Please Come Home.
cross the sea..and please come home..
The page represents
me and basically what ive become over my coming with years of joys,
sadness, hardships, pain, fun, and life. I keep a lot of stuff to
myself..I think too much most of the time, and most of this not so clear.Not so dogmatic
but sometimes opinionated.
.. usually the hardships in life and the crap i've been through
and what people have put me through,
and my, what i call, semi-
dysfunctional family. This "blog" is a way for me to archive my random thoughts rather than just allow them to be shoved out of
my brain by indian heat (which occurs often).
conversations are usually dashed with random anecdotes, dry wit,
and the occasional scathing sarcasm
This is where i begin, this is where i start.
"Night driving" brings solace, solemn thoughts that soar to heaven when
time makes you alone in a darkened room. We always assume that the world
shapes the contents of the mind, but i agree with Kant when he said that the
structure of the mind shapes our view of the world. It's our per-ception.
We have been programmed to think. The Homo sapiens sapiens.
It's sitting along the way, to be still and allow nature to whisper
to us the secrets of our mind, letting strings of thoughts made us wonder
about life, keeping the midnight oil burning.The flame down is the light
to guide me. It is a way for me to archive my random thoughts rather than
just allow them to be shoved out of my brain by the intense indian heat
(which occurs more often). It's living for a moment.
It's interpreting the present and re-creating memories that i re-affirm with
every line that i write here. What resides on the page is a reflection of my
ideas, the page will become the identity, character, and substance.But
(u cant start a sentence with a but)Why do humans need to justify their
thoughts? It's not really the whole point, we humans progressed in this
journey so well not because we killed the big cats that's trying to
obliterate us but because more so of our need and capacity for expressing
our thoughts and ideas. Our ancestors share ideas long time back in the
caves under the cover of darkness. This gives us the edge. Somebody once
said; There is no exercise of the intellect, which is not, in the final
analysis,useless..thinking, analysing, inventing are not anomalous acts;
they are the normal respiration of the intelligence.I am getting so deep.
"I contend that we are both atheists. I just believe in one fewer
god than you do. When you understand why you dismiss all the
other possible gods, you will understand why I dismiss yours."
--Stephen Roberts I dont want to speak here about my religion, the person saying that may be firm on his belief
but I have my own belief.For me, to have faith is more rational than not believing at all. Two types of people
,those who doesn't believe and those who refuse to believe. though i'm not spiritual..I just
feel the need of believing that there is something/someone greater than ourselves.As for me, luckily
i didn't got my father's devotion for drinks and maybe,maybe, I got my mothers belief in God.
I believe in organized religion but i'm not really religious. Most of the time I wanted
to be alone but if i'm with friends I will be the most talkative.Forget religion.
I play tennis using my both hands. call it ambidextrous, some people call it weird.
Put me anywhere and I can adjust to it. flexible but sometimes very impatient.
Confident but sometimes doubtful. I often speak before I think.
I slowly believe that things are really "relative". That perception varies
to every individual and that we have to disagree but we have to respect.
feel im floating if I got the chance to talk about life,death,universe,chaos,
except crop circles and UFO's or don't tell me that the world is flat.
All my life I struggle but I firmly believe that life is a struggle and
life is difficult. I'm not cursing life. I believe in the "nature" of things.
Scorpions bite, dogs f___k on the road, people lie, which is bad for me because
I am too trusting of people. We can't change that. A monkey is a monkey is a monkey.
Maybe genetic engineering will do in the future. Imagine Saddam Hussein with a Mother
Theresa heart. Blissful. I think I already spilled my guts here. I wish that one day
I can make a summary of all my beliefs, a credo of some sort so as to cherish my own
company. maybe this is the beginning.
There was me.
September 16,2005,10:00pm
All exiles want to go home
although many of them never returns, in their imaginations
they make their journeys a thousand times
taking the slowest boats because in their dream world time
is not as urgent as actual time passing
quicker than arrows,kneading on their flesh,crying on their bones
The differences of this new world of mine made out what i experience and taught me who i am today. For me,
"Filipino" becomes less an attachment to a geographical center but becomes attached to an idea or an emotion. And as Carlos Bulosan wrote, "Philippines is in the heart."..
Every migrant knows in his heart of hearts
that it is impossible to return
Even if he is physically able to return,he does not truly return
because he himself has been deeply so changed by his emigration
In the present, the country is into a long journey, one might call it a journey of thousand mistakes..) I choose to light a small candle rather than curse the darkness..and to strenghten this I'm keeping the words of our national scientist, D. Umali close to my mind..
“In our twilight years, there is a desperate hope,
in many of
us, that your vision will see beyond the debris we left
to what
can still be retrieved and rebuilt.
Go and be the heroes we never
quite managed to become -- and live.”
I love spending time
with people who disagree with me. We learn and grow through interactions.
Nothing can be more satisfying than a healthy debate. Debate.Not boxing.
Words not punches.With dialectic types of reasoning(Oh i miss my philo. class)
and not just the God-is-love-love-is-blind-therefore-God-is-blind type of reasoning.
It gives us chance to check our coordinates. Where we stand. "For the hottest part of
hell, belongs to those who never take a stand"- Ninoy Aquino. Testing our theories
and beliefs like putting it on fire to test its strength and tenacity. Trying to be
strong to yourself and at the same time trying to undersatnd the other side.F.
Scott Fitzgerald wrote, "The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability
to hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time, and still retain the
ability to function." Entertaining these thoughts is like trying to hop on a
train while it's still moving. it's dangerous but there's the thrill. Sometimes
there will be an overflow of words and emotions but this is what its all about.
Fruit kept in the refrigerator too long goes rotten, so do emotions and people.it
helps a lot to pose questions regarding controversial ideas or just plain things
in life..Feminism, Deconstruction,between creation vs. evolution or just to argue
whether black coffee is better than cappucino. Sometimes people will brand others
as dogmatic, fundamentalist or a bigot, but isn't it a part of the entire notion
of freedom? sometimes our beliefs act as a mirror, it allows us to examine our
perspective but blocking our view of the reality. This should not interfere in
our quest for what is right. Even myself I did a lot of experimentation in my
life. Acted as an agnostic (my friends call it back sliding),questioning everything
about fate (what about all the sufferings, do we have a saddist God?),
learn to like Buddhism but find Hinduism quite dark, shouting communist
slogans while marching on the street. This has made me confused for a while
but made me more aware of the different "forces" in nature.it was like my
college lecture on "the need to know and the fear of knowing". We need to
know but we feared too much that it blinded us. Clouds of doubts.
Save me.
February 13, 2006
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I'm PORK, Celebrating life evry 2nd of jan.,
the page
is my connection to the darkness..
favorite color is black,but it's not a color
so i when asked i'll tell blue.Like drinking coffee much. I'm always in a pressure cooker. my job demands that..
to increase the feeling of tension, or to kill it, I blog. I blog when I'm happy, sick, bored,
happy, sick, anxious..i want to do it for the insanity of it..
The blue,i guess,brings back
to the mind,the loneliness and cold
of the indian winter, a thousand miles from home
as i reach out to the SHADOW
standing in the meadow
light engulfed me..
But I just remember ,
When you look up in the SKY
you can see the stars and still
not see the light
I miss my life..
..drenched by the indian monsoon
hoping to savour soon the eternal sunshine of my country,
Philippines..
Here,I feel that im always on a solemn retreat,
silent, alone, no one allowed to speak to anyone..
it was deafening...
Sad that life did not come with instructions
Sadly, i have to face the world alone..
I like things edgy, subtle, and smart...
maybe intellectual but most of the time just pretentious
This page dedicated to the shadow..sharon..
hope ur right..