Transformers

Transformers,

More than meets the eye!

Autobots wage their battle to destroy the evil forces of the Decepticons.

Transformers,
Robots in diguise.
Tranformers,
More than meets the eye.

Tranformers!

I grew up lovingly watching Transformers late in the afternoon with my brother, Macky. We were so all glued and addicted to it. We can skip "merienda" and forget about fighting over almost anything when Optimus Prime and the rest of the Autobots are on.

Good ol' days, I'd say.

While I am all about growing up fast, I still hold with me all those childhood memories. I am thankful for I had a good one - no, great one.

Did I tell you that sometime in the past, I was Elita One? =)

My Personal Revenge

In my continuous shifting of interest, I stumbled upon Jackson Browne's World in Motion album which was released in 1989 (I was about 6 then) and while the album screams rock, the letters of the songs were so deep that it can make one think - well, I sure did. The songs were so all well written.

Thinking rock star, that is.

My personal revenge will be the right
Of our children in the schools and in the gardens
My personal revenge will be to give you
This song which has flourished without panic
My personal revenge will be to show you
The kindness in the eyes of my people
Who have always fought relentlessly in battle
And been generous and firm in victory

My personal revenge will be to tell you good morning
On a street without beggars or homeless
When instead of jailing you I suggest
You shake away the sadness there that blinds you
And when you who have applied your hands in torture
Are unable to look up at what surrounds you
My personal revenge will be to give you
These hands that once you so mistreated
But have failed to take away their tenderness

It was the people who hated you the most
When rage became the language of their song
And underneath the skin of this town today
Its heart has been scarred forevermore

It was the people who hated you the most
When rage became the language of their song
And underneath the skin of this town today
Its heart has been scarred forevermore
And underneath the skin of this town today
Red and black, its heart's been scarred
Forevermore

Another Text

I received a text message from Mom - again, I am reminded.

"Joshua told the people, "Consecrate yourselves, for tomorrow the LORD will do amazing things among you." Joshua 3:5

Classic

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For some reason, this strip never fails to blurt out a big laugh out of me. Maybe, I was once like this. Haha.

Nice One

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In fairness, I had my good old friend Bin in mind when I saw this strip. One can tell that he's sorely missed.

Those Eyes

Trying times yet again, she mumbled.

She knows it too well that she should rejoice because she's being tested like no other. Sleepless nights (or mornings), countless journal entries, non stop crying and unceasingly praying. These are all part of her usual trying times. Incidentally, this is also the time when she is alone. The journey, she realized, is not that easy compared to those she has encountered before.

As she tackles every drama thrown on her, she knows some hands hold her up but these hands can only do so for awhile. For some reason, they never really stayed for good. Time and time again, she ended up having to face all these alone.

She looked at her self in the mirror and she saw nobody else but her. The same old sad eyes about to wither but she can sense some hope in those eyes too. That soul is still hopeful yet almost drained.

She's been reading back and again the book of Corinthians - "when I am weak, I am strong." The words used in NIV was a resounding jolt that He is with the weak. That His strength is obvious with those who call upon His name and seek His righteousness.

She may be down and out now but in time, she will emerge to be the person she's meant to be.

Just wait.

One day, you will be proud.

I Am Sorry

I am sorry -
For writing about me.
Such undertakings;
Jubilance;
Lifelong journey.

I am sorry -
For daring to blaze this to the world.
My intention is good;
I just want to express;
And be taken seriously.

I am sorry -
For wearing my writer's hat.
I have embraced writing since 5th Grade;
It has saved me many times;
Even from those who "vow" to love me.

I am sorry -
For being such an anticlimax.
Its not innate to me to grab attention;
I hope you know that I side on a clean slate, always;
My lips are sealed but my writing hands are not.

I am sorry -
For this is the only way I know how to express.
History can tell that when I utter, I am bound to be silenced;
I just yearn to receive what I deserve;
Listen intently and not just hear me;

I am sorry -
For I never met what is expected.
We define waiting differently;
I was trained to express and to never suppress;
I write whatever my lips cannot utter.

If somewhere along the lines of my writings I have offended you and caused you pain, my sincere apologies.

See Me

With me being an obvious crybaby, I am often accused of never heeding His help and answer to everything I ask Him. I blame myself primarily on this, I was never too vocal about my faith because I would always let my life do the talking for me.

I am not the type who would brag about how strong my faith is when I know I am bound to falter at times. I try to be the obedient daughter I can possibly be but time and time again, I would commit a mistake no matter how hard I try - because I am human and am not perfect but it in His loving grace that I am lovingly saved. All men have fallen short and that it is by His grace alone that we can contiue to come to Him that He may wash us clean.

He alone can save us - not even our earthly parents.

Life has been extra diffucult for me the moment I have accepted Him as my personal Lord and Savior. And this did not only happen to me, it happens to everybody who has accepted Him. Christian life is not difficult for it is almost impossible.

It is sometimes almost impossible for me not to get irritated everytime I would be cornered in the same old pattern, same old question about me allegedly never talking straight to Him about my struggles. They don't even see me pray or ever talk to Him because I do this privately not for public consumption.

We are all created differently, this should be obvious by now. I take on my struggles differently from others - which I supposed, is so hard for other people to accept. I am just very different in a lot of ways - people may not always understand this but its enough for me that at least the closest in my strings know me (my sisters, most especially). What is helpful for me may not be helpful for others, what works for me may not for others.

What strikes me most though is people always have this certain notion about me without even really trying to see the whole me.

Oh well.

I just realized, this is Earth and not Heaven.

Drama

If only I could find a way to take a peek of what's in store for me down the road, I'll know that me waiting in vain will be more bearable.

I have been in this waiting game for 4 years now - it has become a burden for me over the years but as I grow older, I have realized that for awhile it is also beneficial for me. I would almost always find myself asking and trying to decipher what's going on and why on good earth did I end up like this. Please don't miscalculate me, I also chose to be here but you have to understand that I am human and waiting can sometimes be such a pain - most especially if you don't know if 'tis worth it.

I can be a pessimist prick because its almost innate to me to be such a worrier but I have managed to pull through and have seen the brighter side of things. And I would almost caught myself daydreaming of series of events I know will never happen to me - or so I thought.

Or maybe I am just being too smart a person that I have lost my essence.

For months now, I have been trying to change my do and just stop caring at all. And I tell you, I am being good at this game already. I have started pulling myself through from all the drama thrown on me and for once in my life, I will just stop caring for those who does not even give a damn about those who lovingly wait for them.

Everyday is a gift in itself - why should I waste my time crying over irreparable damages?

Why Should I?

For weeks now, I have been trying to tackle on sudden adventures which almost leave people in my string more scared than just be happy for me. I am growing up way too fast - fast enough that it leaves their little minds curious about what I am up to.

I have been trying to read history books and trying to imagine what its like to be in the 12th - 15th century as my eyes burn through the rough pages and I have been rediscovering old songs by APO Hiking Society and that of Sting. I have a list of hymns in mind but my alma mater for my current state is - Why Should I Cry For You by Sting.

Ha! The moment I listened and decipher the letters, I knew the song hits me home for I have been asking that same question over and over - why should I cry for you?

Under the dog star sail
Over the reefs of moonshine
Under the skies of fall
North, north west, the stones of Faroe

Under the Artic fire
Over the seas of silence
Hauling on frozen ropes
For all my days remaining
But would north be true?

All colours bleed to red
Asleep on the ocean's bed
Drifting in empty seas
For all my days remaining

But would north be true?
Why should I?
Why should I cry for you?
Dark angels follow me
Over the godless sea
Mountains of endless falling
For all my days remaining

What would be true?

Sometimes I see your face
The stars seem to lose their place
Why must I think of you?
Why must I?
Why should I?

Why should I cry for you?
Why would you want me to?
And what would it mean to say
That, "I loved you in my fashion"?

What would be true?
Why should I?
Why should I cry for you?

Unending Silence

Silence;
Lips sealed;
Tears flow;
Silence - yet again.

Silence;
Walked;
Laughed a bit;
Silence - yet again.

Silence;
Daydreamed;
Smiled;
Silence - yet again.

Silence;
Written;
Locked;
Silence - yet again.

I Am Reminded

Down in my knees, I pray;
I asked Him to extra bless me and this country today.
I am almost at my wit's end;
Still, His goodness has no end.
And time and time again,
I am reminded.

Better Than I

I thought I did what's right
I thought I had the answer
I thought I chose the surest road
But that road brought me here
So I put up a fight
And told You how to help me
And just when I had given up
The truth is coming clear for...

You know better than I
You know the way
I've let go the need to know why
'Cause You know better than I.

If this has been a test
I cannot see the reason
But maybe knowing, I don't know
Is part of getting thru
I try to do what's best
Find faith has made it easy
To see the best thing I can do
Is put my faith in You for...

I saw one cloud, and thought it was the sky
I saw a bird and thought that I could follow
But it was You who tought them to fly
If I let You reach me...
Will You teach me? For...

You know better than I
You know the way
I've let go the need to know why
I'll take what answers You supply
'Cause You know better than I

Stephen Said

"While they were stoning him, Stephen prayed, "Lord Jesus, receive my spirit." Then he fell on his knees and cried out, "Lord, do not hold this sin against them." When he had said this, he fell asleep."

Acts 7: 59-60

Dark Rays

This thing I cannot explain.
In my several attempts to voice this out, I fail.
Words seem to be inadequate.
I can only scream inside.

This has been around for months now.
In God's loving grace, I pull through.
I heed Him to never let go of my little hands.
In my prayer, I summon Him.

My soul grew weary at times.
Tears never fail to well up my eyes.
I look at Him as I pray.
He promised that tomorrow will be more than okay.


"Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself''
- Matthew 6:34

I Cry Every Time

Often times when I commune with Him, I sing this song;
When I do, I cry every time.


Here I Am to Worship
by Israel and New Breed

Light of the world,
You stepped down into darkness,
Open my eyes let me see
Beauty that made this heart adore You,
Hope of a life spent with You.

Here I am to worship,
Here I am to bow down,
Here I am to say that You're my God
You're altogether lovely,
Altogether worthy,
Altogether wonderful to me.

And I'll never know how much it cost,
To see my sin upon that cross.

Psalm 73

1 A psalm of Asaph.
Surely God is good to Israel,
to those who are pure in heart.

2 But as for me, my feet had almost slipped;
I had nearly lost my foothold.

3 For I envied the arrogant
when I saw the prosperity of the wicked.

4 They have no struggles;
their bodies are healthy and strong.

5 They are free from the burdens common to man;
they are not plagued by human ills.

6 Therefore pride is their necklace;
they clothe themselves with violence.

7 From their callous hearts comes iniquity;
the evil conceits of their minds know no limits.

8 They scoff, and speak with malice;
in their arrogance they threaten oppression.

9 Their mouths lay claim to heaven,
and their tongues take possession of the earth.

10 Therefore their people turn to them
and drink up waters in abundance.

11 They say, "How can God know?
Does the Most High have knowledge?"

12 This is what the wicked are like—
always carefree, they increase in wealth.

13 Surely in vain have I kept my heart pure;
in vain have I washed my hands in innocence.

14 All day long I have been plagued;
I have been punished every morning.

15 If I had said, "I will speak thus,"
I would have betrayed your children.

16 When I tried to understand all this,
it was oppressive to me

17 till I entered the sanctuary of God;
then I understood their final destiny.

18 Surely you place them on slippery ground;
you cast them down to ruin.

19 How suddenly are they destroyed,
completely swept away by terrors!

20 As a dream when one awakes,
so when you arise, O Lord,
you will despise them as fantasies.

21 When my heart was grieved
and my spirit embittered,

22 I was senseless and ignorant;
I was a brute beast before you.

23 Yet I am always with you;
you hold me by my right hand.

24 You guide me with your counsel,
and afterward you will take me into glory.

25 Whom have I in heaven but you?
And earth has nothing I desire besides you.

26 My flesh and my heart may fail,
but God is the strength of my heart
and my portion forever.

27 Those who are far from you will perish;
you destroy all who are unfaithful to you.

28 But as for me, it is good to be near God.
I have made the Sovereign LORD my refuge;
I will tell of all your deeds.

Back to School

Today I hurry off to school;
I was ready and brought with me some tools.

Met a new face in the classroom shore;
I've realized, that is our professor.

I stumbled upon old faces;
Most of them still has braces.

We're all up to learn;
For sure, our brain will again earn.

First Day High

I am always extra excited about school.

At 23, I am the "oldest" in my class (and yes, 'tis my second course - no, not nursing/caregiver) and for some reason I felt that while I am responsible for all my actions, I had to be extra careful with my decisions because my classmates (aged 19 and 20) look at me and my life well magnified.

Ever since I've decided to go back to school and take up another course - which is almost the east of what I took the first time, I am often bombarded with questions ranging from how's to why's - I am guessing, out of sheer curiosity.

I look at school now differently the way I did years ago (I graduated when I was 19). I don't go there just because I need to get a degree, I am done with that. I've seen and is now part of the corporate world that it sometimes no longer amuses me , after all life is not always about what you get but what you become.

Classes resume today after a good 2 month hiatus. In my white top and jeans, I geared myself with all the intangibles. I know, I am bound to learn again - always something to look forward to, especially on the first day.


"I have never let my schooling interfere with my education."
- Mark Twain

"Education is wonderful - it helps you worry about things all over the world."
- Joey Adams

Millennial Generation

I am from the millennial generation - those who are born from 1980’s and above belong to this. Sad as it may seem but this generation is often coined as the generation who does not want to be restrained for almost everything is permissible nowadays - same sex marriage and even legalizing pedophile to name a few.

As the cliché goes, the future of the nation depends on the opinion of those who are aged 25 and below. I'd often ask myself if I was ever prepared for the real world. I know that at some point my parents (especially my Mom) sent me off to the world equipped with values instilled.

I remember how excited (and very eager at that) I was to leave the university and tackle the corporate world only to find out it was quite dangerous and very scary at that. While along the way, I have stumbled upon some people I can lovingly call my friends, there were some of those who did me no good - in fact, even intended to cause me trouble. I am not exaggerating - the "real world" is not something I have expected it to be. It can be harsh at times.

Now at 23 (turning a notch higher come September), I feel like I grow older everyday - for today's time as some would say, is almost at its worst. I am burdened for the next generation - not that I am being too melodramatic but I am at my worst every time I am in His presence praying for the country and for those who are next in line.

Yesterday after watching Meet the Robinsons in G4 with my beau, I had to rush to the nearest possible washroom with the lesser queue. Hon chose the one near the candle store. While waiting for my turn, two women (I think both in their late 40's or mid 50's) caught my attention - they were whining about how poor the Philippines is, queue inside the washroom and even had the guts to notice the two teenage girls in their Gothic look (dark eyeliners, black nail polish and dark attire) and saying out loud, "Ang mga kabataan talaga ngayon..."

That does it, I had the urge to answer her back and almost lost my ethics - good thing I did not. But if I did, I would've said - if only the previous generation did what they're supposed to do for this country and for the next generation, today's kids wouldn't be as "bad" as we turned out to be.

Blame it on thrash we get on TV (and for our elders letting us watch non sense), Internet and even society but one has to accept that today's kids are paying for the huge price that the previous generation has done. I know we owe our ancestors a great number of deals but let's not forget that we are also the fruit of the previous ones.

Sometimes the problem is not always about today's kids; it can also be the parents and older ones at that.

Future and Beyond

Suffice it to say that me and my beau are such movie fancier. There's never a week that we did not see a movie - even those with subtitles, we buy them!

Last week, we survived two great flicks - Ocean's 13 and Meet the Robinsons. Between the two, I loved the latter more. I did not expect Meet the Robinsons to be this good but I certainly placed my hope on it that at least I should be entertained.

As a prelude, we were treated with the good 'ol Mickey Mouse and friends cartoons. Trite as it may seem but I loved this - it was a good few minute visit down the memory lane.

The story turns around Lewis, an orphaned boy who has the gift to concoct. While at it, he has been to several adopting interviews - couples visit the orphan and talk to him and in turn, Lewis impressed them with his inventions that for some reason did not please any of those couple.

Lewis got frustrated and stopped engaging himself to such interviews - afterall, he resoved this with embracing the idea that the only one who will ever like him is his own mother.

In his quest to find his mom, he met several people along the way - some are those from the future.

I am pretty sure that those behind this don't solely have the "kids market" in mind as they gather their wonderful insights in creating this film - this also caters the "adult market".

Good story telling (unexpected twist to boot), CGI and "keep moving forward!"



"Around here, however, we don't look backwards for very long. We keep moving forward, opening up new doors and doing new things…and curiosity keeps leading us down new paths."
-Walt Disney

I Just Know

I know him too well;
I just know, he does not have to tell.
His actions, I have memorized by heart;
I can already tell without a bat.

I know him too well;
He sports his do always with a gel.
He used to borrow all my matchbox;
Even if I haven't opened the box!

I know him too well;
Even how he smell.
In the school service, he was my seatmate;
I hated it, for he was my constant opponent.

I know him too well;
Saw him suffer when his past relationship didn't go well.
He was betrayed so hard;
At one point, he even became a drunkard.

I know him too well;
When he left my scene, I can hardly spell.
I missed his laughter;
But I have to go further.

I know him too well;
I felt glad when I received his email.
It was a first in so many years;
I have to say, I even shed a tear.

I know him too well;
And I can already hear the wedding bells;
He finally met his princess;
To see him overly excited, that is priceless.

I know him too well;
He asked me to help him find an engagement ring that can fit her well.
I am so happy for him;
Now, I am imagining the bride walking towards him.

Tomorrow

I will make an effort not to cry when I get hurt.
For I have realized, the more I let others see me hurt - they become stronger.

I will shield myself from all the name callings - bitch, brat, emotional, selfish and guilt trip master.
For later on, I will succumb to it and just be.

I will choose my pain.
For not everybody is worth it - not even those I expect to understand and love.

I will master the art of hiding.
For when I let myself be known, I'm bound to be doomed.

I will try to be silent and just shut up - all the time.
For every time I ry to make a sound, I get harsh opinion.

I will unceasingly write.
For my pen and pad are such a good companion on either side.

I will embrace being alone - but never lonely.
For every time I choose for a companionship - I am misunderstood.

I will mimic Davy Jones.
For I long to lock my heart some place where it cannot be found.

But for now, I will let tears well up my eyes for tomorrow you will see my true colors no more.

Post Election Notes

Okay, I am guilty of not exercising my right to vote last Election and I've got nobody to blame for it but my lazy self and for always using "but I pay my tax!" as an excuse for me not to fall in line and get my ass registered.

Oh well. Not that I am defending my lazy self, its just that when you read the daily broadsheets (which I religiously do), you get the same gory things of massive cheating and how they even did that without even trying to conceal it. The cheaters no longer bother to hide the cheating, they do it openly. As my Lolo would say, cheating here is "garapal".

I am totally perplexed at how on good earth's face did TU garnered a 12-0 "score" in ARMM – as reports would say that Chavit, a non Muslim candidate "got" the highest number of votes and Kiram, a Muslim at that is nowhere on top. You have got to be kidding me.

And there was the Rene Sarmiento case - he was tapped to head a Comelec task force to investigate electoral fraud in Maguindanao. I placed my hopes on him that he'll help this "almost hopeless" nation fight massive cheating during elections but I felt a sudden disappointment rush into my very veins when I read some reports about blank election returns were being taken from the custody of Lanao provincial treasurer by his own group and transferred these to a hotel in Iligan city where he was staying. And to make things worst, it was caught on tape.

I salute ABS-CBN's Ricky Carandang for having the guts to expose it.

Sarmientio said later on that it was for safekeeping. If there was nothing wrong with what they did, why on earth did they lie about it the first time?

Ha! I like what one columnist said, "All it takes for charges of cheating in this country to go away, even when backed up by the most ironclad proof -- can anything be more ironclad than the “Hello Garci” tape? -- is for the charged to deny it to death."

This is not the kind of environment I am envisioning my future kids (or the next generations at that) to be in. I don’t want them to suffer as much as my generation is now. But we're learning continually. The traditional will soon fade - their time will end. When this happens, I hope that they may be replaced by inspired ones and by those who are willing to commit themselves as public servants not just mere politicians.

"There is something that spreads faster than the germ of corruption. That is the fire of inspiration."
-Conrad de Quiros