my brother is not a pig....he's just morbidly obese

i have a brother who weighs about 180 lbs but is just over 5'3". if you have a good grasp of proportions, you can visualize that my brother is fat. it doesn't make him any less of a person. hes' still a person. a person with the constitution of a pig!



yes! my brother is overweight. and so are my eldest and youngest sisters. they unfortunately inherited my dad's fat gene. but we shouldn't be entirely blaming on genes. after all, DNA doesn't chew your food or choose how much you eat. because aside from being graced with a metabolism that runs slower than a turtle on valium. they do share an undeniable fondness for food. they, 60% of americans, and who knows what percent of the world.

obesity is a current issue. and at the other side of the weight issue are the malnourished. which is where i previously fell under. five years back i was 118 lbs and 5'8". so i near resembled a stick figure puppet.

i didn't starve myself though. people even often commented a lot as to where i was putting what i was eating as i certainly wasn't gaining weight. it's just been recently that i've been growing sideways. i don't know whether i should be happy or depressed. the dilemma of how i should respond is of course encouraged by the fact that my pants before don't fit anymore and that i can barely see my cheekbones.

so i've been planning for quite some time to sign up for membership at a local fitness gym. to buff myself up. or look like i've got pandesal abs. i know i've got the finances to pay for month's of membership but i can't even make myself sign up yet. i've inquired at several places. holiday spa's offer was really interesting. considering that you get to pay P4500 for 3 months and you get a lot out of it. and then there's a nearby gym that charges only P550 per month. quite cheap and it's just less than 5 minutes ride from our place. but then again, i still haven't signed up for it.

that's one vice i can't seem to get rid of. i'm short of being a narcoleptic. i'm too lethargic to move about or make something out of my life. damn, i'm such a sloth!

.....but at least i'm not a pig.

caramel, cinnamon and a longing

desire is a six-letter word. i'd much rather prefer it to the concept of love. love as they say is complicated. desire is not. desire is not some complex machine that takes time to warm up. takes effort to operate. and takes forever to shut down.

the idea behind it is simple. all you have to do is want. nothing hard. which makes it all the more a powerful emotion. the simplicity of it makes it addictive and indulgent.

how difficult it could become depends on what you want. just remember to desire within your means. that often translates to desiring what you are. but we don't often find ourselves appealing.

that's expected.

so we often desire beyond ourselves. which becomes quite often troublesome. the common fix to making it easier is to make us want ourselves. so we do a lot of stuff to make ourselves better. we sign up for gym memberships. which we may or may not use. we drop by a spa or salon. monthly, weekly or daily. we follow all sorts of beauty regimens. we have surgery done. we even have self-help books to make us feel better about ourselves when nothing can basically be done.

we are what we always have been. slaves to a culture mastered by desire.

often master/mistress desire is depicted as an androgynous personage who transcends barriers of race, color and sex. to understand the nature of desire takes quite an effort. but basically, the representation is for us to know that desire is not just all about a physical wanting but can be much more than that. we will always want something. we may even want desire itself.

we don't always want to admit it because we want to believe that we are much better than that. when really? all of our intentions have always been dictated by the rule of "getting what we want."

so i have all the respect for those who have what they want. because i believe it must have been difficult getting it. it takes a battle tooth and nail in order to get to where you need to be.

as for me? well, my desires are simple. all i want is to be bigger. (no! i certainly did not mean in that department!) i want to go beyond the simple humanity and transcend to divinity. i don't seek to become a god. it won't be easy to explain it. such as it certainly would not be easy for me to understand too the desires of others. let's just end it at there then.

(this post was inspired after hearing suzanne vega's hypnotic track "caramel." it explains the title.)

industrial power tools + bouncing jugs = satisfaction

"push me, and then just touch me,
till i can get my, satisfaction."

the song is satisfaction by benny benassi. faintly over the background, you'd be hearing the words "push, push, push, push" repeated over and over. the song is plainly about wanting. a wanting that just goes on and on.

the song by itself is infectious and is quite a good dance beat. but there is one other thing of mention. the video adaptation by the ministry of sound. it's a sorta-home-shopping network commercial for industrial power tools. and every so often are practical bits of information on the tools being placed. quite boring. were it not for the graphically stimulating images of sweaty, scantily clad, big-breasted women in suggestive poses.



so what's the sense in discussing the said video. it's intended to stress the point of my blog. SEX SELLS. if there is one successful way of promoting whatever product you are selling, then you have got to SEX it up.

which is why i would suggest for our client, ibm-sprint to make it as a promotion for their products. add a tiny bit of sex into the goddamn services. thus, vision should come with a month's free membership to XXX sites. aas/aap orders should come with a free sex toy. roadside rescue should be hiring sexy mechanics to assist our helpless customers. and sprint long distance should allow 50 free minutes to a phone sex hotline.

but i'm getting side-tracked here and so far my writings have done nothing to establish this fact.

shit! i just did research online and there is a new study that now establishes that sex and violence do not sell. bummer! might as well not continue with what i'm trying to write on here.

hmmph! the survey was a cheat. it's actually conducted to see whether viewers of a violent, sexually explicit television program would be able to remember advertisements for products such as cereal, soft drinks and laundry detergent. well of course you wouldn't expect any success in that. viewers are more likely to remember the sexual or violent program. maybe if you had organically grown vegetables being used in those programs and then momentarily flashed in the screen, then it's more likely for the viewer to remember "farmer green's fresh zuchinnis."

to further establish this, let's have a quick look at what's currently popular. the current no. 1 single in the us right now is "promiscuous" by nelly furtado feat timbaland. i hope you've heard the song or it'd be a waste of time to use it as an example. but then, let's quote some words from song:

"promiscuous girl
wherever you are
i’m all alone
and it's you that i want

promiscuous boy
you already know
that i’m all yours
what you waiting for?"

the song, as a resource in youtube.com briefly describes is a take on the controversial topic of maintaining sexual relations with a lot of casual partners. very interesting and would aptly describe the prevailing culture that encourages promiscuity.

well, promiscuity is a favorable subject. that and whichever aspect of sex is an interesting subject. it's solidly established into a lot of our mediums of entertainment already.

but there remains one medium where sex is never seen as favorable....

the horror movie. it is a known and established fact that in horror movies, anybody doing sex or being overtly promiscuous is sure to die. that's been established since nightmare on elm street where a young johnny depp get's eaten by a bed. or more currently in house of wax where paris hilton get's skewered in the head. again, no sex in horror films. or you'll die. only the virgin gets to keep his life.



a comforting thought.

...but then again, my life isn't a horror movie.