My Noisy Whisper

At some boring moment hanging on this MYSPACE I got elated to write these words whom I know few would open and read or even none at all. Since I realized that maybe I was the only one reading my blogs then probably I would enjoy it much for I can write some private thoughts that no one could possibly noticed. In such case I would love reading back these words in the future, and analize how stupid I was.

Speaking about my future, well I think I got a few hesitations to predict. How I wish, I could peek some parts of it, so that I can anticipate what to do in the present. Like Forest Gump had to say; "Life is a box of chocolate, you'll never know what you'll gonna get." We all hope to pick the good ones, but it will always on our hands how to pick them. Sometimes we experience the downfall, which gives us a reason to despair and blame, and now came some friends to comfort us and made us realized all the reasons to move on. Good thing we had our friends, they are like a battery charger, they add up energy on us. At some point they are our inspirations because we also learn from each others mistakes, and charged each others battery. This is the mystery on friendship, sometimes it is always easy for us to give advices, but when we ourselves had a problem, it is difficult for us to solve, thus still needs our friends advices. Thank God for creating this word "Friendship".

It's difficult to sail the ocean alone, more to that friendship, will be one special friend that would stay my side from sunrise to the sunset of my life. Whom I could promise in front of God's face that even death can't set apart. That would also give a new generation from our blood. If I would rely on destiny, I'm afraid I can't find one. Sometimes, with weird and funny desparation, I would think, maybe my special girl would stare at the moon some nights, on moments I would also stare at it, but where in the world would be her?

Ok I think I'm done whining to kill my boring moments tonight. I have to sleep now for tomorrow is the new boring day of my life. Goodnight!

God Still Listens

When I wake up this morning, I heard the first Christmas song for this year. A time when God came to earth, to sacrifice for our sins. But everyday people commit sins, will God be coming again to redeem us? I know I am a sinner, who doesn't? I believe everyone. Anyone who is not, can cast a stone on me! just like a passage in the Bible. We are not perfect, and from that imperfections, we all have our way to overcome it. I pray and ask for forgiveness. I don't do any number of memorized prayers, or sacrifices because I don't join in any religion, I am a born Catholic but I came to realize some mistakes having a religion. For me, religions are just organization with a leader that demands it followers what to do, or else these unfaithful devotee will suffer from the ocean of fire called hell, or something that creates fear in you.

I remember when I was in fourth grade, My teacher scolded me for I accidentally break a cheap red jar made of clay. She pinch my stomach, and I still remember how painful it was. After the class I was silently crying fixing my things, preparing to go home. It was a first Friday of the month, so the Church is open for the first friday mass. My teacher had shouted at me, "You should attend the mass and ask God for forgiveness." I was wondering, Why should I ask God for forgiveness? I accidentally break the Jar, I admit that I break it I didn't lie, I can't see any point that I should ask for forgiveness. Having so young mind, I was gullible enough to follow her, she is my teacher, and also I'm afraid that God would hate me.

My point is, religion sometimes is a tool that some people in authority can make use to fear others. Can be use among weak followers. Take a look how religion had influence our history. In the first EDSA revolution in the 1980's, well I was still a toddler that period but as I read it, look how the Cardinal had done to scare the dictator, Ferdinand Marcos, those Nuns flocking the street of EDSA with flowers and rosary, of course Marcos is a Catholic, with too much pressure from them at some point he had to follow these people for they claim they were the messenger from heaven. Also, I realize, the big influence of religion during the Spanish occupation in the Philippines. The works of our national hero Jose P. Rizal is enough to believe these religion's ruthless power, read the Noli Me Tangere and El Filibusterismo. Who is Damaso, and what did he do?

For me, I don't want to be called a Roman Catholic or any religion at all. I am assured of myself that I am a Christian. I believe Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior. I trust God with all my heart, and I know, God listens to my prayer even I don't have religion.

Blood Is Thicker Than Water

This afternoon I received a most childish statement blurt out by someone I would never want to argue with the rest of my life, for they are so special to me.

Last November 1, 2007, we went approximately 98 KM northeast of Iloilo City, to light a candle for my grandmother on my paternal side, in celebration for "All Saints Day". When we arrived at the cemetery, Our relatives had welcomed us, maybe thankful enough for our presence, since we came too far. One of my Aunt suddenly ask me, "How fast can you drive? Can you drive as fast as your cousin?" (her daughter, same age as I am), then I replied, "Well I believe she drives fast." actually I don't even know how she really drives, but on situation such as that, maybe it is much better to be humble, and that's the way I am proud of my self, being modest all the time.

Few days later, I received a news from some of my cousins, they said, she (my fast driver cousin) was texting everybody in the family, that on our way home, back to the City she was able to reach me, somewhere in Zarraga (two towns away from the City we were heading). Bragging, that I even depart 30 minutes ahead from her. So what is her point? I'm not pretty sure, what this is all about. If this is an insult, it's not so venomous to rock my affect. I just laugh about it, what a pity! I can't imagine I got this stupid remarks from my cousin, I don't know how to react exactly, should I be mad? Maybe this was just due to the testosterone I had on my body. Being a man, I think it is an insult if you will be called lame on anything that you do, right? Men are suppose to be stronger than women.

Ok, let me have my Logic: I left at around 4:00 pm, maybe she left 4:30 pm, I arrived at the City 6:00 pm, if you take a bus, you would spend three hours of traveling. I was driving from 70 - 100 kilometers per hour, with some considerations on few poor road quality, and I never ever remember of any vehicle who outruns me. Actually it was me who enjoy overrunning that moment. Not that she hits my ego, but it was her dishonesty that really pissed me off. What a shame! In the first place I never thought that she could get credits from her delusions.

No matter what, she's still my cousin, I should love her and not suppose to hate her. I can give up my ego and all, but not to the point that she should be lying to everybody. I can easily forgive and forget, I don't want to hate, I don't need a sorry either. Like they said; "Blood is Thicker than Water."

Ambivalent Feelings

Call Centers had been the latest fad nowadays. For me it's just a fancy job, In a way it can also help me financially. One time, last Month I hop in, inside a Call Center to apply. That day it wasn't in my plan to search for any part time jobs, I just went to the mall and buy some things, since I passed by a call center office on my way home, I tried to read a banner "The World is Still Hiring" I begun to contemplate for a few seconds. Then I told myself, Hmm well why not give a try, let see how the world really hires hehe! I went inside the office and a lady on her early thirties approach me, (asked me on a perfect American Accent) "Good afternoon Sir, How may I help you?" Then I replied in a little nervous tone (in my mind, ok ok I have to speak the accent the way she does) "Ohh I saw the banner outside, and I was thinking I could join your team." She smiled back saying, "Ok Sir please fill up the information on our computer." I filled all the details on a resume format on their computer system. After I'm done, she reviewed my resume and told me to come back the next day for the interview.

Next Day on the interview, She ask some details about things I placed on my resume, ask me to read loudly a short story, ask me about my weaknesses and so many things the usual interview is done, in the end she told me to wait for the result through email.

Two days after, I received the result: "WE WELCOME YOU TO OUR TEAM!" Oh my God the moment I read it, I don't know if I really have to work in their company, besides I was thinking its a graveyard shift! Which means I will be awake the whole night and be sleeping the whole day. I tried to ask my mom for her opinion, and she really discouraged me to work at the call centers for several reasons, but my mom's opinion had nothing to do with my final decision, Mom also told me to follow what I think is ok for me. The company sent me a Text Message (SMS) to report for the final interview and instructions they will be giving. I had one day to think deeply! Should I work with them or what?

Ok, I blew it! I did not went to the final meeting. I also feel disappointed for what I did, for sure that company would hate me more, because I wasted their time. Oh my God, I feel really stupid.

Six

Tonight I watched a Thai Horror movie titled "Six", it was dubbed into Filipino.
It was really scary and the story was very good. This is about the seven teenagers (six boys and a girl) who went to Penan a place outside Bangkok to challenged some of their friends who doesn't believe in ghost. The story was very twisting. I dont like how the story ends. All six died and the girl "Fai" was left lucky. Fai was actually connected with number six, and her bad luck number. They did not die from the scary ghost at the mansion, but it was on their way to that desolate place, in which in the middle of the story they almost died in accident, and yeah actually they did die from that part... Huh funny! it was all twist and turns.

All the members had a different personality, One of them "Ong" is an astrologist who actually predicted their death through a tarrot card. He was able to read the stars and master the attitude of people through their zodiac signs, well amazing! I wish I had a friend like him haha.

My favorite part of the movie, was when six of them are scattered on different corners of the mansion, they mount a camera to monitor each, and one person "Pat" was stationed to watch them all, each had a head set for communication. The six people were sited inside a circle, on different locations, and should make a simultaneous chant, to call for the ghost. When the ghost starts to appear and scare them , the monitoring cameras begun to shut off, Pat didn't know what to do, he went to each places looking for his friends but they all gone. He heard their voices from a room, Inside the room were six coffins and all of his friends screaming inside each coffin calling for help, then he opened each one, all of them didn't know how they got there. Scary?

The special effects was good, similar to the Filipino horror movies, but not too corny and shallow like some of ours, hehe. This is a horror movie worth watching.

I would like to watch it again, Maybe I could find a DVD copy tomorrow, and hopefully there would be an English subtitle, or perhaps a Tagalog dubbed.

My Lonely Thoughts

"My Lonely Thoughts"

I was thinking of some dirty girls sometimes,
Co'z I get very lonely some nights,
but I guess I need to find what is due to me,
that could be my girl for the rest of my life.

A girl that can love and treasure me.
Who shares ups and down whatever it may be.
For my life would be missing without her.
On my lap and my side, I feel the heaven on her.

Her body and my body be one.
The spirit joins into one.
A night of endless love may take.
Forever joy by the noisy lovers won't break

A dream I always wanted in my life.
but until when I be immortal of a caged dream.
Maybe only if I wakes up, and moves my feet.
To steal some hearts of some Venus beneath.

Una ko nga pag Kinaray-a (My Fist Blog in Local Dialect)

Guin para-paminsar ko ti buhay nga wara guid ko may nabasahan nga Karay-a nga Blog ja sa net. Teh mas mayad guro nga unahan ko dlang.

Una sa tanan kabay pa nga maintindihan nyo ja akon nga Blog. Para sa iban, ang karay-a karadlawan, para kanakon guina pabugal ko gid hay raku akon na man-an ng dialect. Pero para sa mas edukado nga tawo, mas maka intindi tanda kang gina tawag nga Cultural Diversity, kag saludo guid tkon kananda hay kamaan tanda mag pakita kang respito. Kay ang respito amo ra ang pinaka importante sa tanan, labi nagid sa pag intiendihanay kang tanan tanan.

Umpisa tulad siguro, mas mayad pa nga karay-a dlang gamitun ko. Teh pero mas nami man nga ga-ere-englis man ta kis-a ehh. Para kanakon, gapati guid ko nga ang mga dila ka tawo guin himo kag pag buot guid kang guinoo. Tanan unique ahh, Amora nga dapat palang-gaon ta guid ko may ano kita. Kung amo ra ta-o kanaten, teh batonon ta eh.