My Life My Race

My Life My Race

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

He is Prince! (son of the King)

Check out these links:

Surely, he is Michael Jackson's son!

He stands like MJ
He walks like MJ
His expressions and mannerisms are like MJ's

and his eyes are definitely MJ's

He is his father's son.

What other proof do you need?


Really some people would always find something bad to say...

they love to speculate

Oh well...

May you find peace this coming New Year.

As for me...I miss MJ so much
Glad to see his heirs.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

It's HIS Birthday Today!

(To the tune of Happy Birthday Lisa by Michael Jackson)

Jesus It's Your birthday
And I feel blessed today
You gave me the gift of a big brother
And I'm proud of you today

Jesus It's Your birthday
Happy birthday Jesus
Jesus It's Your birthday
Happy birthday Jesus

I wish you love and goodwill
I wish you PRAISE and joy
I wish you better than your heart desires
And kisses from the angels

Jesus It's Your birthday
Happy birthday Jesus
Jesus It's Your birthday
Happy birthday Jesus

May the men please you
May the women adore you



(photo from ballooning into the sky)

Monday, December 21, 2009

In a world where everything is (not entirely) different - AVATAR

I am not very much educated when it comes to the word "Avatar". But I first encountered the word at Yahoo Messenger. I learned how to make one and I uploaded it as my profile picture. It is a cartoonic version of myself... and I am free to change its clothes, hair, eyes, nose, lips and others so that it would look exactly like me. That's how far and limited my knowledge about Avatar is. So when a movie with a title "Avatar" came out and it's written and directed by James Cameron...I knew instantly that I have to see it to increase my shallow knowledge about it.

I watched the movie just a couple of days ago. Truly, my knowlege is but a pinch of salt. I thought the movie was similar to a Japanese Anime...and purely CGI (computer generated imagery). But hey, there were real actors wearing real clothes and shoes, real plants, real computers, real battle gears...and gadgets that looks real. I was not familiar with Sam Worthington until now. In fairness, he's a very good Jake Sully. I wondered for an hour or so if his legs are really like that - paralyzed. The power of effects could sometimes become unexplainable to ignorant eyes.

I entered the world of Avatar without any expectation...only trust. Because I know James Cameron is an excellent director - Titanic is a big proof. So I trust that any movie he directs is automatically..."awesome"

I am thinking of the best way and the best words to describe Pandora. For those who haven't seen the movie yet, this will help you It is a forest looking place - only more colorful and brighter just like a moving coloring book. There are birds, animals and people - only different and bigger. They are aliens to our eyes and yet I find them all beautifully made. Even the fiercest animal looks attractive to me. For a moment, I envied Jake Sully. I wanted to enter the world and touch that huge frightening orange bird with my own hands. Pandora (if it happens to be real) might look scary for an individual but sometimes if accompanied by curiosity, fear could be an encouraging tool to try something unknown. My imagination ran along with the movie. I imagined myself riding that huge bird and forming a bond thus making myself its owner - wooo...that would be one gigantic pet. I have a long hair, so I am confident that we'll have a strong bond. I imagined myself running fast, climbing trees, picking up fruits together with the na'vi (citizens/natives of Pandora). I imagined myself them.

Pandora may be different to my eyes. But my mind reminds me that besides their physical, nothing about them and their world is different from ours. They have a God and her name is Eywa. We have a God and His name is Yahweh. We have several forests too with animals of various kinds. It's up to us how and when are we going to explore them and choose whether we want to try the wild life or be content living inside our own boxes. Trees and plants are not unknown to us as well. The na'vi have bluish skins, tails and have a height of at least 10ft tall - Tarzan might have lived with them in the past because they act and live like him. Still- despite the physical differences - their thoughts and hearts are similar to ours...if not better. They have a strong faith to their God, they care for their children and their future, they love their land, they have a strong sense of unity and they are proud of their race. - Now that I think about it...I think the reason why I find their world attractive is because...lately our own world is lacking those qualities I mentioned. And just like in the movie...more often that not it is the rich and the powerful who takes advantage of the poor and less educated people.
How unfortunate it is that instead of them being the lifesaver...they become the order to feed their selfish ambitions. When you think about in the wild is a surefire way to learn important values which a regular school might fail to teach and which success and fame could take away. It is now easy to see how ambition, power and money could erase values and good manners from a person's system...which I often hope not to happen to me or to any of my loved ones.

Avatar is an awesome movie. And besides increasing my knowledge about the word...I am secretly wishing I have my real Avatar...just think how nice it would be if I'm just lying in a bed or a chamber, resting my body and letting my Avatar do my day's work- that would be awesomely fun!

I strongly recommend this movie! Happy Christmas Everyone!

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Go to hell Mr. Barangay Captain!

For hitting your own pet dog.
By doing're helping your dog get to Heaven- a lot sooner
and hell

Saw this news at 24 Oras.

This news is making my blood "boil"
Monsters are definitely everywhere.

Are we in recession?

I just arrived home and it's already close to midnight...
South Luzon Expressway is but a humongous parking lot of European, American, Korean and Japanese made cars. Even the Porsche beside us couldn't move faster than 20kmh.
I was stuck in traffic for 4 hours going to Manila (what used to be a 45 min drive from our house)
and 3 hours going home from Manila
I was so thirsty but I couldn't drink much from my water bottle because I was trying to protect myself from another dilemma--finding a restroom in the middle of the expressway

I was blaming the "skyway project" for several weeks
Now I am blaming the mall owners too...for attracting and tempting the local consumers
And the consumers are all too willing to be tempted. (guilty)

I spent too much time waiting
in the restrooms (I got to pee)...even in tollgates (because the lady had to leave her booth to get her box of coins)

And we say we're in recession?
Just look at how many shopping bags most people are carrying?
How many shoppers are in Malls?
and How many new cars are there in the expressway...(I thought of counting while waiting in traffic...until I find myself almost fast asleep)

If this is the case...what will Manila look like after the recession?
More shopping bags
More cars
More malls (I bet Henry Sy is looking for more vacant lots)

more trash (hey people! learn to put your trash in waste baskets or trash bins or whatever you find labeled as a proper place for something icky)

Well...i just hope that whether in time of recession or prosperity...may we always remember to go to church. I for one should go...because I need to refill my bucket of patience...I'm losing it everyday!

Advance Happy Christmas to all.

It's your birthday again Jesus! :)

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Learn from the classics

Lately, I am getting sick of reading chick lit and other modern day novels because it's becoming more like an extension of my real life...when my main reason for reading a fiction is to escape reality and visit a different world.

So...I started buying classics like Wuthering Heights and Jane Austen's Novels.
And I know why classics are forever.

Well, I wouldn't tackle on the story. I would give you the liberty to read on your own and discover the treasures buried in these novels.

But there's one thing I observed and learned...the difference between having so much and having so little.

In classic stories...main characters like Hareton and Catherine Linton entertain themselves by reading books or walking around and appreciating the flowers and everything around them. Lovers survive by writing and reading letters, spending time with each other....dreaming and looking at the stars together. No Television, No Ipod, No Macbook, No PSP...Yet they are happy and content. Perhaps because with having are able to appreciate and love every part and every detail of whatever you have and keep it as if it's the only thing that can make you happy.

Today...there is a flood of material things... and people have so much. When you have are powerful. You can buy anything you want...except for time and happiness. Take notice...the more you have...the more you want to have more...It's hard to be content. Why? New things are like candies to your eyes...and soon you will be consumed with greediness as you want to taste everything. The next thing you're already old and the good life will soon be over...and yet you feel that you haven't tasted the best one yet.

Life is what you make it.
Learn from the classics.
Less is always more.

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Wednesday, December 2, 2009

CHASING THE WIND (My very own Edward and New Moon story)

Although I love all the four books of Twilight Saga, there's one book that while I was reading it - past memories came back to me- and that is the book of Twilight Saga's New Moon. And because of that, it became my most favorite among the four. Why? Because it made me cry and it allowed me to cry. Sounds weird right? But it isn't weird when someone left you and you can't cry publicly because people might misjudge you as they can't understand your feelings. Then suddenly you were presented with something like a book that mirrors your deepest sorrows and it became a tool for you to cry without being guilty.

Reading New Moon allowed me to form "what if's questions" - just like: what if Bella was late and Edward was killed by the Volturi? What if Bella forgets Edward and marries Jacob? Again...I am starting to question destiny. Can we or can we not control it?

Just 4 years ago, my dearest friend who was like a brother to me suddenly died. It was so instant that I had a hard time putting myself back together. He was like a gift that was taken away from me. He fulfilled my desire of having a younger brother.After he died, I forgot how to live like an only child again. I often see him in my dreams - so that time, sleeping became a favorite hobby. There was one night I dreamed of him inviting me to come with him. I felt so lonely and depressed that I thought of dying as more satisfying than living. This day, I can survive by looking at his pictures. I am lucky to have them. I am afraid that I might forget his face. I hate myself for not quite remembering his voice anymore. Up to this day, I am questioning myself...what if I had given him my gift in advance (he died on his birthday)...would he still have died? would my gift save him from feeling depressed?

But what will happen if somebody left you and you don't have any pictures of him/her? And you're relying entirely on the strength of your memory? And we all know that memories can fade too... They say "out of sight, out of mind" It maybe right...but definitely not in my case.

For those following my blog, I am sure you would remember this post

The above was a summary. Now let me tell you the "whole plot"

14 years ago, I saw a kid my age running down the stairs while combing his hair with his hand and I was sitting at the cafeteria about to eat my lunch. It was an instant attraction as he also resembles Jonathan Jackson - one of my first celebrity crush. I was too young then to determine if it's love at first sight. So let's just settle with the term "first crush". I watched him enter our school cafeteria together with two of his classmates- walked and stood in line to buy his lunch,walked again to find an empty table and sat in one of the empty chairs...he felt my stare and looked straight towards my direction just when I was about to lower my head - feeling embarrassed that he saw me staring. It didn't help that my girlfriends saw my reaction and teased me right there and then. We were both freshmen but he's from a different class. Later on, he was introduced to me. But I was too shy to look at him and so I didn't shake his hand. He would say hi to me but I was such a coward that I couldn't act friendly to him. He thought I was snubbing him and he acted snobbish too. Our paths would often cross and never did I regain my confidence to look at him but I knew and my friends would tell me that he was and always looking at me. To speed up the story...He was my first "major crush" and the reason why waking up in the morning and going to school became so much fun and interesting. He lived in my system for a very very long time. God knows how long. The feeling was new to me as I was only 12 going 13 then. What I can't understand up to now is why did I like him when I never really had the chance to know him or talk to him during high school. Perhaps because he's like a puzzle to me. Someone mysterious. Like a handsome book written in a foreign language. He's very aloof and "flirting" was not in his vocabulary. A common friend told me that he liked me too. Of course I didn't believe that. And I was not about to entertain that idea as the first rule of my parents before was - "no boyfriend-no crush" and I was bound to follow that rule. Also, I was not a fool to believe when unlike my other suitors he would not follow me like a puppy but instead would give me long penetrating stares every flag ceremony, in the math club where we're both members and whenever our paths would cross - and his stares would give me something to ponder for the rest of the day. His stare was so intent - like a lazer. I rarely had the chance or the courage to stare back. I was and still am not sure if he's doing that on purpose to make me blush or it was his idea of a joke then. Months passed and still he would not say hi or greet me with a smile. There was even a time he threw a small stone in my direction and when I looked up he was there...staring at me. His stare was not friendly. If looks could kill, I would have been dead long ago. But there were two incidents that were hard to forget. One time, he was running down the stairs while I was standing at the last two steps of the stairs. He was running so fast that he accidentally bumped me. I was about to fall down but he held me up and continued running without looking at me. Up to now I am finding that incident so weird. Although he didn't say sorry (which a normal person would do) I feet grateful that he saved me from falling. Then there was one time when our class and his went to this place to visit disabled and mentally retarded people. During the program, one patient pulled my arm. His intention was not to hurt me but to dance with me but he pulled me too strong and the pain caused me to scream...It happened too fast...the patient was pushed and my hand was pulled out of his grasp. When I looked behind to see the owner of the hand that pulled me...I saw it was his. I was about to say thank you but he walked away and stood in a far corner. Remembering it now...I would like to say he's very much like Edward Cullen...only he's not a vampire (as far as I know). I should have talked to Stephenie Meyer and shared this story). Anyway... I was sure my eyes were not fooling me...but he and his friend followed me and my best friend for the rest of the day. Every time I would turn around...He was there...staring. His actions were weird, scary and sweet all at the same time. And his actions confused me a lot. I was fighting the idea that he liked me. He wouldn't talk to me and he would scare me with his stare- still he would be available to save me when danger's just around the corner. I would not be a hypocrite but I did wish he would like me. But that wish soon evaporated when one time I saw him looking so angry while his best friend was mentioning my name to him. So then I told myself..."if he don't like me...i don't like him too"

Another incident was during the "Parent-Student Seminar". There was a game and all of us had to participate. In the middle of the game, I had to go where my mom was so we could both answer the questions. When I returned, I saw him sitting at my chair and looking at my name tag which I stuck on the side of my seat as I didn't want to stick on my shirt. As I come near...he stood up and walked back to where his chair was.

My freshmen year ended with us still not talking to each other. Still, i felt happy whenever he's around. Sadly, my mom transferred me to another school the next year as it would help me enter one of our country's top Universities when I graduated. Luckily, my new school was just near his house and everyday I would look out the window...hoping I would see him walking. Well I did see him a few times...and each day would be extra bright and happy. There were cute and better looking boys in my new school...but nothing like him. I think I was being masochistic. (told you my story is very Twilight related). My friend who was left in my old school would often report to me. She said, he would often ask her how I was. And according to her he remained aloof and would only speak to few of his friends.

Days passed...and my thoughts of him began to wander...until our old driver came back to visit us. He teased me that I was already a young lady and no longer a baby. I just smiled and my smile grew bigger when he suddenly mentioned the name of my "scary-staring-is-his-hobby" crush. I was amazed because he knew the name when it was a taboo at our home as I was afraid of letting my parents know I was having a crush already. Our driver used to pick me up at school and he scary crush would sometimes come up to him and asked a few things about me. My eyes almost came out of their sockets when he said "mr. mysterious" had already visited our home - unfortunately nobody's around.

Couple of years passed and I met him again...who knew we would end up in the same University. It was one late Friday afternoon and I was hiding from one of my suitors who couldn't understand what "no" means. I was standing on the top floor when a ghost he was there. I was too shock and I think he was shock that I forgot and again didn't find the courage to say "hello" to him. As usual he did not greet me...and he recovered easily from his shock so I thought he didn't recognize me and that's understandable. That's what I thought...

He did recognize me...because like what I wrote in my post before...he sent me a text message.

And you all know that...I lost my phone

And since then I've been thinking "what happened to him?"

After 7 years...I got the answer.
Life can be funny sometimes and destiny can be "tricky"

He is now happily married and with a pretty daughter. He married the friend of my best friend.
Small world indeed.

Like a ghost...he came and left
Or was it I who left? Everybody's saying it was I and not the other way around.

After knowing his current "feelings" for him evaporated...just like that.
So then I concluded that it wasn't love at all. Or maybe I did love but it was not the reason why I searched for was out of habit. A puzzle that I've been trying to solve. It was the mystery that attracted me. I was just confused as I thought it was something deeper. Or maybe because I have long gotten over him and searching for him was just part of a daily routine. He's just a childhood crush and no more than that.

Unlike Bella...I did not end up with my very own Edward.
Because "Jacob" might be the right one for me.

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