Barbie Boy, Blind Luminescence

With all my friends, these two are my favorite. One, because we understand each other. Two, we always had a time for the three of us. Three, we always spend a minimum of 4 hours talking. And four, we always  laugh with each other.

Barbie Boy

Yeah, by the way I call him my little brother. It's because there are a lot of stuffs that we are alike. Yeah, the preference and the likes, the chit chat topics, and all those gossip things, let alone those people who knew us explain everything. When you'll see us, maybe that explains everything. But my Task here actually is to make fond of this minion of fashion and beauty, and why I am calling him Barbie Boy. 

He shared one of his most embarrassing experiences. That's on his way to Dumaguete from his hometown, and he has to carry his treasures with him, including his precious jewels. When he was putting his bag on the lever, the alarm suddenly awakened the spectators of the area, including him, who was also surprised with what happened. Later then, he was ordered to get his bag and open it, now trembling was my little brother, slowly opening his luggage. To his bewilderment, what caused the buzz was just his metal belt from inside, but what made him ashamed was his baby Barbie doll inside, looking at the guard, who's checking the toy inside. What's worse was when the guard was still checking his things, he remembered that there were explicit magazines there. Good thing he was able to avert the guard's attention by saying, "That's all you can find there. It's only my belt, I'm sure."       

That's why I call him Barbie Boy.

the gorgeous thing at the right is Barbie Boy. I admire his knowledge on fashion. 

Blind Luminescence

Another close friend of mine is Blind Luminescence. Well, she's actually not that blind, just a little blurry, that's why she has to use another two eyes to enhance her vision. (Evil Laugh) Although she's been like this, she always live with her passion on fashion and beauty like Barbie Boy, and I always admire her taste on dresses and her knowledge on the fashion industry like Barbie Boy. 

The funny things about her include: being a "isnabera" when she's not wearing her glasses, she's always our topic when she's late in our chika sessions with Barbie boy, and she's always blurry, and we tease her with that, like we'll run away from her and let her find us without using her lenses. 

Blind Luminescence because that was her choice. She's also a blogger and I think that's her blogger name. Nice. Isn't it?   

the woman at the left is Blind Luminescence. she's not wearing her vision enhancers because she's afraid we'll tease her again.

   

Permanence is Fathomable

Mr. Frustrated used to deal with problems concerning social adversaries with people by himself. If he's not at the university, he'll be curling up in an isolated room, crying, talking to himself, sometimes cursing. That was what he was, a simply lonesome commoner with all the loath to the world. Especially when he stopped attaining tertiary education for a year due to some unavoidable circumstances, which he hated the most, for it felt like he was left alone, with no one to turn to, no shoulder to lean with, and with no hands to touch and comfort. But that changed when he met the people who reverted his approach in life. The people who taught him the essence of friendship. 

Back on the first semester. That was one hell of a kind-- a roller coaster ride of adventure and awesomeness. Back then, he met these course mates who were at first very cold and new to his notion. Well, he ca't blame them with the demeanor. He even waited for them to approach him first. But what happened was fast, the getting-to-know-you thing, and that was like a split of an eye, that they were able to build their bond and became friends. And knowing them was the start of just few of his many changes.

Anyways, It has been like that for months, covering the whole 1st semester, and the loner commoner was obnoxious to experience more with them. But as what he has predicted, it didn't last longer, or he just thought that it won't last longer than the time that he was actually anticipating, and started to keep a kinky distance from them, thinking that he was no longer part of the clique.  

The last time they had this hang out thing was after their major class, where almost all the "group" members went to the place, invited him who was feeling so down at that time, and saw the higher years at the edifice with a center table and bottles of refreshments on it. He thought that they will do the thing, but he was more than surprised on the facade of events, when they slowly walked away, asking permission, some apologized as they walked, and did the thing, one by one they have come and gone, leaving Frustrated behind, cemented on the white mono block chair, with a shame to just leave. Good thing he recognizes the people in front. They had chit chats and drinks. Then after the session, they orderly went home, but he, together with 5 of his friends, decided to go on bar hopping, but is still agitated with the frustrating attitude of the now gone entities.

They danced, were not-so-drunk, but were so happy with the muffled events with the other nocturnes. Wrecked-up, he arrived home happy but with fiery, uttering to the foul wind, never to give everything to the friends that you used to know, or you'll end up frustrated in the end, like what the Frustrated had experienced.

Honestly, there were many silly things that made him change his attitude, but he never, and will never regret the memories and the "laag" time. 

Boys? What if?

 This is dedicated for all the "good" boys out there..

Men and women has their own individual feelings and sentiments. Both have this gut and will to survive, despite the many differences in their attributes. But sometimes, it is the feminine side who’ll end up suffering, which for them is quite unfair, yet still, many of the boys out there has nothing but to agitate the psyches of the females.

But what if…

Boys in their monthly visit and the likes

Female, as we all know, suffer from this monthly cycle we all justify as menstruation. And males just never cared about it. But what if for just a short while, men suffers the like? Could you imagine them buying a piece females do to cover that piece of cloth homo sapiens wear? Girls, could you imagine your guy passing out from your date because he’s having a ‘visit?’ And, could you imagine him sitting uncomfortably while wearing something to cover up the mess, and changes his mood—from smiling to angry—that easily? What if he’s talking with a friend, or another guy, then suddenly runs away shouting, “Monthly visit bro. I have to change up.”

What if like females, males will also suffer from one of the worst scenarios experiences—to succumb from the so called dysmenorrhea? Could you imagine him hugging himself in a fetal position, crumpling on his bed, sobbing in pain, putting hot compress on the part of interest, and make that as an excuse for his absences? Funny boys. Isn’t it? Or a lot awkward?

Boys in their online love

Females, if not most of the time, are left alone in her lair, thinking of the man that disturbs her emotions. They are sometimes bound in solitude and monotony, not knowing where their boyfriends are—playing online games. But what if, the situation exchanges and destiny will turn upside down?

Boys, could you imagine yourself in your lair, sitting in the darkness, waiting for your girl’s reply, knowing that she’s with her other friends, enjoying the time with each other, playing Dota, CS and others? Could you imagine yourself while doomed and can’t do anything but to call her, catch her attention, and when she’ll answer, will just say, “Gagama pa kog assignment. Text ra ko nimu ron,” just to make an excuse for you not to disturb their time while playing? Could you imagine yourself in the foot of your girl?

Boys in their labor days

One of the most painful part of being a girl, is to experience the consequences of making love—that is to bear a living thing in your tummy and carry it for 9 months. And sometimes, boys don’t really care about this.

But what if, like females, boys will be experiencing the same pain, bearing a living inside their stomachs and wait for such a long time just to let it out? Boys, could you imagine yourself baby-sitting and spoon-feeding your child because you have to? And could you also imagine yourself hugging your baby in your bare hands and let it get the colostrum that it needs from a mother to grow?

Boys, have you ever thought of all this? It may be that awkward, but try to put your own foot to a woman that you know has experienced all this. Maybe not all, but some are just contented with making a girl be more than sad because of the things that she can’t do, due to the sudden things that happens to them. Boys, have you ever asked yourself the possible reasons why a girl changes mood every time she suffer these things? Have you ever comforted a girl when she’s in the peak of that suffering? And have you ever imagined how much pain a girl gets and experiences whenever these irritable, never changing, and never ending things happen?

Ask yourself boys, reflect on it, and respect, understand, and love every woman you knew, and every woman that you will still know, because a pain that they are suffering, is not as easy to bear as what you are thinking.                          

We Are All Sirok (craving for food)

I was walking past 7 pm while staring at the gloomy setting  that the moon has shown to its minions. Then I arrived home with a bunch of pineapple tidbits in the circular table of our bungalow. My mom seemed to be mad at me when I suddenly burst into laughter while holding a piece of treat. Let me tell you the whole story to clear my negative deed.

5 pm, I was in the student publication office with the refrigerator open. What surprised me most was when I saw what's inside--a bunch of goodies from last night's banquet (2 servings of mashed potatoes and 2 of buttered sweet corn), and a huge can of PINEAPPLE TIDBITS! The eyes of those spectators, including me, were just glued to the treat in front, but we can't move anything from inside, unless its with the hands of our EIC. "Hala, lami lagi kaayu nang naa sa sulod?" (Oh, the goodies inside are so delicious), I said while waiting for our EIC's response. Fortunate enough, his heart was moved by those words and started scanning the fridge, looked at each of us, and did that evil smile no one could stop laughing at. First,he grabbed one of the mashed potatoes, opened it carefully and slowly with his bare hands, and scooped it down with a plastic spoon. It was so surprising that he's so willing to share his part to us, who where also holding our own spoons. Then after was the buttered corn, which he was also willing to give and lend to us. I think there were 6 of us who shared with that treat. 

But here, when he saw that can of Pineapple Tidbits inside, all of the spectators were telling him to open it, but he said, "Ablihi na run kay makakita jud mog sipa." (Open that or you'll see yourself kicked). We really laughed to his demeanor. But we were quite sure that it'll just pass out, that he'll soon open it and share it to anybody inside. Yes he did, but a twist happened--he grabbed the huge can and ran to the sofa like a little child hungry for a treat and is not urged to share even a tiny piece. We burst out laughing as he did that. But as luck has destined it, he opened it and asked us to get a cup or anything for our share, and that was what we did, never mind if that container is dirty or not, the important thing is we'll get some treat from that can. We then fall in line like survivors of a calamity waiting for our rations, and he looked onto us and said, "Mga SIROK  jud ning mga bataa ni." (You're really craving for food little children.). Then all of us burst into a loud laugh again, some even have tears falling down their cheeks for that entertainment, for we really looked and acted like a sirok people. 

He then, one by one, put rations to our cups, enough for us to savor. But what was intriguing was when he was done giving the treat, he positioned the can in a slanting way that no one of us could see what's inside, and went outside to eat his part of the treat. I asked some more of that from him because it was not enough for me, but he refuses at first, then gave me a little when he saw my little poppy eyes.I glanced at what's inside and was shocked to see that there was still too much of the tidbits for him, I think that was still enough for five persons or so. Then I looked at him, eyed my companions and said, "Haha, dile ra diay kita ang sirok guys. Si kuya EIC pud." (Haha, we are not the only ones craving guys. It's also Kuya EIC.), and we all burst into laughter.     

Yeah, and that made my day perfect. That sometimes, what you are is a representation of what others are. 

This is what I am telling you. A HUGE CAN OF PINEAPPLE TIDBITS! 

        

What Beauty There Is In A Disaster

 the survivors standing with their faith

Death, grief and suffering are the evidences of the typhoon's aftermath. There were debris all around your vision--houses that were blown away by the gust of wind, establishments that collapsed and are now used as hideouts for the lucky ones. It has already been weeks, if I am  not mistaken, that Yolanda has visited and spread its devastating prowess to the people, who are now longing, not only for their already gone loved ones, but for the things that they need as they continue to struggle to the battle for survival. 

All of them, as a matter of fact, needs the assistance like no other people on earth are needing. And in the middle of all this, could you see a beauty of anything that had happened? Some say, that one of the good things these people could experience is the assistance of the government. But are they enjoying everything? Or are they receiving enough amount of goods that they need?

Well, I don't know what's the real score for me to give a factual statement but rather an opinion on what ground they are standing on--that they may not be receiving enough of those to savor. Some also say that being alive is one of the good things these people are receiving as of the time being. But we can't hide it in their eyes the longing for those lifeless, innocent and now cold people scattered on the concrete pavements painted with the bold word, 'HELP'. 

What made me almost cry with happiness and respect to them was when I watched the news on one of the television programs, showing the people of the affected areas, holding and working hand in hand in cleaning the mess that the devastation has brought. Especially when I saw them smiling despite the fact that their homes are already gone. "Kahit ganito ang kalagayan namin, kailangan pa rin naming ngumiti at damhin ang saya lalo na at malapit na ang pasko."("Even though our situation is like this, we still have to smile and feel the happiness especially that Christmas is approaching.")  I heard one of the survivors said.

Another thing is their strong faith in the Highest despite the fact that nothing's left but their whole being. I was moved when I saw them inside a now wrecked church, kneeling and holding their hands together in prayer, crying and talking to Him like a child communicating to its parent.    

 there, I realized something. It may not be so easy to forget the impact of the typhoon to our brothers and sisters. It may even take them years or decades to recover. But one thing is for sure--with those helping hands and positive approach, despite the hunger but the strength to move on, all of them will rise and shine like a new tomorrow will bring them hope, joy and faith. That is the beauty one could find in a disaster.