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                                         Bright Eyes

Now and again it seems worse than it is,
but mostly the view is accurate.
You see your breath in the air
as you climb up the stairs to
that coffin you call your apartment.

And you sink in your chair,
brush the snow from your hair
and drink the cold away.

and You are not really sure
what you’re doing this for
but you need something to fill up the days.
A few more hours.

There’s a dream in my brain
that just won’t go away.
It’s been stuck there since it came
a few nights ago

and I’m standing on a bridge
in the town where I lived
as a kid with my mom and my brothers.

And then the bridge disappears
and I’m standing on air
with nothing holding me.
And I hang like a star,
fucking glow in the dark,
for all those starving eyes to see,
like the ones we’ve wished on.

Now I’m confused.
Is this death really you?
Do these dreams have any meaning?

No. No, I think it is more like a ghost
that has been following us both.
Something vague that we’re not seeing,
something more like a feeling.

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Someday I just might be able to understand why things aren’t meant to be… Until then, I could only dream of what could have been.

Have you ever wondered how curiosity killed the cat? — I did.

The same way I wondered why all the stuff in this world are called "stuffs" and how on earth did people arrived at such conclusions!

I guess I’ve always been a bit queer. I couldn’t really fathom the concept of "no beginning and no end." I wanted to know why it has always been said that we were given our own volition, yet are "punished" for not adhering to certain standards. Neither could I embrace the dogma that despite the varying degrees of our "liabilities, defects and pain threshold," we should nonetheless have the same level of frustration tolerance.

Hence, despite my anxiety neurosis, I constantly find myself testing the waters– teasing my so-called fate… resenting life yet cursing death (but really just terrified of the unknown).

Yet after years of searching endlessly for answers (when most of the time I’m not even sure what my question really is) and getting burned, torned, shattered and jaded in the process, I still am as clueless as when I have started. Things have even gotten out of hand upon realizing that thirty shitty and unpredictable years later, I have only gone in circles and managed to accumulate more crap in my life (especially having dealt with more scums than I wanted to handle).

I used to think that with everything life has to offer, all the other rubbish that goes with it is worth it… Now, I’m having doubts. Now I just wish to be free from it all. Just rest. Sleep peacefully. Just stop struggling too hard… Just be still.

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she gropes for reason
in dire attempt to make sense
of the futility of it all

                                                                               

yet numbness
seems to enveloped
her whole being

she stood still
only to see the universe
spinning around

frantically
methodically
priding itself for its sanity

yet she remained still
just watching
just remaining very still

still trying to fathom
unsure whether she is really there
or not

No more talk of darkness,
forget these wide-eyed fears;
I’m here, nothing can harm you,
my words will warm and calm you.
Let me be your freedom,
let daylight dry your tears;
I’m here, with you, beside you,
to guard you and to guide you.

Christine
Say you’ll love me ev’ry waking moment;
turn my head with talk of summertime.
Say you need me with you now and always;
promise me that all you say is true,
that’s all I ask of you.

Raoul
Let me be your shelter,
let me be your light;
you’re safe, no one will find you,
your fears are far behind you.

Christine
All I want is freedom,
a world with no more night;
and you, always beside me,
to hold me and to hide me.

Raoul
Then say you’ll share with me one love, one lifetime;
let me lead you from you solitude.
Say you need me with you, here beside you,
anywhere you go, let me go too,
that’s all I ask of you.

Christine
Say you’ll share with me one love, one lifetime.
Say the word and I will follow you.

Together
Share each day with me, each night, each morning.

Christine
Say you love me…

Raoul
You know I do.

Together
Love me, that’s all I ask of you.

Anywhere you go let me go too

Love me…
that’s all I ask of you.

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Women unable to believe the seeming impossibility of what she had known all along yet would not admit to herself… she could not grasp how he could callously exploit her and other people’s emotions..

and just like that, she had fallen once again.

What is it about men that make them so afraid of confronting their own emotions? — They would get into brawls, perform death-defying stunts, get drunk and stoned like there is no tomorrow and even dare death, himself… Yet when it comes to assessing what they really want and / or acknowledging how they feel, they’d usually go comatose-like, refusing to even blink for fear that the slightest facial twitch would give them in!

An equally infamous response is when they would butter you up and practically agree with virtually everything that you would say or suggest, i.e., “Don’t you think we ought to go to the next level?,” he says, “huh?!?.. well, I think so too.” “But aren’t we moving a bit too fast?,” he says, “Well, I reckon, if you would really consider it, well, yeah, maybe…” “But then we love each other and love should never really be bounded by time nor place, etc. etc…” and he would go, “er, well, uh, absolutely!” “So we would take the plunge?!?” and he would be plunging into the deepest most secluded place he could find so he could once again enjoy his “independent, hassle-free, commitment-free life.”

I have long realized the significant difference in the way men and women communicate. Too often, women would want her man to be sensitive enough to actually be able to “read between the lines” and “feel” her pain and frustrations, albeit her refusal to just spill it out (Now, of course, I’m talking about the initial stage, just before the time she starts elaborating “how she really feels”). Most men, on the other hand, would usually just go, “huh?1? … What did I do now?!?” and silently prays the she passes over stage 1 (the read-between-the-line stage) quickly and proceed to the next phase, hopefully tomorrow or next week or until such time that she forgets why she got all upset in the first place. After all, he does have more important things in his mind: his dinner is getting cold, his beer is getting warm and his favorite team is now playing on ESPN! I mean, you gotta set your priorities, man!

Because of this very insightful learning, I always (well, almost) try to make it a point that I explain myself clearly: how I feel, why I felt it, what I think he feels about the whole thing, its effects on us, what are the possible alternatives or resolution, etc. etc.

Simple, one might think. Yet how many relationships have already collapsed or are now on the verge of extinction because the couples are too preoccupied with their own wants and are too stubborn or narcissistic to admit how they really feel? How many women are now on the brink of schizophrenia from talking to themselves too much? And how many men are still watching TV, drinking their beers and thinking, “dang!… I shouldn’t have eaten the whole chicken?… I wonder if I can eat two whole chicken though? Hmmm, what time is free porn again?!?”

Don’t get me wrong. I’m no man-hater nor did I intend this to be another man-bashing article (the anecdotes are just too good to pass!). I mean, a lot of men are actually quite handy (of course I’m talking about tools and wires and all those other thinga-ma-jings). A lot of men can also be really sweet and spontaneous, i.e., “I was thinking maybe I should do this and that rather than mope around and wait until something better comes along, considering the odds… why just this afternoon blah blah blah… well, what do you think?” And he said, “… I think you are lovely, you are!” I tell you, it’s a sure-fire way to shut her up!

Still, life could have been a lot simpler if men and women would be able to talk on the same level. No pretenses. No assumptions. No sugar-coated promises. No saying YES when what you really want to say is, “the chances of that ever happening is about .00000001 percent.”

So maybe you’d cry and even get hurt really badly once you finally blurt out, “No, I am simply too complacent right now and there is no way I’m gonna pop my protective bubble at this point!” (Now, when I say you might get hurt really badly, I am not exactly ruling out the possibility of “physical pain”) But the good news is that, you will finally become liberated from all the emotional turmoil that has been bugging you for say, 30 years! No more prolonging the pain. It’s over and done with. And after hibernating for 10 years (or seconds, depending on your pain threshold), drinking yourself silly and contemplating on climbing Mt. Everest for a breath of fresh air, you’d finally be able to move on and hopefully avoid the same mistakes you’ve done just 3 minutes ago.

But then again, you never know if it’s going to be an entirely different scenario: you and her, him and you — now on the next level.

So just spill it out. Life can be blissful!!!

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Article published in The Southern Chronicles

I received a mail from my good friend from England, who visited the Philippines just recently. Apparently, he had a good impression of the Philippines, albeit his usual skeptical view of the world in general. This is an excerpt from his letter:

“…Yours is a third world country, but it is so rich in its own culture… When I went back home (UK), I have told everyone that (1) In my opinion, 1 Filipino is worth 10 westerners (2) I have never been so ashamed to be a westerner (the number of Americans I saw who are roughly 70 years old with a young girl who is just about 25 years old) What is that all about?!? It’s like giving a child a key to a Porsche! I also had the great misfortune to learn all about a thing called ”cherry popping” where a young girl who needs to buy food for her brothers, sisters, mum, dad, granddad etc. will go to a club and sell her virginity for 1000pesos ( she gets 500 and the club gets 500). I was so ashamed that people would take advantage of another person like this, but do you know who ALL the customers are? –Westerners…”

I am grateful that he regarded the Filipinos so highly. I could have left it just as that. After all, I am also getting fed up with the negative write-ups and remarks from some of the most racist people from all over the globe who even have the audacity to broadcast their twisted ideas. Yet, I felt that it’s only fair for him to see “both sides of the coin,” hence this was my response to him:

“…Thank you for regarding the Filipinos so highly. Nonetheless, in as much as I would like to patronize your letter, I am objective enough to acknowledge that there are a lot of idiosyncrasies in our culture that are, to a certain degree, as bigoted, manipulative, selfish, egotistical, or even perverted, as with the other cultures of the world.

You have stayed in the Philippines for three weeks. I grew up and lived here for 30 years.

But indeed, we are well known for our hospitality (generally, but not all), more so if you are a westerner. We are likewise keen on putting our best foot forward (being an advocate of “First impression lasts!”). We are polite and courteous and are usually respectful of the elders, particularly if they are not actually “living with us.”

But a lot of us are also bigoted, for regarding the western culture so highly yet belittling our own; for being obsessive of our personal hygiene yet utterly unconcerned of our environment (except if it’s our own property); for being unreasonably insecured and not exerting enough effort to rise above our poverty; for sticking to religious and political practices and traditions which are apparently made to favor those who have started them– those who are in power, are influential or are simply mad.

A lot of us are selfish and self-preoccupied too because most of us would usually just think of ourselves– of our own pain and misery. Most of us have made elaborate plans for 10, 20, 50 years, yet with nothing whatsoever for the betterment of our neighborhood, community, or much more, our country.

Manipulation is not really uncommon here. Yes, we are a third-world country and yes, countless westerners have indeed exploited our “poverty and stupidity.” But a lot of us have also manipulated them into pitying us, loving us, marrying us, feeding us, assuming our “supposed responsibilities” for our families and relatives up to the fourth degree!

There are also different types of Filipinos: There are the capitalists/businessmen, who would also sometimes manipulate and exploit their own kind, in the name of revenue. The corrupt politicians, who hoard the taxpayer’s money so they can use it to sustain their lavish lifestyle, The working class, who each have their ulterior motives — that thing we call “crab mentality,” when we pull down people when we think they’re moving up and we’re still stuck down the pit and so many others who are too lazy or too cowardly to “grow up.”

AS for those 70 year-old geezers marrying 25 year-old lasses, that also happens here, albeit not as common, since only a small percentage of them has enough money and power to do so. But I bet that if you flip the other side of the coin, a lot of those 25 year-old gals are likewise having the time of their lives (except in bed probably) spending their husband’s fortune. Life is a two-way street.

We live in a sick world indeed… Yes, Dave. I am aware of cherry-popping, female circumcision, arranged marriage, pedophilia, incest, of terrorism, activism, fanaticism, idolatry, serial killings, sexual perversion in all its forms (well, almost) and so many other nauseating facts of life. I have read about it. Heard it. Seen it. And to a lesser extent, experienced it.

I do not agree with foreigners who seem to have delusions of grandeur, regarding themselves as the “superior race.” They epitomize bigotry in its highest form. But I also do not regard the Filipinos as inferior OR superior than the rest of the world…. In my previous mail, I have shared with you the winning speech of this young Filipina who spoke of a borderless world — I agree with her. For me, we are all equal, regardless of status, nationality, color, preferences, norms or mores.

I am so happy that you have enjoyed your stay here in the Philippines. I am proud of those Filipinos who made you regard all the Filipinos so highly. I hope you will indeed come back. My regard for you is as high as your regard for those Filipinos whom you have met during your stay here.

I am and I will always be proud to be a Filipino. Nonetheless, I am objective and realistic enough to acknowledge that there are still a lot of things to be done to make this country a better place. I agree with my friend. This is indeed a country that is very rich and culture and resources. But it is still up to all of us Filipinos to decide whether we are going to cultivate it or leave it just as that – “a third-world country which just happens to have a rich culture.”

Published article: The Southern Chronicles

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When we were little, I bet almost everyone, at some point, yearned for that moment when we would finally grow up and be able to do "everything" that we wanted to do. While growing up, we realized that it’s not enough the we just grow taller or bigger –we also have to acquire skills, experiences, appropriate social, emotional and psychological defenses and so on and so forth.

And finally, when most of us have reached that stage, when we think we have already acquired just about everything that we once thought we ought to have (–or at least acknowledged that we’ll just have to do with what we have), more often than not, we ask ourselves, "Is this it?"
Hence, because of the seeming futility of the question, some of us would ironically cling back to the past, when everything is simpler or at least more concrete. Some, on the other hand would just go with the flow. A few braver souls would continue with their quest for the meaning of it all, while the rest would simply fade away and be forgotten.
Such is the irony of life. Each path that we choose will either make us –or break us. Each crossroad –the people we meet along the way, those whom we’ll love and those we have to let go; the things we would stubbornly cling to, the principles that we will fight for and the life we were destined to have as well as we chose to live.
In my life, I have stumbled upon many hurdles, some I chose to flee, but most I opted to confront and conquer.
I have likewise failed and lost miserably in a lot of these fights. At one point, I gave up my faith and contemplated on just giving everything up. But something inside of me, the innately curious and hopeless optimist part of me couldn’t stop romanticizing that perhaps, if I stay a bit longer, something wonderful and beyond everything I’d actually hope for would materialize.
Everyday, I’d still get amaze at the variety of emotions that would confront me. Everyday, I’d still learn something new. Everyday, I would still anticipate what this life would offer me. And although I know, it could be just another series of disappointments and heartaches, when I look around me and think of the people I have loved, am still loving and who have loved me back, the wisdom I have gained, the many experiences that never fail to bring a smile to my lips, the person that I have become as I aged… I know this time, I won’t give up the fight anymore.
And in parting, let me quote a few lines from one very inspirational song:
I’ll be there someday
I can go the distance
I will find my way
If I can be strong
I know every mile
Will be worth my while
When I go the distance
I’ll be right where I belong
They say we only live once. I say that in this one lifetime, we are the ones who choose whether to live –or just fade away.
Published Article: The Southern Chronicle