swallowing the red pill

blue over red. illusion over reality.

we make our own illusion. just as we make our own reality.
it really is a choice one makes.
a conscious choice.

your red pill now is most likely a consequence of taking a blue pill years ago.
it could very well have been a red pill as well.

regardless, it is how you deal with the present that matters.
for the past has passed. the present is here for grabs and the future is yours for the taking.

my red pill now?
progeny
or at least the slim likelihood for that.

a bitter pill to swallow, yes.

a classic puj

this is just one of the things wrong with the public transportation in lapu-lapu city. and i guess the rest of the country as well. .

note that this puj has no backlights.
shouldnt the LTO be more careful especially with the registration of public utility vehicles? for God's sake, they carry the general public so safety should be of primary concern.

dying for the flag

i rarely watch the (philippine local) news because i usually feel depressed with how things are going. all that political bickering and positioning and crimes that always manage to snag most of the airtime. however, as i was tv surfing, i happened to saw a brief news about the only sulu-born marine who got killed in the recent encounter with the abu sayyaf group. it was so heart-wrenching to watch a mother receive a flag in exchange for the life of his son. to hear her say that she has no choice but to accept that her son is gone. and that at least he was able to contribute his life for something good. i hope the symbolism of the flag is not lost to us.

no guts, no glory

our country had to fight for our independence so fiercely, and look what we do with our hard-fought liberty ...

flight delays

friday the 13th was a day i looked forward to.
i was finally going home! been in manila for a week but it felt like a month.
my officemates were a dear but i just missed my bed, and my lalabs and my dogs, and my family :) added to that, i had a date with the friendships! what remains of us (in cebu) that is.

anyway, i was early! leaving the office a little after 5 left me with just enough time for the required 1-hour check-in. so i waited. and waited. it was of no help that my entertaining ds-lite was out of batt :( i couldn't play with my mobile either for fear it will also go dead on me. i had to make do with the tv which was airing kapamilya shows.

finally, after 30 minutes past the expected boarding time, a voice-over announcing the flight delay was heard. hey, took them 30 minutes to realize that there were people waiting for the flight to take off at 19:40! the next etd was supposed to be 20:40.

it was another round of waiting, twiddling fingers, waiting, twiddling fingers, waiting. these were of course interjected with watching tv from time to time which was becoming boring already.
a little before 20:40, finally, we were asked to board! it was another 15-20 minutes before the plane was able to take off though.

Gawd! i would really hope that other than apologizing in the plane for the delays, at least they would inform the people while in the waiting lounge of how things really are. at least i can set an alarm get a good sleep instead of intermittent nods and wake ups for fear of dozing off and being left behind by the plane.

what is she waiting for?
a prince to sweep her off her feet?
a magic glue for all that shattered pieces?
a time machine to bring back all that has passed?

what are you waiting for?
that fate will hand you that silver platter?
that God will erase all your hurts and fears?
that others would be forgiving and forgetful?

what am i waiting for?
to realize i was waiting for naught?
to see clearly the path i should take?
to have that courage to do as i see fit?

patience may be a virtue
but waiting surely kills
steadily, slowly

where's my mickey?

and here he is ... :)
mickey is actually a housemate of pbb2...jologs ever jud ko :D

what i like about him is that he scores high on physical
quotient (translation: blessed with good looks and height/built),
intelligence and emotional quotient.

this much i gathered through LS (live streaming) which shows
how the housemates really behave. unfortunately, what is being
shown on free tv is what the tv station wants to project - even if it
means blatantly twisting facts here and there.

sad to say, the other filipino housemates fail in comparison to this
global housemate raised in switzerland. he has shown self-discipline,
respect, value for hardworking, optimism, logical thinking...
the list can go on and on.

How can a half-Filipino raised outside the Philippines be
the embodiment of all that is good in a Filipino?

on the lighter side of things, he can dance really sexy, has that
stare that makes you feel goosebumps (even if it is not directed
at you) and lashes to die for!

i really hope he wins just to show that Filipinos do know who should win.
but even if he doesn't, he is already a winner in the eyes of whose who
have known him all these 4 months of pbb2 as well as those who have
known him all his life.

Go Mickey! :)