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Saturday, May 28, 2005

Tell Me Where It Hurts by MYMP

Why is that sad look in your eyes
Why are you crying?
(Tell me now)2x
Tell me why you're feelin' this way
I hate to see you so down, oh baby!

Is it your heart
Oh, that's breakin' all in pieces
Makin' you cry
And makin' you feel blue
Is there anythin' that I can do

Why don't you tell me where it hurts now, baby
And I'll do my best to make it better
Yes, I'll do my best to make those tears all go away
Just tell me where it hurts
Now, tell me
And I love you with a love so tender
Oh and if you let me stay I'll love all of the hurt away

Where are all those tears coming from
Why are they falling?
Did somebody, somebody, somebody
Left your heart in the cold
You just need somebody to hold on, baby
(Give me a chance)
To put back all the pieces
Take hold of your heart
Make it just like new
There's so many things that I can do chorus
Is it your heart
Oh, that's breakin' all in pieces
Makin' you cry makin' you feel blue
Is there anythin' that I can do

Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me baby
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
And I'll do my best to make it better
Yes, I'll do my best to make the tears all go away
Just tell me where it hurts
Now, tell me
And I love you with a love so tender
Oh, and if you let me stay
I'll love all of the hurt away

Venus and Adonis by William Shakespeare

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Going to the Gym

Going to the gym is great if time is a given. Your physical strength, endurance and flexibility. After working-out, one feels very light and feels great. All stress is irradicated. I have been going to the gym for already about 2 months, though it is not my first time, excluding the week I was injured, and I want to continue it. I want a sculpted inverted triangle body as they call it. It boosts one's confidence and may look up high, knowinng that you have some muscles to show.
Going to the gym and doing treadmills, crossramp, and bike improves the heart making it strong. This will prove significant for circumstances (i.e. accidents) that WILL happen in the future. Did you know that a healthy heart has a chance of surviving major (take note) surgery by a 100% and a great chance of surviving the respiratory thing (can't remember what they call it). Now that is something I need! Don't believe me, you ougtha watch Discovery Channel more (the "I Survived" series in particular).

Thursday, May 19, 2005

Published on Page G1 of the April 16, 2005 Super! issue of the Philippine Daily Inquirer.

Dear Man About Town,
I'm thinking of becoming a writer and had a few questions. What is it about writing that is important to you? What should I keep in mind? I think you're a good writer, but some of my friends say you're a fluffy. Do you think you're a good writer?

I BECAME a writer the day I understood words without knowing what they meant.
It was the usual afternoon drive home from school, stuck in the sweaty embrace of Metro Manila traffic, when our car air conditioner decided unceremoniously to retire from this world.
Anyone who has lived in this city knows that opening a window does not help, as the heat bouncing off the metal of other vehicles, or rising from the asphalt in wisps of searing vapor, combined with the pollution of a million bad-ideas-on-wheels, negates any illusion of cross-ventilation that one may have had prior to rolling down the window for a whiff of hell.
As my brains began to leak out of my ears, I searched for anything I could
use as a fan, and discovered my driver's copy of Abante folded and wedged between his seat and the handbrake. For those of you who may not know, Abante is a tabloid of magnificent dimension and scope, more a social phenomenon than an actual journalistic device. Within its pages are documented fictions disguised as fact, sex packaged as product, gossip detailed as necessary knowledge, in short, Filipino life as magnified and distorted by our own fantasies and perceptions. I was always a big fan. Today, it was going to be my fan. But one look at the headline, screaming like bloody murder in big, bold, red typeface, set me on a journey that continues to this day.
There are four words in the headline, two of which instantly registered: dalaga, meaning young woman, and sa, a designation of time or place. And yet, despite my ignorance of the other two words (obviously a verb and a noun), an extremely graphic image of what this headline was attempting to communicate crystallized in my head. I still have no conclusive definition for what binoga might be, or where a keps is, but I am almost certain I wouldn't want it happening to anyone I know.

Power of words
Such is the power of words, even the ones we don't fully comprehend, that they are able to communicate despite their static nature, that they are able to resonate through time despite their apparent evanescence. They possess a gravity that will not be denied, pulling meaning and memory towards a center below the surface of understanding, towards a core in each of us so primeval that it antedates the functions of our senses, and instead appeals to emotions without proper names or coherent visuals.
The argument is that a picture is worth a thousand words. This is an understatement because a good picture is worth more than a thousand words. A description of Guernica by Pablo Picasso would never be satisfied by the current limitations of the existing volume of human vocabulary. The same argument exists for sound, or taste, or smell, or touch. All of these kingdoms can never be bordered by words, for even the most gifted writer is but a wandering minstrel traveling through those realms, attempting to express through the human invention of language what is in essence an experience in the sublime.
But on the other hand, what picture could ever faithfully portray a single line, much less the opening rant ("I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness"), of Allen Ginsberg's Howl? Or the solemn vortex of that single most used word in the Bible, Amen? What taste or smell could express the bitter tang of betrayal as painfully as "Frailty, thy name is woman"? And what music (although I concede music does come quite close) could thunder with the same mixture of the sacred and the profane, making one laugh and cringe, with just eight syllables: Dalaga, binoga sa keps?
Futile exercise
The point is that it would be a futile exercise to compare these forms of expression, as they all possess their respective, independent characteristics. But the aspect that separates the written or spoken word, is that it's man's most obvious attempt to segregate himself from the rules of the natural world.
Everything else is governed by the physics of the world we live in, which makes these arts, whether visual, aural, tactile, olfactory or savory, more universal. Of course, our own localized context will influence just how much we can appreciate these things--the polka, while recognized as a form of music, will not be on my iPod anytime soon--but at least they still retain the basic laws of natural reflection, which make them more accessible. There is no such thing as a painting colored by hues never before seen. There is no such thing as music composed of unknown sounds. No chef is going to puke in his goulash and call it a designer dish. We have lived long enough to accept that "new art" is but a combination of known raw materials put together in a different way.
Localized phenomenaWords on the other hand are extremely localized phenomena. The average human being goes through life knowing only a few thousand words, using a fraction of that to survive, and a few hundred of that to get laid. The average celebrity doesn't even need that much. And yet, if we were to collate every word from every language ever spoken throughout history, from the first feeble grunt of a caveman hurling a lime stone to the last feeble curse of an old man ejecting a kidney stone, we would have compiled a dictionary heavier than God's regrets. There are more words in the night sky of human lexicon that there are actual stars to describe them by.
Because they are the most human of all inventions, they are infused with flaws reflexive of our nature, as well as blessed with nuances no other form of expression can achieve.
Words are only as honest as their authors. It is strange that the saying, "a man of his word" has come to reflect a person of integrity when the opposite has just as often been the case. We know too many people who have tainted the authenticity of beautiful words by their own weakness; forever rendering them crippled poems, useless to everybody else. Are not all lovers handicapped by the fact at some point in the past, a former lover once vowed the same exact sweet words, before they so rudely dated your best friend? How do we vote for politicians whose verbal platforms (if they even present any), sound just as noble and visionary as the last person who pilfered our trust? Yes, even the devil can quote from scripture, and sometimes, he even publishes his own.
Words are ambiguous and protean. It is the at once its most appealing and beguiling feature, this languid facet of uncertainty. They can be crafted to fit almost any meaning, intended or otherwise. Think of the first text received after an initial date that goes something along the lines of: "Thx! Had fun." Depending on your level of paranoia or confidence, this could be the start of a fantastic relationship or an impending letdown. So we compound it by sending our own unclear message such as, "Cool. Me, too." Even worse, we then text her best friend in an attempt to unravel this growing knot when she texts back with a stupid smiley face. Thus begins the strange parlor game modern relationships spend most of their time engaged in called Decipher the Hidden Meaning of Three-Word Text Messages. I constantly lose at these things.
Words affect lives. What is a word but the summary of a moment? But if on this moment hinges the history of an individual or a people, then the word is made flesh. Say No to a man proposing marriage and you shall see the effect of a single syllable as it ravages the landscape of his face with the authority of time and space. Vote Yes to a President who later on effects into legislature the end of the world and feel the weight of your contribution towards Armageddon. Say "I love you" to someone when you don't mean it. I dare you. It's worse than my last two examples.
Words belong to everybody. While it would have been special to actually be present when the great speeches were orated, the power of Martin Luther King's "I had a Dream" has not lost any of its majesty when rendered through the lips of someone just as passionate about its message. The reason Christopher Marlowe is still rehashed today is not because of the great costumes, but because of the longevity and reticence of prose done right. While proprietary and correct designation of authorship is necessary in the commercial realm, the beauty of words is that they lose no potency when borrowed for appropriate measure. I have borrowed enough Shakespeare to seduce women; they have borrowed enough Plath to rebuff my advances. While other artworks venerate their originals in guarded institutions, words celebrate their originality by allowing them to spread and replicate, hanging copies in the personal museums of every individual who cares to happen upon them.
Words are in constant evolution. Just like every other form of art, words are alive, suffering from that inconvenient tendency called growth. While the growth of vocabulary appears necessary in light of our expanding experiences, it is not a good thing. We have, like, thousands of existing words in English and yet, we use but a few of these, and still we continue to add to our lexicon. The resulting tangle is contradictory to the main function of language, which is communication. Instead of making things clearer and easier to understand, we end up bogging down the process. We should strive to use effective words, efficient words, and not necessarily new ones.
The responsibility of a writer is to be aware of these properties. A good writer, for me, is trying to say something relevant. Of course, relevance tends to be a purely subjective rationale, so the definition of a good writer differs from reader to reader. Also, a sense of craftsmanship is important, but guided by a social conscience. There are supremely talented people out there who can put together the most astounding phrases with such clarity and symmetry, but unless these wordsmiths accept accountability for the passions they evoke, then they shouldn't be writing.
Do I think I'm a good writer? Hardly. I think I have a loooong way to go before I can reread any of my prior works and not want to change a few paragraphs. But I'm trying. Maybe one day, someone will quote from my works with the same reverence I attribute to the canons of Dylan Thomas, Nick Joaquin or Conrado de Quiros. Until then, I'm hoping I come up with anything near as fascinating as "Dalaga, Binoga sa Keps."

Authorship of Chuck Dy:
Sure you can quote me. Just remember to add the necessary authorship, publication and date. But otherwise, blog away! Used to have a blog, took it down. For reasons I cannot remember. I think because I write everyweek> anyway, I get lazy to blog. oh well...

What I Think of Chuck Dy:
A great writer who writes with humor and sense that very few writers have. A writer who I would like to become. A writer who lead me to pursue writing (though part-time) as a career.
Thanks Chuck Dy! Thanks for letting me post your masterpiece to my blog!

Monday, May 16, 2005

Filipinos, Migrating for Success : Traitors

An issue that has been discused at Y Speak.
So many Filipinos have been planning or have already left their country, wanting to find better future for themselves and for their children (if they have). But as they leave, a lot of Filipinos misjudge them and treat them as traitors and have already betrayed their country.
The thing is, they leave here because they cannot withstand the torture that they are experiencing from the government and the people themselves. They leave here to experience better benefits than what we have (that is, if we have benefits). They leave here to give their children better futures. They leave this country to ensure their safety, not worrying about stupid (some, if not most) SWAT police shooting the innocent with a barrage of bullets. They leave here to experience proper service from the police, firemen, & traffic aids. They leave here to experience the benefits of a 1st world from health to environment. They leave here so that they may develop their full potentials that very few occupations here allow. They leave here so that they may see the fruits of their labor, unlike here wherein they strive and strive without experiencing improvement even though they have sweated out their liver, kidneys, and heart of.
Nowadays, who would not want to leave? I'm sure most Filipinos (and some, the most patriotic) want to leave this hell that we, ourselves have created. I'm sure that most of them feel deep down in their gut telling them incessantly to leave and find a far better place then this country that is already the 2nd most corrupt and the most dangerous place for journalists. Now, we are seldom called the Pearl Of the Orient. Now these are the terms that they call us.
Everything is at our hands and at our choice. Maybe, the reason why you don't want to leave is because you have already been experiencing the best here, but how about those who aren't. Please open your minds and be realistic.
Although, me, myself would not want to leave, options and possibilities to stay are unseen. Factors like the government, the people, my parents, and the school affects my parent's decision to migrate which affects me also.
Please do not call them traitors, not all of them are. Even I plan to go back after studying there and gaining experience from job opportunities there. I plan to help this country in an influenial agenda that shall develop over time. This plan will be more than what I can do if ideas from 1st world countries have helped me formualte a project to help save this country.

Friday, May 13, 2005

What I have learned

I learned that people may be biased and irrational for everything. They will choose you becuase they like you, disregarding everyone else's potentials and inabilities. I learned that sometimes the government is not entirely responsible for the disasters that have been happening now. I learned that people may be cruel and go sipsip for something at their benefit. I learned that life is not always great, one will experience misery. I experienced them in controled dosages of. I have learned that sometimes life is far from being a fairy tale. Life does not always end up happy. Life can sometimes be cruel, sometimes it can be generous, "depends on how you treat her."
I learned that destiny does exist, everything has been precisely planned. From every heartbeat, thought, sufferings, happiness, etc. I learned that even though there are a lot of irritating people here in this realm, there is a lot of ways for them to forge their allegiance and full support at your benefit. I learned how to be a leader (i think) at every aspect and possibility. I have learned how to be a great friend. I have learned to be in touch with my woman side (No, I'm NOT gay, if you'll say that, I'm gonna crush you ) and learning that it is not bad. I have learned that one must wait for love to appear at one's doorstep. Love is full of sufferings. Why? Because "Love tests you and if finds you worthy directs your path." I have learned more about my capabilities and inabilities and methods to fully develop them. I have learned my dreams and direction when a possibility (s) is/are an option. I have learned to accept defeat (really?) if the my rival won in a respectable and honorable way. But if you cheated or won because of a biased decision (I ain't naming names, I'm not saying that most teachers are like this to students who are perpetually sipsip, I ain't naming names), then I ain't playing. My respect will be lost and I will be back for more. I will shove my achievments in your face and prove to them (I ain't naming names) that I did deserve that, if it weren't for your cheating you would not even be able to touch that (pretty cruel, but that is who I am). I have learned to listen to intuition and I have learned to overcome and conquer conflicts in my life. I have learned to be approachable to everyone (including arch foes). Though 3/4 of my friends left me (thanks Keith for this), I just accepted it because I know that destiny (God) wants this for me. Though I have been left with girls as my companions (I repeat I am not gay, if you say that again, I would just leave your clothes and your body as scraps of crap), I saw that girls are more worthy conversationalists than boys who prefers to mostly talk about usual nonsense (oops!). I have learned to swoop down at the level of children to be able for me to teach or tutor them. I have learned more about myself. I have learned to socially interact with different kinds of people (i.e. arrogant, selfish, loving, caring, passionate, intelligent, not-so intelligent, conceited, humble, etc.). I have learned to listen to intuition and trust it greatly.
I have learned that success does not come easy. Hardwork, persistence, perspiration and experience are the usual skills needed to achive such success. I have learned that a lot of people are addicted to improvement just as smokers are addicted to smoking though I do NOT smoke, I just read them at magazines talking about how hard it is to stop smoking. I have learned that most people crave success (including me), and most love attention and rarely lonesome. I have learned that most people are judging someone by their appearance and not what is really inside. I learned that other people are not intelligent and sometimes talk gibberish, useless to the speaker and the listener (if you're mad, I am talking about you). I learned that people are full of dreams but money and other (or influential) people prevent them from such.
Now, I am staring a good relationship with my parents and with most of all, God.
Only God can tell what is in store for myself and for everybody.


I have been unable to properly use my right leg. It feels so heavy that I can't lift it and any pressure placed on the foot would cause excruciating pain to my knee, the source of suffering. I have depended to my upper body (i.e. back, chest, biceps, triceps, shoulders) so that I may go around the house. It was very tiring, difficult and not to mention slow method of going around. Just going up to my bedroom (3rd floor, total of about 30 big steps) would take me 20 minutes that normally takes at just about 3 minutes. I just thank that the gym for the strength that I use is adequate for allowing me mobilization.
Well, if anyone (if someone) is wondering how I even got injured. We (me, father, client) were going to eat lunch at Gerry's grill. The car was parked outside and the 2 were already inside so I ran (clumsy me) and my Right knee just gave up (probably because it's tired from the morning workout ) and caused me turn a 360 further exacerbating the damage. I was unable to stand up and it took 2 men to help me. The day went okay (medyo ika-ika nga lang) until 3:00 struck. The pain was so intense that I was already crying as I asked my father to bring me to a doctor. The X-ray showed no whatsoever damage was done to my knee and the doctor told me that no connections to the foot was damaged meaning that the muscle was just bug-bug. The doctor told me that it will heal at 3 days length.
Even though my muscle was just bug-bug it was really, really hard to stand up. I taught of those that really do not have legs, how do they live. I salute ya'll! :)

Monday, May 09, 2005

Me? Nah! :)


?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ??
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Friday, May 06, 2005

Govenment (isang pangaral)

Do you know where the word government came from? It came from the word "gubernaculum" (I think it's Latin) which means rudder. A rudder is suppose to give direction to a water vehicle, it is supposed to save the boat from certain doom, it is supposed to protect.
Do you think the government is doing any of these? Obviosly not. I don't have evidence but all of you know deep down that it is the obvious that can be presented as the evidence. The proof that even a 6-year-old can see.
It's obvious. E-vat, jueteng, murdering of journalists, drugs, continuous growth of rebels, dropping economy, increasing percentage of the poor, decreasing trust of the people to "them", less available jobs, and a lot attempting immigration.
All of these are the most noticeable evidence that our government is corrupt.
Hope they change before the people could tolerate no more and Edsa will happen once more but a big difference. It will be the most violent revolution of the people and the government ever recorded in human history.

Ay Mali! Ay! Palpak nanaman!

A van recieved a barrage of bullets from a SWAT team (disgusting!). The said SWAT team composed of heavily armed militants gunnned down an innocent family. They reported that a taxi driver told them that the "robbers" used it as their get-away vehicle. The dumb trio believed the driver, and rained bullets to the van. They explained that the van was trying to run away from them that's why they shooted. The man (probably the father) narrated that they were just their at the gasoline station (take note: Gasoline Station) refueling, when three feeling-oh-so-macho militants rained bullets to their innocent van.
Like father, like son, isn't it. Like government, like officials


Okay, enough displaying of these test results. Time to be me again!
Time to write complaints about our government.
Time to write about myself.


You are the number one loner rookie. You don't need others you know it!
You are Saske! The number one loner rookie. You
don't need other people.

The Real Naruto Character Quiz
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You are the number one loner rookie. You don't need others you know it!
You are Saske! The number one loner rookie. You
don't need other people.

The Real Naruto Character Quiz
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You Are a Dreaming Soul
Your vivid emotions and imagination takes you away from this worldSo much so that you tend to live in your head most of the timeYou have great dreams and ambitions that could be the envy of all...But for you, following through with your dreams is a bit difficultYou are charming, endearing, and people tend to love you.Forgiving and tolerant, you see the world through rose colored glasses.Underneath it all, you have a ton of passion that you hide from others.Always hopeful, you tend to expect positive outcomes in your life.

Life Path Number (unusually true)

Your Life Path Number Is 5
5 You are very versatile, adventurous, and progressive. With a 5 life path, you are one of those people who is always striving to find answers to the many questions that life poses. You want to be totally unrestrained, as this is the sign of freedom and independence. You abhor routine and boring work, and you are not very good at staying with everyday tasks that must be finished on time. You are, however, a good communicator, and you know how to motivate people around you, perhaps inclining you to be a teacher of some sort. A love of adventure may dominate your life. This may take the form of mental or physical manifestation, but in either case, you thrill to the chance for exploration and blazing new trails. You are apt to be multi-talented, but just as likely to suffer from some lack of direction, and there is often some confusion surrounding your ambition.On the average, the number 5 personality is rather happy-go-lucky; living for today, and not worrying too much about tomorrow. It is important for you to mix with people of a like mind, and try to avoid those that are too serious and demanding. It is also important for you to find a job that provides thought-provoking tasks rather than routine and redundant responsibilities. You do best dealing with people, but the important thing is that you have the freedom to express yourself at all times. You have an innate ability to think through complex matters and analyze them quickly, but then be off to something new.In the most negative application or use of the 5 energies, you could become very irresponsible in tasks and decisions concerning your home and business life. The total pursuit of sensation and adventure can result in your becoming self-indulgent and totally unaware of the feelings of those around you. In the worse case situations negative 5's are very undependable and self-serving.

Left Brained or Right Brained?

You Are 30% Left Brained, 70% Right Brained
The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning.Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others.If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic.Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet.The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility.Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way.If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art.Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.