Why Magnum costs fifty fucking pesos

You're not paying for this,



or this,



or this,




or this.





What you're actually paying for is this



this




this



this



this




all these freebies




and the cost of making all these people put this ice cream in their mouths while you drool in envy and wonder.





Your drool and wonder is exactly what Magnum hopes is enough to make you rush to your neighborhood supermarket and fork up P50 to temporarily feel you're worthy enough to deserve what they have.

To feel worthy and royal for P50? -- it's a fucking steal.





Credit goes to Chuvaness and Magnum for the pics.

From sexual harassment to racism to Angel Locsin to Sharon Cuneta to Elizabeth Taylor

Stay with me on this.

The phenomenon of how an issue morphs from one subject to another - with nothing being actually resolved (because it is more fun in the Philippines when we are talking about a topic we can all agree and agree to disagree on as well as violently disagree on) - is nothing new because we all do it in the comfort of our own homes. And since the Philippines is one big dysfunctional family anyway, it is unnatural if the discussion does not extend over for public consumption.

But first the facts:

everyone in their right minds digress.


For instance, you're scolding yaya for making an advance in her salary and though you do give in to her request, you also hate her for having a Bisaya accent and how you wish you hired that Ilokano househelp instead of this one from Iloilo. It has nothing to do with her request for a salary advance but you make the connection anyway because you think Bisayas are not as thrifty as Ilokanos. And you are Ilokano.

Our habit of digression usually happens when we take certain things personally or when we make something unrelated to us seemingly about ourself.

e.g.

Arnold Clavio talks about the sexual harassment case filed by Cristy Ramos against 2 Azkals members but generalizes the whole team and rebukes all of them for their good looks and arrogance. He makes the rational connection that because of their good looks, they have therefore become arrogant enough to think there is nothing wrong about insulting/offending a woman.

If he stopped right there, there would be no need for him to apologize because it is difficult to dispute that the Azkals are not good-looking, plus the detailed account of how someone from Azkals stood before a former Phil. Olympic Committee president while only wearing an underwear and how someone guessed her bra size strongly suggests male hubris.

These are certainties, albeit somewhat relative, which Clavio states spot-on.

Unfortunately, Clavio went further and blamed the Azkals' British accents, their non- fluency in any FIlipino dialect, their patrician noses and non-kayumanggi skin as grave misdemeanors as these to him suggests that they aren't really Filipinos - a detail which could be easily disputed in any local or international court of law. Also, not all Azkals are foreign-born and bred. Plus, these issues arent even relevant to sexual harassment. He also sarcastically makes a swipe at the team for being or feeling as if they are "God's gift to women."

These are therefore Clavio's opinion. Of course, Arnold Clavio is not...a foreigner/Azkal/feeling as if he is God's gift to women.



And since the door has been opened to free-wheeling opinions, everyone added on theirs.

e.g.

Us: Arnold Clavio is speaking the truth, hooray for Arn-Arn!

Them: Arnold Clavio, as based on his remark that the Azkals are non-Filipinos, is a racist.

Cheezmiss: Arnold Clavio is a brown supremacist.

Angel Locsin: Arnold Clavio is insensitive.



Cheezmiss: Why is Angel Locsin fighting / defending Phil Younghusband? Phil Younghusband isn't even involved in the sexual harassment case. She doesnt even know what Phil Younghusband thinks of Clavio's statement. They dont even talk about this. Therefore, does he even care? If he doesnt care, why should she? Even if he does care, why should she also?

Angel Locsin: "Actually, hindi ko siya kinakausap tungkol dito. Ako lang [ito]...May mga bali-balita siya, pero ngayon kasi ang focus niya talaga ay sa laban."

Yun naman pala e!

This is not your battle girl! You're not even boyfriend-girlfriend.

"Magulo nga, e. Kapag tinanong na kasi ako... pero... gano'n na rin 'yon."
Paliwanag ni Angel, hindi kasi nila napag-uusapan ni Phil ang tungkol sa estado ng relasyon nila ngayon.
"At least, walang away, walang mga expectations, walang mga demands. Mas nagwo-work siya sa amin, di ba?"


Why are you taking responsibility for something your pseudo-boyfriend is not even responsible for?

Girl, stop lifting your man. He is heavy, it is unnecessary and he has teammates to lift him up so you dont have to.



This isnt even your fight. Your "man" isnt even fighting, why are you the one with the gloves?

Are you doing an Ate Shawie?

You know, the one where Sharon Cuneta takes on the role as Kiko Sen's extension

and dislikes the person her husband dislikes,

hates the person her husband hates,

loathes the stuff her husband loathes, etc.


You do know this is not love. This is simply juvenile.

"..nag-request sina Sharon at Kiko na bumoto si Tito kay Kiko. But Tito couldn’t do that because of his commitment to those who helped him during the campaign. He explained that to Sharon. I thought that Sharon understood the whole thing; I thought that there was a closure already."

“Imagine how surprised I was when I saw Sharon on TV saying na masama ang loob niya sa Uncle Tito niya dahil hindi nya sinuportahan si Kiko."


Or is this Angel Locin's and Sharon Cuneta's way of getting their man's attention onto them?

The way Ate Shawie says on her Twitter account she has her laptop by her bed because her husband is holding and pressing the keys of his phone instead of her.

and

Angel Locsin claims: "Pero mas okay ang ganito, especially sa trabaho namin...Lalo na siya, one month siyang nawawala."



And - this is another opinion and is therefore not a fact -

I wonder if Ate Shawie is going through what Elizabeth Taylor went through when she was married to a US Senator?

In the late 1970s, Elizabeth Taylor was married to Senator John Warner (R-VA) and living a staid life in Washington, D.C. Her days were not all happy ones—she put on weight, lounged in bed..

Elizabeth Taylor: “being a senator’s wife is thoroughly debilitating” and that after sharing the campaign with her husband she was consigned to “a kind of domestic Siberia once he was elected. . . . I don’t think I’ve ever been so alone in my life as when I was Mrs. Senator.”

Eventually, Elizabeth Taylor had to go to a fat farm to shed off all the weight she gained during the relationship.



Liz Taylor and her Senator husband divorced after 5 years of marriage.

Dear Bear Brand,

If you were born in 1976 as according to Ate Vi,

and have celebrated your 30th anniversary a few years ago,




how could Dancing Lolo drink you or even remember you when you weren't even been born then?

Could it be that Dancing Lolo has dementia and made all that up???

How we kiss according to Close-Up

The way we kiss or find the reasons to have changed since the early 80's up until 2010 as according to Close-Up toothpaste.



The early 80's Close-up Kiss

The 80's Close-up kiss is quick and to the point. It is also - at its best - not supposed to be malicious or else, they wouldn't have gotten cherub-faced Gabby Concepcion to be in it.


Take note though that this advertisement is circa B.G. and B.C. (Before Grace Ibuna) and (Before Cuneta, Sharon) and before everyone discovered that Gabby Concepcion had the capacity to be a very prolific "sperm donor" (note that this is the actual term used by Grace Ibuna).


Look at the ad! He didn't even give anyone a kiss but it was the girl who did the kissing - on the cheek! - and perfunctorily too, while a young Gabby pretends nothing happened (just like in real life?). Also, the commercial is playing it safe by making the girl do the kissing and not the guy. A guy, after all, is not supposed to take advantage of a girl. Or at least that is what Close-up wants us to think.


(It made me remember a conversation I overheard between two male young adult tambays outside our house.


Male young adult: Pare ba't walang lalakeng nagrereklamong ni-rape sya ng babae? Pag pumunta ka pa sa pulis sinabi mo "Ni-rape ako ng babae" pagtatawanan ka lang ng pulis. Iisipin bakla ka pa. Di ba? Bat lagi na lang babae?)



In another early 80's Close-Up commercial - and again with cherub-faced Gabby Concepcion - there is no kissing shown,



just the possibility that it would definitely occur as seen by - again - the guy's excitement upon seeing a new gorgeous ingenue. See how close they are and how both are liking it?


Still, they do not kiss. They are not supposed to. It is too early. This is the early 80's. This was highly likely before Madonna, before P.S. I Love You and before Boy George. So if being covered up in the neck while doing aerobics is the in-thing amidst Manila's 37 degrees C tropical climate, so be it. And notice the ingenue's skirt length. Is that below the knee or above the Achilees heel?





Close-Up Kissing in the mid-80's


Though this commercial was officially shown during the Madonna (post-Like-a-Virgin) era and probably during the height of noontime show Lunch Date's popularity, mainstream commercials seem to be stuck in the paper roses romance of the 1960's.

This now classic commercial - and song - is considered by many as the quintessential Close-Up commercial. It is so well-liked it was remade in 2008.

Compare the original ad with its remake and see how the mid-80's commercial is more sweet, sentimental and - in today's worldview - prude compared to its later version.

In the original, observe how the man and the woman took their sweet time getting to know each other:

first thing they did was bump at each other accidentally and show their pearly white smile,

then they called each other up (and shared the news to their ecstatic friends),

then went out on a date,

then gave each other gifts

and then horsed around - literally - as normal daters usually do at that time.

The point of all these was to show that they are giving each other tons of "time (AND MORE THAN) just a little more time" before they would get close and closer.



But flash forward to its 2009 remake and voila!

The man (Gerald Anderson) and woman (Kim Chiu) meet and then smile at each other.

There is more drama inserted in the ad as the man struggles to introduce himself to the woman. But all eventually fail.


Even when both become physically close, they couldnt seem to find the right words to say to each other except a curt "Hi" and "Bye." Apparently, the Facebook era has made it easier for them to end up together by making the man climb on desks and sing in public to which his would-be girlfriend would then catch his drift and allow herself to be kissed - because in this PinoyBigBrother culture of watching and being watched, it is more embarrassing to not return his public display of affection than to call his over-the-top efforts weird.


Did you notice that the first time they actually meet is the first time they also kiss? - it is not explicitly shown but we are left to put the pieces together and we know they do smooch. There was no lengthy getting-to-know phase required, no dating necessary, no gift-giving.

They all skipped those rituals and went straight to kissing (or probably clicking each other's like button on Facebook).



Close-up kissing in the 1990's

Now this Close-up commercial I distinctly remember because - back then - I was old enough to comprehend the idea of kissing and also knowledgeable enough to vaguely have an idea of what love is supposed to be.

Also, this commercial is a fairly successful attempt to repeat the success of the Closer You and I commercial. This 90's ad showed that a kiss is merely Just a Smile Away.



This ad is uncannily spot-on with what a woman goes through when she - unbeknownst to her - has a gay boyfriend.

Seriously.

You don't believe me?

Look,

First off, who's the dude in this picture?



Or in this?



Or this?




Is it a coincidence that the girl they chose for the ad who has the most adorable Close-Up smile is short-haired? and from afar, looks like a dude?

Still, that's not the point. When I re-watched this commercial - now with more knowledgeable eyes - I can't help but be intrigued with this dude's expression in the first few seconds of the ad.



Watching the rest of it, my mind suddenly paralleled the expressions the dude on this ad made to the ones I saw from a male friend who later outed himself as gay.

My suspicions were confirmed when I discovered that the guy in this ad is 90's hearthrob Robbie Tarroza who later in his career revealed that he is gay (and was even voted Mr. Congeniality in the 2006 Mr. Gay International pageant).

That would explain this look:



and this:




and why he was more excited when the Tempura came.



Watch the height of those eyebrows, I couldnt understand how Tempura could be that exciting.


That would also explain the girl's antsy look. You would get antsy too if your "boyfriend" finds Tempura more exciting than you.



And why he would rather hold your hand, hug and make your foreheads kiss, not your lips.



That would also explain why he's not in a hurry to kiss you and would rather give you a "smile (THAT) blows a kiss into (YOUR) heart" because he knows something you don't.





When they do kiss in the end - he's even talking (to delay the inevitable) - we're not shown their actual kiss but we know they do.



Close-up kissing in 1992

Kissing up-close in 1992 is relatively still the same. But because their target market is younger, the makers of the ad had to hold off raging hormones and make the event sort of like a play-date.

After the accidental meet, the getting to know stage is laid out in full color. They blow bubbles, bike around, clown around, hold hands. But they don't kiss though since the characters are still in their teens - and the target market is too.



Still, the "getting to know stage" is obviously evident you could actually spell the words backwards





Close-up kissing in 2010

But in 2010, all it takes is 30 seconds, 30 seconds! to establish rapport with someone he or she has just met. A would-be relationship blossoms in real-time. It is quick, inexpensive and happens in one place.

There is no date.

There is no calling.

No sharing with friends or Facebook or singing.

There is no talking even. Just a furtive glance at first, then a very brief pursuit and finally a mutual understanding both agree on.

Close-up says, why prolong it anyway?




Close-up can only make what the public is ready to accept, doing so makes it easy for the public to buy their toothpaste.

What then is Close-up telling us about us?

Are you always game? like Angel Locsin in the Modess commercial? or Never Absent like the woman in the Bear Brand commercial?

Do not do these at home or while out on a date, unless you want to paint yourself into a corner:

If you want to be someone's "Perfect Date,"

do not complain,

love what your date loves,

make your date feel good about himself,

be giddily excited about commuting,

look beyond your date's flaws and compensate for his lack of preparedness by accepting anything and everything he gives / or does not give,

show him that you're willing to put up with anything because you think you're perfect like that sans your real feelings about walking out in the wet muddy street wearing white pants.



There's a fine line between being "game" and being "always game."

Being game is accepting what IS and going with it. You roll with the punches, you take anything as it comes along, you're a "koboy," you're not "maselan," you're not "ma-ewwww," you're not "maarte."

But if you're "always game for anything" even if there is no need to be, even if the moment doesn't call for it,

you could end up saying 'yes' when you mean 'no,'

you could end up doing something you didn't want to,

you could also end up getting Hepa-B from eating too much peddled kwek-kwek.



If you're always game while you are young, you could - as you "mature" - morph into this mother in this Bear Brand commercial who is "Always Present, Never Absent" - maybe until she gets chronic-fatigue syndrome or osteoporosis from doing anything and everything all at once.




Who said she should be "Always Game" or "Always Present, Never Absent" anyway?

Maybe KFC's bucket meal did?

Yes, it is never too early to condition your child to be a dutiful superwoman like mommy. Notice that both parents came home from work but it is still mommy's job to make dinner.

Random thoughts and questions about sexual harassment (only) in the men's locker room (?)

1) Sexual harassment occurs everywhere -- it's in schools, government offices, private corporations, streets.

Why would sexual harassment in the locker room be any different then? Why can't it be treated as it is? Why are some quarters dismissing / minimizing it as normal simply because it happened in a male locker room, is it because it happened in a male turf?

2) If someone was offended, there has clearly been a boundary violated.
But just because someone wasn't offended doesn't necessarily mean a violation did not occur,

(e.g. See Lia Cruz's account of a hand grabbing her butt cheek while she was doing her job as a sports reporter inside a men's locker room )

it just might mean:

a) one is used to it that it's almost an unspoken, tried & tested mathematical equation (man in locker room + woman doing her job = liberty to butt-cheek-grab booyah)

b) expects it (thanks to cultural, societal conditioning a-la Pavlov's dogs)

c) learned helplessness has become the norm


3) Why is James Younghusband harping about people bringing "football down?" Sexual harassment has nothing to do with football.

4) Did it help that we all noticed this news (and judged the complainant less) because we were all informed
that the alleged victim is "FVR's daughter" and not `some' "Glamour Model?"

5) Did it help that we all paid attention to her because she has a father that was a former president? Was her identity as a female former Philippine Olympic Committee president not ("hot") or attention-grabbing enough for the news headline and/ or our attention?

6) See how the alleged perpetrator of the harassment mentioned purportedly something about a specific detail "maybe a B-cup" but now vaguely describes the incident a mere "misunderstanding" - and yes he is heartbroken too about being misunderstood NOT because someone found his statement offensive.

Fortunately, he has apologized for it to the public - with the faint hope that the PERSON who was personally offended by the "misunderstanding" will read, overhear his abstract apology and find it in her heart to accept his humble sorry - despite it being directed TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN.

Yes ladies and gentlemen, his apology is so inSINCERE it hurts.

And I quote: `"To all those who I inadvertently hurt or insulted due to a comment directed to a teammate, please accept my humble apology,” Moy said in a report by The Philippine Star.'


FVR's daughter accuses 2 Azkals of sex harassment | ABS-CBN News
www.abs-cbnnews.com/.../fvrs-daughter-accuses-2-azkals-sex-harass...2 Mar 2012 – MANILA, Philippines (UPDATE) – Former Philippine Olympic Committee (POC) President Cristy Ramos lodged a sexual harassment complaint ...

FVR's daughter pursues case vs 2 Azkals | ABS-CBN News
www.abs-cbnnews.com/.../fvrs-daughter-pursues-case-vs-2-azkals5 days ago – Asian Football Confederation (AFC) match commissioner Cristy Ramos hinted on Monday that only the punishment of 2 Philippine national ...

Palace hands off in FVR daughter's sexual harassment complaints ...
www.journal.com.ph/.../25517-palace-hands-off-in-fvr-daughters-se...3 days ago – MALACAÑANG is not about to lift its finger in connection with the complaint of Cristy Ramos, daughter of former President Fidel V. Ramos, ...

FVR daughter Cristy describes in detail 'harassment' from Azkals ...
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'Must be a B cup': FVR's daughter files sex rap vs Azkals
www.philippinenews.com/.../6080-must-be-a-b-cup-fvrs-daughter-fil...4 Mar 2012 – Ramos, daughter of former President Fidel V. Ramos, claimed that the two Azkals players displayed improper conduct while she was ...

FVR's Daughter Accuses 2 Azkals Of Sex Harassment ...
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FVR's daughter accuses 2 Azkals of sex harassment – ABS CBN ...
www.philippine-azkals.com/fvrs-daughter-accuses-2-azkals-of-sex- ...2 Mar 2012 – Philippine Azkals - Latest News about the Philippine Azkals Football Team.

Philippine Daily Inquirer - FVR'S daughter raps 2 Azkals with sexual ...
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FreshNewsBuzz: FVR daughter harassed by 2 Azkals?
freshnewsbuzz.blogspot.com/.../fvr-daughter-harassed-by-2-azkals.ht...3 Mar 2012 – FVR daughter harassed by 2 Azkals? Cristy Ramos, daughter of former President Fidel V. Ramos and former Philippine Olympic Committee ...

The problem with PLDT myDSL's Anna Banana Commercial - Updated

Let me guess the target market for this ad.



It's for low to middle income families who can afford a phoneline and internet connection in their homes (and who idealize living in a detached 3-bedroom house in an exclusive village) but cannot afford a Yaya or maid of their own

- probably because the salary meant for Yaya went to the phone company instead. If Yaya were there, Mommy could have elicited her help and included in the househelp's job description:

"create YouTube account, click to play Anna Banana video every 5 minutes."

Or at least: "do the groceries and turn the faucet off while I click on Anna Banana video every 5 minutes."

Or "call relatives and ask them to click on Anna Banana video every 5 minutes."

If the family in this ad is living in a Western country or have Western sensibilities, it is believable if they're not asking relatives for help in watching the vid. But clearly, they are in the PH, despite them living in a very 1st-world looking suburb, because - LOOK! - they're using PLDT.

Could you imagine anyone in the PH living in a house that big with no househelp? Could you? I'll give you three seconds.

Now, do you see that it is definitely unreal?

Of course ads aren't supposed to be "real," they only have to be believable or at least culturally correct / relatable.

If you could relate to this ad, If you find nothing off or odd or OA about this ad, then it is definitely for you. Surprise! you're PLDT myDSL's target market.


Second Surprise! The ad is for parents who are not grounded in their own reality. If ever the parents insist they're "grounded," they are only so in a way that fits with what they want/imagine that reality to be - they refuse to see what, who or where they are NOW.

Do you know those kind of parents?

You know -- - those parents who buy all the raffle tickets in the barangay kiddie beauty pageant contest their daughter is in so that their daughter will emerge as a winner (because they can't stand it if their daughter loses)

or the parents who do their kid's project because they couldnt stand seeing their child submit to the school a bad-looking one / or they couldnt stand seeing their child huff and puff and be challenged enough to actually make one,

Do you know those kind of parents? Or is it you?

Another surprise! We've all been there because it's easy. Us as a caregiver, helping - more than its necessary to do so - oddly calms us. Giving - more than we should - gives us a sense of (false) pride. "I helped, Im a good person, bow."

As the receiver of too much care from a giver, us as children - at one point in our lives - were then given permission to be complacent and to look up at ourselves not with truth but with warm-flattering-studio lights - the kind that conceals what we cannot yet admit/face/want to see.

Do you know a child like that? Or was it - is it still - you?


I found it disturbing how the mother in the ad is obsessed with getting her son's video to reach 100 views - and she's doing it all on her own - unnatural in our cultural context.

Because you SEE, it isn't about her son, really.

It's about her.

The 100 views is more for the mother than it is for her son. She thinks that by doing everything, she is therefore doing good - and by whose standards?

She is obsessed with the idea that her son might think of himself as pathetic - and that she is the mother of a pathetic son no one wants to watch - so she might as well control his perception which trumps everything else reality is telling her:

that her son's vid - though cute - really doesn't deserve 100 views,

that she is not really helping her son by helping him,

that giving everything is not loving (giving is giving, loving is simply just loving);

that she cannot see her son the way he is and so prefer to look at him the way she wants to see him - the fact that she is idealizing him means she is disrespecting him and so cannot see him as anything else other than what she wants him to be;

She thinks less of herself if people don't like her son or

she think more of herself if people like him - (SHE CAN'T SEEM TO SEE THE FACT THAT: "PEOPLE ONLY CARE IF YOU DO" is more real than her delusion);


Can she actually look at her son NOW and see him for what he is right at this MOMENT and not what she wants him to be?

Clearly, she wants to do anything and everything to make her child happy because she thinks that that's what would make her happy.

She carries all that weight to make her child's life easy, to make her child live the life the way he wants, the way she imagine his life should be - struggle-free and pain-free - even if sometimes it is best to allow him to learn how to do, think, be on his own.


See the fear in her eyes? Can she admit that she is afraid more for herself - and what people will think of how much control she has over her child's false self - than it is to raise an emotionally healthy person?




Her child is only taking his cue from her.

So it is no wonder that he's singing a self-made song about a girl who he says is his crush but compares her instead to a fried fruit is not really for the girl, it's for himself.

He really doesn't care about the girl, he only cares for what everybody thinks (how cool) he is in that vid by making it supposedly for the girl.

He only cares that people care. After all, he has the 100 views to prove it.

As long as he doesn't find out the numbers were manipulated by his own mother in the same way she manipulates his pseudo-self-esteem, trust in the fact that he'll grow up a brat, a Mama's Boy, a narcissist or a jerk.


--- I suddenly remember one Christmas years ago at the World Trade Center Xmas Bazaar where people were packed like sardines in the venue while looking at and buying Christmas-related wares/products/gifts. The place was so packed people were shoving each other for space. I saw a young boy - probably 11 or 12 loose his footing for some reason - as it was natural to do at an overcrowded venue - but suddenly blames his "shameful" "ego-"trip" (pun intended) on his Yaya.

"Oy! Wala akong ginagawa sayo ah!" the yaya blurted out as if she has done so - and is so used to do - for the nth time.

"Ikaw eh!" the brat insisted.

To which his mother handled the situation by embracing the boy, patting his back and healing his bruised identity - as one incapable of falling over - by condoning his un-called for blame and pacifying his temper. And suddenly, in my mind's eye, I see him years after playing the same game but this time addressing the blame to his mom.




Oh, and this post really is not about the ad, it is about YOU.

The ad was made for you anyway and the fact that you like it or find nothing wrong with it means the makers of the ad know YOU.

That's a signal for you to ask: "Do I know me?"



Actual Youtube comments about the ad:


Nobody but his mom would watch his video. His mom had to feed his ego to boost his self-esteem. I feel for the mom.
EJBronteable 2 days ago 9


from what country did this take place? Philippines?
TheMegaCommentkid 15 hours ago


yan ang tunay na magulang !!
gagawin ang lahat mapasaya lang
ang anak !! hindi naman lahat pero
na touch ako sa effort ng mama
nya para maka 100views !! hahaha
VerseSeventeen17 4 days ago 14


my kudos to whoever conceptualized wrote and directed this commercial....GENIUS!!
katef4 8 hours ago



"`The problem with kids today...' Stop right there, I'll finish: is parents today."
- The Last Psychiatrist

What Whitney Houston's Songs tell us about being in pseudo-love and being in authentic love

What is pseudo-love?

Pseudo-love is ego-love.

It is you loving the self which the world sees,

it is you caring for the self which the world helped create,

it is appreciating the self from the standards of others, from the judgments and opinion of others,

it is you loving yourself through the eyes of others,

it is you finding your worth only by being deemed worthy by people/places/things/events outside you.

It is you looking at yourself from the eyes of others.



You know you're in pseudo-love when you're saving all your love for someone whom your friends believe is in love with someone else.

You know you do not love your self when you'd rather be home feeling blue when you have an option not to.

You know you're in pseudo-love when you feel the need to run to someone and feel safe in his or her arms, and if you don't, you literally feel like you're going to die.

You know you do not love your self when you feel unfulfilled, empty when there's no one caring for you, no one wiping away your tears or kissing away all your fears.

You're in pseudo-love when you expect someone to fill you up, to give you love - more love than you've ever seen.

You're in pseudo-love when you think he or she is all you've got in this world or that he or she is all the man or woman you'll ever need.

You do not love your self when you allow yourself to belong to someone.

You're in pseudo-love when you live to make him/her happy.



What is authentic love?

Authentic love is knowing your Self,

it is going inside your Self,

it is experiencing all the feelings your Self has gone through - not repressing them, not NOT acknowledging them, not dismissing them, not judging them. It is You just allowing your feelings to surface, you just allow them to be felt by you.

Ultimately, by doing so, you get to know You. The You that is safe, that is still. The You that knows that the You -

as you are - is more than enough.

The You that is left untouched by any pain, attachment, sadness, happiness, pride, etc.

The You that is just is.

The You that is still.

The You that is simply Love.


You're in authentic love when you know no one can take away your soul and dignity.

You're in authentic love when you know that the greatest love of all is inside you.

You're in authentic love when you know love will save the day,

You're in authentic love when you respect and honor your self,

when you feel like doing your hair for you,

when you call your friends and love being and enjoying their company,

when your heart decides to stop riding the emotional roller coaster

and when you feel strong enough to start moving mountains, swimming seas and climbing over walls.




You are secure in Love and in your Self when you realize you can only love someone authentically

when you learn to love your Self first - and you act on this fact.


"If you do not know your inner center, love will become an attachment.

If you know your inner center,

love will become devotion.

But you must first be there to love.

When you re rooted in your self, when you know who you are,

then you will not cling to anyone.

Only then can you love because sharing is possible and with no conditions, no expectations.

You simply share because you have an abundance. You have so much it is overflowing.

This overflowing of yourself is Love."

Osho

F Sionil Jose is not lazy to sign my copy of his book

At Powerbooks on February 11, 2012, F Sionil Jose declares that he prefers to limit the questions asked in the Open Forum so he can sign a lot of copies of the books he is selling.

And we all agreed.


I saw my thesis adviser from my university days and was excited to greet her until I actually did and discovered I combined the first name of Lit teacher A and the last name of Lit teacher B and voila, she shakes her head in puzzlement on why I was calling her by not-her-name.

And then I forgot how I managed to recall her actual name or how she managed to tell me who she is

but I remember how I cringed in embarrassment for my amnesia

and felt shame that I did not remember her but that she actually remembers me and what my thesis was

and I went around in circles trying to save my faux pas

but I could not and so told her, sincerely, how it was good to see her again (am not sure if she could say the same to me) and honored her space by making an exit.



I also witnessed Dr. Margie Holmes express her respect and adoration for F Sionil Jose

and saw I.R. Cruz smile in amusement at Dr. Holmes' candid confession.


F Sionil Jose's daughter offered a seat to me and I also discovered that it was her first time attending a book launch of her father's.


I lined up with mostly old men and women and a few younger women and men (local and foreign) to have our book copies signed (I was carrying a copy of his Gleanings of a Life in Literature) and wondered the standard profile of F Sionil Jose's fans/readers

while an older friend instructs me to stop lining up and eat the free food instead.

The Greatest Voice of All

"Houston was a mezzo-soprano, and was commonly referred to as "The Voice" in reference to her exceptional vocal talent. Her vocal range extended from G below middle C (G3) to high B-flat (B♭5); she could belt out to treble F (F5). No other female pop star – not Mariah Carey, not Celine Dion, not Barbra Streisand – quite rivals Houston in her exquisite vocal fluidity and purity of tone, and her ability to infuse a lyric with mesmerizing melodrama.""


Aint no Way Whitney Houston is dead. But she is.



All at Once, fans took a moment to realize, she's not coming back,

and it's finally hit everyone all at once.


Instantly, we remember that One Moment In Time we heard her excellently unforgettable voice and sang (or at least tried to) any of her songs.

She is the Queen of the Night.

She has more than a Million Dollar Bill.

But sadly, she has Something in Common with the late great Michael Jackson which Houston herself admitted to in her 2009 interview with Oprah).



In her 2009 "comeback," everyone thought she was Fine.

Some even called her return a Miracle.

But now we know It Isn't, It Wasn't, It Ain't Never Gonna Be.


She was open about her struggles and spoke about it so candidly and honestly.

She described how she expertly combined cocaine and marijuana enough for me to be curious enough to Try It on My Own.

She related how she once thought her marriage to her ex-husband Bobbi Brown was Worth It.

She told everyone how she adored her father - despite him suing her for $100M before he died - and staunchly defends him still by claiming that him suing her was influenced by people around him.

She recounts how her husband started to change for the worst when her father died.

She told of how she was spit on.

How she was controlled.

How she witnessed the women come and go in her ex-husband's life

and how she experienced all the abuse and knew its Not Right But Its Okay because she stayed on anyway.

She said

being with Bobbi had become a habit.

"He was my drug" she told Oprah.

She felt he was "All the Man that I Need."


"I Belong to You" -- she probably felt this towards Bobbi.

"Love That Man" she could have said.


Despite the abuse, she was 14 years attached to him enough to declare "(I'm) Saving All My Love For You"

But the pain became unbearable that the cracks were showing.

She was reportedly seen So Emotional in public

yet she stayed and still hoped that Love Will Save the Day.


Whitney My Honey, did you think he will Run To You whenever he said he would?

Did you numb all that pain away with medication?

He might be out of your life but is his evil eyes still haunting you?


She also said "I'm my own worst enemy"

and

"The biggest devil is me."

Kevin Costner confirmed Whitney Houston's feelings of inadequacy when she reportedly asked, "Am I good enough?"

"Would they like me?"



and we could only wonder how she could have felt or thought that way about herself.




I now wonder if Madonna or Tina Turner or Mariah Carey could've helped her, with them having been in a similarly violent and physically/emotionally/sexually abusive, addictive, controlling relationship (Madonna with Sean Penn, Mariah Carey with Tony Mottola and Tina with Ike Turner).

Whitney Houston, the world thanks you for helping us understand the fact that The Greatest Love of All is indeed learning to love one's Self.

In your next life, feel free to say "I Learned from the Best" and that ultimately you can truthfully say "I Know my Own Strength."

What I know about former Pres GMA I learned from my mother

My mother used to work for the Department of Trade and Industry's Garments and Textile Export Board. She was there for more than two decades.

When I was young, I loved to dial her office number after watching the afternoon soap opera "Yagit," When the operator or guard would answer the phone, I'd immediately say "Board Sec" and my call will be transferred to her section.

I would then excitedly tell her the show's highlights as well as all the tragedy which befell Josie - the young thin, dark-skinned girl who is one of the show's protagonist along with her obese - was it brother? - Tom-Tom.

My mother would listen intently to my story whilst saying "ooh" and "aah" as she makes sure she indulges my interest while feigning hers. She would even repeat what I said in playful surprise, "Kinidnap si Josie!?"

to which her officemates would then gather around her and - with great curiosity and concern - ask who was it that got kidnapped. They all heave a sigh of relief when they discover we were only talking about a soap opera.



One time, I got sick and had a very high fever.

It was a weekday and I remember her going home early to check on me.

After she took my temperature and rubbed every nook and cranny of my body with a cold towel, she proceeded to vent and describe how she argued and fought with her "boss."

'She didn't want me to go home early!' my mother angrily said.

'Even after I told her you're sick!' my mother fumed.

'She wanted everyone to stay and do overtime!' my mother gnashed her teeth.

'I told her I can't!' my mother continued.

Mama said she was so angry at her boss' lack of empathy that in the middle of their conversational argument, my mother gallantly walked out. She said she could see from the corner of her eye how her "boss" coldly but incredulously stared at her as she walked out the door.

When she was about to "punch out" - they used time cards back then - she discovered all the time cards were gone. The guard said the "boss" took all of it so that anyone who wants to go home had to pass by - and ask - the "boss" first.

I imagine my mother said in her head, "Fuck it" and left the office to be able to tend to me.

The next day, she said all the time cards were back where they should be.




At that time, I always heard my mother say "GMA" this, "GMA" that.

She never fails to use it in a sentence such as,

"GMA danced Lambada! in our Christmas Party!"

"We were screaming at GMA while she was dancing, we called her `short'"

"GMA shouted and cussed while she slammed the door to her office when she discovered her husband was having an affair."


or

"One of our officemate got the shock of his life when he innocently walked past GMA and she inadvertently asked him to get the average figures for exporter A,B,C,D. Our officemate panicked and absent-mindedly blurted out `Ma`m, add-add and then divide-divide?" To which GMA annoyingly replied, "What are you saying?!"


Reportedly, GMA disliked inefficiency.

Amazingly, she seems to also not carry grudges.

Her favorite curse word is "Punyeta."

She was also so hands-on that she'd give a surprise visit/inspection to a specific department and actually do the job of the clerk so she'd see for herself how export applications were processed as well as how quick it is done - and everyone hated her for it.

On GMA's first day at work, the whole of GTEB held a strike against her which was lead by then law-student-at-night and GTEB employee-by-day (now Atty.) J. Andres. Years later, GMA would be one of the Ninangs in his wedding.



Their office also held weekend Planning Sessions, sort of like a team-building exercise so everyone knew how to work with each other harmoniously.

In one group activity my mother was partnered with GMA.

I imagine my mother said in her head, "Fuck it" but went along for the ride.

During their "activity," my mother said GMA pointedly asked: `Why don't people like me?'

My mother gave an honest answer and described exactly how she would see GMA walk in and walk out of the office without a mere "Hi" "Hello" or even a nod of acknowledgment to anyone.

My mother allegedly suggested: "You could say a curt greeting or at least fake one."

GMA then allegedly responded back, "ISN'T THAT A WASTE OF TIME?"



When GMA went to work the next day, my mother said GMA greeted everyone she passed by until she reached her office. My mother said it was feigned earnestness but the effort was there.



When GMA left GTEB to work somewhere else, her desk was cleaned by the staff. To everyone's surprise, they saw all her pay envelopes (monthly salaries back then were handed out in small brown pay envelopes not thru ATMs) in her drawer - unopened, untouched with the money still intact.




When my grandfather - my mother's Tatay - got sick, Mama wrote GMA a letter.

Then President GMA responded back with another letter but with a recommendation from her addressed to the PCSO which my mother attached to my grandfather's application for financial assistance.

Though PCSO released the money, it did so months after our grandfather died.



When my mother - who is now based in the US - went home to the PH this month to attend her highschool reunion, she saw
a former classmate who is now one of GMA's doctors. Mama's classmate told her how GMA really is sick and that her favorite curse word is still "Punyeta."

Mag thought experiment tayo!

Salamat kay Kuya Yoyoy Villame at Tito Albert Einstein.







And a 1 and a 2 and a 3.......



Mag thought experiment tayo tuwing kelangan,


tuwing kelangan,


tuwing kelangan.




Mag thought experiment tayo tuwing kelangan,


upang ang KAMALAYAN natin ay sumigla.




Mag thought experiment tayo tuwing kelangan,


tuwing kelangan,


tuwing kelangan.




Mag thought experiment tayo tuwing kelangan,


upang ang KAMALAYAN natin ay sumigla.




Pag nalilito, paganahin imahinasyon,


Pag nagugulo, alisin ang sobra sa ulo


yung mga di kelangan

yung nakakapigil sa libreng kaisipan.



Wag matakot mag-eksperimento,

hayaang tumakbo ang utak mo,

basta wag mong pipigilan,

kasi sa huli, kusa mo din ma-iintindihan yan.



Isa, dalawa, tatlo, apat,

lima, anim, pito, walo,

walo, pito, anim, lima,

apat, tatlo, dalawa, isa.





Mag thought experiment tayo tuwing kelangan,


tuwing kelangan,


tuwing kelangan.




Mag thought experiment tayo tuwing kelangan,


upang ang KAMALAYAN natin ay sumigla.






Mag thought experiment tayo tuwing kelangan,


tuwing kelangan,


tuwing kelangan.




Mag thought experiment tayo tuwing kelangan,


upang ang KAMALAYAN natin ay sumigla.



Pag nalilito, paganahin imahinasyon,


Pag nagugulo, alisin ang sobra sa ulo


yung mga di kelangan

yung nakakapigil sa libreng kaisipan.



Wag matakot mag-eksperimento,

hayaang tumakbo ang utak mo,

basta wag mong pipigilan,

kasi sa huli, kusa mo din ma-iintindihan yan.





What are thought experiments?

"Thought experiments are devices of the imagination used to investigate the nature of things. Thought experimenting often takes place when the method of variation is employed in entertaining imaginative suppositions. They are used for diverse reasons in a variety of areas.."

Just how did Einstein's physical insight work? One part was an keen instinct as to which among the flood of experimental reports were truly revealing. Another was his masterful use of thought experiments. Through them Einstein could cut away the distracting clutter and lay bare a core physical insight in profoundly simple and powerfully convincing form.

Why Eat Bulaga is still alive, alert, awake and enthusiastic

From kinder to grade 6, I grew up watching Eat Bulaga every afternoon during lunch break.

From kinder to grade 3, I was able to watch the show in its entirety until 130pm.

From fourth grade to sixth, because I lived a few blocks from the Catholic elementary school my parents enrolled me in and I went home to eat lunch at my grandmother's house, I was able to watch Eat Bulaga until 1pm.

I didn't watch the show because I wanted to, I watched it because the adults in our house did. And I don't remember anything else memorable on TV during lunch at that time. I remember that lunch time until 3pm was "patay na oras" or downtime where one either slept or watched old 1950's-1960's Sampaguita movies.

Eat Bulaga was a show you watched while you did nothing or while nothing was happening.

Now, it is a lunch time staple. It is like rice to mainstream society's "ulam" or `viand' (according to my fourth grade teacher).

In one of the Eat Bulaga episodes I remember,

my father was laughing at Vic Sotto - who was pretending to cook a dish with the help of a male assistant who had a cleft palate.

I didn't understand why my father found it funny when Vic Sotto asked his assistant to check if the oil on the frying pan was hot enough, the assistant waved his hand above the pan but Vic Sotto dunked the assistant's hand in. The assistant, from what I can remember, said - in all seriousness and in his cleft-palate-affected speech - "Walang ganyanan."

I couldn't understand why Vic Sotto and my father found it hilarious.

I did find Aiza Seguerra cute and so it was easy for me to become her instant fan when I saw her in Little Ms Philippines.



It also didn't strike me as odd - at that time - when Joey de Leon wore his street clothes on national TV.


It was in the late 80's that I finally saw what everybody did - the show was inherently / organically, albeit playfully, subversive.

In one of the show's contest - She's Got the Look - a beautiful female contestant was called for her turn in the Question & Answer portion. It was obvious that everyone was awed by her elegance. When she reached the center stage, host Joey de Leon asked the usual - and at that time not yet over-used cliche'/ patronizing question -

"What is your motto?"

The contestant replied, "To be a doctor."

The audience screamed, the contestant smiled but mild panic was all over her face.

Meanwhile, Joey de Leon whispered to the mic while one of his hands was on his face: "Sinasabi ko na nga ba."

The contestant looked to her side and then - probably coached by someone backstage - spoke to the mic, "Time is gold. Time is gold"

In Pinoy Henyo years ago, a male contestant was guessing the word "Kuko."

He couldn't (ermmm) "nail" the word so Joey de Leon helped.


Male contestant 1: Pagkain ba `to?

Contestant 2: Hindi

Male contestant 1: Tao?

Contestant 2: Oo.

Male Contestant 1: Parte ng katawan ng tao?

Contestant 2: Oo.

Joey de Leon: Kinakain din yan.

Male contestant 1: Suso?



More recently, in Eat Bulaga's Juan for all All for Juan segment where Vic Sotto called a contestant via a cellphone and the call gave out a high-pitched buzzing feedback, instead of asking the contestant to lower the volume of her TV, Vic Sotto enjoyed the annoying sound the way a druggie gets his fix - with the technical echo adding to his "high."

Most recently, about six days ago, a Juan for All All for Juan contestant made an error by calling one of the segment's host Wally as Willie - and even mentioned the full, complete name of Willie Revillame. Instead of immediately correcting the mistake, Vic and Joey rode on the error and milked it for all the laughs it could get - with the help of everyone else's genius namely Jose Manalo.




Currently, there is nothing else as relatively edgy and funny on mainstream TV as Eat Bulaga.

Do you remember the time when there were at least one or two local sitcoms shown on primetime TV everyday?

Have you noticed how there are very few now? If there are sitcoms, they turn into gameshows halfway through one season.

Eat Bulaga so far is the only show where funny is allowed. The way mainstream funny is usually permitted to be - lightheartedly offensive but offensive still.

Is it because everyone is so thin-skinned now?

Is it because everyone has more to lose now?

Is it because now in 2011 Philippines - as according to Ely Buendia: "Mahirap (na) magsalita ng totoo dito sa Pinas masyadong sensitive ang mga tao."

A Letter to KC, Rhian and all the girls who've pseudo-loved before

Dear (Place your Name here),


I pray you're feeling better now.

Though I know that me saying this to you is similar to me telling a pedestrian in Manila, "You'll be safe,"

you also know deep in your heart of hearts that being in the relationship you were in is akin to you crossing the street despite CLEAR WARNING SIGNS that doing so would cause death.



And now you feel intense regret, anger for doing so.

The feeling of despair, sadness, remorse, shame is so powerful you cannot shake it off your mind, your body, your self.

It is as if you're trapped in a fog and everywhere you look, everywhere you go you can only see and feel pain. You feel like a walking wound - not wounded. You feel like a wound.

You do not feel like a person.

You feel like you've been dumped on, used, abused, violated, your trust betrayed, lied to, manipulated.

You feel you are a victim.

You do not know what to do.

All you want to do right now is cry.

Then

Go cry.

Go sob.

Go gasp.

Cry and wail from your gut.

Let your tears flow, let your snot go.

Beat your pillows - or beat the hotel pillows. Go anywhere you can do all these freely and away from the eyes and ears of people who might worry that you're losing your mind.

You have lost your mind saying yes to that relationship, now you're just getting it back.

You're getting yourself back. You're also getting your spirit back. But you need to clear the grief and anger from your body first.


Feel free to be sad, be mad. Be all of the above.


All you want right now is to shout.

So go shout.

Go scream.

Let it all out.

Scream from the top of your lungs.


Then maybe, if you listen to yourself hard enough, you'll hear yourself say, "I had a hand in it."

If you look at yourself hard enough, you'll see how you walked yourself to the place where you are now.

And your regret dissolves.

You become kind to yourself.

You see the gift in the pain.

You see, feel, realize that you have received a priceless treasure.

You have been given YOU.


You've been shown the ways,

you have lived the ways of how to NOT love you.

You have been given the gift of your Self.


You now know what to do to LOVE YOU more - the AUTHENTIC YOU - not the You created in your mind, not the You others have created in their minds, not the You which you think You should be.

The YOU just as YOU are.

You now recognize the You who didnt know any better, the You who was working at the level you knew - the level you were used to or grew up into; the level you think you should be in; the level others before you were also in and so you thought you should also be into because you believed that is what you're supposed to do.

Your pain is now telling you to LOVE yourself more.


Go look at yourself in the mirror.

Stand in front of the mirror and look at yourself.

Look at yourself in the eyes and

Tell yourself, "I love you,"

and

"I'm sorry."

Mean it. You know you do.


How does it feel to now realize that the dude who said he loved you really didnt?

how does it feel to now know that he couldnt love you?

How could you choose someone to love you when you didnt even love your self?


Now that you know that you didnt love yourself, how could you love others too?

Do you now know that you were in pseudo-love with him as much as he was to you?


And no, love is not giving until it hurts.

Giving is giving. It is not loving.

Helping is helping. It is not loving.

Love is simply loving.

There is no requirement to love. It just is. It does not expect.

Love is not a business transaction. Love is not giving X because you were provided Y.

Love is not doing Z because you were made to feel X.


Love is not giving yourself crumbs and offering the entire cake to others.

"Magtira ka para sayo." is not a loving thing to say or do to yourself.

If you leave crumbs for yourself, you can only give crumbs to others.


Love yourself enough to enjoy the cake. You can only share to others what you yourself have.



You also now know that a decent / mature person - no matter how much codependent / generous / willing you are to give too much of yourself / to allow yourself to get hurt / how poor your self-boundaries are - does not take advantage of your vulnerability/ does not get abusive / disrespectful / cruel.


You also now know that however painful, gut-wrenching, wounding everything is,

your soul is safe.

You have crossed the street

and You are alive.

Be thankful too that you now know there's always an overpass you can walk on to help you get there safe, relatively risk-free and sound.

Celebrate that too.






Love,


Cheezmiss

Sarah Kay: The art of living, capturing and not rushing

"I see the moon

The moon sees me

The moon sees somebody that I don't see.

God bless the moon

and God bless me

and God bless the somebody that I don't see.

If I get to heaven

before you do

I'll make a hole and pull you through

and I'll write your name on every star

in that way the world

won't seem so far"



May 9, 2011- Sarah Kay, Founder of Project V.O.I.C.E performs and discusses living through storytelling and learning how to stop rushing.

Question: If you video-record yourself grieving to remind yourself that you were grieving,

..how "horrible" was the event you're grieving for that you need to tell yourself to remember it?

Not at all "logical."

And now, it's GMA 7's fault, not anymore Twitter.


Grief – authentic ones – take over you. It’s there. You do not need to tell yourself to “remember” the sadness and anger or remind your "Old Man" self of the pain and that it is – according to you – “horrible” - if indeed the horrible-ness affected you.

You only tell yourself to remember a heart-wrenhcing event and have the gall to refer to it as a “souvenir” when you’ve kept the memory of it in your head not your heart. Your head may knows the facts, the details of where you were, where you've been, what you did, what you will do. But the head can only memorize and not assimilate the experience.

Do you remind yourself of these details because you cannot feel it and making an audio-visual note of it is the least you can do?

Why do you need to have yourself remember "this hardest thing" you're going through when it is easier to NOT forget them?
Reportedly, a father who had no choice in the decision to have his child aborted

"have reported having persistant day and night dreams about the child that never was, and considerable guilt, remorse and sadness. For men and women alike, the feeling of emptieness may last a lifetime."


Normally, your remorse, sadness and feelings of emptiness won't let you forget, if indeed these emotions were authentic.

How easily forgettable is that horrible day that you have to video record yourself crying in order to "...remember how difficult (that day) was?"

Unless,


wait a minute, are YOU sure this VIDEO is for YOU?

or is it meant for someone who YOU want to NOT FORGET YOU?

The same words you want that someone to do when you tweeted "Please never forget" at the time you were in cold turkey from her supply/attention.

Is this your way of infiltrating her head and making a dent in her heart enough for her to still THINK of you? It is irrelevant whether she gets hurt, humiliated or emotionally maimed in the process, the objective is for her to either be glad or MAD enough to initiate contact with you (in any manner, type or form) - or at least THINK of YOU - specially if you know you could never get her hooked to you again (and this is your way to make her hooked enough to feel that you never left her).

If pressed and made to `fess up that you were suavely valuing and devaluing her, that you were destroying her life or that you were extracting revenge under the guise of - and using as a red herring your - pseudo-grief, blame GMA7.

But deep, not in your heart but, head - you know you're not really sorry, remorseful or in grief. You are in mourning but not for the reasons you claim. You're grieving because you're not the main character in her life anymore. You have nothing to make her still attached to you the same way you've gotten your previous girlfriends - as well as the mother of your child - still communicating with you in any manner, type or form.

You're left with no reason for her to come back to you or want you or even speak with you.

And you feel like hell.

You're wounded.

You're injured - narcissistically injured.

"The worst thing that could happen to a narcissist is that his wife cheats on him secretly and never tells him, and she doesn't act any differently towards him, so that he couldn't even tell. If she can do all that, that means she exists independently of him. He is not the main character in the movie. She has her own movie and he's not even in it. That's a narcissistic injury. That is the worst calamity that can befall the narcissist.

Any other kind of injury can produce different emotions; maybe sadness, or pain, or anger, or even apathy. But all narcissistic injuries lead to rage. The two aren't just linked; the two are the same. The reaction may look like sadness, but it isn't: it is rage, only rage.

With every narcissistic injury is a reflexive urge towards violence. I'll say it again in case the meaning was not clear: a reflexive urge towards violence. It could be homicide, or suicide, or fire, or breaking a table-- but it is immediate and inevitable. It may be mitigated, or controlled, but the impulse is there. The violence serves two necessary psychological functions: first, it's the natural byproduct of rage. Second, the violence perpetuates the link, the relationship, keeps him in the lead role. "That slut may have had a whole life outside me, but I will make her forever afraid of me." Or he kills himself-- not because he can't live without her, but because from now on she won't be able to live without thinking about him. See? Now it's a drama, but the movie goes on.

So if you cause a narcissist to have a narcissistic injury, get ready for a fight."