Monday, February 28, 2005
Well, weird as it may sound...I have lots of friends who have officially became "frenemies", a word by itself turned out to be an international success...

According to the immaculate Carrie Bradshaw, a frenemy is simply just a friend turned enemy. And quite frankly, I had lots of those... well, categorically speaking just 3 in my lifetime. But thats alot!

I don't hold grudges, because it is simply stressful to even imagine of keeping it. Being me, the asshole that is me, I am just what you call the very non-traditionalist type of friend.

Hiding behind a facade of happiness and deceit is something people are more often accustomed to do, but me... I just don't hide...I never came out.

Too weird to think isn't it? I freely speak of things that catches my attention, but when it has something to do about me... I hide so quickly in my secure shell like a turtle hiding from it's predator.

I once knew a young naive girl, she befriended me for some unknown reason. I made her see the reality of "life" through the eyes of a weirdo like me. A believer, a dreamer and a realist combined... (go figure!)

In the matter of the heart, I knew she was really really nice and I don't know what she's doing with me, that I don't think I ever truly deserved a friend like her. The only thing that I didn't like is that she didnt know how to fight back, being naive and all...So I told her "that in life, you shouldn't be afraid, you will only get to live once and may regret this moment forever!"


Time flies, there she was... starting to snap out of her protective shell...and I became a spectator in her world. At first it was okay, but then I started to get mad, weird to think about it, but thats just how it is. Thats me... if you have been my friend for a long time, you would know that sometimes, I just want to be mad for no reason...and then in an instant snap out of it and starts to be happy again.

Things started to change, she is now becoming an independent girl...the girl that I always wanted her to be. I saw her potential, her craving to see the world in a different light... to experience the thrill that goes along with it. One time, her family thought that I was too much of an influence...they didn't see her the way that I did...they just wanted her to be like everybody else in their family...a dutiful daughter.

They called me a bad influence, which really really hurt me... I maybe a lot of things, a weirdo, a liar, an asshole...but never a bad influence. I couldn't even influence myself to smoke cigarette and drink beer and go out of the house without telling my parents because i think it's not proper.

People look down on people because of who they are in the society, never knowing that we are equal to the eyes of God. So what if they have millions of pesos in their bank account, would that give that person right to push people away.

In the end...being a typical asshole I defended myself. In a manner that none of them knew I was capable of doing. My distant cousin Charlotte once told me, that "girls like to fight with their mouths... Women likes to do it in style and discreet and with character."

So I planned it...planned it like I was playing Sims...controlling the character, controlling the game.

And when the damage was done, I told her everything that I did and why I did it.

I told her even if her family treats me like shit, and thinks the worst of me and that she never found the courage to defend me... I never stop believing that one day, she would see the real me and would find the answers to her questions.

She may have seen through me, though I wouldn't be there to know if that day truly came.

I said goodbye to her, to our memories and most of all to our friendship.

But I am still thankful to God, because inspite of everything... she was once my friend.


posted by FollenKollen at Monday, February 28, 2005 | 0 comments
Monday, February 21, 2005
My new blog has finally arrived.... not as if alot were actually expecting one from me! :P

It is a photo-blog, which basically contained pictures, artworks and other things that you don't normally see from this blog and my other weird-politically neutral "health-hazard.blogspot.com".
posted by FollenKollen at Monday, February 21, 2005 | 0 comments

Sunday, February 20, 2005

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posted by FollenKollen at Sunday, February 20, 2005 | 3 comments
Thursday, February 17, 2005
Famous American novelist Walter Kirn has dramtically turned down an invitation sent by HRH The Prince of Wales and Mrs. Camilla Parker-Bowles...and TIME Magazine even published his "I sincerely regret" letter

Dear House of Windsor,

While I'm flattered by your recent invitation to celebrate the April wedding of His Royal Highness Charles, the Prince of Wales, and Mrs. Camilla Parker Bowles, the future Duchess of Cornwall and Princess Consort (or whatever combination of flowery titles the Royal stationer deems necessary to lend her calling cards and thank-you notes that traditional noble oomph) I must regretfully inform you that I will be unable to attend. Even more regretfully, I feel it is my duty to be candid about my reasons for non-attendance, which have nothing to do with ill-health or prior engagements, but result from an assortment of annoyances with your peculiar family and its history that I believe are both just and widely shared.

I'm an American, so I'll speak plainly.

1. You Already Fooled Us Once.
Charles's first wedding to the lovely Diana spawned a small industry in souvenir teacups, commemorative medallions, and “limited edition” glass figurines that drove quite a few of my older female relatives into considerable credit card debt. Their expenditures seemed understandable at the time. The wedding of a future British monarch is a once-in-a-lifetime spectacle, traditionally, and stocking up on related collectibles is less like an indulgence than an investment. With the passage of time, such keepsakes can be expected to grow steadily in value, both monetary and sentimental. Or so my naïve great aunts assumed. But then came the extramarital affairs, the sordid taped phone calls, the bitter divorce, and the tragic automobile crash. These events not only broke my loved one's hearts, they rendered their costly collections of royal curios virtually worthless.

This must not happen again.

2. Your Son Has Violated Sacred Principles.
The fact that Charles and Camilla are proven adulterers is no concern of mine. I'm no moralist, and I'm also a realist. I fully accept and understand that chastity among top-rank British royals is rarer than literacy among American presidents. What troubles me, however, is Prince Charles' flagrant disregard for natural law — the law of the jungle, not the law of heaven — in spurning a very young, attractive woman for a plainer specimen one year his senior, to whom he's stayed faithful, by all appearances, until this very day. God may or may not approve of these decisions, but they go against everything Darwin ever stood for.

3. You Have Trampled on Tradition.
The crowned heads of Europe, according to the history books, were generally lofty, unfeeling, pragmatic types who married not for sentimental reasons but to forge diplomatic alliances, consolidate material fortunes, and produce legitimate heirs. Prince Charles, by fathering children with Diana while carrying on with someone else, showed just such cold-bloodedness once, but then went soft. Now, like some pathetic commoner cruising the member profiles on Match.com for a soul-mate who enjoys bird-watching and Scrabble, he wants fulfillment, compatibility, partnership. The next thing we know, he'll be on Dr. Phil discussing the Seven Secrets of Lasting Intimacy.

Dr. Phil: “As happy middle-aged monogamists, how do you and Camilla keep the flame alive? Honest and open communication? Erotic experimentation? Romantic dinners?”

His Royal Highness, the Prince of Wales: “During the day, we watch polo. At night we spoon.”

Henry the VIII would be appalled.

4. You Bore Me Stiff.
Chronologically, they're both in their late fifties, but spiritually and psychologically, Charles and Camilla appear to be somewhere in their early nineties. They were born this way, one senses, which may be why they fell in love originally and why their affair has been able to survive so much noisy public disapproval and so many years of relentless tabloid controversy. Slowly, steadily, and relentlessly, their plodding, undemonstrative tortoise love has numbed the public and put the critics to sleep, neutralizing scandal through sheer boredom and reminding us that marriage is not the only way to turn passion into monotony. As the best-behaved misbehavers in history, it's hard to remember that they ever did anything wrong or even possessed the capacity for wrongdoing.

As the colorless civil ceremony that will formalize their relationship approaches, one thing feels absolutely certain: there will be no more excitement from these two. They'll never stray or break another's heart. They'll never again be recorded while having phone sex — or if they are the transcript will not be published . They'll never mortify their parents again, embarrass their children, or shock their friends. And, of course, they'll never, ever divorce.

For me, that takes all the fun out of a wedding, which is why I'm afraid I won't be there on April 8th, rain or shine.

Sincerely,
Walter Kirn

posted by FollenKollen at Thursday, February 17, 2005 | 0 comments
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
Religion by definition is a service and worship of God or the supernatural, it is a committment or devotion to religious faith or observance. It is also a personal set of attitudes, beliefs and practices.

I myself is not as what you may call a devotee... I do not have a patron saint, I do not go to mass but I am a firm believer that my strong faith to God Almighty would someday save me from my sins. We are all sinners, one way or another. No man has done nothing wrong, that is the beauty of being human...being a believer... that we have the free will to do the things we think we need to do and suppose to do without a guilty conscience in our veins.

But killing is wrong. Even if it was just a bird, a horse, a dog....even worse to kill another man.

The recent bombing in Ayala Avenue in EDSA was a real shocker to me. I believed that someone above believed that I needed to see another day. The first thing I thought about was my brother Francis, who has been dead for years now. I was on my way to Ayala station, because that was my usual route going home... On a day to day basis, you would see me staying at that area where the bomb exploded... I would bravely face the streets of EDSA so I can take a bus going home so I can rest and play sims.

At 7.00pm, I was walking towards SM Mall, when my mother kept on calling me. I couldn't answer her call because I was carrying a box of delicious chocolate cake, my gift for my mom and my gorgeous fur bag... Then I heard the explosion on my way back to Glorietta Mall.

The first thing I thought about was not my safety...but for my bloody "Chocolate Cake!", pretty weird to think, but I so wanted my mom to get all of her valentines gift for me. I was suspiciously looking at people, and I was murmuring..."Shit my cake, walang handle to" (it doesn't have a handle!). Then when reality started to kick in, I went to Landmark, then still thinking whether there might a terrorist attack there... I went to Shangri-La Hotel Lobby...and stayed there and waited for the trauma to subside and went home.

Whatever the reason these Abu Sayyaf people were thinking, I don't think it would give them enough reason to do these things and waste the lives of innocent people. Wasn't the recent tsunami disaster enough to make us see, that we do not control our lives. That there is a greater power beyond us?!

War is never going to be the answer to any of our problems. Having the same mantra of "an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth" is ancient history. People needs to change for the better. The government will not apologize for any wrong doings they have done, haven't we learned it from history. Was there ever a time that the ruthless kings of England, France and Spain ever asked for an apology for the number of people that they have killed for them to be able to rule? Power is something that some people die to have, having power means being in control...yet not knowing that these man-made power is only for a limited time.

According to CNN News:

"Abu Sayyaf leader Solaiman promised more attacks in the future.

"Our latest operations -- planned and executed with precision by the gallant warriors of Islam -- is our continuing response to the Philippine government's atrocities committed against Muslims everywhere," Solaiman said.

"We will find more ways and means to inflict more harm to your people's lives and properties, and we will not stop unless we get justice for the countless Muslims lives and properties that you people have destroyed."


I urged people to make their voices heard. We are not given the gift of life so that we are to be made "sacrifice" to the unending game between the government and these militant groups. We are all together in a one world, one nation...how can we let such hatred torn us apart?

If we cannot help ourselves, so much more the children of tomorrow. Who would speak up for them?

I shall end this with a excerpt from the movie "The American President"

" People want leadership, and in the absence of genuine leadership, they will listen to anyone who stands up to the microphone. They want leadership! They're so thirsty for it, they'll crawl through the desert toward a mirage, and when they discover there's no water, they'll drink the sand."

President's response: " Lewis, we've had Presidents who were beloved, who couldn't find a coherent sentense with two hands an a flashlight. People don't drink the sand, cause they're thirsty, they drink it, cause they don't know the difference."

"You gotta want it bad, cause its gonna put up a fight. It's gonna say, "You want free speech? Let's see you acknowledge a man whose words would make your blood bloi, who's standing center stage and advocating at the top of his lungs, that which you would spend a lifetime opposing at the top of yours. You want to claim this land as the land of the freem then the symbol of you country can't just be a flag. the symbole also has to be one of its citizens exercising his right to burn that flag in protest. "

Like the movie, we Filipinos live in a country that made up of people who works so damn hard for the jobs that they are so terrified of losing. The roots of freedom are little or no interest to them at the moment. We are becoming a nation that are afraid to go out at night.

We have serious problems to solve. Speak up people and be heard.

NO BETTER TIME THAN NOW.
posted by FollenKollen at Tuesday, February 15, 2005 | 3 comments
Thursday, February 10, 2005
'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony this life
Trying to make ends meet, you're a slave to the money then you die
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet

I've never prayed
But tonight I'm on my knees
I need to hear some sounds that recognized the pain in me
I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now
But the airwaves are clean and there's nobody singing for me now.

No change
I can't change
I can't change
but I am here in my mold
And I'm a million different people from one day to the next
I can't change my mold.
posted by FollenKollen at Thursday, February 10, 2005 | 3 comments
Wednesday, February 2, 2005
Joshua is my cousin Bembot's son, and JC is my cousin's Joey's daughter. Together they make a very disastrous tandem...hahahaha...

During my Grandma Ining's birthday, these two lovable kids spent half the day playing at our backyard taking turns in playing the slide.

It was the first time I saw Joshua enjoying with the rest of his cousins and I took the opportunity in taking all the pictures of his enjoyment.


I love taking picture, if I have a 256mb memory card I would probably used all of it taking pictures about everything I see.

On my next blog...I will show the many faces of my 2 month old niece Maxine Angela Crisostomo.

posted by FollenKollen at Wednesday, February 02, 2005 | 2 comments