Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Tough Guys finish first

Yesterday we have received another report of accident in our construction field. That was the 7th recorded accident here ranging from minor cut to a gruesome blood spilling laceration.

the first recorded accident was from a man who allegedly pee-ing on the temporary G.I. wall. while relieving his urges the lamp post fall directly on his shoulder due to erroneous maneuver of crane that damaged the street light and eventually leads to the accident.---- the victim suffered from a shoulder injury and urinary disorder(phobia).

Second on the list are the stupid workers who were working and digging on the soil barefooted. The administration are strictly enforcing to wear the complete and proper safety gear during working hours and within the site premises. Those who were caught in disobeying the rules were fined with salary deductions.They were digging the soil up to eight feet deep for the foundation when suddenly the pile of soil had run off and buried them in half. oh did i mentioned that there were shrapnel of broken glasses, shells and twigs. Those grave diggers have experienced the actual condition of "six-feet under" with lots of bruises and laceration on their feet. This happened in a span of five minutes.

Third incident came from Tarzan and the acute  electrocution from a high tension wire. He suffered from a electric dance syndrome while hanging on the wire.


Fourth on the list is just a speck on the eye, but what if the speck is as huge as a rock falling from a concrete chipping works. The poor guy who don't mind using safety protection glass now permanently using his left eye while the right one is just a decoration.

Fifth is the "cliff hanger" guy whose head is as hard as the asphalt to whom his body clashes on. He was eventually crossing the pile of steel bars and wood, he forgot to tie his harness and seconds later a horrible scream of agony was heard from all over the place. He was rushed to the hospital aplied five stitches on the face, concrete cast on right arm and a few broken ribs.

The Sixth man on the list was more of a Boxing sport wherein he was smackdown by a fellow worker on the face like "iron" Mike Tyson smacking his opponent with a K.O. victory pose. The only difference in that was the boxing champ used gloves while the fellow worker used steel pipes. the poor challenger guy suffered from falling teeth, bleeding gums and a good night sleep for two days. And true enough just as tyson was put behind bars for his crime the striking fellow was escorted in the nearest jail.

The latest event goes to the three stooges. my fellow inspector reminded them to put the safety harness on the wire while they were removing scraps of the wall. They were standing on a platform with weak nail connection.
Then a deafening sound of thunder was heard and the three stooges are on the platform lying motionless.One with a broken arm, the second is still unconscious and the third one doesn't have a scratch. but bleeding from head to toe.-- They were admitted at the hospital with further examinations up to this day.

New incident would be added on the list if and only if the safety officer would slack off on their duty to remind the safety precautions on each and every persons working in this site.

Or maybe those people with hard head needs a lesson the hard way or they might experience the  practical  "actual" application of accident precautions.

"We build lives" (by taking others lives) were the rumored motto of construction related company. And this report would soon vanish in the record without any casualty compensation and assistance to their employer.

Quite a pretty business do'nt you think?

                                                           Anatomy of a life saving harness



                                                                  an ideal "tough guy"




Monday, June 13, 2011

the girl named adele


She was the bouncy lady with a superhuman voice. Despite her size she had overcome criticism from the watchful eyes of her critics in the industry. Her musical Genre in which she describe as "heartbroken soul".It is also describe by english news paper music critic as "a perfect backdrop to a lazy afternoon in the coffee shop." It is true enough for me when i first heard her song (rolling in the deep) the upbeat tempo, combined with angst and "Its-not-my-loss-&-i-dont-care" values have created a music that makes you think why do i ever had this kind of situation.

Her song chasing pavement ( the second song I heard from her) was a wake up call for all of us who're chasing blindly the stars that so high, walking on pavements which is not our own path to follow.
Turning Table is also one of the favorite for those people who are stuck in this messy life yet held their heads high and realized that the key thing to do is for them to get better and stronger. Strong enough to turn the table to their favorable side.

Lastly, this song of holding on and letting them know that they still got your back even if they've turned and leave you. It directly point to them telling your jerk friends(or lovers) that they still have a shoulder to lean on whenever they are weary. it also depicts the emotion of those who choose to support their love ones on their decision no matter how painful it may be for them.

 And so I'll leave a question for your mind to ponder. "Does love ends when relationships are over?" Does your caring for each other that you have carefully build up can be shattered by those hardships  that you've endured together.?

Maybe this song could help you think for the answers.

When the rain
Is blowing in your face
And the whole world
Is on your case
I could offer you
A warm embrace
To make you feel my love

When the evening shadows

And the stars appear
And there is no one there
To dry your tears
I could hold you
For a million years
To make you feel my love

I know you

Haven't made
Your mind up yet
But I would never
Do you wrong
I've known it
From the moment
That we met
No doubt in my mind
Where you belong

I'd go hungry

I'd go black and blue
I'd go crawling
Down the avenue
No, there's nothing
That I wouldn't do
To make you feel my love

The storms are raging

On the rolling sea
And on the highway of regret
Though winds of change
Are throwing wild and free
You ain't seen nothing
Like me yet

I could make you happy

Make your dreams come true
Nothing that I wouldn't do
Go to the ends
Of the Earth for you
To make you feel my love


Friday, June 10, 2011

Raincoat

Last night along with the heavy downpour of rain, I was given a chance to travel back home wearing my raincoat. (supplied by our contractor) Though the rain and winds are strong, I still manage to arrive home safely with a little sleepy eyes and full of wandering thoughts.

I do love the rain, and while walking i made some playful gestures together with the dancing water pouring on me. Then I remember the last time i wear a raincoat was during my fourth grade which was ages ago. Back then i have a blue raincoat that covers my whole body and the usual end of my class were at around 5:00-6:00 in the afternoon. I remember that day when i was about to go home and the rain started to get stronger, I asked my classmate to accompany me as we walk back home. But to my disappointment, she refused my offer (it's a "she" and i have a slight crush on her). and So there I was walking sulky stomping my feet on the flood. My uniform and bag were all wet but i did not pay any attention to it. But then the amazing thing happen on that very moment.

I  heard a wonderful voice. the soft and sometimes loud striking of rain from all over the place gives a perfect nature-played and well balanced rhythm of music. A melody not even composed of notes and chords but consisting of delicate elements of earth, wind and water. It's as if the rain is talking to me. Whispering his story of adventure cycle from being vaporized at the sea to becoming a real life paintings of clouds, showering the earth in the form of rain and continuously flowing in a stream as it journey back into the sea. From then on rain becomes my friend and comforter. That might be the reason why I engaged in musical instrument playing hoping that i might be able to transcribe the unique language I've been hearing into something more of a humane understanding.

As far as I could remember, during my birthday It always rain. Whether it's a stormy, mild or just a rainshower, It sure didn't miss my special day. It might be a sign of greetings and blessings for another fruitful year of my life. I'am much more excited to see the rain falling from the sky rather than receiving gifts and party celebrations. Likewise, I would be upset if the rain would come the other day after my birthday.

I do have some collection of lovely experiences while in the midst of rainy season but that would be another story to tell.

"Water" purifies almost everything. It cleanses our body our soul and even our transgressions. It reveal the inmost desire of our heart in crystal clear and transparent layers of truth and honesty. It dissolve hate and wash away pain from sufferings. We even seek the comfort it can give as water quenches our thirst for love, compassion and mercy towards the others. With this element we we're baptized and declared holy, sacred and purified. Thus our eyes were opened and  we can now know the truth the" He" is the living water by which whoever drink from it would never get thirsty again.

At present, I could still hear the rain and its beautiful language, but now , I'm singing and sometimes when no one is around i would sway my stiff  belly, wiggle my feet and nod my head in slight dancing. Rain is my friend. And to some, they detested and wished that he just go and stay away from their lives. To them he is an enemy that brings disaster and an ender of livelihood and even lives.But in reality, my friend only want  to share this marvelous feeling, a child-like attitude of pleasing our father(or mother) for us to carry and put us in his protecting arms & be at peace.

And so last Wednesday night, I have given another chance to meet and play with the rain. It always reminds me that i would always be singing in the rain for this glorious feeling of being happy again. Perhaps Gene Kelly felt the same way too. He might have heard the music that I'm hearing when he write a song and sing it with all his heart.

I pray that someday all of us will hear your voice and feel the overflowing joy. And when it comes, fill our heart with your wonderful blessing.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Back at one

Just when i made up my mind that i would move my lazy feet forward and start anew, and just as I'm starting to pick up the broken pieces of my life that i myself willingly messed it up, then why do words not intended for me would hit me hard enough for me to get into the mud again..

Days are numbered, and I'm still in this mess. I've made a promise that I'll be better but i guess it might not happen. I'm still a failure and nothing changed. For once, i thought i could make a difference but I'm still stuck on this place where I've been chained all through out  my body,  including my emotion.  

Don't know what to do if  you'll come back for me. should i tell you the truth that I've disappoint you or should i tell you the other way around. Honestly, I'm ready for the worst case scenario for that day. But why does it hurt so much even if you dont know that you're throwing dagger after dagger that was not  meant for me yet find its way to pierce and torture my inmost core.

Were those treasured days didn't mean anything to you? Night after night i've been rehearsing my lines, memorizing the patterned script that one day i could sum up my courage to say to you. But now i believe it is all meaningless. Will you even bother hearing my plea? will you accept my decision? will you still see the sun rising the way we both perceived it to be like our promises to keep?

Am i just expecting too much from you, or am i fooling myself from the truth. either way, I still hope that everything would turn out to be for the good of those people involved, even if it means that we would be hurting the persons whom we cared most.

The only way for this things to prevent from happening is for me to get better . Better than the last time you knew me and better than the one you expect me to be. But how can i do it? there's so many things to do in such a small time. I have wasted a lot of days only to shake my senses which i dont know if it did anything good for me.

Im back to square one, and I've been here for quite too long.

Maybe i belong in here.

Or maybe not.



Wait !  wait ! wait !
my apology for the wrong mtv upload...

This should be the appropriate video for this blog....