Mom pray's beautifully, she can start and end a prayer in one breathe and whenever she prays, it sounds like poetry. It naturally flows from her no matter if she prays in English, Bisaya or Tagalog.

I think God listens to her when she prays.

I know that nobody would understand or believe me if I said that, there are times when I am alone, I take out all your pictures and just stare at them, stare at them for hours. Every picture has a memory, every memory has its dose of pain and every pain has its meaning and they are all mine. Sometimes your celluloid smiles and the glossy glitters in your eyes torture me but I welcome it. Pathetic as it may sound, I know that that's the only thing thats mine. Everything is gone, even your name escapes me and I am lost, buried, somewhere in the depths of your memory.

In all those pictures, in all those captured moments of forever, in all those heartbeats you are perfect. I can't believe that even when you're breaking my heart, you look so beautiful.

Dark as roses, fine as sand
Feel your healing and your sting again
I hear you laughing and my soul is saved
On forgotten graves you cry

Crawl like ivy up my spine
Through my nerves and into my eyes
Cuts like anguish
Or recollections of better days gone by

But its all right
When youre caught in pain
And you feel the rain come down
Its all right
When you find your way
Then you see it disappear
Its all right
Though your gardens grey
I know all your graces
Someday will flower
In the sweet sunshower

Eyes like oceans so far away
A feather trail to a better way
Worried mornings turn into days
Then into worried nights

But its all right
When youre all in pain
And you feel the rain come down
Oh its all right
When you find your way
Then you see it disappear
Oh its all right
Though your gardens grey
I know all your graces
Someday will flower
Oh in the sweet sunshower
Oh in the sweet sunshower
In the sweet sunshower

I know all your graces
Someday will flower
In the sweet sunshower
And its all right
All youll be you are today
Are today
Its all right
All youll be you are today
Are today.........

I remember when I was about 5 or 6 years old, my brother told me that if a penis would find its way into a woman’s vagina, it would get stuck there… forever! Then I asked him in a slight alarm, “what if the doorbell rings and you’re still stuck with each other? Who would answer it?” He said that it’s the prize we have to pay for sticking our shloongs in places where they don’t belong. Silly me, actually believed him and the next day after my class I went home and shared my newly discovered piece of knowledge to my yaya, the neighbors’ helper, my friend’s mom and some other adults. Everybody looked at me in shock then they exchanged glances before exploding in huge fits of laughter and guffaws. I didn’t mind it but later on that night my mom and dad sat me down in their room and talked to me about sex. My mom taught me the basic parts and function of the human procreation tools, both for men and women, after that my dad taught me about the responsibilities that comes along with doing sex. That was my very first real sex education. I was lucky I had sex education at such an early age. Now I am 22 years old and I have around 15 friends who have sons and daughters or both. Can you imagine that? Some of them were as young as 18, 17 or 16 when they first gave birth. How can you possibly provide for the clothes, health care, education, nourishment and shelter of your kids at such an early age? The concept of parenting is much, much different from the actual application. I personally believe that irresponsible parenthood at this age and time is tantamount to abortion. The difference is that abortion is more like mercy killing and irresponsible parenthood is prolonging of the agony and sharing it with the community.

I also remember back when I was an intern at the Lanao Provincial Hospital DR my group delivered a baby for a 13 year old mother, 2 days later we delivered a baby for another 13 year old mom who wanted to leave the baby with us after her rest in the hospital. The next night we helped deliver a baby for a 15 year old mom. Her son was anencephalic (explain anencephalic) she told us she was kind of glad the baby died because she knows that she’d have no means with which she could support the baby. Those little stories are just a slight peeks on how ignorant Filipino kids are when it comes to sex education. How many more stories like these do we need before we come up with a solution? More than anything else what we need now more than ever is the proper awareness, willingness and the appropriate laws to back up our fight against the irresponsible parenthood, population explosion and our sexual ignorance.

The church our “moral compass” cries foul over the reproductive health bill they even threaten politicians who support it by not giving them communions; the church said that it is immoral and should not be made law. The church is basically saying that we can not legislate “immorality,” but can we legislate “morality?” They’re saying the same country who considers prostitution legal should not pass a bill which would pre-emptively protect its citizens from a plethora of societal problems. What is more immoral? Use a condom and prevent annual pregnancy so that you can provide better for your family, send your kids to school and feed them properly. Or have children every year for the next 10 years, and let them grow up hungry and uneducated?

Remember “Ignorance is not Contraception.”

With the exception of weekly scripts, minor thesis, PR case analysis and PR Campaigns I haven't done any writing lately. It's not that I can't, it just that I don't have the time. Apparently, somebody forgot to tell me that masscom is much like nursing, except that the literature involve is more creative compared to my previous course. All in all it is welcome work, I just hate the fact that it gets in the way of my drinking schedules and it's really taking a toll on my financial assets. Those flipcards, snacks for my talents and V/O's, printing, cd's, not to mention the ridiculously expensive shop time I have to put into my scripts are really burning a hole in my pockets and my balls are starting to feel the heat. hehehehe... Plus, I have a new found respect for script writers and segment producers.

OOoohhh... and I got a mohawk the other day, too bad the school wouldn't let me keep it. Saint Champagnat might rise from the dead if he finds out that one student of his school isn't keeping his mane along the traditions of modesty and quiet zeal for Gods work. hehehehe... Jeeeezzzzz... How communist can you get? I am a college student from the AB society and AS college, we are supposed to be the weird ones right? Why not let me play the weird part to the hilt?

Bugger, SFX is calliing... See you next time.


P.S.

Top Three comments for my haircut:

1. Sino ka si Chuck Liddell or si Chicken Little?
-Kuya

2. Bagets na bagets ah, para kang Indian... Indian Pana!
-Landlord

3. HALA SI KUYA EDUARDO?!....
-Masccom Classmates in unison while riding on a tricycle

I've never felt the need to justify myself or my actions before. I always thought that either my decisions are too personal to be understood by others or comprehension escapes my interpreter because they're just plain stupid. Nonetheless, this past few weeks I have felt the need to explain my side on an issue that was supposed to be anything and everything but alive. See, a "friend" has been spreading rumors and accusations about me that are entirely baseless and often borders on the absurd. He's been going around behind my back telling me that I can not be trusted and that I am a "snake." I am glad that most of my friends dont believe him, but what pains me is that some of my other mates treat me cold and act indifferent when we are together. This whole drama was unfolding for more than two years now (behind my back) and I was only made aware of this a couple of months ago.

This issue traces its roots back from to our senior year in high school and doesn't even include my "friend" who is spreading rumors about me. How fuck up is that? Because of his ignorance and matrona-like talents of mouth blabbing I am seeing some of my closest and oldest friends turn their back on me and walk away -and when I ask them why, they give me some cooked up story stuff with bullcrap and cow dung. I can't for the life of me explain why people would do this kind of treachery to me. Especially if that someone -despite his flaws -was accepted into our house with brotherly affection and respect. You came into my house when you are in need, you came into my house when you are hungry, thirsty and wanting and I've never turned you down. My doors were always open for you because you are my friend and I value friendship above many others. But, despite this, you burned down my house and my trust. Just like what you did my Kakai, Jorge, Omar, Chao and all of the others that you have betrayed and coldly stabbed in the back.

Who do you think is the snake now?

It's sad -after everything that we've been thru our own love reduced us to a pair of fat, slobbery, pathetic sots. I remember the day when drinking was fun because it was shared with you. But now, drinking is an escape and cigarettes are fast company to sleep-deprive nights of mystic memories and saddened solitude. Mornings are no better because everything reminds me of you and you remind me of everything.

I passed by your house the other day and I got the chance to talk to your sister. She was watering the flowers in your mom’s garden. The same mosquito infested garden where we shared the first, most and even the last kiss and the threat of dengue is nothing more than an itch because it would mean sharing a hospitable room with you. Your sister told me that you left for Kansas two months ago, we both know about your leaving but somebody had to draw first blood and open the topic to investigate the stench of dead love. I grunted a "yes I know" and told her I forgave you the same day you left. She knows I am aware that she's fishing for pictures of my emotions. What she didn't know and what I didn't say is that I spent an afternoon forgiving you, but it would take me a lifetime to forget.

"This song is dedicated to the late Gian Carlo Peria: One stick sa gate pre!"





the fray - how to save a life

In the near future if you happen to see me wearing glasses, think of this post before the four eyes and cyclops jokes.

Most of you know by know I am taking summer classes or should I say, taking sucky-summer classes (Reading Improvement and Typing 11) and at night I spend my time playing starcraft (antique, I know...) and reading. I've read about five or six books this summer and I am about to start on my first Paulo Coelho. I think I've mentioned somewhere in this blog that I am avoiding all Paulo Coelho books because of their reputation as life changers. Unexpected changes no matter how exciting, scares the living crap out of me. Don't get me wrong, I can adapt, I just don't like the idea of adapting to conform to some people's view of the world. Anyways, back to more starcraft...

FYI:

My brain is throbbing right now... As in Lub-dub throbbing...


And my ex and I are texting again, I'm tempted to tell her that I still have feelings for her. But she just got out of a relationship and pride and tradition tells me I shouldn't go for it.

kung sinong ex yun, abangan sa susunod na kabanata. hehehehe...

Back in the days when Eat Bulaga was still cool and Wowowillie Revilame was still playing in some obscure band, I spent noons thinking you were the coolest thing to ever happen in my pathetic love life. Now, you're just another number in my friendster account. A statistic -if you'd call it that- in the 812 people I know or claim to know... Funny how life turns us around with one book or one simple-minded act. I bet you have no idea how crummy your standing is on my list right now, do you?

PS:

If you're reading this, then don't worry. this is not for you... This is intended for someone who doesn't know this blog exist. hehehe...