I had a fun time this month.....it's summer here in my place....by the way, I notice I didn't have an entry for this month...well, gotta make it up soon.
we went to tapilon and the beach was so awesome!!!! but the trip was so tiring.
then we went to this MTV concert, it was fun!!!! kitchie nadal and jr. kilat were there. and met some new friends.
then last week, from 17th to 20 May, we went to Leyte, it was such a great vacation, though, I was torn between feeling exhilerated and feeling guilty coz we left our mum at home, almost all alone. but it was till great!!!!
and i can't wait to go to school!!!!
27 May 2005
25 April 2005
short
Three former radicals met and had a drink.
“Do you think we’re fucked up?” John asked Tim while pouring on a glass.
“You can say that. Kinsa may di ba? No one leaves the movement unscathed with its materialist objective conception of history,” Tim replied.
John drank the beer then put the glass down.
“But western thought explores human goodness based on reason, will and the intellect, not on any religion,” he said.
“That’s true. Then it’s not just who are fucked. A lot of people too,” Tim chuckled.
Bert listening to them said, “The world’s changed. The west has a newfound irrationality and subjectivity. That’s why movies like Harry Potter and The Lord of the Rings are such a big hit.”
John poured the glass again with beer, and gave it to Bert.
“You mean there’s a subjective drift in the west?” he asked.
“Yes. The west looks back to its pre-Christina roots in the legend of Merlin he Magician and to the east, as well as to other cultures in search of something beyond cold rationality, Bert explained.
“Me, I’m weary of anything that tries to explain everything. Although I can say I was anchored in Marxism, but I’m no Marxist anymore,” John said.
“You’re being a typical postmodernist. But don’t you know not having a worldview is itself, a worldview?” Tim said looking at John.
“Yes that’s right,” John agreed.
“Me, I’ve decided to be Bisaya,”
The two turned to look at Bert.
“It comes handy as being born one, but unless one decides to be a Bisaya because in all actuality, he already is, he’ll never be one,” Bert went on.
John shook his head and said, “I don’t believe that. I don’t buy that. Seeing he world through a Visayan worldview?”
Tim said, “Let him be John!”
Bert looked at John and said, “You can believe what you want to believe and delude yourself! Look what happened to Che Guevarra. Nahimo na lang fashion icon, so ubiquitous na. Ang hammer and sickle sa puwa nga t-shirt, cool na daw. Di na subversive. You wanna believe in something? Nobody gives a shit anymore!”
Tim interrupted the exchange. “Wait a minute! Kinsa man tong tagay? Kahibawo mo, the problem is, you both think we’re each entitled to each other’s idea of truth. Do you want that? You can have your truth Bert. And you too, John. O, tagsa lang mo’g baso. Iyahay lang ta og tagay. Nganong magtagay pa man ta?”
John calmed down. “Wa man niy bugnaw ang beer.” Gesturing to the waiter, he asked, “Bay, naa pa moy ice?”
“Istorya na lang tag chicks,” Tim suggested.
“Hey what happened to that girl you were seeing?” Bert asked.
“We decided to go our separate ways. Conformist ra kaayo.”
“Anarchist man god ka,” John kidded.
“Di bay, romanticist na siya,” Bert said. And the three broke into boisterous laughter.
“This is all I can say, bay. There’s truth. It’s not relative. There’s love, and it makes all the difference. But it’s a big world. Let’s just feel free to find meaning in our lives and respect others’ own search and their right to it. If you can find a kindred spirit, well and good.” Tim said.
“O, sige, toast na lang ta aning mga botelyang way sulod,” John said, rattling the empty bottles.
Bert took a bottle and said, “Alang sa kasingkasing nga Bisaya!”
“Sa kasingkasing nga bisaya!” Tim and Bert joined in.
“Do you think we’re fucked up?” John asked Tim while pouring on a glass.
“You can say that. Kinsa may di ba? No one leaves the movement unscathed with its materialist objective conception of history,” Tim replied.
John drank the beer then put the glass down.
“But western thought explores human goodness based on reason, will and the intellect, not on any religion,” he said.
“That’s true. Then it’s not just who are fucked. A lot of people too,” Tim chuckled.
Bert listening to them said, “The world’s changed. The west has a newfound irrationality and subjectivity. That’s why movies like Harry Potter and The Lord of the Rings are such a big hit.”
John poured the glass again with beer, and gave it to Bert.
“You mean there’s a subjective drift in the west?” he asked.
“Yes. The west looks back to its pre-Christina roots in the legend of Merlin he Magician and to the east, as well as to other cultures in search of something beyond cold rationality, Bert explained.
“Me, I’m weary of anything that tries to explain everything. Although I can say I was anchored in Marxism, but I’m no Marxist anymore,” John said.
“You’re being a typical postmodernist. But don’t you know not having a worldview is itself, a worldview?” Tim said looking at John.
“Yes that’s right,” John agreed.
“Me, I’ve decided to be Bisaya,”
The two turned to look at Bert.
“It comes handy as being born one, but unless one decides to be a Bisaya because in all actuality, he already is, he’ll never be one,” Bert went on.
John shook his head and said, “I don’t believe that. I don’t buy that. Seeing he world through a Visayan worldview?”
Tim said, “Let him be John!”
Bert looked at John and said, “You can believe what you want to believe and delude yourself! Look what happened to Che Guevarra. Nahimo na lang fashion icon, so ubiquitous na. Ang hammer and sickle sa puwa nga t-shirt, cool na daw. Di na subversive. You wanna believe in something? Nobody gives a shit anymore!”
Tim interrupted the exchange. “Wait a minute! Kinsa man tong tagay? Kahibawo mo, the problem is, you both think we’re each entitled to each other’s idea of truth. Do you want that? You can have your truth Bert. And you too, John. O, tagsa lang mo’g baso. Iyahay lang ta og tagay. Nganong magtagay pa man ta?”
John calmed down. “Wa man niy bugnaw ang beer.” Gesturing to the waiter, he asked, “Bay, naa pa moy ice?”
“Istorya na lang tag chicks,” Tim suggested.
“Hey what happened to that girl you were seeing?” Bert asked.
“We decided to go our separate ways. Conformist ra kaayo.”
“Anarchist man god ka,” John kidded.
“Di bay, romanticist na siya,” Bert said. And the three broke into boisterous laughter.
“This is all I can say, bay. There’s truth. It’s not relative. There’s love, and it makes all the difference. But it’s a big world. Let’s just feel free to find meaning in our lives and respect others’ own search and their right to it. If you can find a kindred spirit, well and good.” Tim said.
“O, sige, toast na lang ta aning mga botelyang way sulod,” John said, rattling the empty bottles.
Bert took a bottle and said, “Alang sa kasingkasing nga Bisaya!”
“Sa kasingkasing nga bisaya!” Tim and Bert joined in.
freak week
19/20 April 2005
HABEMUS PAPAM! We have a Pope, a new Pope, since Pope John Paul II died last 2 April (3 April, Phil time). It’s Joseph Cardinal Ratzinger, the dean of the College of Cardinals, now Pope Benedict XVI. It was such a short conclave, 2 days and 3 elections in all. Ratzinger, or should I say, Pope Benedict XVI looks like a vampire coz he has hollow and dark eyes due to the elections and prior to that, the funeral of the late Pope John Paul II. Hope he’s gonna be okay. He’s 78 years old and speaks 10 languages, imagine that.
Btw, I wrote in Hi5 last 11 April that my life is miserable. Actually, it’s not, I mean my life is not miserable. I don’t have life threatening problems, I’m not depressed at the moment, and I’m not suffering from any illness. Ok, I’m just bored, that’s all. Well, who wouldn’t be bored, with the kind of life that I have. No school, no job, no money, no honey, hehehe ^_^v Haven’t done anything productive ever. Read a few books, though. Echo and Anne of Green Gables series. Btw, my brother failed 5(!) subjects in school, so that means he’ll be retained back to 1st year again, poor kid. What are we going to do with him? He needs guidance, and some tutorials. Nobody has ever been retained in our family yet.
It’s raining outside, thank God. It’s summer, and it’s a scorching 35 degrees outside. That’s why they say that Filipinos are indolent, lazy. Don’t they know it’s the heat, it makes you feel sleepy.
I haven’t written in a long while, since my red notebook that I used for a journal lost. I wonder where it could be. And when was the last time I’ve written anything in it. Hope I get a job. Where’s my life heading? I’ve been asking that question ever since.
21 April
I had a dream before I woke up yesterday, that there were major changes in the world, political I think, world order or something, basta something like that, and I was trying to escape from it. I hid in closets, in stockrooms, restrooms, and abandoned schools and warehouses. My pursuers, those who were in the law, seemed like old and strict schoolteachers, with matching horn-rimmed eyeglasses and tight knots on their heads. Haha, well, what do you expect from a dream, it’s bound to be bizarre.
My dream showed how non-conformist I am. That’s the term my former managers back in Wonders label me. Well, for me, I am just a normal, bored brat with normal, boring clothes, sort of. I wonder why they call me weird. Am I? I mean, I haven’t seen myself from a third-person point of view. It’s just people’s point of views, the way they see me. What do they see in me, anyway?
22 April
I can’t believe it!!! Of all people to be booted out of the American Idol, it was Anwar, our favorite. My sister hasn’t even recovered from it yet. He’s the best among the finalist. Stupid Americans. First, it was Mario, who chose to quit, then Nadia was booted out, now, it’s Anwar. Now, American idol has lost it’s flavor, color and appeal to me. I won’t watch it anymore. And I thought it Anwar would be the next Idol. *sheesh*
And another devastating thing, Man U lost to Everton and Chelsea had a draw with Arsenal. The Arsenal – Chelsea game was boring (I was on ESPN, we have a bad reception with that channel) and uneventful compared to the Everton – Man U game. Well, I don’t watch soccer that often any longer anyway. It’s boring if I watch on teevee. And it will just devastate me. My sister hasn’t recovered from the Everton – Man U lost as well.
HABEMUS PAPAM! We have a Pope, a new Pope, since Pope John Paul II died last 2 April (3 April, Phil time). It’s Joseph Cardinal Ratzinger, the dean of the College of Cardinals, now Pope Benedict XVI. It was such a short conclave, 2 days and 3 elections in all. Ratzinger, or should I say, Pope Benedict XVI looks like a vampire coz he has hollow and dark eyes due to the elections and prior to that, the funeral of the late Pope John Paul II. Hope he’s gonna be okay. He’s 78 years old and speaks 10 languages, imagine that.
Btw, I wrote in Hi5 last 11 April that my life is miserable. Actually, it’s not, I mean my life is not miserable. I don’t have life threatening problems, I’m not depressed at the moment, and I’m not suffering from any illness. Ok, I’m just bored, that’s all. Well, who wouldn’t be bored, with the kind of life that I have. No school, no job, no money, no honey, hehehe ^_^v Haven’t done anything productive ever. Read a few books, though. Echo and Anne of Green Gables series. Btw, my brother failed 5(!) subjects in school, so that means he’ll be retained back to 1st year again, poor kid. What are we going to do with him? He needs guidance, and some tutorials. Nobody has ever been retained in our family yet.
It’s raining outside, thank God. It’s summer, and it’s a scorching 35 degrees outside. That’s why they say that Filipinos are indolent, lazy. Don’t they know it’s the heat, it makes you feel sleepy.
I haven’t written in a long while, since my red notebook that I used for a journal lost. I wonder where it could be. And when was the last time I’ve written anything in it. Hope I get a job. Where’s my life heading? I’ve been asking that question ever since.
21 April
I had a dream before I woke up yesterday, that there were major changes in the world, political I think, world order or something, basta something like that, and I was trying to escape from it. I hid in closets, in stockrooms, restrooms, and abandoned schools and warehouses. My pursuers, those who were in the law, seemed like old and strict schoolteachers, with matching horn-rimmed eyeglasses and tight knots on their heads. Haha, well, what do you expect from a dream, it’s bound to be bizarre.
My dream showed how non-conformist I am. That’s the term my former managers back in Wonders label me. Well, for me, I am just a normal, bored brat with normal, boring clothes, sort of. I wonder why they call me weird. Am I? I mean, I haven’t seen myself from a third-person point of view. It’s just people’s point of views, the way they see me. What do they see in me, anyway?
22 April
I can’t believe it!!! Of all people to be booted out of the American Idol, it was Anwar, our favorite. My sister hasn’t even recovered from it yet. He’s the best among the finalist. Stupid Americans. First, it was Mario, who chose to quit, then Nadia was booted out, now, it’s Anwar. Now, American idol has lost it’s flavor, color and appeal to me. I won’t watch it anymore. And I thought it Anwar would be the next Idol. *sheesh*
And another devastating thing, Man U lost to Everton and Chelsea had a draw with Arsenal. The Arsenal – Chelsea game was boring (I was on ESPN, we have a bad reception with that channel) and uneventful compared to the Everton – Man U game. Well, I don’t watch soccer that often any longer anyway. It’s boring if I watch on teevee. And it will just devastate me. My sister hasn’t recovered from the Everton – Man U lost as well.
18 April 2005
visit to hell
One day a guy dies and finds himself in hell. As he is wallowing
in despair he has his first meeting with a demon...
Demon: Why so glum?
Guy: What do you think? I'm in hell.
Demon: Hell's not so bad. We actually have a lot of fun down
here... You a drinkin' man?
Guy: Sure, I love to drink.
Demon: Well you're gonna love Mondays then. On Mondays that's all
we do is drink. Whiskey, tequila, Guinness, wine coolers,... we
drink till we throw up and then we drink some more!
Guy: Gee that sounds great.
Demon: You a smoker?
Guy: You better believe it!
Demon: All right! You're gonna love Tuesdays. We get the finest
cigars from all over the world and smoke our lungs out! If you
get cancer no biggie --you're already dead, remember?
Guy: Wow...that's.... awesome!
Demon: I bet you like to gamble.
Guy: Why yes, as a matter of fact I do.
Demon: Cause Wednesday you can gamble all you want. Craps,
Blackjack, Roulette, Poker, Slots, whatever... If you go
Bankrupt...well you're dead anyhow.
Demon: You into drugs?
Guy: Are you kidding? Love drugs! You don't mean...
Demon: That's right! Thursday is drug day. Help yourself to a
great big bowl of crack. Or smack. Smoke a doobie the size of a
submarine. You can do all the drugs you want and if ya overdose .
. . that's right you're dead - who cares!
Guy: Wow! I never realized Hell was such a swinging' place!
Demon: You gay?
Guy: No.....
Demon: Ooooh, then you're gonna hate Fridays.
in despair he has his first meeting with a demon...
Demon: Why so glum?
Guy: What do you think? I'm in hell.
Demon: Hell's not so bad. We actually have a lot of fun down
here... You a drinkin' man?
Guy: Sure, I love to drink.
Demon: Well you're gonna love Mondays then. On Mondays that's all
we do is drink. Whiskey, tequila, Guinness, wine coolers,... we
drink till we throw up and then we drink some more!
Guy: Gee that sounds great.
Demon: You a smoker?
Guy: You better believe it!
Demon: All right! You're gonna love Tuesdays. We get the finest
cigars from all over the world and smoke our lungs out! If you
get cancer no biggie --you're already dead, remember?
Guy: Wow...that's.... awesome!
Demon: I bet you like to gamble.
Guy: Why yes, as a matter of fact I do.
Demon: Cause Wednesday you can gamble all you want. Craps,
Blackjack, Roulette, Poker, Slots, whatever... If you go
Bankrupt...well you're dead anyhow.
Demon: You into drugs?
Guy: Are you kidding? Love drugs! You don't mean...
Demon: That's right! Thursday is drug day. Help yourself to a
great big bowl of crack. Or smack. Smoke a doobie the size of a
submarine. You can do all the drugs you want and if ya overdose .
. . that's right you're dead - who cares!
Guy: Wow! I never realized Hell was such a swinging' place!
Demon: You gay?
Guy: No.....
Demon: Ooooh, then you're gonna hate Fridays.
27 March 2005
holy week....
good friday...
i wrote something last good friday....something happened when i tried to publish it.
easter sunday....
well....lent and holy week has ended. i'm not that online often. but this is my second log-in of the day, coz i forgot to do the things i was supposed to do, blasted chat. i wanted to write a lot of things, but i kinda forgot. my thoughts for the holy week is lost. too bad i can't be online often. i should get a job first. no school, no job, no money, no honey...sheesh.
i wrote something last good friday....something happened when i tried to publish it.
easter sunday....
well....lent and holy week has ended. i'm not that online often. but this is my second log-in of the day, coz i forgot to do the things i was supposed to do, blasted chat. i wanted to write a lot of things, but i kinda forgot. my thoughts for the holy week is lost. too bad i can't be online often. i should get a job first. no school, no job, no money, no honey...sheesh.
25 March 2005
the holy week
well...it's the holy week....i'm not supposed to be online right now, to commemorate jesus' passion...but i miss the internet already.
i'm rarely online...that's because i don't have work, not going to school....hence, no money.
i went to toledo last 17-20 March for the Local World Youth Day...and it was fun, except for pompous ass priest.
well.....dunno what else to write.
till...next time...happy easter in advance!!!!
i'm rarely online...that's because i don't have work, not going to school....hence, no money.
i went to toledo last 17-20 March for the Local World Youth Day...and it was fun, except for pompous ass priest.
well.....dunno what else to write.
till...next time...happy easter in advance!!!!
22 March 2005
What is Hell?
There is hell, but it not what we think, and we do not experience it for the reasons we have been given.
It is the experience of the worst possible outcome of our choices, decisions and creations. It is the natural consequence of any thought which denies God, or says no to Who We Are in relationship to God.
It is the pain we suffer through wrong thinking. Yet even the term “wrong thinking” is a misnomer, because there is no such thing as that which is wrong.
Hell is the opposite of joy. It is the unfulfillment. It is knowing Who and What We Are, and failing to experience that. It is being less. That is hell, and there is none greater for our soul.
Hell does not exist as this place we have fantasized, where we burn in some everlasting fire (such a waste of oxygen), or exist in some state of everlasting torment (that’s what I believe). What purpose could God have in that? Wouldn’t it be simplier if He just dispose us, with the snap of a finger?
It is the experience of the worst possible outcome of our choices, decisions and creations. It is the natural consequence of any thought which denies God, or says no to Who We Are in relationship to God.
It is the pain we suffer through wrong thinking. Yet even the term “wrong thinking” is a misnomer, because there is no such thing as that which is wrong.
Hell is the opposite of joy. It is the unfulfillment. It is knowing Who and What We Are, and failing to experience that. It is being less. That is hell, and there is none greater for our soul.
Hell does not exist as this place we have fantasized, where we burn in some everlasting fire (such a waste of oxygen), or exist in some state of everlasting torment (that’s what I believe). What purpose could God have in that? Wouldn’t it be simplier if He just dispose us, with the snap of a finger?
14 March 2005
A life in Hell
Hell is not a place. It's failing what you're suppose to be, who you are.
okay, enough of this rumblings. what's a blog's purpose in one's life? hehehe...how come i have a blog? dunno what came into my mind. this is just a trial. expect the unexpected.
okay, enough of this rumblings. what's a blog's purpose in one's life? hehehe...how come i have a blog? dunno what came into my mind. this is just a trial. expect the unexpected.
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