Child's Eyes

This post was supposed to be a father's day post but my busy schedule did not allow me to blog on that day.

But I'm blogging it anyway...

So to the man we always look up to...
To our first hero even before Superman or Batman or ironman got into the picture and took over our childhood...

You will always be a hero in your child's eyes.

The Power to Control Your Power

I'm a fan of X-Men movies. I've seen all of them and even have my own DVD copy of their first trilogy and so with the Wolverine trilogy.

And I just recently watched the third part of the X-Men : First Class trilogy (which is the X-Men : Apocalypse) and more than just the awesome effects that, well, everybody is expecting, I would like to share the moral lesson that every X-Men movie has thought us, even from the beginning - and that is the difference between POWER AND CONTROL.

It was the same lesson from the very first X-Men movie up to this very recent one.

That power and control are two different thing. Some might think that Jean Grey is the underdog that is actually more powerful than Charles since she is the great Phoenix. But I always believed that Charles is the greater one.

For one reason - CONTROL.

If you are powerful and so powerful that you cannot control your power then you are not that powerful at all because your power controls you. But if you can control your power then that means you are more powerful than your own power. And that is what real power is... Control.

And great minds can control what the power of emotions can do. Emotions are powerful enough to destroy you. So to control your emotions is power beyond your power.

the Eagle and the Lark

He is an eagle who knows how to soar and you are just a lark who knows how to sing.

Leadership is tough.

And we (voters) don't buy such angelic face with a heart of a witch and a capability of a puppet.

#bbm4vp
#notoleni
#dayaangmatuwid
#bbm

Insights of the Daughter of the Brown Cardinal

Vote wisely.

Pero paano nga ba ito magagawa?

Sa pag boto, alamin mo ang kandidato sa sarili mo mismo. Hindi yung nuod lang ng nuod ng TV at puro social media lang ang papaniwalaan mo. Kase sa TV may bayad ang mga iyan, kaya malamang magaganda lang ang makikita mong ginagawa nila, kahit naman sino pag nasa harap ng camera akala mo lahat mabuti. Huwag din puro social media, kase yung iba dyan imbento lang.

Sa mga kabataan na tulad ko na hindi na din umabot sa Martial law. Kung gusto mo talaga mag siyasat sa mga nangyari noon, huwag ka sa TV o sa social media mag hanap ng kasagutan.

Mag tanong ka kay manong driver na medyo may edad na, yung umabot pa noong martial law, o kaya dun kay lola sa may tindahan na pinag bibilhan mo ng coke, para malaman mo ang totoong nangyari at dun mo malalaman kung bakit iba ang kwento nila sa mga napag-aralan natin sa libro. Bakit hindi tugma ang mga sinasabi nila sa ibinabalita at ipinapakita sa TV. Bakit sa bibig mismo nila nang gagaling na mas mapayapa pa ang bansa noong Martial law. Bakit mas maunlad noon kesa ngayon.

Ikaw mismo ang mag tanong at mag hanap ng kasagutan.

Huwag ka maniwala sa napapanuod mo sa TV dahil malamang bayad yan.

Huwag din basta maniwala sa social media agad dahil malay mo kamag-anak nila yan. Mas maniwala ka dun sa ordinaryong tao na mag sasabi sayo mismo ng karanasan nila. Yung alam mong hindi sila binayaran at hindi rin kamag-anak.

Ngayon naman sasabihin mo "change is coming"...

Sa totoo lang, kahit sino pa ang maging presidente natin kung sa araw-araw naman na ginawa ng Diyos eh gagawin mong park yung kalsada nyo, mag-lalakad ka kasama ng aso mo para doon mo ito padumihin, kahit sinong presidente hindi malilinis ang bansa natin. Ang pag babago nag sisimula dapat sa sarili.

Kung sa tuwing sasapit ang tag-ulan lagi mo nalang sasabihin "baha nanaman sa Espana", ang totoo, kahit ilang beses tayo mag-palit ng presidente, kung lahat naman ng dumadaan sa Espana ay mag tatapon ng balat ng candy o kaya ng plastic bottle sa mismong kalsada o kaya sa mga canal... walang sinong presidente ang makakapag- ahon ng Espana sa baha.

Ang pag babago ay nag sisimula hindi lang sa presidente, ito ay dapat mag simula sa lahat ng Filipino.

Gumising ka Juan Dela Cruz, huwag mong hintayin na lumabas muli ang katauhan ni Simoun kay Crisostomo Ibarra.

for it does not do well to dwell in the past.

a Cup of Coffee for Your Bitterness

 

Your tears glisten and laced with pain...
Growing weakness.
The crescent moon hangs in the past...
Paled with sickness.
Cold nights, too long, turned frost,
So hard to bear.
Love on that tower, alone and blue,
Frozen in despair.

The rain drums lightly on that crimson pane
Like a destiny written on a paper lined with pain
Distant dreams rise like incense in vain
Fluttering in the wind of change
Like a sweet dream turning savage
And melting into the night... like your image.


Chrysanthemums fall weeping to the ground without a soul,
Like traces of your smile on a yellowing scroll,
A heart so heavy even though it is so empty.
I found my heart in the dark streets of this cruel city.

My thoughts quietly rest as the north wind blows,
Your shadow so clear and close... like the dawn.
The only companion of my soul on that lake
Is a couple's reflection, but the other one is just a silhouette.

Breezes of the evening air.
Beauty entwined.
Scattered everywhere.

A fate so hard to swallow.
If only sadness do not cross rivers.
But like an autumn heart it will sink and shiver,
Drowning in longing...
You will not reach the other shore.

Hills and rivers echo the clamor of hooves,
My armor is shredded by the dividing hour of the bright sky, slowly turning dark.
Your sigh - soft as silk, weave a night of sorrow.
So fragile, so swift, like a spark.

Chrysanthemums sigh in the cool night air,
Traces of your smile on yellowing despair.
My heart is now empty.
My thoughts quietly rest.
The only companion of my soul on that lake is the shadow of the two of us.

The breathless whisper of a single verse,
As loneliness blossoms within my heart,
The shimmer of a single dream,
The memory of tenderness.
But the sting of love reignites my wounds,
In that moment when a single tear falls,
All hatred becomes a distant blur.
I can love you with all the I am,
But even this cannot return you to me.
From now on, I will live as a shadow,
Forever in the past.
Forever in the past.

For love is elusive if you search for it.
Fleeting if you capture it.

serious joke

OK... so how do I say this...
The name of our previous band was "end of summer" though it was not an official band, it was like a joke band but we talk about it in Facebook and the like... and all of a sudden they've changed their name in the alter of our band's name... how's that for an April fool's day?

Good Friday

"And no one knows except the both of us
And I have honored your request for silence
And you've washed your hands clean of this" - Alanis Morissette




(Years ago I wrote a post about Judas Iscariot, about how hard it is to be the chosen one to betray the holy one of God, but he has to do it for the word of God must come to pass and he was stuck in that dilemma. And that if ever Judas will get to heaven, I won't be surprise... because who are we to judge his heart and his actions. No one wrote this book of life saying that Judas is condemned to hell. So anyway, this post is not about Judas but the man who washed his hands clean.)


When we talk about Pontius Pilate the governor who led Jesus to crucifixion, people would have that crinkled nose and eyes for - well, they love Jesus so much that they would blame anyone that could cause the hurt of Jesus.

Well, points and points of views I respect their opinion, I mean that point that Pilate could have done something to prevent the crucifixion because he has the power to do so, like he could have fought for our saviour, he should have had the guts to stand for what he believes and for what is the truth - that That was a righteous man - the Son of the living God.
Yes, he could have done a lot of things, by the power vested on him, yes.
And what's with that famous cliche - "for evil to triumph it is sufficient for good men to do nothing"... the exact thing that happened way back then. Poor Pilate in the eyes of everybody. As he washed his hands clean of all the mess.

But aren't we all the same like him? When we are the only one who is against the tide aren't we like him, washing our hands clean just in case the pointing finger is about to blame. So who are we to judge the governor when we are all the same like him, having a conscience kept inside a coward heart. Power vested on us but with a tied hands.

And points and points of views again, it was all in the will of God. Pilate shared his own bitter part in the history of Christianity whether he liked it or not. And like Judas, they did not want to become the villains but God gave that bitter cup to them... who are they to refuse?

So I won't be surprise either if Pilate goes to heaven like Judas for they had their share of painful sacrifice, condemned names from history until now and I guess another thousand years. Their names will continue to be names of villains. But they did not say "no" to God when they were given that bitter part that would make the prophesy a history.

So next time we point our finger to blame, think again, we might washed our hands clean but our heart, still... filthy.


Blessed Good Friday.

Gethsemane

"And if all the world is perfect I would only ever wanna see your scars, you know they can have their universe, we'll be in the dirt designing stars." - S G



They were one of the best bands back when I was still in high school. And I could still remember back then when my everyday playlists were Composed of their songs.
...and until now, I still listen to their sounds.

Their song "So Beautiful " remains to be my favorite up to now. It makes me believe in love in spite of bitterness, - "like a faith without a clause to believe in it."