Mad World...

Don't be afraid to see what you see. 

Ronald Reagan 

Call me "senti" or whatever, but this song just sweepingly makes me realize the message of it. I've been humming this back in 2009 when my ex introduced me to the lyrics and melody, i sort of kinda appreciate it but the harmony of the song slowly faded in my memory. Currently at that time, it was revived by American Idol's Adam Lambert. I knew it beforehand that someone popularized the song back in the past, it has never occurred to me though who's the artist behind this hit, until just now...

Gary Jules.

If you listen intently, notice how he articulated the word "funny". There's a kind of a slight thwang on it, in contrast to Lambert's rendition.

As per the video, i just couldnt figure out the words (or are they really trying to form words?) being emphasize thru man made formation of the sorts. And then 'till now, it doesn't make sense to me what are they trying to do.

If you've got an idea, leave it on the comments.

~mAc

Random thoughts

If you ever need anything please don't hesitate to ask someone else first. 

Kurt Cobain 

I haven't blog here at macDosage for three days in a row, it's not that i ran out of topic but i just don't feel like sitting infront of my screen for the past days.  (i'm done reading Tom Harper's Book of Secrets, yey! Finally).

Now that the climate here is on the transition period, where summer time is almost on its end, winter is trying to creep in so slowly, i could now feel a light frigidity of the running water in the early mornings without turning on the heater. I delved up my fingers once and for all to let out what's going on inside my mind.

There's a lot actually, i'm bombarded with so much info nowadays due to my prolific reading on my google reader cum feeds(my subscriptions alone are barely scrolled and read), twitter trends, newser, nytimes' popular posts, not to mention facebook friends' "what's on your mind?" status messages, email and the never ending maze at work; plus my start-stop reading of digital books before i go to slumber. This has left me filled with infinite fullness of thoughts that i seem to forget small details recently like doing my TODO list and laundry. 

I guess i'm feeling lousy a little bit... not minding the time, somehow enjoying every second that counts. Feeling elated at times, and has been happy for the consistency i'm trying to muster. It's like trying to indulge more in letting go of the imperfections that comes along the way, somehow dawning on me to accept without mind-boggling regrets about things that's happening as i move on further on the path.

A friend of mine took me to a fruit shop recently to quench our thirst. I totally wish that the store is nearby in my place for me to become a loyal and solid customer. Remember that i blogged about Mama Noorah's fruit shop before? This time, the specialty fruit store is solely catering to delicacies out of real Fresh fruits. Good heavens!!! The quava shake is indescribable!

My passion for fruits has increased further, although i've long been a fruit shake aficionado back in the homeland, i'm feeling a lil bit nostalgic remembering the halved- opened coconut shell with smooth flesh of buko inside, topped with mixed fruit, milk and crushed ice. Oh Whoa! I really can't remember now, what's the name of the stall inside the SM malls.

While sipping thru my shake, I was imagining of sailing thru life after all these years. I'd like to be consistent with simplicity and minimalism. Sometimes less is more...

~mAc

Riceless Regimen

Rice is great if you're really hungry and want to eat two thousand of something. 

Mitch Hedberg 

I started my feat of not eating rice on occasional basis last Ramadan season this year. During that one- month long regimen, i barely included rice in my food intake, 4 to max of incidents (if my memory will not fail me) -  probably i have consumed this cereal grain - Oryza sativa s a.k.a. RICE. My reservoir of carbohydrates then were purely from fruits and my periodic eating of pasta cuisines. Sad to say, as soon as Ramadan had ended this year, i started my rice intake again.

I can see the obvious that i lost weight after executing the planned diet. The weighing scale smiled so wide telling my current weight. The experience is flauntingly contented, i felt the literal meaning of the "minimalist concept", sending my body physique to elation. And yes! my stomach is as flat as the horizon.

It has been emphatic that as soon as i have started this rice intake in just a week, my abdomen immediately reacted so profusely, drawing out unwanted and unnecessary bulge again (sigh!). I have indulged further, not minding my carbo intake without burning them (cuz i had reprieved myself in doing my 30-minute work-outs everyday, like a criminal of guiltless enjoyment).

Before i knew it, i stepped on the brake and reflected once again to stick to the planned diet and my routinary 4 times a week work-out. (thanks for the motivating article i read about rice, it's dangerous to your health).

The link above strongly recommends to abstain from eating rice, or at least to a minimum per meal. I do agree with it. The cavemen were raw fooders, imagine the time when fire wasn't discovered yet. They are taking in raw, uncooked food - Must have been the reason why the people in the olden days have longer life span. Think of Methuselah - the grandfather of Noah. This guy lived the earth for 969 years.

~mAc

Innuendo

Attitude is a little thing that makes a big difference. 

Winston Churchill 

Carelessness of thoughts, imminent and recurring
Shove away those snafu feeling
Let me sustain thee, colliding fire
The rendezvouz of unhinged barrier

Oh come, submission
Extinguish the trumpet of the demon
Thyself appear in sobriety
Let me congest with utmost honesty

Elusive consistency, hear thy cry
As supplications for sanity and vividness
Of purity and freedom in the senses
May be prolonged to eternity unrest

Ever-guiding light, please admonish
Plow the darkness set unleashed
Forever burn for your luminance
To guard me with your countenance





~mAc

Elderly: love them or hate them?

"By three methods we may learn wisdom: First, by reflection, which is noblest; Second, by imitation, which is easiest; and third by experience, which is the bitterest. "

Confucius 

It's for sure, being old is relative. When does grumpyness actually start? 

For someone who is at the age of early 30's, he could think and perceive that those who are in the range of 70's and above are considered old men.

When i was younger (teenage years). i thought of 40+ age above are kinda oldish. When you spew old age in a discourse or even just in a casual conversation, it mostly depict negativity. "Ahhh, matanda na yan, di na niya kaya pa" (Ahh, he's old now, i bet he can't do it)... Someone would remark instantly.

Despite the norms, i hardly feel uncomfy dealing with the peeps older than my age. Might be on conversation, negotiations or simply firing up a talk to a total elderly stranger, (say im walking in the park). One reason could be me being raised by my grandmother. And yes, to top it, it brings enjoyment and enlightenment to me being in the company of the elderly.

Although I have my set of friends rampantly, i noticed that most of 'em compose in the age group older than mine. I could easily complement with them and i  could not make myself walk away with their talks.

The company of the old brings wisdom (may it be the kinds of Solomon or the senior citizens in the neighborhood). Everyone has their share of knowledge and experience worth taking note of. 

Here are top 5 benefits to pay close attention to in mingling with people 2 decades (or more) older than your age:

- you get to learn the virtue of being an attentive listener. Sometimes i am too engrossed with their stories, i barely interrupt during their talks.

- you'd definitely learn to mature. Development 

and growth must not be dragged as old age approaches, and taking it from them is a sure win to learn from.

- you'd learn empathy and compassion. just by listening to their funny experiences would make you squeal in delight, and could cut you deep by their stories of sorrows and failures.

- you'd get a better, bigger picture. It's like standing on top of the shoulders of giants. In most ways, there's a surety that you'd always relate to whatever they talk esp if you're knotted in a problem solving situation. 

- you'd appreciate the essence of having stayed on this earth for a whiie. So true, whilst the glory of the youth is their strength; the beauty of the old is their grey hair. 

Each of us cannot avoid old age, unless you cannot feel time, or even if you could not, the body will always draw towards wrinkles, sagging of skin and whitening of the hair. Yet, our physique might weaken and our countenance conveys old age; all the more that our spirit be filled with gladness and love. 

~mAc