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Who am I in my past life?

2012-10-11T05:22:00.002-07:00

It was a rainy afternoon when my siblings have a not so serious conversation about our future. And I have this brother , our only brother, who was saying that he knew who we were in our past lives.
This brother of mine is going to proceed in Law and I must say he really has a tongue. He can be a great story-teller. We often debate on ideas and philosophies , well I studied psychology and we always have contradicting opinions.

Interestingly , I want to hear on my story on my past life. Well before that , he had made some predictions on our future . In fact he predicted that my sister is going to marry an american guy and my sister , eventually did. He was actually right on some of his little predictions on us. I don't know he does it but he is so convincing.

So moving on , this is my story in my past life according to him.

I was born in mainland China. I was the only child and my father was a merchant while my mother was a housewife. My family has a simple life and we were satisfied about everything. I mostly stayed at home , assisting my mother. But there came a very unfortunate event , my father was robbed and killed.

With out any choice my mother raised me alone. She didn't knew about livelihood so instead she married an older man. But living with a step father and knowing that my mother will never loved him made me mad that I ran away from home.

And there being like a stray dog , I walked on the streets with no shelter. Then I worked on circus-like ( in which in this time , according to my brother has no religion or God) and I have made friends with some gypsies and some thieves. And I became just one of them , stealing bread and loaves and was an ultimate outcast. But later on I have realized the hardships of my father , I have thought about my mother and that I want to get away from living like a rat.

I went home to return and ask forgiveness from my mother but it was too late , she was dead long ago by the whipping and beating of his husband. It was tragic , I never have held her hand before she died and i never thanked her for keeping me alive.

Years after her husband died too who had left a great fortune and I was entitled to them. But I have a step sister , the legitimate child , and she doesn't want any of the fortune to be shared with me.

I fought for my right , sought help to the government but the government have favored her . The government have done nothing but collecting and keeping the money of the people. What else to do my step sister has golds , she can buy their decisions. I was furious about what happened. On how unfair society and the government was. On how the outcast were treated. I was heading a revolution a bloody revolution.

The Government were trembled and there I was having an encounter with my step sister , she was begging for mercy but I was ruthless and so I beheaded her. And through the encounter of the soldiers , I died. I died with so much pain in the heart. I died without any lover , I died without being loved and had never loved a man,

And my brother told me that , the reason I was reincarnated was that because in my past life all I have been suffering and pain. And that is why I lived again to understand and experience happiness.

It was a short explanation but truly it was meaningful and honestly I kinda believe it. Many times I have thought that I was not meant to live to be happy but was meant to live to sacrifice and be in agony. That sometimes it is hard for me to be happy because it seems that I am so used in loneliness.And honestly I felt like I was never to loved anyone (romantically).t is just sometimes I can not introspect.

And probably yes, I was meant to be reinvented to experience happiness. Well most people thought I am a happy person because I always smile and seems to have no worried but deep inside I am crushed with sorrows,

I asked my brother how he knew who I was and what was my life , He said he had this natural talent that he can see things from the past. And he said if he was lying he would have stuttered telling the story but he didn't and he was so confident. But still I was thinking he could have thought of it earlier. He's just a quick thinker.

But whether my brother was only telling me a good story or not , I can say that we are all given second chances to fulfill a life .

The idea of reincarnation always intrigues me. I have to say , yes I partly believed it. Sometimes it just felt like we have lived before. Have you ever met someone and suddenly you just felt that you knew that person very well and you have met him/her somewhere? Well I have felt that many times. I always asked my self what have I done in the past that caused me to be living like this?

Well I know it may just be a feeling but it is really a mystery. Well in the book of Paulo Coelho "Brida' well I have not finished reading the book but I have read some parts of it. It was about the reincarnation of two lovers ( a mage and a witch craft). As I was reading those parts although it is a fictional novel it seems so real.

I was asking my self, what if there is actually no hell but God give us second chances and that Hell could be actually the earth. that we are reinvented until we become the perfect form. Well, I really don't know much about reincarnation , so anyone could post a comment here and share to me about that philosophy. So who were you in your past life?

Whoever I was and whatever I have experienced in my past I could not remember it .What matters now is live in the present and make the most out of it...To experience Happiness..

S.M.Y (2012)

Doomed Veronica

2012-08-02T05:58:00.000-07:00

Doomed Veronica

Now again in a doom of mystique tale.

I traveled in the shady road,underneath the euphonious leaves .

I sat on unfriendly grazes and thought of the angry cloud.

I am here in the center of circle,virtuous,nescient and numb.

I am here standing in the midway of the ring with no sight and sound.

Bewildered by the saddle-sores ,here I am melted by the flames beneath.

I could sense the madness and smear in all my feet.

a wind of frost enclosed my face and in an instant I was like a water nymph inside the circle

Rain drops in my roughed skin.

I rejoiced for it ,danced and celebrated ,now water has finally concealed my skin.

Yes...it was long ago..Long ago when I was in the desert .

.I remember how i was desperately hoping for an oasis but it never reached me.

I walked under the thousand suns but no home have ever accepted me.

In the midst of chaos I was there standing like a statue.

Day and night I would watch the candle melt down and I could hear the child's saddest hum .

was it a celebration? drum rolls and ashes in the air ,was it a new crowning of a king??

The night I no longer found my eyes and ears
The night I was clutched in a cage and obscured in a black paint.

No motion,no tear, but my body trembles beneath the trim
and in each grain of sand I could feel the arrival of my end.

My eyes were in flames , sounds burst like a wild boar and a jug of blood fell upon from my ears.

I was in a maze.What was my fate? have I lost my mind?

And there came along the boy named Tempo. Even though I I could not see him nor hear him I felt his suppleness.
With my skin I knew he was singing the hymns of braves
With my touch I knew he wore the armor of sorrows

He was my hope that I could wake up.
But 2 centuries have passed and I no longer heard of him

2 centuries have passed...why they have not killed me.....why??? they bound me in pain for 2 centuries
and now they brought me in the center of the circle...

i could hear the crowd....and I could feel the shadow of death.....some are weeping and some are leaping...

I feel nothing but coldness of death.Is it my end?

Could there be a morning star ?? I would helplessly seek it for now to gave me wings and escape from this cage.
Could there be a hero? For I will beg in mercy to save me.
Could there be a God? Because I would pray now to be taken away.
As I knelt down and sung the songs of Psalms

Rain drops lied on my sustenance surface and i heard the symphony of the clouds.
A lavish clothing is now holding my skin. And for a hundred years ,it is the first time that I felt in refuge.
the first time i enjoyed the fragments and its texture..but should I rejoice? or will this be my coat to my last end.?

Now I'n in nuisance...a moment of silence
My eyes were hurt...a light....finally..a light in my sight
it shines and it smiles ,I could feel its warmth
Here is the sun ....I saw the sun rising....
then the bell rung
that was all I've heard..
Good bye Veronica....

Bayan ni Juan

2011-06-12T02:59:00.000-07:00

Today is June 12, the day that Philippines has proclaimed its freedom against Spain

It's been 114 years since then…Now how is the Free Philippines Today?

On my own observation some Filipinos are living well, some suffered from poverty, many are growling over corruption, a thousand are jobless, and some are just care-free. Do we live in the essence of being free today? Do Filipinos still value the Freedom we have attained or have we buried it in the ground?

Let’s define Freedom first, according to dictionary.com freedom is the state of being free or at liberty rather than in confinement or under physical restraint.

In that context yes Philippines is free. But did we really gain freedom?? Well one of my teacher said that freedom and democracy is only an idea, it never exist. It made me think yes indeed there's no absolute independence. After we have been freed form the Spaniards we were captured by the Americans then the Japanese. Philippines have been a slave, a prisoner and up to now I can say that Philippines still lives as a puppet. We still live in Constraints.

Was freedom truly a gift? I’ve heard some teens before saying that it was better if we were under the American colony and Philippines could be very rich by now. But I answered it back we will never appreciate the importance of a thing until it is taken back to us. If we were under American colony we would have lost our identity and our culture. We will never know what worst could happen in that time if we don’t raised that flag. Such pity that there are still young ones who are willing to be under the shadow of giants, to serve as a mere meek reflection.

I love my dear country, I adore my country, admire it and I am proud of it, these were few lines that were mentioned by many Filipinos but do they really mean those words???

As part of the celebration we commemorate also the 150’Th year of Jose Rizal on June 19. Rizal is our national hero and we consider him as our savior from Spanish cruelty and he symbolizes our freedom.

Before that let's start off with the legendary character Juan de la Cruz...Juan dela Cruz symbolizes Filipinos

According to Wikipedia Juan dela Cruz is the national personification used in the Philippines to represent the "Filipino". The name, Spanish for "John of the Cross", is roughly the equivalent of the American Uncle Sam and John Doe. Juan dela Cruz is usually depicted wearing the native Salakot hat, Barong Tagalog, long pants, and slippers (called Tsinelas in Filipino). The term Juan dela Cruz is also used when referring to the collective Filipino psyche.

Well in our history class I have known for teh first time the origin of Juan de la Cruz...

There was this one young boy, with no name, he was passing by when the Guardia civils were looking at a dead man's body and automatically Juan was imprisoned .He was illiterate, he was innocent but because he can't defend his self and because he was an Indio he was put behind bars. That was the cruelty of Spaniards a long time ago and that's how defenseless Filipinos were before. That young boy was later named Juan dela Cruz, because his life symbolizes the Filipinos. Juan was the most common name being used in the Philippines at that time and dela Cruz to signify the religiosity of the Filipinos. Then another name arrived, “Juan Tamad” it is beloved that the Spaniards were the ones who used that term to cover up their cruelty. They insisted that Filipino suffers because they are lazy. It is unfortunate that some just accepted this label. For me it is untrue, Filipinos are one of the most hard working people and for the question on why we have a slow progress, I believe it is not because of laziness but rather because of this wrong system.

Filipinos were meek because they were deprived form their rights, imagined that being ignorant in your homeland, the friars have distorted the cognition of Filipinos letting them believe that only through church and only through them they can enter Heaven.

And so in the day of 12th of June in kawit Cavite, Filipinos were victorious, for the first time they had broken the chains and that marked the end of Spanish cruelty.

With the American colonization, Juan was set free...........

But then again there is no absolute freedom, yes we have been in flight but did not evade the sufferings

Well I can say there was much less suffering in American era and thanks to them that Spaniards flew away form our land but still at that time we remained prisoners....we have no sole right for our country...and the war continued,,,,,,,,,,and now we have we what we called our Philippines

No one is conquering us and we hold the right for our country but our own Philippine society has become our own bars...We are still trap in the system.....

In the day of our independence, we thanked the heroes for their blood, courage and love for the nation. And one of it is Jose Protasio Rizal Mercado y Alonzo Realonda or better known as Dr.Jose Rizal (who was actually not a doctor, he was only named as a doctor because he performed many surgeries)

Rizal, we admire him, we want to be like him, and he is the national hero

Many times that he’s title as a national hero is being asked...Why not Andres, why not Emilio or Graciano?

Who was really Rizal??In the book by Abeth Ocampo it is revealed that no one will know who truly Rizal is because the Rizal we knew is a combination of fact and fiction and I agree on this......

I suggest you would watch bayaning 3rd world to have a different viewpoint of Rizal

There was once a question on was Rizal was a fence sitter??? was he really for the revolution or was against it...his named was used in KKK h was the head of the org and he did not know this...His name serves as the secret password of the revolution but the truth is he never participated in any activity of the KKK...Pio Valenzuela who was a physician was assigned by Andres Bonifacio to ask guidance from Rizal regarding the revolution ...he had different statements in his accounts..At first he said Rizal was strongly against for the revolution but later on he altered it and said that Rizal was for the revolution it is just that Filipinos should wait for the right time because they are not yet ready........

My stand on this is whether he was against or pro for the revolution....he was still a hero for me....He was the catalyst of the revolution......if not because of his writings no one would dare...he showed bravery ...he was fearless in divulging the truth and he inspired the Filipinos to do something......It has been said that even before and up until now Filipinos are submissive, we just agree on what the higher says and we always remain silent even though we had enough..Have we really learned to suffer in silence?? Suffering will forever endure if it is not uttered...RE WE AFRAID?? Or is it just that we thought that there could nothing be done for this to end or is it just the belief that only God can solve our sufferings??? I am a believer and I do know that with God everything is possible,,,but isn't that too much of work for God to solve every tiny flaw in our lives?? who's responsible for it anyway?/ my point is the culture of palaging umaasa has not yet faded....we need to be very hopeful everyday but we also need to use our minds, hands and everything we have to break the chains.....

We don't need to just wait for a miracle and we don't need to put all the blame in the government...First and foremost we are responsible of whatever happens in our life....We can do something about it......And That what were Rizal brought to those Filipinos before he let them know that what the Spaniards are doing are not righteous that they need to do something that they need to get away of those false beliefs.......

I don’t know but up until now friars are still alive in the church...I can never fully understand the system in the church...I could still see the hypocrite Pharisees...there are only few priest whom I truly respect and trust although many of my friends says that we should never question the priests because they are servants of God...

And I don't like system too of not questioning, it is only when we question we could truly understand and be free ....if we don't question, we won’t' seek, we won’t ask we will never know........

Happy Independence Day................Rizal shouldn't only be a memory nor June 12, it should be looked at as a virtue......we have this freedom and we should not took it for granted...we have this now and we should take care of it. It has always been repeated that we can be heroes in our own way. Now do your own thing, you have Freedom!!!......

Sun Rise

2011-04-30T02:40:00.000-07:00

Three stars and a sun, engraved in Juan's Arms
The ink remained, the pain is visible, it will never fade
But the memory of the brave is buried in the grave
At dawn he waits for the rising sun to alight

The jeepney intrudes the whistling sound of the night
The child mourns and weeps in the cradle of filth
Even with closed eyes, they are still waiting for the rising sun
Will it ever come? What happened to the beaming sun?

The begging, the pleading, it's all bleeding
Still gazing at the grain of sands
The time has travelled through the glass
Juan ,unawakened ,comforted by the blind sight

Bow down before the stouts
We ousted them, yes we ousted them
But the chains are not yet broken
Still tied up in the swollen lane

Like a child holding the kite
Running towards the greener field
Competing against the bright lights
But the stage have left them behind

They have become the pawns, gambled by the play of supremacy
The flag was raised but why do we remain in languish?
Poisoned in the lethal mindsets, paralyzed in the culture of convergence
Can we still see the rising sun,
When Juan has chosen to play the blind, deaf and mute?

3 idiots (I)

2011-04-08T03:53:00.000-07:00

All is Well

Movie plot

Two friends (R. Madhavan and Sharman Joshi) embark on a quest for a lost buddy. On this journey, they encounter a long forgotten bet, a wedding they must crash, and a funeral that goes impossibly out of control. As they make their way through the perilous landscape, another journey through memory lane and the story of their friend - the irrepressible free-thinker Rancho (Aamir Khan), who in his unique way, touched and changed their lives. It's a story of their hostel days that swings between Rancho's romance with the spirited Pia (Kareena Kapoor), and his clash with an oppressive mentor, Viru Sahastrabudhhe (Boman Irani). And then one day, suddenly, Rancho vanishes....
Who was he? Where did he come from? Why did he leave?
The friends who influenced and inspired them to think creatively and independently, even as the conformist world called them three idiots. Where is the original idiot now?
Finally, in misty mountains of unparalled beauty, the friends find the key to the secret.
Three idiots is a comedy of ideas that is as provocative as it is funny, as wildly entering as it it insighful. A laugh-riot that talks about the most important of human pursuits; self-actualization.

Source: Nilesh P. Khandare(02 Nov 2009)

This movie was released in India in year 2009 and it gained as the highest-grossing film in its opening weekend in India and has the highest opening day collections for a Bollywood film.

So this is the movie that people are talking about. When I asked my friends what good movie to watch they quickly replied me with “3 idiots”. From the title itself, I knew it would be somehow a comedy flick but I never thought it would be a Hindi film. Yes, I though it was an American movie. Well lately I’ve been enjoying myself watching some Kdaramas, Thai movies and now a Hindi film. (But I always love Pinoy Movies.hehhe) .I feel like I have explored the different cultures through movies, series and music. Although I haven’t been out of the country I feel like I have touched the different lands of Asia.

Well, years ago I was captivated by the Hindi music, I am always amused by their dance and it is actually my first time to see a Hindi film. Well who could not forget slum dog millionaire? Yes it was a movie in a Hindi setting but it was made and produce by British film makers.

3 idiots is not like any other film. It’s not on 3d , it has no special effects , no grand costumes and was not released internationally but it has a magnificent story which will surely touch your heart. I’ve been laughing and crying the entire film but above all, in each scene I have learned and realize the important things in life.

There are different types of movies, there are Movies that made you think, movies that made you aware, movies that urged you to imagine, movies that inspired you, movies that purely entertained you and movies that satisfied your pleasure. Three idiots is a movie that contains all the basic ingredients with special spices, it is a unique recipe.

Free as the winds as he
Like a soaring kite was he
Where did he go? Let’s find him
Stumbling, rising carefree
Living each moment to the fullest
He who touched our hearts and vanished
Never hesitating to swim against the tide
He was our dearest friend

These were the lines form the opening song in the movie, and indeed the song fully depicts the movie. Yes Rancho was a no worry man but he stood with his convictions. He was different from others. Farhan and Raju were his closes friends and together with Chatur “the silencer” they brought back the memories of Rancho and with those memories they tried to trace where Rancho is.

Life is a race if you don’t run fast you will be like broken anda..(Rancho mimicking Virus)

In the movie Virus (The head of their school) also have taught his students that life is a race and run fast or you will be trampled. Rancho disagreed to this. I got amuse in a scene where in virus was very mad at Rancho and he let him teach engineering in a class. Rancho asked the students including his professor to search for a word for 30 seconds. All the people in the class got panic and were rushing to find the word but in the end they found out that the word doesn’t exist and was only taken from the name of his friends. Rancho questioned them on whether they were so curious when he let them find the words or were they interested because they are going to learn something new. Rancho said they were all in a hurry; this is an academy not a pressure cooker. Yes in this modern living we are all caught up by pressures. And I guess this happens in some academies, instead of teaching lessons that can be applied in the real world, students are taught to be on a race. When I asked some of my friends on what have they learned for their 3 years in college they can’t even give an answer, they would just state that “as long as I pass and got a diploma then that is good”. Some of my classmates are even stating that we could only actually learn after we graduate college. Then my question is what college is for? Are we only investing money for nothing? Well in my case I must admit in the first two years some of the lessons just ran out of my ears, I got good grades not because I truly understand it but because I took time to memorize it. And that is reality for me, memorize and erase well maybe I could remember a little but truthfully I also feel like I am going to only really learn after graduation. And most of us are always thinking of time, thinking of time to graduate on time because of we don’t want to get behind. But is that really the best? I don’t know the answer.

These engineers are very smart sir, they didn't invent a machine which can measure the pressure on brain. If one such machine they would have made, we would have come to know this not a suicide but a Murder.

This is the line said by Rancho when talking to virus about the incident that happened to Joy. Rancho was actually trying to help Joy but it was too late since he hung himself on a rope. Yes Joy was pressured to produce a machine, the helicopter, and he end up ending his self. On his wall the words “I quit” were written.

Give me some Sunshine
give me some rain
Give me another chance
wana grow up once again

These were the lines form the song Joy sung before he ended his life. It seems to be that he was pleading for one more chance. Virus didn’t give him another chance to prove the machine he invented. We all deserve chances; even the most wrong person deserves a second chance. Sometimes the society is too harsh, and yes it is already a system. The labeling is a killing system. When a person commits an unacceptable act people would put that person inside a box and put a name on it and everyone would remember that person by the labeled name. Even though a person does a thousand wonderful things but by a single mistake he/she could be condemned. Isn’t that unfair and too cruel? Suddenly people would forget the good things by just one single mistake. And I guess that is why we really need to be careful with our actions; it is the same thing with reputation and trust. It takes years to be credible and to have a high reputation but by just one wrong hoop it goes back to zero.

Everybody needs and deserves a second chance because I always believe that in every man’s bad heart there is always a good piece of it, it just need nourishment and eventually that good piece would grow and conceal the bad part. Every body needs a chance to prove one’s self because everyone deserves a spotlight and because everyone is a lead character.

Yes the pressure is very powerful it could motivate or shut down a person.

Morally, we could say suicide is wrong because we have no right to end our own life and we have the obligation to preserve and take care of life. But yes in some points I do agree with Rancho it is because of the system. In the movie students are expected to be the best. Joy was almost on his triumph for his project but Virus ignored it because it was not on time.

One of my teacher before said that those people who committed suicide are actually weak because they can’t handle the problem anymore they just surrender. But I think if only the people around them if only the society were supportive enough then I think they could have not think of ending their lives..Each people need a support system because no man is an island. And I don’t understand why some other people are imposing their wants to the younger one, just like in the case of Fahran, truly his fate was sealed when he was born. His father decided to let him be an engineer when in fact Fahran loves photography. Sometimes because we worried so much of what people think of us, because we wanted to have a good and fragrant name we tend to be selfish. We tend to only think and care in our own perspective and ignoring the needs of the people around us. Luckily for me I have the choice to choose to study the course that I want but still I am under the shadow. I am still living the expectations of other people. People are expecting me to be academically excellent, people are expecting me and believing in me that I am the child who’s going to bring honor and pull up my family. But seriously I am sick of those tag lines, because the real me just want to be carefree and be the wild child. I am actually afraid to graduate because people are expecting me to have the excellent job and to graduate with honors. In many times I just wish to be the dumb girl and no expectation at all and then one day I’m going to shock them with my success than to be the present nerdy girl who worries a lot about her future. To get away from that pressure I intentionally enrolled myself at the summer class, because with that I am disqualified for graduation honors. I know it is an awesome feeling and a great achievement to graduate with flying colors but I just can’t handle it when I don’t get a good job and people would start saying like you graduate with blah blah blah and here you are blah blah blah. Well I can’t deny that I am still thinking of what are they going to say and think of me but I just want to get loose, I just want to cut of their expectations on me because I want to be like Rancho who is just enjoying every minute of his life.

3 idiots (II)

2011-04-08T03:45:00.000-07:00

I cried and at the same time laughed at many scenes and one of it is when Rancho and Pia rushed Rajus’ father on a scooter. Rancho was truly a friend they didn't even study for their final exam because according to Rancho, there are a lot of exams but there is only one father. The three idiots stood by each other. But in their exam day Pia woke them up and told them Raju’s father is in good condition and that they need to take their exam. They were very late and virus didn’t accept their papers So what Rancho did is that he asked the professor if he knew them and the Virus said he did not, so Rancho mixed up the papers he arranged and they run. On the revelation of the results, Farhan and Raju quickly looked on the results they were on the last positions and they thought Rancho didn’t make it but they later found out that Rancho ranked first.

We learnt something about human behavior that day, it feels bad when a friend fails, but it feels even worse when he comes first.

Hahahha this is true. I also felt this some time long ago. I’m not quite sure on why but I guess it maybe because again we all drive for success, we aimed to be the first and even with friends there is a secret competition.

When Raju was in coma because he jumped off the building after virus let him choose between himself and Rancho to get expelled. Rancho was truly a dear friend; he did everything he can do for the recovery of Raju. He did everything to make him life and to motivate him. He never quit with Raju .

When Pia knew that his father virus is going to make the final exam to assure that Raju will fail, she immediately gave the office keys to rancho to steal the questionnaire. Virus found out that they sneaked in to his office and copied the questionnaire and so he expelled the boys. At the same night, Pia blamed his father for the suicide of his brother. She said it was not suicide but murder and ran away from home. It was a stormy night and Pia’s sister is going to give labor but there were heavy floods and they can’t go near to a hospital. Rancho, Farhan, Raju together deliver the baby with the help of a cobbled-together Vacuum extractor.

This was also a hilarious and a very touching scene. The three idiots were delivering the baby of Virus’ daughter. The baby didn’t cried and no response was manifested but after saying all is well the baby cried. All is well -These three words always came out form Rancho. He said that his hears easily got scared and so he taught it to be strong by saying all is well. Yes it is in the state of mind, believe that everything is fine and definitely everything is at ease. Just let it flow and don’t stress yourself because if you take too much control you easily got frustrated. And this is one thing I would carry on, just let it flow, All is well.

Virus was their main villain and that day they were all prepared to abandon the school but Virus gave rancho the pen, the pen which symbolizes excellence.

In the end Raju.Fahran,pia and Chatur found where rancho is and he had his own school. Well Chatur was boasting all his success and mocked at Rancho and suddenly beg when he found out that rancho was the scientist named Phunsukh Wangdu .

Farhan Qureshi: Today my respect for that idiot shot up. Most of us went to college just for a degree. No degree meant no plum job, no pretty wife, no credit card, and no social status. But none of this mattered to him, he was in college for the joy of learning, he never cared if he was first or last.

So Rancho was not the real Rancho, he was actually the son of the gardener of Real Rancho. He ranked no.1 and got the degree for the sake of the real rancho. He didn’t mind this at all because he was fond of learning.

Rancho was truly an exception. He got a degree for the sake of another person. Amongst all he was the one brave enough….Oh how I wish I could just be like him go to college just for the joy of learning and not thinking of the future. It’s hard no to think of it, maybe because of competition. In the film Virus also said that it is either you compete or die, yes it is true in this world it is a matter of survival and to be able to survive you need to compete. Everyday is a competition, it may not be tangible but in every sense there is a competition. A simple argument with your parents, siblings, friend or teacher is a competition of ideas and statements. Here in the Philippines, there is a massive competition in riding the jeep. Some passengers would run just to get on the backseat. Internally all of us wanted to be the best, we may say we don’t care about winning but at the end of the day we are always thinking and hoping of our own success. Life is a maze, there are other ways, there are different patterns, one may get lost, one may gracefully step the right track and one may meet a dead end. Life is full of options and we always have the chance to choose which button to press.

He was an idiot because not everyone agreed to his ideas and convictions. Truly rancho was a genius no because he knows every word in a book, not because he had studied the different theories, not because he solves any mathematical problems but because he was able to move people. He was able to change the paradigm of the people living in conventions. He was able to motivate and inspire his friends and that marks a true genius.

Rancho: Pursue excellence, and success will follow pants down.

A girl before the mirror I

2011-03-31T09:09:00.001-07:00

I have always loved Art. I don’t have my own masterpiece but I call my self an artist. I can say I am artistic in a sense that I've got a unique way of thinking and expressing my ideas.

Who doesn't love art? What’s in art that it shouldn’t be love? Art is irresistible

Some say art is indefinable...art is mutable, some say art is inclusive some say it is merely an ambulant idea Art is beauty, an enshrouded memory, a bear witness, a manifestation, expression ,imagination, reality.. Above all art is a wonderful creation

I just wish that I have the natural skills and talents for Art. I adore paintings and have always took a long time in decoding its hidden interpretation...I must say maybe I have fallen for mystery...For me art is a mystery but it doesn’t need discovery cause it freely divulges its own identity, it just need an open mind to brood over .

It’s my pleasure to reckon at depictions, colors and kaleidoscopes always make my mood. But I must be honest I've got no hands for art but I have my heart for Arts.

It could be probably true that there is no one ugly, no one unskilled, no one is dumb, and no one isn't good it is just many are lazy. Well, I've known some friends who have incredibly created art because they had dedicated their time in enhancing and keening their knowledge and potential of art. Well if it happened to then, maybe the gift of art will arrive soon in my temple. Hahahhhahha...truly I just got frustrated every time I'm trying to do some art piece. But yes I am still an artist...hahhaha

Looking at arts, inspires me...it justifies my existence, some are only shades, some of different strokes, some are formed by combinations. And some puzzles. Abstract is the type of Art I praised most. Well among all art, this is the genre in which I could at least excel... kekekekek...I do abstract works because it is the easiest type of art I could do...I mean as a person also I would just like to freely draw what I want , I don't like much details and I want to confuse my audience.hahhaha...Not really confuse but I want to keep them thinking, I want to make them curious...Abstract for me is just like carefree, you could put whatever you want, disorganize it and wallah you have some beauty out of it.

My favorite painters are michelangelo, juan Luna, davinci and of course Pablo Picasso.....the first time I've heard of the name Picasso it immediately made me think of a harlequin...Picasso it is a colorful name indeed. In some of my poems that I have written I had mentioned Picasso, well I knew only a little about his life but I found him to be profound, romantic and liberal.

Well so Pablo Picasso is a Spanish painter who spent his adult life in France and yes he was sort of a rebel in his teen age life. Picasso was married twice and had four children by three women.He actually had a complicated love story. He had a scandalous affair with Francoise Gilot who is the mother of his 2 children...

And most of them became the subjects of Picasso's paintings. Well Picasso's life was much like of a circus and I always wondered what kind of lover painters would be. Since he is a painter could he be more sentimental? Could he be more romantic? Or much more of a playboy a liar? A man who can't be contented on one dish? Well painters paint their own love story.

Picasso's vocations are very inimitable, in some of his works he made no vivid representations but he let the spectators explore his work, he made them curious. Painters are similar with writers they want to feed the mind, soul and heart. Some may used it to revolt; some used it to declare the truth Picasso once said that Art is a lie that makes us realize truth. Up until now, I’m still thinking about this quote, but yes lies do makes us realize the truth same thing with death made us appreciate life . Yes art maybe a figment of imagination maybe a realm of utopia but every piece of it has a bite of reality. Art maybe false but once it bloomed the truth sets it free.

A girl before a mirror II

2011-03-31T09:09:00.000-07:00

Well one of my favorite of Picasso's work is the Girl before a mirror. There were many conjectures and elucidations have been made regarding this piece... In one of my readings it was mentioned that the girl before a mirror is Marie-Therese Walter the 1st mistress of Picasso. As we could see in the painting the woman seems to be pregnant, many critics have said that Picasso's paintings entails sexuality. Well if it was truly Walter then perhaps the woman in the mirror could be in a contemplating mode. Could it be a manifestation of a woman full of regrets the woman outside the mirror seems to be in state of happiness at the same in state of confusion and as the woman reflects on herself she could see a woman weeping? Because the woman inside the mirror seems to be sadder, the colors are deeper and darker. The woman could have faced reality and reality she sees is painful. Or could it be the wife and the other woman. Outside the mirror is the other woman (Marie Walter) and inside is the wife (Olga Khoklova). Picasso may have compared his life with two different women whom he had both children with. Was he more happy with Marie > was his life was gloomy with Olga? Well anyways many questions have been raise regarding this painting.

As what I see in the painting, the painting is implying self-awareness. The painting could define the conflict between the real self and the ideal self. This could be a person unsure of her and was afraid to accept her true self. The girl before the mirror seems to be comforting the girl inside the mirror. Is it trying to steal away or is it embracing? Is it someone being trapped and wants to break free? Is it someone who pretends to be happy but inside is tearing apart? Is it someone forms the past and present? Someone who had hope and who is broken hearted?

While looking at the painting I could associate with Disney's mulan. I the title could change to Mulan in the mirror.kekeke....Yes the song reflection by Christina Aguilera assemble the painting.

Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me?
Why is my reflection someone I don't know?
Somehow I cannot hide
Who I am, Though I've tried
When will my
Reflection show who I am inside?
When will my reflection show?

I don't know for some of you, but most of the time I sung this song. Well yes, in front of some people I just can't act the way I want to be and I envy those people who are bold and frank, unafraid and very confident. Sometimes I imagine myself as a celebrity, like lady gaga or big bang ha-ha who can wear the fashion they want, tell the world what they feel and think. Doing it on the unconventional way. Well but I guess I can't live that way and it lead me to thinking that being in the public's eye would make worst because you'll be living according to their judgments. We can't resist that their voices and outraged do really affect us. Well I guess there is no absolute freedom we'll be living in accordance to the norm and the system. No matter how we fight for rights and for liberalism there will always be a limit. And I guess that’s fair enough, it would be selfish if we would want to impose everything what we want....keeping the norms would mean discipline and harmony...well but norms do change every time..We can't just always live the way we wanted it to be.

Keeping on...What's with the mirror... does the mirror symbolize the boundary, boundary of reality and idealism? A representation of difference? Difference in status? Difference among elegance and simplicity among the powerful and the pauppers? Is it someone in great authority trying to capture the weeping innocent who is trapped in the box of society? Could girl before a mirror a social issue, well I must say we could put a thousand words on that painting but the interpretation depends on how we see the painting. The creator may hold the original story but the viewers are always free to create their own versions and to recreate art. Yes beauty is in the eye of the beholder, same thing with Art its definition lies on the enthusiast.

Well I must say Picasso truly made us curious after all….Life is full of billions of unresolved mysteries, life is full of gazillion questions and Life is always curios..

why?

2011-03-27T01:50:00.000-07:00

it's endless...futile...no it's the beginning...it’s inane…it's ending is uncertain....

could you really say something about love without knowing it? could you really write something about love without feeling it??? Could you really dance about love when you don't see it??....could you really share something about love without experiencing it???

Could a person who has gone through with love can see the difference?? can they know if its all pretensions or it is the truth?.......can they create miracles ? can they make better decisions? can they make better crafts? Can they know more about Love? Can they have lesser questions?

What is so great about this love? that almost everyone is dying for it.......what is it with love that we even change who we are and forget what we want........what is it in love that it makes people do some things without thinking?What's in love that it suddenly gives hope, that it change the frowns into clowns, that it turned silver into gold..

what's in love that it makes people heart beat faster...what is it in love that when it is betrayed it just hurts to death....What is it in love that everyone is speaking about it, thinking about it and seeking for it.......

Who created Love?? Why it had existed??? Why is it?? why is it so desirable, so pleasurable, so good, why does it makes us happy why does it makes us feel that we are complete that we are worth it ,, what's in love that it suddenly turned us into warriors, suddenly turned us into heroes., suddenly turned as some one's protector..??

what is it love that it made our heart bleeding ...that it made us to think the worst in our selves....That it made us hate...what is it in love that make us cry in the middle of the night that made us act as if we don't care....that suddenly turned us into revengeful...that turned us to want some more and unsatisfied??What's in love that made us jealous, that suddenly wipes our dreams that suddenly gave us misery...Why Love suddenly fades, Why love remains?

How does love waits? How does love fills the space? How does love cracks the space? How does it linger?

Love who created you?? Why do you cause happiness and grief........

Love why do you come and go?

Love why do you break those promises

Love why do make people crazy?

Love why you are unbearable?

Love why you are intangible?

Love are you a myth , are you a history or a prophecy?

Love why you created ecstasy?

Love why did you built fantasy

Love why you are so unpredictable?

Love why made me not sleep night

Love why did you make someone pop up in my mind?

Love why you gave me this feeling?

2011-03-12T22:07:00.000-08:00

Why is it seems that everyone is trembling over the coming of the world’s end?
What are we afraid for? are we afraid to die? or are we afraid to face the day of judgment?..
I mean in the end, we are all gonna perish and we gonna lose the material things..I am not afraid to die, because I know if that day comes I will be living with GOD..
natural calamities are beyond our control, but what matters most is how we respond to those tragedies…It seems a happy picture after all, knowing that other people care for each other, knowing that strangers pray for each other , and seeing the different races and nations helping each other.. It’s a perfect view to see LOVE in times of catastrophe…
I know JAPAN will rise after the fall, for they have made it before..Let’s pray for the healing of their country and continue to manifest LOVE.God bless us all…

The lonely hearts club

2011-01-28T01:02:00.000-08:00

It's a new year and next week will be a new month. Next month is like every one's else favorite aside from Christmas and new year I guess . Next month is the 28 days of Love ..oh yeah Love, the perfect word for every creature.

I feel strange the past few weeks I got into something obsession,,, obsession of thinking someone and obsession of feeling light....I don't know what drama is in store for me but I hope cupid won't struck that arrow any time soon....I know some of you out there are blissfully in love some may just have just sang a heartache and some are daydreaming for their perfect match... Love ...Love...Love...

There's nothing you can do that can't be done.
Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.
Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game
It's easy.
There's nothing you can make that can't be made.
No one you can save that can't be saved.
Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you
in time - It's easy.

Certainly just like the Beatles song All we need is love. No matter what your definition of Love , we all aim for it.

Because Valentines day is just an inch away I decide to write a review about the book I just had finish reading "The lonely Hearts club"....Well just by reading the title I am certain it is a teen age love and I am certain it is something I could relate into.

So let me start now...The story revolves around Penny lane apparently from her name no wonder her parents and she is an avid of the Beatles..well the book is almost much about the Beatles ..My father is also a fan of Beatles especially with Lenon and like Penny I grew up hearing their songs and stories. Beatles is truly one of the greatest and controversial artists of all time.

Penny had this childhood friend named Nate which eventually became his boyfriend turned out to be cheating on her and from that day on she decided to never date boys after high school....

I know some would think that is such a silly idea , i could remember in high school I was also making that kind of deal of not having a boyfriend until 18 and it turned out that deal has extended the age limit....(hahahah)

Penny's best friend is Tracy who has no boyfriend since birth . From the very start Tracy was against this conventional idea of Penny . Tracy had her own list of boys and always made her way to date the names on her list but sad too say Tracy didn't get her wish list.

I am like Tracy except for the boy lists thing , the one who truly supports her friend and always play the devil's advocate, I mean the one who thinks most differently or contradictory to the usual.....

Soon after there this girl named Diane who was actually the original best friend of Penny. Diane turned away from penny after she got into relationship with Ryan ( the most desirable man in their campus)......So when Diane and Ryan parted ways but remained friends , Diane went back to Penny.

I know a lot of girl would relate into this......I've witnessed this.... there are some girls who thought that the world only revolves around him and her . I think that really sucks , leaving a best friend for a guy and then when it all goes wrong you ran again towards your best friend......It is like a friend of utensil......a friend when only needed.....But no matter what our friends are still our friends and because of that we forgive them and accept them as if nothing happened..

And that is exactly what happened to penny and Diane...It started rough with Diane and Tracy but became close friends later on ....Now the lonely hearts club is getting bigger as Diane and Tracy have joined in and numerous girls have eventually joined in... It started form 3, to 5 then to 30 and so on.They have one clear rule and that is no dating of boys until after high school ...But penny seem to have trouble with it especially she started to realize she likes Ryan the ex of Diane...The group had caught the attention of their principal and even asked penny to stop it and most especially it hurt the ego of the McKinley boys for almost of the girls wouldn't date them and blamed the lonely heart of penny.. But the club just grew stronger and it was really empowering, it had helped some of the members to take care of their selves......No to cut this short......

In the end the club had decided to change the rules and allowed the members to date as long as they attended all group meetings and doesn't leave their friend...the ending was penny and Ryan kissed under the mistletoe.

Now , I am actually disappointed with the ending, the book was too short I wanted more... i though there would be more conflict but it just ended so smoothly........In the first few readings it would really lead you to some amusement or maybe I was just expecting too much. Anyways, For you out there it is really unfair to think of all mean as all jerks, I've also thought of it before but you really need to believe that not all men are the same.. there is no one hue nor one sound...

Penny may have thought of it but that was because she just came from a rough ending of her fairytale relationship...For all you out there with lonely hearts always remember you are not alone, look at your friends . Friends gave you the love that you always needed so never throw them aways always treasure them. What I liked most of the book is the Female power. Imagine an all female club has made the boys gone really mad. I think this also goes for all the girls to be always careful to always not forget who you are. As stated in the book when girl are in a relationship they tend to act , pretended to be someone just to please their boyfriends . Well , isn't it more nice that our special someone love us for who we are not because we portray what they want us to be. I've known girls and woman who have sacrificed things just to keep the relationship , well I guess everybody wants to keep a relationship but sometimes sacrificing is not always the solution. I'm sorry to tell this but why should there be a martyr?/? At least leave a little piece of dignity ...Never forget yourself because you are valuable.. There's nothing wrong with loving but it comes wrong when you are hurting your own self.

Always love yourself first, for how can you possibly love when your not filled with it, there's nothing to give if you don't have it...

To be in love and to be loved is the perfect feeling . For all of you who are man haters ,and there's bunch of hood guys not just jerks...Do not be unfair...There's nothing to be afraid of when it comes to love because it should be unconditional... Why think of all those fears when it doesn't make you feel better.....

I'm not the relationship expert but you must value of whatever relationship you have now...Life is a package there's no reason to feel lonely and cursed the boys.......why don't take the risk , isn't it much better than standing still and doing nothing? they say love waits but I say time waits for no one.....

Its always spinning and everything changes......We all search for love but love will never find our way if we are stuck in the same box........Enjoy your date with your valentine....And for all the ladies whoa re single like me , let's all have a toast and enjoy the season of Love..

I am going to leave you with the most wonderful definition of Love from Corinthians

Love is patient, love is kind and is not jealous; love does not brag and is not arrogant, does not act unbecomingly; it does not seek its own, is not provoked, does not take into account a wrong suffered, does not rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails; but if there are gifts of prophecy, they will be done away; if there are tongues, they will cease; if there is knowledge, it will be done away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part; but when the perfect comes, the partial will be done away. When I was a child, I used to speak like a child, think like a child, reason like a child; when I became a man, I did away with childish things. For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face; now I know in part, but then I will know fully just as I also have been fully known. But now faith, hope, love, abide these three; but the greatest of these is love.

melody

2010-12-29T01:31:00.000-08:00

I am still waiting for the day,,,,,for the day of new land ,,,,

Day and night I keep on shading the lamp
before closing the eyes I took a leap of faith
I am in this place, a place where I was molded
I am in this place, a place of my first memory
I am in this place, a place of black and gray

I don't want to be prison here...I've been wishing..praying.to be somewhere out..but there's no way to escape..My heart is crushed..I go deeper on the wells...trying the best luck but still i wait for no tomorrow...

Man and woman destined to be together....bells and rings celebrates happiness.....moon and starts shines at night......Man and woman loved each other....

***lady of symphony

Why Do I not Love?
Why do I not love? he asked me
Why do I not love? I asked me
love is cruel, yet is the sweetest pain
love is fragile yet it is the most unbreakable.
Now, why do I not love?
Do I not love because I hate?
Do I not love because I'm afraid?
or Do I not love because I know you won't love me back.

***Lady of symphony in seasons of love

Will I wait in vain or stand coldly in the pouring rain
Will you be on my side to give me warm
Will the whisper of winter fade away
or will the sun bursts and turn our love into dusts
I don't know..with uncertainties I cannot give love
call me weak and hate me to death but I can't give a love
for I have not known love for I never met love
I don't know when will the spring of love come or will it ever greet me again
Under this maple tree , I will be like the alluring leaves waiting for the spring
And when it comes, just like the leaves I will gracefully fall and dance in the wind

Hymn for HIM

2010-09-24T03:21:00.001-07:00

You were the stranger I never bothered to know

The wall I would just pass by

The paper that give me no impression

The shadow that never caught my eye

The star I never gazed up on night

But destiny has throned the dice and we landed on the same field

Then You were seating next to me.

At the end, at the back row of the arena, we were there.

And each of our black moon has locked on its path.

A smile on your grimace and a kindle in my own trace.

Now you speak up and I've heard your voice,

Addictive as wine, the only music I could define

We were there at the back row, at the end of the plaza.

And every day we got closer with each other.

We opened our diaries and we spoke the letters

And we didn't mind the Picasso.

We were there , at the back row at the end of the sweet garden

I felt your lavish skin and now we were never in a distance

And now we see each others world

We were there at the back row at the end of Adam's paradise.

We prayed that the music won't stop,

But we could never control the symphony

The curtains have closed and the orchestra has died

We were there at the back row at the end of the Great Opera House

Two hearts have become one in the center of circles

The Top and the Ball have danced for the night

We were there at the back row at the end of the city of Love

But now they were just sweet memories written at the end, at the back row of the buried History

The Elizabeth had once asked

will thou dae everything?

Will thee be undone for Love?

Will thou stop the rolls and halt the knights?

What can thee dae for LOVE?

Another dice was thrown

But we were no longer there

We are no longer at the back row at the end of the castle

And just like any other tragic story

We ended up like Romeo and Juliet

For I chose to let go

For I can't do anything For Love

For I am not Islde

Forgive me for leaving you at the back row at the end of the temple

Fare thee well

*INceptION** (22)

2010-08-28T22:54:00.000-07:00

You're waiting for a train, a train that will take you far away. You know where you hope this train will take you, but you can't be sure. But it doesn't matter - because we'll be together.

Its been a long time since I've posted on this blog......(this post is originally written on the 2nd week of august)..I am becoming too lazy now....I'm glad that finally I've come into form of relaxation and just calmly express my thoughts. Junior College is stressing me out.I need to feed my mind with some good movies.

I guess for the month of July-August "Inception" was the talk of the town.This blog of mine has emphasized dreams , the difference of reality and fantasy ,on how our minds creates our own utopia and how we wished to escape the pain of reality. Finally a movie has brought that concept into the new level. Kudos to the writer and creative management, the whole movie was one of a kind. I've enjoyed every second of it.

Dom Cobb is a skilled thief, the absolute best in the dangerous art of extraction, stealing valuable secrets from deep within the subconscious during the dream state, when the mind is at its most vulnerable. Cobb's rare ability has made him a coveted player in this treacherous new world of corporate espionage, but it has also made him an international fugitive and cost him everything he has ever loved. Now Cobb is being offered a chance at redemption. One last job could give him his life back but only if he can accomplish the impossible-inception. Instead of the perfect heist, Cobb and his team of specialists have to pull off the reverse: their task is not to steal an idea but to plant one. If they succeed, it could be the perfect crime. But no amount of careful planning or expertise can prepare the team for the dangerous enemy that seems to predict their every move. An enemy that only Cobb could have seen coming. Written by Warner Bros. Pictures

Inception made an impossible impetus into reality. We all dream and we question its existence and meaning. According to Adler dreams are an important tool to mastering control over your waking lives,while Freud analyzed dreams in order to understand aspects of personality as they relate to pathology,Hall believed dreams are the best way to discovering personal thoughts and to explain your behavior,according to Jung, dreams are a way of communicating and acquainting yourself with the unconscious and Perls believed that dreams contain the rejected, disowned parts of the Self.

These theories of dreams were actually manifested in the movie but the movie itself created its own theory. The theory that a person can enter into one's dream and manipulate or take away its thoughts on its subconscious.

A person can enter in some one else dream.....is that possible? in the movie, absolutely, and perhaps we may not know this could lead to some technology revolution in which we could enter other's dreams.
Not only that, they could dream within a dream and they have done that in 4 layers.

here are some quotes from the movies

Cobb: Our dreams, they feel real while we're in them right? Its only when we wake up then we realize that something was actually strange!
When we are dreaming, we're not aware that we are in a dreamland instead we thought of it as the existing state and when we wake up sometimes those vivid images remain nd sometimes the obscure events break away. And often times we thought of what maybe the interpretation of our dreams.]
This was the technique of Cobb's team to implant a concept in the dream to appear it as it is the truth.

Ariadne: Why is it so important to dream?
Cobb: Because, in my dreams we are together

I think this line also applies to us, wen wanted to dream because in that dream , with our unconscious thoughts we fulfill our desires . Unconsciously, we created a world ( I believe most taken from our memories and unconscious mind) where we could draw happiness and erase bitterness. For Cobb, this was his main struggle he can't let go of his dream because in his only dream he could still see and feel the presence of his dead wife. And I guess this is the critical point, when we no longer face reality and instead cling into that dream that may lead to us into false perceptions.

Cobb: The moment's passed. Whatever I do I can't change this moment. I'm about to call out to them. They run away. If I'm ever going to see their faces I've gotta get back home. The real world.

Cobb has missed the growth of his children he had not experienced a real life.everything was all inception..everything was just a shade of reality and a drop of pain

Cobb: Look at you. You're just a shade, a shade of my real wife. How could I capture all your beauty, your complexity, your perfection, your imperfection, in a dream? Yes, you're the best that I can do. But, I'm sorry, you're just not good enough.
those bittersweet memories just keep coming on, because of his Guilt he couldn't take off the grip. Mal was often the antagonist in his dream, Mal sabotages their plan but actually it was Cobb who ruined the architecture of the dream, it was his own memories that put the knots ..He couldn't remove the tangle .

Mal: We'd be together forever. You promised me.
Cobb: I know. But we can't. And I'm sorry.
Mal: You remember when you asked me to marry you? You said you dreamt that we'd grow old together.
Cobb: And we did... I miss you more than I can bear... but we had our time together. And now I have to let go...

As I hear these lines.. tears fell down.I could feel the love of Cobb to his wife ..Leonardo is such a prefect actor for this role... They had travel in their own world , together they walked in their journeys and together they were happy filled with love. Not everyday is a dream, not everyday is sleeping into imagination but rather everyday must be a reality. And with that single pinch of pain, they had forgotten to wake up, they had forgotten reality , they had abandoned the life they have and the children they adore. In the dream world, sand castles and pink houses they can control but it end up they no longer take the wheel of their future.
In the waking or dreaming life they both shared the love but unfortunately for Mal, she can longer bear the pain of confusion. Cobb was able to stay away from the limbo state. It was almost a decade , a decade of suffering a decade of memories that caused tragedy. Mal chose to ended her life, she didn't figure it out she was prisoned in the memories of her dreams . Cobb did his best to wake up Mal and make her realize that they are now in reality and not in the dream. Cobb carried the guilt for it was he who gave Mal the idea of fantasy, the idea of creating their own paths. It was tragic, Cobb couldn't do anything with his idea he killed his wife.It took a long time for him to soon realize that she had to let go of the kite . He kept on thinking and governing his emotions on Mal , he kept on dreaming to fade away the pain and to feel again the sweet love of his life but with his thoughts it made him worst. he didn't had the chance to see his children, didn't have the chance to enjoy it as it supposed to be...
Most of the time our demotions triggers our dreams and sometimes our dreams triggers our emotions. I used to dream before a very sad scene of my life, it kept on recurring , all I wanted is to forget it but why does it keep on running ?? Sooner after I've realized that the scene left me with a disturbing emotion but thanks to my dream , slowly it healed my self. But for Cobb's case the more he sees his wife the more he jumps into it and the more he fails to see the truth.

Leap of faith,” “Old man full of regret, waiting to die alone,”

And what happens to Saito??? he was also trapped in the limbo state..he's greedy dreams made him an old man in an unrealistic world ....In a lifetime nightmare in which it is most difficult to escape....It begun all in Saito, with his command for inception. for his desire to be on the top and that self dream of his has ended his real triumph.

You're waiting for a train, a train that will take you far away. You know where you hope this train will take you, but you can't be sure. But it doesn't matter - because we'll be together.

This is the riddle shared by Cobb and his wife...This the riddle (I'm not sure) that Cobb spoke to let his wife be in the kick and finally see reality.....The hit of the train will take them far away .far away from the world they've created.......The world that once was their paradise become the wrecker of their happy life...

What truly made me bewildered ins the ending of the movie....It kept us all thinking.what the heck was the conclusion.was he still in the limbo state or has he already awaken from the dream......He had seen his children but the top is continually spinning....well the story lies in our hands......I hope it has a sequel and explains every puzzle in it.....Some says it was all Cobb's limbo state....everything was creatively designed in Cobb's ind and the characters were all projections...But whatever is the truth in it.let's just wait perhaps they could have another story in the sequel....
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There were some dreams that made you afraid to sleep. some dreams that made you feel tremble that even at the daylight it haunted you and affected you...What's within the dreams, why do we have emotions on it and why does some dreams doesn't stop it keeps on existing even at the waking life...There were some dreams that made you think, that mad you pray and eat. There were some dreams that you wished to be filtered, wished to be not remembered but somehow it raises your blood pressure.......some dreams we were thankful for it was only a dream........and some dreams that we die for that we don't want to escape and shape it with our own finger tips....Why does dream exists??? why does God allows dreaming??? I can't imagine my self without a dream,.,,,,To dream is like my portal to the extreme world....Whatever our dreams maybe it is important that in our waking life we fulfill our responsibilities and make sure we don't across imagery....
Dream on and be Awake!

Sunday Morning

2010-08-21T21:55:00.000-07:00

This Sunday was not my typical Sunday......I have nonentity to be concerned or to boggle of, I've ate my breakfast and I woke up early...Oh sweet Sunday, a serene and bouncy daylight.

To take pleasure in the chirps of the birds and the sways of the flowers I've grab the newspaper. I don't know why I am so in the doldrums this week to read books and articles; perhaps this was an end product of almost a whole week facing the volumes for the midterm examinations.

In the Allure section of The Philippine Star, an article title made me bring to a halt for a while...

"The night Go danced the 'Moon walk' in the middle of the rain"
It seems to be a title of a novel or a spiritual book. It was written by Bum Tenorio Jr. I am actually not a reader of the allure sections, mostly I only gazed in the images but this time the title made a significant sound in my mind. As I browsed through the article it put a smile on my face and an uplifting feeling of my soul.

"I love it when it rains at night"....

I agree with the writer, rain is the most beautiful music, its thunder and flashing lights is like a symphony. Rain calms me down, it makes me think and look back. I remember the days when I was a child running and dancing in the rain not thinking that I could get a flu. When it rains it's like celebrating it is like your own momentum.

The author then narrated what happened to him one rainy evening a text message he received form a priest asking if f he is still interested to become one. He replied "no more, I don't think I have the calling for it" "Can you just imagine the seminary with me there? Gosh, I'll teach Jesus to dance and laugh non-stop at the seminary! And I'm sure god will love me for that"

The author and I have some little commonalities, me and my sister before used to dream to become a nun but later on found out it wasn't our calling. It made me think, how does God dance?? Or does He dance at all?? What life does God has???

The author imagined himself and God singing together Pyramid...And laughing with each other and I too pondered this in my mind... What if God sings?? What would be sound of His Melody?? Would he be out of tuned or has a powerful voice like Josh Groban??

The author has also mentioned that no one among his Religious teachers told him that God has ever laughed. He even questioned if God has ever tried to laugh-tear and wondered how do we talk to God? Can be casual?

Me too, I never heard on the religious teachings saying God is laughing, does God also laughs in our jokes?? Does he make Faces??What is the language of God??

I'm sure He speaks from His heart, His language is Love. I talk to God almost all of the time, even though there is no visible response I could still feel and hear what He wanted to say....To know that there is God is like knowing that there is air that keeps us alive.

The author had also asked if God also stresses out and imagined God and his self dancing; imagine God doing the "Moon Walk". Then with that God is very cool. The author stretches out that if God has created trees whose branches sway to the hymns of the mind then for sure, God knows how to dance. It is wonderful to imagine God dancing because with it I could think of Happiness, happiness of everyone.

God is truly a great artist a great scientist a genius a brilliant architect, imagined how he designed our body ,our world and how He loved a sinner like me.

True , this is very true......and when the time when I will see God I m very sure that the first thing that I would do is cry and ask for forgiveness...I know I have done a lot of things that broke His heart and I would cry for I know I am not worthy to be His child but there still days left and I will use this day to give back His love and so if ever the day will come that I will Meet Him then at least He would be happy that He created me.

"I am certain I will not ask Him what makes Him cry. I already know the answer. I made him cry many times. Yet still, He loves me just the same"

Same as the writer I am not the normal religious woman, in fact I don't attend masses every Sunday, I don't follow the normal rituals of the Catholics but I believe in Him and I know in my own way I could show How Thankful I am that He is my Father.

I will always have this Sunday morning, a morning with God.......

Affliction

2010-08-20T17:12:00.000-07:00

a poem written for my literature class..........

Affliction

The shadow of the night caves in down on me.

My eyes beguiled by the thousand words of free

My heart is lock, wedging out the vivid memories

The first time I caught his semblance

My eyes were mystified, he was my all stance

He was the moonlight in the cloudy sky

The sunlight in the darkest time

He had sung the songs of stars

He had travelled the world of sands

He had searched for the sweetest lime

He had come across of every sublime

But he had offered me his precious love.

And here I am, frantic as the frozen glass

Crippled in the layers of contrast

And here I am standing in the Pisa

Puzzled as the painting of Monalisa

I have nothing to give

I refused to dance in his rain

For I have no time to stand in vain

I had abandoned Love and closed the gates

I had broke his heart

And stole his sparks

Winter and Fall has passed away

But the aches still remain

I saw him once again

I followed him in sight

to where I wished he'd stop.

But tears suddenly climb down

His hands collided with the hands of another

My almost numb skin, dripping and shriveled

Why does it hurt? Why this terrifying sound of beats?

And now as we crossed the paths

He walked past me just like the wind

Cupid, why are you such a fool?

Why struck the arrow in the wrong time?

This bitter sweet love has caused pain

Love, love, love! Why is something so wonderful so despised?

All I have are traces of sadness, and cruel is the day,

Now the memories of him and me locked in ray

Become a fleeting castle in the sky of gray

ALICE

2010-07-17T22:35:00.000-07:00

ALICE

Sitting on a fringed ledge in the morning, contemplating on the beauteous and simple stanzas of nature.

The beacon glorifies the scorching caress of the grandiose sun, the trees glared and whistled on the Herculean billows

An hour glass is enduring in the diamond of sands, the petals delighted in the slow dance of the tangles

As I languish in mellow havoc with time and belie one’s self from nuisance, a little girl bustled beforehand with a genial silhouette appeared in translucence

She cradled my hand and brought me to her wonderland and a scent of happiness was all around

She was in the mainstream of a rampage crowd but they were spell bound by her magic soughed.

She vented with the hatter and enlivened his heart, she is the frisky harlequin of every man in roughed

Alone she ambled like a thief in the night to the vicinity of a mystical door, she insinuates in defiance for a savior

And now we were trap in the ungraceful maze, and underneath is a fiery blaze. In all awe I saw an alcazar of enthralling ace cards, she named it as her graveyard.

She brought tea to the three enchanting rabbits trifled underneath the palm trees, She‘s generous even to the bandits travelling around the sullen fields

I fathomed the king and queen caper the shafts on bland and unflattering wall, this fine-grained damsel is like a pawn, noble and a faithful servant of them all.

When everything falls down she rises up again, forms another cloud filled with giddy moisture patiently waiting for her emancipation.

The she heard the blustering sound of the ringing bell, she spurred in the moment walking above the perilous braiding for the open door, but everything turned pale

She cried for she can no longer find way to return to her wonderland. .Oh sweet child, now singing the lonely tunes of the underground.

She search for a family portrait but it was not found, she quench to hear a lullaby but there was no sound

She won’t let go of the kite…She was all in fright, Once was a fragile face now a grotesque imprint of pain.

The golden beam now escapes her grimace and all I could gaze is a broken trace

Oh poor Alice of wonderland……..

I carried her with my arms and lay her in the sands…The hourglass vanished in quick episode…walloping waves has captured her.

…Oh they had taken Alice, prison in the icy colds of Davy Jones’ Locker.

I looked below the mirrored and reflecting façade, it showed me nothing but a vague reflection of my own countenance

This is a metamorphical poem about myself...............hahahhahahaa..............

Healing Hearts

2010-06-26T05:20:00.000-07:00

Gloomy skies are up above…..little rain drops pass by…..tears is climbing down …

Silent strings soothes down while the cold air sings and petals of roses lay down….

Today was the last day of glimpse to her beloved mother....There was this boy who was like the clown of the class; he is indeed smart, always positive and cheerful. Sad news broke his heart last year; his mother is diagnosed with cancer. We we're not close friends but everyone seem to like him because of his blissful spirit. Today who could’ve thought the boy who has the biggest smiles is now crying like a child losing his kite......

We never thought he was in a painful process, no marks of worries or pain on his fragile face but only a light ray of happiness.....

I could emotionally relate to whatever he is going though, It was also summer when my grandma was hospitalized.....and also in month of June my grandma passed away....It was like 4 years ago, but the pain didn't totally vanished, in my dream it kept on recurring the times that she was by my side, the times when I hugged her tight and the times she says those nice words...

To me she was like a second mother, she made me feel I belong to the family; she kept on saying that I will be a doctor and will be a very beautiful woman... She never forgets my birthday, she praises me when I do good things and even give me rewards. These things are little things of everything to me.........These things are simple things that my own parents never let me experienced. and that's why I treasured so much the times that I have spent with her........I was like also in 2 months at the hospital...Together with my cousin , I was her caretaker...And witnessing her suffering just tormented my heart away...hoping that I could take away all the pain. Even trading places with her was my wish just to end the anguish....

And maybe this was also the situation for him....Losing a mother is like losing one organ of your body....I understand how painful it is but I know I will never know how painful it is for him....

Isn't it too early?? Isn’t it unfair?/.....Before I questioned why those good people suffer so much, why do they have to suffer before they die??Can’t they have tranquility before they depart?........But now I am thankful for that opportunity...seeing my grandma suffering allowed me and my relatives to show to her how much we care and love her....allowed us to feel human and experience life,, allowed us to realize the significance of time......with those moments it taught me a lifetime learning...It gave me hope and loved life....

I know it won't be easy. It takes days, weeks, months, and many years to be OK and fully accept what had happened.....It will never be the same again....

All the good things they have done will always be remembered, the scar will always be a mark of how special they are and how they've changed our lives....

When someone is in grief, a friend cams by and gave a big hug...and I think that is the most wonderful part, knowing that you are not alone and there are people who cares so much about you...

I want to share this song by Josh Groban......It left me with tears.......

Who can say for certain

Maybe you’re still here

I feel you all around me

Your memories so clear

Deep in the stillness

I can hear you speak

You’re still an inspiration

Can it be (? )

That you are mine

Forever love

And you are watching over me from up above

Fly me up to where you are

Beyond the distant star

I wish upon tonight

To see you smile

If only for awhile to know you’re there

A breath away’s not far

To where you are

Are you gently sleeping

Here inside my dream

And isn’t faith believing

All power can’t be seen

As my heart holds you

Just one beat away

I cherish all you gave me everyday

’cause you are mine

Forever love

Watching me from up above

And I believe

That angels breathe

And that love will live on and never leave

Fly me up

To where you are

Beyond the distant star

I wish upon tonight

To see you smile

If only for awhile

To know you’re there

A breath away’s not far

To where you are

I know you’re there

A breath away’s not far

To where you are

We may not see them physically but we knew they are embracing God's hands and we knew they are still watching us...To where they are now; we will always love and remember them...

May all hearts be healed and all souls be in peace.......

God bless!

Airplanes of May

2010-06-15T16:29:00.000-07:00

It's been like a month since I've posted on my blog.This one was actually written in days of May...I still want you to share my thoughts on these.

These past few days, I was overwhelmed by unfortunate events........

Yes, I was coated with hatred and misery ....asking life , why shouldn't it be me??

There are things that just flowed and swallowed us, I've accepted it and it made my bones stronger.......There are things that are very gracious, very tantalizing and it didn't approached you, it turned you back.....and asked why ??

I'm going to share to you this song.,....it really inspired me and made me felt better.....

Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now, a wish right now, a wish right now
Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now, a wish right now, a wish right now

*Until now I've always waited for shooting stars and still hoped that there will be a little spark of miracle.

We all have wishes and desires, and we badly seek for it....

We even come up with a genie in a bottle that will give us three wishes......

We adore how it remains in our subtle chimera and

we enjoy how we kept on waiting for the day of its reality.

I could use a dream or a genie or a wish

To go back to a place much simpler than this

Cause after all the partying and smashing and crashing

And all the glitz and glam and the fashion

And all the pandemonium and all the madness

There comes a time when you fade to the blackness

And when you're staring at the phone in your lap

And you hoping but them people never call you back

But that's just how the story unfolds

You get another hand soon after you fold

And when your plans unravel in the sand

What would you wish for if you had one chance?

So airplane airplane sorry I'm late

I'm on my way so don't close that gate

If I don't make that then I'll switch my flight and

I'll be right back at it by the end of the night

* what is it like when you are already on the cloud 9 of your dreams.? what is it like when you have a ll the fame and fortune....I know it won't feel good at all....We need to pay the prize...I do aim high but at the same time I keep on thinking and reminding myself that fame, fortune, those deceiving lights,sweet words,and traitor claps they can pull you down and eventually leave you on despair. The lyrics of the song is very true, could we wish for more ? when curtains fall and you see your shadow weeping in the center stage, what would you wish for? Would you wish for time to spin back? or would hope that these life you've inced wished for would just vanish like a candle being blown?

Yeah somebody take me back to the days

Before this was a job before I got paid

Before it ever mattered what I had in my bank

Yeah back when I was trying to get a tip at Subway

And back when I was rapping for the hell of it

But nowadays we rapping to stay relevant

I'm guessing that if we can make some wishes outta airplanes

Then maybe oh maybe I'd go back to the days

Before the politics that we call the rap game

And back when ain't nobody listened to my mix tape

And back before I tried to cover up my slang

But this is for Decatur what's up Bobby Ray

So can I get a wish to end the politics

And get back to the music that started this shit

So here I stand and then again I say

I'm hoping we can make some wishes outta airplanes

*I know there will come a moment in which we to make our choice. But whatever choices we make, we should not regret on it but instead face whatever are the consequences. Choices may make you blue, but with a Strong Faith and blissful spirit this once wrong choice could end up right. We may be stuck in an awful maze but we shouldn't allow ourselves to be caught up...instead we need to find the way, bewildering it may be, but we need to try to find that exit and could finally get a new start.

There is no rewind button, pause nor fast forward......all we can do is face it and get it fixed.

This was once my thought.....

I wanna run.but where??? I wanna crawl and hide but where's the haven?I've been asking myself why I don't get happiness? what does really make me happy?? just before , just in a seconds ago I was so blissful and sunny and suddenly when the doors shutdown I become gloomy and dark feather

Sometimes I want to be numb.I want to feel nothing....But this is reality.It is painful and no matter how hard i try drifting my mind to my own utopia....there is always a pinch of reality.....and I can't escape it.....

I'm facing it but I'm trembling on it....I admit I am weak and only God can carry all the pain inside me.......

I've been childish.....selfish..........I've been counting the blessings I have......But actually what matters to me is the respect that people will give to me.Sometimes it is heart wrenching to make fool of yourself just to put a smile on a frowning face. . And I hate myself for being unfair to me.......For being coward and just accepting those things.but what can I do???? that's all I can do....

Do we have the right to question????? when we knew that everything will be settled in the right time.

I've been patiently waiting and sometimes I got tired of it.....but should I give up on dreaming??? I don't know...We can't get what we always want......

I know for sure God sets the right time for us......

Let the Jeepney:Take you there

2010-05-13T07:46:00.000-07:00

Election heat has finally turned down.The yellow flag is now standing and waving......This day I was exhausted, I accompany again my cousin to my university,,,,,it was really stressful when you are trying to help her but she's not helping herself....My cousin's major problem is that she doesn't know how to commute , she's even afraid to be inside a cab...........

Here in the Philippines we used Jeep as a means of transportation. jeepney is termed as the king of street because of its heavy weight, height and its major causes of traffic.......There are about 18 passengers in one jeepney...it is chromatic and creatively accessorized and it you will only need Php 7 for a trip.

There's a deck of cards of entrancing and morbid episodes that will be coded inside the jeep. In a flash, a quick fox could be gripping your phone, wallet or life. In a day there's a bulk of snatching cases.In late nights these kings are prone to accidents, they could be stuck in a massive hole or collide with a giant or gnome.

Inside the Jeepneys is like inside a preheated oven and like a barrel of mixed peppers, what I mean is there are mixed odors and very expose to pollution.You could not even experience tranquility because there are some leery poker faces. And you wouldn't even like sitting like a hatter so tight on a hot flush seat and raising your arm trying to grab some silver rod..Sometimes there is a enie-minnie squabble between the conductor/driver and the passengers. We ,passengers couldn't understand why they keep on getting passengers when there is no enough seat.

That's why sometimes people would prefer to ride on a cab , even though it is expensive at least it is much more comfortable cool and your solo on the chesterfield.But I have bad notes on riding a cab,supremely when the sun has sets.I am more petrified quietly sitting in a cab than riding in a jeepney.....in the cab the driver could make fun of you, making threats and making you uneasy,,,,,sometimes they would trick you, especially if you look so innocent and doesn't know the directions they could just turn you around and let you pay much...Sometimes you left some valuable things and not all drivers are honest and caring enough to report it and give it back to you...There are also been cases where in drivers hold up their passengers and abandon them in an unknown area....

But i think most of us would love to be on our own car........everybody ,I think, has their dream car......I was once dreaming for a jaguar,hummer,Cadillac,Lexus and Volvo.....but I think I can have it in nearly next 10 years.Inside us we want our own luxury, our own precious modern Pegasus...Isn't it lovely to be on the chaise lounge,hands tight on wheels and with an overflowing music while on your Way to paradise ? or isn't it like an awakening spirit when your inside your haven, where you can hide and turn around any time when you are on your ticket to dark jungle?

It is like You are carrying your own statement on the streets, it is just like the way we make statements in fashion.Some people would have an eye, with expressions of admiration some people would have a stare wishing for a glitch and some people would stop trying to break that foggy crap.

To have a car is like having a child , we are responsible for it, we need to feed it, educate it, fix it and love it.We can go wherever we want to go, because the car brings you everywhere.

But there are a lot of things that people would really missed in riding the taxi and their luxury car.Thes are the things that only happens or mostly happens in the Jeeps.

There are so many amazing things that happens in a jeepney. In a jeepney, there's an opportunity to help, when an elderly one comes in you could assist them, or move on the left side and let them take the comfortable seat. There could be guardian who are bringing the kids, again you could assist them.

Inside a jeepney could be a proclamation or a debate. Drivers and passengers could exchanged opinions , exchange bitter words and claims. And again the other passengers could assist any one of them, they could back fire or be a mediator. Inside the jeepney there's a colorful conversations and there's free gossip.....passengers would talk aloud that you would find yourself smiling about their chants. You could bumped to your friends or acquaintances and there you go exchange of words.You could laugh out loud and even sober, there's plenty of people who would be there for you.Inside a jeep there's reflection.Passengers sit opposite to each other, and in that you could clearly see their expressions, and you would have that empathy. you will knew who had the bad day and who's in a bliss. Inside a jeep there could be friendships built, there will be familiar faces and sometimes you would puzzle if that familiar face would be sooner be part of your ride.There will be exchange of glances and smiles. There are memories buried inside it.And though there's a lot of negative words you could throw in a jeepney, it is still the king of streets, it blows your ride.

Life is just like the Cab,Luxury car and the Jeepney. They have the common ground, taking us to our destination.Life is a destination.There are too many crossroads, sometimes we got confused.The red light is on, we have to stop. No matter how desperate we are to move forward, we have to stop, and think again.In our lives we needed break, in every hassle ,in every back aching loads and bullets of words, we always needed to pause. Then there's the yellow light we have to slow down, we humans can't really get enough. Why be impatient? There's time, make most of it, sometimes when we fast forward we missed moments and we knew there's no rewind, that's why there is a slow motion. Take it easy and everything will run smoothly. Now we go for green, it's time go, go ahead of your life keep going until we reach our final destination.

2010 "YEAR of CHANGE"

2010-05-05T01:23:00.000-07:00

The Ninoy Aquino phenomenon II: A study in peaceful change

”The great “legitimizer” of government is the ballot not the bullet”Ninoy Aqunio

As I scrolled down my homepage on Face book political shibboleth are on their profile pics and some have clamored political wisdom on their status messages. As I switched local channels political ads are on race. As I move out in a box of shelter, all in my eyes are posters and tarps on the weak barricades. And when I meandered on the avenue, my ears are in pain of those loud political rattles on a monstrous vehicle. I am flooded with campaign and forum invitations.

Yes Philippines is now on its zenith of politics. Election is going to happen in the next five days . It seems people now are more aggressive and active .They are like those malignant ninjas in the saddle for a ravage. I think most especially the youth were influenced by ABS-CBN's ako ang simula agenda. And Filipinos seems to be enervated and had enough of playing as meek of the administration of PGMA.

Change is it really going to happen? my answer yes and in a major way. Whoever sits on that couch there is certainly change going to happen, the question is..is it for worst or better?

I honestly don't like the system of my country , especially on rules of campaigning.there are too many candidates , and yes comelec has these list of rules but when they are violated they didn't do anything.....and I do hate the way the politicians endorsed themes selves. Could they stop bragging what they have done? or they assumed that they have done..and could they stop making black notes on their opponents....

to be a good leader is to fight clean... Now for those candidates who had made black propaganda clearly for me they aren't good leaders. they are so desperate that they need to stain other person's name just to have a good appeal.

Politicians often use poverty and the poor people. but honestly, poor community doesn't even care about these politicians, they don't even hope for betterment and they knew that they are only being used.. but do they have a choice? they got paid for it and they needed it.. even though they knew that the whole thing is only a false image they bite on it so that even just in a few days they could escape from hunger.

Rallies and riots for no reason, same thing they are paid just to stain a name.

So whom should we vote?

I think there are only 3 candidates who are credible enough to grab the slot of next President. Manny Villar, Noynoy Aquino and Gibo Teodoro.

According to the current constitution (1987), the President must be at least 40 years of age, a Filipino citizen by birth, and is a resident of the Philippines for the past 10 years prior to election.The president heads the Executive branch of the government, which includes the Cabinet and all executive departments. The executive power, as such, is vested on the President alone.The president is also the Commander-in-Chief of the Armed Forces of the Philippines.(http://en.allexperts.com/e/p/pr/president_of_the_philippines.htm)

The choice that the people will make is very crucial, the choice of the next leader is in Filipino's hands.

On the issue of expertise.

The nationalist party had claim that their bet has the most experience . I say yes , clearly, Ninoy and Gibo aren't experts in stealing the money of people.

Apparently, I don't like Manny Villar to be the next president, I am torn on Gibo and Noynoy. But these few days, Ia m quite disappointed on Noynoy's campaign, his group is also throwing spoiled bread.

Vilar on the other hand is a business expert, I could say he could make an improvement on our economy. He has been a senate president and in terms of political status, I bet Villar is on the 1st rank. But do we trust this man? Filipinos are skeptical these days. people is pondering on how can villar take back the billions he had spent for his campaign? and we have the negative answer, probably he would get it back in his years as a president. And that is our major fear. Villar had many controversies, the C5 extension.and the alleged alliance of the current administration....I can say that yes he is the secret partner of PGMA because all of a sudden the people from the administration are now on his track....and honestly I think a businessman like him, who has many properties wold only conflict as his position as a president. And also I hate it because why do the hell he used billions just for a campaign>?? he is really hungry.....and I hate it when I turn on TV I saw his stupid jingle and all those poor kids......Poverty is not only the problem in this country.hahaha....Could he actually clear out poverty>??? For me He is a man of stupid lies.....

Well I do admire him for his diligence but I don't think he is trustworthy.......

Good governance is not inherited.I mean there's no absolute truth that Noynoy will do a good governance just because his parents were. Although I still have trust on him, I mean for sure he is protecting the legacy of his parents.Noynoy haven't really authored-or coauthored a law that I could say made a big good change. And his years on the senate, I don't hear much of him in trials and honestly i don't think he made a huge impact.Noy noy was not full hearted on his decision to run as the next president. My worry on me, maybe his future advisers or colleagues could tricked him and signed a wrong paper....I think he is easily persuaded and I'm afraid of that. For me I want the next president who has the courage and can make his own decisions. I say Noynoy is a man of principles but I don't think he is a lion as he's father and as a fighter as his mother.

Click on these sites and have a review on Villar and Noynoy's records on the Philippine politics

http://www.mahalo.com/noynoy-aquino

http://www.scribd.com/doc/26259413/Senator-Manny-Villar-s-Legislative-Record

I am for Gibo.....Because I think he is the most humble and fair competitor among the candidates. He is the 2nd riches presidential and yet he didn't spent millions for his campaign.His party Lakas-Kampi-CMD sponsors the expense in his campaign..Among the three he is also the least of airshows of his commercial.He didn't pay for any celebrity to endorse him, those celebritiies proudly voluntary supports him. And these past days his many people proclaimed their full support on Gbo.He is the youngest secretary to hold the national defense position.He has the intelligence and ability.Even though some of his pawns betrayed him , he was able to manage to stand on his flag. We never heard anything from Gibo saying bad against a candidate nor about any party. Gibo was doing all his best in a clean way.

I do agree on the negative implementation of surveys. i mean Surveys should not been shown or be bases on who to be voted. It actually manipulate people whom to vote. Surveys are not that validated and it really gave an unfair connotation on some candidates. Surveys seem to be right because most of the people are relying on it. I said a month ago, we should vote for Gibo, but a friend of mine insisted that if we vote for Gibo it will only be wasted because for sure he won't win. And what is the basis of my friend for telling this?? the surveys........there's no problem in surveys it's just that I don't think it shouldn't be publicly announced,it confuses the mind of Filipinos.

People's machine...I'm afraid if there will be no automated election next week. I mean if we go back to manual counting, there's a higher risk of cheating.With that there could be another Garci connivance.

Honestly, I am also not that confident in the people's machine there are lot of ways that it could be manipulated.

Honestly I don't have trust on the COMELEC. The government should investigate these anomalies inside the Comelec.

I am frustrated because Philippines spent billions for this automated election, and I really don't know what will happen if they finally announced on going back to manual election. Here we go again, we can't deny it our ningas-kugon attitude. The comelec was very proud of it and showed great improvement months after It was announced that there will be an automated election.But what now?? until now the problems aren't fixed....until now the machines aren't yet ready.

Are we really ready for an automated election.I hope so.....I am afraid that all these delays and dilemmas are only shows so that a black shadow could have longer time thinking of the next strategy to steal the vote of the people......Smartmatic..could you please be more responsible?? I mean the Philippines had rusted your company and yet we think you aren't doing your best.......why oh why?

Whatever are the problems and issues .....I think it is best of us to pray, that there will be a clean and safe election next week.....and that the plans will run smoothly and people will be hopeful and calm.What we can do now.....is stop the pressure.hahaha.for sure those people are on heatwave.let's just give them a chance.....and wait and see..........Hopefully everything works........Let it all be done in the hands of God......

I don't have the right to make a claim nor to protest because I am not a registered voter..But I have the right to speak up my mind and be concern in the events of election.Yes you may say, how can I be concerned when in the first place I didn't take time to be registered.......it is one thing I regret.,...for not doing my part.yes before I really have the intention to not to vote because I thought no one deserves my vote......but the bottom line is , we citizens we should also be active and participate.no matter what It is .at least you Vote!! at least you have spoken...and with that you have the

There's hope for this country.it's gonna be a new day........

. . We should not depend on one man, we should depend on all of us. All of us is expandable in the cause for freedom and therefore I say stand up now and be a leader, and when all of us are leaders, we will expedite the cause of freedom”Ninoy Aquino quotes, number 7 – “. . . I believe that we Filipinos could not fight for our freedom, we do not deserve it, we should not depend on the Americans, we should depend on ourselves . . . “Ninoy aquino"

Stop blaming, and Do your PART!Be a Leader ..........

2010-04-29T20:12:00.000-07:00

The month of April is really getting much hotter here in the Philippines, sometimes I would just imagine I'm in another country enjoying the breeze of wind and the blow of snow. To have a little serenity this one desert like day, I went to my cousin's house, well originally I was supposed to company her in the university where I am currently studying to take an entrance test. The appointment was cancelled and so she suggested me to watch the Japanese TV drama one litre of tear.My friend before has told me about a story of a teenage girl who suffered in an incurable disease. My friend was talking about the Japanese TV adaptation of Aya Kito's diary. One litre of tears, by the title alone it was clear-cut that the show is a heavy drama, and the title alone made us glimpse of emotions in the story.

"To be able to smile and tell everyone this; i have, at least, cried one litre of tears. "

Aya Kitō was a Japanese girl who wrote a diary about her experience with spinocerebellar degeneration disease. Her life story is very inspiring. She was very brave to fight her disease. Aya's character was like a glowing light in a dark arena. She was full of hope .

It was truly heart-rending, the day her parents knew about her disease and it was more remorseless when Aya herself have known her disease. It is truly mortifying to know taht one day you wouldn't be able to walk, eat, talk and wake up...

Why did the disease choose me? I cannot carry it, if it's just for the word "fate".

With these words coming out from her polite lips, crystal tears fell from her eyes. It is truly hard for someone to accept the gruesome truth. As I watched these scene I imagined those people who also have incurable disease and to those people who were just victims and suffer from pain.

I would confess that sometimes I think God is unfair, life is unfair..I thought that there are just things that people don't deserve, I though sometimes why is it that those good people often suffer while others who just don't care and do evil things didn't even have an inch of despair.

Yes, even though I don't have a disease I have questioned, why this kind of life have chosen me?

Purpose driven Life is a book I have read when I was in high school. In that book I have understood life,it's trial's,test, and its temporary assignments. Everything happens for a purpose. Some say if God doesn't do any harm to people then why such accidents and tragedies happen? I say that it is the people who are unfair,it is the people who are shaping its own harm. There are things that we don't understand why it exist, there are situations that sometimes we don't understand why it occurred but one thing is for sure, everything happens for a good reason.

"As I think about the past,the tears will come out.Reality is too cruel, too brutal.I don't even have the right to dream.As I think about the future,the tears will come out again."

I cried and cried for every episode of this TV drama, I felt pity for Aya, she was so good, she was a basketball player in her school and has many plans in the future but the disease took away all her imaginations of the good future.

Some people just took granted of what they have, the family,their potentials and their body, not even thinking that thee are many hopeful dreamers who wished for what they have. In aya's story I have learned to value what I have. Unlike Aya, I can say I didn't have a good memory of the past but I always have a big picture of the future. Every time I reminisce of the past it let my heart tormented.Yes reality is too cruel and brutal and humans are selfish. I think that is why fairy tales and happy endings were written to let people forget the pain and wounds brought by reality, to at least for a little time drift in a world of happiness and gave everyone a chance to continue dreaming.

"I'm glad I came (to Higashi High School again),because it reminded me,the 15-year old me,
was indeed, alive here."

Aya kept on writing her diary even it was physically painful to make it as an evidence that she is alive.

It was heart wrenching to know that a 15 year old was once a blossoming rose but as the sun sets it turned pale. Even though she was only 15, it didn't stop her from living. What really inspires me on Aya is her courage, her courage to wake up everyday and smile top people even though she is carrying a sad letter.She was always alive

"The flower petals are opening up,each one more than the other.The flowers will once again blossom in full glory.Knowing yesterday what will happen to them today,made me happy.""Just that one sentence, 'I won't leave you',encouraged me a lot.Doctor, thank you for not leaving me."

I think everybody needs encouragement. What is wonderful about Aya, she influenced people and encouraged them. When we re down and in deep trials we always hope because there are people who can we count on. yes even just a smile or a single word it will light up the world. Everybody needs someone , because we can't live alone, because we need reflections and a rod that will keep us look straight.

Sometimes people would even create a lie just to take away the pain and keep the light .The whole point is, we care for each other that's why we don't leave someone behind. Isn't it great when we knew those people around us won't leave us . It is one trait of humans we should always nourish and share , standing by our family, friends, partners or even strangers.

I want to build a time machine and revisit the past. If it weren't for this disease, I might even be in love. I want to cling to someone's arm so badly.

This line let my tears overflow again. Everybody is chasing for love and in Aya's situation she seems to think of it as only a dream. I admire Asou , her friend and classmate who turned to be her love interest.

In this world Humans are only actually searching for love, they may do good and evil but in the end of the day they kept on thinking of Love.

There are just times that you want something badly and you are waiting for it patiently but as the rain comes and the sun shines it seems to be not coming. And for sure we knew what it felt like and I think that feeling, Aya felt it too.

* Even though I have been hurt before by those heartless glares this also helped me to understand that around me, there still exists some gentle glares. Therefore, I definitely won't run away. That's what I'll do. Definitely. Always.

I have experienced that sometimes , there are some just glances that seems to be saying they are disgusted and I it felt so bad. When people see something unusual they would look straight to it, stare to it so deeply. But sometimes people don't know that these glance are hurtful. Yes it is true there are some glances that are kind and we knew from the heart that they want to help us .Aya was so strong to keep on smiling to them and just ignore their eye's judgements. It was grateful that Aya was smart and understanding.

* People shouldn't dwell on the past. It's enough to try your best in all that you're doing now.

Yes this is absolutely true, we shouldn't prison ourselves in the past. Yes there memories of the past that could haunt us but we should let those experiences be a teacher on us. There are also memories in the past that are worth remembering and we should let it remind us of happiness. Past already existed, it is already written and we can't do anything from it but today and tomorrow we could do the right thing. Today and tomorrow make the best out of it because sooner it will be a memory and isn't that great to always remember good things? We need to keep moving forward.

* Where should I head towards? Even if there isn't answer, I'll feel better by writing it down. I've looked for a pair of helping hands but I couldn't feel them, couldn't see them. I only face towards darkness and hear hear the sounds of my hopeless screams.

Writing was the only ability that keep Aya living. And no matter how hard it was for her she used all her strength to write down what she felt and thought.

"Just being alive is such a lovely and wonderful thing."

* If you look up at the sky after falling down the blue sky is also today stretching limitlessly and smiles at me...I'm alive.

I think this is a line that most people forgot to recognize. To breath everyday is indeed a wonderful thing.To enjoy God's creations is a wonderful gift.

It is sad to know that there are people who don't value life, after watching aya's story it made me realize how blessed I am. I am blessed because at 15 I was able to do things that I can. I am blessed because i have my legs, my arms, I could walk, run, write and post a blog. I am blessed because like Aya I have my family and friends. I am blessed because like aya , God is with me.

It is also sad when I see people doing all those vices that could damage their health, yes they enjoyed it for a night or a day or a week , a month and more years but it will bring darkness to them in a lifetime. I just couldn't understand why people abuse what they have. I mean we could enjoy the pleasures but there's no need to over do it. Are we that selfish? we can't get contented of enough? but is enough , enough for them? It is so sad that they couldn't think that when they got those disease it is their loved one who will suffer more. It is so sad that they couldn't appreciate time. Aya was afraid of time , because she knew anytime something is gonna happen. Why is it then , there is Aya who loses her dreams yet continue to strive and why is then other people who has everything and yet keep on throwing them. Life is beautiful and the sand grain is turning to ashes. What a wonderful world we have. Let's enjoy it , we have a lot of time to do good things. Life is yours don't waste it.

Urgent....Alarming....Save the Dolphins

2010-04-04T06:45:00.000-07:00

This is the sad news that I've seen on a note in Facebook......this is so unbelievable

I GOT THIS FROM A MAIL. I WAS DEVASTATED. :'((

The sea is stained in red and its not because of global warming.

It's because of the cruelty that the human beings to the smart Calderon Dolphins.

This happens every year in Faroe Island in Denmark. In this slaughter, the main participants are young teens. To show that they are adults and they are already mature.

In this big celebration, nothing is missing for the fun. Everyone is participating in one way or the other, killing or looking at the cruelty “supporting like a spectator”

Is it necessary to mention that the Calderon Dolphins, like all the other species of dolphins, in it’s near extinction. They get near men to play and interact. In a way of pure friendship.

They don’t die instantly; they are cut 2 to 3 times with thick hocks. At that time the dolphins produce a sound extremely attuned to the cry of a new born child.

The Dolphins dies slowly soaked in its own blood

We will send this mail until this email arrives in any association defending the animals.

PLEASE HELP ME STOP THIS TERRIFYING AND NONSENSE CRUELTY!!! PLEASE REBLOG.

- FRANZ HILARIO

This is really terrifying.......there should be an immediate action for this

Alice in Wonderland

2010-04-01T07:27:00.000-07:00

It is a halcyon siesta time, an ideal peiod to thinka nd write. I assume people would like to have an amity of mind and reflect this Holy Week.Some may be now on a waggling hammock, or laying on the grains of sand , settling on a bench in the park or kneeling down in a prayer room.

The start of the week was not that kind to me. I just received my not so cool final grades.I've got a terrible wound on my knee. I've slip on the floor and got this ugly lesion and eventually will also be a monstrous scar. It was like my firs grotesque imprint of physical pain, I never had serious wounds when I was a kid because I never run and run or sprouting on trees. As a child I always stayed on my safety blanket.

When I reminisce my childhood experiences, it was just like a black and white photo. I never really had fun, I was like a girl just sitting under a tree ,kept on thinking and fell asleep.

I wish I could ride back on time, and hound some adventures. It was troglodytic and moth-eaten, there were only a few kids on our neighborhood and I was the only girl of my age. I had 2 cute cousins but I didn't want their barbies and cooking set. I wanted to fly kites and get up on the fence, but it didn't happen.

As I could see the children today, they are most likely to stay home and played PSP or plant against the zombies. Yes online games are now the children's playground. . Oh my they just missed the fun and excitement in the wonderland. I guess the best of being a child is being like Alice.

To brighten my day up I watched Alice in Wonderland. Johnny Depp is my paramount chimera character. He is great as always , Johnny has his own way of enchanting the viewer's hearts..I would never forget willy wonka, Jack Sparrow and of course the Mad Hatter.

I remember my self before looking for mushrooms and talking to the white rabbits. Alice was then 7 years old believing it was wonderland when actually it was under land. In the film adaptation of the classic fairy tale by Lewis Carroll, Alice is now 19 years old and returns to the under land to slay the Jabberwocky ( a bird controlled by the Red Queen)

Yes, in this world there is a paradise and a swollen trap. I guess everywhere you go there is a great probability of danger.This world is a million coins of hidden codes. Yes life alone is a mystery that everybody is trying to figure out. We are so curious about so many things, we keep on questioning and chasing the most impossible answers.Out of our curiosity we become creative and created a century of theories.

The Mad Hatter: There is a place. Like no place on Earth. A land full of wonder, mystery, and danger! Some say to survive it: You need to be as mad as a hatter.

Sometime we are just too attach on the walls that we failed to enjoy the wonder of life. People become so unaware of time and prison their selves on the bricks of intelligence.

Why couldn't we just love all the creations on this Utopia and be thankful. I guess people really can't get contented on what they have and on what they have known. Unless people would discover their existence they would continue to wander and run across the field of temptations.

Competition is a huge vocabulary, it drives people to be diligent,to be hopeful and give out the best shot but sometimes it drives people to be selfish, to hurt other people and be a danger of the society.

We don't need to be mad to survive in the competition. Anger is only one letter away from Danger. When we are mad we could only think on what we feel and sometimes we couldn't know what is right and wrong. It is most advisable to not make decisions when were mad. Being mad is natural but we gotta put it in the right phase and we shouldn't let it overdone us.

There was a good side of the mad hatter in the movie, he was like the protector of Alice and I honestly couldn't associate his character anymore as the mad hatter portrayed before. the mad hatter in the movie was more sensible and compassionate. I applaud his loyalty to the White queen and his courage to put down the Red queen. I think in this life we gotta be the mad hatter, even though we already have fallen it doesn't mean that we are already defeated and even when we are defeated it doesn't mean that it is the end. I think mad hatter is like being conquering all fears and just face all those foes.

Alice:What is the use of a book, without pictures or conversations?

Yeah,,, I think this line is best suit to Alice in wonderland. The story would be nonsense and boring with out those fancy images and sumptuous conversations.

In the movie, graphics was a massive element, the make-ups,fashion and the whole wonderland gave me an awe. The huge strengh of the movie was on the graphics, I didn't even care to understand the movie story but I never did loose an eye on the screen.

For me the book is a metaphor of our lives. our life would be useless with out those pictures and conversations. Life would be truly unfulfilled if we don't use our imaginations, our talents and potentials into something useful. Life would be all black if we don't share our moments with each other. Life is a wonderland and it is nothing with out the author "God". But the wonderland on earth is only temporary because the true wonderland , the true paradise is the life with God........

Blessed Holy Week!

wonder voices

2010-03-30T23:53:00.000-07:00

Trippin out

Spinning around

I'm underground

I fell down

Yeah I fell down

I'm freaking out, where am I now?

Upside down and I can't stop it now

Can't stop me now, oh oh

I, I'll get by

I, I'll survive

When the world's crashing down

When I fall and hit the ground

I will turn myself around

Don't you try to stop me

I, I won't cry

I found myself in Wonderland

Get back on my feet, on the ground

Is this real?

Is this pretend?

I'll take a stand until the end

I, I'll get by

I, I'll survive

When the world's crashing down

When I fall and hit the ground

I will turn myself around

Don't you try to stop me

I, I won't cry

I, I'll get by

I, I'll survive

When the world's crashing down

When I fall and hit the ground

I will turn myself around

Don't you try to stop me

I, and I won't cry

Avril Lavigne ha an awe-inspiring voice...reading through these lyrics and tuning in to her overruing voice it made me grab a cup of tea....

For me, the song is a collision of imagination and reality. When failures come and blunders sink in, I used to lay down and reversed the whole story. I guess every one has its own wonderland to escape reality. But no matter how astonishing and spellbinding the images and things we saw in our secret grounds we will always hear the blustering sound of the ringing bell. Yes , the bell always ring, reminding us to awake and get out form our personal maze.

In the real world, most of us would pretend and hide the hurt. I have said many times "I won't Cry" but tears would just leak and I can't control it.Sometimes, the more we try to conceal our fear,doubts and bad feelings, the more it got worse. For me it is always better to let it out, reveal all what you feel and it would be a great relief. We are not robots,we are humans designed with emotions and so thus we feel,we love and we hate.

God is truly great for putting our brains on the top. Even though at ties that we are so overwhelmed with emotions we still need to think, we still need to figure out the difference of white and black.

The song is also portraying of a brave heart. Even though the our world crashes down, when everything seems to be not working out we could still survive. Even though Ondoy and Pepeng had hit our country and Earthquake have shaken Haiti and Chile we could still stand and Survive.Yes we'll get by, with God and Christ as our savior we'll get through everything. Because God doesn't play dice ,there are trials But God assure that we could surpass them. True wonderland is Living with God.