Friday, September 22, 2006

Carnal Pleasure

A Woman’s Sex by Ikkyu, a Japanese Zen Buddhist priest and poet It has the original mouth but remains wordless; It is surrounded by a magnificent mound of hair. Sentient beings can get completely lost in it But it is also the birthplace of all the Buddhas of the ten thousand worlds. http://haringliwanag.pansitan.net/ - I have been blog hopping for quite sometime and I have been a mainstay of www.blogkadahan.com/blog. It is so much fun reading the entries there, and right now they are talking about sex. They have different approaches regarding sex; some are medyo bastos, some are erotic (WARNING: Shouting graphic), some are poetic, some are based on their own experience (well, most of them; I'd rather say factual), and some are enlighthening to a different level. It's a mixture of naughty and nice. I got kinda inspired by their writings so I said, "Hey, I can do that!" *somehow*. So here's a piece of my sexy mind. - When I was younger (because I'm still quite young), I have a different concept about sex. For me, sex is just a mere fooling around, nothing serious. It's just something that we acquired from the animalistic side of us, something primate, something innate. - My mom was married to my brother's father; with lack of security, he left him. She went to Manila and there he met my father. She became a mistress and I was born. That makes me illegitimate. My dad left for the states with his family. END OF STORY.

- My past made me think that way. I know my mom loved him so much, with promises of leaving his first family, and all those 5ullsh1ts! I even hear my mom crying loudly, alone in her room. That scene breaks my heart. From that day on, I swear to myself that I will not let any man destroy me. Inhibitions started to build up.

- I knew about sex at the age of 5. We have a naughty neighbor that always talks about it and makes it sound fun. I've watched porn. I've read magazines about it. My generation seems to welcome it. On age 18, ready to venture on that field, knowing what would happen if I don't do it safely, studied carefully how to do it, I started to play around with men (forget the numbers) and with myself. I only have one thought in mind, "play with my pu$y but not with my heart." It sounds mean but I should take care of myself. Once I do the deed, I lost interest and leave them; that is how I play the game. Friends tell me that I think like a man. Anticipating their actions, I'll do it first on them. Cynic huh? Some of them felt that they were used--lucky for them, I used them *devil laugh*. But is that the case? Or am I the one using my sexuality to get even with men? At first it was fun, having sex without any emotional attachment. As my age starts to add up, sex gets tiring--same positions, same moans, same sex. I started to realise that I am torturing myself. I'm staying in hell when it is supposed to be heaven.

- I met a man, yes, just a man. Same thing goes just like any other man. Three months. Hey! It's longer than usual. What's happening to me?! One year. Two years. Heaven. Yes, it felt good. I die as I felt blood rushing through my errogenous zones, flushing my face, fingers tingling, head numbing, heart beating erratically fast. Engulfed with passion and desire, love and surrender. Take me! Take the whole of me! And I live again.

- Song of Original Mind
Having created
the demon mind yourself
When it torments you mercilessly
You’re to blame and no one else

When you do wrong
our mind’s the demon
There’s no hell
To be found outside
Abominating hell
Longing for heaven
You make yourself suffer
In a joyful world
You think that good
Means hating what is bad
What’s bad is
The hating mind itself
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1 SMS received

"Anyone can make you happy by doing something special, but only someone special can make you happy without doing anything." from a text friend Andrei. I could have replied you are the one, but nah, I am happy with the one I have right now. I am over him now that makes me confident enough to share my thoughts about him. Y Our relationship ended because I am such an idealist. I believed before that I'd rather have friends than a lover. What if you're friend is head over heels over your lover, of course with that thinking you'll choose your friend. That was a big heartache for me. Now, I came to realisation that that idea is just partially true. Y Lots of times, you wanted a friend by your side; to cry with, laugh with, box with, make chika with, and other stuffs. But a friend is not someone you can call your own. When a friend starts to have a boyfriend, smorgasbord of jealousy enters, but the sad part is you cannot do anything about it unless you see that guy with other woman, or, a man. Oh well, that is mean and you cannot wish that for a friend. So, there comes your boyfriend; almost a friend with lots of benefits. Y A boyfriend shouldn't be a bestfriend, there should be a limitation in friending a boyfriend. You tell everything to your bestfriend which is not the case with your man (of course, you wouldn't tell your boyfriend your fantasies about other men). A boyfriend is also someone you can cry with, laugh with, box with, make chika with, and then kiss after and other benefits you could imagine. So the bottomline is I'm still young then and I don't know what I am thinking, hehe. I tried to win him back, but I was not successful in doing so. As I was contemplating about the past, I thought to my thoughts, "was it because I was not able to see the things I hate about him as a lover that is why I am feeling this way, or was it because I'm not yet satiated with the relationship that we have because it ended halfway?" Hmmmnnn, I think it is the latter. Y Some people describes me as a person who will work hard for something and then pall after a while. That is how most of my relationships ended, and that experience I have not felt with him. THAT made me hold on, but I lost grip when I met my current boyfriend. Y When you love, you see friendship in every face, harmony in every leaf - and you experience tremendous sense of warmth and belonging. Y He is kinda different. I have seen lots of hateful things from him. My girlfriends are always pushing me to leave him but I just cant. I love him. I am not stupid by sticking with him; I just learned to love those hateful things and it is not that he abuses me or something. The mere thought of him makes me happy. I feel needed when I am with him. Haay, this is the first time that I admit my feelings to my friends and most of all to myself that I am finally in love. I love the feeling of falling everytime I am with him. It must be the mysterious personality that makes me hooked up on him. I know every inch of his body but only an inch of his soul. Every meeting makes me wanting more, knowing more, just like how a tv series goes, but I hope this one won't end. Y 1 SMS received Y Hurriedly, almost tripping changing clothes, and swooshing off to see him.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Thank you Philippines!!

I am a certified and proud UP graduate. Before I entered this school, I have been stereotyped on what this school is like: activists, leftists, people who opposed the government, frats and soros, and a lot more. At first, I enrolled in this school with one thing in mind: To graduate, have my diploma, and find a good job. I was culture shocked on my first day, from a very tamed me in a private high school, I see people with deconstructed look, fratmen gathered around, people reading and smoking their lungs out at the makeshift rooms, and lots of 'em. A month later, I penetrated through the system. There I was, reading a photocopied text of "Introduction to Botany," fearing to fail Prof. Abedania's class while having a shot of Red Horse at Kalapaw 1, playing billiards; i managed to pass and got exempted though. A year later, I learned to smoke. But it is not about smoking, drinking, and having all the fun in the world, it is not about passing the exams and all the papers, it is all about learning to think and to fight for what you think is right. I have learned that life is not about fun all the time, that I have a greater responsibility; not to the world, not to this country, but to myself. As I go on through my 4-year course, i realised that graduating is not just about acquiring a diploma from a prestigious school; it is by having a strength to express my opinions rationally. I was taught to think before I act, and I guess Sec. Gonzalez was not taught that way; his mouth moves faster than his brain, way, way faster.

I'm becoming a fan of Patricia Evangelista, and this one is nice.

REBEL WITHOUT A CLUE

Payback
By Patricia Evangelista

Inquirer
Last updated 05:56am (Mla time) 09/03/2006
Published on page A11 of the September 3, 2006 issue of the Philippine Daily Inquirer

I HAVE recently learned that I owe a debt of gratitude to Justice Secretary Raul Gonzalez. "Some degree of gratitude," must be due to the fact that I spent my college life in the University of the Philippines. I apologize for my omission, and can think of no way more apt than to share what he calls the "world-class education" that I have acquired in the four years I spent in UP. I will attempt to do justice to the underpaid and overworked professors who teach with ancient blackboards where today's lectures are superimposed over diagrams from three years before. If I cannot, perhaps the good secretary would be interested in taking the class I took in my freshman year-Philo 11: Introduction to Logic.

In a statement just this week, Gonzalez laments the decline in quality of UP graduates. "That school," he thunders, "breeds the destabilizers that haunt the country every year."

In the interest of clarity, let us define the word "destabilizer. " A destabilizer, or an obstructionist, is one who deliberately chooses to oppose current norms. They mistrust much of what is claimed, perpetually demand for answers and admit only truths that they believe have basis in fact, logic, theory, precedence or their own personal standards. In the academe, however, they are called neither destabilizers nor obstructionists. The common word for these vile creatures is "scholar."'

The reason students are sent to school is not to learn how to parrot government memoranda, or memorize the capitals of provinces in alphabetical order. Students study to learn how to think-not just to acquire a sheet of printed parchment to post on the wall. The capacity for critical thought is what separates the man from the beast. A dog can be trained how to sit, a monkey can walk across a tightrope, but it is the man who can choose to stand up and speak.

Contrary to what Gonzalez believes, it is not opposition to the government that characterizes the UP scholar. It is the opposition to passive acceptance, and a compulsion for thought. Gonzalez claims that he is not against all UP students, God forbid, because there are some who are "bright and good." I assume he means those of us who do not rally, who do not march, who do not choose to side with the Left. By "bright and good," he means "bright and good to the government of GMA."

"It is the people's taxes that is keeping UP alive," he claims. Agreed. "It is the State that is paying for their schooling." Agreed. "I think some degree of gratitude should be there also." Agreed.

There is a difference, however, between the State and Secretary Gonzalez. He is not the State, however much he tries to convince us. Neither is the government of Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo. The State is the people, the debt is to the people, the gratitude is to those who paid their taxes in the hope that the country's best and brightest will do some good in the future.

The academe, more than anywhere else, is the hotbed of debate, a place where multiple perspectives clash, and every sort of ideology, theory and philosophy has a place. Disagreement is a norm, and is seen as a manifestation of critical thought. That UP breeds destabilizers is not a bad thing-after all, if stability means the kind of government we have today, then I stand for destabilization, too.

All of us agree on our debt to the country-all of us want to pursue the national interest. But because we are scholars, because we are taught to think, the manner we pursue that national interest and the definition of that national interest vary from student to student. The red-shirted activist in Mendiola is no less aware of that debt than the political science student who plans to join government.

This need to check the government, Gonzalez claims, "is degrading the national interest." Who defines national interest? To Gonzalez, certainly not the people, and certainly not those who have been shot, strangled and maimed because of the administration' s relentless pursuit of national interest.

Democracy is not the absence of dissent; it is the tolerance of the freedom to dissent, and the awareness that dissent can check the State's enormous power. And still Justice Secretary Gonzales, in all smugness, demands that this "high tolerance to educational freedom," should be raised in the annual budget hearing. I cannot believe I live in a country where education is threatened because it is used.

This is not simply an issue of an old man trying to strut his machismo by aiming potshots at students. It may be hard to believe-as this is the man who, I have a sneaking suspicion, is the opposition's hired gun, the man who "forgave" Susan Roces because she was "too pretty to put in jail," the man who told former President Aquino to first take care of her controversial daughter Kris before she opposes GMA; and the same man who claimed that the only reason he didn't absolve three suspects in the Subic Bay rape case was that he had to "appease the mob." He is the man whose snappy comeback to the impromptu Oblation Run held a week ago was to ask the fraternity men to "take off your masks and run naked."

But irrelevant of the man, his denouncement of UP is an attempt-no matter how moronic, and no matter how laughable-to justify actions that would otherwise be unjustifiable. It is one of the dozens of persistent suggestions that the government is always on the side of right, that to oppose it is treachery and that to question it is to go against all standards of morality, honesty and patriotism. And all this is dangerous, at a time when people are tired of marching in the streets, tired of throwing out one corrupt leader after another, tired of the perpetual struggle for the rights and freedoms that are inexplicably being curtailed.

The government thrusts us back into the Dark Ages, where leaders are omnipotent and "the people" do not exist. Right is right, and wrong is wrong, and probing into the nature of the "enemy" is assumed to be support for the enemy. Those who oppose policies are "destabilizers, " or "NPA sympathizers" or "oppositionists. " To report truth that will compromise government approval ratings is "inciting to sedition," a crime of which Gonzalez once accused the Philippine Center for Investigative Journalism. "Why fight the State?" Gonzalez demands, "Why try to bring it down?"

Gonzalez claims that he is proud to say he is from the University of Sto. Tomas, and that it is the reason he is "well-behaved. " I offer my sympathies to UST, and since I am also aware that there is much that is "bright and good'" in that school, I believe Gonzalez must be a case where good education has failed in creating an educated man.

If this man is the epitome of what it is to be well-behaved, I'm glad that that's a compliment I've never been paid. * * *