Riding the Metal Horse

A cold and cloudy morning welcomed me as I quench my hunger by smelling the newly cooked delicious Pork Adobo. Combining my hair was the last thing I did in our messy living room while watching the morning talk show.

The loud horns were the first thing I heard while waiting for a jeep together with other busy - looking passengers carrying their luggage and briefcases. Smoke was everywhere and people covered their nose.

It was nine in the morning when I took a glance on the watch of a little girl ready for school standing beside me. After a few minutes, red AC jeep with a metal horse placed in the hood stopped in front of us and loaded as much as passengers as it can.

I sat at the far end of the left side at the back near the driver's seat. It was almost full when it started to move. There were five students sitting near the entrance, an old lady in a nursing suit in front of the students, a guy with his big black pack bag in front of me, and some little kids busy checking their bags were sitting next to me. Many paid their fare by passing it from one person to another before the driver.

I looked at the busy street where traffic was heavy. Private cars, public jeepneys, big buses, some motorcycles were building up until the road was crowded.

Not far from where I was a wet market. Some people were shouting, "Palit na mo, barato lang". Some were choosing the fresh vegetables spread on a big sack where people passed by. Beside these busy sellers and buyers were sleeping street children in a connected dirty cartons coverd by tattered and crumpled newspapers. They slept as if they weer apart from the world.

The jeep continued to move. We passed a tall building where people entered and went out, wearing their professional and office attires. They were pleasant to the eyes largely different from the street children that I saw in the market.

I checked my phone and it was almost ten. The jeep was almost empty that I haven't noticed. After a while, I step out of the jeep and walked to the school. Riding the metal horse was great.

Silent Protest

In our country today, knowing the fact that it is democratic ran by a president chosen and elected by the nation, typical sceneries of rallies and protests are portrayed in some common areas. Girls, boys, children and adults join the protest. Protest that shouts and begs for equal treatment of the policies established by ranked individuals in the society.

An ordinary person like me, living in this drastic yet innocent world, has a silent protest within me. Activists are always present in the streets because they always see the wrong, dirty side of the world. They don't see the bright and wonderful side of it. They always contradict the decisions of the leaders instead of supporting it. They always raise their big, small, heavy, and light placards. They always shout, raising their voices to the highest pitch. They make noise barrages, hunger strikes and throw pillboxes. Above all, they are the voice of the people. But can we still consider then as good citizens of the country, good followers and abiders of the law?

Maybe some, such leaders of the activists, but majority of them are yes considered active, active in doing immoralities, and unethical behaviors. They criticize the government of not doing its best to reduce and prevent poverty, but did they do something about it? They always reproduce, and when time comes that they can't support their families anymore, they blame the government. That's what they always do and can only do.

Sometimes I feel that everything is a joke. The government is doing its best to develop the country but people don't see it. They make agreements with other countries that would help us comfortable in any means but people see it as if the government is selling the nation.

The people want the President to be impeached, but do they ever consider that the President has done good for the country, and do they ever think that what if the present president will be impeached and the next person in line could not lessen the problems in the country, will they impeach him and will do the same?

I guess the basic problem that I see now is that there is no unity among Filipinos, they don't support the leader in his or her decisions. These are just my opinions, and democracy will still prevail.

Dueling Diva

One of the great things about MP3 players like iPods and music download services like the iTunes Music Store is how they revive your interest in music -- in fact, not just revive what you already knew and liked, but open the door to the whole slew of other tunes and tunesmiths.

When I got my one gigabyte iPod nano a couple of months ago, I never thought I'd fill it up so fast. One gig is enough for about 180 songs in the .mp3 format, and 180songs are more than a girl like me can count on her fingers.

Music is meant for comfort. We listen to it not to get upset, or angry, or distressed; even the seadness that some music brings it bittersweet, because it reminds us of a past whose chief virtue seems to be, well, it happened.

That's why as soon as got my iPod, I launched into a personal campaign to acquire, digitize, and store every bit of todays music I could get my hands on. (Mp3 players and programs allow you to copy music from CDs and to download music files off the Internet. Please take note that legal restrictions may apply.)

Real Into Phony

Perhaps the graphic depiction of violence and irreverent material in the media and entertainment industry has caused inurement in the minds of youth. Perhaps the technological era we live in has made life so simple that people can be completely egotistic. I have failed to pinpoint an accurate antagonist, but something has caused society to lose some of its grip on reality. Something is making people care less.
It seems that morality and integrity in society become more questionable every day. Maybe my cynical attitude comes with age and, therefore, knowledge. Maybe everything has always been this bad and I just didn't noticed. People don't care about things. A person selfishly sees himself as some ideal persona who does nothing productive but, through some form of magic, is better than everyone else. They find pleasure in mind-altering substances that offer simulated happiness and supremacy. I refer to these callous individuals as "fake". Real people care about the feelings of others. Real people speak the truth. They respect authority and obligations impulsively. They fall in love and it's real.
It is disturbingly probable that I sound like a utopian writer who understands nothing of the real world. I merely choose to see those people who try to mold reality into something selfish as less than real. The brainless masses that are too selfish to respect (and occasionally feel sympathy for) their fellow human beings are fake. They will never offer nor receive love, as do real people, yet real people suffer. Real people do not commit crimes. Violence is a result of the selfish idiocy demonstrated by fake folks. I wish there is something that I could do to change the world, but the phony people desire the continuity of their dreamlike lifestyles too fervently to listen. They have too much enjoyment to care about anything real.

Curious???

I had a friend named Melissa. Not that long ago she was excited about life. So many choices! She wasn't a kid anymore, but still there was plenty of time left.

After all, It was her life and she would choose what was right or wrong for her. She would experiment. Get new friends. Do things she was curious about, but had never tried before.

And so she did. It was fun and even more exciting than she had imagined. Even the "cover ups" in front of her family and her old friends provided a thrill.

Then one night she went to a party where she did things she couldn't quite remember. Everything was a blur and out of control. The last thing she recalled was holding on to a wall and sinking into a corner.

The next morming Melissa found herself on a strange mattress, her rumpled clothes saturated with the smell of beer and smoke from last night's party. Her head hurt and she felt so powerless, alone and lost.

It wasn't supposed to be like this and it definitely wasn't fun anymore. But it had been her choice. She had no one to blame.

My Top 10 Qualities of a Fiend

1. Loyal and reliable

2. Honest and Trustworthy

3. Able to keep a secret

4. Makes time for me

5. Willing to help when I need it

6. Good listener

7. Won't embarrass me in front of others

8. Not jealous

9. Let's me borrow his/her stuff

10. Doesn't pressure me to go against my convictions

A True Friend

1. When something good happens to my friend, I genuinely feel happy for him/her with no hint of jealousy.
2. When my friends have problems, I do whatever I can to help them even if it costs me something.

3. It is easy for me to forgive a person who has hurt my feelings, and be friends with him/her again.

4. When my friends are in trouble, they come to me for help or advice or simply talk to me about what are they going through.
5. My lifestyle and my words encourage my friends to stay away from activities and habits that will bring them down.
6. When a friend does something embarrassing, I may laugh with them about it, but I'll never make fun of them.
7. I don't choose my friends by the way they look or how rich they are.

8. I never say mean things about my friends especially behind their backs.

9. I can be trusted. When a friend tells me a secret, it will remain a secret.

10. A friendship to me is not a just about what I can get out of it. I know I have the responsibility to look out for my friends.

Happy Birthday!!!

It was my birthday yesterday and today is the birthday of my sister marianne. Happy Birthday yan...wishing you good health & more b-days to come, hope you will never change. Mwah mwah Tsup tsup...=)

I'm Not Emo

My friends say that I'm Emo because I usually listen to Emo music, they always say that I'm Emo because all the play list in my iPod are in one genre which is Emo, they always say that i'm emo because i have one sided bangs. I really insist that I'm not Emo but they always calling me that and I hate it.!!!

I usually listen to Emo music because I just like the rhythm of the song and when I listen to Emo music it relaxes my mind and body and I just don't know why. And about my one sided bangs, It's just a fashion. It started to cut my hair like this when I was 1st year in college because at that time Tsinovela and Koreanovela are very popular and I'm always watching their show. I noticed that the hair of their actors and actresses has a very unique hairdo and I like it, that's why until now my hair is like this.

And to those people who always calling me Emo, please please please...stop calling me that, it's really annoying!!!

This is my Horoscope for the Day

The Bottom Line

Don't get too obsessed about a new thing -- there's already too much going on.

In Detail

Today, you'll get a great chance to learn more about a culture you've always been curious about. Feed your curiosity until you're satisfied. But try not to overdo it! Getting too obsessed too soon about something new could lead to an information overload -- and you won't have enough time to enjoy any of it! Everything is going well in your life right now -- better than you could have expected, honestly. Fortunes are turning, and you will get an opportunity to travel.