Pagsintang Pururot

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Kumusta, lalaking nasa 5B

Ang kulay niya’y maputi

At cute din ngumiti

At higit sa lahat pogi

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Ikaw ba’y napa-flatter?

Well, beauty is in the eye of the beholder

Pero sa’kin, beauty is within

Pero sa totoo lang cute ka pa rin sa ‘kin

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Hindi naman siguro masama

Kung ginawan kita ng tula

Isipin mo na lang na may girl na sa’yoy nag-aadmire

Kaya naman sya sa’yoy  na-iinspire

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Siguro ay may GF ka na

Dahil halata naman sa iyong mukha

Kaya wag kang mag-alala

Hindi kita aagawin sa kanya

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Alam kong mahilig ka sa magaganda

Kaya wala akong maiharap na mukha

Kaya sa pamamagitan nitong tula

Nailabas kong ako’y may pagsintang pururot pala

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Ngunit ito’y simpleng paghanga lang

At ito’y hanggang doon lamang

At ‘di na aabot pa sa love

Dahil hindi pa panahon para ako’y ma-in love

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Salamat dahil iyong binasa

Kahit ako’y ‘di mo kilala

Kahit na sa utak ay may dating

At mukhang ako’y napa-praning

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Kung sa iyong palagay ang gawa ko’y pang-trash can

At pang-siga sa iyong bakuran

Ikaw na lamang ang bahalang mag-desisyon

Kung ito ba’y itatago o tuluyan mo nang itatapon

Mga high schoolers talaga. Pero honestly I miss being one hehehe, especially those times when your being soooo stupid and immature. hayyy

As much as we fuel our power in this game of life, we sometimes spend much time on repairing the damage that we have incurred along the way. Some of us seek out work, hobbies, and vocations to justify our existence. Sadly, others choose the road of self-centeredness, manipulation, and thievery as vehicles to prove a distorted sense of intellect. I witnessed once on TV a story about a guy cruising a mall, shoplifting. When he approached the checkout counter, the manager went over to him and said, “Hoy! Shoplifter!” His answer was silence. It was discovered though that he was a wealthy guy. The question is, what happened to that man along the way to make him behave so disappointingly? I’m sure you yourself have your testimonies to add to this story. We have all met people like that. Weird.

In our society, the line between stealing and good business decisions can get pretty blurry. In life, it can get really hard sometimes to decide where that decision crosses over from being good business, to thievery, and the acceptability of society with that exchange. What lessons do we learn? Hopefully, ones that can help us tell the difference between the two.

The road of life has stop signs, fast lanes, curves and corners. It’s nice to make stops along the way….the trick is not to leave behind a piece of your soul in doing so. The energy that we use should remain as pure as possible, so that our engines remain clean and that we reach our destination safely.

Ako rin, I made a lot of STUPID mistakes before, and it really has to be in bold letters to express how bad it was. I didn’t steal anything though, but the logic was the same I chose to be a dumbo which I was not, just like the guy above he chose to be a person he was not. I used to blame everything around me then, I blamed everything from the Malacanang to the people around me and even blamed the weather.  But then I realized that mistakes are just feedback of how I do in my life. Everything will just boil down on choices, we just have to read the signs. Drive carefully.

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Aside (R-18 po ito):

When we were in college, two female friends of mine had this little conversation, about giving their hubbies a head. Pops (not her real name) said that she won’t have any hesitation about going down if and only if she really is in love with the person (she also added that both of them should be married by then). Monina (an alias) disagreed with Pops’ idea vehemently (Monina: yuuuuck kaya yon eeeeew!) and told the latter that she won’t do it to anyone even if their already a husband and wife, and EVEN if she loves the “receiver”.

Two years after college both of them married, Monina gave Pops a call.

Monina: Mare! Na-try ko na. Na-bl*w j*b ko John, mare, ang sarap pala. Lalo na sa may bandang itl*g. Hindi ko akalain.

Pops: Mare kinain mo rin yung sinabi mo. KINAIN mo pa si John (hindi totoong pangalan, promise!)

Enjoy!Better late than pregnant.

Behind the clouds are the other clouds.

It’s better to cheat than to repeat!

Do unto others… then run!!!

When all else fails, follow instructions.

To err is human, to errs is humans.

No guts, no glory… no ID, no entry.

Birds of the same feather that prays together… stays together.

Birds of the same feather make a good feather duster. (my personal favorite)

Better late than later.

…No man is an island because time is gold.

When it rains…it floods.

Try and try until you succeed… or else try another.

If you can’t beat them, shoot them.

An apple a day is too expensive.

An apple a day makes seven apples a week. (really expensive)

Birds of the same feather are the same birds.

Do not do unto others what you can’t do.

An apple a day is not an apple a night.

When the cat is away, the mouse is alone.

If others can do it, don’t help.

Tell me who your friends are and I will tell you mine.

Early to bed, early to rise makes you sleepy in the afternoon.

Sira-ulo talaga

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hmmm it has been while since i last updated, im a bit busy these past few days (thank God!). ‘Di bale, i’ll make bawi next week! Enjoy reading!

What love is to us depends on how we define love, and how the ones we love define love. You can’t chose who you “fall in love” with, it just happens. You realize one day, that a person means more to you than your own life. That is when you know that you are in love. Love exists in different forms in different people’s minds. The word love, and its related words, has been created through out the time, but does true love really exist? “True love” is a state of mind, which comes and goes in people. The truth of love is nearly impossible to find, with the odds being about 0.0000000001% of ever finding it, and it’s getting smaller everyday. It isn’t tangible, it isn’t emotion, but it can be a crutch for the weak.

The concept of “true love” is a shelter for those people who believe that without love, there would be no point to life, no hope, no God, no anything. That life could just exist, going forward contrary to these principals. It is obvious that love means many different things to different people and that to each it has a different value. Because of these different values, some people throw the word around meaninglessly because they know it is what someone wants to hear. They say that they love, but with no meaning or substance to back it up, it just becomes a cheap thrill. How is that love? How can people use such a beautiful metaphor to justify these actions, unless it was created as an excuse to commit these actions. That isn’t love. They can use that as an excuse, because that isn’t really love. They use the idea, the theories, and basis of love as an excuse because they are using it in a place of what they are really feeling. That loneliness and that bitterly dependent feeling fill their hearts, but that isn’t really love. Unfortunately in our world, shallowness and this misuse of love are applauded by the troglodytical masses.

Can love truly exist when there are people who accept love at different values? People don’t have to agree on the value and place of love for it to exist, but one object cannot exist in two places at once, without different values. By being perceived as different values it cannot own every plane and mind, meaning that some values are truer than others. Some people can search all of their lives for love never to find it, and yet others can live a lie thinking that they have found it. Love is not what it is because people desire it to be so, and love is not what it is because of our day-to-day human interactions. Love is what it is because of the different ways we imagine love exist. Love and emotions are constant, because they are ruled by instinct; however love and emotions are opposites. They play against each other, but cannot truly exist without each other. Because of this relationship, love can have both a light and a dark side. If love were the most powerful force in the universe, then it would have the power to kill the living.

When you give your heart to a person, thinking that they would never hurt you, only to have them betray you. You are left with an empty feeling, and in a way it does kill a part of you. The side of love with the power to kill makes the people who would use love as an excuse weak. These people use it as an anchor to protect themselves from emotions. Some people will even use it as an excuse to take their own life, trying to escape their pain. This makes love weak, and in turn makes the people who love weak.

This is the power of love, and yet still people take it too lightly. Love has a serious power, which is too often taken for granted. Love has horrid consequences if you do not respect love for what it is to others. It is not always what you think it is, or what you think it should be. Love can take many different forms and can even be deceptive. One thing about love is for sure; once you find it, you never want to lose it. Love is everywhere and in many different forms all around us. Love permeates our thoughts, fills our dreams, controls our actions, but it still has no definite value. Of course, love is different for everyone, and this is what love is to me. No one can tell you what love is to you, because you have to find it for yourself, and define it through your own experiences.

Life Lesson – Lots of energy poured into lots of futile activities usually results in nothing but lots of frustration. And if DO attain your goal, chance are good it’s going to be painful in one way or another. So relax. Grab some chocolate. Find a good book and a comfortable chair. Take a nap. Believe me, a piece of tail isn’t worth so much angst. Thinking it is is just…well…stupid.

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The Prince and the Pee – Jordan (a Japanese spitz of a pal) has at least one redeeming quality. He’s cute. You look at this dog and you see a small bundle of snow white dog full of energy that is endearing – for all of five minutes. Stick around longer than that, and you’ll see other stuff that’s not quite so endearing. Like puddles. The dog is quite a wetter. It doesn’t matter when and where as long as he release himself. A sofa will do. Or a chair. His own sleeping mat. Even our feet. There’s not even pea on the planet big enough to disturb the sleep of this prince. After one of her “episodes”, Jordan will wake, move to another spot, and promptly fall back to sleep. No remorse. No restitution. He is who He is, and he does what he will. As with Mikmik, we love Jordan (btw this spritz parents belonged to us, Jordan’s one of their offsprings). But my pal learned (especially her mom) that it’s up to them to carry a towel or 12 with them and never sit without first checking for wet spots.

Life Lesson – We all have times when we unintentionally mess up. No one likes the wet spots in life, but they happen. You goofed. You know it. They know it. With a swish of your tail and a nod of acknowledgement and apology for wrongs committed, fix what can be fixed with the towel of your good intentions. Then move on to another life moment and don’t look back. Don’t let useless regret become the pea that keeps you from trying again.

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Discriminating Taste – Jag (short for “Jaguar”) is another spitz we’ve given to another family friend. He became the Baby of the family. His head is as big and as solid as a cement block, his body resembles a small tank, and his heart is as soft as a marshmallow. He exudes charm and innocence, and people constantly coo over him. He’s got them all fooled. Beneath his dopey grin is the heart and soul of a connoisseur. Jag is responsible for eating my mom’s kumare’s best underwear, their digital camera, two leather wallets, every pair of genuine leather shoes the kids’ own, and the occasional steak that he pulls off the kitchen counter. But he WON’T eat the 23-year-old maternity panties of my mom’s friend (don’t ask why she still have them; that’ll be another blog entry.). He also chomped their authentic vinyl wallet, any of their buy-one-get-one-free shoes from Divisoria, or the broccoli that was being served with the steak. Jag has his standards, and they won’t be compromised.

Life Lesson – When you’re cute, you can take anything you want and be safe from recrimination. Wait. That may be true, but it’s not the IMPORTANT lesson. The IMPORTANT lesson is that in a world filled with delectable choices, occasionally indulging your taste for quality will usually bring a great deal of satisfaction, if not downright happiness. Go to the four star restaurant rather than McDonalds. Read a piece of literature and let the Purple Passion novel wait for another time. Wear the sexy undies instead of waiting for the “right” occasion. Buy the perfume instead of eternally rubbing your wrist over the sample in Vogue magazine. Go visit your friend instead of picking up the phone. Indulge yourself now and then without regret or harm to others and life will be just a little sweeter.

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Always Leave Them Wanting More – Layka was the matriarch of the family. She was 12 years old, and became a part of our family before we started naming dogs after Japayuki’s aliases. When Layka was not going to be with us for very much longer. Her joints are worn out and cause her pain. She doesn’t see well anymore, and she’s deaf. The cycle of life is drawing to a close for this beloved creature of our heart. She’s given us untold moments of joy and love over the course of her life, and I’d like to think that we’ve given her the same. When Layka finally left us we mourned sincerely and deeply.

Life Lesson – Endings are as inevitable as beginnings. Poets, song writers, philosophers – they’ve all admonished us to live a life that leaves something behind when it’s completed. That something may simply be a smile that warms someone’s heart at the memory of you. But make no mistake; we all leave SOMETHING. We are not islands of solitary existence, but are parts of a whole. More than we care to admit, I think, we have the ability to choose what we leave behind. Choose now. Choose well.

Each year I’m always surprised at the amount of people that I run into who seem to have, sadly, given up their dreams and just pass time doing the mundane, and without realizing it, given up. For some reason along the road of life they have decided that their dream is over, and it’s senseless to continue to try to reach their goals. On the human highway, they have guided their car off the road and into the mud. Once there, rather than try to get back on the road, they have decided to turn off the engine, and wait. All of our lives have value…no dream or goal is too big, and when we decide to quit, we give notice to ourselves and to others that we are just going to sit around and mark the time, until we die….finito (plus the ending credits go up). Doom and gloom, but that is what happens.

I will share with you a story that I’ve got from my email. Natalie Wood, before she passed away, went to Russia to film a documentary on the people of the Soviet Union. At the time, Communism was in full play. As she went about the country, what started to strike her was that she noticed the people under thirty years old seemed alert and energetic, while after thirty, year by year people got heavy, and developed addictions to different types of substances, mostly alcohol. She came to the conclusion that in Russia, at that time, dreams died at the age of thirty. When I was back in my teens, I used to often go over to a particular friend’s house, and one day I noticed that her father was very sad. I said to my friend’s mother, “ba’t para hong ang sad niya?” She said that he’s turning old, and he realized that there are many things he will not be able to accomplish.” My friend’s father, I kid you not, was devastated at turning fifty, and realizing that many of his dreams had not been accomplished by that age…so, I guess he was deciding to just give up…not being aware that perhaps these dreams and goals could still be realized, at sixty, seventy or well beyond. Unfortunately, as we drive along the human highway, there are quite a few vehicles stuck in the mud.

I don’t know about you, but I’ve been stuck in the mud a couple of times. I just decided not to stay there….I got out of my car, found a couple of two by fours, stuck them under the back wheels, rocked the car back and forth, hit the gas, and never looked back! I refused to believe that there was no hope at getting back on the road. If one is stuck in the mud, someone can stop by to give you a hand….just make sure that their intentions are good. Each one of us is unique….and our goals and dreams are priceless. As long as we aim realistically, we can succeed. While there are those who never venture again out of the mud, there are far more who have learned to press onward. The mud can be a curse, or a blessing…how we handle it, we decide.

Onward and upward……

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ie commented on the last post that i’m getting good at this chicken soup thing…. hmm career-in ko nga.

Inside each of us is a comfort zone, a place where peace exists, where calm prevails and the soul can flourish. This center is not influenced by the fluctuations of Life… this part of ourselves sees the “greater picture and purpose” of why we are here. The place where the past. the present, and future are totally understood. It is where we understand that the Purpose of our living is not based upon how many cars or houses or how much cash we own…The center is where true value reigns.

Peace of mind is a weird concept. We can’t buy our way there, but so many until their dying breath, reached for it. Without it we walk around feeling that something is missing. While we walk around the ground, we fall prey to the rules that circle us. Once we enter the center of ourselves, everything makes sense. The center helps us rise above the clouds and see the total picture. Above the clouds is where the air is fresh, the sky is blue……

it is where we can spread our wings….

One with the world, one with our faith, with the universe, One with God.

How do we get there?

Well, if you’re there, you don’t need for me to tell you. If not, find a quiet place, and ask yourself, “Why am I here?” and “How can I leave this world better than when I came?” Because at the end of our days, it’s the love that we gave is the thing we will be remembered for.

Let’s keep a birds eye view here…

So how about if we begin to look at ourselves as one walking computer that needs to be depleted of viruses, spam, and pop-up ads, on a regular basis. Our hard drives and memories need to be updated and our monitors wiped down once in a while. Hey if we can do that for our computers, why can’t we do it for ourselves? For if we are well taken care of, when things tend to lose their rhythm all we have to do is hit the reboot button. Automatically, all of the systems would restart and synchronize. Like I said, if it’s good for the computer, it is just as good for us. Eventually, like the PC, we will wear out. But with a little tender, loving care we may be surprised at how many more hours we can squeeze out of our lives.

So let’s take a look under the microscope of the world around us….why do so many become puzzled and confused about the sights and sounds that engulf their daily lives? As Jesus is known to have said, “I am sending you off as lambs among wolves.” For if we are pure of heart, with good intentions, we are lambs…but lambs can learn to watch for wolves in sheep’s clothing. So what is it? A Good world, with a few taints of Evil? or, an Evil world, where Good must overcome? It can’t be both. When I was younger, I was oh so willing to believe that goodness was fully in control. Yet, each year I become less convinced. Why, you may ask? Well what can be said of a world that in the past 100 years has invented it’s own destruction, embraced promiscuity, practiced genocide, and now, in it’s wisdom, is starting down the road of gene-splicing human beings with animals? So if you’re feeling depressed, or confused about the way of life today, you’re not crazy…..

Hey, enough of the doom and gloom! What can we do to make things a little better and more tolerable? Well for one, we must see things as they are. The day is born Evil, and it is up to us to put our stamp upon it and make it Good. For if Evil is a coward, the Light of Good will make it scour and wilt in it’s glow. The only weapon that Evil has over us is deception, fear, and cover-up. We can’t correct what we don’t see. I recently heard a lecture where a man stated that all that mankind wants is sex, drugs, and riches. He went on to say that many people believe that if they can obtain those three things, their problems will disappear and everything will be nirvana. Yes, we all have to pay our bills, but what’s so funny about Love, Peace and Understanding? Governments all over the world, for many years, have believed that if you throw handfuls of money at a problem, it will disappear….then later we learn how corruption takes hold of that money and the needy never get it. Mankind can truly do heroic deeds, yet why is it so easy for man to swim in a cesspool of manipulation?

I would do all of you a disservice if all I do is talk about the positive and not try to shine a light on what is wrong. How can we correct the mistakes if we refuse to examine them? You’re right…..I, like many, are concerned where we are going, and what the future may hold, but I also have hope that the ship of humanity can be steered to a port of pure water. That can only happen if we see things for what they truly are. I am not crazy, you’re not crazy…we just care.

So there the bird was, freezing to death covered in sh*t. As the sh*t was fresh and hot ,after 5 minutes the bird began to feel warm again ,knowing that he was not going to freeze to death the bird felt happy ,so happy in fact that he began to sing.

Just then along the same path came a cat, the cat heard the sound of the bird singing, and realized that the singing was coming from a pile of sh*t just off the path. The cat walked over to the pile of sh*t, took a scoop off the top and saw the bird sitting there, and promptly ate the bird.

MORALE OF THE STORY
The person who sh*ts on you is not necessarily your enemy.The person who gets you out of the sh*t is not necessarly your friend.

AND MOST IMPORTANT OF ALLWhen you are in the sh*t, keep your big mouth shut