The pen is mightier than the sword

I write this with all the respect due to one of our brave heroes, Andres Bonifacio:)

My battles are of all sorts. In fairness, they all make me laugh at some point. And they're not as bloody as you think they are. Internal hemorrhage anyone? he he he

I am not very fond of violence and I'm not planning on waging a war soon with anyone but here are some pointers I was forcefed with just recently. *smirk* Battles and war are not all about enemies, you know.

1)Keep *** close
2)Make sure the empty seat beside you will give *** a view of your best landscape
3)Always bring an extra pen
4)Smile

Keep all of these in mind. Power will be yours.
Kahit kathang isip lang

Char!

look alikes daw...

Only with this dyosa

In solidarity with the Task Force Mapalad farmers on hunger strike early this year, my boss and some of my officemates went to DAR and brought a couple of jugs of water.

I was looking at the pictures of a slain farmer-leader posted within the makeshift tent when I felt someone's eyes on me.

I turned around and there she was, my new catastrophe.

I had no chance of running...

No hope of escape...

It was meant to be...

A Catastrophe

Simply Fabulous

Shimmering Splendid

The following are quotes from the movie Stardust ...

(Based on Neil Gaiman's book ,which I read while having my monthly dose of foot spa at a friend's beauty salon back when the world was a lot more glittery) TOO MUCH INFORMATION!

Those in red are the products of the repressed scriptwriter in me

What do stars do best?
GLOW

But... No star can shine with a broken heart

And finally, No MAN can live forever without the heart of a star

Therefore, only a WOMAN can live forever.
Bwehehe....

Why do I not prefer younger women?
MICHELLE PFEIFFER

The Ultimate Answer

When people ask me questions like these:

1) Why are you working for an NGO?
2) Why fight for what is right, we believe in what you say anyway, isn't that enough?
3) Why stay in that hell of a place called law school?
4) Why, why, why?

I don't actually burst into this song, I try to deliver the lines as flatly as possible [there's really no difference, come to think of;)] This is my standard answer:

If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we're all ok
And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful and useless in times like these
I won't be made useless I won't be idled with despair
I'll gather myself around my faith for light does the darkness most fear

My hands are small, I know, but they're not yours, they are my own but they're not yours, they are my own and I am never broken

Poverty stole your golden shoes
but it didn't steal your laughter
And heartache came to visit me but i knew it wasn't ever after
We will fight, not out of spite for someone must stand up for what's right
'cause where there's a man who has no voice there ours shall go singing

In the end only kindness matters In the end only kindness matters

I will get down on my knees, and I will pray I will get down on my knees, and I will pray I will get down on my knees, and I will pray

We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's mind
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's heart
We are God's eyes
We are God's hands
We are God's eyes

Moments

straight from another blog address...

There are moments when I would suddenly have an epiphany or a moment of enlightenment. You can also call them moments of sheer brilliance -- when I can effortlessly blend the power of the mind, heart and whatever part of the body is associated with hilarity. These moments are truly wonderful.

This is not one of them...

Oh, but I still feel wonderful

Why?

1) For the first time, I'm giving away a little bit of myself in an article I would usually write in my more active blog and not here in my friendster blog. You have to know me better the way I do, to understand the significance of this. But since I WONT even TRY to understand myself, I advise that you don't. hehe.

Borrowing miguel's "borrowed words", If you don't know ME by now, then you don't know ME.

2) I am so many things and I can understand if you judge me this way or that. A box is not something I fancy

3) This moment still feels wonderful because the "I"s in the first paragraph were replaced by "they" and "we".

What can be more wonderful than that?

Rock bottom

Mahal kita. Kung ganun lang sana kasimple

Ang buhay sana lahat masaya

Walang lungkot habang katabi kita

Sa umaga't gabi ikaw masaya

Ano mang oras na hindi nakokonsensya

Nakakasakit ng iba dahil mahal kita

Kaya kelangang tiisin na di talaga tayo pwede

Sa isa't isa bawal ang pagtitinginan

May nagmamay-ari na sayo kaya paalam na

Ngunit di makakalimutan sayang nadama

Mula sa pagmamahal ko sayo

Na di nasuklian.

Di masusuklian kasi may mahal ka ng iba

Mahal

Mahal ang pag-ibig

kabaliwang pag-ibig

Bakit hindi na lang iba

Sui Generis

My two favorite actresses.
Take note: Actresses not Stars

Treat

I thought that for the nth time, my MONDAY failed me again.
There is truth in Cindy Lauper's song you know. Or I'm just a very attractive individual, all sorts of things are drawn to me including the undesirables. You have to be a little bit more imaginative to achieve full comprehension when you're reading blogs like mine. Har har

Cutting back on my kilometric introductions, let me just say that for the first time in months, my Monday ended up, WOW.

Check this out. Those who don't, may you have 5 mondays in a week for the next 5 weeks. *evil* Nah

http://www.afterellen.com/people/2007/8/mandanajones#comment-394245

Anggun

Be still my heart :)

dory, why do i love thee?

i love thee in so many levels... :p

Dory Blinking Just Keep Swimming Icons

Hoist the Colours.

how can a les like me not like johnny depp...
if it doesn't make sense to you well... it doesn't make sense to me too.

Who and what i like at the moment
1) Johnny Depp ( uhuh) this is so stating the obvious
2) Geoffrey Rush (capt. barbosa) and his mutinous sense of humor (what, i like playing with words!)
3) Bill Nighy (Davy Jones) and his weird laughter. i can so relate. lol
4) and of course the musical score, especially this:

The king and his men
stole the queen from her bed
and bound her in her bones
The seas be ours and by the powers
Where we will well roam

Yo, ho, haul together
hoist the colors high
heave ho, thieves and beggars
never say we die

Some men have died and some are alive
And others sail on the sea
with He keys to the cage
and the Devil to pay we lay to Fiddler's Green

The bell has been raised
from it's watery grave
do you hear it's sepulchral tone
We are a call to all, pay head the squall
and turn your sail toward home

Chit Chat with Chiching

Chiching says:

Is there something wrong with me? Why do I feel like I am about to commit such utter rubbish?

I was looking at this wonderful piece of art. You see, I would like to think of myself as someone austere. No make it downright boring and not given to anything pleasing to any or all of my five senses.

I smirk and say to myself, well it’s very pretty but I don’t need it. I can do very well without it can’t I?

Days pass and as life would have it, I win a ticket allowing me to once again see this piece of art coupled with a raffle stub which, if I’m lucky will allow me the right to ownership. ( that was quite long)

I feel myself going for it. I take three steps forward. I stop. I remember something and I take two steps back. I hear something in my mind and once again go still. This voice propelled me five steps forward. Now excitement begins to build up over the prospect of having this thing in the palm of my hand. I see wonderful images. All of a sudden, these images turn into something ugly, almost painful. I stumble and force myself to stop yet again. No I don’t want to be a charity case I tell myself. I don’t want this. I go through my customary chats with my conscience.

Maybe I shouldn’t be doing it this way. I don’t really need this! Besides, if I want it I’ll have it through my own resources. Who needs it anyway? I’m happy without it. And if I have them, what then? Just so I can have something to flaunt? Bah! (I can hear my friends chuckling over the familiar lines. So me ei?)

Then it had me thinking, things that won’t really make any sense if put to words but which lead me to this realization -- YOU WANT IT. In fact you want all forms of it. You want it in every possible way. You want it to be made available for you, for things to go in a way that this thing is almost begging you to have it. However, given all these you’ll choose not to have it. The choice NOT to take it, that’s what you want. More importantly the feeling of pain at the thought that you could have had it, not because you wanted it but because it wanted you and you turned away from it.

CHOICE

PAIN

THAT’S WHAT YOU WANT.

RUBBISH?

winterson

PICTURE THESE:

1) A simple chiffon cake coated with plain white vanilla icing. No frills. no flowers. NADA

You're given a slice, you take your fork, tuck in and when you finally feel that small piece of pastry in your mouth you're simply at loss for words. And when I say at loss for words it has nothing to do with the fact that your mouth is full and you've been taught the "proper" table manners.

Later on you find out that this cake was the creation of no other than the confectionery master. THE ONE.


2) One hundred billion neurons which are capable of electrical and chemical communications with tens of thousands of other nerve cells.

This mass which typically weighs 1.5kg is the source of conscious cognitive mind. (Wikipedia) More popularly known as the brain, it is capable of almost anything.

Take it out of the skull and it's vulnerable, unassuming, almost undesirable. Who would want a terrible looking mass like it? Take it away and you're nothing but a vegetable.

Although i have to say vegetables can be more logical that some people. Pichay's campaign vehicle just went past our street. I guess I'll have to take back my vegetable praise.

I wont pretend that I know all about the gazillion authors and their respective novels in this universe. I don't. ( Ask me about hair and hair products, i just might go rant for weeks. No need for honorarium.)

BUT IF YOU ASK ME WHAT I THINK OF JEANETTE WINTERSON AND HER NOVEL ORANGES AREN'T THE ONLY FRUIT, EXPECT AN ANSWER SIMILAR TO THIS BLOG:)

closed gob for once

Obsession, addiction, enchantment, dependence (oh, okay the last one's a bit scary) can't even begin to describe my state of existence when it comes to the most-well developed t.v. series this side of the universe. I just love it when i'm bias!

I've been meaning to do a bit of BAD GIRLS over-sharing here for months now but such is my love for it i'd rather have you see this youtube flick. hekhek

If you've been subjected to my unstoppable and uncorkable gob (let us not be graphic please) you'll definitely know my( effort at) restraint speaks a lot.

BOW

hilariously fantastic!

mapagpatamang pablo neruda :)

Couldn't help but post these.

sonnet III

Bitter love, a violet with its crown
of thorns in a thicket of spiky passions,
spear of sorrow, corolla of rage: how did you come
to conquer my soul? what via delorosa brought you?

Why did you pour your tender fire
so quickly over my life's cool leaves?
Who pointed the way to you? what flower,
what rock, what smoke showed you where I live?

Because the earth shook -it did- that awful night;
then daw filled all the goblets with its wine;
the heavenly sun declared itself;

while inside, a ferocious love wound around
and around me- till it pierced me with its thorns, its sword
slashing a seared road through my heart


sonnet XVII
(excerpts)

I love you as certain things are to be loved,
in secret , between the shadow and the soul
... the plant that never blooms
... lives darkly in my body

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where
I love you straightforwardly without complexities or pride
So I love you because I know no other way