Rain in Summer

Summer, over 40 Degrees Celsius today. It was so hot you'd sweat even while doing nothing. Had some friends visit me at home. All the usual talk, another normal day. We were about to go after having some snack when suddenly, the sky went dark. Probably a bit of rain's coming down? Until it poured, and it was like a typhoon, blowing its cold hard rain upon the earth that was burning hot just a while ago. Water's everywhere, I had to secure some items that are in the way of the shower. After having them placed somewhere safe, I was wet. Then this idea occurred to me.


When was the last time you walked in the rain? I can't remember mine. Used to do it when I was a kid. It's fun isn't it? Playing in the rain, jumping in puddles. All while wearing your clothes that are soakingly heavy with rain water. Your parents would disapprove. It'll definitely make you sick. But in my little brain when I was a child, hell I'm thinking no. I used to shower in the bathroom and I didn't get ill, did I? So what's the difference? Technically, none. Oh, isn't this stuff only for the young? I am an adult now so act like one.


It was all hot and boring being grown-up so I threw all the thoughts away and jumped out into the rain. Oh what relief I had when I was finally out there feeling cold and wet and laughing that finally I did it, again. It was worth it. All my steam washed away. All my worries freed. It was good to be down there under the pouring water thinking you're a child again. Being young is in our own hearts indeed. It's only a matter of what you choose to be.


In a world that's spinning out of control that all you can think of is survival. A world that's cruel in every single way, full of problems and dillemas. Thank you rain for reminding me that all I need is a little bit of childhood to taste how GOOD life can be.

2013, again?

This is a project of. . .

This is a joint project of. . .


When we were in school, as students, we have projects didn't we? Out from our parents pockets. They were a pain in the back because they were additional expenses. I remember how my parents always told me, like every other parents, that money are not picked on the street pavements. I believe them now that I have to work my ass off for money. Compensation. I am a citizen yes, because I am taxed. These money, that the government steals from you goes to lots of things aside from the leader's pockets.


They call it, THEIR project. It did not come from their parent's nor from their own wallets. But it is tagged as THEIR project. THEY funded bridges, roads, schools, basketball courts, hospitals yadah yadah. You see THEIR faces in front of these structures. The hero of the new world.

"I built this and that and I have the fucking right to brag it! It did not come from my money but yes I'll put my face in it, name it after me, put my initials on it. In my term, I did this and that, made the city to my color and name, so you should vote me! I am a public servant so I will serve you, but those who want to work for me, you'll have to fight for me!"

"This is not about who's right, the correct path is too old fashioned, liberty is dead. People want to be oppressed, no, people want entertainment. Politics is an entertainment you all die to see! I promise you jobs and money! Oops, that's a joke! HAHAHAHA! Food for the hungry. Let me carry your kids, That's what I'm good at. Multiply so your future generation can vote me on my 9th or 10th term! Expect that you're still poor by that time. I won't let you get proper education. Why would I? You'll learn the truth. When you see what I'm up to, who would vote for me? You should stay dumb and believe that I'm the only candidate that loves the POOR." 

But everything in here is upon me. Me, getting the influence. The power. I'll kill my opponent you'll see. You'll stay poor and I'll get richer. Where else would I get the money to build my mansions? From all your money of course! My projects are sub-standard. Who cares anyway? As long as you see my pictures on roads, on road-projects again and again, you'll see that I am something. That I am a very good leader!"

"So yet again, let me do my magic, and we will not prosper forever and ever!"

What a fucked up way to put things into, isn't it? But we're still deceived, media says we have to vote wisely. No, I think we don't have to vote at all. Politics' dirty. If, and only if the people starts to realize that it is the system. The citizen that succumbs and believes in nothing. There are politicians because there are still who votes for them. I remember Bob Ong having said in one of his books that, "We don't elect someone who we want to serve us, instead we choose someone we want to work for." He's right. If we can change this system, only if we start to not believe in their empty promises. Solutions means results. Have we got any results so far?


Yes please vote for me, I'll be a future Politician. I'm just starting off as someone with a good intention. So you would think I'm up for the job. Nobody's fit for the job though.

A Blessing

“As a dog returneth to his vomit, so a fool returneth to his folly.” (Proverbs 26:11) We return to our habit of sin, each and every day. We have thought of change, but was never strong enough to embody that transition. Through faith can we only truly be better.


Life is a constant battle with temptations, but there is always a way out of it, as stated in the Bible, “There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man: but God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it.” (1 Corinthians 10:13) We are subject to these sins every day, we won’t be able to resist them ourselves, and so we need help, through prayer we’re never alone, the Lord will be faithful in his promise to never leave us in these trying times. Only we choose to be blind to the signs that the Lord is out there ready to help. Not because the Lord isn’t present but because we choose to be out of reach most of the times.


I believe in the Bible, therefore I believe the words it has to offer. Have I always been a believer? No. Too much information has made me arrogant; too knowledgeable that you think you’re a god. Not subject to laws, errors and corrections. You think everything you do is right, that being neutral is enough. I learned to forget. I forgot what’s most important, I was blinded. I was a fool, simply put. “But the natural man receiveth not the things of the Spirit of God: for they are foolishness unto him: neither can he know them, because they are spiritually discerned.” (1 Corinthians 2:14) I was a stupid man who thinks that my words are of wisdom, too full of myself that no realization of any kind had hit me. Now where has this wisdom placed me? In (Jeremiah 21:14), “But I will punish you according to the fruit of your doings, saith the Lord: and I will kindle a fire in the forest thereof, and it shall devour all things round about it.”


The Lord does not want us to fall unto sin. He wants to right our ways for our own good that we don’t have to be punished. But if it has to be done, to correct what’s wrong, then the Lord will surely make it come to pass. It is a blessing in the form of a very long painful process. “Not rendering evil for evil, or railing for railing: but contrariwise blessing; knowing that ye are thereunto called, that ye should inherit a blessing.” (1 Peter 3:9)

I am a christian. Hypocrite at it. I try like everybody else, but I'm not righteous. You don't have to be good to do these things. I learn lessons. I share them in hope that somebody or someone out there picks up something from my follies.

I believe in everything right this world has to offer. I don't speak for any belief. I call him the Lord because that's how I knew Him. He may be Allah, Yahweh or Jehovah.  I submit to a power unseen, stronger than any of us can fathom.


It all boils down to us people in the end. I have faith in the capacity of the human to do good, always. 

It's More Fun in the..

With its 7107 islands, 300,000 square kilometers of land area and a rough estimate of 94 million population in 2012, we are the 12th most populated nation in the whole world, thank you! The Philippines it is.


Philippines today is in a state of economic growth, although after WWII, the Philippines is regarded as the second wealthiest (next to Japan) in East Asia. the economy started to stagnate due to government corruption and mismanagement in the late '60s up to the present. Philippines with its sewer-water-like rivers, mountains of garbage, flood-control-housing systems, pollution campaigns, unfranchised boating transportations in the rainy season, Political and non-Political massacres, Monarchy aka Democracy in small down to earth poor towns and a whole lot more of 'only in the philippines' matters is what makes the country unique. I love it here, with its flaws and all, its never too hard to see a smile. You die of hunger yet you still smile. Where in the world would you find a happier race? It's more fun in the Philippines.


Not a fan of the Philippine Politics. 2010 was the first year I participated, it was National Presidential Elections. Young and eager to take part, I believed my vote would count as something important. "Excercise your right, you're in on a Democracy!" Every three years we hope. We are forced to believe that change is inevitable, that there is an answer. But that transition we're turning into is not what we think it will be. I am a cynic. No, not politics is the voice of change.


I've decided I will not take part, in any election. My one vote is nothing compared to the powers manipulating the system. I'd love to see the Philippines grow sometime in the future. That's a big problem to burden yourself with, isn't it? I'd start with myself then. Amen!

Complain

Bhopal India, a place I have only heard, a place I have only seen on television, the place where the world’s worst industrial accident occurred. In 2nd – 3rd of December 1984, after an accident in the Union Carbide India Limited Factory where gas forms of the chemical MIC (Methyl Isocyanate) used for pesticides went exposed into the air and was inhaled by the sleeping city, approximately 3000 people passed overnight. They died in their beds, in streets, their bodies littered everywhere. It was devastating, how a lot of people could die in just a few hours. As for me, it was sad, watching a disaster happen before my time, news I have seen only on documentaries. It was a lesson the world had to learn the hard way.


Death is an easy thing to relate to, everybody confronts death. Either you have seen someone die, someone you love dies, or you yourself is facing death. People died that night in Bhopal India; they had no time to complain. People had no choice but to breathe, and with every breath comes a poison that will undoubtedly end your life, they couldn't complain for we need air to live. They did not know what was killing them. Same goes for the Jews who died in the Holocaust. They had no choice. We remember them; they’re supposed to be remembered, for they were sacrifices in the never ending search of man for his purpose.


Death may come as a topic in lots of forms, and in this story it has come to me in the embodiment of how people complain and how we have a choice to at least be content of what we have. I remember my colleague telling me, “Our customers keep on complaining about their internet connections not working well, didn’t they know a lot of children could not even eat here in the Philippines?” It was meant as a joke, I laughed at it, but it never left my mind. I kept thinking about it, for I do complain. I curse over the Internet, poverty, my family, money, and I complain about almost everything.

I am a skeptic, a cynic, I dream of change, I do but I am a coward. I am what I am writing, and what I wrote specifically addresses to my shortcomings. I am a complainer, but who am I to complain when I have a choice? Who am I to complain if the air I breathe is clean and has no toxic in it? Who am I to complain if leaders before me fought for freedom and liberty that I am greatly benefiting from? Who am I to complain? I am greatly favored by having work when half the world dies in hunger. Life may have had its down-sides, but my life hasn't reached a point that I had no choice except death. I believe that in life there is enough hope. That by knowing contentment you’ll have the faith to keep going.


I hope to see death in a way that would lead me to live a better life.