LAST MONDAY, I WAS ONE OF THE MILLIONS OF PEOPLE AROUND THE WORLD WHO WATCHED IN SHOCK AND TERROR AS THE NEWS WAS COVERING THE QUIRINO HOSTAGE CRISIS.
How can someone do something so inhumane to begin with? And even ending it by doing something way more inhumane(Massacre in the bus: 8 dead in total). SI ROLANDO MENDOZA TALAGA. >:|
A lot of people were blaming the Police and how they handled it. Yeah, they probably share the blame, too. P-Noy was blaming the media. Ahem, at some point tumulong din sila but he pinned a fault pa rin to them. But the person to blame is definitely ROLANDO MENDOZA. If he didn't do this in the first place, will all this happen? But you cannot turn back what just happened no matter how horrible it was. Some English Psychologist guested on CNN the other day and blamed LOW EDUCATION(aba, lahat na binibintangan. XDD) but it did make sense. If Rolando just had a different mindset about him losing his job, like he'll say to himself he'll be able to go back to his feet someday, he wouldn't even dare think of this. But English Psychologist Dude said also that since LOW EDUCATION nga, probably police work is all Rolando can do(and he did that for more than 20 years).
Rolando Mendoza, Media, SWAT, LOW EDUCATION(?!)....seems like a lot of people are blaming these days. Let's not forget some sort of injustice was allegedly made against Mendoza. The Media sorta helped in a good way but also in a bad way, too. The SWAT reminded me of watching a bad play(especially when they positioned outside the bus. PRICELESS!) but I know they did all they can, but they should've improved in LOTS of areas. I won't get started on Low Education as it was just dragged in by English Psychologist dude.
But after the Hostage crisis ended, way more problems ensued: Distrust from China and Hongkong to our country; The race issue(After one Chinese Employer fired a Pinay after the Employer watched the Hostage Crisis); FUTURE OF OUR TOURISM among others.
This is what I want to say: WE PINOYS AREN'T HORRIBLE. Probably it was horrible that this happened. Probably it was horrible too that some people here are showing insensitivity( Like those peeps who take pictures of themselves with the bus where the tragedy has happened). Probably there are times we looked like pieces of shit(Usisero! Lumalapit kahit hindi naman puede). BUT WE FEEL AS HORRIBLE AS EVERYONE ELSE IS OVER THE SITUATION. Porket ka-lahi namin yung nagpatay we're also like that. HE STILL DID SOMETHING AGAINST THE BIBLE(Most Filipinos believe in the bible) AND THAT WAS KILLING. We are deeply sorry. This is an ISOLATED CASE. This could happen EVERYWHERE, not just the PI. Now we're as dangerous to travel to as IRAQ and PAKISTAN(According to the eyes of Hong Kong).
It's great to see people from other countries saying that this was an Isolated Case. And it's great, too, that people from other countries are saying they don't hate. Jackie Chan, Andrew Philip(The sweet Canadian Boy on the EQUALITY video I watched on Youtube) among millions around the world, thanks for your very kind words. :D. I also admire the Filipinos who have the guts to say to the world that we are still a great country(Letter of a Filipino Boy to The World's Regino Jose Dilao, you are awesome). This case won't be one that could be easily forgotten, but I hope the greatness of this country before tragedy struck won't be easily forgotten either. The Philippines is still a great country, after all.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Friday, April 9, 2010
WHY DID I LIKE A YOUNGER GUY?! Part 2
CONTINUED FROM 'WHY DID I LIKE THE YOUNGER GUY?'
He was clad in a black tee and jeans and was with an old lady(who I'm not sure was his lola or his yaya).I stared at the wrong guy all along(the one I mentioned who wore aqua and was seated toward the right side of the room)!He was also looking back and I'm sure he was looking at the noisy PSP boys.Though I thought he looked like he was looking at me since those noisy grade six boys were right at the back of me.
OMG...what if by any chance, he caught me looking at the boy who I thought was Eugene Herrera(who I later realized he wasn't Eugene Herrera)?I'd look stupid, since I probably had a funny expression on my face.I knew deep inside I couldn't do anything about it because I wasn't sure if he even noticed me.
I remember how my mom found it too noisy in our places that we moved to the front.We did moved there, where, the Boy was right in front of us(though there was a bit of space between us).When we sat down already, I brought out my book and just pretended to answer it(it was a vocabulary enrichment book).There was just no way I want him to catch me staring at him.Though the event ended right after moving near him, I was still able to see him afterwards leaving the school.I remember going inside the school to go to my mom and he got out at the same gate I entered.I caught him looking at me but I never felt that it was significant since it wasn't like a glance or anything.
Even with this, I was still a bit in denial with having a crush on him.He was probably twelve for crying out loud!while I was about to turn fourteen then.I only realized that I really had a crush on him was the next time I saw him.
It was a Friday then and I was in my bro's school.I decided to let my hair down so if ever there was a chance he notices me,it won't be me in my signature ponytail.True enough, I saw him.He was using the same black shirt he wore the last encounter I had with him.The thing is, rather than looking bored, he was SMILING.
I've never seen this Boy smile.And he was cute, as if he was never even cuter.I was captured because not only did he seem happy, he had something in his eyes.I sound really cheesy now, but it's true.His friend was doing(at times, unsuccessfully) head kicks with a soccer ball when I saw him LAUGH along with a few of his friends.
It was also there I saw a GIRL laughing with him.She was young and petite and had hideous looking hair(probably she used those cheap hair dyes from China and burned her short hair in the straightening iron) thrown in a high pony.She was two feet beside the Boy, her whole body facing him(which,according to a body language expert means she must be into him) whilst looking at his Mr.David Beckham friend.
She probably could be a yaya...but the way she carried herself didn't say so, I think.She had on a gray marl jersey-like hoodie, keeping both of her hands in the kangaroo pocket.I know it seems nothing that a girl was beside him(he looked like he didn't know she was beside her) but I was jealous.And I'm not a selosa type.
I was jealous because I wanted to be in her place then, acting comfy around really rowdy grade six boys and especially being beside HIM.
That was probably the last time I saw him.
Months after that, I read one of my brother's K-Zone magazines. I noticed in the fan art section, that the boy's older brother(who I know his name) had a drawing featured. What surprised me even more was in that same section, a boy who had the same last name as the older brother had a drawing featured, too. I knew there was a ray of light somewhere since I know for sure that this is the name of the boy(he and his brother have a very unusual last name AND I notice that he and his brother's first and middle name are named after American presidents. Am I not clever to decipher that?). But even if his name was already given to me by fate, I know it would be very uncertain to see him again.
From the first time I saw him as a tall grade five kid who (according to my parents) plays volleyball to an even taller grade six boy who totes a bulky guitar bag(containing no other than a guitar) and hangs out with my bro.I no longer have a super crush on him because I haven't seen him for a long time. He still holds a place in my heart since he's the first crush I ever had that didn't end in heartbreak. And I know he's now a high school kid.
He was clad in a black tee and jeans and was with an old lady(who I'm not sure was his lola or his yaya).I stared at the wrong guy all along(the one I mentioned who wore aqua and was seated toward the right side of the room)!He was also looking back and I'm sure he was looking at the noisy PSP boys.Though I thought he looked like he was looking at me since those noisy grade six boys were right at the back of me.
OMG...what if by any chance, he caught me looking at the boy who I thought was Eugene Herrera(who I later realized he wasn't Eugene Herrera)?I'd look stupid, since I probably had a funny expression on my face.I knew deep inside I couldn't do anything about it because I wasn't sure if he even noticed me.
I remember how my mom found it too noisy in our places that we moved to the front.We did moved there, where, the Boy was right in front of us(though there was a bit of space between us).When we sat down already, I brought out my book and just pretended to answer it(it was a vocabulary enrichment book).There was just no way I want him to catch me staring at him.Though the event ended right after moving near him, I was still able to see him afterwards leaving the school.I remember going inside the school to go to my mom and he got out at the same gate I entered.I caught him looking at me but I never felt that it was significant since it wasn't like a glance or anything.
Even with this, I was still a bit in denial with having a crush on him.He was probably twelve for crying out loud!while I was about to turn fourteen then.I only realized that I really had a crush on him was the next time I saw him.
It was a Friday then and I was in my bro's school.I decided to let my hair down so if ever there was a chance he notices me,it won't be me in my signature ponytail.True enough, I saw him.He was using the same black shirt he wore the last encounter I had with him.The thing is, rather than looking bored, he was SMILING.
I've never seen this Boy smile.And he was cute, as if he was never even cuter.I was captured because not only did he seem happy, he had something in his eyes.I sound really cheesy now, but it's true.His friend was doing(at times, unsuccessfully) head kicks with a soccer ball when I saw him LAUGH along with a few of his friends.
It was also there I saw a GIRL laughing with him.She was young and petite and had hideous looking hair(probably she used those cheap hair dyes from China and burned her short hair in the straightening iron) thrown in a high pony.She was two feet beside the Boy, her whole body facing him(which,according to a body language expert means she must be into him) whilst looking at his Mr.David Beckham friend.
She probably could be a yaya...but the way she carried herself didn't say so, I think.She had on a gray marl jersey-like hoodie, keeping both of her hands in the kangaroo pocket.I know it seems nothing that a girl was beside him(he looked like he didn't know she was beside her) but I was jealous.And I'm not a selosa type.
I was jealous because I wanted to be in her place then, acting comfy around really rowdy grade six boys and especially being beside HIM.
That was probably the last time I saw him.
Months after that, I read one of my brother's K-Zone magazines. I noticed in the fan art section, that the boy's older brother(who I know his name) had a drawing featured. What surprised me even more was in that same section, a boy who had the same last name as the older brother had a drawing featured, too. I knew there was a ray of light somewhere since I know for sure that this is the name of the boy(he and his brother have a very unusual last name AND I notice that he and his brother's first and middle name are named after American presidents. Am I not clever to decipher that?). But even if his name was already given to me by fate, I know it would be very uncertain to see him again.
From the first time I saw him as a tall grade five kid who (according to my parents) plays volleyball to an even taller grade six boy who totes a bulky guitar bag(containing no other than a guitar) and hangs out with my bro.I no longer have a super crush on him because I haven't seen him for a long time. He still holds a place in my heart since he's the first crush I ever had that didn't end in heartbreak. And I know he's now a high school kid.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
WHY DID I LIKE A YOUNGER GUY?!
I deemed myself as a kitten and get grossed out if I imagine myself in Demi Moore's cougar shoes.But I didn't expect to have liked a younger guy who was (not really) way younger than me.Two years to be exact.
I first saw this guy in 2007.I was in my brother's school and was with my parents and sis to pick him up.I was wearing a uniform(from my old school, SSC) when I saw him.He was in Grade five, the same grade as my bro then.If I could remember clearly, his hair reminded me of a three year old boy(his hair was pretty spiky even if it was pretty obvious he had NO gel on).He was with his older bro, who I discovered was also younger than me.The first thing I felt seeing this guy was nothing;I was totally uninterested.His kind of tisoy wasn't my type.
One of my parents asked my bro if he was his classmate and commented how good-looking the boy was(and his brother).All my bro said was,"You don't know how he really is in the classroom."That's short for "He's noisy and yeah, I'm his classmate", I think.
Probably my interest in that Boy was growing somehow even if a majority of me felt nothing.When my parents asked him those questions to my bro, I secretly wanted to know the answer from my bro.Lucky if he mentions his name, which he never did up to this day.And I forgot about that boy, too since I had a crush on someone else at the time.
A few days(probably one or two or three, I forgot) after my bro's first day of school last year, I went with my mom to pick him up from school.And there my bro was...with THE BOY.I didn't realize he got taller. He was already the same height as my brother then(who was 5'6 at the time. Pretty tall for a 6th grader in Don Bosco).He and bro were going to the little sari-sari store outside their school and I heard him calling out to my bro,"Uuwi ka ba?"His voice sounded really binata, unlike most of my bro's friends who still had little boy voices.OMG talaga!
I thought the way he wore his backpack was cute and holding that white plastic bag--whatever it is inside--was cute.I didn't get it; I found myself thinking of a guy who was two years my junior.I know I must not be crushing on him.
A few weeks after that encounter, I attended this seminar where only the grade 6 students and their parents are invited(siblings and yayas optional.)I had an argument with my sis the day before because she didn't agree with me going to bro's school and accused me of being "super boy crazy".I was pretty confused, too;Was I going because I want to see guys to feed my boy craziness?Or was I crazy for a boy that I wasn't sure I liked?
When we arrived in the auditorium of the school, all I did was look for him LIKE CRAZY.
Ano ba ang iniisip mo, Gill?My mind said.I remember my mom and I were seated in the very left corner.It was so mainggay since it was more of a hangout of those grade 6 boys who had PSP's and one of their noisy cries contained 'Naruto!' and more.I remember looking for the Boy and actually thought that I found him.He was seated almost to the right corner of the room (though not the very corner) and was wearing an aqua(or cerulean,I think)colored shirt.I didn't exactly looked at the boy's face but he had the same back profile as the Boy.So, I took turns looking at him and a boy in front of me who I thought was Eugene Herrera(who was one of my fave Q reporters along with food taster Renford...not that I watch Kids on Q.:P)
Suddenly, those stupid,PSP playing grade 6 boys made their voices even louder that every member of the audience looked back.Even the speaker stopped with his boring talk.Of course, I looked back because it was MUCH louder in my place(where the guys where right at the back of me).
It was when I turned my head back to the front that I realize that the Boy was actually in the same row as me(Though he was in the very front).I looked at the wrong guy all along! omgee talaga!
to be continued...
I first saw this guy in 2007.I was in my brother's school and was with my parents and sis to pick him up.I was wearing a uniform(from my old school, SSC) when I saw him.He was in Grade five, the same grade as my bro then.If I could remember clearly, his hair reminded me of a three year old boy(his hair was pretty spiky even if it was pretty obvious he had NO gel on).He was with his older bro, who I discovered was also younger than me.The first thing I felt seeing this guy was nothing;I was totally uninterested.His kind of tisoy wasn't my type.
One of my parents asked my bro if he was his classmate and commented how good-looking the boy was(and his brother).All my bro said was,"You don't know how he really is in the classroom."That's short for "He's noisy and yeah, I'm his classmate", I think.
Probably my interest in that Boy was growing somehow even if a majority of me felt nothing.When my parents asked him those questions to my bro, I secretly wanted to know the answer from my bro.Lucky if he mentions his name, which he never did up to this day.And I forgot about that boy, too since I had a crush on someone else at the time.
A few days(probably one or two or three, I forgot) after my bro's first day of school last year, I went with my mom to pick him up from school.And there my bro was...with THE BOY.I didn't realize he got taller. He was already the same height as my brother then(who was 5'6 at the time. Pretty tall for a 6th grader in Don Bosco).He and bro were going to the little sari-sari store outside their school and I heard him calling out to my bro,"Uuwi ka ba?"His voice sounded really binata, unlike most of my bro's friends who still had little boy voices.OMG talaga!
I thought the way he wore his backpack was cute and holding that white plastic bag--whatever it is inside--was cute.I didn't get it; I found myself thinking of a guy who was two years my junior.I know I must not be crushing on him.
A few weeks after that encounter, I attended this seminar where only the grade 6 students and their parents are invited(siblings and yayas optional.)I had an argument with my sis the day before because she didn't agree with me going to bro's school and accused me of being "super boy crazy".I was pretty confused, too;Was I going because I want to see guys to feed my boy craziness?Or was I crazy for a boy that I wasn't sure I liked?
When we arrived in the auditorium of the school, all I did was look for him LIKE CRAZY.
Ano ba ang iniisip mo, Gill?My mind said.I remember my mom and I were seated in the very left corner.It was so mainggay since it was more of a hangout of those grade 6 boys who had PSP's and one of their noisy cries contained 'Naruto!' and more.I remember looking for the Boy and actually thought that I found him.He was seated almost to the right corner of the room (though not the very corner) and was wearing an aqua(or cerulean,I think)colored shirt.I didn't exactly looked at the boy's face but he had the same back profile as the Boy.So, I took turns looking at him and a boy in front of me who I thought was Eugene Herrera(who was one of my fave Q reporters along with food taster Renford...not that I watch Kids on Q.:P)
Suddenly, those stupid,PSP playing grade 6 boys made their voices even louder that every member of the audience looked back.Even the speaker stopped with his boring talk.Of course, I looked back because it was MUCH louder in my place(where the guys where right at the back of me).
It was when I turned my head back to the front that I realize that the Boy was actually in the same row as me(Though he was in the very front).I looked at the wrong guy all along! omgee talaga!
to be continued...
Saturday, February 27, 2010
The Minestrone Mystery
Warning: The following may cause you to get sick and feel a bit revolted due to the graphic things I'm gonna describe.
December 31, 2oo9
It was New Year's Eve night. My family and I were having Media Noche. We ate tons of good food including the tasty Minestrone Soup we ate for lunch. Since I was so full on so many things, I decided not to finish my share of Minestrone Soup. I didn't know that I was pretty lucky not to do so when...
January 1, 2010
I woke up and went down the stairs. I saw my little sister lying down on the sofa, resting. I asked what's wrong with her. My mom replied that she threw up that morning. My brother later on also threw up and my mom said she threw up to. It was pretty weird; especially when I saw my brother's puke. You guys may think I'm gross, but I noticed all the ingredients of the Minestrone all mashed. The puke was also similar to my Mom's and Sisters. I noticed Mashed macaroni and potatoes (ingredients of my Dad's Minestrone). I even noticed the crushed herbs that even became more crushed. It's obviously got to be the soup
I was afraid. It was a good thing I didn't eat the soup the night before. I mean...if my brother(who can EAT ANYTHING regardless of expiry date and not get a stomach ache) threw up, I would, too. And I would puke an ocean. I told my Dad and he said if it was the soup, he would've thrown up, too since he ate it last night. But the majority of the family got sick and a person like me who isn't even Sherlock Holmes would know it was due to food poisoning from the Minestrone. It could also be the pots and and pans used. Probably some insect like cockroaches touched them and no one knew so they just used it anyway.
Some weeks after...
The Minestrone Mystery became a forgotten case. No one ever spoke of it. My sister thinks it was the cornicks she ate and never ate them again after throwing up on Jan. 1. But then my Mom told us about what she saw on Yahoo! about onions(which was also an ingredient in the soup). She said once chopped, it has to be used right away. No leftover; you have to use the whole onion. Why? Because if you store the leftover onion and use it again and/or use the chopped onions hours after it had been chopped, it can cause food poisoning. Why will it cause food poisoning, I forgot what my mom said.My dad usually prepares the ingredients for lunch early, so that's why my sibs and mom got food poisoning. Mystery (kinda) Solved!
December 31, 2oo9
It was New Year's Eve night. My family and I were having Media Noche. We ate tons of good food including the tasty Minestrone Soup we ate for lunch. Since I was so full on so many things, I decided not to finish my share of Minestrone Soup. I didn't know that I was pretty lucky not to do so when...
January 1, 2010
I woke up and went down the stairs. I saw my little sister lying down on the sofa, resting. I asked what's wrong with her. My mom replied that she threw up that morning. My brother later on also threw up and my mom said she threw up to. It was pretty weird; especially when I saw my brother's puke. You guys may think I'm gross, but I noticed all the ingredients of the Minestrone all mashed. The puke was also similar to my Mom's and Sisters. I noticed Mashed macaroni and potatoes (ingredients of my Dad's Minestrone). I even noticed the crushed herbs that even became more crushed. It's obviously got to be the soup
I was afraid. It was a good thing I didn't eat the soup the night before. I mean...if my brother(who can EAT ANYTHING regardless of expiry date and not get a stomach ache) threw up, I would, too. And I would puke an ocean. I told my Dad and he said if it was the soup, he would've thrown up, too since he ate it last night. But the majority of the family got sick and a person like me who isn't even Sherlock Holmes would know it was due to food poisoning from the Minestrone. It could also be the pots and and pans used. Probably some insect like cockroaches touched them and no one knew so they just used it anyway.
Some weeks after...
The Minestrone Mystery became a forgotten case. No one ever spoke of it. My sister thinks it was the cornicks she ate and never ate them again after throwing up on Jan. 1. But then my Mom told us about what she saw on Yahoo! about onions(which was also an ingredient in the soup). She said once chopped, it has to be used right away. No leftover; you have to use the whole onion. Why? Because if you store the leftover onion and use it again and/or use the chopped onions hours after it had been chopped, it can cause food poisoning. Why will it cause food poisoning, I forgot what my mom said.My dad usually prepares the ingredients for lunch early, so that's why my sibs and mom got food poisoning. Mystery (kinda) Solved!
Monday, February 15, 2010
The Thing with Love...
I've never been in love. People will either be happy and encourage me to do greater things in life or people will pity me for being NBSB.
It was never a big deal for me. I have to admit; there are times when I want to know what it feels like to have your hands held by someone who loves you very much. I want to know what it feels like to dress up for dates whatever the occasion is. But then I think of how irked I am when I think of accepting flowers (Never liked flowers, really), talking about the future of our relationship (I'll be sick if I do) and think about what's good for the both of us than thinking of myself.
I'm very selfish(but not in a way that I won't share my Piattos). I see it this way if there are times I want to experience being in love: I won't have to share a small piece of cake. I'll get to enjoy it in a way that it may be small, but it's all mine.
Okay...I'm not an open person to love, but it all goes down by how much hurt I've seen couples--married or not--experience. I hate seeing women who give everything to their man and never save some for themselves. I know I won't be like that. People say to me that I shouldn't say that since I've never been deeply in love. But there's an obvious lesson from the situation and I choose to follow it.
I'm young and not allowed to date. Probably I'll get a different perspective if I DO date. But then, this is how I think of love
It was never a big deal for me. I have to admit; there are times when I want to know what it feels like to have your hands held by someone who loves you very much. I want to know what it feels like to dress up for dates whatever the occasion is. But then I think of how irked I am when I think of accepting flowers (Never liked flowers, really), talking about the future of our relationship (I'll be sick if I do) and think about what's good for the both of us than thinking of myself.
I'm very selfish(but not in a way that I won't share my Piattos). I see it this way if there are times I want to experience being in love: I won't have to share a small piece of cake. I'll get to enjoy it in a way that it may be small, but it's all mine.
Okay...I'm not an open person to love, but it all goes down by how much hurt I've seen couples--married or not--experience. I hate seeing women who give everything to their man and never save some for themselves. I know I won't be like that. People say to me that I shouldn't say that since I've never been deeply in love. But there's an obvious lesson from the situation and I choose to follow it.
I'm young and not allowed to date. Probably I'll get a different perspective if I DO date. But then, this is how I think of love
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