There are no words for this post. The song says it all for me. Every line is my life spelled-out.
I thank you for the inspiration while I sit here in anticipation of the year ahead... While I wait eagerly for my real life to begin. If only you can be there with me when it happens...
"Let me throw one more dice.
I know that I can win.
I'm waiting for my real life to begin."
This guy Joma just won't give it a rest. Miles away from where we are, he is still "trying" to cause trouble here. And I say "trying" because from what I know, his "all-talk, no-show" antics have proved detrimental to the once-powerful group he "once" lead. Twenty years in exile and he hasn't figured out (just yet) what he's supposed to do for this country if he is indeed hell-bent on achieving that oh-so-big word called "change". Continue reading →
We're only a few days away from 2009. As we bid adieu to 2008, let us look back at a few (or at least those I can still remember) of the significant events that changed the course of our future -- as a nation, as a race or maybe even as a person.
The Wonderful:
Manny Pacquiao winning over Oscar Dela Hoya. But more than that, it's Manny Pacquiao's success in competing with himself -- his expectations, his challenges, his goals and his dream. Not many people can do that.
Forgive me if I'm not exactly jumping for joy over the latest stunt of former House Speaker Jose de Venecia. As you may have realized by now, I haven't even bothered to write about it even after a few days the news broke-out. I just had the urge to give you a piece of my mind after that fateful Wednesday morning when all hopes for a case were quashed in an instant. It's so fast, not to mention gruesome. Continue reading →
The reality of poverty, for most of our brothers and sisters follow them to their death -- as is the case with Mang Pandoy -- the man showcased in the SONA(State of the Nation Address) by then President Fidel V. Ramos as a representative of the poor whose lives he aims to improve. Many years after that, the man born poor died poor. If you find it too harsh a word, I'm pretty sure there's a more politically-correct term for that. Underprivileged? Less fortunate? Economically-challenged? Gah. Does it matter how we call it? Apparently, it does not. For if we examine closely, "terms" don't change a reality. Is there anything more glaring than the reality of your family's incapacity to even give you a proper burial? My friends, Mang Pandoy lies "clad in a faded violet shirt, laid in an ordinary wooden coffin". His death is no poorer than the life he lived. The man clearly died "waiting on the world to change" -- waiting on his economic status to at least change from bad to fair. He died waiting for a chance at a better life. Continue reading →
I do. It's so ironic when something that happens only ONCE a year can be so tiring to listen to. Tomorrow's SONA (State of the Nation Address) to be presented (or read--pun intended) by President Arroyo has not even happened yet but as early as now, I already feel a certain level of "exhaustion". Maybe that's because I read a lot of news.
Nevertheless, you may say (yes, I know), if you're really tired of it, then why write more about it? Well, you may have a point there, but that's how I am with something I find tiring or sickening -- I tend to think about it or talk about it pretty much everyday until my brain's short term memory passes the buck to my long-term memory. Continue reading →
Many people wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
When I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
The flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
The joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Men themselves have wondered
what they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Now you understand
just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing,
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palms of my hands,
the need for my care.
Because I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's my mother and all your mothers
And my grandmothers and your grandmothers
And my great grandmothers and your greats
And my great greats
And yours
And all you women
And Me!
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