Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Morning Coffee


I was thinking of what I will buy later for my Naruto-obsessed office mate who helped installed the new OS(Windows 7) and programs in our fast-like-lightning-speed computer. Maybe a lunch pack but I decided to buy him a Starbucks drink instead. Speaking of Starbucks, I'm not really a fan of coffee. Maybe it does help to keep you awake specially for night crawlers like me, but it doesn't really give me the excitement of craving. Number 1: Buying a Starbucks drink will make my wallet skinny; Number 2: I'm a bit lactose-intolerant; and Number 3: I just don't like coffee too much.

Last Christmas, I bought my dad a gift, a Starbucks Red Thermo Mug. A few times this year, I saw in our washed dishes a Starbucks empty grande cup lined with the glasses. Turns out my dad re-uses the cup for stirring his coffee and takes it out with him when he goes for a trip. So there, I decided to buy him his own thermo mug so he won't have to recycle again. Recycling is good but I want to him to have his own so he can use it while out on a trip. I just hope he won't lose it.

Monday, December 28, 2009

Time Machine

I was browsing through my news feed in Facebook when I came across a friend's tagged pictures. I couldn't help myself from opening the album. I was struck and awed viewing the photos, wondering how the people back in that time lived their lives. I even called my mom and let her look at the photos asking her age during that time. She was probably 10 years old. I never imagined how Manila looked until those photos revealed the time when corruption was uncertain, poverty was absent, and just rules. Well, that's what I thought of. Thinking about the present makes me want to travel back in this time where the air is crisp and the sky is clear from smog. If this is Manila now, then imagined how life would be easy for us bright city kids to live a life. Perhaps, the extent of damage the typhoons has bestowed upon the streets of Manila wouldn't be as bad as what had happened a few months back. Government Officials should take some concrete actions in making this lovely city a clean and safe place to live in. But how can they even start if the food they lay upon their tables are shadows of their own people's wealth and sweat? Philippines, in general, can't rise above the rest if the guilty builds their home over the graves of the just and innocent. Now, let me share these photos. Credits to the person who posted this, though I can't remember her name. My friends, presenting Manila back in the 1960's.

Jones Bridge in Binondo





Part of Luneta Park, Manila City Hall---This photo reminds me of Washington, DC




Pasig River Jones Bridge---Yachts used to dock. Can you see a
single trash floating on the waters of Pasig River?





Roxas Boulevard---The Bay before CCP and the rest of the buildings now stand.
Massive Land buried the blue waters of Manila Bay.




Quiapo Church in Manila---Look at the yellow bus! So pretty...




I love the billboards. It's so 1960's.




These vintage cars look cool. The people on the sidewalks looked so prim and proper
with their attire. No trashes lying on the streets of Manila.



Luneta Park. Ladies in skirts and Gents in pants.




The Big Dome in Araneta Center, Cubao. Alone and Massive.




Ayala Avenue. This doesn't look like in the Philippines--Almost 50 years ago!




Pretty Ladies in 60's attire. Hair in buns, Gents in white polos. No by standers,
no signs of thieves and snatchers, and again, no pile of trash.





Tuesday, September 22, 2009

The Lost Symbol

The Lost Symbol Book Cover

To all Dan Brown fans out there, grab a copy of his newest addition of his mind-boggling piece of literature, THE LOST SYMBOL. I've read his other works, The Da Vinci Code and Angels and Demons, and I must say this novel embarks Brown's style of infusing readers the suspense page by page. There is always a woman where Robert Langdon(the protagonist) runs along with solving cryptic codes and unveiling secret messages hidden within secret messages. There is always the seemingly bad guy who interferes, the suddenly shifts to be the good guy after all. And as always, the sudden twist that sends readers (well, I for instance) awe-struck, dismantled from the world outside the comfort of my four-cornered bedroom.


Freemasonry
Freemasonry is a fraternal organisation that arose from obscure origins in the late 16th to early 17th century. Freemasonry now exists in various forms all over the world, with a membership estimated at around 5 million, including just under two million in the United States and around 480,000 in England, Scotland and Ireland. The various forms all share moral and metaphysical ideals, which include, in most cases, a constitutional declaration of belief in a Supreme Being.

What struck me the most is the well-known brotherhood of free men, written in the pages of history, the great grandfather of all Fraternities, Freemasonry. Whenever I'm out traveling the bustling streets of Metro Manila, at the back windshield of some cars I spot, I knew instantly that the owner of the vehicle is a Mason. The sticker, a compass with Latin inscriptions, say so itself that it is masonic since the compass is one of the many symbols of Masonry. I once had many interactions with a mason since he is the father of my ex-boyfriend. My ex showed me the meaning of the stickers at the back windshield of some of their vehicles. I also had a chance to visit one of their lodges in Quezon City. While reading the book, I endured an imagination if they too, practice the rites of Initiation of becoming a Mason. I was also intrigued if they too, hold some precious secrets the world has yet to unveil. I'm dragged by the knowledge imparted by the books that I've read that becoming a Mason is not just joining a fraternity, by all means, It's a brotherhood that enlightens men the wisdom and lost knowledge that man himself tend to forget. Reading the latter sentence that I wrote, I asked myself "What the fuck? Why am I writing this? What's with the 'Lost knowledge that man himself tend to forget'? I'm not a mason!!! How should I know?", and the point is, one will never understand until one is enlightened. That alone, my friends, is the essence of being a Mason., At-one-ment, from the word 'atonement'. Honestly, I want to be part of this ancient brotherhood, the sad part is that they don't recruit women.


Apotheosis of Washington--Man becoming God
The Apotheosis of Washington is the very large fresco painted by Italian artist Constantino Brumidi in 1865 and visible through the oculus of the dome in the rotunda of the United States Capitol Building.


I was also fascinated when I googled some of the text's featured art pieces, famous monuments, architectural buildings, famous people, etc. I wondered how in the world Dan Brown connected every bits and pieces of information embedded on the novels he has written. I know its a massive research and analytical thinking. If you're gullible, you will be drawn easily if the context itself is a fact. I know for the fact that some parts of the masonic practices in the book are fictional. They are laid so obvious not even a Mason will ever spill the beans to Dan Brown himself. What I am dying to wait for, is the rendition of this book to life. I just hope it wouldn't be as bad as Angels and Demons. The movie was a bit of disappointment for me since some parts where changed. I understood immediately because there are some issues that the Church will not accept and it will just halt the movie's production. So to say, I am overwhelmed with the book's power to send millions of readers the imagination that the world is not just the way how we see it, but how we will live within the world as we know it.


The Washington Monument is an obelisk near the west end of the National Mall in Washington, D.C.


To live in the world without becoming aware of the
meaning of the world is like wandering about in a
great library without touching the books.
The Secret Teachings of All Ages


Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Shooting the Moon

I can't get over with Edward-Bella syndrome. I feel goosebumps everywhere in my body. This is utterly outrageous than I have ever imagined. I hope the director exploits the possibilities of bringing this fantasy to reality into the big screen.


23

I can sooooo relate to this song. I love it. I love the melody and the lyrics. So true, and very meaningful... I almost felt its as if this was written just for me. ;p



I felt for sure last night
That once we said goodbye
No one else will know this lonely dreams
No one else will know that part of me
I'm still driving away
And I'm sorry every day
I won't always love these selfish things
I won't always live...
No stopping...

It was my turn to decide
I knew this was our time
No one else will have me like you do
No one else will have me, only you


You'll sit alone forever
If you wait for the right time
What are you hoping for?
I'm here I'm now I'm ready
Holding on tight
Don't give away the end
The one thing that stays mine


Amazing still it seems
I'll be 23
I won't always love what I'll never have
I won't always live in my regrets


You'll sit alone forever
If you wait for the right time
What are you hoping for?
I'm here I'm now I'm ready
Holding on tight
Don't give away the end
The one thing that stays mine

You'll sit alone forever
If you wait for the right time
What are you hoping for?
I'm here I'm now I'm ready
Holding on tight
Don't give away the end
The one thing that stays mine




23 by Jimmy Eat World


Click this link to listen to the song.




Monday, September 14, 2009

Virgin Paradise

Tayak Island





Lahus Island




Matukad Island



Lahus Island

This place reminds of me of the movie, The Beach. For adventurers and soul searchers, Caramoan offers scenic views, rock formations, white sand beaches, bountiful marine life, and of course, the locals who offered their generosity and hospitality. I will be back again soon--backpack adventure awaits!!!

Click here to view more pics.



These Dreams

Hand in hand, I walk with you with eyes closed
Wishing that this would never end
Afraid that when I do open my eyes
I will hold nothing but air

The sound of your laugh
The wrinkles on your face when you smile
Your eyes, deep, and full of soul
Your touch, flowing on every inch of my skin

Time with you doesn't seem to start
It feels like nothing moves when I'm around with you
Endless, just you and me
Your whispers is all I could hear

When your lips touch mine
No one could ever own me but you
When you say my name in tune with yours
It's as if I was made just for you

Inside of me, I always knew
That you will be mine forever
Every part of me, yearns for you
This heart will not beat if not for you

I wonder If forever does exist
'Cause now I am sitting all alone on my bed
Cursing myself for waking up
Asking myself, Can I just dream forever?

I try again to regain unconsciousness
To reach the far ends of a fantasy not mine
Hoping you'd come back
And touch me again in my slumber

Maybe tomorrow when I wake up
I will once more see your face
Not a dream, but for real
Whispering in my ear, 'I am here'

Now I cry myself to sleep
No matter what I desire
I can not escape the bitter truth
That I can only be with you in my dreams