Screaming Infidelities

Do*mes`ti*ca”tion\, n. [Cf. F. domestication.] The act of domesticating, or accustoming to home; the action of taming wild animals.

I don’t like the feeling of domesticatin. I hate the idea of staying home everyday and doing the same thing every effin’ day. I have a very very close look at it and I can say that I’ll never survive a domestic life.

Yeah, I know I’m the laid back person. I enjoy the calm Southern life as much as I enjoy the rush of the City but come on! You don’t really expect me to stay in the house forever.

Today is the most domesticated day of my life ever. I did the laundry, I cooked the meals, I washed the dishes. WOW. In the next 5-10 years of my life, I sure hope I won’t be doing this as my everyday routine.

I’m a career-oriented person. I see myself as a woman in white coat who goes to her clinic everyday, visits her friends every once in a while and travels with her dog on a road trip. (maybe with a boyfriend too)

(Edit: Or I could also be in the corporate world. But that’s another topic. I hate corporate slavery as much as I hate domestication..)

None of that involves domestic activities.

So please. PLEASE.

Hahaha.

I miss Manila.

Yeah, maybe I should stop looking for the right person.. maybe I should try looking for the reason to love. Hahaha. Cheese.

These cute little elves make sense. Sometimes you don’t have to look for someone. You just need to find the right reason to do what you have to do. Sometimes reason is what a person really need to get by.. not some random person labeled as the mr. right or the one or whatever you may call him.

Just something to ponder on.

Happy New Year!

I was browsing through my multiply when I read a blog from a friend about the world going crazy. I checked the link, and true enough, THE WORLD HAS GONE SICK AND CRAZY.

The story is about a family spending the day after Christmas at a golf club. Unfortunately, the Christmas spirit ended early for some people. They ganged up on the 56 year old father and his 14 year old son. They were helplessly beaten up despite the pleading of the kid. [accdg. to the daughter's blog]

Know who the culprits were? None other than the Mayor of Masiu, Lanao Del Sur Nasser Pangandaman, Jr and his body guards. His father, Nasser Pangandaman, the Secretary of the Department of Agrarian Reform was also there who did nothing but watch his son beat up an old man and a child.

How ironic. Pangandaman, Jr. was recently appointed as one of the members of the peace panel in Mindanao. Is this how you manifest and negotiate peace, Sir?

There really is a problem with our justice system that even people around us are afraid to get involved. I am enraged at how the people from the golf club resisted from helping the poor family to get the names of the people who beat them up. I mean, c’mon. Yes they are people with power because people are makingthem as such. They can only do so much with their money but when people unite to achieve the justive that they deserve, they’ll be nothing.

If you see someone being mauled in front of you, what will you do? Will you just stand there and watcch? Will you cheer for the bigger guy so that he will not take it out on you? Will you risk yourself and stand in the middle of the fight, and fight the other guys back? Or will you try to stop them, give unbiased judgments when asked for testimonies and tell everything you know about the incident?

Will you do something about it or will you just keep your mouth shut and forever hold your peace?

Empower the powerless not those who are already abusing their powers.

I have a draft post about my Christmas experience. But I don’t know if I’m publishing it. Haha. Lame.

My sister and I went to Ate Eve’s place at Tanah Merah Crest. We played tennis and relaxed at the Spa Pool. I’ve only been with Ate Eve for a short period of time but I will surely miss her.  Too bad I’ll be gone when she gets back from Dubai. =(

On other news:
Only a few more days before 2009. I wonder how things will go for 2009. Haha.

I want to evaluate my 2008, but I feel doubtful about it. I know I’ll be biased.. I know I’ll keep a lot of things about this year. I hate it. I hate it that I can’t even talk about myself.

GRAAAAAAR. That’s my 2008 in one word. Haha. Or if you can think of any other word worse than that.. that’s it.

I can’t think of anything sane to write about. Sigh.

Yesterday, there was an all-out rally against the Charter Change, and as usual rally for the ouster of PGMA. I was supposed to go to the rally, if not for the latter, anyway.. The traffic was really really really heavy, and the human traffic was worse. But one can not whine.. the least I could do is to understand what they’re going through (the mob).

I feel for them, yes, but what I don’t understand is why they have to drag their kids all the way out in the streets. Hearing the little kids sing their chant was a little off and over the limit. What does a 6 year old child know about Cha-Cha? About PGMA? Maybe they know the lyrics of the song, but really, they don’t understand why they have to go out and  walk for hours. Their parents don’t realize that exposing children to that kind of situation might pose a very negative implication to their childhood. I’m not questioning their parenting style, I don’t know them, but I believe that they can show their advocacies in a better way.

It freaks me out to hear in the news that they are proud that they have brought their kids and the kids have chanted with them. A kid was interviewed and was asked what was he doing there. The kid answered that he was brought by his parents and that he supports them to oust PGMA. (he was stuttering while answering) You’ll feel in his voice how he was trained to answer in that kind of situation.  Oh well, people will do everything to get what they want.

in less than 5 hours, I’m bidding my 18th year goodbye. This year has been far more interesting than any other year.. I’ve lost some, I gained some. I learned how to let go of people and things that I’ve never thought I’ll be able to let go of. 18 years, and I can say that somehow..I’ve already done things that could make me happy. but there are still a lot of things that I want to do. There are still a lot of places to go to..people to meet.. food to eat.. and things to see. In the past 18 years, I have learned a lot. I have learned that you can make a lot of friends, but there are only few whom you can say have made you theirs. I’ve learned that most of the lessons in life are not learned in classrooms but are taught by life itself. I’ve learned that you should always trust your instincts.. after all, life is about survival, isn’t it? I’ve learned that men.. are just men. You can never tell when you could trust them. I’ve learned that a person can live without sleep and that a person can not live with sleep alone. You have to go out, work, play and EAT. I’ve learned that other people’s problems are easier to solve than your own. So listen to others, cry with them, be mad with them, and at the end of the day no matte how heavy you’re burdens are… you’ll feel just fine.I’ve learned that never ever expect anything from someone you barely know. I’ve learned that you should never give up when things are falling apart.. in fact, it’s an opportunity for you to prove that you can do something significant and that you can stand up for what you really believe in. I’ve learned that you can never be too tired.. and that when you know that you are just as tired as the others..it will all feel better. I’ve learned that you can’t always have what you want.. so never ever ask for a wish that is next to impossible. People come and go, but your family will never leave you. No matter how messed up you think your family is… they’ll always be there. Run with them. =) I’ve also learned how to flip pancakes and how to cook a new dish..

I have learned that at 18, you should be happy, and live your life to the fullest.

Life is short..make the most out of it. Don’t grieve over the things you can’t have and things you dont understand. Let go of the things that hurt you.. and never hurt the people you can not let go of. Smile more often, and never ever ever stop loving your life.

Happy Birthday!
Another chance.. Another year.