Just because

“Why do you love me?”

This question must’ve been asked to you by a lover once or twice during your relationship.

More often than not, you find yourself rummaging through your deep consciousness just to find the right words to say.

You’d probably go for, “I love you because you are kind,” or “I love you because we make good conversations, “ or “I love you because of your smile,” or “I love your Greek god like body.”

Tough question when caught off guard, ayt? You find out that no words are enough to describe all the reasons for loving.

We’d usually sum up with one sentence.

“I love you just because. “

For the reason for loving really is almost unfathomable, digging deeper than what our eyes can see. After all, they wouldn’t be able to describe love as “blind” for nothing.

That when we put definitive reasons, like a smile, a laugh, a talent, one’s beauty, we ask, what happens when all of these are gone?

If love rests with such reasons, then it must’ve been a superficial one. That when all these reason fade out, so shall our love.

But for those who cannot find the right reason, when reasons cannot fully quantify nor qualify, then consider yourself blessed amidst the roller coaster ride that love brings. For your love goes beyond what your eyes can see.

Such when teeth shall fall, smile starts to fade, when wrinkles start to show, and muscles start to sag, when memory starts to waver and conversations start to be less NatGeo, and when bodies start to become like Buddha…

You’d still be able to find the same love even with the silence of all the reasons that you thought ignited the love you had.

For all these shall fade out…

But your love shall stay…

So if you’ll ask me why I love you…

I’ll prolly just look into your eyes, coyly smile and say,

“Just because…”

An open letter to Noynoy by F. Sionil José

(Reposted from Chuvaness.com, I just thought to repost to share, I think it's rather important, thanks ate cecile.)

Dear Noynoy,

You are now swamped with suggestions and advice, but just the same, I hope you’ll have time to read what this octogenarian has to say.

You were not my choice in the last election but since our people have spoken, we must now support you and pray that you prevail. But first, I must remind you of the stern reality that your drumbeaters ignore: you have no noble legacy from your forbears. It is now your arduous job to create one yourself in the six years that you will be the single most powerful Filipino. Six years is too short a time — the experience in our part of the world is that it takes at least one generation — 25 years — for a sick nation to recover and prosper. But you can begin that happy process of healing.

Bear in mind that the past weighs heavily on all of us because of the many contradictions in it that we have not resolved, whose resolutions would strengthen us as a nation. This past is now your burden, too. Let us start with the fact that your grandfather collaborated with the Japanese. Your father was deeply aware of this, its stigma, its possibilities. He did not leave any legacy because he did not become president. He was a brilliant and courageous politician. He was an enterprising journalist; he had friends in journalism who can attest to his effulgent vision, who did not profit from his friendship, among them Nestor Mata, Gregorio Brillantes — you may consult them. I cannot say I did not profit — he bought many books from my shop and when he was in Marcos’s prison, your mother brought books from my shop to him.

Forgive me for giving you this unsolicited advice. First, beware of hubris; you are surrounded by panderers who will tell you what is nice to hear. You need to be humble always and heed your conscience. When Caesar was paraded in ancient Rome before the cheering multitudes, there was always a man chanting behind him: “Remember, you are mortal.”

I say to you, remember, the poor — some of them in your own hacienda — will be your ultimate judge.

From your comfortable and privileged cocoon, you know so little of our country and people. Seek the help of the best — and the best do not normally want to work in government and neither will they approach you. You have to seek them.

Be the revolutionary your father wanted to be and don’t be scared or wary of the word “revolution.” It need not be always bloody. EDSA I was not. Your father wanted to destroy the most formidable obstacle to our progress — the Oligarchy to which you and your family belong. To succeed, you have to betray your class. If you cannot smash the oligarchy, at least strive to have their wealth develop this country, that they bring back the billions they stashed abroad. You cannot do this in six years, but you can begin.

Prosecute the crooks. It is difficult, thankless and even dangerous to do this. Your mother did not do it — she did not jail Imelda who was the partner in that conjugal dictatorship that plundered this nation. Watch her children — they were much too young to have participated in that looting but they are heirs to the billions which their parents stashed abroad. Now the Marcoses are on the high road to power, gloating, snickering at our credulity and despicable amnesia.

You know the biggest crooks in and out of government, those powerful smugglers, thieves, tax cheats — all you really need is guts to clobber them. Your father had lots of it — I hope he passed on to you most of it.

And most of all, now that you have the muscle to do it, go after your father’s killers. Blood and duty compel you to do so. Cory was only his wife — you are the anointed and only son. Your regime will be measured by how you resolve this most blatant crime that robbed us of a true leader.

And, finally, your mother. We loved her — she united us in ousting an abominable dictator. But she, too, did not leave a shining legacy for her presidency was a disaster. She announced a revolutionary government but did nothing revolutionary. She promised land reform but did not do it. And most grievous of all — she transformed the EDSA I revolution into a restoration of the oligarchy.

She became president only because her husband was murdered and you became president elect only because your mother died. Still, you are your father’s son and may you now — for the good of this country and people — scale the heights he and your mother never reached.

I am 85 and how I despair over how three generations of our leaders failed! Before I go, please let me see this unhappy country begin to be a much better place than the garbage dump our leaders and people have made it. You can be this long awaited messiah but only if you are brave enough and wise enough to redeem your father’s aborted promise.

Hopefully yours,

F. Sionil Jose

Via Philippine Star

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Random updates and Ne-Yo

I was freaking out the other day already because of my uber toxic schedule. I really thought my it will clear up a bit after April. But after that same month, I was given a new perspective on the word "disappointment". Apparently, April was just the red carpet towards a bigger hall of paper works, meetings, deadlines and a Shrek-like face.

Tomorrow I'll be off to another city for a meeting, I'm hoping to get some RnR after on saturday night though. If I get to meet up with my best bud, we're prolly be in it for a lot of dangerous uhhhmmm adventure LOL. But i doubt since we're with different groups. Oh freedom!!! (kidding)

Now I'm back to blogging randon life stuff, which I think is a sign of stress. Oh well papel, here's a song from Ne-Yo. There's something about the lyrics that makes me remember someone. uyyy issue. :P Side note lang, diba kamukha ni Marie si uhhmmm Maria Ozawa? naisip ko lang. :P

Part of the List

Style of your hair,
shape of your eyes and your nose,
the way you stare
As if you see, right through to my soul,

It's your left hand and the way
that it's not quite as big as your right,
the way you stand in the mirror
before we go out at night,

Our quiet time,
your beautiful mind,

They're a part of the list.
Things that I miss.
Things like your funny little laugh,
the way you smile or the way we kiss.

What I noticed is this:
I come up with
something new, every single time
that I sit and reminisce.

The way you sweet smell
lingers when you leave a room,
(you leave a room)
Stories you tell as we lay
in bed all afternoon.
(all afternoon)

I dreamed you now every night
in my mind is where we meet.
(my mind is where we meet)
and when I'm awake
staring at pictures of you asleep.

Touching your face,
invading you space.

They're a part of the list.
Things that I miss.
Things like your funny little laugh,
the way you smile or the way we kiss.

What I noticed is this:
I come up with
something new, every single time
that I sit and reminisce.

Oooh, and you'll live in my memories forever more I swear.
And you'll live in my memories forever more I swear.

They're a part of the list.
Things that I miss.
Things like your funny little laugh,
the way you smile, or the way we kiss.

What I noticed is this:
I come up with
something new, every single time
that I sit and reminisce.

Road rage to principles

I’ve always told myself that one can never turn a wrong thing right by doing another wrong.

But I never really got around to perfecting this principle.

Just like a couple of times when I got caught (unknowingly) disobeying traffic rules while driving with Ewik (I think I see a pattern here, there’s a B.I. in culprit).

In all those times, I could’ve just let the officer confiscate my license and gone through all those seminars and all those shenanigans just to get my license back. I could’ve wasted a lot of my time, but saved myself from the guilt.

Sometimes I ask, why do I even find myself in such situations? Do I run from them “buwayas” or do I pay them? Or do I just owe up to my mistake and endure all the trouble. I just hope this does not mark me as someone without values (baka mahusgahan na buong pagkatao ko, lol).

Oh shoot.

It sucks to be me.

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BOBOto ako!

http://www.comelec.gov.ph/precinctfinder/precinctfinder.aspx

Boboto ako!

How ironic that the first four letters would mean "stupid" in the local vernacular. Though I really wouldn't be able to go into my country's defense if such a term be branded to us. History can be such a jeering evidence to our misguided decision making... as to whom to give captainship to our sinking boat.

But I'll reserve that topic to my pol-sci/ anthro/ journ blogger friends. Discussing politics is such a tedious task for me.

But now, I would just like put focus on my own town... down south Manila, the city of Paranaque.

Almost a couple of decades back when I transferred from a private school to the local science high school, our campus was situated along with the local municipal school. Books then were on a 1:5 ratio for the usual students, 1:1 for the DOST and the ParSci ones. That was when the actor-turned politician was still Mayor. Walis tingting scandals and some corruption rumors after, my town was then ran by a seemingly nice politician. You'll see much "city beautification" and unecessary stop lights (that a month after ceased working) in the city. During college, I was getting a 10K sem-scholarship that stopped when I got a 2.0 grade in UP. Years later I was told my name was still in the roster, but whoever gets my 10K stipend... was definitely not me.

Almost two decades after HS, I went back to inquire for my brother's enrollment.

Nothing changed. Or morelikely, things must've gotten worse.

So please... Paranaque, no more of the actor turned politician. No more of those excessive spending ones. magisip na tayo pls.

Vote for Aurie and Bset!!!!!

Dear friends,

Minsan lang ako humingi ng favor... I'm asking... no... telling... uhhmm... COMMANDING ya'll to vote aurie and bset in the Happy Soles will Travel To Brazil Contest by Havianas. Click on this link to see the video and vote:
http://www.havaianasphilippines.com/happysolestest/willtravel/p2_profile.php?pid=1

Or watch below:



Kindly share in your blog... THANKS!!!! THANKS!!!!

Also... click on www.imagipod.blogspot.com ... basta.

Aryt? Aryt!!!!!

P.H. (pahabol kwento): hindi po ako kasama sa Brazil kung sakali, so wag nyong isipin na may hidden agenda ako dito. Back story lang, the video was made with a theme of how to make someone happy if anything is possible. The concept given by Aurie was reliving your childhood memories. You'd find the video simple, yet it hits home. Watch the video to see.

Thanks a bunch!

When that someone comes...

Someday, someone will walk into your life

and make you realize why it never

worked out with anyone else.

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Only to realize that that someone

came in too late

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*disclaimer: post dedicated to friend, wag gumawa ng issue, lalo ka na pads.

Qoola is Cool

I have a new hiding place. And since I'm really really busy, I'll just let the pictures do the talking.


"Authentic, all natural, fresh frozen yogurt packed with beneficial cultures.
Lowers cholesterol and improves metabolism.
High in calcium, protien and potassium.
Estimated 100 to 500 millon probiotic cultures per gram, compared to only 1 million for a powdered alternative.
Helps overcome lactose intolerance".

Step 1: Pick your favorite yogurt flavor (Classic, vanilla, wild berry, strawberry)

Step 2: Choose your desired toppings (all sorts of fruits, candy chips, chocolate, gummy bears, nuts, etc.)

You may opt to look into the suggested "theme flavors" displayed.

Step 3: weigh your master piece at the counter and pay the nice lady (price ranges from 100-500, based from cup-bulk experience).

Step 4: Enjoy your yogurt upstairs where green is heaven. I actually like hanging around the second floor area. I personnaly like the color of the place. Minty and cool. A good relax place after a tiring day at work.

Qoola is located at Greenbelt 1 near National Bookstores and the restaurants in Greenbelt 3 (?)

Qoola is love.

Size doesn’t matter

You think a grain of rice is too small? Tell that to an ant.
You think your pillow is too big? Say that to an elephant.

There is no definite big or small. They become only as such, relative to your OWN perception. Just like a story told in the Bible, where an old woman dropped coins as an offering, where others dropped pieces of gold. For most the ones given by the old woman was all too cheap, but it could have been all the treasure she had.

Thus, if a friend comes to you crying over a lost pen, do not brush it all off as something petty. For all you know, the pen could’ve meant the world to him.

Nothing is too small or too big to matter in this world.

Nothing is too important or too trivial as to be ignored.

Look closely.

Big things may come in small packages.

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This is my POInt of view on sizes. New template to come soon… Toilet thoughts up for another upgrade! Weeeeee!