End Of The World

I have received again another message about the end of the world... what a fool they are!

Oh yeah! It's the end of the world-- a very funny joke. I don't know what to say-- especially to those who panic because of those nonsense. I hate their over acting panics. Sheez! Hello?! End of the world!? They're kidding.

First of my arguments is that the end can not be happening as in now. I heard first about this issue ( the "end of the world" issue) when I was just 7 years old. Imagine that! If that was true, well, I am now part of the dust or worst part of the subatomic particles of the universe. But I'm not! So those freaks are just scaring their ass off.

Second. Look at their reason. Asteriods, Great calamities, aliens and other stupid things. I'm not saying that these reasons are unreal or impossible to happen, but just think. Oh yeah! Asteriod is a real thing. The global warming that cause great calamities are true. Still we don't have to panic. On the second thought, this warnings may result to a good outcome if we take it as a purpose to become better from what we are-- to be prepare or to really avoid these things. Just don't freak out!

Last of my ideas is written in the Bible. Sorry to those who do not believe to this holy book. Well I will not talk about what I discovered. It's up to you to seek. Seek and you shall find. Knock and the door shall be open.

God Bless and have a year of pupose.

A Letter To Myself: Grow Up!

What's up? Oops! No need to answer. I know you're very fine. Just as always, you were just fooling around. Oh yes I know! I know you since the very start. You love to play, mingle, pass time with nothing important to do. That's how people know you. That's how your personality touched others. It seems that life for you is light. You're an easy-going guy and many appreciate you for that. Because of you, the days of many is brightened. With your smiles, you made people see that in every after the rain, there's a rainbow. With your out-bursting laughter, people around you realize that living is not that bad.
I know people have known and loved you being the happy-go-lucky guy. You are the comforter that uses jokes and a childish personality to give light. I like you for that. Actually, I, myself benefited from your kicking self. I remember when you bursted with laughter after lamenting for our lolo's death. You seemed crazy that time. Everyone then was weeping with thorough sorrow, yet upon hearing you cry while laughing, everyone also laughs at you. Our sorrows was lessen by then. I remember what you say, then. "Di gusto ni Lolo na makita tayo na umiiyak. At saka bakit tayo iiyak? Di ba nasa langit na si Lolo? Dapat nga matuwa tayo." You said it with those smiling teary eyes. We are comforted by those words and smiles. By the way, thanks!
But, I will tell you this. Sometimes, I don't like you as that childish guy. Not at all times your a child. I know that that child part must not be remove but still you must learn to be matured. You're not a child anymore. You're nearing adulthood. You must go back to the full reality. Enough with those child fantasies. Be serious. Stop those fooling around. Think and act as a mature guy. You need to discern when to play and when to do things seriously. I know it's is lovely to be a child- you play, draw and think without worrying about your future-, but we need to face reality that every years that passed add to our age. Act accordingly to your age.
I know God can help you to take that maturity. God is with those who trust in Him.
Grow up, yet still dance. Grow up, but still retain those childish enthusiasm in life. Grow up!

Don't Play with Love

I really love to relax. Minsan makikita mo na lang ako na nakahiga o di kaya ay nakaupo sa isang tabi.... nakikinig lang ng kapaligiran. Lagi nga ako napagkakamalang tamad dahil sa hilig kong ito. But, hindi iyon ang topic ko ngayon.(tawa) Nais kong ipahayag sa inyo ang saloobin ko tungkol sa bumagabag sa akin habang minsa'y nagpapahinga ako.

Masarap makinig sa radyo. Lalo na kung maririnig mo ang paborito mong tugtog. Pero ng panahong iyon nabagabag ako ng marinig ko ang dj na magsabi na "Loving is just like playing". Noong una, I didn't paid much attention to it, but the words rung a bell in my cerebrum. May mali sa sinabi ng dj. Alam kong may mali.

Tunay nga bang "Loving is just like playing"? Playing? Talaga? Correct me if I am wrong. Playing is parallel to fooling around. I thought love is a serious thing. Playing is not loving, and loving is not playing. Alam ko parang wala nang sense ang sinasabi ko pero it is alarming that most people didn't take love as a serious thing. Laro lang sa kanila ang pagmamahal.

Ganun iyon e. Laro lang sa kanila ang pagmamahal kaya madali lang sa kanila paglaruan ang iba. Madali lang sa kanila ang mang-iwan na parang walang nangyari. Madali sa kanila kumuha ng girlfriend o boyfriend o asawa. Ang masama pa doon e, ipinagmamalaki pa nilang player sila... as in pinaglalaruan nila ang iba. They boast the number of their boyfriend/girlfriend/wives/husband. They proudly laugh about people they have hurt because of their fooling around. Uso na nga ang buwan buwan iba ang karelasyon mo. tsk tsk tsk. Malala!

Honestly, I haven't experience having a partner but I still know how to hurt and be hurt. I know their feelings. Masakit. Sobra. Tao naman sila. Hindi laruan na pagkatapos paglaruan ng bata e iiwan nalang nila sa tabi. Desolated. Abandoned. Wrecked. Wala tayong karapatan na paglaruan ang pagmamahal ng iba.

So balik tayo. Love is not a thing to be fooled around. If you love, love seriously. Consider na tao iyan- may ulo, paa, kamay, utak, puso at pagkatao. Tulad mo rin sila. Don't ever enter the parameters of love if hindi ka rin seryoso- lalo kung hindi mo naman talaga mahal ang tao iyon. Loving is not fooling around. When you enter it, in your hands are life and death. Nakasalalay sa'yo ang future ng nakapaligid sa iyo maging ng buhay mo.

Pa, I'm saying I love you..

      I love my father... But it doesn't show. I know he loves me, but he is not showing me. Maybe that's the way it is. Men don't show a lot of their emotions aside from anger and fiery. We, emphasizing the Filipinos, are accustomed that father's are less affectionate than mothers. Father's show less love but show their strict serious face. They are known to be disciplinarian. Children are afraid to make their fathers angry, for if they do, they will not face it without a heavy punishment.

     I know it. I have experience all of those. I experienced being yelled with long sermons, felt the pain of his punch, was hit with his enormous sinews and suffer his almost unwavering madness. I have felt it. Yes, I have.

     Even with all of these, I still love my father. I admit that I have kept grudges or even hatred to the man who made the possibility my existence, but I realize that keeping these things just made me farther away to him.

    Then I realized, he was just drawing a strong image of himself in us. He doesn't want that his children will see that their daddy is a weakling. He kept an example for us of being strong, brave and firmly standing.

     This is my writing for my father, who I know love me even without saying. This is for my father. Though imperfections mock him, no one can erase the mark he made for me- the vision he is transfering on me. I cared for him. Truly, Pa, this is for you.

A Letter To Myself: Always A Friend

Ahm! Well, hello! I really don't know if how I will start this letter. I find it hard to put thoughts into words. I don't have the courage to tell this personally, thinking that you may reject me. This letter is my way of letting you know what I've got inside.

First thing, first. I'm sorry .Very sorry. I'm sorry for judging you. Though you don't know all about it, I feel guilty about judging you. You're right when you have said that we don't know Who you are and how you became like that. You are mysterious as you are. You may have experienced stuffs which we haven't, so we have no rights to limit you in a standard that is not you. I know you're hurt and I'm sorry for that.

You are dear to me. I treated you as one of my closest friend. Maybe, you noticed sometimes that I open-up to you. I trust you, that's why. It's how I trust a brother like you. I don't expect that you give me back the treatment. I cannot say this to you personally, because I'm afraid that you will think that I'm too emotional and attached to you.

One thing, friend, I have treated you as a friend and I will always do. Though we are exactly different, even we have different perspective and even you reject me, I will always be a friend.

The Legal Killer: PANINIGARILYO

Government warning: Smoking is dangerous to your health.
Ilang beses na ba nating naririnig ang mga katagang ito? Kailan yung huli? Kanina? Kahapon? O ngayon lang ulit?
Hindi ba kayo nagtataka na kung masama pala sa ating kalusugan ang paninigarilyo, bakit meron paring nagsisigarilyo? Aba't legal pa ito!
Ikaw naninigarilyo ka ba? Aminin. O baka, tagasinghot ka ng mga usok ng mga tagahithit-buga?

Smoking to our youth
Minsan nagkuwento ang isang kaibigan tungkol sa isa niya ring kaibigan. Sobra ang panghihinayang niya sa taong iyon. Bata pa, matalino, guwapo, may kaya rin sa buhay at may magandang kinabukasan pa sana, kaso nagpakatanga sa pagsisigarilyo. Tinawag na nga daw siyang sunog baga ng mga kaibigan niya, ngunit di pa rin mahinto ang pagiging niyang chain smoker.
Isang araw, dinapuan siya ng isang nakakahawang sakit. Tuberculosis. At di rin naglaon siya'y namatay. Nakakapanghinayang nga naman. Bata pa sa edad ng labing siyam ay nasayang na ang buhay. Malay natin. Sa kakayanan ng kabataang iyon, kaya niyang magtayo ng isang negosyo na tutulong sa ating mga walang trabahong kababayan. Iyan e kung hindi siya naadik sa paninigarilyo, nagkasakit at namatay. Wala nang pagkakataong mangyari pa ang pangarap niya sa buhay. Sayang!
Sabi nga ng isang quote: "In smoking, you will not grow old, you'll die young". meron namang nagsasabi ng ganito, "Do you believe in the life after death? Smoke and know the answer". Sarcastic pero sapul! Totoo. Kung sawa ka na nga talaga sa buhay mo edi sige magsigarilyo ka. Isa lang ang ibig mong sabihin. Walang kwenta ka. Walang halaga ang ibinigay sa'yo ng Diyos na buhay.

Smoking in our family
Mahal mo ba ang pamilya mo? Ang mga anak mo? Ang magulang mo? Ang mga kapatid mo? Ang asawa mo? Ang aso nyo? Oo. E bakit ka nagsisigarilyo? Hindi mo ba alam na unti-unti mo pinapatay ang sarili mo kasabay ng pamilya mo? Ngayon alam mo na. Magsisigarilyo ka pa ba? Oo parin? Ang tigas ng ulo!
Sa isang bahay na puno ng nagsisigarilyo at tanging isa lamang ang hindi. Unang mamamatay ang non-smoker. Bakit? Ang second-hand smoke ay mas nakakamatay. Iyong nakikilanghap ang mas maraming nakukuha na nakakalasong kemikal kaysa sa naninigarilyo. Unlike sa naninigarilyo, di na kaya ibuga ulit ng nakalanghap iyong usok na nasinghot nila.
Ngayon, sabihing mong mahal mo pamilya mo, habang hinihithit mo iyang hawak mong sigarilyo, mababatukan kita.
May pagkakataong ang naninigarilyo ang nagkakasakit. Paano kung ikaw ang bumubuhay sa pamilya mo? Paano kung ikaw ay magkasakit dahil sa sigarilyo at mamatay? Paano na ang maiiwan mong pamilya?
Paano kung magkasakit ka sa baga dahil sa paghihit mo ng sigarilyo? Mahal ngayong magkasakit no! Gamot palang, butas na ang bulsa mo. Imbes makatulong ka sa pamilya mo, pabigat ka pa. Magdudusa ka na, kasama mo pa ang pamilya mo sa dusa. Tsk tsk tsk. Miserable!
Magpapakamatay ka na lang, mangdadamay ka pa ng ibang tao. Manghahawa ka pa ng sakit, dusa at hirap. Kapag namatay ka naman, mahal din. Kailangan pang gumastos ng pera sa lamay at libing. Tsk tsk tsk. Hay naku, kung hindi ka pa makonsensya!

Smoking in our planet
Nararamdaman mo ba ang Global Warming? ang climate change? Kung hindi, manhid ka!
Ano ang sanhi nito? Isa iyang paninigarlyo sa sanhi. Nagbubuga ka yata ng carbon monoxide, isang global warming agent. Tignan mo yan. Pati ang kapaligiran ay nasisira nang dahil sa'yo. Suicider ka na, killer pa, tapos ngayon terrorista pa ng nature. Tsk tsk tsk. Parehas ka na ng mga suicide bomber sa Iraq.

Ngayon. Maaaring isa ka pang legal na mamamatay tao at kapaligiran, pero sabi nga nila, "crime does pay". Sige pa sigarilyo lang, ikaw rin. Nasa huli ang pagsisisi.

Bad Cheetahs

      Chemicals... Pollution... Nature destruction...

     People refer to this as the flow of the destruction of our Mother Earth. The start of the chain are chemicals, which is the product of Chemists. Unfair but some souls do blame chemist for the slowly dying planet. Are chemist that bad?

      I am a chemist, but I'm not writing for a chemist's side. I'm writing for fairness sake. I write as an individual who seek the true reason of this unwanted situation, the destruction of our environment.

True. Chemist are responsible in bring out chemicals, or we refer to it as substances. These chemicals are produce to aid the modernity of man's age. These are produce for the sake of helping mankind and not to destroy them. Terrorism aside, these destructable things, brought by chemists, was first used for a noble job. What is the sense of producing these chemicals if it's purpose is to just cause death?

Yes. Terrorism use these chemicals to destroy. Atomic bombs are made of it. But it all started when a chemist named Albert Nobel first device a dynamite. He have done it not to kill but to help miners.

Someone have said that chemist must be responsible to all of the earth's destruction, because they made these poisons. Added to that, without these things that was made by chemists, the public would not be introduce using such chemicals. Ouch. I thought chemist are the one who think of things to able people to cope up with it's running age. The moderning of age is there and a chemist's work is to supply the needs of the demanding man.

     All is not the chemist's fault. We must also blame ordinary people in this destruction. They are the one who use and dispose those chemicals, right? They lack the discipline how to handle these chemist's products. We are all responsible. It's our fault. Not only mine, or yours, or theirs. It's ours. We are both residing here, on this planet, that we both hold the responsibility... a responsibility to be a good steward of this borrowed domain.

     Lack of discipline... destruction agents... Nature's destruction... that's the right flow.

Primera

Hala! Eto na nga! Di ko alam kung ano nga ba ang isususlat ko dito. Sa totoo lang, wala naman talaga akong isusulat. (tawa) Sinusubukan ko lang na mag-post ng kahit ano dito. Anyway, nandito na ako, edi karerin na natin 'to.
Una sa lahat, bakit nga ba ako nagsusulat? Magandang tanong 'yan. The reality is I don't like writing. I'm not fond of writing, even people say I'm a good writer. (ahem!) Hindi ko hilig ang magsulat lalo na siguro ang rewriting. Ako ang taong walang notes sa klase, tamad mag-jot down at walang pasensya sa mahabang book to notebook copying. Ewan ko nga at nagagawa ko ngayong magsulat (well iba nga pala ang typing sa writing). Ngayon ano ang dahilan ko? Marami akong ideas, reflections at kung anu anso pa na di na kaya ng utak kong i-accommodate, kaya no choice ako kundi magsulat. Inuunahan ko na kayo na maaaring mali-mali ang grammar ko o yung sentence stucture ko... patawad po.

Ikalawa, ano naman ang isusulat ko? May kabuluhan ba ang mga ito? Naku! Sa ngayon, di ko pa alam ang mga isusulat ko. Isa lang ang sigurado ako. Ang mga isusulat ko ay apektado tayo lahat. Alam kong blog ito, ngunit nais ko i-share din sa iyo ang ilan kong obra (kung anuman yun, abangan mo na lang). Depende din sa iyo kung may halaga ang mga salita ko.
Ikatlo, ano ang pananaw mo sa sarili mo? Hala! Ang hirap sagutin ng tanong ko sa sarili ko. Di bale na! Sagutin ko na rin. (tawa) Ako ang taong katok. Magsasalita ako minsan ng punong puno ng sense, minsan walang walang sense at minsan may sense pero parang wala (bahala na lang kayo umintindi). Mabuti akong tao, kaya sana walang matakot sa akin.(tawa)
Hay! Hangang dito na lang. Sa susunod ulit tayo mag-usap, mag-tsismisan, magkulitan, magprangkahan atbp. Dios mabalos! Bless God then God bless!