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Monday, July 04, 2005
In this world of uncertainty, the height of uncertainty is Falling in Love. Women have always been trapped in this waiting game called Love. Men are again placed in the pedestal. Some women believe that men would saunter into their lives and everything will fall into place. Women allow themselves to be discriminated by playing the pathetic role as subservient serf to their masters. Sometimes, I cannot comprehend how women sought for equality, when all their actions run counter to what they pledge. Their love quandary is borne out of insecurity. Women cannot be blamed solely because they are kept hanging by the moment. These women either strengthen the resolve to hold on or crumble into shattered pieces. When the bastion of love is unsure, they tend to feel bereft and naked. Their wary soul seeks refuge that only men can assuage.
I read before that women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. The men
don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy. So the apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, THEY'RE amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the
tree.
YOU'RE A GOOD APPLE.
-a tribute to a friend who is still waiting...
Posted at 03:29 pm by dimasalang4
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Sunday, July 03, 2005
A blast from the past ushered in as I heard students heatedly and passionately discuss the wiretapping issue that created a catastrophe over President Arroyo's governance. I am thinking of a friend's love problem when I heard the passionate stance of the students on the issue. I smiled as I reminisce how I was as an activist. I was nothing if not deviant. I have taken pride that the University has ingrained the socialist perspective in me. I go against the very grain of conventional chad. I remember how I religiously joined barricades way back in College to "free the oppressed from the shackles of injustice and imperial bondage". Where there is injustice, I would bravely clamor for change in the pavement... where there is corruption, we will take the battle in the streets and paralyze the traffic! We wanted our sentiments to be heard the only way we know how, and that's by taking the battle of the masses to the proletariat's territory- the street. I firmly believed that masses should be enfranchised, that change should always be geared towards the betterment of the Filipino people, "Makibaka, Wag matakot!" was my mantra.
It seemed like eons have passed since those rebellious years... Those times were nearly placed in total oblivion. My thoughts now encompass money, love or lack of it, showbiz buzz, trends, and other shallow preoccupation. I nearly forgot those moments when I used to think that I can single handedly change the world. Times when I thought there is more to life than financial gratification. I used to nurture a dream of making a difference... that I would walk the grounds that our great heroes undauntedly trailed.
Perhaps Life is a cycle. Of knowing, of believing, of fighting, conceding, bending and finally accepting. I am in a phase where I have accepted the veritable truth that the world is an immensely problematic place which cannot be saved by small benevolent acts of kindness and justice. How I percive things now may be tainted by years of living. One hard thruth I discerned over the years of injustice is that the plight of the masses is a recurring issue. I remember how I used to passionately discuss with my parents the government's corruption, the unfair impositions of World Bank, the Trapos in Philippines politics. Nothing can add fire to my already incensed state than to see them tiredly shrug off the issues as passe'.
Today, I see myself as a jaded citizen. The passion that moved me to battle against the buereacracy has lost its luster. Amidst the issues faced by the government that irked the ire of the masses, I find myself shrugging my shoulders...
The Filipino masses have been taken for a ride. We have been lured, coaxed, abused and devoured... Now that I am older, I think I have learned to expect less and give less. This does not make me any happier. Hard truth does not alter the fact that it was a good feeling to fight and live with hope that there would be a better tomorrow! When one cease to fight, then once's hope is curtailed. I know better now, but that does not make me feel any better!
Posted at 08:30 pm by dimasalang4
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Saturday, July 02, 2005
Darkness reigned in the four core chambers. Enraged emotions emanate from the core. Scornful voices decimate all semblance of banality. These atrocious emotions have been ensconced for a long time. The day of reckoning was triggered by this forsaken state. The contemptuous hearth of antipathy is escalating and the desire to scourge thy transgressor is fervent. The once scalded skin has been fortified, the somber emotions have dissipated and replaced by potent angst and passion to avenge...
Posted at 05:55 pm by dimasalang4
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Tuesday, June 14, 2005
For almost two weeks now, I have lived in a vacuum. The vestige of apathy is obvious in the way I gobble my food, my lethargy despite the escalating school requirements, my inability to write... When I put a halt on weaving words to express my emotions, then I sure am not lucid.
I am neither forlorn nor ecstatic. My heart is devoid of its usual zest. In this locus of slumber, I am no better than a damsel in distress without a knight to move me out of this stupor. Is this a latent manifestation of pre spinsterhood lot (knock on the wood)? Is lack of romantic involvement taking its toll on me? Is this rooted from my lackluster job and my equally sterile sex life? Has my rebellious nature been tamed? Is this an impetus to a bleak lifetime ahead?
These thoughts make me shudder... I tried to write an entry to assure myself that this is a phase and not my forsaken fate...
Dimasalang
Posted at 07:31 pm by dimasalang4
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Monday, May 30, 2005
I remember Wency Cornejo's song, it says something like " ... got to be conventional, you can't be so radical..." What the heck, I wont succumb to such inanity. Freewill is the essence of humanity! We can't afford to be ruled by trapos!
People with no depth has very little grasp on reality. They tend to judge people as they place themselves in the pedestal, sitting on their laurels and playing the role of Hades. Their boxed prescriptions are limiting and strangling. Prejudiced, antiquated, typical, and stupid! That's who they really are... If they will get down to their high horse, they will see that beyond their lackluster crown is a hollow mind...
Posted at 11:26 am by dimasalang4
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Thursday, May 26, 2005
Deception cocoons me from the atrocious repartee. My nonchalant veneer deceives the gullible. In my sheltered, raveled emotions, I nurse a budding emotion...never clamoring for attention, never boisterous in my assumptions, never expecting anything in return.
The fear of being found out is a quandary that creates havoc to my emotions. Unrequited love may be prosaic but I find solace in my anonymity. He is my Nemo, swimming his way to the very core of my heart. Trite but true, I can empathize with an excerpt from a poem:
"...I love you in silence... dream of you from afar
Worship you form a distance...
In silence then will I just love you
In silence then will I just care
Because in silence, I find the fulfillment of my dreams."
Posted at 06:44 pm by dimasalang4
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Wednesday, May 25, 2005
Palawan is a place to remember... All my descriptions could not adequately capture the beauty of the place and the experience that I had. Palawan is a paradise for those who want to experience nature at its finest... It equals Bora in its exquisite beaty without the metropolitan ambience.
Me and the PG girls (Thea, Joan and Van) are the Virgins on Trip. Despite our meager funds, we found happiness in the most mundane stuff. In Palawan I snorkeled and swam as if there's no tomorrow. Most importantly, I hurt my ear in the process... But I do not have regrets. Every single moment is a GEM that I will keep embedded in my heart. Cheers to all the Virgins on Trip who mustered enough courage...
Posted at 12:01 pm by dimasalang4
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Tuesday, May 24, 2005
 
Virgins on Trip...  
Thea, Van, Joan and I embarked in 4 day sojourn to the rich Island of Puerto Prinsesa, Palawan.
Puerto Prinsesa Palawan: departure time 8:00am
1st day: city tour
Acivities: Visit to Mitra's house, butterfly garden, palawan museum, market and crocodile farm
    
2nd day: Underground cave (may mga bats, ibon, stalactites, stalagmites)
    
Sabang Beach
Activities: Caving, swimming
3rd day: Island hopping in honda bay (snake island, pandan island) Side trip in luli island and starfish island
Activities: Snorkling, swimming, sun bathing, shopping for our pasalublong in the pier
 
4th day: Swimming in our "pool front" Asturias hotel
Puerto Prinsesa Palawan: Departure time 10:30 am
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Thursday, May 19, 2005
Isang araw bago kami pumunta Palawan para sa apat na araw na byahe, pumunta ako sa Patient First para ipasuri ang aking naghihilom na tenga.
Muli, inilagay ang masakitna aparato sa tenga ko at ininda ko na naman ang sakit. Bago kami umalis, pinaalalahanan pa ako ng doktor, "bawal na bawal ang swimming". Paulit ulit ang babla ni Dok na parang may halong pagbabanta. Tumango lamang ako para bigyang tuldok ang paulit ulit na pag uusap namin. Pagkatapo, sumadya ako sa Landmark para bumili ng speedo na earplug. Sabi nga ng kasabihan, "Live each day as if it is your last..." Un ang tuntunin ko sa buhay.
Kinagabihan, inihanda ko ang aking mga gamit. Minsan pumapasok ang sinabi ng doktor sa isip ko pero bahala na! Inihanda ko na ang gamit ko para sa flght bukas, swim suit, googles, snorkling gear, at ang pinakamahalaga, ang ear plugs...
Posted at 07:15 pm by dimasalang4
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Monday, May 16, 2005
Beyond the cool facade is an ocean of mystery. In this typically temporal world, people tend to look at the obvious, the latent, the superficial. Such boring and shallow preoccupation. Vociferous exuberance easily beguiles people. They no longer take time to see what lies beneath. They tend to find a common cameo, beautiful to look at but hollow underneath.
No ordinary cameo is rare but precious. In this uncertain sea, s/he will strive to keep afloat by going against the tide. Conventional perspective is an antiquated view, deviance is a rule; however, it should never be mistaken to mere subversion.They may not reach the pinnacle of success because of this damn forsaken bureaucracy but they are made formidable for making a difference. Firm stance armored with principled beliefs. They are the minority, sometimes unheeded, their clamor unheard. They may not win the games but they win the battle...
 --dimasalang (No Ordinary Cameo)
Posted at 06:55 pm by dimasalang4
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