The Next Bobby Fischer

The Next Bobby Fischer, originally uploaded by karoluscamilius.

I remember playing chess with my brothers. My third older brother in particular was pretty good at it, when we played, he won 98 times, okay, 99 times out of 100. But the sole win I had came after years of agonizing defeat. There was this rare occasion when I was able to find an opening on his impenetrable defense and attacked with my knight, before you knew it, "CHECKMATE!" That was one of the best feelings in the world, being able to trash-talk a semi-grandmaster. Lord I'm good!

After that it was back to normal, I lost the games that followed, unsurprisingly. The next Bobby Fischer, or Eugene Torre to localize, certainly isn't me. hehehe.

PooRADA

This is how we are today. We simply refuse to face the fact that as a people, we are PooRADA. Yes, we have reasonable salaries as middle-class denizens but shouldn't we be better off than we really are? As a taxpayer, it pains me that a huge portion of my hard earned money goes down the drain every payday, flows through filthy the pipes of the bureaucracy, before it eventually finds its way inside the miserable POZO NEGRO. That is, yes you know who I am talking about, She Who Must Not Be Named. The hardest part is that there really is nothing we can do about it, is there? At least for me, this is how I feel, PooRADA. There is no "Change I Can Believe In."

PooRADA, originally uploaded by karoluscamilius.

Something off-topic (as how my mind usually works, it's non-cohesive), here comes the huge irony. Come paydays, we the PooRada people, find the means to splurge on luxuries like purchasing PRADA bags; We line up for a latte or two at STARBUCKS; We stuff ourselves at buffet tables at KAMAYAN, DADS and SAISAKI; Hail TAXIS here and there and willingly immerse ourselves in depressing traffic; Swipe our VISAS and MASTERCARDS like there's no tomorrow. This is how it went down for me last Friday (except for that PRADA bag) and I know for a fact that it's how it went for you too. Don't deny it, I saw you at the mall! So here we are, feeling PooRADA. There is no change I can believe in because even change does not believe in me.

Thanks for reading my bi-polar post.

Burning Candles

Burning Candles, originally uploaded by karoluscamilius.

Confidante.
Father Figure.
Role Model.
Friend.











Atty. Rolando C. Dela Cruz, Prinicpal SLU Boys' High from 1998-2004.

May his soul Rest In Peace.