:: Tears of the Moon ::

:: Sunday, April 25, 2004 ::

I don't think I've ever said it, but here it is:

Filipinos are bad gamblers. I say that because every halfway decent voter I know talks about voting for the safe bet. Whatever happened to sticking by what you believe in? Voting for the person best suited for the job? No. They'll vote for the bet most likely to win because that person has a "fighting chance" of winning over that political imbecile, FPJ.

I say vote for who you believe in. It's a fucking waste to vote for Gloria because you think she has a 'winning edge' on FPJ over the other candidates. I tell you, Gloria will win because of this mentality. Does that mean she's worthy? Not necessarily. It only gives you an idea of what fucking cowards are, these Filipino voters.

What the hell is a 'safe bet'? It's betting on the fence, it's what it is. Never mind that the bet isn't really who you believe in, who you're in favor of. No. That's not what this is about. This is about "I don't like FPJ, so I'll vote the next likely candidate to beat him". So, we scout around. Who's the 'most likely candidate'? Gloria Arroyo. I think her handlers know this, because all they've ever done is champion Gloria against FPJ, having Gloria call FPJ out for a debate to the exclusion of all the other candidates. Do we see Gloria calling Roco or Lacson or (God forbid) Eddie Villanueva for a debate on platform? On current events? No. She (or her people) spin the PR around to yell "FPJ" the loudest as if FPJ is the only candidate running. It's not fair, but that's politics. If you can't kill the enemy by outright confrontations, diminish their value by ignoring them, not talking about them, not mentioning them at all In that respect, I have to applaud her boys (and girls, I suppose) for their tactics. They use survey results to the exclusion of the other candidates. Just GMA vs FPJ. Sounds dramatic, eh? Because with an action star opponent, one must use the battleground in which the idiot uses: "Fight of the century: GMA vs FPJ. Experience versus.." Versus what? Obvious smarts over obvious idiocy?

So, what do the people hear and watch? All that trumpeting for FPJ and GMA, like they were the only two candidates. People, check out the other candidates. They're not the only ones out there. And for goodness' sakes, don't vote for Gloria because she's the safest bet. As Conrado de Quiros once said, there's no such thing as a wasted ballot. It's wasted if you don't vote for the one you truly believe in.

:: D said @ 7:01 PM [+] ::
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Saw Alanis' new video, Everything. She cut her hair!!?? Well I have to say that she looks infinitely better than her Rapunzel-like hair. At least now we can see her face and eyes. Never lost hope in that girl. :) Dad always said that Alanis sounded like she'd been in too many abusive relationships with her songs. Too angsty, he said. I think he thinks I'm weird or I'm tapping into my inner angry girl for having listened to her (Jagged Little Pill being THE definitive high school album for me, lol). Was sort of disappointed with the album that spawned Thank You, but it gave out some pretty cool songs, namely Narcissus, which is still on my favorites list.

I don't know. Her songs speak to me. In an odd sort of way, because I've never experienced any of the situations in her songs. And her latest one isn't even angsty at all:

You see everything
You see every part
You see all my light and you love my dark
You dig everything of which I'm ashamed
There's not anything to which you can't relate
and you're still here

Nice.

I'm supposed to write something.. something important. Which is why I logged on even if my parents were sitting in the dining table behind me.. WHAT THE HELL WAS IT??!

Oh YEAH!

I remember now.

Dad called me and Bryan out last night while he was taking out the trash (or somesuch). Bry and I ran out and it was a clear night sky. I missed that. I really really missed looking out at the stars. Especially that night, it was cloudless, and Big Dipper and Scorpius was out. I have got to get my starmap one of these days to refresh myself.

Half the time whenever I look out at the sky, I'm elated, in awe. The other half I'm indescribably lonely. Nothing's as lonely as having a hobby that takes you out alone, staring up at the sky, looking at the stars. I know no one who has the same fascination. At least not as much as I do. The most that I could do was to entice my brother and Dad to check it out. But no one who goes so far as to figure out the constellations.

I mean, how many non-Muslims do you know who can tell the season of Ramadan just by looking at the phase of the moon and the position of Venus? I've observed that for five years running. Who to share it with? Who shares the same passion?

Peter Pan

Okay, so I got us a copy of the DVD. I must admit I didn't get all the hype. Even when Lammy was gushing about it. I really really liked Hook, so I was wary about this new treatment of the story. Especially when I heard the reviews on the chemistry between Peter Pan and Wendy as well as Jeremy Sumpter and Rachel Hurd-Wood. Duude. All that subtext! Lol. I want to grab someone to discuss this film on many levels, the first being holy cow it should be illegal for these two kids to look so good together.

Pan ramblage:

"What's this? Another has taken your place. And his name is husband"

Pan doesn't want to grow up. But he wants Wendy with him. He says so when he went back to the Darlings' window to watch Mrs Darling murmuring "Wendy" in her sleep: "We can't both have her, lady."

"Peter Pan has countless joys that other boys will never experience. But now he's looking at the one joy that will forever be barred to him." As he looks on in the window, watching the Lost Boys become adopted.

So, now what? He is of an age that is between boyhood and manhood. Had he taken one more step, he would've been on his way to understand those feelings that he had for Wendy. But he wanted to be a boy forever, so he had to let her go. In one sense, it was the most mature thing he'd done. On another hand, it was the most idiotically childish thing he did. In taking a step back, he condemns himself to eternal childhood, not even boyhood. With all the fun and joy of being free from responsibilities. Heck, the boy can fly, right? But one has to grow up, to really live. That's the lesson that Wendy learned, I guess. She was starting to have those feelings for Peter. But then, being young, she didn't understand what they were or where they were leading.

Do I need to say that girls grow up faster than boys? Lol.

:: D said @ 6:44 PM [+] ::
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Its been a while since I posted, and I've come to another of those moments when I just stare at a blank Notepad screen (I write on Notepad, then copy-paste).

So, what do I write?

Work. Had been hectic-crazy due to month-end reports. But we survived. We have a new girl in the team, so that means we'd have an extra hand to help with the loan. And she's whip-cracking smart.

Oh, I went to a Retreat. A pre-Holy Week retreat. I went to one in college, and I've been meaning to go to, but funds and time had always been against me. So now, I went.

As solemn retreats went, it was a silent one. Meaning, minimal talking, lots of praying. I finished an apologetics book straight through. Good stuff.

So now, I'm going to do a better job this year. Set myself up for some classes, made some serious promises with myself for the year.. kinda like a New Year's resolution, only this time I'm more committed because it's Holy Week, and I take resolutions done like that more seriously than New Year's, which if it comes down to it, does nothing for me in any case.

I'm starting to ramble. Big mistake to buy myself White Mocha at Starbucks. Venti, no less. And right on a Friday, when I've promised myself to not buy anything from Starbucks. Well, I promised, not a Rhumba. So now I'm biting the bullet and got myself a foul-tasting Venti drink. Karma, is what it is.

Plus, I can feel the caffeine rushing through my bloodstream. Anyone who's met me up close and heard me talk know that I'm hyper by nature. Multiply that by three and you can imagine me now. VERY awake, and VERY fast. Good thing we don't have calibration today else the bosses would be weirded out because I'd talk superfast and my mind would be three steps ahead of my mouth and I end up missing out key phrases. Synaptic misfire, you know.

Watched The Passion's first screening on the first day. I've watched it via a pirated copy that Chi bought at some side street going home. Watched it on the big screen that day with Bryan. Saw the audience reaction (at some times, heard). A lot cried, or wiped their tears.

Joined up for a class. I went to the first one awhile back. 6:30pm-7:30pm with a bunch of other women listening to doctrine. Topic was Death and Life Everlasting. Odd that the class was located at the back of the chapel. The weird part is that you have to get inside the chapel, then walk to the aisle to the room beyond to get to class. To which you'd be entering the classroom's front door, behind the teacher. Ergo, everyone knows who was late. Was very annoyed to be fifteen minutes late for an hourlong class, but that's me. I don't like being late. MayJoy was supposed to meet me, but I didn't see her at class. Turns out she was at the chapel and she saw me come in and walk (very briskly) to the class (she added that I looked 'so serious').

Met up with the teacher person post-class. Actually, she walked to me and sort of introduced herself because she knew someone was going to introduce me to her. She told me she had a feeling that the girl was me (what? Did I look funny?). Am going to attend the next scheduled class in two weeks, and we'll talk over dinner for a Circle schedule.

Walked to work (which was two blocks over), got there 8pm. My shift starts 10pm, so I slept at the sleeping area. Good thing I bought myself a flannel blanket a few weeks ago. Will meet with Fr P first thing tomorrow, post-work, to discuss (I guess) some resolutions.

Ate lunch with Skip and Kim two days ago. Skip kept on making asides on Eman. I wanted to strangle him. To which I retaliated with... nah. Best not to incriminate myself *g*

:: D said @ 7:35 AM [+] ::
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