.

I don’t know if sex would give me the same thing music has endulged me. But I will tell honestly that music make me experience sex.

I am not alone in this world who talked about sex and music. In fact there are scientists who devoted their energy and time on it.

A year ago, FoxNews.com published an interesting story. It reads,

Listening to a favorite pop song or classic rock hit can trigger the same chemical reactions in the body as having sex, eating good food or taking drugs, according to Canadian researchers cited Monday in The Montreal Gazette.

Read Music Produces a Natural High Similar to Sex, Canadian Researchers Say

Music is like sex because it makes us what we want to and what we want to feel.

It’s really nice when we always have music with us. It’s as great as having sex everyday! But please be aware that like sex, music is addictive. You may end in a rehabilitation center for music addicts where patients get Brain-Music Therapy (BMT).

Music Therapy

Some babies sleep better when mothers sing lullabies.

One beautiful girl I know seemed forgot the pain she endured when she heard her mother singing their favorite, Ordinary Song (Marc Velasco). She would stop crying and slowly closed her eyes until she fell asleep. How I wish I could visit her grave today and play for her the song the made her feel well for a moment.

Ordinary Song’s chorus goes:

But if you ever find yourself
Tired of all the games you play
When the world seems so unfair
You can count on me to stay
Just take some time
To lend an ear
To this ordinary song

Did the girl understood it?

I occasionally hear Ordinary Song but everytime I hear it today, I feel serenity as if all the loads I am carrying are taken away. I think it’s the psychological effect to what I had witnessed many years ago.

Few months ago, I was not as well as today. And I would credit music for its significant contribution in fast recovery. Until today, I have enough dose of music everyday.

Music therapy evolves and now inspires scientists and researchers to work and lay down its scientific bases.

A recent article in Reader’s Digest, Music Medicine (written by Alex Kirsta, Reader’s Digest, March 2012 issue), inspire me to explore further the benefits of music.

According to the article, some US hospitals are playing classical music in the “operating theatre to help patience relax”. Advanced technology like MRI help scientists to better understand how “different musical rhythms and tempi seem to mirror our individual brainwave frequencies”.

I learned that Brain-Music Therapy was pionered in Russia by Dr. Iakov Levine and now become popular among US psychologist. Advanced computer technology and advanced equipment are used to map the brain and determine the music tempo, pitch, rhythm and harmony that fit the need of individual patients.

In other words, Brain-Music Therapy is quite expensive because it a complex science. I wonder if there are Filipino doctors and psychologist who are inclined to pioneer BMT in the Philippines.

I would rather embrace still the traditionaland conventional music listening activity. There will be no need for expensive brain mapping just to determine that kind of music fits best.

How much music we need and what kind of music we need largely depends on our individual judgement – not until the music prescription is widely avaible and affordable to the poorest of the poor.

Just for today we don’t need to think much, instead, we continue to appreciate music which rooted deep in our past. Even without our music players we must remember that there are music among tress and birds, wind and waves. And there is music in silence. That’s more than BMT!

I suggest we just continue to listen to music and listen only those that we feel can give us some benefits.

Next to “an apple a day keeps doctors away” should be music everyday keeps doctors away.

Monday Beer Talk

Red Horse beer and the fire! This was taken during my adventure in Bantayan Island, Cebu.

When relationship is good, it’s nice to celebrate with beer; when relationship fails, it may be good to have beer to start over. But let us remember that beer is not the core of everything. It is not a gear but a lubricating agent to keep gears running.

I wish I had a can of Red Horse beer as I type this post but I don’t need to because my mind keep on juicing up ideas like free-flowing beer!

So let’s talk about beer. I have tried several local beers but I only feel in love with Red Horse beer. Most of my friends love it, too! Recently, I had cold bottles of Red Horse beer with a good friend.

It was unplanned but the beer talk with my new friend Tonton (here in Tacloban) turned to be one of the best.

Beer talk is always rewarding when we talk sensible things. And sensible things are not always the “heavy ones” but something that relate to significant human experiences of the person we talk with.

In Cebu, my bestfriend and I (along with other close friends) would love to talk small and big things with few bottles of beer. The place where the beer talk happen was less significant than the talk and beer. Whether we got beer at famous Mango Avenue (Gen. Maxilom Avenue in Cebu City) or in nearby sari-sari store, it was always the quality of the talk that matter most.

There was particular beer talk that I could never forget – not until I’m alive. And there was beer talk in an island that I always love to remember.

And believe me, beer saved me!

Would you believe also that beer saved the world?

I do . And I believe that we should thank beer for what we have today. Well, I read so many things about beer and I keep on enriching my beer knowledge base.

One striking fact I stumbled was revealed in Discovery Channel documentary, “How Beer Saved the World”. If you’re beer lover like me, you will surely get inspired.

I learned from the documentary that one of the great American, Benjamin Franklin once told that “Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy. ”

Beer help establish today’s mighty nation, the United Sates of America, the documentary claimed.

Let me share how beer took a role in American history. As claimed in the documentary by US author and historian Dr. Gregg Smith, “Beer is the secret history of America. It’s in our DNA.” It was because beer revolutionized America’s industry. Beer industry has domino effect in the economy.

Beer also helped modern medicine to advance as it is today through the germ theory.

Let’s go back to how beer helped build America. It was in December 16, 1773, in the Green Dragon Tavern in Boston, the struggle for independence from the British was born with beer. I believe it was one of the greatest beer talk in the world.

By the way, old America’s tavern are like blog and Facebook of today. Revolutionaries discussed, debated, and decided many things in the tavern with beer.

It is not surprising then that the US national anthem was borrowed from the 18th century drinking song (a song to test sobriety). The words were changed but the tune the same. Indeed, beer helped found America!

Personally, some major decisions in my life were also inspired by a bottle of beer or two. I drink beer to celebrate and to be happy. I drink beer to think, reflect and decide. I drink beer to survive and to revolutionize! Just for today, I cannot say that I drink beer to save the world! Of course, I drink beer to help the world. Just like you.

The beer talk with Tonton was not about revolution of course! We did not talk about the energy crisis in Mindanao (actually we both trace our roots from Mindanao). Nor we talk about noynoying President nor Binay’s political coalitions and Liberal’s insecurity. We talk about life, our life’s light experiences. Our Monday beer talk was very light and was to strengthen our friendship.

Friendship, in my case, is not always built over bottles of beer but mostly better strengthened by beer. Not all beer talks are good. Some are not worthy to remember. Some turned bad when the spirit of beer overpowered the spirit of good friendship and camaraderie.

I know I still have some other beer talks in the future. And I hope we never run out of beer. Cheers!

Have a happy beer day to all of us!

Graduation day

April 12, 2012 – Today is very important for my younger sister. It’s her college graduation day!

I wish I witness as she receives her diploma in Information Technology. I hope I am around to hug her and tell that I am so proud of her.

It seems it was just like yesterday that I saw her as our cute baby. I can still see in my mind how she played her toys, how she laugh, how she cried. I can still hear her lovely voice as I taught her my favorite country song. I can still imagine how she was fascinated with a story I “read” to her. (Unfortunately, the book is still at our shelves and recently, she told me that I was not actually reading the story. She knows now I just pretended reading but actually I was telling her a story I invented in my mind.)

I realize how fast she has grown as she is today. She is no longer a baby but a lady.

I have promised her to attend her college graduation. In fact I am waiting for this time to come. But everything has changed when I am assigned here in Eastern Visayas.

I have reasons why I can’t attend today. And she understands. I know that she always understand.

I always miss her graduation – elementary, high school. I was not around when she graduated in grade six. I was working in Cebu and failed to get approval for a leave of absence when she graduated from high school.

Today, I am happy, proud, and sad. I feel like it is also my graduation.

The other night, I have not slept until three in the morning. I wake up very early today. Who wouldn’t be proud for a sister who cried over her software project (thesis) and then now get her diploma. She did it like the best programmers I knew. I am so proud with her achievement.

But it saddened me that I am not with her today. I miss the opportunity to see her as she reaps her fruits of success.

Fruitcake for everyone

I could hear Eraserheads speaking to me the way artists do. My favorite Pinoy band would tell, “there’s a fruitcake for everybody” and then suggest to “take a bite”.

If everyone has a fruitcake or two, where is mine now?

Where’s my fruitcake? I ask many times especially at times when I realize that I only had took a bite of someone’s fruitcake. It sounds bitter but I would bask myself with the sweetness of the moment when I remember the night I risked something and went out of my way to take a small bite of tempting fruitcake. The best things are always remembered and I am wealthy enough to have a bit to remember.

I told my other self in consolation. A small bite of happiness was more than enough. One big slice would be too much!

I have regrets, I admit. I have regrets that I let “what-ifs” and “what’s next” to hold my steering wheel and drive me nowhere.

I have regrets that I listened to fools pretending to be wise philosophers that fruitcakes are too sweet for me. I had believed that I might be drowned with sweetness and would die bitter (that was their warning).

Yes, I admit that I have no way to change yesterday. That is something I can’t. But of course, I can always change my course. I can now drive up, down, and away. I can now cross the bridge without fear that the fruitcakes on the other side are not as sweet as I wish to be.

My confidante reminded me that it’s always never too late. I should have nothing to fear.

Since I heard such inspiring thoughts, I began to take my lessons to bake my own fruitcake. After all, it’s not too late to start over.

I would tell my confidante that it’s difficult. Very difficult. But I cannot die without at least see my fruitcake. The fruitcake that is mine, the fruitcake baked by gods for me.

Thank you Eraserheads for always reminding me that there’s fruitcake – sweet fruitcake -stored for me.

Wanna marry you

While alone at my room (if I am not sleeping), I either read and write or listen to my favorites – Eraserheads, OMD, Bruno Mars, Phil Collins, Bisrock, Reggae.

Today in my playlist are Bruno’s Billionnaire, Lazy Song, Marry You. Nice song, intriguing line “who cares baby, I think I wanna marry you”!

“Just say I do”

When would I sing Bruno’s line “hey baby, I think I wanna marry you”? When would I write a blog post, telling my friends that I am going to marry soon?

Maybe you know when but I don’t. I really don’t know. It is the funny thing I least consider in my life – just for today at least.

There are parts in Dead Stars (short story by Benitez) that I can relate – when he was asked when the long table be set. And also the part where the title dead stars become significant to readers.

At my age, one question that I love to answer is, “when are you going to marry”. Many of my new acquaintances, my friends, some relatives would ask except for one. (You know who but you must not be named hear not of fear of name but out of respect to privacy.)

My answer to the questions depends on who ask the question and how it is asked.

I would say, “very soon” and would sometimes add “and you’ll be invited”. At times I would say “not very soon” because “I am uncertain of our economy… I may not able to feed my family” Many times the subject of “getting married” would then be aborted and the conversation goes up to reproductive health bill to President Aquino’s politicking. Funny, isn’t it?

Well, for those who hate politics and social problems, please don’t start by asking me when will I get married! LOL.