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Friday, 20 April 2007

  • Lost Thoughts

    EG: ...like Love.  How do you know it is LOVE
    ME: I can feel it.
    EG: Then, it is not love because Love is not a feeling.

     

        I sat back and relaxed, smiled and agreed the moment he said that.  But now I'm not sure if I agree. 

        If love is not a feeling what could it be?  Love.  But what is love?

       The idea is there but nobody could immensely grasp it.  Everybody knows and talks about it.  However, no one has profoundly given the most satisfying explanation.  At one point, people agree and then next, they disagree.  Just like reading a philosophical article in which philosophical ideas are presented.  The person reading it nodded to the philosophy being presented [that as if the author is completely right].  However, if another idea has been offered, which is the complete opposite of the first philosophy, the same person has similar reaction: s/he agreed.  How easy can that individual be swayed.

        I have this notion that everything and everyone could not find the absolute truth because there are many truths that can be applied in a single subject.  Two extremely contradicting ideas can be two truths that work for one object.  It works the other way around.  And EG (Earlgent) could be right in saying love is not a feeling.  But I could also be right.  It is. 

        The concept of love interests me but that is not a manifestation that I believe in it.  Being fed up with happy endings and live happily every after kind of love story, I become so idealistic that love always has a good end.  If it is tragic, it could not be LOVE.  So, sorry Shakespeare, I don't like Romeo and Juliet.  And I doubt it if there is TRUE LOVE.  Maybe, it is just like anything else.  Only an IDEA that has never been REAL.

    Currently Reading: Sophie's World by Jostein Gaarder

Monday, 09 April 2007

  • Does Nationality Makes You Less Of A Person?

        Everyone was busy preparing for food but I could no longer move my fingers.  So, I decided to rest in order to regain enough strength.  I headed on the living room and there I found an album on top of the table.  Then, I sat on the sofa took the album and run through its cover and the first two pages.  I noticed that the Totally Spies were on the cover and the color of the album is pink.  I thought it was owned by my little niece.  But when I look at the first page I saw three pictures and three people-- my cousin, uncle and auntie at the airport.  I knew right at that moment that it belongs to my 28-year old cousin and the pictures were taken during their trip to Hong Kong.  I enjoyed browsing the images and laughed upon reading her notes.  It was as if I was reading a fair-tale-comic-book.  But, I decided to stop my 'little pleasure' because there is an empty page.  I thought, those were only the pictures she took on their 3-day stay in Hong Kong.  If it was only me, I could have taken hundreds.  So, I asked, "Are these all the pictures?  Ang konti naman.  Nakakabitin."  My sister answered, "Tingnan mo kaya ng mabuti.  May pictures pa after that."  I smiled and continued my almost-bitin-pleasure. 
     
        After viewing and exploring her wonderful tour to Hong Kong I remembered the overused quote: Picture speaks a thousand words.  I almost believed that they really have the best days of their lives this 2007.  However, I was terribly wrong after listening to the stories of my cousin.  Sure, they had fun but if anyone could only imagine the discrimination they experienced there.  She said that those Chinese are rude and they think that the Filipinos are low-class people.  She cannot understand and speak Chinese but that doesn't make her less intelligent to know that they were being talked.  She narrated many instances: 1)  My uncle thanked the driver after they were dropped at the hotel safely.  But the ill-mannered driver started blabbing in Mandarin with an angry tone.  Also, giving them the hey-I-don't-need-your-thank-you and you-shouldn't-have-taken-a-taxi-if-you-can't-pay kind of look.  The three of them dropped their mouth in surprise.  They were shocked!  My cousin thought, "Thanking doesn't mean we are not going to pay.  You're saying like we won't pay you.  We shouldn't have ridden a cab if we don't have money."  She didn't utter a word, given the awkwardness of the situation.  She grabbed her purse and paid. 2.)  At the Hong Kong airport, the employees welcomed the foreigners gaily.  But when they saw them (knowing they are Filipinos) they gave them a what-are-you-doing-here and maybe you're-going-to-be-a-TNT look.  3.)  Since it was their first time to go to Hong Kong they shopped.  They also bought some food which weren't sold here in the Philippines and rare-delicious-looking-food.  Anyway, they thought it was okay to do some bargaining.  So, they asked nicely if it would be fine to lower the price a bit since they're going to buy more than 10 items of the same product with different colors.  The lady started yelling and taking back the items they selected.  My cousin, paid immediately and walked away holding her breath.  
     
    I couldn't just understand why Filipinos are treated unjustly.  They are being alienated without good reasons.  Though, I know it for a fact that some Filipinos also take advantage (maybe because they are desperate and very poor), it is not right to generalize and treat all of them like inferior beings.  Besides, how can these contemptible Chinese (I don't generalize that's why I put the word contemptible to be specific.  If you are a Chinese but not contemptible so don't get affected) do that?  Some of them are here in the Philippines experiencing luxury, using the Filipinos to make them rich.  They are even drug lords, biggest syndicate, seller of pirated goods, and stealing lands.  But they are given the benefit of the doubt and being treated humanly. 
     
    Go here in the Philippines, you'd encounter people who are rude too (but not as rude as the people in Hong Kong).  Rude in a way that if you're a white they (kids) make a little joke trying to call you a Joe.  So, even if you're dutch you'd be called Joe.  There are also bad people who are going to steal your things.  But I can assure you one thing, a Filipino (also) will come to rescue you.  And will try so hard to speak in a different language (despite appearing like idiots) just to help you.  Moreover, the Filipinos look at any of you like superior beings and they are so willing to serve.  And if they knew that a fellow Filipino took advantage of you, they won't think twice of telling the authority albeit the notion that a countryman is going to be in prison. 
     
    But if any of us, go in your hell place we would be welcomed with hostility and we would receive those discriminating looks.  We would be prejudiced.  And nobody will try to speak in Filipino just to help us understand.  Even if we are being treated unjustly no one is going to help because we are only seen as lost travelers (strangers)!

Friday, 30 March 2007

Monday, 26 March 2007

Saturday, 24 March 2007

  • Things Are Falling to Their Right Places

    I know how determined she is to be fulfilled.  And I am glad that after five long years she is able to claim what she deserves.  I am so proud of her.  Sometimes when I look at myself I know I could never ever do what she has done and I will never be like her.  I aspire to her determination and strength. 
     
    I thought that her silence means apathy and indifference.  But I realize that she only wants harmony.  She definitely knows how to fight whenever she needs to.  She also doesn't want to compete.  It was never her nature to be aggressive.  I remember what Mama told me.  She said, my eldest sister would insist what she wants and I would do the same thing.  On the other hand, Joan (second to the eldest) would remain silent and be grateful on whatever she receives.  She doesn't usually complain (though, lately she does).   Actually, she has never opened herself to us, her family.  She has always been secretive.  And I am glad that I have a good radar to be able to know her juicy secrets.  I am not nosy and I wouldn't pry on her just to make her start talking and spilling her issues and sources of happiness.  I would wait and when she's ready to talk I will listen.  I cannot do something but accept the fact that we were brought up like strangers.  We claim that we are close to each other.  And yes, we have heart-to-heart talks but they are only about the family.  Others don't truly matter.   When she had a boyfriend she never dared tell anybody.  But I had confronted her and said that I knew it all along.   Hehe.  Lately, she's beginning to share bits and pieces of her.
     
    There so many things about her that makes her real special.  And she may not hear me say I love you.  This is forever true.  She deserves all the happiness in life.
     
    Congratulations Joan.  Finally, you have your diploma.  Tomorrow, you can taste the sweet fruit of your labor!
     
    Ate pa rin kita kahit Joan lang ang nakasanayan kong tawag sayo. :) 

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  • Mikeymikez
    yeah, I was bummed by that too. but I discovered that it is *really* easy just to copy the post from Tabulas (pictures and all) and then create a new blank post in Xanga. (Control V to paste it) then save it. comes out perfect! I'm also looking at www.flock.com - a "social networking" browser (modif
  • Mikeymikez
    Thanks for adding me and for the birthday wishes! :) See you on Tabulas...