March272012

VERITAS.

Yesterday, my good friend chose VERITAS to be permanently imprinted on her.  A word familiar to the eye but meaning never truly appreciated. For some odd reason, I saw signs that lead me to fond memories.  With the events that followed after, I then pondered on the concept of truth and acknowledged the value of seeking it.  Otherwise, I wouldn’t have realized how liberating it can be. Imagine that someone betrayed you and chose not to admit their fault.  Even though you have that deep-seated gut feeling screwing up your whole system, as pathetic as it may seem, you want that confirmation. That last bullet. The truth. No matter how much it hurts, the truth is better than hiding beneath the cloak of shame and guilt.  Confessing and admitting your fault shows that you respect that person enough to reward them their peace of mind.  Seems that fear of humiliation almost always undermine dignity.


I  always dream about that day when that someone will look me straight in the eye with pure honesty and submission.  Although, I wonder if anyone is brave enough to do that. I wonder if, anyone can possibly admit that they did you wrong or they have hurt you incessantly.  (Oh, wait. I already did that. Guess it is possible.) I wonder if, after everything has fallen apart, someone would have the b*lls to narrate every single detail, all the bits and pieces, of how everything happened.  I wonder if after that nerve-wracking confrontation, I can finally say “thank you, I am now free”. I wonder if the truth will all be worth it. 


But then again, I should know since I was on the other side before.  I hurt someone too, and felt disgusted by what I have done. I felt sick to my stomach knowing that I have gone behind someone’s back and abused the trust given to me. Fortunately, I came to my senses and finally admitted. The truth hurts but its worth telling.  I believe everyone deserves that.

On hindsight, I have moved on in my own way.  Although, I have seen things without my consent and feel that urge to do stupid things that can potentially back fire, I chose to be quiet and patient. I am now standing on my own two feet and living my life the way I want it to be.  I always try to end my day on a positive note, unaffected by useless anxieties.  That being said, I leave it be, and let the truth find me.

March242012

LAST NIGHT WAS AMAZING. BRO! I WILL NEVER FORGET THAT NIGHT.

March152012

New ground.

“Capricorns engage in an unusual hobby or adventure to break new ground”

I just realized that I do engage in different hobbies or unusual activities outside of my comfort zone and people mistake this as pretentious, as if I’m losing myself. 
March122012

Gravity

Something always brings me back to you.
It never takes too long.
No matter what I say or do I’ll still feel you here ‘til the moment I’m gone.

You hold me without touch.
You keep me without chains.
I never wanted anything so much than to drown in your love and not feel your rain.


Set me free, leave me be. I don’t want to fall another moment into your gravity.
Here I am and I stand so tall, just the way I’m supposed to be.
But you’re on to me and all over me.

You loved me ‘cause I’m fragile.
When I thought that I was strong.
But you touch me for a little while and all my fragile strength is gone.

[CHORUS]

I live here on my knees as I try to make you see that you’re everything I think I need here on the ground.
But you’re neither friend nor foe though I can’t s
“Gravity”
Something always brings me back to you.
It never takes too long.
No matter what I say or do I’ll still feel you here ‘til the moment I’m gone.
You hold me without touch.
You keep me without chains.
I never wanted anything so much than to drown in your love and not feel your rain.
Set me free, leave me be. I don’t want to fall another moment into your gravity.
Here I am and I stand so tall, just the way I’m supposed to be.
But you’re on to me and all over me.
You loved me ‘cause I’m fragile.
When I thought that I was strong.
But you touch me for a little while and all my fragile strength is gone.
I live here on my knees as I try to make you see that you’re everything I think I need here on the ground.
But you’re neither friend nor foe though I can’t seem to let you go.
The one thing that I still know is that you’re keeping me down
You’re on to me, on to me, and all over…
Something always brings me back to you.
It never takes too long.
eem to let you go.
The one thing that I still know is that you’re keeping me down
You’re on to me, on to me, and all over…
Something always brings me back to you.
It never takes too long.

March112012

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March102012

225

I am drifting past this

Wishing it’s towards bliss

Slowly fading, running, running

Running from this shallow feeling

Truth incessantly corrupted by emotions

Friends and lovers don’t understand my renditions

Morphing into a mere-like fiction

In fear that I will love this evolution

My drunken mind speaks of a sober heart

Revealing something pure, hopefully, smart

I suppose this is normal, a natural start

Of a journey filled by my ingenious art

March72012

GET INVOLVED. STOP AT NOTHING. THE WORLD MUST KNOW.

I dare you to stop scrolling through your dashboard. Stop checking your Facebook newsfeed that you’ve already checked two seconds ago. Stop updating your Twitter and seeing what your favorite celebrities are saying. Stop watching funny and nonsense videos on Youtube. Take time to educate yourself to MAKE A DIFFERENCE in this world. This is your chance! WATCH THIS VIDEO.

Let’s make JOSEPH KONY Famous!!!

Who is JOSEPH KONY?

He is THE WORST LIVING CRIMINAL. He abducts children and makes them use guns to kill their own parents. He takes girls and forces them to be sex slaves. He calls his abducted children the Lord’s Resistance Army, AKA the LRA. He has abducted over 30,000 children and forced them to be child soldiers in Central Africa. He remains at large because he is INVISIBLE to the world. FEW know his name, even FEWER know his crimes. WE ARE MAKING HIM FAMOUS! Because when he is, the world will unite against him and demand his arrest.

We can help make a change. We can make a difference.

I feel so inspired. I feel the need to help and make a difference. This has to happen in 2012. We can’t let him go around and keep doing this to children in Central Africa. Let’s make his name known so he can be stopped. HE CAN NO LONGER BE INVISIBLE!

REBLOG IF YOU CARE.

This will not make your blog ugly, please take a moment to reblog and get the word out. SHARE THIS TO EVERYONE! Be a part of something BIG and when they catch this man, you would be able to say.. “I HELPED.”

LET’S START HERE ON TUMBLR.

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March32012

Women’s Month

I decided to write about this particular article on Lualhati Bautista’s Dekada ‘70 not just because its Women’s Month but also because it is a masterpiece too good and controversial to be ignored.  

Dekada ‘70 zeroed in on a very particular character, Amanda, often portrayed in realistic Philippine community.  I felt compelled as to how women during the 70’s condescended not only to their husbands, but to themselves as well. The latter suggesting that the only purpose of a wife, a mother, or simply a woman was to provide service to men.  The struggles of women in both eras share a common ground that remains up until today.  Although women are becoming more active than passive, participative than mahinhin, the female species remain within the confines of a patriarchal society.  

Women who fight to gain real independence in hopes that they may pursue self-worth and self-identity in a dominant male ethos has been depicted in Bautista’s work.  More feminist chronicles must be written and published in order to awaken young minds like me.  

Sad but true… We, women, have a long way to go. Fortunately, the fight for true womanhood has begun.

- MAFRT

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