Friday, April 18, 2008

im the prodigal son of a beach

I’ve realized that I’m going to be in a lot of moving from now on. In the next few weeks, I should be out of town to visit the outlandishly beautiful beaches of Visayas. That’s if everything goes well and perfect. I’m hoping for less rain in the coming month. Beach and rainfall never made a good pair. But not too much sun either. I don’t want to be too chocalatey when I come back.

In the mean time, the movement lies in my hands. My fingers are doing the tick talk. More like the music of the clock. Sounds like I never cease to do something. From clearances to ranting online, my little army of ten does it all. I should buy ten rings to crown them all the kings of my world.

All my days are becoming ridiculously slow. Friday night never had the chance to beg differ. So now I’m stuck wishing for tomorrow to be extra lively. I have plans of going out with my friends. Not even the most sinister of rains will stop us. I’m more scared of getting wet without somebody by my side. It gets colder when you’re alone.

Four days from now, I’m going to celebrate something. April 22 is the day when I had my circumcision. A multitude of years has passed and the memory lies fresh in a certain corner of my heart. Maybe because two beautiful student nurses were there during the whole process, intently watching while my pants was nowhere to be seen. I suppose it made things easier for the doctor. Not for me.

April 22, 2008 is earth day. Why don’t we all plant a little something for the big future? Like happiness or peace or love or everything of the above.

It’s no coincidence that ‘earth’ and ’heart’ are just a letter apart.

Greetings from my cobra and me.

Monday, April 14, 2008

the soil is rich but we die poor

over the last few slow days, I've been thinking of my own, simple ways of saving the world. i definitely am feeling mom nature starting to change for the strange. first, its raining right in the middle of summer, on days when you actually thought the sun was never gonna set. then theres tropical depression Ambo, who was deviant enough to spend a little bit of beach bumming in the fine shores of palawan. and now im blogging again. if i go back to school next semester, its because the world is, and will be in a deviant mood all year long.

saving the world is a matter of politics. why it has to be saved in the first place is a matter of politics. and in order to change the world, may it be for better or for worse, you have to have a poker face of a thousand gamblers. in order to have a poker face of a thousand gamblers, you've got to have face of a politician. the point is, just as money makes the world go round, politics equally does. its not hard to figure that one out.

a friend told me that i was going to become a liability to the country for not being politically concious. i still dont understand how the word "liability" would apply to me, although i acknowledge the fact that i may have been politically uncioncious all my life. i was already 19 during the 2007 elections but the thought of voting never really crossed my mind. i still wonder on what could have happened had i voted. come 2010, i still dont see myself voting. the ecstasy of second-guessing yourself after youve made a big decision will surely be tempting. if you see my name under the voters list, that’s not me. perhaps a flying voter; and surely, somebody’s cheating again.

i never liked politics and it will always remain that way. i would even choose to watch kris aquino for countless hours over politicians showboating over the airwaves. i don't like it to the extent that ill stop talking about it right now.

fortunately, i don't have to be politically caring so i can change the world.

as i've gained a bit of liberal thinking since i took a break from school, i've also gained the concern for the people around me. im so used to seeing a lot without saying something, and its probably time i say something. say something to myself, that is.

“Be the change you want to see in the world.” - Mahatma Gandhi

"keep the change..." - myself, whenever the change is handful of ten and five cents anyway.

i don't see the point in ranting now. lots of effort go to waste when we try to remind the government about their obligations. thats why I never became a fan of rallying in the streets. aside from being afraid of burning my skin, it just adds to the suffering we are all complaining about in the first place. no, i don't hate the people who take it out to the streets. I understand their sentiments but its just not my style. its a matter of preference really.

i choose to do simple stuff that speaks change for itself. im hardly a saint, but sometimes i feel the divinities of the world pushing me to the light side. miraculous. just what the world can do with right now... you can probably start out by helping a struggling classmate in a middle of a horrendous exam. or you may not. =P

help clean your neighborhood. eat less, exercise more. try to do a lot of things without electricity involved. pray for world peace. whatever it is, as long as the love is there. though it might just sound like a whisper compared to the passionate shouting in the streets under the mighty sun, it will always be the easiest way to change the world.

a hundred's whispers straight to the heart will always be harder to avoid than a thousand's monotonous cry.

-simulposted in www.redeemingmadness.blogspot.com