On Humility, Users & Frustrations Item #1

I really hate people who are users, i mean users in their own understanding, nakakainis talaga...I mean everyone's living in a utilitarian world but to some extent we have to manage these people because as everything, every single entity, non-living or living should have a saturation point.

Humility is a measure of breeding. I certainly believe that these is applied to everyone else, that's why up to this constantly changing era, there is still a great barrier between educated or not, rich or poor and for me properly educated and raised and IMproperly educated and raised.

Have anyone been frustrated in their present engagement or relationship. I cannot speak of this because me myself is not involved in a relationship at this point. I don't care how people treat you or how they perceived you. What I really care about is that why are you doing these behind your loveone's back. I think you are just bitter and have regrets with all the "present" that you have. Bakit di ka pa rin tumitigil. We were supposed to be closer as friends but with what you did, everything failed. You had been a great barrier and i think will always be as soon as I am here and you are still frustrated. You think you're great! well, that's what you ONLY think, and i definitely beg to differ in a million ways.

50 days and another stage of my life comes. I want to be antisocial, I want to hate everyone because i believe its very healthy. Everyone wouldn't like it. I know. but like everything else we shouldn't be fixated and be stagnant. Everything else develops rapidly.

countenhear

1,2,3 I was counting lizards on our ceiling
I hear noises from outside
Noises that will be part earth’s horizon
Off as my light went out…everything was hidden on darkness

3,4,5 I was counting advertisements on tv
I hear dogs barking, and cats meowing
The sofa was soft as I was lying
Watching shows that networks do for living

6,7,8 I was counting text messages on my mobile
I hear my keypads being pushed as if they were spelling out
every letter i put in.
The bed was ready to be laid on but i still refuse.

9 and 10 I was counting how many hours have passed and I still think of you
I hear the alarm waking me up and saying a bright morning
but every day that passes, 1-10 would still be 1-10 if only you were right here with me...

....then every number wouldn't be the same

bro/ken hearted

she was my world were all the things are in their right places
she was the one who puts glimmer in my eyes,
she was the panacea for a lifelong of unbearable venom
she was the missing piece in my life's puzzle

one day i realized that such move can be risky
risky that it can break us apart,
apart where hatred and pain are sandwiched by life's destiny
destiny, yes destiny that is not for us, but for her to someone else

if ever i knew that things would happen this way
then, i should've waited longer, where everything else were ripe
ripe, where it can be picked and be enjoyed by two
the two whom equality of love and comfort will be a commitment

every woman i see, i see her in their faces
a face that i know will remain up to my deathbed
remain not only because of love but more of pain and disappointment
pain and disappointment that will remain as scars in my mind

now i see she's in cloud 9, in someone else's hands
dynamites keep on exploding up in my mind down to my heart
the reason for living is not anymore important
important, because time is too short, and the venom is engulfing my whole body

maybe there is a reason , yes it's a reason why we both didn't became as one
the reason i do not know...maybe were just two opposite poles that do not collide
or there is something in me that doesn't satisfy her, or is there really more to life
more to life that she looks for, that more to life that she found with someone else,
and not with me.

No to BNPP! Yes to Renewable Energy!

One photo shown during the exhibit

During the lighting of about 2,000 candles that spells out NO NUKES in protest to the re-operationalization of the BNPP

JC & I After the candle-lighting vigil

An expectator duing the exhibit

Goal for everyone was to light a candle.
First, for the victims of the Chernobyl disaster
second to protest against the BNPP

Jc & I wento to attend the Green Cafe organized by Greenpeace, since I was a supporter for some years now, I did not hesistate to attend this one. Since the news of the re-operationalization idea of BNPP (Bataan Nuclear Power Plant) being proposed in Congress came in , I was already against it. Not only being a white elephant for some years now. It is also a reflection of an ambitious and corruption driven regime with all these years that had gone by it's ability to be safe would still be a question.

It was a day full of eye-popping information about nuclear energy, the consequences that it entails. The Chernobyl disaster has been an iconic representation of nuclear energy amd its adverse effects to humankind. A short film titled Zero Hour: The Disaster at Chernobyl was presented. The film reconstructed the minute-by-minute events on the morning of April 26, 1986. After which, a short talk was given by Francis dela cruz of Greenpeace regarding the activities the government has been doing to reoperationalize the BNPP. He also pointed out some similarities that happened and might still happen if BNPP will be back into Operations.

After which, we were guided back into the field for the candle lighting vigil for the victims of the Chernobyl disaster and the protest against the BNPP.

For more photos, please visit my multiply site

Spiritual Medicine

We've been to Tagaytay to spend our Holy Thursday & Good Friday away from Manila. (pictures comming soon on multiply) Actually, biglaan lang naman ang lakad. We were supposed to have a retreat pero ayun di na rin naayos ni Daddy, kaya ayun nag church na kami last night.

It has also been quite a while since I blogged about Lent. Pero this year had been very special for me since I never felt this energized about my faith. Quite some times, I really felt that i need to put my spirit to that "spiritual hospital" that i just created for myself. My spirit had been bruised for some time. I need to conduct a "spiritual first-aid" for myself.

That Spiritual first-aid is having the eagerness and urge to go to confession. Nothing equals the feeling of undergoing confession and telling all the things you were sorry for. It has been my habit to go to confession once a week in the Greenbelt church (Ston Nino de Paz). I've been doing this for some months already and I am encouraging everyone to actually do it. I tell you, the feeling is different. Come on! it's like 15-20 minutes to confess and it would give you speedy results.



It's better than spa and any form of exercise to release stress.



It's a good form of communication with that someone we called God.



It's better than C2 and green tea to detoxify your dirty inside.



Lastly, It's a better help for Jesus in the cross, at least the sins he needs to carry would be lesser.



I'm encouraging everyone to go to confession not only this time of lent, but everytime you need one and you need to communicate with God. Please visit your nearby parish to have a spiritual dose of medicine to your brusied spirit.



Have a meaningful weekend everyone! (Btw, the pic was taken during my flight back to Manila last February)