Six-Omega: Highly Ineffective Dating

On the record?  Six-Sigma is a piece of garbage.  Hence the title.  That’s it.

“Fuck up” can mean so many things, so rather than use it as a profanity, I’d rather use it as a verb.  Adjective, perhaps, maybe an adverb.  A participle of complete and utter sucktitude and blowedness.

To spare you the neologisms: I fail at dating.

I’ve had a handful of dates before, but it’s a problem with counting – and a heck of a lot of pride – that keeps me from making them public.  OK, okay: you have more fingers in one hand than I ever had dates.

That doesn’t mean that I can’t lay claim to some degree about knowledge about dating.  You do learn a lot from failure.  Epic, complete, total failure.  Seeing as I have a romantic movie in mind whenever I dispense with love-advice, here are some of Marocharim’s tips on how to NOT fuck up your Valentine’s Day date…

All based on personal experience.

POINT!

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Marobama

Great, now that almost everyone already has them freaking Obamicons, here’s mine.

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What can I say?  It has to look like a bad meld of Garage Inc. and the debut album of the Backstreet Boys.  You can only imagine them posters when I’m qualified to run for President… barring Charter Change and term extensions…

In 2028, when I’m 43.  Just pray I die of lung cancer and liver cirrhosis before that happens.

President Lozada (The Politics of a National Messiah)

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Who is a Filipino like (Jun) Lozada so selfless, so brave, so patriotic, so willing to continue his lonely struggle for truth and justice even when the culture of impunity and indifference holds sway in a seemingly endless tunnel of darkness and corruption?  No one!  Then there is only one morally qualified to run for the presidency of our country; a true heir of Jose Rizal; a real brother of our martyr Ninoy Aquino.  Yes, Jun Lozada for president!

Raul Jose F. Alejandrino
Philosophy Department, Miriam College
Letters to the Editor, Inquirer.net, 2/11/09

I’m not one to deprive anyone of a political opinion, or an informed choice for who should be President of the Philippines come 2010.  In the Presidential tupada, where a Royal Rumble of political manok takes place, everyone has a favorite cock (so to speak).  Whether it’s a PR hackjob or a political opinion, almost everyone is selling – perhaps even over-selling – the chicken.

Really.  Seriously.  President Rodolfo Noel Lozada?

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Welcome to the World

A few months ago, I fainted at the very idea of you coming into my world.  My knees buckled, my skin turned pale, and I shivered at the very idea of you, even in a very remote sense, being a part of me.  I was afraid to batten down the hatches and take a plunge, just because of things I never had anything to do with, decisions I never made, and mistakes I didn’t commit.

Awhile back, I opened my eyes from a quick nap in the bus, and checked a message waiting for me.  The first thing I saw was the blur from the tears in my eyes, knowing that the very moment I anticipated for three months was here, and was now.  I had mixed feelings; a bit of resentment, a bit of shock, and a feeling that’s hard to explain.  It was like someone took me apart and brought me back again, and it felt good.

In a few days, give or take, I’ll probably be there, and take you out on a walk on foggy mornings and wait for the Sun to warm us up.  I’ll give you what I can provide, and whatever I can’t give, I’ll make up for it in so many other ways.  You’ll be seeing things you never thought existed, perspectives you never thought were there to begin with.  I’ll do my best to show you a world that in time, you can change.

A few hours ago, you opened your eyes, you took your first few breaths, you made your first cries and wails.  The first thing you saw were Mama’s tearful eyes, or Lola’s happy face, or perhaps the well-meaning grins of those funny-looking people in white coats that I hope you won’t see often.  I know I don’t, but I get to see some of them every once in a while.

Awhile back, everybody’s going “oooh” and “aaah” over you.  The first thing they did was to check your vital signs, to check your weight and height, to see if you’re perfectly healthy.  And you were every bit as perfect; no mixed feelings, no misgivings, everything was just the way it’s meant to be.  It was like someone gave everyone in that room a blessing, a miracle to believe in, a memory to treasure forever.

In a few days, Mama will bring you out to blue skies and sunshine, and you’ll get your first glimpse of the world.  A world beyond the cartoon characters painted on the walls of the hospital room, and to a crib at the house, with stuffed toys, mobiles, and posters of cartoon characters.  In a few years, you’ll see your own share of the world with your own two eyes – a world without blue skies and sunshine and cartoon characters and plushies – and change it with your own two hands.

Maybe this world is not meant to be seen from the eyes of 23-year-old chain-smoking drunkard writers.  I guess the world is best seen from the eyes of newborns, who open their eyes for the very first time, and see the world for what it really is: a wonderful place of smiles, of giggles, of fun, laughter, and yes, happiness.

From over a hundred miles away… welcome to the world, Li-Mei!

Postscript: A beautiful, healthy baby girl was born at 7:04 PM last night, February 10, 2009, at a certain hospital back home in Baguio City.  That baby girl is my niece, Li-Mei.  – marocharim