Frenzied Quips

i sit by myself and stare at nothing...

i feel a breeze pass through...

a cold breeze..

as cold as the faces turned away from me...


that's right..

i am air...

unnoticed lest i move...

wished for whenever the sun gets too hot...

condemned when the weather is cold...

unseen...unheard..


so i stay still...

not knowing what to feel...

what to do...

how to act...


then a cloud sits beside me...

noticing my colorless being...



i begin to move...

human emotions are difficult to handle.

One of the most difficult emotions to interact with is the bitterness of a broken heart. A person feeling that emotion will inevitably release words that he/she doesn't mean. Sometimes you just have to understand the pain that a broken heart gives. Don't blame the person for doing things that he/she does, but instead talk to him/her and ask what is it that he/she wants.

Guessing or assuming won't do any good.

Deep down, the person only wants to mend the broken heart and just needs someone to understand.

However, the person feeling the heartache can't just step on other people's feelings and make his/her situation an excuse. We all just have to be considerate about one another's emotions, no matter how heightened our own is.

We're all just humans who act upon our hearts' feelings.

We all have the right to express our emotions, as long as it doesn't hurt others in the process.

The brain was made for a reason. Let your heart speak, but let both your heart and mind decide.

*why can't we all just get along*

look around, our country is full of disasters, full of garbage, full of blood, full of tears.

but, we always manage to get through it all.

everywhere you hear, people are listening to love songs, watching dramatic telenovelas, crying their eyes out in front of the screen because of a couple created by fiction.

but that's what's great about us filipinos.

we are so romantic.

that is very evident in our culture and history. we have the old fashioned "harana", the tradition of the guy meeting the parents and so on. we get mushy at times and tend to get overly dramatic about stuff...most of us are sensitive and take things more seriously than needed.

that's the problem with us filipinos.

we are so romantic.

so much so that we are prepared to give everything, even our own life, to the one we love. we weep at loses, we cry at heart breaking songs, we shed tears for the destined but unlucky couple who did not get together. we feel compassion when someone dies, we support each other through good times and bad times...

but then again, that's what's great about us filipinos...right?

One of the little wonders
that life would often offer
The curious falling dust
that shows in early after dusk

Soaring low, floating aimlessly
Swimming in air, shining beautifully
Falling, rising, falling once more
Silently flowing, not doing much more

Yes, i know, they're seemingly worthless
Miniature objects, stuff that are lifeless
But what good are they if we cannot see
how still and static life can be

The little things might never matter
Dust in the air might never solve world hunger
But as this foolish poem ends, just wonder
Isn't it that little things do matter?

moments trickle past
one by one
slowly engulfing the light
everything is still

its as if i've drowned
in a vast, cold deep sea
barely breathing
slowly fading

seconds pass and i
keep on standing still
listening to a voice
that doesn't exist

night
has enveloped me
leaving nothing but fear
of something unknown

i run away
and trip and fall
i look back and see
what happened to it all?

plunging deep
to another world
escaping vengeance and hatred and fear
wanting so much yet dare not go near

i stop myself short
and search for an answer...



and see that i've made...






nonsense.

old test papers.
past homeworks.
scratch papers.

and a whole bunch of unidentifiable papers.

and as i stood in the midst of the dark kitchen, in front of the trash can...i took a deep breath and let it all go...the faint thud of papers against the rustle of plastic gave a kind of finality to it all...

at least my room is cleaner than before.

after all, i need to throw out the extra luggage to make room for the new...

how can i take more risks and plunge head first into life if i leave the old adventures on the shelf to gather dust?

but even if the physical remnants of the past is now sitting at the bottom of the dumpster...

memories of them would always, always remain in the everlasting depths of my mind.

I sit on the snow i made up in my mind
i feel cold shivers down my spine
head spinning with a whirl of memories
i'm barely moving, just passing by time

i watch as the world goes by without me
wanting to grasp and yet out of reach
engulfed in darkness in the light of day
i struggle to get up, but all in vain

i lay back down and stare at the sky
only, it disapeared, and i see nothing
i close my eyes for hope of light
yet emptiness is all i hear inside

i scribble some words, just letting it out
hardly making sense, but i don't really care
life as i know it is falling apart
fading away...into the dark

i sit here alone, the pain in my chest
i don't wanna think, my body won't rest
my mind wanders off somewhere far away
drifting off tonight...with nowhere to go

i write a few more before i fall asleep
hoping my dreams would do me some good
as i lay back and stare at nothingness
i just wasted my ink with all of this nonsense.

The room was deathly silent, and only the scratching of papers was heard. The air was thick with thoughts of numbers and equations. "If only I had paid more attention, it wouldn't come to this." The slip of paper sat in my pocket, burning a hole in my already marred conscience. "I could just do the right thing and pass my clean, unanswered exam right now." I thought. My heart was beating so loudly that i was surprised that no one heard it. I looked around and saw my classmates' furrowed brows, digging into their minds for answers i can never find in mine. I glanced casually and found the teacher's ears covered with headphones, slightly dozing off in his chair. No one was paying any attention to my sweaty forehead and shaking hands as i reached into my pocket for my handkerchief, in which the guilty paper lay still, hidden to everyone's eyes but mine. Images of my friend's smirk as he gave me the paper filled my mind, his whispers of guaranteed success echoing in my ears. I glanced around and saw once more how unwatched i was. then i made the decision. As if in a trance, my hands swiftly wrote what my eyes saw, my senses alert to the surroundings. I finished the exam just as the bell rang. Freedom at last. I strolled down the hall and saw my friend, aka, My Savior.

"Hey dude, thanks a lot for that you-know-what." I said with a laugh. "Ms. Reyes gives the hardest exams."

My friend's smile was wiped off from his face.

"i thought your teacher was MR. Reyes..."

has this ever happened to you?

your phone rings...

"1 message recieved"

you jump up and down like a little child who just realized it was christmas while yelling "yay! may nagmamahal! may nagtext! baka si...(put name of crush here)!"

you open the message...it loads...and it reads:

"97% of people won't send this! God died on d cross bcoz He was thinkin of u! be part of the 3% who will send dis! "

...or

"this is a test: if u luv God (tapos unli ka pa), send dis 2 as many people as u can..."

...or something of the same essence.



now, what do you do?

perhaps a lot of my friends would send this to their whole globe/smart contact groups...


as for me...i press the little "C" button and delete it.


as a rule, i never forward any chain mails/text/letters...

EVEN IF IT IS ABOUT GOD.



i have a few reasons...

1.) the text says that 97% of people do not foward that message...but do they have any proof? any statistics or research to actually PROVE that that is true? and if you think about it, some people may have sent it just to brag that they are one of the few who sent that message...

2.) it says "this is a test: ..." well, i believe that i do not need to send a chain text to prove my faith, i prefer showing it through my actions. and anyone can send a chain text, even people who do not believe, so it's not really an effective test, is it?

3.) it pisses me off, period. especially those that tackle your conscience like the first example or those texts that accuse you of not loving God just because you won't send the message.

4.) besides the "if you love God" kind of messages, those messages that spread news of bomb threats and stuff that they claim as "news" and "facts" are , in my opinion, not to be trusted.
dare ask me why? sure there's a possibility that they are true, but they can also be fraud and may be a product of some cruel joke. ever heard of the word "gossip"? if you wanna know the truth, refer to more reliable sources.


i even heard of the story of the pastor who was sent a chain message of the same essence, he didn't send it either. and he's a PASTOR. (not that it gives any credibility to my evaluative case, but i just wanted to include that.)


look, if you want to proclaim your faith, the best way (in my opinion) is to do good to others. i believe that even atheists who do not believe in God but keep on helping people, doing good and touching lives in good ways can be accepted in heaven (assuming that our concept of heaven does exist) and are better off than devout Catholics who cheat, lie, maim, destroy and basically do more bad than good to other people and themselves. they might have a different reason as to why they do what we categorize as "good", but hey, the fact remains that they do...and maybe that's all that matters.

we all could do with a bit more skepticism in our lives. it would benefit anyone to be a critical thinker, one who does not instantly believe all the information he/she is given.

people might come up with a counter-argument for this, and i am not saying that i am completely right, but i will not send any chain-whatever to anyone.

i rest my case.

Earlier today, during mass inside the church, a child dressed in dirty clothes approached my mom and asked for alms. My mom didn't give him any, so he continued on to the next pew, asking people for some change so he could buy some food. Then he saw a little boy playing a game on his mom's cellphone. (ok, he's not even supposed to be doing that since the mass was going on, but that's not my point)

The beggar child went nearer the little boy and watched him play the game. The little boy didn't mind that a beggar was watching him. He just continued playing and let the other child watch, apparently amused that he was so interested.

It's amazing, because if he wasn't a little boy, he would've moved away from the beggar child because he might take the cellphone, or simply because he was dirty. To him, he was just another boy, another kid like him who's interested in the same things as he was.

The beggar child, knowing he had to get money somehow, moved on to other people and asked for alms again. Only one person gave him some spare change. Everyone else just shook their heads and shooed him away, singing the Our Father and praising God.

How ironic.

What should a person do when a child asks for alms inside the church while the mass was going on? Give him money? Or turn him away?

Or perhaps, give him money to turn him away?