A Letter To A Bitch

To the bitch which doesn't deserve a name:

Back off from my sister!!!

Don't you know that insulting her and making her life miserable only shows how insecure you are of her?!? Or are you just so stupid, thinking that hurting other people will make your life better? Well, grow up! You're extreme ways on making other people's lives miserable is actually not helping you. You are helping them become stronger! And as you, asking respect from her when you don't definitely deserve one, well, that is just so childish and immature. You don't ask respect, it is earned.

Telling her that she has the morality lower than a dog's, then you have the morality lower that a vulture, because you prey on misery and death and an attitude of a snake, crawling in dark filthy places and having no friends except other snakes because other mild animals are just so afraid of your venomous bite. And the way you hiss irritates them!

Why can't you accept a humble and heart-felt sorry? Are you really that evil and wicked that you don't see the goodness of people? Are you really that malicious that you put malice in innocent and desperate acts?

I have no idea how your parents raised you but seeing your attitude, they will disown you. Buy some manners! Show some respect, especially to your countrymen. Or you could just jump off a cliff! That would give so many Filipino people in New Zealand so much joy that they would have a picnic on the day you jump off and die. 

Get a life! Don't mess with anybody's life because you don't have that right! Spare the world with your malice!

Signed:

Joann

Love is...

              Love is...

Knowing when to take the risk
Knowing when to go slow

Knowing when to stop

Knowing when to give up

Knowing when to move on...

              Love is...

a challenge, a decision...

a bridge, a wall...

a loss, a victory...

another story...

Lessons I've Learned From Him

I've been chatting with this guy for almost five months now. I don't know if he deserves an introduction because this is definitely a hate blog post for him. So let's start off the lessons.

LESSON 1: When he doesn't call or text everyday then forget about him.

I learned this the hard way and I learned my lesson very well. So there you are, regularly chatting and texting and then he just stopped texting and he was not online anymore. Then you start worrying because maybe he was hospitalized or worst -- dead. And then you reprimanded yourself not asking his address because you can't attend his wake if ever he was dead. Then you start staring at your phone for long hours waiting for a text that eventually did not come. It was three weeks ago that I've last heard of him. Three weeks of thinking unimaginable things happening to him. Three sad and low weeks. And then you come upon a status message of your Facebook friend which states that if he doesn't text or call you everyday then he is just not that into you. Bang! I realized how stupid I was. Letting a guy keep me hanging and wondering. Treating me like a kite. When he can't stand the wind, he cut me off and left me in the azure sky -- to wander and be lost.

LESSON 2: If he is not willing to open up his problem then forget about him.

Girls don't like to be put in the backseat. Maybe some girls does but definitely not me. If you want to be on my front passenger's seat then put me in your front passenger's seat. Don't brush off questions about your problems. Share it. Guys, open yourself up and reveal your shortcomings and insecurities. Girls will appreciate that.

LESSON 3: Never give second chances or any kind of chances.

I hate it when guys ask for second chances and never doing anything to deserve it. Chances are not given, they are earned. Just like respect. You have to prove that you deserve a chance and that means not waiting for the girl to make the move on how you could get that chance and proving your worth. You have to do something to earn it, not wait for a CHANCE to earn it.

LESSON 4: Never say "Sorry" and don't accept any apologies. 

Words mean nothing. Whatever language they are being said, they mean nothing. Actions does. So guys, you should not act pathetically saying sorry all the time when what you did was done in an act of thoughtlessness, insensitivity and negligence. And girls, never accept pity apologies. Just like chances, let them earn your forgiveness through actions.

LESSON 5: Have friends around you.

Good friends. What could I have done without them? When you're feeling low and thinking that the day is the worst day ever, they are there to cheer you up with their endless chatter about nonsense things. Salute your friends! They are way better than potential boyfriends.

Lay To Rest...

This is a story of how a girl meets a boy and the nothingness that transpired of that supposedly eventful meeting.

I met him, unfortunately, in high school where rebellion, confusion and stupidity reigns among the whole young population of the school. It was in my second year class that I’ve first set my eyes on him. We were classmates. I was a transferee back then so I was slightly being stared at for being the “new” girl in school but that never stopped me from making friends. Anyways, I live in a small town and most of the students in my new school were my classmates from elementary. But then, he was something new to me. You see, he was from another elementary school and I’ve never seen him in town before.

I had a crush on him in high school. It’s not the first-time-I-look-at-him-and-I’m-captured type of crush but a I-am-discovering-the-good-things-about-him type of crush. Honestly, I don’t why I had a crush on him. He has that annoying attitude of ruining my day by teasing me from morning till afternoon. Nevertheless, he was neat and charming, talented and friendly, he’s got a brain too so maybe that was the reason why I admire him.

I could still vividly remember the day he almost made me cry. He was teasing me again and what he said actually hit me like a meteor with a 100-million-mile diameter hits the surface of the earth. What he said hurts and I think he has no idea of what he’s done. But my feelings never changed! He was still on the second top spot on my crush list. Mind you, the top one on the list was a celebrity. Well, that distorted and highly illogical decision of still liking him even though he’s done bad things to me, I blame that on my adolescence. It’s definitely scientific! That period magnifies all emotions a young maiden’s fluttering heart is capable of feeling. So that day, when I could have felt a major irritation, I was vengefully angry with him. That day, I thought that I could not forgive him.

But eventually, I forgave him. If you are in a religious school where you pray the rosary everyday and have a daily 1-hour discussion about the goodness of God and the lives of saints and martyrs, you have no choice but to willingly forgive all the people that have done you wrong.

If somebody would ask me if who fooled me to eat or even like “kinilaw” then I could have answered, “That pesky classmate of mine in high school whom I want to impress so much that I’ve done the unthinkable – eating raw food.” Yup! He would be the answer. It happened during our Christmas party. After all the dancing and games, we got hungry but we’ve run out of palatable food so we have no choice but to eat the “kinilaw” instead. I was hesitant and hungry. And he keeps on vouching for the taste of that “kinilaw”. So there I was, hungry and wanting to impress him with my bravery. By the time he gave me that tiny “puso”, I dived into the throng of party-crazed people surrounding the table, picked a tiny piece of “kinilaw”, bite into the “puso” and put the “kinilaw” into my mouth. And I was hooked.

Unfortunately, that event didn’t drove us to be closer. We’re not even close friends. That border between friendship and acquaintanceship, that’s us. Until we’ve graduated in high school and separated ways in college, we’re still in that border.

But he surprised me in college. He started texting me. I was of course full of bliss! I kept on thinking that maybe he liked me. But something happened. So there I was, happily replying to all his text messages and then I’ve found out that he was not the one texting me. It was one of his friends. Ouch! I felt betrayed and so I texted a not-so-nice message relaying how I felt. What he did didn’t broke me into pieces but then it left a mark on me.

We’ve stopped texting each other. Lived our own lives. Then I met him in Ayala one afternoon. He was on his way home and I was on my way to the mall. We said “hi” to each other and then awkwardly went our separate ways not knowing that it would be the last time that we’ll see each other.

He died. He was part of the unfortunate incident which happened last year. He was one of the passengers of the “MV Princess of the Stars” which capsized due to Typhoon Frank. It was so unexpected that I could not believe the news when I first heard about it. I did not cry but I felt sad. He could have done so many things in his life. He could have been a great seaman. He could have the chance of changing the world. He could have fulfilled his dreams. He deserve the chance to live. Up until now, he’s body is not yet found. I don’t know if it’s stupid to have false hope on that fact but for the time that have passed, that hope is dwindling.

But, wherever he may be, in heaven or in earth, he will always have a place in my heart forever…

To Rex Vincent…

I saw that boy standing there with a deal...

Ordinary Day
by Vanessa Carlton

Just a day, just an ordinary day
Just tryin' to get by
Just a boy, just an ordinary boy
But he was looking to the sky

And as he asked if I would come along
I started to realize
That every day he finds just what he's looking for
Like a shooting star he shines

And he said, "Take my hand
Live while you can
Don't you see your dreams lie right
In the palm of your hand?"

And as he spoke, he spoke ordinary words
Although they did not feel, no
For I felt what I had not felt before
And you'd swear those words couldn't heal that

And as I looked up into those eyes
His vision borrows mine
And I know he's no stranger
For I feel I've held him for all of time

And he said, "Take my hand
Live while you can
Don't you see your dreams lie right
In the palm of your hand"
In the palm of your hand

Please come with me
See what I see
Touch the stars for time will not flee
Time will not flee, can't you see?

Just a dream, just an ordinary dream
As I wake in bed
And the boy, that ordinary boy
Or was it all in my head?

Didn't he ask if I would come along?
It all seemed so real
But as I looked to the door
I saw that boy standing there with a deal

And he said, "Take my hand
Live while you can
Don't you see your dreams lie right
In the palm of your hand"
In the palm of your hand, in the palm of your hand

Just a day, just an ordinary day
Just tryin' to get by
Just a boy, just an ordinary boy
But he was looking to the sky

I once thought of this song as a love song as all songs with the words "boy", "girl", "touch" and "dream" are all beautifully and confusingly jumbled in the lyrics but later, I came to the understanding that this song is not a love song at all. It is a song of hope. Surprisingly, I believe that this is a Christian song.

See the first stanza of the lyrics, it introduces the two primary characters of the song -- a hopeless girl trying to get on with her everyday life and an ordinary boy who is looking to the sky which I reckon could mean that this boy is either looking for UFOs or just plainly like to see the world in all it's hopefulness by looking up the sky! The latter is my best and only bet.

So that ordinary boy asked the hopeless girl to come along with him. And the girl realizes that what the boy is looking for, he finds it everyday and for that he shines. In all my time here on Earth, I could conclude that every human being alive would only like to find happiness. So there! That boy is looking for happiness and he finds it every single day. That's how the second stanza unfolds.

In the third stanza, the boy asks the girl to trust him enough to take his hand and to live her life while she can and be aware that her dreams lie in her own hands. Hmmmm... This made me thought that the girl is suicidal. What do you think?

The fourth stanza is vague. It expresses the negativity of the girl, that's for sure.

The fifth stanza was what made me realize that this song could be a Christian song. So the girl and the boy looked into each others eyes and that was when the girl realizes that this boy is no stranger and she felt that she have held this boy for all of time. This time I thought that the boy could be Jesus! I mean, he's definitely no stranger to us and we always feel that we've held him for all time. But then I realized, Jesus lives in all of us so this boy is really just an ordinary boy.

The sixth stanza is the same with the third one. So as the seventh. The boy asked the girl to come with him and see what he sees, to touch the stars and he assures her that time will not flee. I love this stanza. If the world is full of ordinary boys like this one, this would surely be a happier carefree world. A world full of hope and goodness.

And the girl realizes that what happened was just a dream. That's the eight stanza! She woke up in her bed and thought that the boy was all in her head. And in the ninth stanza, she realized that she's wrong because she saw that boy standing there in the door with a deal.

The deal? That's in stanza ten. The deal would be to take his hand and live her life fully! And I would like to think that the eleventh stanza could be that whenever the girl feels down, there would always be that ordinary boy to bring a smile to her face and a ray of sunshine to her ordinary days!

Some Simple Things To Do To Make Her Fall More In Love With You

Guys love grand gestures in conveying their feelings. Like giving not a single perfect rose but a roomful of roses with a rainbow of colors. Renting not a tiny quaint boat for just the two of you for a peaceful moonlight sail but a big modern yacht. Dining not in a secluded restaurant with a great ambiance but a five-star one with its bossy-looking waiters. Guys. They're so dense not to realize that what every girl wants is not grandeur and flamboyance but the simplicity and sincerity in their every actions.

So I've compiled here the simple things that a clueless guy can do to make his girl fall more in love with him.

• Twirl her hair. If she has short pixie hair then just rub your fingertips along her scalp as long as you feel the soft silky texture of each strand of hair.
• Tie her shoelaces when it comes undone. Or if she's wearing sandals and flats and it came off while walking, retrieve it as fast as you can, cradle her tiny delicate feet in your hands and put on the sandals or flats on her feet.
• Tie her hair for her when you think that it is bugging her but can't do anything about it since her hands are all busy doing more important things.
• Carry her heavy bag. BUT if she does not want you to carry it even though its so heavy then let her carry it herself. AND always offer to carry it every few moments, she'll eventually give up and let you carry it.
• ALWAYS greet her "Good Morning". It makes her happy thinking that she is the first person you think of everyday upon waking up.
• Call her to say "Good Night". It makes her sleep calmly knowing that you are safe and doing good before she sleeps.
• Save the last piece of whatever you are eating for her.
  
• Surprise her. It may be an ice cold soda in the middle of the day, a glass of milk before she sleeps or a cup of fresh coffee in the morning.
• Hold her hand while crossing the street.
• Cook for her.
• Wear her favorite color even though everybody thinks it does not suit you.
• Sing her favorite song even though you're tired of listening to it.
• Stare at her with a contented look in your face.
• Make her smile.
• Don't ever make her cry.
  

Stardust: A Not-So-Eloquent-But-Nevertheless-Meaningful Review

Stars. For ordinary boring unimaginative beings, they're just inanimate metallic heavenly bodies that for certain reasons unknown has the capacity to fall and tumble into the earth, but then, in Neil Gaiman's world, they're temperamental delicate beings that shine, glimmer and sparkle in the shadows of the dark.

Neil Gaiman. He never fails to amaze me! A story teller of grand caliber, who in my own humble opinion have once been either a fallen star, or a naive half-human half-Faerie wandering prince, or an ambitious cold-hearted witch or a cunning unduly suspicious king-to-be, to have depicted vividly the entire story in a very convincing and amusing manner. With his superior imagination and witty words, HE is an author worthy of godlike worship and praise.

The story started in a town appropriately called Wall since the only interesting fact about the place is that a wall separates it from Faerie land and it is in Wall that Victoria Forrester, Tristran Thorn's ultimate love asked for a fallen star in exchange for anything that his heart desires. And so, Tristran, with love for a reason and nothing but a leather backpack in his shoulder, courageously embarked on a journey and unknowingly face his destiny.

Along the way in his quest for the fallen star, Tristran met a hairy midget who helped him reach the star in the fastest method possible and that is through a Babylon candle. Then he found Yvaine, the fallen star who unfortunately broke her leg on her fall. Upon pursuing Yvaine who was getting away astride in a unicorn, he met Primus, the eldest among the princes of Stormhold. After that, Tristan faces the witch-queen, who was also pursuing the fallen star but unlike Tristran, she only wants her shining heart to bring back her own and that of her witch sisters' youth. And while escaping the sly witch-queen, they met the magnanimous captain of the Perdita, a flying ship which captures lightning.

Stardust is not your average fairytale story. It does not involve any violent battles between good and evil. Nor does it have a happy ending. What makes it special is that what happens in the story can happen in reality. Well, aside from the flying ship, possessed tree, and any other odd things and people in the story, the emotions and actions of the characters are real enough to be able to garner an empathy among characters and thus making the reading experience a gratifying and of course amusing one.