There was this topic in yahoo about Muslim women who apparently created peace in their town by launching a "sex strike". Their husbands, at least for the time being, came stopped the fighting and came home. That's good. Bravo to the women. Okay, done.
What is disturbing is the comment of this one guy in the comment panel saying "Let them Kill themselves...blah blah.." and saying "Allah is waiting for them in hell with many virgins..." It was a blasphemous and ignorant comment. And since, it's exactly those kind of comments that breeds inter-religious hatred that I decided to step in and explain to him that Allah, whom the Muslims call God and the God we Christians and Catholics alike are actually one and the same.(The difference is Muslims don't acknowledge Jesus as the Son of God. But I left that part out since that wasn't necessary to make my point.) And you wouldn't believe how many thumbs down I got in such a short amount of time. Oh, the stupidity and ignorance of the Filipinos of our generation. Here I am trying to quell the fire of hate between Muslims and Christians by providing vital information to the uninformed, and yet I get booed, while the one who recklessly and ignorantly posted that hate comment gets thumbs ups. Both he and his crowd are oblivious to the fact that his comment and their simple approval of it are enough to fuel another blood feud between the long-time rival religions, the Muslims and Christians.
I believe that sufficient and proper information can put an end to misunderstandings. But with people being ignorant to information, what will this world come to? True not every bit of information can is true. Some are false, fabricated, and created to spread chaos thru misinformation. I understand those kind of sentiments, but would it hurt or be a waste of time to do some research? - a perfect oppurtunity to learn something new and see different points of view. And with the number of people today who are committed to find the truth about everything, or the number of truths that have already been established, the chances of stumbling upon misinformation is significantly lowered. So why then? Why the thumbs down, even before trying to find the truth? Do the Filipinos today not value knowledge? Would they rather have heresays? Are they content in living their lives only for themselves; to live just a good or comfortable life? - shunning their own personal responsibility in contrubuting to and making a better society. Well, if that is so then we will have no place in our changing world. We will all fade away, insignificant to the eyes of others and be just another part of the archeological records. But before disappearing we will experience the ridicule and be discriminated by others. They will call us barbaric, they will call us uncivilized. We will, once again, be called an inferior race. And then and only then, when the traces of our society have been eradicated, will our great but tainted name Filipino be spared, forgotten and can only be found as a reference in historical and archeological textbooks. That is doomed to be the future of our race, if we do not change. True our genes, our genetic lineage may remain...but they will not be Filipino. That will be our end. The end of Filipino culture, heritage and society that Rizal was not able to foresaw - an end that will be, if we do not change. God help us all.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Her FOB Songs Decoded?
I thought about her today...well, I still do everyday. I don't know if I'm over her. I don't really want to think about it much. A part of me hopes, believes that these as do all heartaches will eventually pass. It's been almost 3 years and a month since I fell in-love with her, and it will be 3 years next month since this heartache began. But yet, there is also a tiny part of me that wants, that hopes, that we can still be together...someday.
So I decided to listen to Grand Theft Autumn by Fall Out Boy. And the reason why that staement seemed emphasized is that because FOB songs are taboo to me. I don't listen to them much because it reminds me of HER, that crazed FOB fan. I do play a song or two when sometimes the thought of her is just too strong. Today was one of those days I guess. And while listening to the song, I checked out the pictures that I have of her. I stumbled upon the two pictures containing FOB lyrics. The same two that I mentioned in my other blogs last year. The lyrics are "So Progress Report: I am missing you to death" from the song I Slept With Someone in fall Out Boy and "I wish I was as invisible as you make me feel" from the song The Pros and Cons of Breathing. Last year I mentioned about the possibility or hope rather, of that having something to with me. Well, it may actually have. When looking at the said pictures, the date of when the pictures was uploaded in FB suddenly flashed in my mind. It was Sept. 25, 2009. That held no important significance to me back when I first saw the pictures and the date. The last day we talked was when Sept. 23, 2008. I wrote it off as mere coincidence. But then I remembered something. Sept. 25 was a thursday. She did a presentation in class that day. I did not pay attention to her while she was performing. I remember now, that I was also clenching my fist all throughout her performance. I kind of glance of her sometimes. She must have seen that. That maybe it. Her friend once told me before, when things weren't as worse yet as it is today, that she ignores me, iniiwasan nya ako, because tinignan ko daw sya ng masama. That may really be it. It was really not my intension to look at her that way, nor was it intended for her to take it that way. I guess, I was trying to show her I was in pain. Pain of the possibility of debarrment in my first sem in college, pain because I feel that we were slowly growing apart. I was fucked up back then...
The picture was uploaded exactly one year after that incident happened. Was it coincidence, was it connected? Was it something to commemorate the anniversary of us, both mutually feeling apart, distant. Does she treat Sept. 25 as "the day", the same way as I do with Sept. 23? Is Sept. 25 for her connected to me? If in the slightest chance that it was, that could mean it took her a year or more to get over me. Could she still not be over me now?... Please note that the last two sentences are just speculation. Keyword is; as always, IF.
So I decided to listen to Grand Theft Autumn by Fall Out Boy. And the reason why that staement seemed emphasized is that because FOB songs are taboo to me. I don't listen to them much because it reminds me of HER, that crazed FOB fan. I do play a song or two when sometimes the thought of her is just too strong. Today was one of those days I guess. And while listening to the song, I checked out the pictures that I have of her. I stumbled upon the two pictures containing FOB lyrics. The same two that I mentioned in my other blogs last year. The lyrics are "So Progress Report: I am missing you to death" from the song I Slept With Someone in fall Out Boy and "I wish I was as invisible as you make me feel" from the song The Pros and Cons of Breathing. Last year I mentioned about the possibility or hope rather, of that having something to with me. Well, it may actually have. When looking at the said pictures, the date of when the pictures was uploaded in FB suddenly flashed in my mind. It was Sept. 25, 2009. That held no important significance to me back when I first saw the pictures and the date. The last day we talked was when Sept. 23, 2008. I wrote it off as mere coincidence. But then I remembered something. Sept. 25 was a thursday. She did a presentation in class that day. I did not pay attention to her while she was performing. I remember now, that I was also clenching my fist all throughout her performance. I kind of glance of her sometimes. She must have seen that. That maybe it. Her friend once told me before, when things weren't as worse yet as it is today, that she ignores me, iniiwasan nya ako, because tinignan ko daw sya ng masama. That may really be it. It was really not my intension to look at her that way, nor was it intended for her to take it that way. I guess, I was trying to show her I was in pain. Pain of the possibility of debarrment in my first sem in college, pain because I feel that we were slowly growing apart. I was fucked up back then...
The picture was uploaded exactly one year after that incident happened. Was it coincidence, was it connected? Was it something to commemorate the anniversary of us, both mutually feeling apart, distant. Does she treat Sept. 25 as "the day", the same way as I do with Sept. 23? Is Sept. 25 for her connected to me? If in the slightest chance that it was, that could mean it took her a year or more to get over me. Could she still not be over me now?... Please note that the last two sentences are just speculation. Keyword is; as always, IF.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
A Conversation With CHEDeng
A blue boy was standing in the garden of a green painted house. He was leaning in a car painted gold and black. Puffing one of the last cigarettes he'll ever have, he walked towards the center of the garden as drizzles fall from the gray colored sky. He looked up to the sky and asked,
"Are you crying for me sky?"
The drizzles fell harder, faster. Thunder echoed like the groaning of a ghost, like a dead lover perhaps, or a tormented soul bound to this Earth by an unfinished business that can never be done. It echoed as the rain fell on the blue boy's cheek. Rain as salty as tears, rain as painful as tears.
The blue boy, threw away his cigarette. He smiled at the sky and said these words that, like the thunder, echoed from his heart with every resounding beat...
"Then don't. I'll be fine"
The rain continued to pour as if saying what if your not? What if it's a lie?
The blue boy answered, "And if it's a lie...time will come when it won't be. I'll be fine".
The blue boy walked away and took shelter in his green painted house as the rain fell harder and the thunder roared louder.
There won't be any rain tomorrow. If it does, then the next day. If the next day still, then next week. But this is for certain; the rain won't last forver.
"Are you crying for me sky?"
The drizzles fell harder, faster. Thunder echoed like the groaning of a ghost, like a dead lover perhaps, or a tormented soul bound to this Earth by an unfinished business that can never be done. It echoed as the rain fell on the blue boy's cheek. Rain as salty as tears, rain as painful as tears.
The blue boy, threw away his cigarette. He smiled at the sky and said these words that, like the thunder, echoed from his heart with every resounding beat...
"Then don't. I'll be fine"
The rain continued to pour as if saying what if your not? What if it's a lie?
The blue boy answered, "And if it's a lie...time will come when it won't be. I'll be fine".
The blue boy walked away and took shelter in his green painted house as the rain fell harder and the thunder roared louder.
There won't be any rain tomorrow. If it does, then the next day. If the next day still, then next week. But this is for certain; the rain won't last forver.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Re-watched Angel! Beats! =')
Just re-watched the really sad part of Angel Beats! ep 13 for the 3,4,5 and 6th time today! I still cried. Subarashii =')
Angel Beats! Re-watch! =')
Rewatched ANgel Beats! for the Second time! xD
Still Rewinded the scenes several times.
Almost a year after the airing of Angel Beats! I still cried a lot! xD
Episode 13, still made me cry more than any other show I ever watched and probabaly ever will... My tears were literally flowing, pouring from my eyes.
I love it so much. Ep. 13 Angel Beats! arigatougozaimasu! xD daisuki xD
Yuzuru <3 Kanade =')
^_^ >_<.
Still Rewinded the scenes several times.
Almost a year after the airing of Angel Beats! I still cried a lot! xD
Episode 13, still made me cry more than any other show I ever watched and probabaly ever will... My tears were literally flowing, pouring from my eyes.
I love it so much. Ep. 13 Angel Beats! arigatougozaimasu! xD daisuki xD
Yuzuru <3 Kanade =')
^_^ >_<.
Friday, October 29, 2010
Old Sayings...
There's an old saying that time flies when you're having fun. That time flies when you're happy. Well, if that's true, then it must also be true that time slows down in times or sorrow. In my case, it seemed like time stopped. Time stops when you are in despair.
What would have it been like looking into my own bloodshot eyes?
I somewhat wished I could have known.
Did the people see it? The horror I can see through my eyes?
They say that the eyes are the windows to your soul.
If that is so, did they have a peek at mine?
Did they get a glimpse of my soul? Did they find it broken? Shattered?
Or is the windows to my soul the one that is shattered that they can easily see not the reflection, but my soul itself. Engulfed by despair, transformed into despair itself, dripping out my eye sockets like a ghastly eerie ooze.
When you take away a man's freedom, you take away his future. If you take away a man's future, you take away his life. What thus remains is only death.
Will I find freedom in death?
I remember something in the bible that goes somewhat like, "If you are a slave in this life, in the afterlife you shall be free. If you are miserable in this life, in the afterlife you shall be happy".
I ask the question again. Will I find freedom from despair in deatth? Will I find joy?
I ask these because in times of despair, the question of Life and Death comes seeking answers. Rest assured, dear reader, that I will not kill myself. I am merely following the steps that people in despair go through, which are:
1. The Impact, where the cause is initially known and where time stops.
2. Denial, Regret, Blame
3. The emptiness
4. The question of life and death
5. More emptiness
I am not a professional, I am not an expert. I know despair, but not that well. Perhaps thinking that I do was a mistake.
I used to think that I know despair like a lover, always ever present. Keeping me awake at night, cuddling me in my sleep, greets me when I wake, accompanies me when I eat.
I used to think I knew all her moves. I never believed she can bring anything new in bed. I was wrong,she just did. And I sit here, awake at this hour, relishing the bitter ecstacy of our previous intercourse. A climax that lasted an entire day, two and a half years in the making.
I would like to end by giving you a couple of excerpts from the song, Welcome To The Black Parade
"He said son, when you grow up, would you be the savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned? Will You defeat them, your demons and all the nonbelievers?"
"A world that send you reeling from decimated dreams. Your misery and hate will kill us all. So paint it black and take it back let's shout it loud and clear".
"We'll carry on, We'll carry on"
What would have it been like looking into my own bloodshot eyes?
I somewhat wished I could have known.
Did the people see it? The horror I can see through my eyes?
They say that the eyes are the windows to your soul.
If that is so, did they have a peek at mine?
Did they get a glimpse of my soul? Did they find it broken? Shattered?
Or is the windows to my soul the one that is shattered that they can easily see not the reflection, but my soul itself. Engulfed by despair, transformed into despair itself, dripping out my eye sockets like a ghastly eerie ooze.
When you take away a man's freedom, you take away his future. If you take away a man's future, you take away his life. What thus remains is only death.
Will I find freedom in death?
I remember something in the bible that goes somewhat like, "If you are a slave in this life, in the afterlife you shall be free. If you are miserable in this life, in the afterlife you shall be happy".
I ask the question again. Will I find freedom from despair in deatth? Will I find joy?
I ask these because in times of despair, the question of Life and Death comes seeking answers. Rest assured, dear reader, that I will not kill myself. I am merely following the steps that people in despair go through, which are:
1. The Impact, where the cause is initially known and where time stops.
2. Denial, Regret, Blame
3. The emptiness
4. The question of life and death
5. More emptiness
I am not a professional, I am not an expert. I know despair, but not that well. Perhaps thinking that I do was a mistake.
I used to think that I know despair like a lover, always ever present. Keeping me awake at night, cuddling me in my sleep, greets me when I wake, accompanies me when I eat.
I used to think I knew all her moves. I never believed she can bring anything new in bed. I was wrong,she just did. And I sit here, awake at this hour, relishing the bitter ecstacy of our previous intercourse. A climax that lasted an entire day, two and a half years in the making.
I would like to end by giving you a couple of excerpts from the song, Welcome To The Black Parade
"He said son, when you grow up, would you be the savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned? Will You defeat them, your demons and all the nonbelievers?"
"A world that send you reeling from decimated dreams. Your misery and hate will kill us all. So paint it black and take it back let's shout it loud and clear".
"We'll carry on, We'll carry on"
Monday, September 27, 2010
A Past, A Mother, A Child, A Hope, A Happy Ever After
MOTHER: Oh, sweet child, lay your head, rest
In mother's soft, cozy breast
Oh, tell me, what's the matter?
Who has made you cry? Somber?
CHILD: No one likes me mother dear
They avoid me, ran in fear
I try to be friends, I do
Oh, but no one let's me to
They say it's because of you
A filthy woman, a whore
And I was born out of bore
MOTHER: Oh, don't listen to them child
So what if I'm filthy? Defiled?
Does that change my love for you?
Does that make my love less true?
My love, is all that matters
Like those great city rivers
No matter what state I'm in
Full of filth, muck, I may be
Or clear as water could be
I hold my head high and grin
I have you, my child, my sweet
My heart continues to beat
For you, in you, I found light
In a life darker than night
You are my only treasure
My sole joy, my sole pleasure
In you I found love, peace, hope
An accident you may be
Best thing that happened to me
I changed much as one could change
Like a dog healing from mange
To give you a better life
One free of fucks, drugs and strife
NARRATOR: Upon hearing this, the child
Sat down and uttered so mild
I love you mother, I do
I don't care if those were true
All that matters is that you
Love me with all heart and soul
The child sat, hugged the mother
A kiss replied the latter
As they wipped the rolling tears
And their sorrow changed to cheers
As the sun sets and moon dawns
In a town that never sleeps
The two ready for supper
And happy ever after
In mother's soft, cozy breast
Oh, tell me, what's the matter?
Who has made you cry? Somber?
CHILD: No one likes me mother dear
They avoid me, ran in fear
I try to be friends, I do
Oh, but no one let's me to
They say it's because of you
A filthy woman, a whore
And I was born out of bore
MOTHER: Oh, don't listen to them child
So what if I'm filthy? Defiled?
Does that change my love for you?
Does that make my love less true?
My love, is all that matters
Like those great city rivers
No matter what state I'm in
Full of filth, muck, I may be
Or clear as water could be
I hold my head high and grin
I have you, my child, my sweet
My heart continues to beat
For you, in you, I found light
In a life darker than night
You are my only treasure
My sole joy, my sole pleasure
In you I found love, peace, hope
An accident you may be
Best thing that happened to me
I changed much as one could change
Like a dog healing from mange
To give you a better life
One free of fucks, drugs and strife
NARRATOR: Upon hearing this, the child
Sat down and uttered so mild
I love you mother, I do
I don't care if those were true
All that matters is that you
Love me with all heart and soul
The child sat, hugged the mother
A kiss replied the latter
As they wipped the rolling tears
And their sorrow changed to cheers
As the sun sets and moon dawns
In a town that never sleeps
The two ready for supper
And happy ever after
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