Societies in Double Vision

If basic support of life is basically supposed to be basic and the comparison of standard of living between the advanced and the developing economies, is narrowed or simplified by the income of its citizens why the developing economies tend to over project a certain dark picture, seem over rated and at times i-ll proportion to the what is the actual picture. I suspect that some of our top economic advisers tend to  see the numbers at a certain perspective that is basically not relative to the real market. 

Just an observation, is it imperative to look at the real market not only by following the "smooth elitist" standard of market watch, maybe the projections shall be verified in realistic form.

The world that I mean to be.

What is love? Is it a just a word or affiliated word of unconditional?
What is hope? Is it a brand of person or a group?
What is faith? Is it about domination or dominion?
What is peace? Is it death or silence of thought?
What is vanity? Is it love of one self or false self-perception?
What is providence? Is it sustainability or freedom of choice?
What is humility? Is it acceptance of failure or passive-aggressiveness?
What is innocence? Is it Ignorance or Bliss?
What is Freedom? Is it Idialism or Practicality?

What is Happiness? I think it's a little bit of me and a little bit of you and all. Since childhood I have never come to comprehend the real essence of being honest with oneself; as deep as the oceans, I have come across its path for a greater dominion which is responsible self-love, beyond the politics of state and my faith.

I will remain stead-fast in my little hope that soon everything will be as clear as everybody's heart.

The Indispensable Villan

The Martial Law years if memory serves me right was one of the most memorable Asian Agenda, since the invention of the term socialism brought by the call of progressive thinking. President Ferdinand Marcos is one of the President that I can call "The Socialist King of that Era." No head of state can erase his sense of deep love for a country raped by many occupiers. He was one of the few who took the extreme measure to pursue a more independent yet deceivingly dependent to International support. I was born after which, Martial Law about to end. And the end of the Madame Butterfly was flicking like she was transforming into a moth instead of a Mariposa who can blame her like any lioness, they will not stop until they will feel that their little cubs are secured and protected. Most of the first ladies are like that; I don't blame them, I personally salute them. For even the human rights victims have the same cry as the aggressor. And if vengeance will be as our daily basis of Passion Juice nothing will eradicate the pain that cause a nation that once was a power-house cast in Asia.

In the present moment agenda of Freedom and Peace. As more deaths are being recorded and most cases are being filed, from claims to redundant senate hearing, I believe that it is just time and the willingness of the courts to have fair and meaningful verdict that will make Philippines go beyond the pain of it's past and start to bravely improve its beautiful status in the international community.

I am not a victim of Martial Law human-rights issue nor my family; we where one of those who can swing and jive with the tune of every changing head of state; I am aware of too of the pains that other families underwent, and until now my heart still feels for them; if only time can has a reply button and I can press it anytime; I will reply it to La Dolce Vita and the 80's. As far as I observe the current events the Copy-Cat Macoy is not inside the Malacanyang Palace, he is at the Trading Floor, indisputably using dirty money to pursue his Bonapartician dream of an empty empire; I wish he will be exiled to elba or sprat-less island with the pirates. he loves eating old money that his false teeth cannot handle. If he care for his dear nation he will help the claimants of the Martial Law Human Right victims by providing top of the time Litigants. He owns a lousy mini station too. Kaka-nin as I refer to it. No-offense.

Let us not forget to forgive and let go, for someone up there favors the brave.

True Blue Capital (Sacramento Sweet, California Capital)

From my grandma’s place we traveled with my cousins to Sacramento. In a grey day of the absent sun; it never fails me with an idea that sun can be a mechanical invention created by someone really powerful or trended by the weather channel; and yet there is no definite unequivocal theory on who’s making weather pattens be realistically, unforgiving or lovely, there is one certain truth that can never be denied that Mother Nature is single and very available; in many given ways of creative logic I perceived the moody spots with occasional rain-showers as internal reaction to humanities disregard of its own surrounding or its continuous control over its suppose natural flow.

In most cities when grey foggy clouds take over, some people go beyond their patterns; rare to moderate cases of these people. Go outskirts and make love beyond the uncertainly of a sunny holiday or a less stressful break from the tensions of the urban; especially that major corporations tend to apply austerity measures on human resource; sustainable or not, only the ‘going to healthy’ economy can tell.

Although it can be contested that the reality of personal choice can be in so many ways be generalist in manner; like if most people think in the same pattern; it becomes a consensus of truth; as the many is simply a lot and the few are nothing but humble. I remain to believe that it is not by manipulating thoughts that make one absolute or indispensable; it is when one believes truly on its own being that the truth of good and bad becomes a mere reflection of everyday struggle and not a hit or miss lucky chances; figuratively speaking it is not by the supremacy of faith nor religion that makes one above everyone else; freedom is one gift Which, makes individuality less abrasive and fearful; being less defensive on the expectation of reoccurring history is healthy.

Visiting California’s capital with wonderful city lights at night, understated weather, sandwiched by beautiful people, devoured by the affordable eat-all-you Japanese restaurant, doubts of boredom suddenly changed my curious mind; no wonder the City of Sacramento has deleted my suburban confusion of fear that I’ll be in danger of something beyond my control. Then I realize ‘this is the United States of America the land of the free and the brave.’ I am not even a citizen, but the feeling of my dream for every nation can be sorted in a simple conclusion, give others what they deserve and vise-versa; then freedom flows like an infinite flame of fire with a running spring of undying spirit of hope; as responsibility becomes a natural nature of everyone and not a cultivated culture out of fear but rather of love.

Tie a Yellow Ribbon on a Grey Hound.

In the psychology of colors; they say yellow is the color of cowardice, returning to soldiers and light. In the most societies where archeology is just basically a manner of self-actualization of nature's own purest thought of what is natural and just. It can perceived as darkness of something unknown or simply humility. Regardless of how modern democracies fight to up-left its race and trample down another; it is not them who is winning but the darkness that they allow within.

I'm leaving Manila on the 22 of August with a yellow dream that rainbow will guide him towards a better perspective of managing a very diverse nation. Although in my naive conception of certain realities; I can't fight my hopeful spirit that peace will dance its way into a better manner of natural weather.

As my family becomes a mere reflection of what is the daily business; I offer my exile that they will be one and united as a strong Filipino family. I will go to the land of the free to learn more and offer it to the less privileged to understand the meaning of art and its connection to the realities of harmony; as green & grey being the natural intellect, red and white as emotional stability, blue as eternal wisdom, violet as the as the appropriations committee and yellow as the banner of light to the world who has less of it.

There is only one wish I just hope will be kept when I am away; that my little humble green house and my loved room be sealed and untouched; as my dream of innocence can be achieved not in moments time but in learning further history of truth.

I wish today will be a cool and sunny day, with scattered rain showers of a lovely Sampagita scent as we all celebrate one hero who gave up everything for love of country and of state.

It's just me, so please stop.

In the spectrum of greatest hits in the late 1970's one of the most common revival are songs that go beyond the meaning of a late bloomer or the Bon Jovi song like 'It's just me baby' in common version be double sandwich worth a dine or simply a darling beyond the book of dreams. Horizons of new composition amazed not only the starting 'peg of rolling stones kind of rocking' though in the arena of the beast new denominations shall go beyond the appreciation of grey as sad or dull; it can be a double dip flavored coating of great inspiration once tasted on the virtue of passion and lusty love for being just simply there for others who needs a justified heat noise. PEACE remains in the tune of the beer I'm enjoying while listening to rolling stones new album.

My Idea of Fun

In retrospective of the 90's era of super authors citing one of my favorite authors Will Self in his book "My Idea of Fun" blue with white feathers hit my unconscious being like I need to drink a cup of tea while having a expresso or maybe a belgian chocolate; then I ask my self maybe I am just bratty enough to just be simply be concerned with my self and my self alone. In perspective of past pains; my parents charitable works of art; cunning yet overflowing with innocence of love in a unconscious effort to please the needy and depress the rich; comparatively speaking our family story is beyond the animation or any short of fear or fantasy pieces of art. Like Will Self his writings in an elitist form of thinking is simply cappuccino with truffles -sarap to the bones- but for the middle class it can be simply one mental case of ADHD or maybe a simple trying hard case of a social climber; let me not touch the class I fear will stone me in Malls while eating at food court. Sana they will allow me to love them.

The book fascinates my imagination for quality time to one-self just for even in the darkness of my imagination and un-controlled love for freedom and its wild perception of reality. Maybe egocentric authors will love me or maybe they will just allow me to be loved by others beyond the concern of just being alive or dead; in which the dilemma of truth becomes truly a mirror of oneself.

I recommend people to be opened minded and allow God and its given freedom of choice to subscribe to the free return of innocence for when true love is just nothing but a free enterprise she works in wonders. Read the book or not just believe there is enough room up there and it's a matter of choosing which level to rent or buy; just don't forget to love others unconditionally.

PEACE!