Flames That Never Die

Here are my two cents' worth.

I have as much respect, reverence and gratitude towards Cory Aquino as much as the next FIlipino. The recent outpouring of emotion towards her was proof of what she meant to the people, and to myself.

The event, though, was enough reason for a lot of politicians to claim the spotlight. Joining the motorcade and attending the solemnities were their way of showing support for the former president. Giving out yellow bracelets with their faces on them probably wasn't.

Pushing for new P500 bills with Cory and Ninoy and writing legislature that proclaims a Cory Aquino Holiday may be mementos of her contributions to our people. Seeking for a change from EDSA to Cory Aquino Avenue may not so much. [Why am I not so impressed with Cory Aquino Avenue? Because, as I'm sure Cory would agree, the Revolution was not just about her, but about the people and their will to fight. EDSA, standing alone, implies so much about our people.]

In Chemistry, there is what is called "effective concentration" where, as more unneeded substances are pumped into the solution, the reaction becomes so dilute, the desired ions become next to useless.

The point is this. Cory was a woman of simplicity and humility.She made her point not because she said so, but because she made it so.

Despite the best intentions of these politicians, we must not forget who Cory actually was, what her life meant to the Filipinos. More than the paper bills, the streets and the holidays, Cory was a woman of faith and action whose spirit lives on in the hearts and deeds of the people. She worked to uphold for us a democracy, so that we may one day use our freedom for our countrymen.

Let's fight for that.

...what will it take to get through the next 11?

I've probably been watching too much of my dad's Pacquiao VCD's. But I can't help but think along these lines. 

The past couple of weeks haven't been the best of times, academically. It's a whole new world, second year, and I can't seem to keep up. The lessons just blow past me, the problems don't seem to make sense, and I can't wrap my head around anything that's been going on. 

I trained hard. Endless nights I studied, I worked out the best plans to prepare. But it's the moment of truth. With all the punches, I've made my dodges. With the split seconds, I've slipped in my best uppercuts. But no matter how much I try, I can't break through the Pacquiao hits. 

What do I do? What else is there for me to do? How much of myself is left to be able to keep going?

And so I ask, will I become a Hatton or a Marquez?

Hahaha. Oh, uhm, yun. Kung hindi niyo ako ma-contact, iba na kasi number ko na globe. Nawala yung dati. Hahahaha. Galing ko eh :))

Yay. Experiment 7... blah.

Sometimes, you try so hard to get something...
... you forget what got you where you are now...


Things don't seem so complicated anymore.

I miss you guys.

6-7,
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              *splat*



Huhuhu. TT_TT


Again.

I haven't written anything here in a while. It's because the "eph" key is busted on this keyboard. Hahaha.

Thus is my challenge. To type without using the letter eph.

So, I'm done with Message in a Bottle (*tear*) and Love in the Time ... Cholera (*ahem*). Hahaha.

About to start with Brisingr (*yay*) and then, The Time Paradox. Hahaha.

Sembreak na!

Woohoo!

*rejoice*rejoice*

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Now what? :|


Hahahaha. Labshoo guys ;)

See, I've been on this dryspell for the longest time, and it's been really hard on me.

It's the scariest feeling in the world: to be trapped in your own whirlwind of thoughts, and not be able to organize things clearly.  It happens that as you're taking things in, it takes a while for everything to get some perspective. And i find myself struggling to keep up.

Unsettling, yes, that's it. Things just feel so out of place, and there's not one thing that feels familiar. None of that comfort I used to turn to.

Somehow, it feels like you're losing yourself. Your thoughts slowly separating from your body, a glass window between you and your life.

An adventure is always fun, but, every night, I only want to be home.

One after another, the government has forced down bitter pill after bitter pill down the throats of the Filipino.

Hello Garci. Extrajudicial killings. Removal of the death penalty. The fertilizer scam. Executive pardon. Executive privilege. ZTE. BJE-MOA. C5-Allocation controversy. JPEPA.

And now, the release of a convicted murderer.

The list goes on, but really, I don't want to hear any more of it. With controversy after another, I find myself being sucked into hopelessness. Paralyzed by sheer power and scope of all the corruption, the truth just becomes all to difficult to hear.

I admire the people who have stood up for change. They have the courage. They are not afraid. But what about us? What of we with no money, power or influence? What of our families who will be put in danger for going against the government?

Is there no more justice?

Today, and every moment has become a bastardization of the very principles democracy and equality.

I admit, no government is perfect. No system flawless. But why not try to move up? Why not reinfoce the core of freedom, democracy and justice, rather than neclect it altogether?

Why?