Online Burol Anyone?

Ever heard of this before?

Promoting a columbarium as a FREE WIFI ZONE is one of the most oddly-ironic (redundancy intended) marketing ideas I had ever encountered. I mean, for crying out loud man, a prologue to your final resting place doesn’t have to be wifi ready… does it? C’mon… unless there is no way the gate of heavens will open for you without an email notice to St.Peter of your coming?

I mean, can you believe that? Right in front this Columbarium is a huge tarpaulin saying FREE WIFI ZONE? Was the idea thought about as a ‘COME-ON’ strategy or sort? Funny, I can imagine only one scenario, where a person calls a friend and ask ‘where are you?’ ‘oh I’m at the Columbarium’ ‘Oh-mi-gosh, who died?’ ‘No, I’m just here for the wifi!’ You see what I mean?

Whatever happened to the solemnity of the interment? For practical reasons they might contest, yes, it might makes sense for busy people, but putting yourself on a businessman’s shoes, would you bring work to your business associate’s wake? What’s a few hours of your time to spare? If it’s family who died, aren’t you entitled to a leave? Oh please.

Strange, but it seemed that the people behind it were not satisfied with their initial concept; months later came out with “THE ONLINE BUROL” oh, good Lord! I really don’t get it, sorry. Doesn’t that defeat the entire purpose of personally expressing your condolences to the family of the deceased? Yeah, yeah, I understand. Proximity wise, they must have conceptualized such, considering families abroad who usually are the ones that miss out on the funeral ceremonies.

For me, it’s only either you make it or not at all, send flowers or mass cards, offer vigils or sponsor a mass; but to see for the very last time a deceased loved-one over your webcam… that tops my list of the WEIRDEST THINGS. It will not even be on my NEXT BEST THING options.

I’m sorry but I can only assume one thing- that the marketing head of this columbarium happened to be a computer course graduate who just wanted so much to make the most of what he’s learned from school. That’s the only rational explanation that I deem acceptable. Perhaps, running a family business, he’s left with no choice but to think out of the box (by box it probably meant casket, haha) to be highly competitive. Let’s just put it at that.

Man on the Moon

You’re a picture of that very man; I dare not wish to fall for

Controlling, confrontational, and louder than my mother

Your nasty look, aggressive hook, offensive jokes, they matter

And honey let me tell you straight your character does bother  

 

You said it’s just a front, okay, I believe you man, but hey,

I caught you just the other day, still flirting all the way…

You feel as if, you’re just as hip, to score from all those chicks

But hearing all your pick-up lines, it made me sick for weeks

 

You stare like you can eat me whole, like peanut butter in a roll

And when you’re near, I sense some fear, all weirdness then unfold

Your eyes don’t lie, I realize, your confidence can falter…

When situation calls for it, you’re suddenly a goner

 

I hate how charming you can get, it worked for me, you bet

But more than that, hey, you know what? The ‘gentleman’ I met…

Quite surprised of that softy side, it left me thinking too

The why’s, and what’s, and where to start… or how to deal with you?

 

We had such fun, I miss that one.  You think it’s worth the trouble?

My dear, I’m more than what you think, I wouldn’t let you gamble!

For if I do, I swear, I too, will sure freak-out my father.

We wouldn’t want that, now, do we? Let’s not get any further.

 

I hope it’s clear, what I meant here… Not that my idea’s better.

Everything else was such a bore, unless you’re any closer.

Be and let be… it’s my last plea… just don’t get weird on me.

My man on the moon, one look at me FOREVER you shall see.

 

 

[Man on the moon* is the author’s idiomatic expression for a person beyond her reach, PERIOD!]

My Unfinished Business

Tormenting…
The urge of wanting to confront it
Afraid it would be embarrassing?
Hurting… and demeaning…
Keeping things hangin’ on
Like a hot tamale… you dropped it
And then all the hope is gone

What can’t I handle I ask?
Cowardice… is all I guess

Obviously haunting me.
Persistently…
It’s never plain to see
Does it have to be this upsetting?
TELL ME…
What didn’t I see coming?

Clueless, as it seems
I was all right then… I deem.

Until you came along.
We agreed on a ‘no’ I know
But it kept bugging me so
Evidently, undeniably.
Unceasingly inflicting me
Way beyond my expectations
You are…
Scarin’ the hell out of me by far

Blame me, insult me, face me…
Go ask me ANYTHING…
Anything at all from YOU
Trust me, that would do…
Spare me from that cold cold
Unfamiliar treatment…
Killin’ me… your silence is
LIKE an impediment…
Blocking my airways
If only I can read what your mind says…

Let’s not leave this in vain…
Hoping TO see a rainbow after the rain.
I appreciate you even more today…
Just hated how selfishly you had it your way
Spell it cause I’m sometimes slow…
CONFESS…that’s the only way to go!