worthy enough

tragedy is when your blog, the only place where you put your heart out and shout and scream like no one cares, doesnt feel like home. anymore.
and i am feeling tragic right now. i am out of words not because the events that happened in between the last post and this have been too awesome or magical (mind me, they havent) but because i am not able to squeeze whatever there is left to squeeze. that the only thing that has been with you all this time has left you, you feel betrayed. and empty.
hence, the abscence of posts. even with this, life still feels a little too much of a tragedy.
i do deserve my happily ever after, too. don't i?

they say so.

Men are just happier people -- what do you expect from such simple creatures?

Your last name stays put. The garage is all yours. Wedding plans take care of themselves. Chocolate is just another snack. You can be President. You can never be pregnant. You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park. You can wear NO shirt to a water park. Car Mechanics tell you the truth. The world is your urinal. You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too icky. You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt. Same work, more pay. Wrinkles add character. Wedding dress, $5000. Tux rental, $100. People never stare at your chest when you are talking to them. The occasional well-rendered belch is practically expected. New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet. One mood all the time. Phone conservations are over in 30 seconds flat. You know stuff about tanks. A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase. You can open all of your own jars. You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness. If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend. Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack. Three pairs of shoes are more than enough. You almost never have strap problems in public. You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes. Everything on your face stays its original color. The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe even decades. You only have to shave your face and neck. You can play with toys all your life. Your belly usually hides you big hips. One wallet and one pair of shoes one color for all seasons. You can wear shorts no matter what how your legs look. You can "do" your nails with a pocket knife. You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache. You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes.

No wonder men are happier.

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but are they really happy?

out of words

i look up and remember that
we settled for another kind of lunacy.
another form of madness.

once again.

backward going fast forward

It has always been a question of how well we fast track our lives to run in pace with it; and never vice versa. Technology will not stop for us. It will continue running its course no matter how many lives it leaves behind.

Students who have been born and believed to survive without a computer find this piece of technology rather bothersome. Everything now comes in an instant. One touch, one click and viola… you get what you want. However, this principle doesn’t work for those who were born to believe that easy come is easy go. That hard work is the only tactic one could flawlessly pull through life.

Companies and corporations have been linking themselves online with high hopes of employment. But this has a benefit heavily concentrated to the urban people depriving those in the rural areas of a job they badly need. That is why the poverty threshold, the minimum amount of income per family, in rural areas have been going uphill. Simple, they do not get a job. They do not have the right information that there is. They do not have enough computer equipments to know that there exists information.

And while urban yuppies are busying themselves for online applications of passports and visas, those in the rural areas are desperately dropping every inch of effort just for a fare to the city. Everything for an overheard job fair.

But the rural population is not composed of subhuman beings. Their needs and aspirations are similar to those living in urban areas—bound to meet reality and not be trashed after each and every technological breakthrough. Technology development should take place keeping what they have in total view.

Most of the technology development that takes place for rural areas is carried out with an aim to keep it simple so that the devices can be made rural themselves. And for some time, the emphasis of technology developers for rural areas has been on catering for needs (with small improvement) rather than creating a demand. But are they supposed to shift their gears? In the name of advancement, yes.

The need for rural technology development should be recognized; for a problem isn’t problem at all with denial present. Rural areas having higher market potentials must be taken note of. Then a project could be collaborated by the industrial sector, NGOs, LGUs, researchers and workers.

Technology developers should not shy away from complex and sophisticated technologies for rural areas. They only need to have a good plan. They only need to base their plan with what is present, something deficient from the theories formulated on them.

But the question of as to whom the technology is created for should not be set aside. Rural areas are different from that of the urban. Their conditions call for another set of solutions. The economic situation of these people precludes any or little participation in this process. However, if presented properly and given the right aims… their seemed inability to earn big and earn well do not have anything to do with their ability to push themselves to development.

when..

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theirs were sealed.
ours were'nt.
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when water defeats blood

her tears call in sorrow.
her words of hatred.
emotions of which i am too proud to lay yet too mastered to learn all over again.
i will not go on why-parading on these events.
i will not point fingers. i will, instead, name names.

lo,
i have stopped loving you since you wanted us to move out. i figured i never had the heart to love you, i just had enough patience to listen to your elderly rants and pleas. and now my heart has grown cold.
i have stopped loving you since you disowned her.
because in disowning her,
you disowned us.

you speak like that of a ceo and treat us like your no-good employees. you reduce us into futile beings incapable of nothing. as if we are mistakes... and our lives major fiascoes. you rank us third in your life preceded by your millions and the friends who stick to them like flypaper. think of that as an isolated case where water defeats blood. or maybe, it was what you lived all along.
we never came first.
you and your prideful figures do.


so go, bury yourself in them. and we'll happily throw in coins and bills and bpi gold accounts as we let earth swallow you six times six times six feet under and when god knows when.
you get what you are ever greedy of.
rejoice.

disowned,
author

conquer pheromones

Suitcases and travel bags
If you're ever coming back
Just leave a couple of things for me
Oh, leave me your sweet perfume
Spray it around the room
And I'll pray that you'll come home soon

-gabe bondoc

a tribute to the 22's of the world

When you came, you were like red wine and honey,
And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.
Now you are like morning bread,
Smooth and pleasant.
I hardly taste you at all for I know your savour,
But I am completely nourished.

A Decade by Amy Lowell

need i say more?

sil·hou·ette (sl-t)
an outline that appears dark against a light background

'hid·ing (hIding)

the activity of keeping something secret



oh yes, secrets. they make the world go round.

and round.




and round.

sad post for 08

see?

i cannot write whenever happy. i still have to induce drama and tag along the waterworks for the words to spill. but this time. this night. i didn't have to. everything happened otherwise.

i miss you.

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tell me when your coming back, ok?
that is if you are.
if you aren't, here's to just hoping.